Scribner's magazine . haunts. I remember one spiders web intowhich I strayed, seeking the comfortsof a hotel near the Fair for a little lessthan seven dollars a day ; and theshock the rooms gave me. For theoutside of the web was very fail*. Thehouse was of brick with an ineftectualsuggestion of Richardson in the archi-tecture, and many potted plants on theporch ; and in the basement was a res-taurant where the tables looked to bespread with clean linen. It seemed atidy, home-like little inn ; but when aMinnie with a soiled cap askew on adull, yellow mass of tousled hair, op-ened the door to us
Scribner's magazine . haunts. I remember one spiders web intowhich I strayed, seeking the comfortsof a hotel near the Fair for a little lessthan seven dollars a day ; and theshock the rooms gave me. For theoutside of the web was very fail*. Thehouse was of brick with an ineftectualsuggestion of Richardson in the archi-tecture, and many potted plants on theporch ; and in the basement was a res-taurant where the tables looked to bespread with clean linen. It seemed atidy, home-like little inn ; but when aMinnie with a soiled cap askew on adull, yellow mass of tousled hair, op-ened the door to us, with Minnies ownscowl, the pith went out of my cour-age. Had I been alone I should havefled. But a kind brother was with me ;I could not exi)lain to a man the fore-gleams of the feminine instinct ; hewould have reasoned them away andconvinced me that I had lost a delight-ful lodging because I am not a sensibleman. We entered. The instant thelandladys sliape loomed before us, Isaw his eye waver; but it was too J)
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