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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. "Do you mean to tell me he's come and gone in an hour? What the devil kind of a father is he?" Spurlock shook his head. I'm almost sorry I've sworn to hang you. "The poor things!" The manager laughed. ” Michelle sat in a yogi’s posture on the cold plywood, her eyes closed as if meditating. “How old are you?” “Sixteen.
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