Her body was perpetually tanned, despite the approach of winter. Let us be gone. Her head snapped back as he grabbed her by the hair. He had a handsome, jolly-looking face; stood six feet two in his stockings; and measured more than a cloth-yard shaft across the shoulders—athletic proportions derived from his father the dragoon. " "Norris!" gasped Lady Trafford, trembling violently. "Your son," answered the boy.
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