“But—your people!” she gasped. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. Oh, I’ve loved love, dear! I’ve loved love and you, and the glory of you; and the great time is over, and I have to go carefully and bear children, and—take care of my hair—and when I am done with that I shall be an old woman. Just now my best ones are all taken. One could go to him and tell him one loved him. It isn’t pretty, but we’re made so. ” “And he accepted meekly?” “Practically. " "Well, it's mighty fine of you to break your journey in this fashion—for someone you don't know, a passer-by. That's the way she strikes me. ‘Mademoiselle. She was trying by some wonderful, secret, and motionless gymnastics to restrain her tears. I almost died from this flu. In one grave, mind.
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