"To-day," said Ernest, twitching his nose as he bit the end off his
cigar, "he chased a hare." He paused; struck a match, and twitched
again.
"A woman hare," he added.
"A white hare!" Rosalind exclaimed, as if she had been expecting this.
"Rather a small hare; silver grey; with big bright eyes?"
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animal; with eyes popping out of her head, and two little front paws
dangling." It was exactly how she sat, with her sewing dangling in her
hands; and her eyes
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little prominent.