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True, the Tuppy-Angela problem still remained unsolved and Aunt Dahlia's five hundred quid seemed as far off as ever, but it was gratifying to feel that good old Gussie's troubles were over, at any rate.
Rather, it served to bring home to him the hard realities of the whole wretched affair. Cousin Gussie's interest was what he had banked on, and that interest was absolutely unapproachable. To write Minor at the Boston office was a possibility, of course, but, in his present frame of mind Galusha felt no hope that such a proceeding would help.
Gussie's remarks jarred on her feelings, in spite of her efforts to seem careless, but she smiled, as Gussie scornfully replied: "Well, did I ever! I guess if you searched for a sunburnt face and a blistered nose, you found them fast enough."
I remember once detaining a dentist with the drill at one of my lower bicuspids and holding him up for nearly ten minutes with a story about a Scotchman, an Irishman, and a Jew. Purely automatic. The more he tried to jab, the more I said "Hoots, mon," "Begorrah," and "Oy, oy". When one loses one's nerve, one simply babbles. I could put myself in Gussie's place. I could envisage the scene.
"Tell him so, plainly; then, and give Gussie a chance. She is not so foolish as to allow any sentimentality to come between her and a fortune." "I have already told him so, as plainly as I can, mamma. But if you think I am standing in Gussie's way, just give Hugh McNeil this message from me.
"You mean the other way around: you would ride in my carriage and I should have to start a breach-of-promise case against 'Dr. Levinsky. You'll have to look for a bigger fool than I," she concluded, with a smile It was an attractive smile, full of good nature and common sense. A smile of this kind often makes a homely face pretty. Gussie's did not.
"No; but you might have allowed him a chance to make them himself. However, all's well that ends well, and I wish someone would ask to be Gussie's protector before I am gone someone as trustworthy as Traverse. You are of an age to find life rather hard without someone's sheltering care, and it will not be long before you will both need it, for your mother is not able to see after you as you need."
Then she must be going to marry you just for your money! and now that I think of it, she said as much," said Gussie bluntly. There was no chance for further conversation, but Gussie's words raised all sorts of questions in Hugh's mind, and he watched the couple on the opposite side of the table, his hopes and fears alternately rising.
Gussie decided that it really was too fine to stay indoors, so she rose from the table to begin her preparations for church. "Seems to me you have taken to psalm-singing very suddenly," said Gussie, as Dexie accompanied her preparations with some song of David that was unfamiliar to Gussie's ears.
Now, what do you want of me, papa?" and she turned leisurely to her father again, much to Gussie's horror. "Well, Traverse called to take you for a drive, but I doubt if he will care to ask you after seeing you in such a rig." "This is not my carriage dress, my dear papa, but my working suit; but seeing that Mr.
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