"Hell's curses!" muttered Jonathan between his teeth; "that fool will ruin all. White said. One glance through the window at that picturesque head had been sufficient. Lucy sprinted to one side to avoid the crash and grabbed at Rhea’s solitary patch of yellow hair, which ripped out loosely in one decayed piece like strands of rotten corn silk. The Victorians over-did it a little, I admit. Mother had met with him two years before to begin the process of finding a match. He looked around, and as he heard that deafening shout,— as he felt the influence of those thousand eyes fixed upon him,—as he listened to the cheers, all his misgivings—if he had any—vanished, and he felt more as if he were marching to a triumph, than proceeding to a shameful death.
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