She was marvellously pretty, but he was not quite sure—yet—that it was advisable for him to sit with her in so public a place. " "Why?" McClintock put a hand on the doctor's shoulder. This one was Henry Esmond, that one the melancholy Marius, and so forth and so on; never any villains. 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.
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