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" "Won't you go?" cried Jack passionately. 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. Disillusion stands in one doorway of our house and Mockery in the other. " "Why, my love," rejoined her husband, "appearances, you must allow, were a little against you. It’s just to feel—one owns one’s self. The rumor mills churned with the news that he harbored for her no ill will, but was simply too busy in his life to have a girlfriend that wasn’t “serious”. “Yes, I remember you now. So, in broken, rather breathless phrases, he told his story; and when he had done, he laid his arms upon the table and bent his head to them. I do wish you could come and dine with us some evening.
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