Richard Forrest, Bachelor — page 166: what you’re looking at

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ARTHULS OPINION. 157 pointment—a crushing one, I mean? At times, her expres- sion is so reproachful, like that of a hunted animal. Or it may be my crazy imagination. I never did fancy those tragic looking women, they give mea chill. I infinitely prefer one whose face changes with her moods, even if her eyebrows do occasionally meet with rage. When the storm has passed over, the sun shines more brilliantly then ever, and you know that it is good, warm blood which is flowing in her veins—not water. I have no patience with mysteries or mysterious beings. Duse take it! while I have been chattering here like a schoolgirl my coffee has grown stone cold. No’’ (to the waiter) ‘‘no more, but you may bring in some cognac, if you can get Martelle.’’ ‘‘Do you know,’’ said Dick, pensively, as he was about to raise the brandy to his lips, ‘‘I believe Miss Cameron has a history.’’ Arthur put his glass down, with an involuntary gesture. ‘‘My dear boy,’’ he replied, soberly, though with a tinge of raillery in his voice, ‘‘did you ever come across an at- tractive woman over twenty who had not?”’ Gomichookssco