He passed, and came loitering back and stood beside her, silently looking into her face. “Do you mean to say that you have been here ever since I came?” “I am afraid that I must confess it,” he answered. 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. She was quite the rage, in a small way, you know. " "Keep in your own room, at all events," rejoined Kneebone. ‘What Gerald wants with you has me beat. Go to it; and the best of luck!" He went out. . "One of us has got to die," he panted. ’ A sudden clatter of booted feet sounded in the hall beyond.
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