The Bacillus of Beauty - A Romance of To-day by Harriet Stark
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She had apparently quite recovered from her emotion, and her tone expressed an odd mixture of business and affection. "I believe if I showed Big Tom a picture of you," she explained, "he'd run a story--there's your science, you know, and your music--on the Society page, maybe." "But I haven't any picture; at least, any that you'd want--only a few taken months ago, for my father." "Show me those; why won't they do?" "Oh, they aren't good; they--they don't look like me. Besides, I really couldn't let you print my picture, Cadge." "All right. Good night, then; good night, Kitty." "Perhaps I was just the least bit homesick; I'm glad you've come," Helen said to me at good-by. She did not withdraw the hand I pressed. She was still under the excitement of the music; the song had left on her face a dreamy tenderness. "Don't you like Cadge?" she asked, checking with shy evasiveness the words I would have spoken. "She can do anything--sing, talk modern Greek and Chinese--Cadge is wonderful." "I know some one more wonderful. Helen, when did you begin to sing?" |
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