He had a handsome, jolly-looking face; stood six feet two in his stockings; and measured more than a cloth-yard shaft across the shoulders—athletic proportions derived from his father the dragoon. ’ He turned to the lodgekeeper behind him, whose shocked fear had given place to a direful frown. Twice he cleaned the old briar; still there was no improvement. You have grown into my life, and I cannot tear you out.
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