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She was a belle , and it is only belle-metal of this particular description which is not fusible by `` burning words . '' She had mind enough to appreciate fully the romance and enthusiasm of her cousin , Philip Ballister , and knew precisely the phenomena which a tall _ blonde _ -LRB- this complexion of woman being soluble in love and tears -RRB- would have exhibited under a similar experiment . While the fire of her love glowed , therefore , she opposed little resistance , and seemed softened and yielding , but her purpose remained unaltered , and she rang out `` No ! '' the next morning , with a tone as little changed as a convent-bell from matins to vespers , though it has passed meantime through the furnace of an Italian noon . Fanny was not a designing girl , either . She might have found a wealthier customer for her heart than her cousin Philip . And she loved this cousin as truly and well as her nature would admit , or as need be , indeed .