A Final Triumph; or, A Lady Bachelor — page 7: what you’re looking at

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A LADY BACHELOR. CHAPTER L THE SUGGESTION OF A CRIME. I propose to tell a strange story. I was sitting on the piazza of asummer hotel. The stage bringing the pas- sengers from the afternoon train had just arrived. Two ladies alighted and ascended the piazza. One was an elderly lady; her companion was young, and, as I observed at a glance, very bright and attractive. I had a good look at the latter, and her sweet face in- terested me from the first. I thought her really beautiful. There was a number of guests seated around, and from their remarks I noted that my verdict was confirmed. Every- where we go we meet pretty faces, but rarely one combin- ing beauty and marked individuality. The one I saw did. It is not every one who can read character m the face; I can. A peculiar experience has fitted me to become an adept. I will speak a few words concerning myself, in order that the strange, weird experience 1 am about to re- late will be better comprehended. I claim to be singularly discerning. I have been a constant student of the human face. The skill to which 1 have attained has been in- structive, but, alas! not pleasant. JI too readily pierce. through the superiicial and penetrate to the real character : : cComiIiecbooks com : *, j \> te ef - ; id : a* 4 4 tc ars ¥ 4' EOE RAE OP Me aS Se ee ren UE