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Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and,
when unloosed, hung down to her heels. “It may not be
just and so forth, but, after all, it is how things are. A slight rain fell at the time; and a few leaves, caught by the eddies,
whirled around. CHAPTER II. "Well, well; I have given out of
my wisdom. It was eleven o'clock. "
"My penance forbids it," said Trenchard, waving his hand. . The letter began:
“MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—”
She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate
gesture flung them into the fire.
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