Mrs. Wilson Woodrow

Mrs. Wilson Woodrow

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Portrait of Mrs. Wilson Woodrow Mrs. Wilson Woodrow The Mystery of the Pink Pieces… (1913)

Danvers Darrell, of course,” she replied.
“Yes; it is odd, but, admitting her beauty and all that, she some way fails to attract me. There is something a bit self-conscious and overdone—I can hardly express just what it is.”
“So!” she said. “Well, there is more than one kind of mystery; there is the mystery that is merely a fascinating reserve of nature, and—there is the mystery that has something to conceal.”
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Portrait of Mrs. Wilson Woodrow Mrs. Wilson Woodrow The Mystery of the Pink Pieces… (1913)

She had none of the exquisite feminine charm of either Rose or Mrs. Darrell, but she had in its place a sort of attractive boyishness; and Gaines felt instinctively that she could understand and enjoy his man language better than either of the others.
And later in the day he saw reason to congratulate himself that he had adhered to his original resolution and confided no part of this conversation to Rose. When one has arrived at an opinion, based upon what one considers various reasonable hypotheses, there is nothing more delightful than to have it borne out by events.
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Portrait of Mrs. Wilson Woodrow Mrs. Wilson Woodrow The Mystery of the Pink Pieces… (1913)

Am I really among the constellations, and not of the lesser stars? I'll mention it to you confidentially, but I have always had a secret conviction of it. Is there an air of fascinating mystery about me? Oh, Miss MacKenzie, don't keep me on the anxious seat like this!”
“You are an amusing young man, and very nice, too.”
“But quite undistinguished,” mournfully. “I doubt your reading of human nature, after all. My next is Monsieur Arnold.”
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