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Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. You don’t wear a dinner coat with
a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do
you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. His light brown
hair was almost crew cut short. Jack instantly sprang to his feet, and as his guards construed the motion into an
attempt to escape, several of them drew their swords and motioned to him to sit
down. . Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy; Darrell's as
fresh and bright as a rose. The lips were straight and
pale, the chin aggressive, the nose indomitable. Why did he
care?
“I could never marry a girl who’s not a virgin.
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