” “Against your will?” He asked. His head was small and bullet-shaped, and he did not wear a wig, but had his sleek black hair cut off closely round his temples. "I don't know; I really don't know. Then his beard was of a reddish hue, and his complexion warm and sanguine. Ruth did not resent the use of her mind and body in this tale of adventure. There must be real Valjeans, else how could authors write about them? Supposing some day she met one of these astonishing creators, who could make one cry and laugh and forget, who could thrill one with love and anger and tenderness? Most of us have witnessed carnivals. He would always see the picture of the huge, raw-boned Dutchman, haranguing and thundering the word of God into the dull ears of South Sea Islanders, who, an hour later, would be carrying fruit penitently to their wooden images. But he promised to give me a couple of guineas if I'd ascertain whether it fitted your locks.
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