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"
Pshaw
,
Sloman
!
do
n't
you
be
alarmed
about
me
.
I
've
been
too
often
under
the
fire
of
bright
eyes
to
have
any
fear
of
them
.
"
"
None
so
bright
as
hers
.
"
"
Deuce
take
it
!
you
make
a
fellow
fall
in
love
with
this
lady
without
having
set
eyes
upon
her
.
She
must
be
something
extraordinary
--
incomparable
.
"
"
She
was
both
,
when
I
last
saw
her
.
"
"
How
long
ago
was
that
?
"
"
The
Lafourche
ball
?
Let
me
see
--
about
eighteen
months
.
Just
after
we
got
back
from
Mexico
.
She
was
then
'
coming
out
'
as
society
styles
it
:
--
"
A
new
star
in
the
firmament
,
to
light
and
glory
born
!
"
"
Eighteen
months
is
a
long
time
,
"
sagely
remarked
Crossman
--
"
a
long
time
for
an
unmarried
maiden
--
especially
among
Creoles
,
where
they
often
get
spliced
at
twelve
,
instead
of
'
sweet
sixteen
.
'
Her
beauty
may
have
lost
some
of
its
bloom
?
"
"
I
believe
not
a
bit
.
I
should
have
called
to
see
;
only
I
knew
they
were
in
the
middle
of
their
'
plenishing
,
'
and
might
n't
desire
to
be
visited
.
But
the
major
has
been
to
Casa
del
Corvo
,
and
brought
back
such
a
report
about
Miss
Poindexter
's
beauty
as
almost
got
him
into
a
scrape
with
the
lady
commanding
the
post
.
"
