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Chaperoning Adrienne; a tale of the Yellowstone National Park. With illustrations by Charles M. Russell
HAT husband of Anabella's had to come down with the measles or she never would have keyed me up to be a Machiavelli, or whoever it may be who is synonymous with craft and cruelty to lovers.
Measles, indeed! On such trivial things as
measles do the really great events of life turn! Still, nothing has turned yet, and I hope that nothing will. I know nature never intended me for a chaperon. Of course chaperons aren't always Machiavellian (or whatever I mean) ; but when one is nothing but a widow by predestination and remains one by free will she doesn't want her twin sister to force her into chaperoning her niece away from her
As for the young man, Isabella doesn't deny but that he isn't so bad (as young men go) ; but she says he believes in the occult and writes poetry. It does seem too bad. He'll outgrow the occult and the poetry when he is married. His name is Randolph
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