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Conrad, Joseph, 1857-1924

"Chance"


"And then abandoned you!" I sympathized. "It looks very unchivalrous.
But that's merely his want of tact. I believe he meant to protest
against your reckless proceedings. What made you come so near the edge
of that quarry? The earth might have given way. Haven't you noticed a
smashed fir tree at the bottom? Tumbled over only the other morning
after a night's rain."
"I don't see why I shouldn't be as reckless as I please."
I was nettled by her brusque manner of asserting her folly, and I told
her that neither did I as far as that went, in a tone which almost
suggested that she was welcome to break her neck for all I cared. This
was considerably more than I meant, but I don't like rude girls. I had
been introduced to her only the day before--at the round tea-table--and
she had barely acknowledged the introduction. I had not caught her name
but I had noticed her fine, arched eyebrows which, so the physiognomists
say, are a sign of courage.
I examined her appearance quietly. Her hair was nearly black, her eyes
blue, deeply shaded by long dark eyelashes.


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