He was plainly attired in a riding-dress and boots of the period, and wore a hanger by his side. She was obliged to concede that his features were pleasing, his strength and vitality attractive; and there was no denying how well this uniform of a militia suited his figure, which was lean and powerful both. A creeping numbness invaded her. Suppose her father turned her out of doors! She did not care, she meant to go. It was better even than the hymn-singing. He went on.
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