She was dressed in one of those complicated dresses that are all lace and work
and confused patternings of black and purple and cream about the body, and she
was in many ways a younger feminine version of the same theme as himself. “You see, dear, one IS passionately anxious for something—what is it? One
wants to be CLEAN. I know nothing of that young lady. ”
He sat for a moment, absorbing. Celeste introduced him to me—oh, how Celeste hated me! She must
have known. "
"Never!" replied the woollen-draper; "and if that treacherous rascal, by your
side, doesn't make himself scarce quickly, I'll send a bullet through his brain. When she spoke, her lips twitched. Does that boy live in
some sort of personal cave? Like, I think he might even
be thinking about asking you out again! That is what I
think.
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