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CHAPTER XI. ” He shook her hands off almost roughly. I needn't tell you to tread carefully. McClintock's astonishment merged into a state of mild hypnosis. " "I'm no reader of riddles," said Jonathan. ’ ‘Gracious heaven, Gerald! If your dear mama could not drag you to the altar, I am hardly likely to succeed. 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. . Perhaps I deceived you about it. Profligate women are never reclaimed.
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