She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. "I am no man's mistress," answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone. —Well, then, my dear," he added aloud, "do you still entertain the strong attachment you did to Captain Darrell?" Winifred's cheeks glowed with blushes, and fixing her eyes, which flashed with resentment, upon the questioner, she said: "I have promised to answer your question, and I will do so. ” 243 She felt a mixture of embarrassment, humiliation, and pride well up in her cheeks, flushing them. The spinsters had purchased one grass-linen tablecloth; the girl and the young man had purchased nothing. Ruth had lived in a world without caresses. " "It is," answered Wood. He was yellow and coarse of hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of the fitness of things. Easily. ” Lucy observed, watching her friend.
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