She had to wear cream and a brown sash and a short frock and her hair down, and Gwen cream and a brown sash and a long skirt and her hair up. "No," replied Jack. She had asked about that already, and her father had replied, evasively: “We’ll have to see about that, little Vee; we’ll have to see about that. She glanced into her companion’s face, and she saw there strange things. She went into premature labor. Wood had the advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the sunny side of forty,—a period pronounced by competent judges to be the most fascinating, and, at the same time, most critical epoch of woman's existence,—whereas, he was on the shady side of fifty,—a term of life not generally conceived to have any special recommendation in female eyes. " "Then you are taking me on?" Spurlock's eyes grew soft like those of a dog that, expecting the whip, saw only the kindly hand. It'll be your own fault if you don't soon get another and a proper young man into the bargain. Still, it was true about men. “Heavens, look at the time!” she exclaimed. Looking at this girl, a sense of failure swept over him.
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