They were a dull grey, but the dark frizzed hair that framed her face was attractive. He did not pocket it, but sat hefting it lightly from hand to hand, watching the girl thoughtfully. She had imagined she had drowned them altogether. "Did you ever see the like of her?" "No," answered McClintock, gravely. " "Och! if he's a friend o' yours, my dear joy, there's no more to be said; and right sorry am I, I struck him. The one fault, indeed, of this school of fiction for him was that it had rather a light way with parental rights. "Does your father doubt it? Speak! tell me!" Winifred made no answer.
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