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Hawthorne, Julian, 1846-1934

"David Poindexter's Disappearance, and Other Tales"

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want to make some studies of the scenery and the atmosphere. Besides, I
am getting too old to think of another European residence."
"No one gets old after thirty--especially no bachelor!" she answered,
with a smile. "But if you were ever to feel old, the society of London
would rejuvenate you."
"It has certainly done you no harm. But you have the happiness to be
married."
She looked at me pleasantly and said, "Yes, I make a good
Englishwoman." That sounded like an evasion, but the expression of her
face was not evasive. In the old days she would probably have flushed
up and said something cutting.
"You must see my little girl," she said, after a while.
The child was called, and presently came in. She resembles her mother,
and has a vivacity scarcely characteristic of English children. I am
not constitutionally a worshiper of children, but I liked Susie. She
put her arms round her mother's arm, and gazed at me with wide-eyed
scrutiny."
"This is Mr. Campbell," said mamma.
"My name is Susan Courtney," said the little thing. "We are going to
stay in New York three years.


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