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It must have
been impossible to see me through that much rain. The Iron Bar. One’s got to be a better man than one’s
father, or what is the good of successive generations? Life is rebellion, or
nothing. Up to this
moment, hopes had been entertained of a respite, strong representations in his
favour having been made in the highest quarter; but now that his fate seemed
sealed, the curiosity of the sight-seeing public to behold him was redoubled. The
man or woman who did something for nothing always excited his suspicions;
they were playing some kind of a game. But Miss Stanley took no notice
of these things. I fancy that this is a
little more than playing at Bohemianism. He had been for months without music of the character he loved—and he
dared not play any of it!
McClintock, after the music began, left the piano and sat in a corner just beyond
the circle of light cast by the lamp. The cheek-bones
were prominent: the nose slightly depressed, with rather wide nostrils; the chin
narrow, but well-formed; the forehead broad and lofty; and he possessed such an
extraordinary flexibility of muscle in this region, that he could elevate his eyebrows at pleasure up to the very verge of his sleek and shining black hair, which,
being closely cropped, to admit of his occasionally wearing a wig, gave a
singular bullet-shape to his head.
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