"I think they
are a bit hard, don't you?" Then, perhaps feeling that she may have
offended me, she quickly added: "Not of course that I doubt that there
are maidenlike ladies in America."
They are a curious people, these English, with their nice ideas, even
among barmaids, of the graces of a mellow society. For some time I
could not understand why she was so beautiful. Then I perceived that
it was because of her nose. She looked just like the goddesses of the
Elgin marbles, whose noses are broken, you know. Still I doubt whether
it would be a good idea for a man to break his wife's nose in order to
make her more beautiful.
I will grave her name here on the tablet of fame, so that when you go
again to London you may be able to see her. It is Elizabeth.
He was a cats' meat man. And on his arm he carried a basket in which
was a heap of bits of horse flesh (such I have been told it is), each
on a sliver of stick. There was a little dog playing about near by.
"Would you care to treat that dog to a ha'penny's worth of meat, sir?"
asked the man.
I had never before treated a dog to anything, though treating is an
American habit. So I "set up" the dog to a ha'penny's worth of meat.
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