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Elliott had dispelled that idea for him. It wasn't children who looked as Anna-Felicitas had looked just now in the office. Anna-Rose, it is true, seemed younger than Anna-Felicitas, but that was because she was little and easily cried. He loved her for being little. He loved her because she easily cried. He yearned and hungered to comfort, to pet to take care of.
"You see," explained Anna-Felicitas, taking advantage of the silence that had fallen on the lady, "Mr. Twist, regarded as a man, is old, but regarded as a friend he is new." "Brand new," said Anna-Rose. "H'm, h'm," said the lady, knitting faster than ever, and looking first at one twin and then at the other. "H'm, h'm, h'm. Brand new, is he.
Bilton and me " Then he remembered Anna-Felicitas. "Why doesn't she come?" he asked. "Who?" choked Anna-Rose. "The other one. Anna II. Columbus."
Twist, putting on the brakes so hard that the Ford skidded sideways along the road towards them. "Hello," said the young man cheerfully, waving his stick. "Hello," said Anna-Felicitas mildly, watching his sidelong approach with complacent interest. She had no hat on, and had evidently escaped from Mrs. Bilton just as she was. Escaped, however, was far too violent a word Mr.
"What?" exclaimed Anna-Rose, staring at Mr. Twist and then at Edith Mrs. Twist, they were told, was breakfasting in bed "Why, we've unpacked." "You will re-pack," said Mr. Twist. They found difficulty in believing their ears. "But we've settled in," remonstrated Anna-Felicitas, after an astonished pause. "You will settle out," said Mr. Twist. He frowned.
"You don't look particularly worried, I must say." "No," said Anna-Felicitas, "we're not. People who find they've got to heaven aren't usually worried, are they." "And having got to heaven," said Anna-Rose, "we've thought of a plan to enable us to stay in it." "Oh have you," said Mr. Twist, pricking up his ears. "The plan seemed to think of us rather than we of it," explained Anna-Felicitas.
Twist, lighting a cigarette to give himself an appearance of calm. "Exactly," said Anna-Felicitas. "So you won't be surprised at our having just been Twinklers." "Oh Lord," groaned Mr. Twist, in spite of his cigarette, "oh, Lord." "We've given Mrs.
"If you will sit on the floor," he said, stuffing the pillows behind their backs, during which Anna-Felicitas didn't open her eyes, and her head hung about so limply that it looked as if it might at any moment roll off, "you may at least be as comfortable as you can."
"Would you mind reading this?" said Anna-Rose faintly to Mrs. Bilton, who took the letter mechanically and held it in her hand without apparently noticing it, so much engaged was she by what she was saying. "We're going out a moment to speak to Mr. Twist," Anna-Rose then said, making for the door and beckoning to Anna-Felicitas, who still stood hesitating.
Anna-Felicitas was in the act of putting her arm round Anna-Rose's shoulder, and Anna-Rose was passionately disengaging herself. Yes. There was trouble there. He knew there would be. He gulped down more water. Anna-Felicitas couldn't expect to go off like that for a whole morning and give Anna-Rose a horrible fright without hearing about it.
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