The Pelican by Edith Wharton

<p>She was very pretty when I first knew her, with the sweet straight nose and short upper lip of the cameo-brooch divinity, humanized by a dimple that flowered in her cheek whenever anything was said possessing the outward attributes of humor without its intrinsic quality. For the dear lady was providentially deficient in humor: the least hint of the real thing clouded her lovely eye like the hovering shadow of an algebraic problem.</p> --- Support this podcast: <a href="https://anchor.fm/hmphaudiobooks/support" rel="payment">https://anchor.fm/hmphaudiobooks/support</a>