God, we suck. "You heard me say it! It was inevitable. Unwillingly he drew a little nearer, and became one of the group of
loiterers about the entrance. ‘Why,
you have heard yourself all that is being said. “Why not?” He repeated, demanding. ‘Now then, girl. A dovecoloured kincob gown, embroidered with large trees, and made very low in front,
displayed to the greatest possible advantage, the rounded proportions of her
figure; while a high-heeled, red-leather shoe did not detract from the symmetry
of a very neat ankle, and a very small foot. All these circumstances,—slight in
themselves, but powerful in their effect,—touched the heart of the widowed
carpenter, and added to his depression. Who knows?—on the analogy of “Squiggles” she might come to call
him “Mangles!”
“I don’t think I can ever marry any one,” she said, and fell suddenly into
another set of considerations that perplexed her for a time. I don’t want to hear you. The crowner's
'quest sat on her yesterday—and if she hadn't been proved out of her mind, she
would have been buried at four lane-ends. I am five-and-thirty, and I have
knocked about in the world and tasted the quality of life. Her hair had become so matted that Sebastian had
sheared it off, which made her the very mirage of a nubile
young boy. The Bed Room
400
XIX. As sure as you're sitting there, Mr.
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