Little Eve Edgarton

Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

Capitolo 10

with the virgin of I husk whole!"

"Oh, that can be correct entirely in theory", it gave credit to the Youngest Man,
with some reluctance. "But--"

"Now, speaking of Miss Edgarton", taken back monotonously the Oldest Man.

"Oh, hang Miss Edgarton!" the Youngest Man.  "I would not be seen
speaking to her! You don't have glances! You don't have style! You don't have
some--anything! Of all the hopelessly simple girls! Of all the--!"

"Sees here now, my young friend" it kindly implored the Oldest Man. "The
I individualize that goes on the world that judges women from the sparkling of them
eyes or the carnation of their cheeks or the brightness of their hair--it races a
great mighty risk to be taxed as solo one of two things, a sensualist
or a fool."

"Is it difficult to insult me?" exact furiously the Youngest Man.

The Oldest Men capriciously twisted his/her thin-labiate mouth and one
eyebrow that looks in with hostility in a notably sudden and irresistible smile.

"Because--no", he spoke to goslow mode. "Under all the existing circumstances I owe
you think me I was notably enough complimenting her/it only taxing her/it
as a fool."

"Eh?" Barton jumped again.

"U-meter-meter", mused the Oldest Man thoughtfully. "Now believe me Barton,,
once and forever, there 'such s any what as a 'hopelessly clearly
woman!' Every woman, I tell him, it is beautiful respect to the thing
what she is interested more in! And a man is an eternal dull individual that
you/he/she cannot chase out what that interest is and summons his illuminating
miracle in an otherwise indifferent face--"

"Is it that this way?" Sniffed Barton.

Lazily the Oldest Men fought to his/her feet and lengthened his/her arm
you cultivate his/her bones they started to break.

"Bah! In every way", what is the beauty that he has complained, "omits only a question
of where Nature has assembled its supreme strengths--in to overcome the possibilities of the system
energy that is the beauty;  or energy of ingrowing that is brains! Now me
how glances a little good person as someone", he confided, still
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