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 wonderfully beautiful woman who viewed life from its sunny side. Cultivated in all her tastes, generous to a fault, her purse was always ready to assist in charitable schemes, but the thought that she had an active part to play in the great drama of life never occurred to her. Accustomed all her life to admiration, she accepted it as her simple due.

Of course she would marry, all normal girls do, the expected man always comes, and is intensely interesting.

"Let me see," she said with another glance in the mirror. "One should marry one's opposite. His eyes are blue, hair golden. Yes, he is a blond, muscular, rather than massive, and"—putting out the light—"with nothing mysterious about him."