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Reaching the summit of a gentle, grassy slope, she met a
tall, lean man dressed in a sober, gentlemanly fashion, who was
walking in the opposite direction. He was a stranger to her, and
strangers were rare enough in the island. And yet in some vague
way he did not seem quite a stranger.
Miss Arabella drew rein, affecting to pause that she might admire
the prospect, which was fair enough to warrant it. Yet out of the
corner of those hazel eyes she scanned this fellow very attentively
as he came nearer. She corrected her first impression of his dress.
It was sober enough, but hardly gentlemanly. Coat and breeches were
of plain homespun; and if the former sat so well upon him it was
more by virtue of his natural grace than by that of tailoring. His
stockings were of cotton, harsh and plain, and the broad castor,
which he respectfully doffed as he came up with her, was an old one
unadorned by band or feather. What had seemed to be a periwig at a
little distance was now revealed for the man's own lustrous coiling
black hair.


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