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Text for Page 031 [12-02-1858]

dress, a regular mop of curls, and a substantial
physique generally.   She wears short frock which exhi-
bits her legs to full advantage.   Nobody can be angry
with her long, she is so good-humored.  But I fear she
knows more than she ought to.       Her father�s a good
sort of man enough, talks with a palpable Yorkshire
accent, has known this country some twenty or thirty years,
seems familiar with Canada, owns stocks, and interrupts
you when speaking.    He and Mrs Potter have established
a mild jocularity about �bulls and bears� &c which she
generally broaches, day after day, at table.  Mrs Brad-
bury is a commonish looking woman, who, Leslie says,
has money in her own right.  He always finds out that
sort of thing.                 I don�t know whether I�ve put
down that Miss Pierson, a boarder when I first came
here, has returned.  Then, she had very eccentric ways,
used to roll up her money into a ball and throw it at
Mrs Potter, with an emphatic �There!� ^|and| came out with
denunciatory remarks after the style of �Mr F�s
Aunt� in Little Dorrit, at table.      I remember her
using one sentence, which Dicken�s has put in that lady�s
mouth � �I hate Fools!�    Eytinge and Bill Waud
would sit and grin and giggle at her, and she was especially
down upon them.     Now she is quite changed, having, 
apparently resigned herself to her fate � old maidenhood.
Mrs Potter says she was a beauty once.  Poor woman! She
is civil, quiet and friendloy now.  Poor woman!
���� Oh me!  How much to sympathize with and               
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