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She was dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness: her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady, and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears. A man might be without relatives, but certainly he would not be without friends, that is to say, without letters. Strange, I could never learn her history. He ventured to the great gates, and by inserting his gimblets into the wood at intervals, so as to form points upon which he could rest his foot, he contrived, to ascend them; and when at the top, having fastened a portion of his dress to the spikes, he managed, not without considerable risk, to draw up his female companion. "If that sickly brat lives to be a man," continued Jonathan, rising, "I'll hang him upon the same tree as his father. Finally, at the exit into Regent’s Park, they ran against Miss Klegg. I was not even sure whether it was loaded. " This frankness rather subdued Spurlock.
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