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'I am afraid she has shut herself up in her room. Next time you meet, she'll have forgotten all about it. Elated, but at the same time a little vexed, Violet followed Alice down to the drawing-room. 'My dear child, what a time you have been! I thought you were never coming downstairs again, said Mrs. Scully. 'Now, my dear Mrs. Barton, we really must.
It was so good of her to come, and in such weather as this; and, after having refused lunch and referred to the snow and the horses' feet, Mrs. Scully consented to lay aside her muff and boa. The young ladies withdrew, when the conversation turned on the state of the county and Lord Rosshill's fortunate escape. As they ascended the stairs they stopped to listen to Mr.
He was King Cophetua, and many times during rehearsal Alice had warned May that her reading of the character was not right; but May did not seem able to accommodate herself to the author's view of the character, and, after a few minutes, fell back into her old swagger; and now, excited by the presence of an audience, by the footlights, by the long coat under which she knew her large, well-shaped legs could be seen, she forgot her promises, and strolled about like a man, as she had seen young Scully saunter about the stable-yard at home.
"I've had a bully good time; but I'm getting a little tired. And, by the way, please remember to have the doctor send fifteen dollars to my friend McCabe here. You explain, will you, Scully?" Scully does. "From Dr. Slade's Restorium," says he, noddin' at Alvin and tappin' his forehead. "Quite a harmless gentleman, Sir." "Eh?" says I, turnin' to Alvin. "You from a nut factory? Good night!"
Charles Scully swung to a halt, poured his armful of packages into a wire basket of six-city-postcard-views for ten cents, swung open his overcoat with a sprinkling of snow on its slick-napped velvet collar, lifted his small black mustache in a smile. "Black-eyes, I'd miss three trains for you." "There's not another until the four-forty." "I should worry.
In the same way Scully had all the jobs in the fire department at his disposal, and all the rest of the city graft in the stockyards district; he was building a block of flats somewhere up on Ashland Avenue, and the man who was overseeing it for him was drawing pay as a city inspector of sewers.
Scully could not help loving you who that knows you can? I am a plain man, and say what I think. He loves you still. Why make an enemy of him, who would at a word be at your feet? Dearest Lady Gorgon, listen to me. Sir George Gorgon and Mr. Scully have already met their meeting was our contrivance. It is for our interest, for yours, that they should be friends.
Her face flashed from him to the door and back again, her anxiety almost edged with hysteria. "Come on, Jimmie out the side entrance before she gets here. May Scully ain't the company for you. You think if she was, honey, I'd I'd see myself come butting in between you this way, like like a common girl? She's not the girl to keep you straight. Honest to God she's not, honey."
During all this time the same man and woman would dance together, half-stupefied with sensuality and drink. Before long Jurgis discovered what Scully had meant by something "turning up." In May the agreement between the packers and the unions expired, and a new agreement had to be signed. Negotiations were going on, and the yards were full of talk of a strike.
As for William Pitt Scully, he had disappeared, evaporated, in the most absurd sneaking way imaginable. Lady Gorgon made good her retreat presently, with much dignity, her countenance undismayed, and her face turned resolutely to the foe. About five days afterwards, that memorable contest took place in the House of Commons, in which the partisans of Mr.
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