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'It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known. 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. But that explains everything. “I am happy. Gin is the poor man's friend,—his sole set-off against the rich man's luxury. He laughs at locks and bolts; and the more carefully you guard your premises from him, the more likely are you to insure an attack. But I found it no laughing matter, I can assure you. It was a precious thing, a beautiful cabochon—do you know what that is?” “What’s a cabochon?” “It’s a precious jewel that doesn’t have facets yet. “Oh my God, what if she’s dead?” More giggling. It is just how things happen to be. “Are you A, B, C, or D?” he asked.
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