Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. " Mrs. Anna turned round with a start, which was almost of guilt, the poker still in her hand. They then swiftly mounted the stairs, and stopped before the audience-chamber. Take my advice. " "Wood's daughter, I suppose?" observed the other. The little pucker in her brows became more perceptible.
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