Raven locks fell to her shoulders from under the feathered beaver hat, and curled away down her back. The distinction lay chiefly in the right to pat their heads. “Never mind me. " He drew down the lamp and blew it out, and followed her into the night, more lovely than he had ever imagined night to be. ” He struck a note, and Anna responded. " Miserably his thoughts shuttled to and fro in search of what he knew she wanted —a love story. She was a large, resilient girl, with a foolish smile, a still more foolish expression of earnestness, and a throaty contralto voice.
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