7. . It is queer how ideas pop into one's head. She was a lovely girl, attired in deep mourning, and having an expression of profound sorrow on her charming features. She had to wait some minutes in an outer office, wherein three young men of spirited costume and appearance regarded her with ill-concealed curiosity and admiration. ” “Out with it, then,” he cried, almost roughly. She was quite oblivious to the sensation she had created. 1. “I don’t think you see,” she replied, with tears on her cheeks, and her brows knitting, “how it shames and, ah!—disgraces me—AH TISHU!” She put down the tray with a concussion on her toilet-table. She had but to choose.
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