8/12 Oh, I like the breed!' 'I wonder,' said she, in a tone of preposterous melancholy, 'if eventually I have to marry one of them.' 'Not necessarily,' I said. She looked at me with interest, as if I had contributed importantly to the matter in hand, and resumed tapping her boot with her riding-crop. We talked of indifferent things and had long lapses. At the close of one effort Dora threw herself back with a deep, tumultuous sigh. 'The poverty of this little wretched resort ties up one's tongue!' she cried. |