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"I took her to a hotel, sir." "Humph!" said Bertie. "I'm obliged to you." The piazza lights were turned up, and by them Samuel could see the other's face, flushed with drink, and his hair and clothing in disarray. He swayed slightly as he stood there. "Master Albert," said Samuel very gravely, "May I have a few words with you?" "Sure," said Bertie. He looked about him for a chair and sank into it.
Why, my brother set up a place once for mending bicycles; and I used to stand about at the door, as if I had just returned from a ride; and when fellows came in, with a nut loose or something, I'd begin talking with them while Bertie tightened it.
When she did get a glimpse of the outer world there was nothing to see, and that was the worst of it. There was nothing but muddy roads, pools of water and little patches of green grass. It was not to be borne. Flora crept down from her high chair to the lowly footstool, leaned her head upon her hand and sighed. Sister Amy had gone to school, and Charley and Bertie were big boys.
It was sufficient to make him hate Bertie with a cruel and savage detestation, which he strove indeed to temper, for he was by nature a just man, and, in his better moments, knew that his doubts wronged both the living and the dead; but which colored, too strongly to be dissembled, all his feelings and his actions toward his son, and might both have soured and wounded any temperament less nonchalantly gentle and supremely careless than Cecil's.
"You seem interested, Cecil," said he, as, with the uncerimoniousness of a trusted confidante, she glanced through the variations of the same text. "Do you young ladies ever get up behind each other, and back each other's bills?" "You haven't opened some, Bertie; and they are not all bills." "You can, if it amuses you," hobbling across the room. "Why, Cecil, my foot is almost sound again.
"I guess I can manage him," he said. "No doubt you could. I expect you always have. He respects you," said Dot, with unwitting wistfulness. Lucas turned his head and looked at her very steadily. "Will you tell me something, Dot?" he said. She nodded. "Why are you afraid of Bertie?" She hesitated. "Come!" he said. "Surely you're not afraid of me too!"
"Stabbed again!" declared Bertie, who knew that Charley was in the habit of borrowing. Amy's purse being well fed, was always fat, and Charley's was ever lean and hungry. Amy was obliging, and Charley not backward in asking favors, so the lean and hungry purse often brought its pressing needs to the notice of its rich relation. "Amy is a trump!" said Charley, penitently, "and I take it all back.
Noreen laughed again and said: "If he admires you, dear, I'm sure no one could take him from you." "My dear girl, you never can trust any man," said her friend seriously. Then, glancing at herself in the mirror, she continued modestly: "I know I'm not bad-looking, and lots of men do admire me. Bertie says I'm a ripper."
But the girl was still ignorant enough of life not to understand why a woman after two years of marriage should be thankful that her husband was far away from her and wish him farther. "But I'm not going to let Bertie monopolise me up here," continued Mrs. Smith, taking off her hat and pulling and patting her hair before the mirror. "I like a change. I've come here to have a good time.
'Sometimes I feel it isn't fair that she's saddled with me. Then he dropped his voice curiously. 'I say, he asked, secretly struggling, 'is my face much disfigured? Do you mind telling me? 'There is the scar, said Bertie, wondering. 'Yes, it is a disfigurement. But more pitiable than shocking. 'A pretty bad scar, though, said Maurice. 'Oh, yes. There was a pause.
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