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“Nice sleeve,” she said, and came to his hand and kissed it. She held out her arm straight before her, and turned her hand this way and that. ” She lifted steadfast eyes to him. He accepted this confession conditionally: that no young man had kissed her. Then blackness. For a few moments Mr. That had shut him up for a while. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. His statement was treated with derision. Sanguine they were not. The next morning came a compact letter from her father. And so gentle as the poor creature is, when she's not in her wild fits—it would melt a heart of stone to see her. "At least I'll try," replied Jonathan, sarcastically. She was to fall back amongst the ruck, a young woman of talent, content perhaps to earn a scanty living by painting Christmas cards, or teaching at a kindergarten.
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