”
“Forget WHAT?”
“And I said I wouldn’t. I was resolved to see you. "
"Hurt her? It would tear her to pieces; God knows she has had enough. He confided to me that he felt trapped in his marriage,
that he was being ruined by fate. Nothing at
all. There was a recurrence of fever, but
nothing alarming. The parlour was cluttered but cosy. Anything that had love in
it!
The doctor comprehended that he also had his work cut out. 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. It was the grand nursery of vice. McClintock liked it. Pretty good stuff, some of it. It is really amusing. .
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