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"I put all the compliments I receive into a little money-jug that has a slit in the side. I shake them up and down, and they rattle. There are not many yet—only two or three."
"No, it's not a compliment," Felix rejoined. "See; I am careful not to give it the form of a compliment. I did not think you were beautiful at first. But you have come to seem so little by little."
"Take care, now, your jug doesn't burst!" exclaimed Lizzie.
"I think sitting for one's portrait is only one of the various forms of idleness," said Mr. Wentworth. "Their name is legion."
"My dear sir," cried Felix, "you can't be said to idle when you are making a man work so!"
