"Von't you hear me?—ough! ough!" demanded Sharples, after a pause. ‘But it is entirely natural that I choose my own country. Wild's name. She had animated dark blue-gray eyes under her fine eyebrows, and dark brown hair that rolled back simply and effectively from her broad low forehead. She knew that in her new rôle she was as likely as not to be a rank failure. Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. He spent a good deal more money and time than he could afford upon the little room at the top of the house, in producing new lapidary apparatus and new microscopic accessories and in rubbing down slices of rock to a transparent thinness and mounting them in a beautiful and dignified manner. Lucy went hunting on a Thursday night.
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