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Peste, where was her handkerchief? She remembered then that it had been lost in the struggle with Gerald. Darrell's eyes were of that clear gray which it is difficult to distinguish from blue by day and black at night; and his rich brown hair, which he could not consent to part with, even on the promise of a new and modish peruke from his adoptive father, fell in thick glossy ringlets upon his shoulders; whereas Jack's close black crop imparted the peculiar bullet-shape we have noticed, to his head. "I fear not," replied Jack, despondingly. "You mean you were just sorry for him?" "As I would be for any human being in pain.
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