The American
He had no theory with regard to cold bathing.
He had never had time for these amusements.
Adversity had not only ruined him, it had frightened him.
He was an exquisite image of shabby gentility.
It was our friend's eye that chiefly told his story.
Frigid and yet friendly, frank yet cautious.
He admires the squinting Madonna with the boyish coiffure.
She sent every now and then a responsive glance.
It's a very beautiful subject, said the young lady.
I am not a Catholic, but I want to buy it.
The young lady looked severe for an instant.
And where will you allow us to send it to you?
Everything I want to say is difficult.

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