10/11 I love Leah Herrick's little finger better than your whole body with your Jezebel's bodice, and your fine lady's airs. You had better go now and marry that conceited popinjay up at Jo Putnam's, if you can get him." With that he pushed off down the hill, and up the road, that he might not be forced to accompany her back to the village. Which of us has not been struck with wonder, even far more than indignation, at such times? It makes us sick at heart that we could have been so deceived. |