Who is it?” “Your brother Mike!” Michelle chirruped, sounding uncannily like her mother Diane. Taken altogether, his physiognomy resembled one of those vagabond heads which Murillo delighted to paint, and for which Guzman d'Alfarache, Lazarillo de Tormes, or Estevanillo Gonzalez might have sat:—faces that almost make one in love with roguery, they seem so full of vivacity and enjoyment. She turned back to Gerald, holding out her hand.
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