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Portrait of Guy Wetmore Carryl Guy Wetmore Carryl The Lieutenant-Governor — Chapter II. The Odds Against Young Nisbet (1903)

For all his freckles, and his nose that was too little, and his mouth that was too large, “the ugliest of the Nisbet boys” — he had often been called that! — was very emphatically good to look upon.
“A big man?” answered Dorothy. “Yes, I think I should like to marry a big man. I want him very clean, too — very clean! — morally, as well as otherwise. And honest as the day is long. And not too bright! I don’t want to be continually trying to live up to his brain, and continually failing. It is fatal to one’s self-respect, that sort of thing.
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Portrait of Guy Wetmore Carryl Guy Wetmore Carryl The Lieutenant-Governor — Chapter II. The Odds Against Young Nisbet (1903)

He saw them in every imaginable posture: feeding the goldfish, watering the begonias, looking up into Dorothy’s eyes as they sat at her feet, looking down at her slender fingers, as she pinned gardenias to their lapels. And these had been granted the long hours, he only the short. Inwardly, young Nisbet groaned
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Portrait of Guy Wetmore Carryl Guy Wetmore Carryl The Lieutenant-Governor — Chapter II. The Odds Against Young Nisbet (1903)

He comes pretty close to being all I would ask for, in the way of a man. But, unfortunately, there’s only one John Barclay, and, like the rest of the world, he looked directly over poor little Me’s shoulders, and saw only Natalie. Good gracious! Who could blame him? She’s the loveliest little thing in the world! But, at all events, she nabbed him, so all that is left for me to do is to grin and bear the disappointment as best I may. He’s very much of a man, John Barclay is!”
“Yes,” assented young Nisbet, somewhat mournfully.
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