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Title: The Saturday evening post
Year: 1839 (1830s)
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Publisher: Philadelphia : G. Graham
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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sigh faintlyShe was perhaps twenty-two year;of age, little and slight; her attitude as she leaned back in the wid 11 av>rstt 2 If, No V.o. Mr. Hall. I Don ! Want Your Million and I Do Want My House r il seat, beside the robusbulk of the man whleaned over her, enhanced her effect ofdelicate fragility. Thface she lifted to thglare of the sun wa ;wan with an invalipallor; she might havbeen ghostly but fortouch of auburn lusttin her fair hair and tquiet life in her dareyes. Yes, she atswered. Id like 1get out for a little. Right! said tlbig man cheerily, arflung open the doorthe tonneau. Get (with it, he bade tlchauffeur in FrencCome after us wh<youre through, ;rdont smother us «<dust when you coifeWith strong and getie hands he helped t:girl down, handlinghwith careful tendeness. He was a Iarman, thick bodiegreat in the shouldeheavy browed, vlips wide and firm ider his close-c lippgray mustache. Wlwas salient in him,he stood and movwas a quality as THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 19
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assurance and securityin every posture andmotion, a manner as though power—the habit and knowledge of it—had pene-trated every function of his being—till it flavored eventhe least of his actions. The rabbit-faced chauffeur, flimsybodied and uncomely, watched him with furtive slavish5yes as he lifted the girl bodily from the step and set herbeside him in the road. Now, he said, well go slowly till we get to the shadettid then well sit down. Take hold of my arm, honey.\ His strong good nature was like a benign tyranny.TYes, father, said the girl, in her faded sick-room voicet;at yet had musical undulations in it, and passed her thin■m through the crook of his big elbow.1 Together they crossed to the sidewalk and moved slowlyJong it toward where, beyond a bend in the road, a clusterI tree tops held promise of shade. The chauffeur, standingimp by the machine, watched them depart ere he fell tofork; he needed to be free of that dominance before hetuld develop any initiative of his

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