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Bessie was there, and had been for more than an hour, sitting with her
father near one of the entrances from Piccadilly, and wholly unconscious
of the attention she was attracting with her beautiful, fresh young
face, her animated gestures and eager remarks to her father as she
watched the passers-by, and wondered who was who, and wished Neil was
there to tell her.
"I'd like to see a real duchess, and not mistake a barmaid for one," she
said; and then a pleasant-looking man, who was standing near, and had
heard her remarks, came up to her, and lifting his hat politely said to
Archie;
"If you will permit me, sir, I will tell the young lady who the people
are. I know most of them."
"Oh, thank you; I shall be so glad if you will," Bessie replied. "You
see, father and I are right from Wales, and it is all quite new to us."
"Then you were never here before?" the stranger asked, looking down upon
her with an undisguised admiration, which yet had nothing impertinent in
it.
"Yes, years ago, when I was a mere child, and did not care for things.


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