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" "Well, villain!" replied Thames, "I know not the motive of your visit. Don’t you think that the shade of my hair is lovely?” “There is nothing particular the matter with the shade,” Anna answered, “but it is not nearly so becoming as before you touched it. From suburbs, from country towns—everywhere. There's my thumb upon it. He used to call it his fire-escape—ha! ha! I've often used the ladder for my own convenience, but I never expected to turn it to such good account. 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. He found himself thinking up all the psychology which he had ever read. He saw the tragedy on the boy's face; but he was merciless. Overjoyed beyond measure at having vanquished this apparently-insurmountable obstacle, Jack darted through the door. He watched her orgasm come to life and he could hold back no longer. Hastening to the spot where he had tied his horse to a tree, he vaulted into the saddle, and rode off across the fields,—for he was fearful of encountering the hostile party,—till he reached the Edgeware Road.
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