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Louie was prettier and more lively. She was having a gay career of flirtations, when Henrietta joined her. She did not at all want a younger sister, particularly a sister with a pretty complexion. Three years of parties had begun to tell on her own, which was of special delicacy.
Wickersham had decided upon the first of May, and after the silence had become a throbbing thing Big Louie decided, instinctively, that he would let go until later the demand which he had planned to make for a raise to meet that raise which, so he had heard it gossiped in town, was being paid the men in the northern lumber-camps.
His mind was full of vague and yet urgent thoughts as to what became of girls in large towns with no one to look after them, things he had heard said at the public-house, things he had read. He had never dreamt of leaving Louie to Aunt Hannah's tender mercies. Of course he must take her away when he could. She was his charge, his belonging.
The wild circling moor seemed suddenly to have gained a mysterious interest. 'Didn't I tell yo he wor gone silly? said Louie, triumphantly, at his elbow. 'He's not gone that silly, onyways, but he can freeten little gells, remarked David, dryly, instinctively putting out an arm, meanwhile, to prevent her disturbing the poor sleeper. 'I worn't freetened, insisted Louie; 'yo were!
She knitted conspicuously, as a protest against bandage practice; giving to her soft and gentle action an air of energy inimical to her three unmarried daughters. And not even Louie had the heart to tell her that all her knitting had to be unravelled overnight, to save the wool. "A set of silly women, getting in Kitchener's way, and wasting khaki!"
Blondheim; it's delicious." Mrs. Blondheim partook and nibbled between her front teeth. "I got a grand recipe for suss und sauer liver. When we're at home my Bella always says, 'Mamma, let's have some liver and gedämftes fleisch for lunch." "Do you soak your liver first?" inquired Mrs. Epstein. "My Louie won't eat nothin' suss und sauer. It makes me so mad.
'Adieu, Monsieur say nothing there is nothing to be said go! He went out bewildered, and the two in their amazement walked mechanically to their own door. 'She is mad! said Louie, her eyes blazing, when they paused and looked at each other. 'She must be mad. What did she say? 'What happened? was all he could reply. 'I threw down that old glass it wasn't my fault I didn't see it.
"Then," said Frances with decision, "you must try to bear it. You must take the rough with the smooth, as Anthony and I do." And as soon as she had said it she was sorry. It struck her for the first time that her sisters were getting old. It was no use for Auntie Louie, more red and more rigid than ever, to defy the imminence of her forty-ninth birthday.
David poured out his legal fictions hastily, three parts convinced of them at any rate, and watched eagerly for their effect on Louie. She tossed her head scornfully. 'Doan't b'lieve it. Yo're jest tellin lees to get shut o' me. Nex summer if yo doan't send for me, I'll run away, whativer yo may say. So yo know.
Fleming, and Louie and Emmeline and Edith, and the disgraceful Maurice, all five of them useless pensioners on his brother's bounty; Maurice a thing of battered, sodden flesh hanging loose on brittle bone, a rickety prop for the irreproachable summer suit bought with Anthony's money.
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