"He shan't go," cried Edgeworth Bess, holding him by the other hand. Thames took it, and beheld the portrait of a young man, apparently—judging from his attire—of high rank, whose proud and patrician features certainly presented a very striking resemblance to his own. About noon, next day, he was able to move; and the gale having abated, he set out homewards with his little charge. He pictured himself visiting the girl in this shabby little home of her aunt’s—she had told him that it was shabby—and he recalled that delicious little smile with which she would surely greet him, a smile which seemed to be a matter of the eyes as well as the lips. " "I sha'n't want these curtains. From his wallet he brought forth a yellow letter. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. A very familiar face emerged from a crowd at the impromptu bar on the kitchen island. No man knew whence she had come nor why. He never appears to so little advantage as when speaking of him. I begin to understand Jane Austen and chintz covers and decency and refinement and all the rest of it.
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