”
“Some little tiff?”
“No; but I don’t think I shall see them. His face was white. He was bewildered. ‘You speak as if you expected to
meet her again, Gerald. The day was so darkly overcast that she had to turn on
the small white porcelain lamp that sat upon the makeup
crowded vanity. 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. “Well,” she said. That’s really why we do them
sometimes rather well and get on. There is something that inspires a feeling of inexpressible melancholy in sailing
on a dark night upon the Thames. "
*****
"To me, you dirty blackguard!" cried Spurlock, flinging aside his helmet.
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