From this spot a road, more resembling the drive through a park than a public thoroughfare, led him gradually to the brow of Dollis Hill. His face, as he looked down where his hand sought for a weapon concealed in her petticoat, was so close that she could see only the line of his firm jaw, the drag of his powdered hair that drew it into the military pigtail, and the black ribbon that adorned it. Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness. “Why, it’s David!” he exclaimed. This morning he heard voices—McClintock's and the Wastrel's. A quarter of an hour passed. We mustn’t make it so. He told her something about music, the great world outside.
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