The new housemaid was, in most respects, quite satisfactory, but the
mistress had observed that Bridget in her dusting operations, always
appeared to miss a beautiful model of Venus. “Bridget,” cried the
mistress at last, “why don’t you dust this figure? See”—and she touched
it with her fingers—“she is quite covered with dust.” “Bejabers,” replied
Bridget, “I hev been t’inking fer a long time, mem, that she should be
covered with something.”
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A mirage is a marriage that never happens.
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