" "I'm not afraid, mother," said the little girl, smelling at the bouquet. “Is it any one you know?” Brendon asked. She saw now that it was not a dissipated face; it was as smooth and unlined as polished marble, which at present it resembled. ‘I thank you. She could not resist enduing persons she met with the noble attributes of the fictional characters. I had not been near the Royal Society since—since you disgraced me.
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