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I got some new views talking with that Miss Debree from Brandon. Chiefly from what she didn't say. She is such a lovely girl, and just as unsophisticated well, as we are. I fear I shocked her by telling her your opinion of French novels." "You didn't tell her that I approved of all the French novels you read?" "Oh no! I didn't say you approved of any. It sort of came out that you knew about them.
You know the Southerners say that they surrendered at last simply because they got tired of beating the North." "How odd!" "Miss Debree simply means," I exclaimed, "that we have inherited from the English an inability to know when we are whipped." "But we were not fighting the battle of Bunker Hill, or fighting about it, which is more serious, Miss Debree.
But to make over and take off the new look. Everything looks so new." "Well, we will try to live that down." And so they wandered on, admiring, bantering, planning. Could Etienne Debree have seen his descendant at this moment he would have been more than ever proud of his share in establishing the great republic, and of his appreciation of the promise of its beauty.
Morgan speaks. But you will see. We are all right sorry to have you leave us," Margaret added, turning towards him with frank, unclouded eyes. "It is very good in you to say so. I have spent here the most delightful days of my life." "Oh, that is charming flattery. You will make us all very conceited." "Don't mock me, Miss Debree.
They may resent the spying into their world of an 'English juke, and they may take it in the light of a show." Mr. Lyon laughed. And then, perhaps after a little reflection upon the possibility that the nobility was becoming a show in this world, he said: "I begin to think I'm very unfortunate, Miss Debree.
They may resent the spying into their world of an 'English juke, and they may take it in the light of a show." Mr. Lyon laughed. And then, perhaps after a little reflection upon the possibility that the nobility was becoming a show in this world, he said: "I begin to think I'm very unfortunate, Miss Debree.
"I doubt if you will change the laws of art," said Mr. Lyon, rising to go. "We shall hope to see you again at our house," my wife said. "You are very good. I should like it; but my time is running out." "If you cannot come, you may leave your adieus with Miss Debree, who is staying some time in the city," my wife said, evidently to Margaret's annoyance.
I got some new views talking with that Miss Debree from Brandon. Chiefly from what she didn't say. She is such a lovely girl, and just as unsophisticated well, as we are. I fear I shocked her by telling her your opinion of French novels." "You didn't tell her that I approved of all the French novels you read?" "Oh no! I didn't say you approved of any. It sort of came out that you knew about them.
I remember that it came upon me with a sort of surprise at the moment that we had never thought or spoken much of Margaret Debree as beautiful. We were so accustomed to her; we had known her so long, we had known her always. We had never analyzed our admiration of her. She had so many qualities that are better than beauty that we had not credited her with the more obvious attraction.
They are conservatives usually. But when they do go in for radical measures and risks, they leave us quite behind." Mr. Henderson did not care to extend the conversation in this direction, and he asked, abruptly, "Are you finding New York agreeable, Miss Debree?" "Yes. Yes and no. One has no time to one's self. Do you understand why it is, Mr.
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