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Chapter XX
Chapter XX
Miss Arabella [[Pohpingham's?]] Conversasion, and Life
Miss Arabella Poppingham's Conversasione, and Life
in 1843 concluded-1844-Elkanah Dutsou
in 1843 concluded - 1844 - Elkanah Dutson
"Have you read that beautiful story by Mrs Heirnson, in the last member of [[unclear]]?" asked Mr. Dinfoil of Mrs. Smithson.
"Have you read that beautiful story by Mrs Stevenson, in the last number of Graham?" asked Mr. Dinfoil of Mrs. Smithson.
"Yes; but I don't like it-nor her," replied Mrs. Smithson with a sneer.  "She is too gorgeous for one; and her heroines are anything but matter of face characters.  They are always half buried in mes, in a leafy bower, or peeking out of a lattriced window, by moonlight, to watch for their lovers, or making [[assignations?]]-and then she is always raising mountains to the skies, and [[unclear]] them down again into the vallies, and calling a river 'a [[unclear]] of silver,' and making goddesses of dairy maids."
"Yes; but I don't like it - nor her," replied Mrs. Smithson with a sneer.  "She is too gorgeous for me; and her heroines are anything but matter of fact characters.  They are always half buried in roses, in a leafy bower, or peeping out of a latticed window, by moonlight, to watch for their lovers, or making assignations - and then she is always raising mountains to the skies, and plumping them down again into the vallies, and calling a river 'a thread of silver,' and making goddesses of dairy maids."
A lady who sat within hearing, and who had not spoken during this frivlous conversation, who now made to contain herself longer.
A lady who sat within hearing, and who had not spoken during this frivolous conversation, was now unable to contain herself longer.
"Not like Mrs. Hernson!" she exclaimed, in astonishment.  "I cannot conceive of such a thing!  For my heart, I can never [[unclear]] of her writings.  She is, in my opinion, the most delightful writer of fiction in America.  But I may not be a good judge of such things, being no
"Not like Mrs. Stevenson!" she exclaimed, in astonishment.  "I cannot conceive of such a thing!  For my part, I can never weary of her writings.  She is, in my opinion, the most delightful writer of fiction in America.  But I may not be a good judge of such things, being no

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page number 1 Chapter XX Miss Arabella Poppingham's Conversasione, and Life in 1843 concluded - 1844 - Elkanah Dutson "Have you read that beautiful story by Mrs Stevenson, in the last number of Graham?" asked Mr. Dinfoil of Mrs. Smithson. "Yes; but I don't like it - nor her," replied Mrs. Smithson with a sneer. "She is too gorgeous for me; and her heroines are anything but matter of fact characters. They are always half buried in roses, in a leafy bower, or peeping out of a latticed window, by moonlight, to watch for their lovers, or making assignations - and then she is always raising mountains to the skies, and plumping them down again into the vallies, and calling a river 'a thread of silver,' and making goddesses of dairy maids." A lady who sat within hearing, and who had not spoken during this frivolous conversation, was now unable to contain herself longer. "Not like Mrs. Stevenson!" she exclaimed, in astonishment. "I cannot conceive of such a thing! For my part, I can never weary of her writings. She is, in my opinion, the most delightful writer of fiction in America. But I may not be a good judge of such things, being no