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A BRIDE FROM THE BUSH
'Do you sing, Mrs Bligh?' he asked somewhat abruptly.
'Not a note,' said the Bride, perceiving with regret that the subject was changed.
'You play, perhaps? If so'
'No, I can't play neither,' said the Bride, smiling broadly—and bewitchingly. 'I'm no good at all, you see!'
It seemed too true. She had not the saving grace of a single accomplishment—nothing, nothing, nothing but her looks!
