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  Great, ugly letters, I say, sprawling and slashed so deeply that the polished surface can never be restored


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id: 22047
title: The Love Affairs of an Old Maid
author: Bell, Lilian
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  with a woman who is desperately in love, to prevent her marrying the man The more I know of horses, the more natural I think men and women are in "Isn''t it strange to see the kind of men who love clever women like you? loved me--you know what a tender place a woman has in her heart for the Ruth, I think men are a good deal more human than women. Percival knows that he is in love--that is one great step in the right Flossy does not like children, and poor little Rachel never has had a life "Look at his chin," said Rachel; "could a man be strong with a chin like Whitehouse has loved her all her life, and you know what a splendid man he You don''t know how a girl in love feels. but not for love.'' That might be said of women." (I didn''t know, Tabby,


id: 22844
title: Miss Philly Firkin, The China-Woman
author: Mitford, Mary Russell
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  MISS PHILLY FIRKIN, THE CHINA-WOMAN. The world went well with Miss Philly Firkin in the shop and out. Master James Tyler--popularly called Jem--was the very man to secure and beyond all manner of doubt his fair neighbour Miss Philadelphia Firkin. than his usual consequence: "The chief news that I know, Miss Firkin, with a condescending nod to Miss Wolfe, as that Lilliputian lady looked little man''s use, in loading carts and waggons, if not Jem or I can take Tyler, and he''ll be sure to do me a good turn any day, if it''s only for Tyler Miss Wolfe turned up her hands and eyes, Mr. Lamb let fall the pattern pots, and Miss Philly flung the order upon the counter--"What Tylers cattle--poor Jem, who had such a respect for you!" "Respect for me!" echoed Miss Philly, "when he called me a chattering Jem Tyler and Miss Philly were married.


id: 28102
title: The Transfiguration of Miss Philura
author: Kingsley, Florence Morse
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  Ten minutes later, Miss Philura, looking smaller and more insignificant Before three minutes had passed Miss Philura Rice had forgotten that environment," she remarked to Miss Philura when the two ladies found Miss Philura''s blue eyes flashed rebelliously for perhaps the first time Miss Philura raised her eyebrows ever so little--somehow they seemed to living for six months Miss Philura bestowed but a single thought. Sunday morning following, when Miss Philura Rice, newly returned from enviously at the nodding plumes which shaded Miss Philura''s blue eyes. "I can not tell you that--now," said Miss Philura simply. Strangely enough, he had not heard of Miss Philura''s good appeared the name of Miss Philura Rice. The Rev. Silas Pettibone seated himself opposite Miss Philura and Church found conditions in the spiritual state of Miss Philura which "Miss Philura Rice," he said emphatically, "is one of the most THE TRANSFIGURATION OF MISS PHILURA


id: 26156
title: Hopes and Fears or, scenes from the life of a spinster
author: Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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  ''I mean it,'' said Honor cheerfully; then sighing, ''But do you know, Mr. Askew wishes his curates to visit at the asylum instead of ladies.'' ''Yes,'' said good, gentle Miss Wells, thinking more of present comfort seriously, but apparently changing his intention, he said, ''Poor old Mrs. Mervyn, I wonder how she would like the changes at Beauchamp.'' ''It is a little like you, Phoebe,'' said Honor, smiling. ''I believe Robert knows it all the time,'' said Phoebe. face look very white, as he said, ''Come, Phoebe, make haste; it is very ''I like them very much,'' said Phoebe, ''and Miss Charlecote seems to be Phoebe looked much shocked, but said, ''Perhaps Miss Charlecote''s kindness ''Look, Robert,'' said Phoebe, as she saw him standing shy, grave, and ''Robert would like to have Owen comforted,'' said Phoebe, slowly; ''but not ''Promise me, Phoebe,'' said Miss Fennimore, as she came to Robert''s last


id: 27071
title: The Third Miss Symons
author: Mayor, F. M. (Flora Macdonald)
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  and little general thought, people like Miss Mayor''s heroine are common; two or three years before, and by the time Henrietta came home, Minna Sometimes Louie was away on visits, and Henrietta went to dances the part of the lovely Miss Symons; Henrietta saw it in another light. month or six weeks, and when she came back, Henrietta went for a long After Louie''s wedding Henrietta went to stay with an aunt, her father''s Evelyn stayed behind, and Louie talked Henrietta over with her. Henrietta had seen very little of Evelyn all this time--the regiment Miss Gurney''s niece came out again, and she and Henrietta stayed at "Who do you think has come to live here, Henrietta?" said Evelyn, as "I don''t know," said Henrietta; "I don''t think there is anything much to Henrietta said that she thought it was the last time she


id: 31266
title: Quality Street: A Comedy
author: Barrie, J. M. (James Matthew)
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  _The scene is the blue and white room in the house of the Misses Susan (PHOEBE _and_ MISS SUSAN _wish to embrace her, but she is These stirring times, Miss Phoebe--he is but half a man who think of Miss Phoebe''s pretty soul, which is her garden, and shut my PHOEBE (_checking_ MISS SUSAN, _who is about to tell of the loss of the MISS SUSAN _looks forlornly at_ PHOEBE, _who smiles (PHOEBE _shudders, and_ MISS SUSAN _again darts in. But Miss Susan, ''tis Captain Brown. But Miss Susan, ''tis Captain Brown. You have seen Miss Phoebe, sir? (_She looks strangely at_ MISS SUSAN, _and_ MISS PHOEBE _knows that she SUSAN, _who can only call upon_ MISS PHOEBE _by name._) MISS SUSAN (_taking_ PHOEBE _in her arms_). MISS SUSAN (_after she has soothed_ PHOEBE _a little_). Susan nor Miss Phoebe will present her to us. Susan, and I shall ask Miss Phoebe for some wraps.


id: 31700
title: Reflections of a Bachelor Girl
author: Rowland, Helen
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  LOVE is the feeling that makes a man turn on the hot water when he meant IT isn''t the girls whom he has loved and lost that a man sighs for; it''s A MAN never marries when he ought to; he waits until some woman comes A MAN may feel like a brute at taking a kiss from a nice girl--but it A MAN thinks that by marrying a woman he proves he loves her, and that LOVE always comes to a man as a surprise; he feels like a person who has A WOMAN can do nothing wrong, as long as a man is in love with her, and WHEN a man makes a woman his wife it''s the highest compliment he can pay proverb; but when it comes to man''s love for a woman the worst of WHEN a man declares that making love to a particular woman "wouldn''t be


id: 23124
title: The Lady of the Basement Flat
author: Vaizey, George de Horne, Mrs.
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  poor area, making herself look like a very elderly woman, and finding "Rather a fine-looking girl!" And the man with you would reply, "Think meeting-place with a friend, then pack your box, Evelyn, come and look "What shall I look like, Bridget, when I am old?" "But think how you would feel when the day came to return to Pastimes! "Miss Evelyn, dear, I''ve been thinking--wouldn''t it be a duty-like, to "I shall write and tell him to do so at once," said Charmion looks ill, poor dear, but his blue eyes are still clear and alert, and Seen close at hand, her face looked almost child-like in its For a moment he looked as if he were going to laugh, then met my eyes, thing I might have said I don''t know, but at that moment the door burst "Show her in!" I said, and in she came--a pretty, thin, little woman,


id: 13522
title: Superseded
author: Sinclair, May
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  She, Miss Quincey, was a little dry, brown woman, with a soft pinched Punctually at four-thirty Miss Quincey vanished from the light of St. Sidwell''s, Regent''s Park, into the obscurity of Camden Town. difference from Louisa, that Miss Quincey''s tender and foolish little Rhoda sent for a hansom, and having left Miss Quincey at her home went "Miss Quincey is very far from well," said Cautley with recovered it was, Miss Quincey felt a little bit in awe of this clever doctor, who To be sure, Miss Quincey knew but little of the world of Not many days after, Miss Quincey might have been seen coming out of St. Sidwell''s with a reserved and secret smile playing about her face; so was Dr. Cautley''s business to look after Miss Quincey in her illness, and "Well, little Classical Mistress," said Miss Quincey, "we must say


id: 284
title: The House of Mirth
author: Wharton, Edith
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  Station his eyes had been refreshed by the sight of Miss Lily Bart. the eyes of infancy, Mrs. Hudson Bart had appeared young; but Lily could Lily made a frightened sound, and Mrs. Bart rose to her feet. of business, thanks to Stepney''s friend Rosedale: by the way, Miss Lily, Seated under the cheerless blaze of the drawing-room chandelier--Mrs. Peniston never lit the lamps unless there was "company"--Lily seemed to "Well, I understand Lily is about to assume them in the shape of Mr. Rosedale," Mrs. Fisher said with a laugh. point in the rooms; but Mrs. Fisher, as she passed Lily, broke from her Mrs. Fisher went on with her usual directness: "Look here, Lily, don''t Lily had seen little of Rosedale since her illuminating talk with Mrs. Fisher, but on the two or three occasions when they had met she was


id: 4313
title: The Odd Women
author: Gissing, George
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  ''There will come a day, Alice, when neither man nor woman is troubled ''Let me tell you what my own course has been,'' said Miss Nunn, after a ''I couldn''t ask Miss Eade to let me accompany her,'' said the young man ''Will you come and see Miss Barfoot?'' Rhoda asked, when it had become ''Is Miss Madden awake?'' said one of them, looking in Monica''s direction. ''But surely, Miss Nunn,'' cried the widow, turning to Rhoda, ''we work ''Do you like Miss Nunn?'' asked Monica. ''One of my reasons for coming to-day,'' said Everard, ''was to tell you a The sick girl whom Miss Barfoot had been to see was Monica Madden. ''I''m afraid,'' said Miss Nunn, ''that Monica is rather a silly girl. some honest man who would be likely to fall in love with little Monica! Rhoda laughed and went away, leaving Miss Barfoot with the impression


id: 10548
title: The Westcotes
author: Quiller-Couch, Arthur
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  Dorothea Westcote was now thirtyseven, or five years younger than Narcissus, whose mother had died soon "I have a guess," said the old General, "that Miss Westcote and I are Dorothea looked up sharply now, even anxiously; but her brother took Endymion Westcote meanwhile had picked up a small book which lay face "Come to breakfast, dear," said Dorothea, busy with the tea-urn. "My dear Dorothea," Endymion slipped his hands beneath his coat-tails Raoul," said Dorothea, stepping past her guest and leading Dorothea''s eyes were wet when, a moment later, Narcissus came bustling Raoul''s look implored Dorothea not to explain. Dorothea heard Polly''s gasp: it seemed to her that all the room must An hour later Dorothea said goodnight to her brother in the great hall. Admit that she, Dorothea Westcote, had loved a French prisoner almost Dorothea had heard the same story from the General and from Raoul.


id: 10429
title: Miss Lulu Bett
author: Gale, Zona
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  "Ask Lulu," said Mrs. Deacon. Dusting the Dwight-like piano, Lulu looked over-shoulder, with a manner On a June morning Dwight Herbert Deacon looked at the sky, and said with "Ina," said Lulu, "your hat''s just a little mite--no, over the other "Well, if it ain''t Miss Lulu Bett!" Dwight cried involuntarily, and Ina Dwight''s eyes narrowed: "My dear Lulu," he said, "are you _sure_ of "You have it in your hands," said Dwight, "to repay me, Lulu, for "Dwight," said Lulu, "I want Ninian''s address." "I shall tell what I know and then leave your house anyway," said Lulu, "Oh, Dwight," said Ina, "we can''t get along without Lulu." She did not "Why, Ninian," said Ina. Dwight threw out his hands. And before they left Lulu said: "Dwight--you can''t tell how long you''ll "Oh, Dwight!" said Lulu. "Oh, Dwight!" said Lulu. "Tell you, Lulu," said Dwight.


id: 33353
title: Patricia Brent, Spinster
author: Jenkins, Herbert George
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  "But, dear Miss Brent," said Mrs. Mosscrop-Smythe, "you never told us Patricia turned and looked straight into Mrs. Craske-Morton''s eyes "You had better come up to my room, Aunt Adelaide," said Patricia. "Oh, you dear, funny little thing!" said Patricia, giving Mrs. Hamilton As Patricia and Lady Tanagra entered the lounge, Miss Wangle and Mrs. Mosscrop-Smythe were addressing pleasantries to a particularly grim significant glances at Lady Tanagra, Miss Brent and Patricia. "I told Patricia that it was time the families met," said Lady Tanagra, Bowen smiled from Patricia to Mr. Triggs, who was looking at him in Elton looked first at Lady Tanagra and then on to Patricia, and smiled. Patricia looked across at Lady Tanagra in surprise, but said nothing. Patricia looked across at Lady Tanagra in surprise, but said nothing. "I want to have a serious talk with you, Patricia," said Miss Brent in


id: 32135
title: Maids, Wives, and Bachelors
author: Barr, Amelia E.
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  which makes some young women long to exploit their own hearts, caused The best women have an instinctive wish to marry a man superior to learned women, but it cannot do without good wives and mothers; and What good can come of little children knowing the things papers, and the men blame the man, and the women blame the girl, and This latter theory supposes women to love naturally any personable man So women do not marry, they work; and as the world will take good discontented working-women that the best way to get what they want discontented women, preferring the work and duties of men to their own For when good men want to marry, they seek a woman for what _she is_, Not a few women (and men too) make good livings by designing costumes All women know how hard it is to live the usual life of work and


id: 32920
title: A Question of Marriage
author: Vaizey, George de Horne, Mrs.
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  "A Consolation Female!" corrected Jean softly, and Vanna looked at her Mortons'' is Robert Gloucester, his words, deeds, thoughts, looks, ideas. "I''ve waited such a long time to see you," said Jean softly. Vanna looked thoughtfully at the lovely face. old clothes, Miss Vanna--they always look so fresh and new. herself, flashed an anxious look at Vanna''s face, and deftly turned the Piers looked across to where Vanna sat, and, for the first time in the Once and again as the time passed by, Robert looked fixedly at Vanna, Jean Goring and Robert Gloucester were married in the early days of Vanna looked up at him: her eyes were brave, but her lips trembled. Vanna smiled in his face with happy, love-lit eyes. Jean cried, and clung to Vanna''s hands with feverish protests of love Thus Jean, with many tender, loving words; but Vanna noted with a pang "Jean!" asked Vanna suddenly, "are you happy?"


id: 40735
title: Miss Primrose: A Novel
author: Gilson, Roy Rolfe
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  "I think there is no doubt, Mr. Butters," said Letitia, "that he was Letitia said, "Thank you, Bertram," and handed me a Robin gone, I saw but little of Letitia, I was so busy, I suppose, with "Why should you know one?" replied Letitia, pinching Dove''s rueful face. "Oh," I said, "I never thought of that; besides, Letitia never had time "I suppose it really isn''t Lincoln green, you know," Letitia said, when Letitia told Dove there was a wondrous dignity in the little man as he "Oh, I forget what comes next," she said, "but Letitia told me all about "No," she said; "when I listen to Letitia, I feel like a--" was a Grassy Fordshire boy and Letitia''s pupil, as I have said, till he "Letitia," I said, firmly, "come; we must go." I put my hand upon the "Yes," said Letitia, "did you know him, too?"


id: 35587
title: The Headless Horseman: A Strange Tale of Texas
author: Reid, Mayne
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  times turning out of the way, in places where the ground was clear of "Hear what''s written upon it!" continued the young man, riding nearer, "Ye won''t need it long afore ye git it, then; thet ole Zeb Stump kin He appears to be coming this way--direct to your place, Mr Old Zeb appearing to think the packing now complete, showed signs of By this time the wild mares appeared coming over the crest of the ridge "You kin go on if ye like, Mister Calhoun; but Zeb Stump don''t It was standing ajar; but just as Calhoun turned his eye upon it, a man "Of two horses, major," said the man, correcting the officer with an air "It mout be a man?" muttered he, "though it don''t look like it air. further on Zeb came to a spot where the horse had stood tied to a tree.


id: 41646
title: Emmeline, the Orphan of the Castle
author: Smith, Charlotte
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  ''Has my Lord, Sir,'' said Emmeline to Delamere,--''has my Lord Montreville my dear Mrs. Stafford,'' replied Emmeline, ''you do not know Lord In this interval, Delamere saw Emmeline every day; and Fitz-Edward, on Lord Montreville assenting, Miss Delamere, attended by a servant, walked ''The person with whom I hope to be able to place Miss Mowbray is Mrs. Ashwood, the sister of Mr. Stafford. to whom Emmeline delivered the letter she had brought from Mrs. Stafford, and after a moment''s waiting the lady herself came out to ''_I_ don''t like your Mr. Delamere at all, Miss Mowbray,'' said Mrs. Ashwood, as soon as the game ended. The day after Emmeline''s departure with Lady Adelina, Fitz-Edward went spirits of Lady Adelina, he would have led Mrs. Stafford and Emmeline The first days that Lord and Lady Westhaven and Emmeline had passed with ''But Lord Delamere, Sir?'' said Emmeline, inarticulately.


id: 41801
title: The Diary of a Saint
author: Bates, Arlo
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  the time has come when George would not mind hurting my feelings? "Look here, Ruth," he said after a moment; "I''m not going to talk to you "All right," Kathie answered; "but father said that you and George "I''m an old woman, Ruth," she said, "and my own life seems to me like an "I''ve no right to come to you, Miss Ruth," he said in his slow way, "but "I don''t know how this thing will strike you, Miss Ruth," he said but came home without saying good-night, or letting Miss Dyer know. "Tom," I said, "I want to ask you about baby''s name." "Mrs. Webbe," I said to her, "if you cared for baby, and wanted to love "Tom Webbe isn''t as bad as he seems, Miss Ruth," Deacon Daniel said at Tom. He said little, only that he spoke with a good deal of feeling of


id: 45623
title: The Old Maids'' Club
author: Zangwill, Israel
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  shall never marry any other man but him." The poor little girl burst "Do you mean to say," he said at last, "that because you love a man, he "Lord Silverdale," said Lillie sharply, "I hate puns. "Thank you," said the poor young peer, making a wry face. "I thought it turned a man''s head," she said musingly. Next day the _Moon_ said she was going to join the Old Maids'' Club. "Yes, won''t it be fun to run her to earth?" said Lillie gleefully. "I thought you would know more than he," said Silverdale, and left. "What do you say, Lord Silverdale?" said the _Moon_-man, anxiously. she said, looking up at his face with her candid gray eyes, "this is the said Lord Silverdale, when Lillie had told him of the poor girl''s "Yes, I am Miss Dulcimer," said Lillie. "We cannot have widows in the Old Maids'' Club," said Lillie regretfully.


id: 59157
title: Escape Mechanism
author: Fritch, Charles E.
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  Like that poor amoeba creature from Venus, she thought, remembering "Good morning, Aunt Abby," Linda said, bounding into sight. "Good morning, Linda," Abby replied, smiling at the girl''s energy. "Yes, Aunt Abby," Linda said, rushing her breakfast. Abby mused upon what Linda had said concerning the amoeba''s sex, or Abby was still sitting at the window when Linda came home from school. and Linda instead of looking for Abby as was her habit, went straight "I feel like an amoeba sometimes," Linda said, poking restlessly at a "Linda, eat your supper," Abby said sternly, "and stop this nonsense. "You did?" Abby said, relieved, and then she thought of her dream of Then he said, "Linda''s a normal young girl, Abby. "There are such things in life, Dr. Gower," Abby said a bit coldly, "as "If you don''t mind," she said, "I''d like to bring up Linda in my own "I couldn''t leave Linda," Abby said.


id: 51286
title: Pen Pal
author: Marlowe, Stephen
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  The best that could be said for Matilda Penshaws was that she was Matilda would write, and she often told her mother, the widow Penshaws, The first thing the widow Penshaws did was to take Matilda''s left hand Haron Gorka, Cedar Falls, Ill. The man was egotistical, all right; Matilda could see that. The name--Haron Gorka: its oddness was somehow beautiful to Matilda. Matilda was not yet that far gone in years or appearance. Then the widow Penshaws told Matilda that she could never hope to sneak Once, she told herself: Matilda Penshaws, you Matilda did, only they didn''t know any Haron Gorka, either. As far us the gentry of Cedar Falls was concerned, Haron Gorka called a microscopic library, and Matilda thought that if this small librarian would know Mr. Haron Gorka. "Haron Gorka." The librarian nodded. "I don''t know what they told you," Matilda said.


id: 57975
title: Excavating a Husband
author: Wallis, Ella Bell
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  a man as Captain Shannon must be," concluded Miss Katherine. to Miss Katherine''s going to view the place for rent. To Miss Katherine''s extreme delight Joseph was ready to move to Ocean Joseph''s remark grated upon Miss Katherine, and she made a very "They have never been recovered, Joseph," repeated Miss Katherine with But the next day Miss Katherine had the treasure searching problem "Ah, you observe Captain Shannon''s portrait," said Miss Katherine in a "You must come in to tea," said Miss Katherine to Mr. Murphy, who "You remind me somewhat of Captain Shannon," remarked Miss Katherine. passion with the Captain," explained Miss Katherine. "How are you feeling to-day, Mr. Murphy?" inquired Miss Katherine "She is a good and sensible woman," said Miss Katherine to herself. When Miss Katherine had bade Mr. Murphy good afternoon, on the day of In a couple of days Mr. Murphy informed Miss Katherine that he thought


id: 60694
title: Virgin Ground
author: Brown, Rosel George
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  _Annie signed on a bride ship for Mars. Annie''s eyes were full but she wasn''t going to let them spill. "Look, Annie, if you want to come stay And the way they looked at each other made Annie''s heart lurch. Ben was still making holes in the sand with his feet, trying to say "I think you look fine, Annie. "I''m Annie Strug," she said, smiling and wishing it wasn''t such an ugly Annie set her suitcase down and looked out at the green growth on the "You didn''t _have_ to say that," Annie said quietly, closing her eyes Annie went outside, on the side where the field of lichens grew up a Annie put her face in her hands, breathing through her nose and the Annie opened her eyes. "This is _my_ farm," Annie said. Annie''s eyes went queer, like a cat''s. man, Annie.


id: 60305
title: The Last Brave Invader
author: Fontenay, Charles L.
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  "The people who colonized Pamplin left Earth many years ago because "The people of Pamplin came to this world because we don''t want any Lauria never saw her father, and no other man invaded the privacy of Two men tried, and Lauria broke into the house at night and killed the defender, a tired old man, years had passed, and no man had overrun the defenses of Lauria''s house. invade Cholli''s home and take his wife and house from him might be handicapped: the man with only one arm for the woman with (perhaps?) "Tell me something, Cholli," said Lauria as they danced. "That would be a violation of the Constitution, Lauria," he said. mean, when a woman is going to wink at the Constitution and let a man that no young man will find my home defended!" to window, looking out, her gun ready.


id: 63045
title: Aunt Olive in Bohemia
author: LM (Leslie Moore)
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  "Have come up to look for one," said Miss Mason. "Want it to be a nice studio," said Miss Mason. "Glad you like it," said Miss Mason. "Barnabas, you''re ridiculous," said Miss Mason. "You know," said Miss Mason quietly, "that for a woman who spends as "Don''t know what you''re like yet," said Miss Mason. Barnabas looked in at Miss Mason''s studio before he left for Paris. "I knew you''d look in," said Miss Mason. Miss Mason looked at Barnabas with a little twinkle in her eyes. "Shall I be in the way?" asked Barnabas, looking at Miss Mason, "or may "Time you went to bed," said Miss Mason grimly. "Can tell me to go if you like," said Miss Mason. "My little girl," said Miss Mason promptly. "That is Pippa," said Miss Mason; "a little girl I have adopted." "Barnabas," said Miss Mason one day--it was the fourteenth of


