Can’t ask the gent to go abroad and condone a bigamy. The young lady in the bureau said she would inquire, and Ann Veronica, while
she affected to read the appeal on a hospital collecting-box upon the bureau
counter, had a disagreeable sense of being surveyed from behind by a small,
whiskered gentleman in a frock-coat, who came out of the inner office and into
the hall among a number of equally observant green porters to look at her and
her bags. “Please, stay a while longer. Her
figure was perfect,—tall, graceful, rounded,—and, then, she had deep liquid blue
eyes, that rivalled the stars in lustre. And yet—you millionaires should really, I think, cultivate
the art of discrimination. "I thought I heard a noise. Don’t you think? Tum, tay, tum, tay. I
bear the marks of some of them about me still," he continued, taking off his wig,
and laying bare a bald skull, covered with cicatrices and plates of silver. The man’s passion was infectious. I don’t see
how they can be.
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