the oracle of transatlantic pilgrims in quest of a social opening.
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After all, if my friends are kind enough to come here, I want my house
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and myself, tiny as we both are, to be presentable.”
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They simply don’t know,” she explained to an American friend who also lived there, “what they’re asking me to give up.”
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A bad coffee-year, I suppose.”
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I hear of nothing but Americans. My son’s house is always full of them.”
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I hear of nothing but Americans. My son’s house is always full of them.”
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was plain and therefore negligible, for she had the precise kind of plainness which, as mothers of rival daughters know, may suddenly blaze into irresistible beauty.
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“Oh, that Eglinton girl! She looked at us all as if we weren’t there.”
“Well, that’s the way for a lady to look at strangers,” said Mrs. St George heroically.
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