He had a
leather jockey cap on his head, and a leather whip in his hand, and he
gave John a long, loving look, which seemed to ask for his admiration
and deprecate, if not dispute, his expected dislike.
For John's looks traveled down the handsome figure, whose hand he still
clasped, with evident dismay and dissatisfaction, and Harry retaliated
by striking his booted leg with his riding-whip. For an instant they
stood thus looking at each other, both of them quite aware of the
remarkable contrast they made. Harry's tall, slight form, black hair,
and large brown eyes were a vivid antithesis to John's blond blue-eyed
strength and comeliness. To her youngest son, Mrs. Hatton, who was a
daughter of the Norman house of D'Artoe, had transmitted her quick
temperament, her dark beauty, and her elastic grace of movement.
Harry's beauty had a certain local fame; when people spoke of him it was
not of Henry Hatton they spoke, they called him "t' young master," or
more likely, "that handsome lad o' Hattons.
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