A Round-Upby HC Bunner
Format of Original Source: Short Story
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When Rhodora Boyd-Rhodora Pennington that was-died in her little house, with no one near her but one old maid who loved her, the best society of the little city of Trega Falls indulged in more or less complacent reminiscence.
Except to Miss Wimple, the old maid, Rhodora had been of no importance at all in Trega for ten long years, and yet she had once given Trega society the liveliest year it had ever known. (I should tell you that Trega people never mentioned the Falls in connection with Trega. Trega was too old to admit any indebtedness to the Falls.)
Rhodora Pennington came to Trega with her invalid mother as the guest of her uncle, the Commandant at the Fort-for Trega was a garrison town. She was a beautiful girl. I do not mean a pretty girl: there were pretty girls in Trega-several of them. She was beautiful as the Queen of Sheba was beautiful-grand, perfect, radiantly tawny of complexion, without a flaw or a failing in her pulchritude-almost too fine a being for family use, except that she had plenty of hot woman’s blood in her veins, and was an accomplished, delightful, impartial flirt.
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