But Alas! With No Better Success; For Every Time That I Looked In The Glass, I Discovered, By My Sallow Visage, That The Enemy Was Silently Making His Approaches. My Eyes Became Jaundiced; My Pulse Heavy; My Skin Dry; And My Complexion Received A New Coat Of Yellow Every Day, Deepening At First Into A Delicate Orange, Then To A Saffron, And Lastly To A Copper Colour; Until I Began To Fear That I Was Actually Degenerating Into A Spaniard, A Quarteroon, Or A Cherokee.
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