At the bottom of her heart she was not
a bit afraid of Ramage. “You are a thousand times more beautiful,” he said, “than anything else could
be. ‘Why did you kiss me?’
‘I don’t know,’ Gerald admitted. The youth with
his hair like Russell cleared his throat and said rather irrelevantly that he knew a
man who knew Thomas Bayard Simmons, who had rioted in the Strangers’
Gallery, and then Capes, finding them all distinctly pro-Ann Veronica, if not profeminist, ventured to be perverse, and started a vein of speculation upon the
Scotchman’s idea—that there were still hopes of women evolving into
something higher. You tonic my liver and you tonic my soul. Young and old were dressed in their gayest
apparel; and it was evident from the smiles that lighted up every countenance,
from the roguish looks of the younger swains, and the demure expression of
several pretty rustic maidens, that a ceremony, which never fails to interest all
classes,—a wedding,—was about to take place.
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