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Milly and I both sprang up, and Tony directed himself toward us; but before he came near enough to speak, I knew that something really terrible had happened. Whether he meant to tell us the truth or not was another question.
She meant to try so hard, so very hard, to make herself into the kind of girl he was used to and liked. She cut out the picture of Tony Holiday that Max Hempel and Dick Carson had studied that day on the train. She studied it even harder and hid it away among her very special treasures where she could take it out and look at it often and use it as a model.
"Well, I didn't smash it on purpose, did I?" grumbled her brother, throwing down the paper. "I'm sorry, Tony. But it can't be helped now. You'd better be thankful I'm not out of commission myself. Came darn near being." "Oh Ted!" There was only concern and sympathy in his sister's exclamation this time. Tony adored her brothers.
'Are you going to marry that Italian lieutenant or perhaps the captain? 'That is impertinent. 'Are you? 'You forget yourself, Tony. It is not your place to ask such a question. 'Si, signorina; it is my place. If it is true I cannot be your donkey-man any longer. 'No, it is not true, but that is no concern of yours. 'Are you going on another trip Friday to Monte Maggiore? 'Yes.
The conservatory was in semi-darkness, but as Myra entered with Tony she located Don Carlos, for he happened to strike a match at that moment to light a cigarette, before seating himself in a dark corner. "Let's find a dark corner, Tony," said Myra, and guided her fiancé close to where Don Carlos was sitting close enough to be sure that the Spaniard would be able to overhear anything she said.
"It was Tiger here that was trying to show off and make himself out to be my master.... Weren't ye, Tiger?" She patted the sleek neck of her horse again as she spoke, and he pricked his ears and tossed his head as if he understood. "There isn't any horse or man who is going to master Myra Rostrevor," she added. "That sounds like a challenge, Myra," drawled Tony Standish smilingly.
How Jim could have scrubbed Tony to such shining blackness she could not tell, for the horse in his natural state was ingrained with lime-dust, that burnt the colour out of his coat as it did out of Jim's hair. Now he pranced martially, and was a war-horse every inch of him. Having discovered Jim her next search was for Mrs.
The Christmas week passed by, and the new year came in, cold and bleak, but Tony was well secured against the weather, and liked the frosty air, which made it pleasant to run as fast as he could from place to place as he delivered his parcels.
I began to read his father's version of the separation from his mother, with its ironic references to her most intimate friend. "Marion would like to see Laura Bowman ship Tony and marry Jim Edwards. I swear the modern woman has played bridge so long that her idea of the most serious obligation in life the marriage vow is, 'Never mind.
Once Louisa and I became desperate and got Tony to open a window. The forelady had a fit; so did Tillie. Both claimed they'd caught cold. Tony is the Louis of the brassworks. He is young and very lame—one leg considerably shorter than the other. It makes me miserable to see him packing heavy boxes about. He told me he must get another job or quit. Finally they did put him at a small machine press.
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