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He raised his hat and bowed low to Sophie Tarne, not offering to shake hands as the rest of them had done who where crowding around her; then he seemed to stand suddenly between them and their salutations, and to brush them unceremoniously aside. "You see to those horses, Stango and Grapp," he said, singling out the most obtrusive and the most black-muzzled of his gang.
And I never did, way down in my heart; but I got back into the same wretched nonsense, and now here's mother! "It's no use to tell me. I've done it. I've lost my right. It'll never be given back to me." "Marion I wish you could have Mr. Vireo to talk to you; or Luclarion Grapp. Won't you come home with me, and let them come to see you? They know about these things, dear."
Who shall discriminate for me, and keep things true and unconfused at the source?" "Your sister, Mr. Vireo, Luclarion Grapp," Desire repeated, promptly. "And yourself?" "Yes; I and Hazel, all we can. We help them. And now there will be Miss Argenter. As Hazel said, 'We all of us know the Muffin-man. How queer that that ridiculous play should come to mean so much with us!
I've promised Miss Grapp to take her bakery, and manage it for her, for a year or so." "Who is Miss Grapp?" exclaimed Frank, pausing between the words in his astonishment. Ray laughed. "Haven't I told you? I thought everybody knew. It's too long a story for the door-step. When you come again" "That'll be to-morrow." "I'll tell you all about it."
Only hers was the house the Lord builds; and the stories of it, and all the sentences of the story, were the things He daily puts together. Desire was out. She had gone down to Neighbor Street, to see Luclarion Grapp.
I should like your thoughts upon it. For, you see, I have hardly yet got acquainted with my ground. From what my sister tells me, I think your work leads naturally up to mine. I should like to find out whether it is quite ready for the join." "I haven't much work," said Desire. "Luclarion Grapp has; and Miss Kirkbright, and Mr. Vireo. I only help, with some money that belongs to it."
And so Ray had taken her down to Neighbor Street, to Luclarion Grapp. "But the sin stays. You can't wipe the fact out; and you've got to take the consequences," said Marion Kent to the strong, simple woman to whom she came as to a second-seer, to have her spiritual destinies revealed to her. "Yes," said Luclarion, gravely, but very sweetly, "you have. But the consequences wear out.
"You can do something now that all the world wants done; that's as good as a gold mine, and ever so much better," said Luclarion Grapp. Then she had a laundry.
"Couldn't I get a place in some asylum, or hospital, do you think, Miss Grapp? To be anything an under nurse, or housemaid, or a cook to make gruels? So that I could do for poor women and little children? That would seem to come the very nearest.
Yet when we read it in a written story, we call it the contrivance of the writer, the trick of the trade. Dearly beloved, the writer only catches, in such poor fashion as he may, the trick of the Finger, whose scripture is upon the stars. Marion Kent is received into the Ingraham home. Hilary Vireo and Luclarion Grapp preach the gospel to her. "Christ died."
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