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Galusha Cabot Bangs' first day in East Wellmouth was spent for the most part indoors. He was willing that it should he; the stiffness and lameness in various parts of his body, together with the shakiness at the knees which he experienced when he tried to walk, warned him that a trip abroad would not be a judicious undertaking.
You mistake me. I must ask you to leave me. You may come again. I shall be here, but I have something I would do to-night. I have given you much of my time. It is already late." "It is you who mistake, Mr. Bangs. But I am going now. I said I would stop but a moment. I have kept my promise, as you will see by your clock."
She had attained tall and exceedingly supine proportions, wore pinks and blues and an invariable necklace of pink paste pearls to fine advantage, and a fuzz of yellow bangs that fell down over her eyes, only to be repeatedly flung back again. Nevertheless, at eighteen Flora's neat spiritous air lay calm as a wimple over her keenly motivated little self.
The window-shades were drawn, the doors were closed. The only signs of life about the place were a porch chair, still rocking as if from recent occupation, and a thin blue scarf that had evidently been dropped in sudden flight. Mr. Bangs let himself in with a latch-key, and led the way into a big dreary room that was evidently meant for a library.
The boys had filled their rooms full of junk and one of them had even tied a pig to his bed while the way Bangs cleared rubbish out of the bathtub and promised to have some water heated in the morning was convincingly artless.
Her girlhood friend had tried to make things most pleasant and now it was all over. Even Eugene was over, for he said nothing much of seeing her again, or had not so far. She was wishing she might see more of this world he painted in such glowing colors, when he said: "Mr. Bangs said that you come down to Chicago every now and then?" "I do," she replied.
She started toward the stairs, but paused and turned. "Is it really settled, Mr. Bangs?" she asked, as if scarcely daring to believe in the possibility. "Are they really goin' to buy that Wellmouth stock of mine?" "Why why " Galusha was yawing badly, but he clutched the helm and kept on the course; "I ah hope so, Miss Martha, I hope so." "And pay me pay me MONEY for it?" "I presume so. I hope so.
I don't believe she's goin' at all. Is she, Cap'n Bangs?" The captain, who had remained silent during this family jar, could not resist the temptation. "Oh yes, Imogene's goin'," he answered, cheerfully. "She's countin' on havin' the time of her life over there. But she isn't the only one. Why, about all the females in East Wellmouth'll be there.
Martha's face expressed many things, absolute amazement predominant. "Why why, Mr. Bangs!" she gasped. "What " "Pardon me," went on Galusha. "I was about to explain. I I will try to make the explanation brief. It is ah very painful to me to make and will be, I fear, as painful for you to hear.
Bangs, I knew your father." "Indeed! I never heard him speak " "No, I dare say; it was near the end of his life. I was near by, and rendered him some assistance, when he died suddenly of apoplexy. He was not so much of a man as your grandfather." "Was he not?" asked Mr. Bixby, musingly. He was thinking how old the grandfather of his friend Bangs must have been.
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