A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. . She was silent. "I'm prudence personified. Wood, by whom it was formerly occupied. " "Company!" echoed Rachel; "at this time of night?" "Company, child," repeated Kneebone. ‘But I have the pistol,’ Gerald pointed out.
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