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"
Father
,
"
said
David
,
"
this
is
mother
.
"
Having
thus
briefly
introduced
us
,
he
turned
his
attention
to
the
electric
light
,
and
switched
it
on
and
off
so
rapidly
that
,
as
was
very
fitting
,
Mary
and
I
may
be
said
to
have
met
for
the
first
time
to
the
accompaniment
of
flashes
of
lightning
.
I
think
she
was
arrayed
in
little
blue
feathers
,
but
if
such
a
costume
is
not
seemly
,
I
swear
there
were
,
at
least
,
little
blue
feathers
in
her
too
coquettish
cap
,
and
that
she
was
carrying
a
muff
to
match
.
No
part
of
a
woman
is
more
dangerous
than
her
muff
,
and
as
muffs
are
not
worn
in
early
autumn
,
even
by
invalids
,
I
saw
in
a
twink
,
that
she
had
put
on
all
her
pretty
things
to
wheedle
me
.
I
am
also
of
opinion
that
she
remembered
she
had
worn
blue
in
the
days
when
I
watched
her
from
the
club-window
.
Undoubtedly
Mary
is
an
engaging
little
creature
,
though
not
my
style
.
She
was
paler
than
is
her
wont
,
and
had
the
touching
look
of
one
whom
it
would
be
easy
to
break
.
I
daresay
this
was
a
trick
.
Her
skirts
made
music
in
my
room
,
but
perhaps
this
was
only
because
no
lady
had
ever
rustled
in
it
before
.
It
was
disquieting
to
me
to
reflect
that
despite
her
obvious
uneasiness
,
she
was
a
very
artful
woman
.
With
the
quickness
of
David
at
the
switch
,
I
slipped
a
blotting-pad
over
the
dedication
,
and
then
,
"
Pray
be
seated
,
"
I
said
coldly
,
but
she
remained
standing
,
all
in
a
twitter
and
very
much
afraid
of
me
,
and
I
know
that
her
hands
were
pressed
together
within
the
muff
.
Had
there
been
any
dignified
means
of
escape
,
I
think
we
would
both
have
taken
it
.
"
I
should
not
have
come
,
"
she
said
nervously
,
and
then
seemed
to
wait
for
some
response
,
so
I
bowed
.
"
I
was
terrified
to
come
,
indeed
I
was
,
"
she
assured
me
with
obvious
sincerity
.
"
But
I
have
come
,
"
she
finished
rather
baldly
.
"
It
is
an
epitome
,
ma'am
,
"
said
I
,
seeing
my
chance
,
"
of
your
whole
life
,
"
and
with
that
I
put
her
into
my
elbow-chair
.
She
began
to
talk
of
my
adventures
with
David
in
the
Gardens
,
and
of
some
little
things
I
have
not
mentioned
here
,
that
I
may
have
done
for
her
when
I
was
in
a
wayward
mood
,
and
her
voice
was
as
soft
as
her
muff
.
She
had
also
an
affecting
way
of
pronouncing
all
her
r
's
as
w
's
,
just
as
the
fairies
do
.
"
And
so
,
"
she
said
,
"
as
you
would
not
come
to
me
to
be
thanked
,
I
have
come
to
you
to
thank
you
.
"
Whereupon
she
thanked
me
most
abominably
.
She
also
slid
one
of
her
hands
out
of
the
muff
,
and
though
she
was
smiling
her
eyes
were
wet
.
"
Pooh
,
ma'am
,
"
said
I
in
desperation
,
but
I
did
not
take
her
hand
.
