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You never saw a married man talking to his wife in public in that way unless they were talking about the last month's bills. Why, it is perfectly brazen." Keith laughed. "Where is her husband?" she demanded, as Mrs. Wentworth floated by, a vision of brocaded satin and lace and white shoulders, supported by Ferdy Wickersham, who was talking earnestly and looking down into her eyes languishingly.
I could see him licking his lips as though his mouth were dry, and presently he asked her a question. "What did you dream, Maisa?" She shook her head and began the play-actress style. "Oh, I guess I wouldn't tell you, anyway." "But I want to know, Maisa?" "It was only a dream, of course aren't they real sometimes, Ferdy?
Ferdy Wickersham in calm and indifferent discourse with her grandfather on the crops, on cattle, and on the effect of the new railroad on products and prices. Several sessions at a boarding-school of some pretension, with ambition which had been awakened years before under the apple-trees, had given Miss Phrony the full number of accomplishments that are to be gained by such means.
Ferdy, who could never see any one succeeding without wishing to supplant him, had of late begun to fancy himself in love with her also, but Mr. Rhodes, he knew, was Norman's friend. He also knew that Norman was Mr. Rhodes's friend in a little affair which Mr.
Norman had promised to come back. "I hope she will invite you to join our party," she said naïvely. "If she does not, I will invite you both to join mine," declared Keith. "I have no idea of letting you escape for another dozen years." Just then, however, Mrs. Norman appeared. She was with Ferdy Wickersham, who, on seeing Keith, looked away coldly.
When I came out of the shop he was gone." "That was sad. It would have been quite romantic, would it not? But, perhaps, after all, he did not make his fortune?" Mrs. Wentworth looked complacent. "He did if he set his mind to it," declared Mrs. Lancaster. "How about Ferdy Wickersham?" The least little light of malevolence crept into Mrs. Wentworth's eyes. Mrs.
Grinnell Rhodes says that he is ever so fond of me; that Ferdy was blowing once and said something against me, and Gordon jumped right into him said I was a friend of his, and that Ferdy should not say anything against me in his presence. He knocked Ferdy down. I tell you, when a fellow is ready to fight for another years after he has seen him, he is a good friend." Mrs.
Yes, that was just one of Ferdy's little lies," she said, in a sort of reverie. "But it was so wicked in him to tell such falsehoods about a man," exclaimed Lois, her color coming and going, her eyes flashing. Mrs. Lancaster shrugged her shoulders. "Ferdy does not like Mr. Keith, and he does like you, and he probably thought to prevent your liking him." "I detest him."
Lancaster vouchsafed no reply. "She is quite mad." "No wonder!" "Ah, yes. What do you think of her?" "That she is Ferdy Wickersham's wife or ought to be." "Ah, yes." Here was a gleam of light. "But she is so insane that very little reliance should be placed on anything that she says. In such instances, you know, women make the most preposterous statements and believe them.
Gordon wished for a moment that he had not been so daring, but the next second his fighting blood was up, as the other boy called imperiously: "Strike that flag!" Gordon could see his face now, for he was almost on him. It was round and sunburnt, and the eyes were blue and clear and flashing with excitement. His companion, who was cheering him on, was Ferdy Wickersham.
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