He smiled grandly; she could feel the radiance of his approval from across the wedding table. 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. "Come on, my lads!" vociferated Blueskin, "we'll unkennel the old fox. She could not say a word, much less move. Her curiosity was insatiable, her dreams filled with happy speculation over what hair color her babies would inherit. Don't lay it all to the boy.
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