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Neither the blondes nor the brunettes act according to the advertisement of their temperaments. The truth is that men refuse to come under the classifications of the pseudo- scientists, and all our new nomenclatures do not add much to our knowledge.

A faint ironic smile touched Jeff's face. "No, James, I'm helping it. Ever notice how blondes and brunettes chum together. Value of contrasts, you see. I'm a moral brunette. You're a shining example of all a man should be. I simply emphasize your greatness." "That's not the way it works," his cousin grumbled. "That's just how it works.

Insensibly she acquired self-possession and the smoothness of society; and if her child-like playfulness broke out from all conventional restraint, it only made more charming and brilliant the great heiress, whose delicate and fairy cast of beauty so well became her graceful abandon of manner, and who looked so unequivocally ladylike to the eyes that rested on Madame Devy's blondes and satins.

Patsy had never been afraid before and she was not quite sure whether she liked it or not. "Never was such a pearl a black pearl yes, but worth a thousand of your drowsy blondes. I am damnably obliged to that recruiting fellow what is his wretched Scotch name oh, McClure for signalling such a treasure to a man who can appreciate her.

Most of the girls were pale blondes, whom she had chosen because they would form an effective contrast to herself; but they were very brave about the Bakst effects. The measure of their fingers had been taken, and they were expecting presents of rings beautiful enough to console them for worse disasters. Besides, Sidney had brought over from America a Captain Beatty to be his best man.

* Vilate, in his pamphlet on the secret causes of the revolution of the ninth Thermidor, relates the following anecdote of the origin of the peruques blondes.

"Until I saw you, and you converted me in one day." "Only to the blondes?" "Only to one of them. My sweet Mary, the situation is serious. You, whose eye nothing escapes you must have seen long ago how I love you." "Never mind what I have seen, Walter," said Mary, whose bosom was beginning to heave. "Very well," said Walter; "then I will tell you as if you didn't know it.

But in the arts, which exist for our pleasure, why, I might as well fall foul of you because you do not like caviar and are more partial to brunettes than to blondes. My taste is all the other way I dote upon caviar; golden-haired women are to me just a little more attractive than the angels. But, of course, that does not speak for their tempers."

Men are cunning. Can they catch a tone? Not that tone! She, too, Mrs. Amy May, was colour in the sight of men. Yet it seemed that he could not have written so to the Queen of Blondes. And she, by repute, was as dangerous to slight as he to attract. Her indifference exonerated him. Besides, a Queen of Blondes would not draw the hearts out of men in England, as in Italy and in Spain.

"Fishing! Well, I DIDN'T mean that you're plain, but, I won't say what I did mean." "Oh, dear! Another fond hope shattered! I WISH I knew what you DID mean!" "Don't be silly, or I'll run back. If you'll promise not to be silly, I'll stay another minute." "But, you see, I never know when I am silly." "Almost always! Didn't Daisy look pretty?" "Yes. But I fancy blondes myself."