“I heard the other day that she’d been taken in by some cad of a fellow who was cutting a great dash in Paris, personating Meysey Hill, the great railway man. A full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of "right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. “It’s THE Society!” said Miss Miniver. The next hour makes, or mars you for ever. She was reasonably certain why. I am so much obliged to you for your projected benevolence. Good riddance. ’ ‘Comment? But already he has made this visit—in town. Under happier circumstances nothing would have given me more pleasure than to have offered you a home with your sister. ’ ‘He doesn’t sound like a desirable parti. Curiosity held her by one hand, urging her to recklessness, and caution held her by the other.
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