Her black eyes were large
and round. That the object of my coming, and of her own, was no
secret to her was quite evident.
She was blushing to the roots of her glossy black hair, and in her
apparent struggle with her constraint she put her stout, long arm
around the waist of a girl who stood by her side against the
mantelpiece
Upon the whole, Miss Kalmanovitch impressed me more than
favorably; but a minute later, when I was introduced to her and
saw her double chin and shook her gently by a hand that was fat
and damp with perspiration, I all but shuddered. I felt as though
she exuded oil. I was introduced to her mother, a spare,
hatchet-face little woman with bad teeth, who looked me over in a
most business-like way, and to her father, a gray man with a goatee
Miss Kalmanovitch and I soon found ourselves seated side by side.
Conscious of being the target of many eyes, I was as disconcerted
as I had been twelve years before, when Matilda played her first
practical joke upon my sidelocks. My would-be fianc?e was the
first to recover her ease.
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