Darrell's eyes were of that clear gray which it is difficult to distinguish from blue by day and black at night; and his rich brown hair, which he could not consent to part with, even on the promise of a new and modish peruke from his adoptive father, fell in thick glossy ringlets upon his shoulders; whereas Jack's close black crop imparted the peculiar bullet-shape we have noticed, to his head. “Why, what is the matter with you? What do you mean?” Annabel laughed scornfully. There are sentimental and traditional deferences and reverences, I know, between father and son; but that’s just exactly what prevents the development of an easy friendship. She wanted to think. Me, I prefer to forget that I have such a father. If he ran less risk of being blown over, he stood a much greater chance of being washed off, or stifled.
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