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Giggles of laughter were wafted back to us. Miss Springle is a rather pretty girl, with thick black hair. Antony strode forward and joined us. Augustus dropped behind to speak to Wilks. "You must stand with me," Antony said, "I will protect you as well as I can, and the chances are against the shot coming my way twice in one day." He was so gay. Never have I had so delightful a walk.
Peter Springle executes his work with satisfaction and despatch; his work is second to none in Kentucky; no one surpasses him; he is a noted horseshoer; he does nothing but shoe horses." He looked at Peter inquiringly. "That sounds more like it," admitted Peter. "Is that enough?" "Oh, if that's all you can say!""'Mr.
"I call all these modern sporting-costumes indecent, and when I was a girl I should have been whipped for coming out shooting in the things you have got on, Miss Springle!" "Really! you don't say so!" said Miss Springle, innocently, "Why, I never heard they shot birds in Liverpool, Mrs. Dodd." I interfered. The expression of my elder guest's face was becoming apoplectic.
"I like statues," said Miss Springle. "Well, she was just a perfect specimen of a woman, but Missus Dodd wouldna let me purchase her, because the puir thing wasna dressed. I didna think it could matter in marble." "What's that you are saying about Mrs. Dodd?" demanded that lady from across the table, dodging the chrysanthemums.
Lady Wakely, sleepily knitting and addressing an occasional observation to her neighbor; the rest of the women silent as the grave, except Miss Springle and Mrs. Dodd, who sparred together like two cats. The men could talk of nothing but the war news which had come by the afternoon post. There was a gloom over the whole party. How on earth was I to escape from the oppression?
"I was telling Miss Springle, my dear, of the statue of 'Innocence' I wanted to buy at the Exhibition at Paris," replied Mr. Dodd, meekly, "and that you wouldna let me on account of the scanty clothing." "Innocence, indeed!" snorted Mrs. Dodd. "Pretty names they give things over there! And her clothing scant, you call it, Wullie?
Then you will gradually get a pleasant society round you, and you need not trouble about the Dodds and the Springers no, Springle was their name, wasn't it?" "Yes. It is so kind of you, all this thought for me. Oh, Sir Antony, I have nothing to say!" I faltered. He frowned. "Do not call me Sir Antony, child. It hurts me. You must not forget we are cousins.
Antony now began to talk to me quietly. He said very little. His voice was particularly cool and collected. He never once looked at me. I was grateful for that. I felt as if I could not bear to see sympathy in his eyes. He also talked to Lady Wakely, on his other hand, and chaffed beyond to Miss Springle. And so the dinner passed, and the ladies rose to leave the dining-room, Mr.
Dodd, in your long cashmere," Miss Springle continued. "And Mr. Dodd told me, when I met him coming from the bath this morning, to be sure not to wear any colors they frighten the birds. I am certain he will object to that yellow paradise-plume in your hat." Mrs. Dodd looked ready to fight. "Mr. Dodd had better talk to me about my hat!" she said, growing purple in the face.
And off she sent him, but not without a parting shot from Miss Springle. "Mind you put on a blue velvet smoking-suit, Mr. Dodd, dear. I do love gentlemen in smoking-suits," she said, giggling. Tea was a terrible function. Oh, the difference to the merry tea at Harley!
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