"I think I feel like a mince-pie--a maddening jumble of things delicious

and indigestible."

She laughed and grew friendly. This, he thought, is, after all, her

permanent mood; but before he could take advantage of it another caller,

Mr. Early, appeared; and again she basely deserted Norris to the mercies

of her father and mother, and devoted herself to the evident

beatification of the apostle of the new in art.




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