Some one suggested "angel."
'"Angel!" repeated Abe, with infinite contempt. "Angel be blowed," (I
paraphrase here); "angels ain't in the same month with her; I'd like
to see any blanked angel swing my team around them curves without a
shiver."
'"Held the lines herself, Abe?" asked a miner.
'"That's what," said Abe; and then he went off into a fusilade of
scientific profanity, expressive of his esteem for the girl who had
swung his team round the curves; and the miners nodded to each other,
and winked their entire approval of Abe's performance, for this was his
specialty.
'Very decent fellow, Abe, but his talk wouldn't print.'
Here Craig paused, as if balancing Abe's virtues and vices.
'Well,' I urged, 'who is she?'
'Oh yes,' he said, recalling himself; 'she is an Edinburgh young
lady--met Lewis Mayor, a young Scotch-English man, in London--wealthy,
good family, and all that, but fast, and going to pieces at home. His
people, who own large shares in these mines here, as a last resort
sent him out here to reform.
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