It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. 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. ” “You and your father?” Lucy asked. " "What else did you do when alone?" "I read the encyclopaedia. My lads," he continued, addressing the partners; "when you've finished this job give that fellow a fresh set of darbies.
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