It is picturesquely situated beneath a tree on the high road, not far from the little hostel before mentioned, and at no great distance from the church. " "But how in the Lord's name was she brought up? There's a queer story back of this somewhere. Her pa was only the smithy. The blue jowl, the fat-lidded eyes—now merry, now alert, now tungsten hard—the bullet head, the pudgy fingers and the square-toed shoes were all in conformation with the doctor's olden mental picture. He was a tall man and fair, with bluish eyes that were rather protuberant, and long white hands of which he made a display. But it was almost choked up with fallen stacks of chimneys, broken beams of timber, and shattered tiles. A vague desire to justify himself ruffled her father.
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