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She saw nothing of their love-making, and came home from her boarding-school in a state of decently suppressed curiosity for Alice’s wedding. 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. " "In whose favour is it made?" he inquired, sternly. And all to satisfy a succession of rapacious lightskirts. “I was really interested in his stuff. ” She looked at him with uplifted eyebrows—a look of whimsical incredulity. She opened the window, for the night was mild, and sat on the floor with her chin resting upon the window-sill. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. ‘You were his daughter.
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