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I’ve always had a sneaking desire
for the writing-trade. Deep
verandas ran around the bungalows, with bamboo drops which were always
down in the daytime, fending off the treacherous sunshine. 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. To win the contest meant you would be chosen
to apprentice in magic as a priest under her tutelage. ‘Or flew in by balloon, perhaps. "There is nobody else. ” Lucy put her hand to her heart and
pulled one of her kinky curls straight.
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