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The next day Alexina found herself suddenly free of office duty, A very handsome and wealthy American woman who had not been able to visit her beloved Paris since the beginning of the World's War, and finding the State Department obdurate to the whims of pretty women, had induced Mrs.
Alexina felt the exhilaration of sudden gaiety, daring. She sat down by the youth with the guitar and the striped flannel coat. "'And both were young, and one was beautiful," warbled the owner to his guitar, making room for her. "Right here, Miss Blair, by me." More than one presently stole a look at the tall, rather handsome Miss Blair, hitherto conceded reserved and different from her mother.
Jonas who gave forth another sound that was almost a snort, and marched off to where King and Alexina were sitting on the step. Molly watched him go, then glanced around as if to insure aloofness, and leaned forward, her fingers pulling at the edge of her handkerchief. "You helped him to die, and you're a priest one sort of a priest and I want to tell you "
He has no place in this biography save in so far as he jarred the inner forces of Alexina's being, and he fell at Chateau-Thierry. Alexina lifted her delicate profile and gave it as sulky an expression as she could assume. She really liked him, but was annoyed at being trapped. "I don't in the least wish to marry you." "Everybody knows you don't care a straw for Dwight.
He told her of his difficulties in finding some one to remove the body from the vault to the undertaker's, of the delay in obtaining a private car, gave her some idea of his disorganized life since they had parted, but made no mention of Alexina Groome or Rincona. Then he politely asked her if she had any new plans for the future. Nobody seemed to look forward to the same old life.
Alexina had taken Stephen's part and her manner to Josie assumed a tinge of coldness. Josie quickly noticed and resented it, and the breach between the two girls widened almost insensibly, until they barely spoke when they met. Each blamed the other and cherished bitterness in her heart. When Stephen came home from the post office he looked excited. "Were there any letters?" asked Alexina.
He set his teeth and gave a rapid but graphic account of the whole dreadful episode, willing to interest her at any price; and Alexina, sitting opposite on the ground, her long spine curved, her long arms embracing her knees, listened with a breathless interest, spurring him to potent words, even to stressing of detail. "My goodness gracious me!" she ejaculated when he paused.
It was doubtful if he enjoyed similarly his first visit to Rincona during their engagement: after all the powwow was over and the family had grimly surrendered to avoid the scandal of an elopement. Alexina recalled that dreadful day. Groome. All these were as one united family.
But she felt better as she came out into the sunshine and the dress she had finally decided on seemed to settle on her into sudden jauntiness. William shook hands. There was a comfortable sense of humour about him. "It's fair to divide families into component parts on occasions," he stated, and put Alexina in a place by his own and Molly behind. Molly pouted.
A few of the guests were the more distinguished American residents of Paris and their gowns were as out of date if as inimitably cut as the Frenchwomen's, for they had worked as hard. But Alexina ceased to notice them. She had become aware that two American officers, standing still closer to the window, were talking. One of them had parted the curtains and was looking out. "By Jove," he said.
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