Pure romantic nonsense on her part. A full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of "right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. "Did you ever see the like of her?" "No," answered McClintock, gravely. Pitt endeavoured to dissuade him from attending in person, representing the great risk he would incur from the mob, which was certain to be assembled. Her eyes still had the fevered glow of sickness, yet she seemed in perfect health. " "But you will,—won't you?" she rejoined, looking him coaxingly in the face. Sheppard raised her eyes, and fixed them upon her interrogator. . ” “You should try out for the town orchestra. "Not proud in the least, I declare. —I'll soon find you out. "My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers.
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