Mr. Jeremiah Jackson, and Mr. He too looked at the girl, slackened his pace and looked at her again through his eye-glasses, looked over his shoulder after he had passed, and finally came to a dead stop. Ennison reeled, and almost fell. “I know that our social order is dreadful enough,” he said, “and sacrifices all that is best and most beautiful in life. One more passer-by; and always would she remember his patience and tenderness and disinterestedness. Evidently in the flower of his age, he was scarcely less remarkable for symmetry of person than for comeliness of feature; and, though his attire was plain and unpretending, it was such as could be worn only by one belonging to the higher ranks of society. ” She felt his heart warming the small room like a radiator.
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