Hers was beauty on a large scale no doubt; but it was beauty, nevertheless: and the carpenter thought her eyes as bright, her complexion as blooming, and her figure (if a little more buxom) quite as captivating as when he led her to the altar some twenty years ago. “May I enquire,” he asked smoothly, “in what way my appearance contributes to your amusement? If there is a joke I should like to share it. “MY DEAR GIRL,— “I am so sorry if we made asses of ourselves to-night. He was wrapped in a laced roquelaure, which he threw off on his entrance into the room. ’ Saling coughed. It was the crowned queen of mountains in her robes of shining white.
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