Medoline Selwyn's Work by Hattie E. Colter
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to you that I, at least, am a beautiful exception to the general rule."
For the first time I looked up at him closely, and was struck with the handsome merry face. "With a very little effort you could make yourself very agreeable, I am sure," I said, with all seriousness. Even Mrs. Flaxman could not conceal her amusement at my remark. "It is so refreshing to meet with such a frank young lady," Hubert said, with downcast eyes. I had a suspicion he was laughing at me. Presently he glanced at me, when I found the fun in his eyes contagious, and, though at my own expense, indulged in a hearty laugh. "I wish you would tell me when I make myself ridiculous. I do not understand boys' natures. I scarce remember to have spoken a dozen consecutive sentences to one in my life. All our Professors were more or less gray, and they every one wore spectacles." "They must been an interesting lot," Hubert said, with a lack of his usual animation. When I was longer with him I discovered that the open space in his armor was to be regarded a boy. "But, no doubt they were all young and mischievous once. The soberest horse in Belgium frisked around its mother in its colthood, no doubt." "You will see plenty of poor horses in America," Mrs. Flaxman said. "Faery is by no means a typical horse." |
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