She had an evil face, smoothed by hypocrisy; but her manners were excellent. — Robert Louis Stevenson, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
She had an evil face, smoothed by hypocrisy; but her manners were excellent. — Robert Louis Stevenson, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
She had an evil face, smoothed by hypocrisy; but her manners were excellent. — Robert Louis Stevenson, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
She had an evil face, smoothed by hypocrisy; but her manners were excellent. — Robert Louis Stevenson, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
She had an evil face, smoothed by hypocrisy; but her manners were excellent. — Robert Louis Stevenson, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
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She had an evil face, smoothed by hypocrisy; but her manners were excellent.

— Robert Louis Stevenson, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
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