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All the money he earned—serving McClintock and the muse—could be laid away. She possessed what he affected to despise, but secretly worshipped—the innate charm of breeding. The young ladies in the somewhat mixed society amongst which he moved neither satisfied his taste nor appealed in any way to his affections. “The wrappered life-discipline! One comes to that at last. Descending the hollow, or rather excavation,—for it was an old disused clay-pit, at the bottom of which the cottage was situated,—he speedily succeeded in arousing the ancient sibyl, and having committed Edgeworth Bess to her care, with a promise of an abundant reward in case she watched diligently over her safety, and attended to her comforts till his return,—to all which Black Mary readily agreed,—he departed with a heart lightened of half its load. The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. “You needn’t be anxious about that! I shall contrive to live. That world of fine printed cambrics and escorted maidens, of delicate secondary meanings and refined allusiveness, presented itself to her imagination with the brightness of a lost paradise, as indeed for many women it is a lost paradise. It is enough to make a man throw away canvas and brushes into the bottomless precipices, enough to make one weep with despair at his utter and absolute impotence. It was like pouring a strong acid over dulled metal. Fast. She fought him at first, screaming at him, but he did not relent.
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