Flora Lyndsay

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Portrait of Susanna Moodie Susanna Moodie,  Flora Lyndsay; or, Passages in an Eventful Life…

“ I hate mystery in any shape.”
“Oh, bless you!” said Flora, laughing: “she is too old and ugly for scandal of that sort. I should think, from her appearance, that she never had had a sweetheart in her life.”
“There’s no telling,” returned Lyndsay. “She may be lively and witty. Odd people possess an attraction in themselves. We are so much amused with them, that they fascinate us before we are aware. She has a good figure for her very voluminous proportions, and splendid trotters, which always possess charms for some men.”
“Now, don’t be censorious, husband dear.
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Portrait of Susanna Moodie Susanna Moodie,  Flora Lyndsay; or, Passages in an Eventful Life…

“ May I come and occasionally enjoy an hour’s chat?”
“We shall only be too happy,” said Flora, in spite of a warning pinch from Lyndsay, which said, as plainly as words could have done, “She’s mad; as mad as a March hare.” But Flora would not understand the hint. She felt flattered by the confidence so unexpectedly reposed in them by the odd creature; and vanity is a great enemy to common sense.
“Mind,” said Miss Wilhelmina, turning abruptly to Lyndsay, “I don’t want to see you at my house. I’m a single woman, and, though not very young, I’m very particular about my character.
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Portrait of Susanna Moodie Susanna Moodie,  Flora Lyndsay; or, Passages in an Eventful Life…

“ The first person who presented herself as a candidate for emigration, was a coarse, fat, she-clown, with huge red fists and cheeks, “as broad and as red as a pulpit cushion.” On being shown into Flora’s little parlour, she stood staring at her with her arms stuck in her sides, and her wide mouth distended from ear to ear, with a grin so truly uncouth and comic, that Mrs. Lyndsay could scarcely restrain her laughter ”
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