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Page 17
... eyes were large and melancholy ; like the eyes of Buddha in the Jataka , ' they were like two windows made of sapphire shining in a golden palace . ' Their limbs were strong and straight , for their wanderings with Silindu had made ...
... eyes were large and melancholy ; like the eyes of Buddha in the Jataka , ' they were like two windows made of sapphire shining in a golden palace . ' Their limbs were strong and straight , for their wanderings with Silindu had made ...
Page 92
... eyes are like cat's eyes . The proverb says , " If the eyes of a woman are like the eyes of a cat , evil comes to the man who looks into them . " The hair of the English Mahatmayas ' women is very fair , the colour of the young cocoanut ...
... eyes are like cat's eyes . The proverb says , " If the eyes of a woman are like the eyes of a cat , evil comes to the man who looks into them . " The hair of the English Mahatmayas ' women is very fair , the colour of the young cocoanut ...
Page 166
... eyes , lifeless and filmy , peering out of innumerable wrinkles . The eyes were not blind , but they seemed to be sightless - the pupil , the iris , and even the white had merged - because the mind was dying . It is what usually happens ...
... eyes , lifeless and filmy , peering out of innumerable wrinkles . The eyes were not blind , but they seemed to be sightless - the pupil , the iris , and even the white had merged - because the mind was dying . It is what usually happens ...
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