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Mama, tell Deleah that for her own pride's sake she's got to marry Reggie now." "No!" said Mr. Gibbon. He laid down his knife and fork with a clatter, and fixed angry eyes on Bessie. "No!" he said, and having stared at her till, astonished, she averted her eyes, he turned a protecting gaze on Deleah. "Miss Deleah need do nothing of the sort," he said reassuringly.
At the door of one of the greenhouses beyond, Deleah, in her black muslin dress and wide black hat, was standing in conversation with Jarvis, the head-gardener. Part of her duty, he had been told, was to wheedle Jarvis out of the flowers Miss Forcus liked to see in her rooms, but of which he resented the cutting.
"You would say as much as that to any stranger in the street who had kicked a stone out of your path, and I I ." He was stammering curiously in his thickened voice. It seemed that the words he wanted to speak would not come. "And I after all that I suffer only kind?" he got out at last. With something of the expression of a trapped creature in her eyes, Deleah looked past him to the door.
"What do you call at once?" "Next week, at latest." Reggie shook his head. He couldn't be sure of Deleah in that time. How long would it take to get married, he wondered. "No, thank you. I really don't care for it. I couldn't possibly get away so soon." "Why not?" "There are the Widdimouth races next week, and I've booked several engagements for the week after."
If Deleah thinks she is going to put that kind of slight on me she's mistaken. It's what I won't put up with from her, and so I tell her; and so I tell you. It's it's " "Yes, yes, my dear. Pray don't excite yourself again, Bessie." "So, if Deleah persists in taking Reggie and she'll richly deserve all she'll get with him I shall make up my mind to Gibbon." "Mr. Gibbon, Bessie." "Mr. Gibbon, then.
"I don't know why you need have kept it secret from me, but now it is done, all I can do is to wish you every possible happiness, Bessie." It was disappointing: very flat and tame. Mrs. Day got up and kissed her daughter, and Deleah followed suit. "It would have been nicer for you to have mama and me with you at your wedding, I should have thought," Deleah said. "Isn't Mr.
Imagine Bessie, and her exquisite young Deleah passing their lives in that upper room behind the net curtains! It was ridiculous, grotesque, impossible, and could not be. But she was to find with astonishingly small waste of time that it could be. And it was. Exiles From Life's Revels For the first year that Mrs.
"Bessie isn't likely to be sitting in a carriage, all in white. Say 'right' when you've got the items down, Deleah. Window sponges at sixpence. Put down nineteen sponges at sixpence, Deleah." "Wait a minute. I'd just like to run up to see what Bessie is doing. I only caught a glimpse, but I'll be back in one minute, mama."
"Mama, I'm afraid my frock is dreadfully short; even now that Emily has let down the hem," Deleah said, looking anxiously toward her extremities. "It shows all my feet!" It showed the ankles too, truth to say; but what did that matter when the feet were so small and pretty, and the ankles so elegantly slim?
"I," the Manchester man hurriedly admits. "I did not say you were conspicuous, Miss Deleah. I only said I had seen you sitting there with your book among the flowers." "She is not to sit there again, mama. Will you please say so? Deda, you are not to sit in the window again. We can't help living above a grocer's shop, but we need not make a display of ourselves." "If it offends Mr.
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