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"These symbols usually, I believe," volunteered Mr. Frothingham,
frowning at the glass, "have little significance, standing merely
for the loose barbaric ideas of a loose barbaric nation."
St. George thought of the ladies of Doctor Johnson's Amicable
Society who walked from the town hall to the Cathedral in Lichfield,
"in linen gowns, and each has a stick with an acorn; but for the
acorn they could give no reason."
He looked long at the glass.
"She," he said finally, "our false mulatto, ought to stand before
just such glass."
Miss Holland laughed. She nodded her head a little, once, every time
she laughed, and St. George was learning to watch for that.
"The glass would suit any style of beauty better than steel bars,"
she said lightly as Mrs. Hastings came fluttering back. Mrs.
Hastings fluttered ponderously, as humblebees fly. Indeed, when one
considered, there was really a "blunt-faced bee" look about the
woman.
The brougham had on the box two men in smart livery; the footman,
closing the door, received St.


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