Word: handkerchiefs
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...across, and she showed me Hawthorne's "Marble Faun," which she had herself illustrated. "Yes," said I, "Rome is a great financial and commercial metropolis, and is also the city of the soul. Miss Wiggleson, are you intense?" I saw she was affected, for she drew out her pocket-handkerchief, and then, ashamed to wipe away the tear that glistened in her eye, she began to dust a volume. I waxed eloquent. "Speaking of antiquities, Miss Wiggleson, have you ever heard the story about George Washington?" A shade passed over her face. Perhaps she doesn't like anecdotes, thought...
...tered on the floor; without a moment's hesitation he dropped the tray and tried to save the cup. The attempt was unsuccessful, although a corner of the tray scraped an old gentleman's ear nearly off. Smiling sweetly, the Junior mopped up the floor with his silk pocket-handkerchief...
...heartily agreed with him; and we both stood watching the boat leap forward over the waves; for a good stiff breeze was blowing from the northeast. Bertha looked back several times and waved her handkerchief at me. I took off my hat and swung it in response; but I saw her face only through my tears. You see that dream had made me weak and nervous. Farther and farther away sped the yacht, till the sail was a dim white patch on the horizon...
...could see their faces, and they had recognized us. But Bertha did not wave her handkerchief; she was crouched down in the stern, and Carlin was sitting near, talking angrily, I judged, though I could not hear his voice for the wind. And then the memory of that dream came over me; I divined what was to come. I think I must have been crazy with terror, - I am sure the captain thought...
...during which she scanned my face with a somewhat naive curiosity, I rushed into the breach in the conversation with, "Are you at Wellesley College?" "Yes, I am," said she. "Guess you're a Harvard boy." I confessed to this accusation; but as I never carry an obtrusive crimson handkerchief, and do not dislocate my elbows in walking, I don't see how she knew. "Been a-fishin'?" was her next remark. I said I had, and, to make conversation, produced my bass. She examined them critically, and announced that though "mighty mean little ones, they were reel bass, - acanthopterygious...