"That's scarcely a fair question, Mr. It was rigged up for the occasion as it has been many a time before. I next proceeded to Jenny Bunch's, the Ship, in Trig Lane—there I got the same answer. Her normally shiny hair was 143 stringy and flat. I knew it. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. Darrell's eyes were of that clear gray which it is difficult to distinguish from blue by day and black at night; and his rich brown hair, which he could not consent to part with, even on the promise of a new and modish peruke from his adoptive father, fell in thick glossy ringlets upon his shoulders; whereas Jack's close black crop imparted the peculiar bullet-shape we have noticed, to his head.
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