If you think you have the simple feminine on your hands--forget it, Boots!--for she's as evanescent as a helio-flash and as stunningly luminous as a searchlight.
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And here I've been doing the benevolent prig, bestowing society upon her as a man doles out indigestible stuff to a kid, using a sort of guilty discrimination in the distribution--" "What on earth is all this ?" demanded Lansing; "are you perhaps _non compos_, dear friend ?" "I'm trying to tell you and explain to myself that little Miss Erroll is a rare and profoundly interesting specimen of a genus not usually too amusing," he replied with growing enthusiasm.

"Of course, Holly Erroll was her father, and that accounts for something; and her mother seems to have been a wit as well as a beauty--which helps you to understand; but the brilliancy of the result--aged nineteen, mind you--is out of all proportion; cause and effect do not balance.