207 She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times, having long since forgotten his name. The little girl uttered no remonstrance; but, replacing the flowers in the basket, burst into tears, and withdrew. “Let me know the truth. It was a letter. "I'll be his evil genius!" vociferated Jonathan, who seemed to enjoy her torture. And here she was—in a mess because it had been impossible for her to avoid leaning upon another man. The blue jowl, the fat-lidded eyes—now merry, now alert, now tungsten hard—the bullet head, the pudgy fingers and the square-toed shoes were all in conformation with the doctor's olden mental picture. "I don't know what I think," Wood answered sulkily; and he bent his eyes upon the water, as if he wished to avert his attention forcibly from the scene. Cowering in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunate mother, the complete wreck of what she had been. I won't give him a chance. Jack's mouth was coarse and large; Darrell's small and exquisitely carved, with the short, proud upper lip, which belongs to the highest order of beauty. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring him to prepare for eternity.
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