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MY FORTUNE’S MADE. 
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“ No need of being so particular in dress now.” 
“ Why not ? ” 
“Didn’t I just say?” replied Cora. “ My for¬ 
tune’s made. I’ve got a husband.” 
Beneath an air of jesting was apparent the real 
earnestness of my friend. 
“You dressed with a careful regard to taste and 
neatness in order to win Edward’s love! ” said I. 
“ Certainly I did.” 
“ And should you not do the same in order to 
retain it ? ” 
“ Why, Mrs. Smith! Do you think my hus¬ 
band’s affection goes no deeper than my dress ? I 
should be very sorry indeed to own that. He 
loves me for myself.” 
“ No doubt of that in the world, Cora. But re¬ 
member that he cannot see what is in your mind 
except by what you do or say. If he admires 
your taste, for instance, it is not from any abstract 
appreciation of it, but because the taste manifests 
itself in what you do. And depend upon it he 
will find it a very hard matter to approve and ad¬ 
mire your correct taste in dress, for instance, when 
you appear before him day after day, in your pres¬ 
ent unattractive attire. If you do not dress well 
for your husband’s eyes, for whose eyes, pray, do 
you dress ? You are as neat when abroad as you 
were before your marriage.” 
“ As to that, Mrs. Smith, common decency re¬ 
quires me to dress well when I go upon the street, 
