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another part of the country, I thought I'd just set off, and get a
look at you before you were quite out of my reach.'
'I am afraid you are disappointed in me, Bessie.' I said this
laughing: I perceived that Bessie's glance, though it expressed
regard, did in no shape denote admiration.
'No, Miss Jane, not exactly: you are genteel enough; you look
like a lady, and it is as much as ever I expected of you: you were
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no beauty as a child.'
I smiled at Bessie's frank answer: I felt that it was correct,
but I confess I was not quite indifferent to its import: at eighteen
most people wish to please, and the conviction that they have not an
exterior likely to second that desire brings anything but
gratification.
'I daresay you are clever, though,' continued Bessie, by way of
solace. 'What can you do? Can you play on the piano?'
'A little.'
There was one in the room; Bessie went and opened it, and then
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