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. What is it you’re after? Money, I suppose. I like high tone for a flourish and stars and ideas; but I want my things. He resented being regarded as irregular. One or the other. "Jack," exclaimed the widow, starting up and drawing back the curtain. He halted and put out a hand to stop Hilary. Its parents have perished.
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