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He sees your face and Miss Lansdale's, and then they get mixed up in a queer way, and Miss Kate's face comes out of the picture with such a look in the eyes that a man of ordinary spirit would call her 'Little Miss' right off without ever stopping to think; but of course this Fatty or Horsehead or whatever it is can't say it right out, so he says it to himself about twenty-three or twenty-four thousand times a day, as nearly as he can reckon he always was weak in arithmetic."
Little Arcadians of my own sex younger than myself and, if I may suggest it, less discerning were not only not menaced, but she invited them with a cordiality in which the keenest eye among them could detect no flaw. Miss Lansdale's mother had also pleased the masculine element of the town at her first progress through its pleasant streets.
Lansdale's unaffected regret, and amazement as well, the gentleman returned the following morning to say that he was about to leave for New York, but that he would actually pay one hundred and seventy-eight dollars for the stuff. This was at least twenty-two dollars more than it could possibly be worth, but the gentleman had an unfortunate passion for such things.
I was not to be trifled with. Solon grinned. "Well, perhaps this one wasn't so very little, only I never thought of it again until this morning. It was about Mrs. Lansdale's furniture." "Indeed," I said in cold disinterest, having designed to be told more. "Well, Mrs. Potts thinks there may be something in it." His effort was to seem significant, but those things are apt to fail with me.
There was lace at the throat, and I should say that the thing had been constructed with the needs of Miss Lansdale's slender but completed figure solely and clearly in mind. Swiftly I appraised the cool perfection of her attire, scenting the spice of the pinks she had thrust at her belt. And I suffered one heart-quickening look from her eyes before she could lower them to me.
Something makes me credit it a strange little notion that I have carried that child's picture in my own mind." "We are even, then," I answered, "only you are thinking more things than you say. That isn't fair." But she only nodded her head inscrutably. The significance of Miss Lansdale's manner, rather than her words, ran through my darkened thoughts like a thread as I played the game that night.
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