Her hair had become so matted that Sebastian had sheared it off, which made her the very mirage of a nubile young boy. Ah, but she could remember; and many things there were that she would never forgive. Holding the lamp over her rigid but beautiful features, Jonathan, with some anxiety, placed his hand upon her breast to ascertain whether the heart still beat. Thank him, not me, man. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky.
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