I've met too many of that kind, and of those also who enshroud themselves in a cloud of little feminine mysteries, all transparent enough to one of experience; but Madge does puzzle me.

She has not explained herself with her fine burst of indignation.

Jove! how handsome she was! She ever gives the impression that there is something back of all she says and does.

Even Henry feels it in his dim way, but that lightning flash made it clear that it is something of which she need not be ashamed.

Since she has learned to read me so understandingly, I will try to fathom her thoughts.