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Raven locks fell to her shoulders from under the feathered beaver hat, and curled away down her back. Old thoughts, old feelings, old faces, and old scenes have returned to me, and I have fancied myself happy,—as happy as I am now. The washerwoman reported that she had seen a man one day riding out for an early morning hunt, but was unsure of his identity. " "Humph!" ejaculated the carpenter. ’ ‘Don’t you dare. ” Anna tried to look angry, but her mouth betrayed her. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude.
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