“There is my aunt,” she said. Bordered by fine timber, the road
occasionally offered glimpses of a lovely valley, until a wider opening gave a
full view of a delightful and varied prospect. His features
were regular, and finely-formed; his complexion bright and blooming,—a little
shaded, however, by travel and exposure to the sun; and, with a praiseworthy
contempt for the universal and preposterous fashion then prevailing, of
substituting a peruke for the natural covering of the head, he allowed his own
dark-brown hair to fall over his shoulders in ringlets as luxuriant as those that
distinguished the court gallant in Charles the Second's days—a fashion, which
we do not despair of seeing revived in our own days. ‘It’s my belief she
is a nun. But she certainly remembered that when she was a
little girl he sometimes wore tennis flannels, and also rode a bicycle very
dexterously in through the gates to the front door. ‘No, no, I am convinced your very first theory was right. I’m going to
that stupid party at the Vorsack’s to get to the bottom of
it.
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