A Few Evenings Afterward, When Abel Called to Know How The Ladies Had
Borne The Fatigues Of The Feast, Mrs. Plumer Said, With Smiles, That It
Was A Kind Of Fatigue Ladies Bore Without Flinching. Miss Grace, Who Was
Sitting Upon A Sofa By The Side Of Sligo Moultrie, Said That It Was One
Of The Feasts At Which Young Women Especially Are Supposed to Be
Perfectly Happy. She Emphasized the Last Words, And Her Bright Black
Eyes Opened wide Upon Mr. Abel Newt, Who Could Not Tell If He Saw
Mischievous Malice Or A Secret Triumph And Sense Release In them.
Borne The Fatigues Of The Feast, Mrs. Plumer Said, With Smiles, That It
Was A Kind Of Fatigue Ladies Bore Without Flinching. Miss Grace, Who Was
Sitting Upon A Sofa By The Side Of Sligo Moultrie, Said That It Was One
Of The Feasts At Which Young Women Especially Are Supposed to Be
Perfectly Happy. She Emphasized the Last Words, And Her Bright Black
Eyes Opened wide Upon Mr. Abel Newt, Who Could Not Tell If He Saw
Mischievous Malice Or A Secret Triumph And Sense Release In them.
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