You are—horrible. “My dear boy,” she exclaimed. We LIKED each other well enough. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. Both had very singular faces; very odd wigs, very much pulled over their brows; and very large cravats, very much raised above their chins. Without a word, the general reached out and took them, but his glance searched the girl’s face. The elastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and, before the coach stopped, his tears had ceased to flow. “I wonder,” he said, and went off at a tangent. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast.
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