So was I, in fact. 150 “Homely. Quite!” He sat in the arm-chair and took tea, and consumed several of the extra cakes which she had sent out for and talked to her and expressed himself, looking very earnestly at her with his deep-set eyes, and carefully avoiding any crumbs on his mustache the while. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. ” Her aunt answered in a low voice: “I was engaged to him, dear, for seven years, and then he died. Excuse me an instant while I dismiss this person. ‘You, Mademoiselle Charvill, are as unlike most of your sex as you can be. And mind, your life,—more than your life—hangs upon your choice. Yet he’s been here for six years, and he’s as much a fixture as that sham mahogany sideboard.
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