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Now how in the world was he to get rid of the husband? His luck was in. ‘Certainly those are names of the most undistinguished, and I would scorn to have them. 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. No, this was imbecile. You don’t know the thoughts we have; the things we can do and say. He took up his hat and went. “And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing. Wood, reproachfully, as they returned to the parlour. ’ ‘Perfectly correct, my boy.
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