This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1879 edition. Excerpt: ...likely," said Mr. Sampson, moodily. "A young lady of your stamp won't remain single. You're too attractive and too lively. No, you'll marry some scamp for the sake of his good looks: and perhaps the day will come when you'll remember this evening, and feel sorry that you rejected an honest man's offer. ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1879 edition. Excerpt: ...likely," said Mr. Sampson, moodily. "A young lady of your stamp won't remain single. You're too attractive and too lively. No, you'll marry some scamp for the sake of his good looks: and perhaps the day will come when you'll remember this evening, and feel sorry that you rejected an honest man's offer." They were at the house by this time, much to Celia's relief, as she felt that the conversation could hardly be carried on further without unpleasantness. She stopped in the hall, and offered her hand to her dejected admirer. "Shake hands, Mr. Sampson, to show that you bear no malice," she said. "Be assured I shall always like and respect you as a friend of our family." She did not wait for his answer, but tripped lightly upstairs, determined not to make her appearance again that evening. Tom Sampson was inclined to return to his own house, without waiting to say good-night to his client, but while he stood in the hall making up his mind on this point, John Treverton came out of the dining-room to look for him. "Why, Sampson, what are you doing out there?" he cried. "Come in and have some supper. You haven't eaten much since we left Paris." "Much," echoed Sampson, dismally. "A segment of hard biscuit on board the boat, and a cup of weak tea at 'Dover, have been my only sustenance. But I don't feel that I care about supper," he added, surveying the table with a melancholy eye. "I ought to be hungry, but I'm not." "Why, you seem quite low spirited, Mr. Sampson?" said Laura, kindly. "I am feeling a little low to-night, Mrs. Treverton." "Nonsense, man. Low...
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