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Wrenn and I have been invited to join an excursion out of town that leaves to-night. We'll pay our rent and leave our things here." "Going off together " "My good woman, we are going to Aengusmere. Here's two pound. Don't allow any one in my room. And I may send for my things from out of town. Be ready to pack them in my trunks and send them to me. Do you understand?" "Yes, miss, but "
But he said, "Well, let's try to get some breakfast first, Istra." With their garments wrinkled from rain, half asleep and rather cross, they arrived at the esthetic but respectable colony of Aengusmere by the noon train.
This by way of remarking on the fact that the female poet was staring volubly. "G-g-g-g-g-g " said Mrs. Stettinius, which seemed to imply perfect consent. Istra took him to the belvedere on a little slope overlooking the lawns of Aengusmere, scattered with low bungalows and rose-gardens. "It is beautiful, isn't it?
He was tottering through the common room, wondering whether he could find a clothing-shop in Aengusmere, when a shrill gurgle from a wing-chair by the rough-brick fireplace halted him. "Oh-h-h-h, Mister Wrenn; Mr. Wrenn!" There sat Mrs. Stettinius, the poet-lady of Olympia's rooms on Great James Street. "Oh-h-h-h, Mr.
He was grateful, he told her, for "all you learned me," and he had thought that Aengusmere was a beautiful place, though he now saw "what you meant about them interesting people," and his New York address would be the Souvenir Company.
Though he had worn one in the fair village of Aengusmere, it was still to him a "coat with a belt." He thought of Nelly all evening. He heard her there on the same floor with him talking to Miss Proudfoot, who stood at Nelly's door, three hours after she was supposed to be asleep.
"Out on the moors they would come down by you.... What is your adventure your formula for it?... Let's see; you take common roadside things seriously; you'd be dear and excited over a Red Lion Inn." "Are there more than one Red Li " "My dear Mouse, England is a menagerie of Red Lions and White Lions and fuzzy Green Unicorns.... Why not, why not, why not! Let's walk to Aengusmere.
"Why, I went to Liverpool and Oxford and London and well Kew and Ealing and places and And I tramped through Essex and Suffolk all through on foot. Aengusmere and them places." "Just a moment. Why certainly. I've told you that already about five times. Yes, I said that's what I had the samples made up for. Say, did you notice any novelties we could copy?" "No, I'm afraid I didn't, Mr. Guilfogle.
The Aengusmere Caravanserai is so unyieldingly cheerful and artistic that it makes the ordinary person long for a dingy old-fashioned room in which he can play solitaire and chew gum without being rebuked with exasperating patience by the wall stencils and clever etchings and polished brasses. It is adjectiferous. Istra had gone up to her room to sleep, bidding Mr.
It's like the good old cycling days, when every draper's assistant went bank-holidaying.... I don't know him, but I suppose he's some tuppeny-ha'p'ny illustrator." "Or perhaps he has convictions about fried bananas, and dines on a bean saute. O Aengusmere! Shades of Aengus!" "Not at all. When they look as gentle as he they always hate the capitalists as a militant hates a cabinet minister.
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