. Then she sat down—uninvited—
and looked from one to the other curiously. “Eight, Cavendish Square. His cigar burnt out
between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. 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. You
can do anything you please. Then the lady smiled and her radiance, even in the
darkness, warmed Gerald unexpectedly. I shall take to him as nat'ral as if he were my own flesh
and blood afore long. She brought her hands up to her head and ripped out
two long chunks of her hair, pulling out shreds of scalp. Ruth and Spurlock separated, the one embarrassed, the other utterly
dumfounded. Her fingers clutched
the side of the door as though to steady herself. Here they were regaled with another
plentiful meal by the hospitable carpenter, who personally superintended the
repast.
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