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With a weary, world-worn gesture he absently brushed this back into place from moment to moment. His thick eyeglasses were suspended by a narrow ribbon of black satin. His collar was low and his loosely tied cravat was flowing of line. "Out of condition," said Wilbur, expertly. "Looks pasty." "But very, very distinguished," supplemented Winona.
They had begun at once to employ upon him the oldest arts known to woman, and he was not flustered or "gauche" a word Winona had lately learned. Beyond her divining was the truth that he would much rather have been talking to Starling Tucker. She thought he was merely trying to look bored, and was doing it very well.
Lyman, in the speech of Newbern, had for eight years been going with Winona. But as the romantically impatient and sometimes a bit snappish Mrs. Penniman would say, he had never gone far. Winona rejoiced a year later when golf promised, at least for a summer, to snatch Wilbur Cowan from the grimy indistinction of a mechanic's career.
"Ought to be soundly trounced," declared the judge. "That's what I always say." "This is the worst yet," continued Mrs. Penniman. She liked the suspense she had created. With an unerring gift for oral narrative, she toyed with this. She must first tell how she got it. "You know that georgette waist Mrs. Ed Seaver is having?" "Have they done something awful?" Winona demanded.
He had felt affronted that any one could suppose one bottle of anything would make a new man of him; and inconsistently enough affronted that any one should suppose he needed to be made a new man of. He had not liked the phrase at all. "And now perhaps you will tell us " began Winona, her lips again tightening. But the Wilbur twin could not yet be brought down to mere history.
But the war prolonged itself as only he and Winona had felt it would, and presently it began to be hinted that a great nation, apparently unconcerned with its beginning, might eventually be compelled to a livelier interest in it. Herman Vielhaber was a publicly exposed barometer of this sentiment.
I showed him a lot of this sort of literature which I had been collecting, and he confessed that it was poor stuff, exceedingly sorry rubbish; and I ventured to add that the legends which he had himself told us were of this character, with the single exception of the admirable story of Winona. He granted these facts, but said that if I would hunt up Mr.
She was also heard to say Winona heard it that he was an awfully stunning chap. Harvey D. Whipple was now a member of the party, beaming proudly upon his son. And Sharon Whipple came presently to survey the group. He winked at Wilbur, who winked in return. After refreshments the young gentlemen withdrew to smoke.
Duchess, bear witness, 'twas her coldness drove me to the rash act she with her beauty that maddens all be-holders!" Winona was shocked, yet not unpleasantly, at these monstrous implications. She dreaded to have him begin and yet she would have him. She tried to sign to him now that matters were to the fore too grave for clumsy fooling, but he only took the book from her hand to read its title.
Breathless he paused. "Spent all his money!" intoned Merle. "And he bought me this knife, too." He displayed it, but merely as a count in the indictment for criminal extravagance. He had gone to the hammock to sit by Winona. He needed her. He had been too long unconsidered. The sputtering gift-bringer bestowed the orange upon Mrs.
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