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One of them kissed him and told him not to cry, but he had no thought of crying. He became aware of the thing in his hands. "See my shell I found at Grammer's!" The invitation was a general one. They looked in silence and some of them moved about, and then through a doorway he saw in the next room an object long and dark and shining set on two chairs.
"I don't like to go to him on such an errand, Grammer," she said, brokenly. "But I will, to ease your mind." It was with extreme reluctance that Grace cloaked herself next morning for the undertaking. She was all the more indisposed to the journey by reason of Grammer's allusion to the effect of a pretty face upon Dr.
Grammer's school, he found himself one summer in a little watering-place on the shores of an English lake as blue as a china plate, set amid ranges of high green hills, on which nestled pretty white or brown villas surrounded by gardens and parks. The water was a new element for Gordon.
Again he was the sole passenger and he called to the old driver, to whom nothing at all seemed to have happened because of his filching fruit. "See my shell I found at Grammer's!" But the old man was blind to beauty.
Varnished pine-cones, flint arrow-heads, statuettes set on worsted mats, tiny strange boxes rarely ornamented you mustn't even shake them to see if they contained anything a small stuffed alligator in the act of climbing a pole; a frail cup and saucer; a watch-chain fashioned from Grammer's hair probably long before she fell into evil habits; a pink china dog that simpered; a dusty black cigar with a gay red-and-gold belt that had once upon a time been given to Gramper by a gentleman in Chicago; a silver cup inscribed "Baby"; a ball of clearest glass, bigger than any marble, with a white camel at its centre looking out unconcernedly; a gilded horseshoe adorned with a bow of blue ribbon; an array of treasure, in short, that made one suspect the Beans might have been something after all if only they had tried.
An improvement on Grammer's idea entered the mind of Mrs. Melbury, for she had lately discerned what her husband had not that Grace was rapidly fascinating the surgeon. She therefore drew near to Fitzpiers. "You should be where Mr. Winterborne is standing," she said to him, significantly.
Then, through the compelling force of associated ideas, there seemed to come to him the faint sweet scent of lilac blossoms ... the vision of a lilac clump revolving both vertically and horizontally ... the noisome fumes of Grammer's own pipe. "Too much for you, eh? Ha, ha, ha!" It was the scoundrel from Hartford, malignantly cheerful. He was inhaling a cubeb cigarette.
There would surely be others less benighted who must acclaim the shell's charm. Presently he was at the familiar front gate and his father, looking unusual, somehow, came to lift him down. "See my shell I found at Grammer's!" "Your mother is dead." "See my shell I found at Grammer's!" "Your mother is dead." It was the sinister iteration by which he was stricken, rather than the news itself.
She was like an inexperienced actress who, having at last taken up her position on the boards, and spoken her speeches, does not know how to move off. The thought of Grammer occurred to her. "I'll go at once and tell poor Grammer of your generosity," she said. "It will relieve her at once." "Grammer's a nervous disease, too how singular!" he answered, accompanying her to the door.
Vine, moistening the end of a new pipe in his perry. 'I can call at her grammer's for her 'twill be all in my way. Margery duly followed up her intention by arraying herself the next morning in her loveliest guise, and keeping watch for Mr. Vine's appearance upon the high road, feeling certain that his would form one in the procession of carts and carriages which set in towards Exonbury that day.
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