"You are alone?" said one of the spinsters—Prudence Jedson. He was wearing a new silk hat, with a slightly more generous brim than its predecessor, and it suited his type of face, robbed his dark eyes a little of their aggressiveness and gave him a solid and dignified and benevolent air. She had been quite convinced that an engagement with him and at last a marriage had exactly that quality of compromise which distinguishes the ways of the wise. ‘Certainly you must have seen her. ” “Don’t imperil my reputation before I am established,” she answered, smiling. To them all I am nothing. She smiled mechanically at the audience, holding her violin limply, feeling the hot lights on her made-up face.
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