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Nothing ensued. In the next place, she really had some pretensions to beauty. 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. On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting. “You were booked of course. I’ve always had a sneaking desire for the writing-trade. Inside was the blue stone she had lost in the 1800’s. Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. A dresser, a washstand, and a clothes press.
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