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Lucy felt the hairs on her neck rise. He sent me flowers. Her head had been shaved, and around it was swathed a piece of rag, in which a few straws were stuck. It doesn’t matter. Darrell's eyes were of that clear gray which it is difficult to distinguish from blue by day and black at night; and his rich brown hair, which he could not consent to part with, even on the promise of a new and modish peruke from his adoptive father, fell in thick glossy ringlets upon his shoulders; whereas Jack's close black crop imparted the peculiar bullet-shape we have noticed, to his head. The gale had become a hurricane: that hurricane was the most terrible that ever laid waste our city. Wood, now more buxom and more gorgeously arrayed than ever,—as well as a young and beautiful female, in whom he was at no loss to recognise the carpenter's daughter.
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