Nancy Stair

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Portrait of Elinor Macartney Lane Elinor Macartney Lane,  Nancy Stair: A Novel

“ I paced up and down the lower hall, perplexed in mind and sick with dread of the horror hanging over us, yet with something in my heart which told me that, in spite of Hugh's statements, Nancy Stair was with us—with Sandy, and Danvers, and myself.
Near one o'clock of the morning I heard Nancy's voice, at the turn of the stair, saying good night to the London man.
"People think he's ice," she cried, and I knew it was Pitcairn of whom she spoke; "but try a bit of flattery with him. Not on his looks, for he cares less for them than for the wind that blows, but on his abilities.
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Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Elinor Macartney Lane Elinor Macartney Lane,  Nancy Stair: A Novel

“ It is altogether hopeless to set in cold words the charm of her as she stood before me that morning in her white frock, her hair in a bunch of curls on top of her head and some posies in her hand. I have seen many pretty women in my time, some few handsome ones, but Nancy Stair is the only one I ever saw who deserved to be described as beautiful. ”
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Elinor Macartney Lane Elinor Macartney Lane,  Nancy Stair: A Novel

“ He read it stolidly and returned it to me, uncommented upon, but further down the road I could see he was turning Nancy's affairs over in his mind, for he broke out, with some disjointedness:
"I have always held it a wise arrangement of nature to make women of notable mentality of a dry and unseductive nature, and pretty women fools; for if one person held beauty and charm as well as power and grasp, there is no telling but she could overthrow governments and work a wide and general mischief. We've much to thank God for," he continued, "that Nancy Stair is as she is."
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Source: Gutenberg

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