I want to put myself into your hands. His features
were regular, and finely-formed; his complexion bright and blooming,—a little
shaded, however, by travel and exposure to the sun; and, with a praiseworthy
contempt for the universal and preposterous fashion then prevailing, of
substituting a peruke for the natural covering of the head, he allowed his own
dark-brown hair to fall over his shoulders in ringlets as luxuriant as those that
distinguished the court gallant in Charles the Second's days—a fashion, which
we do not despair of seeing revived in our own days. Part 5
She had sent her father a telegram from the East Strand post-office worded
thus:
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All
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is
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well
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with
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and
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quite
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safe
| Veronica |
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me
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and afterward she had dined a la carte upon a cutlet, and had then set herself
to write an answer to Mr. “Look here,” he said, protruding his eyes;
“why get anything to do at all just yet? Why, if you must be free, why not do the
sensible thing? Make yourself worth a decent freedom.
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