A Woman Perfected

Excerpt: 'She clapped her hands together with such violence that she actually stung her tender palms, and cried-- 'What a little beast I am! what a little beast!' Then, instantly, she resumed her packing, remembering that the trap was coming in less than half-an-hour, but not with quite so much zest as before. There was a vague consciousness in her somewhere that her conduct had not been--and stil...