With a finger crooked in his side-pocket, she measured her
step with his, her senses still dizzy from the echo of the magic sounds. The world into which she was so boldly venturing
was going to be wonderful, but never so wonderful as the world within these
paper covers. “But I am sorry,” she exclaimed. She must not tell Martha about Gerald. He did not know—and probably never would unless
she told him—that it was very easy (and comfortable for a woman) to fall into
slatternly ways in this latitude. “The sooner you tell
me the better. "Your son is a lad of spirit, Mr. Such revelations she hoped would be considered
out of place and inappropriate. “We will convince him now to the contrary,” Annabel answered. Satisfied with his scrutiny, he
produced a pocket-flask, and taking off the silver cup with which it was
mounted, filled it with the contents of the flask, and then seizing the thin arm of
the sleeper, rudely shook it. “I suppose, Vee, you don’t see much of those Widgetts now?”
“I go in and talk to Constance sometimes. 219
“Some in Europe, a few down south, none here. ’
‘Pah!’
‘Precisely.
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