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Title: Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 109 June to November 1904
Year: 1904 (1900s)
Authors: various
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University-Idaho

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had somehow not added to hercharm, and her voice had taken a slightlynasal tone. Through the mind of William Ashe, ashe stood looking down upon her, passeda multitude of flying impressions. Heknew perfectly well that Mary Lyster wasone of the maidens whom it would bepossible for him to marry. His motherhad never pressed her upon him, but shewould certainly acquiesce. It would havebeen mere mock modesty on his part notto guess that Mary would probably notrefuse him. And she was handsome, wellprovided, well connected—oppressively so,indeed; a man might quail a little be-fore her relations. Moreover, she and hehad always been good friends, even whenas a boy he could not refrain from teas-ing her for a slow-coach. During hiselectoral weeks in the country the thoughtof Polly had often stolen kindly uponhis rare moments of peace. He mustmarry, of course. There was no par-ticular excitement or romance about it.Now that his elder brother was dead, andhe had become the heir, it simply had to
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LADY TRANMORE AND MARY LYSTER THE MARRIAGE OF WILLIAM ASHE. 7 be done. And Polly was very nice—quitesweet - tempered and intelligent. Shelooked well, moved well, would fill theposition admirably. Then, suddenly, as these half-thoughtsrushed through his brain, a breath ofsomething cold and distracting—a windfrom the land of ennui—seemed to blowupon them and scatter them. Was it themention of the Bishop—tiresome, pom-pous fellow—or her slightly pedantic tone—or the infinitesimal hint of manage-ment that her speech implied ? Whoknows ? But in that moment perhaps thescales of life inclined. Much obliged to the Bishop, he re-peated, walking up and down. I amafraid, however, I dont take things asseriously as he does. Oh, I hope I shallbehave decently—but, good Lord! what acomedy it is! You know the sort ofarticles —he turned towards her— ourpapers will be writing to-morrow on myappointment. Theyll make me out noend of a fine fellow—youll see! And, ofcourse, the real trutharpersnew0109various

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