I’ve never found them hostile. Heliers. "And now, widow," he continued, "attend to the next verse, for it consarns a friend o' yours. ‘Poor things. H’m. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance.
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