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If she ain't put wise to what branch of the animal kingdom he twigs to, she'll not leave his roof." "Bob, if she leaves that house in the morning, for ever, won't you agree to silence, for Mrs. Gregory's sake and because Fran asks it?" "Fran's another angel, bless her heart! But you can't work it." "Leave it to me, Bob. I'll be guided by the spur of the moment."
Let me be the one to leave the room, since it isn't big enough for both of us." She darted up, and ran to the head of the table. Mrs. Gregory buried her face in her hands. "Don't you bother about me," Fran coaxed; "to think of giving you pain, dear lady! I wouldn't hurt you for anything in the world, and the person who would isn't worthy of being touched by my foot," and Fran stamped her foot.
Alongside the dot standing for Mars he drew two crescents, because Mars has two tiny moons. The children discussed the diagram. Zani ended it with a decisive remark in the language they used. Fran drew a fifth circle, placed a dot to indicate a fifth planet, and put four crescents beside it, then drew a sixth circle with a large dot and drew twelve crescents beside that.
I therefore curtly said, "Ja." A light seemed to stream across the old man's expressive features, and he asked, leaning forward to catch my words, whence I had come; "Hvarifrån kommer Ni?" "Jag kommer från England," I answered. I did so, and taking my hand in his, he clapsed it firmer than I imagined he could, and looked into my face. "You are not French?" he observed inquiringly. "I am not."
Grace exclaimed, with one of those flashes of inspiration peculiar to her sex, "that Fran is a show-girl!" Abbott started, but said nothing. Mrs. Gregory rose, and spoke through her mother's ear-trumpet, "Shall we go home, now?" "That Fran," repeated Grace, "is a show-girl! She is eighteen or nineteen years old, and she is a show-girl!" "Wouldn't it be best for you to ask her?" "Ask her? Her?
Fran wondered, her brow creasing in baffled perplexity, if it ever occurred to Mrs. Gregory that her husband might, say at some far, far distant day, grow too much interested in his secretary? Did the wife perceive his present rate of interest, and fancy, at that rate, that he might not reach a point beyond prudence?
"While, on the contrary," said Grace, "I fancy you will be put to flight in three or four days." Fran threw back her head and laughed silently while they stared at her in blank perplexity. Fran regained composure to say coolly, "I was just laughing." Then she stepped to her father's chair and handed him the sheet she had drawn from the typewriter.
Abbott loved the laced shadows of the trees upon the bared head, he adored the green lap-robe protecting her feet. The buggy-top was down and the trees from either side strove each to be first, to darken Fran's black hair with shadow upon shade. "Are you tired of fishing, Fran?" "Yes, and of being fished."
Sometimes they would smile at me, but mother had taught me never to speak to any one, but to wear a glazed look like this " "How frightfully cold!" Abbott shivered. Then he laughed, and so did Fran. They had entered Littleburg. He added wickedly, "And how dreadfully near we are getting to your home." Fran gurgled. "Wouldn't Grace Noir just die if she could see us!"
Fran. Jul. Fran. Jul. Since you've lost your Honour with your wits, I'll try what mine will do. Enter Carlos, Turks. Fran. Oh, I am lost, I'm lost dear Wife, most mighty Sir, I've brought her finely to't do not make me lose my credit with his Mahometan Grace, my Wife has a monstrous Affection for your Honour, but she's something bashful; but when alone your Magnanimousness will find her a swinger.
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