The proa bore away to the northwest out of which it had come. Gerald guessed she was biting her tongue on an explosive retort as she eyed him. He stopped before her suddenly. “You poor thing. ‘For God’s sake, let go my hand,’ he begged. The owner of this dress had a broad weather-beaten face, small twinkling eyes, and a bushy, grizzled beard. Then she looked at her aunt, and traced with a curious eye the careful arrangement of her hair, her sharp nose, the little drooping lines of mouth and chin and cheek. A full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of "right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes.
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