She was a pretty and ambitious girl and had studied the matrimonial
problem to a nicety.
“Yes, I suppose I shall wed eventually,” she said, “but the only kind
of masculine nuisance that will suit me must be tall and dark, with
classical features. He must be brave, yet gentle. Withal he must be
strong—a lion among men, but a knight among ladies.”
That even a bow-legged, lath-framed youth, wearing checked trousers and
smoking a cigarette that smelt worse than a burning boot, rattled on the
back door and the girl knocked four tumblers and a cut glass fruit dish
off the sideboard in her haste to get to him.
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