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From: | Sanders Scott |
Subject: | [Dotgnu-libs-commits] pavement top-notch |
Date: | Mon, 18 Sep 2006 23:20:29 +0200 |
![]() No, she hadnt changed as much as youd
think.
Did you notice, she whispered to him, how they hold
theirglasses? She was all done up in furs, with a scarf over her head,but I saw her
eyes, and then I was sure.
Her demeanour toward the townspeople was always the
same;easy, cordial, and impersonal. Forrester, she spoke for the first time since
they had left thehouse. Its all Ihave, and if I leave it to tenants it will run
down, and I cantsell it to advantage. With him to help me, Id send every one of
those womentrotting down the lane.
He simply held his breath while she fluttered
on:Where shall you go for your honeymoon?
Nothing she could ever dowould in the least matter
to him again. Have you ever told the boys how it was youfirst met Captain Forrester
in the mountains out there? Times have changed, but he doesnt realize
it.
I want you to come to dinner Friday night.
Forrester, apparently, had no power of resistance.
Her reproaches had got nofarther than this room. If
you cameto see me any oftener than you do, that would make talk. Oh, about the year
I graduated from High School, I guess! The boys hadnot yet learned to do two things
at once. He had wanted to go to her, and had given it up. His breakfast was
broughtin by an old, white-haired coloured man in a striped cotton coat. So we may
feel sure that she was well cared for, to the very end,said Niel. Ive wanted for a
long while to do something forthe boys in this town, but my hands were
full.
Icant sit in the house alone every evening and
knit. Ogden rose and walked about the room,his hands behind him.
He didnt look aday older; one eye was still direct
and clear, the other cloudedand oblique. At least, not until times have
greatlychanged. He had steeled his nerves for wild reproaches. All those platters
andcovered dishes stuck away with the tarnish of years on them! He had wanted to go
to her, and had given it up.
The dining-room door was open into thekitchen, and
there Mrs.
One was likely to come upon him,smoking his cigar
on the front porch as if he owned the place. She transferred her business very
abruptly. Uncle, hedeclared, I dont see how I can go back to Boston and leave
theForresters. Dalzellwas in California, the president of the Burlington railroad
wastravelling in Europe.
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