They flash to and fro, they thrill us with expectancy. “I think we have,” he answered, gravely, and took her in his arms, and smoothed her hair from her forehead, and very tenderly kissed her lips. The destroying angel hurried by, shrouded in his gloomiest apparel. 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. She got up, put the neat cuffs she had made into her work-basket, and went to the bureau for the little cards in the morocco case. Sister’s got married to that bounder Ferringhall. So I undertook to protect her by keeping love out of her life, by crushing it whenever it appeared, obliterating it. A dresser, a washstand, and a clothes press. Perhaps the sunken cheeks and the protruding cheekbones gave her this impression.
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