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‘But—’ ‘Nothing at all for you to worry your head over,’ said the captain, moving to try and usher her forth. ‘And that object confirms me in the belief that it is not I who will shortly meet my maker. Unless women are never to be free, never to be even respected, there must be a generation of martyrs. Spurling, and her now accepted suitor, resumed their seats. He cocked an eyebrow. He had absorbed her in a single glance, and was now defining her as he worked. 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.
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