The Woman in the Alcove

The Woman in the Alcove

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The Woman in the Alcove

The Woman in the Alcove

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I was, perhaps, the plainest girl in the room that night. I was also the happiest -- up to one o'clock. Then my whole world crumbled, or, at least, suffered an eclipse. Why and how, I am about to relate.

I was not made for love. This I had often said to myself; very often of late. In figure I am too diminutive, in face far too unbeautiful, for me to cherish expectations of this nature. Indeed, love had never entered into my plan of life, as was evinced by the nurse's diploma I had just gained after three years of hard study and severe training.

I was not made for love. But if I had been; had I been gifted with height, regularity of feature, or . . .

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