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No San Francisco woman of fashion would be guilty of comfortable garments in the glorious spring weather of November if she perished in her furs. The coat, bound with silk braid, was lined with periwinkle blue, and there was a touch of the same color in her large black velvet hat.
My heart was beating furiously, and I wanted to say something, but couldn't think of anything sensible to say. When we came back to the entrance a gentleman stood there and took off his hat and she bowed, and she said to me: Till next time. I said quickly: When? Tomorrow? Perhaps, she called back. . . . Only perhaps, perhaps, oh I wish it were to-morrow already. November 13th.
Three blocks thence he appeared abreast of Miss Carvel. More remarkable still, he lifted his hat clear of his head. Virginia drew back. Mr. Hopper, with his newly acquired equanimity and poise, startled her. "May I have the pleasure," said that gentleman, "of accompanying you home?" Eugenie giggled, Virginia was more annoyed than she showed. "You must not come out of your way," she said.
She tried to think, but thoughts failed her, and she hooked her black cloth skirt and thrust her arms into her black cloth jacket with puffed sleeves. She opened her wardrobe, and wondered which hat he would like, chose one, and hastened downstairs. "You've not been long ... you look very nice. Yes, that is an improvement."
Gertrude is a very pretty girl, no matter how her hat is, and I was not surprised when Halsey presented a good-looking young man, who bowed at me and looked at Trude that is the ridiculous nickname Gertrude brought from school. "I have brought a guest, Aunt Ray," Halsey said. "I want you to adopt him into your affections and your Saturday-to-Monday list.
My practice is never very absorbing." "Then put on your hat and come. I am going through the city first, and we can have some lunch on the way. I observe that there is a good deal of German music on the program, which is rather more to my taste than Italian or French. It is introspective, and I want to introspect. Come along!"
She was a beautiful and brilliant girl, who used to come to work in the winter dressed in her summer coat, with a little woollen under-jacket to protect her from the cold, and a plain cheap felt hat, much mocked at by the American girls.
The actor, touching his hat, turned to go. To Weston, he said: "If you hear of anything in my line, bear me in mind, old man." "I will, Ned, never fear. Good-bye and good luck." The actor strolled on and the agent turned to his feminine acquaintance: "Why, Elfie St. Clair!" he exclaimed, "I haven't seen you for an age." It was Elfie St.
"I'll do it for that reason, and for another, too," she said. And then she nodded her red head, in the prettiest way, and threw in an honest smile and a wave of her hand for good measure. I was proud of her. The boy stood up and took off his hat. I could see him blush a hundred feet away. Then his mother evidently asked him a question, and he turned to answer her, and so EXIT Mr. Goward.
One comes out in the same clothes, but seclusion counts! It is well known that lurid visions haunt secluded men, monks, hermits then why not prisoners? De Barral the convict took off the silk hat of the financier de Barral and deposited it on the front seat of the cab. Then he blew out his cheeks. He was red in the face. "And then what happens?" he began again in his contained voice.
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