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. Rather would I have gone with Leonardo—and he wished me to do so. Shrinking involuntarily back into the farthest corner of the seat, Jack buried his face in his hands. He glanced up.
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