”
“Why not?”
“You see, if I do go home my father objects to the College, and as for typing
—”
“Don’t go home. Carefully abstaining from thrusting
against each other, Ann Veronica and her father began an absurdly desperate
struggle, the one to open the door, the other to keep it fastened. 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. His gray eyes
were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and
panting.
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