Through all
he said ran one quality that pleased her—the quality of a man who feels that
things can be done, that one need not wait for the world to push one before one
moved. I'm a stickler about clothes and clean chins. “Everything will follow,” she said. She threw out a hand to stop
herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own
petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. Nothing more forlorn could be conceived. The name of this damsel was Edgeworth Bess; and, as her
fascinations will not, perhaps, be found to be without some influence upon the
future fortunes of her boyish admirer, we have thought it worth while to be thus
particular in describing them. "Mr.
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