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her

It was summer, and she wore cotton frocks The third time he

saw her she had on a dress with fine blue-and-white stripes,

with a white collar, and a large white hat It suited her

golden, warm co with his

head slightly on one side, and appreciating her in a perceiving,

critical fashion

She was thrilled with a new life For the first time she was

in love with a vision of herself: she saw as it were a fine

little reflection of herself in his eyes And she hts turned swiftly to

clothes, her passion was to make a beautiful appearance Her

family looked on in amazeant, really elegant, in figured cotton

frocks she made for herself, and hats she bent to her fancy An

inspiration was upon her

He sat with a sort of languor in her granduidly, backward and forward, as

Ursula talked to him

"You are not poor, are you?" she said

"Poor in money? I have about a hundred and fifty a year of h,

in fact"