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Samantha at Saratoga by Marietta Holley
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ensued a slight pause durin' which my two gray eyes roamed over
the females before me.

The oldest one wuz very sharp in her face and had a pair of small
round eyes that seemed when they were sot onto you to sort a bore
into you like two gimlets. Her nose was very sharp and defient,
as if it wuz constantly sayin' to itself, "I am a nose to be
looked up to, I am a nose to be respected, and feared if
necessary." Her chin said the same thing, and her lips which wuz
very thin, and her elbow, which wuz very sharp.

Her dress was a stiff sort of a shinin' poplin, made tight acrost
the chest and elboes. And her hat had some stiff feathers in it
that stood up straight and sort a sharp lookin'. She had a long
sharp breast-pin sort a stabbed in through the front of her stiff
standin' collar, and her knuckles sot out through her firm lisle
thread gloves, her umberell wuz long and wound up hard, to that
extent I have never seen before nor sense. She wuz, take it all
in all, a hard sight, and skairful.

The other one wuzn't no more like her in looks than a soft fat
young cabbage head is like the sharp bean pole that it grows up by
the side on, in the same garden. She wuz soft in her complexion,
her lips, her cheeks, her hands, and as I mistrusted at that first
minute, and found out afterwards, soft in her head too. Her dress
wuz a loose-wove parmetty, full in the waist and sort a drabbly
round the bottom. Her hat wuz drab-colored felt with some loose
ribbon bows a hangin' down on it, and some soft ostridge tips.
She had silk mits on and her hands wuz fat and kinder
moist-lookin'. Her eyes wuz very large and round, and blue, and
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