“Nevertheless,” Hill said doggedly, “I am here to speak to you alone. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. I loathe this room. " "On no account," rejoined Wood peremptorily.
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