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But she wondered if Miss Farlow would not just as lief whip her before she went as after she came back. It would be a pity to spoil the beautiful afternoon with expectation of punishment. After prayers next Saturday morning, Anne lingered near Miss Farlow's desk. "Do you wish to speak to me, Anne Lewis?" asked that lady, frowning over a handful of bills.
The admiral could not help smiling, but at once transformed the smile into a frown when the door opened to admit an orderly, who was thus also a witness of Captain Farlow's sliding party. The latter picked himself up with a muttered oath and went to the telephone. "What," he shouted, "what's that, Higgins? You must be crazy, man! Admiral Crane's fleet, the yellow fleet?
Darrow had mentioned her but once, and in the briefest terms, as having apparently very little concern for Sophy's welfare, and being, at any rate, too geographically remote to give her any practical support; and Anna wondered what chance had brought her to her sister's side at this conjunction. Mrs. Farlow's celebrities were legion, and the name on the slip of paper Mrs.
On the way there she tried to recall what she had heard of Sophy Viner's sister, but beyond the girl's enthusiastic report of the absent Laura's loveliness she could remember only certain vague allusions of Mrs. Farlow's to her artistic endowments and matrimonial vicissitudes.
He would be sure to say "little ones" when he meant "children." "He has a daughter!" "Oh, indeed! He must be very gratified. And Farlow and Graham, how are they, and what are they doing?" "Farlow's in Gallipoli and Graham's in France!..." "Oh, this dreadful war," Mullally exclaimed, wrinkling his features. "I'm greatly opposed to it. I've been addressing meetings on the subject!" "Have you?"
"Oh, by the way, Cecily, Quinn says that chap Gilbert Farlow's hanging about Scotland Yard...." "Goodness me, what for?" Cecily demanded in a startled voice. "He hasn't done anything, has he?" "No, of course he hasn't. He's trying to enlist!" "Enlist!" she said. "Yes. Silly ass not to ask for a commission!" said Jimphy. Boltt burbled about the priceless privilege of youth.
It was this nucleus, and its outer ring of musical, architectural and other American students, which posed successively to Mrs. Farlow's versatile fancy as a centre of "University Life", a "Salon of the Faubourg St.
It's from Ninian Graham!" "Nice chap, Ninian Graham," Mr. Quinn murmured. "He wants me to go over to Boveyhayne for a while." "Does he?" "Yes. Gilbert Farlow's staying with them. I should like to go." "Well, we'll see about it in the morning," said Mr. Quinn. "I was thinking of sending you on a walking tour with John here. To Connacht!" "You could talk to the people in Irish, Henry," John added.
"How is Lady Cecily?" Henry asked, as he and Jimphy left the Park together. "Oh, I expect she's all right," Jimphy answered. "I forgot to ask this morning, but if she'd been seedy or anything she'd have told me about it, so I suppose she's all right!" "When's this play of Farlow's coming on?" Jimphy asked on the doorstep of his house. "Wednesday," Henry answered.
The admiral seized Farlow's arm and shook it to and fro in a blind rage. "Those," he cried, "those ... why, man, those are the Japanese! That's the enemy and he has surprised us right in the midst of peace! Now God give me a clear head, and let us never forget that we are American men!"
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