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Fifteen minutes later Pinky, splashing in a cool tub, heard the voice of Miz' Merz high-pitched with excitement and a certain awful joy: "Miz' Brewster! Oh, Miz' Brewster! I found a moth in Mr. Brewster's winter flannels!" "Oh!" in choked accents of fury from Pinky; and she brought a hard young fist down in the water spat! so that it splashed ceiling, hair, and floor impartially.
The door of the treasure-house of Wisdom stands ever open. Burnet, History of Greek Philosophy. E. J. Bevan, Stoics and Sceptics. Royce, The Spirit of Philosophy. Merz, History of European Thought in the Nineteenth Century. Throughout this course of lectures, now come to its close, we have together been engaged in a theoretical inquiry.
He did not play politics, and seek to foment trouble for the Republic as so many of our old and noble families did. Now, thank heaven, they are among our most faithful workers for la patrie. "But, see you, Count Marchand owned a small estate near Merz, which is just over the border in Germany.
I can do that ... merz, kerz, smerz, he went on in a hoarse voice poking his face forward, and brandishing his fingers. Tartaglia began barking at him, while Emil burst out laughing. The old man turned sharply back. All the talk he had had in French, German, and Italian was ringing in his ears. 'Engaged! he whispered as he lay in bed, in the modest apartment assigned to him. 'And what a beauty!
"Yes. Mummy, is it boiled honestly? on a day like this?" "With onions," said Mrs. Brewster firmly. Fifteen minutes later Pinky, splashing in a cool tub, heard the voice of Miz' Merz, high-pitched with excitement and a certain awful joy: "Miz' Brewster! Oh, Miz' Brewster! I found a moth in Mr. Brewster's winter flannels!"
Every year, twice a year, as this box, that trunk or chest was opened and its contents revealed, Mis' Merz would say "You keepin' this, Miz' Brewster?" "That? Oh, dear yes!" Or: "Well I don't know. You can take that home with you if you want it. It might make over for Minnie." Yet why, in the name of all that's ridiculous, did she treasure the funeral wheat wreath in the walnut frame?
She went out and entered it quite alone, and they were out of the Marchand estate by a rear exit and on the highway to Merz before Ruth discovered that the capped and goggled chauffeur was none other than Count Allaire Marchand himself.
She included and then banished it all with one sweeping gesture. "Nothing of the kind. This is this is an anachronism." "Mebbe so," retorted Miz' Merz with equal crispness. "But it's got to be cleaned just the same. Yessir; it's got to be cleaned." They smiled at each other then, the mother and daughter.
We arranged for him to enter Merz in the guise of a wealthy Bavarian Hauptman on leave. Merz, you must understand, was quite a famous health resort before the war. Many foreigners, as well as Germans, went there to drink the waters. That is why we had a summer estate on the outskirts of Merz."
Pinky put her cool, sweet fingers into the other woman's spongy clasp. "Why, hello, Mrs. Merz! Of course when there's house cleaning I'd forgotten all about house cleaning that there was such a thing, I mean." "It's got to be done," replied Miz' Merz severely. "Nothing of the kind," she said crisply. She looked about the hot, dusty, littered room.
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