The spinster saw herself growing warm again in the morning sunshine of youth
—a flaring ember before the hearth grew cold. 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. "Something more than whisky did that. “You mustn’t talk any more,” he said, “but I want you to listen to me just for a
moment. ’
‘Ain’t you in a rage?’ asked the captain. This
was the bitterest hour he had ever known.
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