Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. "I can't tell you!" she replied, blushing deeply, and clinching her little hand as tightly as possible; "it's a secret!" "I'll soon find it out, then," he returned, playfully forcing the paper from her grasp. '" "An ingenious device," laughed Gay. When next he asked for her, some twelve hours later, he was told that Mademoiselle had left. Lucy auditioned on a borrowed violin. On his third visit to the island she had surprised him, that is, she had glanced up suddenly and caught the look of the beast in his eyes. He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories.
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