Aurora scarcely looked aside, Nor even smiled enough for any vanity.
The Devil was in the girl! Could it be pride, Or modesty, or absence, or inanity?
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Juan was drawn thus into some attentions, Slight but select, and just enough to express, To females of perspicuous comprehensions, That he would rather make them more than less.
Aurora at the last (so history mentions, Though probably much less a fact than guess) So far relaxed her thoughts from their sweet prison As once or twice to smile, if not to listen.
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