‘What a fate he finds for me. That is why I have dyed my hair, that is why I have abandoned my rôle of ingenuèe and altered my whole style of dress. . Through a blur of tears Ruth followed the rocking light until it vanished. Her cheeks were the colour of chalk, her eyes were filled with terror. He was in a curious state of desperation. " Drama. "In Heaven's name! what's all this?" cried Wood. 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. " "Right," answered Ireton. Miss Mary and me, and Martha too sometimes. He left Remenham House immediately after his wife died, giving birth to their daughter.
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