What a girl of sixteen cares for is hair and a high color and moonlight and a tenor voice. How could you draw the curtain aside which hides the great and holy places of life—you, who have never loved?” “You have become French to the core,” she murmured. A jar of pink roses upon a tiny table seemed to gain an extra delicacy of colour from the sombre curtains behind. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. You won’t want to be late the first evening, and it’s ten minutes past seven now. I speak no harm of her. Perhaps at the first blush—it strikes you as odd. "No"—as if her thoughts were elsewhere. The boat's sure to run foul o' the bridge; and if she 'scapes stavin' above, she'll be swamped to a sartainty below.
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