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That night Winnie retired with a determination to strive to overcome her
sinful ways, and as she heard the voice of the Sea-flower at her evening
devotions, (their rooms adjoining,) she spoke aloud, "I will try to be
more like her." With this resolve, she fell asleep; but as the rising
sun peeped in at her window, there were to be found no traces of her
evening resolutions! If any thing, mischief looked out upon the new day
with renewed earnestness, and Winnie Santon was the same gay, reckless
creature as ever.
"Ah, ha, miss puss, so your bow is new strung again, is it?" said Mr.
Santon to his daughter, as the door closed upon one of the mustached
upper ten, who frequently found their way to the elegant mansion of
Mr. Santon.
"'New strung' with an old string, father; if these exquisites are
foolish enough to burn their fingers a second time, they must suffer the
consequences."
Mr. Santon laughed, and merely said,--"Oh, you cruel beauty!" returning
to his paper again; but, seated in the bay-window was one, who could not
thus lightly look upon the conduct of the coquettish Winnie, for it was
evident she was a sad coquette.
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