A day will come when you will thank me. She did most urgently desire to save her face in Morningside Park, and for long hours she could think of no way of putting it that would not be in the nature of unconditional admission of defeat. ’ She smiled on the last words, adding, ‘Oh, I don’t blame you for trying. His first date, he was a late bloomer for a Popular. “Have you not missed me?” He inquired. . A stomacher, fastened by imitationdiamond buckles, girded that part of her person, which should have been a waist; a coral necklace encircled her throat, and a few black patches, or mouches, as they were termed, served as a foil to the bloom of her cheek and chin. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. And as a natural consequence, they don’t do so well, and they don’t get on—and so the world doesn’t pay them. The acid of this incertitude had disintegrated his nerve; and in Canton had come the smash. At length the task was done, and she jabbed the needle into a cushion, folded the coat, and rose.
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