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The other time came back to him afresh, and how she had stood up at Miss Birdseye's; it occurred to him that an element, here, had been wanting. Several moments after she had ceased speaking he became conscious that the expression of his face presented a perceptible analogy to a broad grin. He changed his posture, saying the first thing that came into his head.
Farrinder on the sofa the girl had quitted; and Miss Birdseye's visitors, for the rest, settled themselves attentively in chairs or leaned against the bare sides of the parlour.
This was just for the pleasure of seeing her it was an opportunity; she was always so taken up with others. The hall was very narrow; a considerable part of it was occupied by a large hat-tree, from which several coats and shawls already depended; the rest offered space for certain lateral demonstrations on Miss Birdseye's part.
"That's just what I have asked him, and he only remarks that there is no reasoning about such things. He fell in love with me that first evening, at Miss Birdseye's. So you see there was some ground for that mystic apprehension of yours. It seems as if I pleased him more than any one."
Miss Birdseye's modesty had never pretended that it was not to be publicly challenged; there were so many bright new motives and ideas in the world that there might even be reasons for looking at her.
He had given her a chance, vainly, to start some topic herself; but he could see that she had no interests beyond the researches from which, this evening, she had been torn, and was incapable of asking him a personal question. She knew two or three of the gentlemen; she had seen them before at Miss Birdseye's.
Miss Birdseye's visitors, those of Doctor Prance, and of other tenants for Number 756 was the common residence of several persons, among whom there prevailed much vagueness of boundary used to leave things to be called for; many of them went about with satchels and reticules, for which they were always looking for places of deposit.
She had far more colour than any one there, for whatever brightness was to be found in Miss Birdseye's rather faded and dingy human collection had gathered itself into this attractive but ambiguous young person.
When she went to Miss Birdseye's it seemed to her that she re-entered society.
"Well, it's the thing you and Olive have given your lives to that has absorbed me most, of late years. I did want to see justice done to us. I haven't seen it, but you will. And Olive will. Where is she why isn't she near me, to bid me farewell? And Mr. Ransom will and he will be proud to have helped." "Oh, mercy, mercy!" cried Verena, burying her head in Miss Birdseye's lap.
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