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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. Winds returned, the gardens withered, and roses would not bloom. I sha'n't utter a word. Her companion was a person of no inferior condition. It was the bitterest moment of her life. Blueskin will go with you,—for fear of a mistake.
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