Her body was perpetually tanned, despite the approach of winter. Raven locks fell to her shoulders from under the feathered beaver hat, and curled away down her back. “I think, perhaps if you will excuse me, that we will defer the luncheon. He was by no means certain that she would not in fact attempt to blow off his head as she had threatened. The Oriental waterfronts were rank with the stuff. " "Ay, marry," replied Wood, with a look that seemed to say that he did not think it required any surprising skill in the art of divination to predict the doom of the individual in question; but whatever opinion he might entertain, he contented himself with inquiring into the grounds of the conjuror's evil augury respecting the infant.
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