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Rich, well educated, well mannered, a little heavy, he had married very young; and now a widower of twenty years standing, the sight of Wych Hazel had suggested to him what a nice thing it would be to be married again. The estates too suited each other, even touched at one point. With this gentleman Wych Hazel had some slight acquaintance, and he introduced Mr.
She had large, hazel eyes, full of expression, shaded by long, black eyelashes, a clear, light-brown complexion, rosy cheeks, small, even teeth, as white as cocoanut meat, and lips whose color was like the tint of sealing-wax. There was not a straight line or an angle about her plump and well-proportioned figure.
Richard Heywood, as to bodily fashion, was a tall and already powerful youth. The clear brown of his complexion spoke of plentiful sunshine and air. A merry sparkle in the depths of his hazel eyes relieved the shadows of rather notably heavy lids, themselves heavily overbrowed with a suggestion of character which had not yet asserted itself to those who knew him best.
Now and then she bent her head back for him to kiss her, when an invisible ray would strike her eye and be refracted into a rainbow-colored star, in the darkness. A high dike of turfs ran along the edge of the wood, and low over it hung hazel and young beech trees.
These, being only a wild lily, you did not comprehend. You do not love me, or you would give me my promise fast enough on other grounds. You leave me a very difficult way. You leave me no way but to take measures to remove you from temptation. Is not that less pleasant, Hazel, than to give me the promise? She was silent for several minutes; not pondering the question, but fighting the pain.
The thing looked ugly, and, while I had no love for the red-haired man, I did not wish to see murder or robbery committed and stand idly by. The match of the afternoon had given me a fine notion of my prowess, though. Had I reflected, my pistol was in its case at home, and I had no weapon but a hazel staff.
'And Mr. Rollo thought', said Hazel, looking up, 'that it was better for me to come home from Dr. Maryland's than from the woods. And when he spoke of it I supposed you would say that too, Mr. Falkirk. But Mr. Falkirk vouchsafed no corroboration of this opinion. 'Did I do well, sir? she said a little eagerly, but meaning now the whole night's work. 'Did I do ill?
But his looks gave no hint of the real man under the surface placidity; you'd never have guessed what possibilities lay behind that immobile face, with its heavy-lashed hazel eyes and plain, thin-lipped mouth that tilted up just a bit at the corners. We had parted in the Texas Panhandle five years before an unexpected, involuntary separation that grew out of a poker game with a tough crowd.
Hazel leaned her head on her hands, as if the mere recollection were all she could bear. 'My dear! exclaimed Mr. Falkirk. 'Did you keep up the game long?
This hazel fork is the DIVINING ROD. The hazel has the honour of being preferred, because it divides into nearly equal branches at angles the nearest equal. Then, assuming that there is something in this provincial superstition, four questions present themselves to us for examination.
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