Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. No one could take the place for anything but what it was, and even Gosse hesitated in the doorway. Then Valade—was the man as big a fool as Nicholas?—tried again. She also knew that he was the type who would not make a single physical overture until she pushed the correct buttons. The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child. She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead. I saw them both. I somehow understood. The name of this damsel was Edgeworth Bess; and, as her fascinations will not, perhaps, be found to be without some influence upon the future fortunes of her boyish admirer, we have thought it worth while to be thus particular in describing them.
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