It's been pure, fire-with-your-eyes-shut luck.
"Was this morning luck too?" asked a bridesmaid.
"Absolutely," sighed Lispenard. "And what luck! I always said that Peter
would never marry, because he would insist on taking women seriously,
and because at heart he was afraid of them to a woeful degree, and
showed it in such a way, as simply to make women think he didn't like
them individually. But Miss Luck wouldn't allow that. Oh, no! Miss Luck
isn't content even that Peter shall take his chance of getting a wife,
with the rest of us. She's not going to have any accidents for him. So
she takes the loveliest of girls and trots her all over Europe, so that
she shan't have friends, or even know men well. She arranges too, that
the young girl shall have her head filled with Peter by a lot of
admiring women, who are determined to make him into a sad, unfortunate
hero, instead of the successful man he is. A regular conspiracy to
delude a young girl. Then before the girl has seen anything of the
world, she trots her over here.
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