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” He ducked out. He blushed, too, spiritually, as it were. They sat in the windowed booth at the restaurant across from each other. 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. Wood, popping her head through the window. Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. " Darrell's attention was drawn to the latter part of this speech by a slight pressure on his foot.
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