Dawson, and tell her their bon-mots, or their interests, or
their plans. By each learned man, by each lovely girl, she was
treated as a dear friend, who knew something more about their own
individual selves, independent of their reputation and general
society-character, than any one else.
It was very brilliant and very dazzling, and gave enough to think
about and wonder about for many days.
Monday after Monday we went, stationary, silent; what could we find
to say to any one but Mrs. Margaret herself? Winter passed, summer
was coming, still I was ailing, and weary of my life; but still Mr.
Dawson gave hopes of my ultimate recovery. My father and mother came
and went; but they could not stay long, they had so many claims upon
them. Mrs. Margaret Dawson had become my dear friend, although,
perhaps, I had never exchanged as many words with her as I had with
Miss Mackenzie, but then with Mrs. Dawson every word was a pearl or a
diamond.
People began to drop off from Edinburgh, only a few were left, and I
am not sure if our Monday evenings were not all the pleasanter.
There was Mr.
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