The trio of girls approached the newly laid cement curb, where throngs of young girls in pink lip-gloss fanned and preened like peacocks as rich boys circled round, revving the engines of their father's red cars. ’ Her face fell. Mr. Wood;—"Owen—Owen!—Thames, help!" "Coming!" cried Mr. ” She looked down on him thoughtfully, and he let his admiration of her free young poise show in his face. He had a handsome, jolly-looking face; stood six feet two in his stockings; and measured more than a cloth-yard shaft across the shoulders—athletic proportions derived from his father the dragoon. “Believe what, Michelle?” Lucy asked.
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