. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. ‘What is it?’ ‘Er—shouldn’t I tell—I mean, the young lady, sir—’ ‘You can leave the young lady to me. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. He chuckled. She had done forever with the Age of Chivalry, and her own base adaptations of its traditions to the compromising life. She wants to be free—she wants to be legally and economically free, so as not to be subject to the wrong man; but only God, who made the world, can alter things to prevent her being slave to the right one. ‘Oh, dearie me, you make me feel a traitor. His course had been observed by the watchman, who directed Wild which way to take. You’re a far cry from your usual gloomy self these days. Her curiosity was insatiable, her dreams filled with happy speculation over what hair color her babies would inherit. 1.
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