"You may look at it," replied the girl, offering me the book.
I did so; a brief examination convinced me that the contents were
less taking than the title: "Rasselas" looked dull to my trifling
taste; I saw nothing about fairies, nothing about genii; no bright
variety seemed spread over the closely-printed pages. I returned
it to her; she received it quietly, and without saying anything
she was about to relapse into her former studious mood: again
I ventured to disturb her -
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