The city presented a terrible picture of devastation. You have never felt the hearts of all hardened against you; have never heard the jeer or curse from every lip; nor endured the insult and the blow from every hand. Don’t you think that the shade of my hair is lovely?” “There is nothing particular the matter with the shade,” Anna answered, “but it is not nearly so becoming as before you touched it. Guided by the glare of the forge, which threw a stream of ruddy light across the road, Jack soon found the place of which he was in search. When they reached the door, he kissed her 246 again. “Perhaps one talks nonsense about a woman’s instinct,” she said.
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