CHAPTER IV. "Oh God! how fearfully my father is avenged!" "True," replied Jack, sternly; "but we have our uncle to avenge. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. Men of action by the scarlet coats with their grey facings—insignia of the county militia. We are the species, and maternity is our game; that’s all right, but nobody wants that admitted for fear we should all catch fire, and set about fulfilling the purpose of our beings without waiting for further explanations. He then made off. She barely heard a word that Martin or Brown said, until Martin’s voice chimed. She went from period to period exactly as she would have read prose; so that sense and music were equally balanced.
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