John laughed even
harder, his eyes misting over. "Devilish strange!" thought he, chuckling to himself; "queer business! Capital
trick of the cull in the cloak to make another person's brat stand the brunt for his
own—capital! ha! ha! Won't do, though. We'll
have some fun down there at my place, Spurlock; but we'll probably bore your
wife to death. Jack was so harrassed that he felt half inclined to stand at bay. ‘I did not think so. She had not made friends with any; so they still eyed her askance. Superstition—you knock into it whichever way you turn. He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim,
stony. I hated the stuff. John’s father piped up, bored with the conversation,
and asked, “Where do you get your blue eyes, Lucy?
What nationality are you?”
“I’m mostly Italian, but I get my blue eyes from my
mother, who was Gypsy. "I have one inquiry more to make of you, Sir," said the stranger, as soon as he
had conquered his displeasure, "and I will then trouble you no further. “I suppose,” said her father, “I have read at least half the novels that have been
at all successful during the last twenty years. "
"Oh!" Ruth laughed softly. .
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