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You must have learned the art of silence from these taciturn Norwegians. I think I like silent men." "Naturally," said Wyllis, "since you have decided to marry the most brilliant talker you know." Both were silent for a time, listening to the sighing of the hot wind through the parched morning-glory vines. Margaret spoke first.
Wyllis brushed the ashes of his pipe away from the silk handkerchief that was knotted about his neck and stared moodily off at the skyline. "No, you're mistaken. This would bore you after a while. You can't shake the fever of the other life. I've tried it. There was a time when the gay fellows of Rome could trot down into the Thebaid and burrow into the sandhills and get rid of it.
She was to be married the next winter, and Wyllis understood her when she begged him to take her with him on this long, aimless jaunt across the continent, to taste the last of their freedom together. It comes to all women of her type that desire to taste the unknown which allures and terrifies, to run one's whole soul's length out to the wind just once. It had been an eventful journey.
To get up at three, think what that means! No, sir, I prefer to keep my vigil and then get into a sleeper." "But what do you want with the Norwegians? I thought you were tired of dancing." "So I am, with some people. But I want to see a Norwegian dance, and I intend to. Come, Wyllis, you know how seldom it is that one really wants to do anything nowadays.
"If that is really the case," continued Miss Harson, smiling at the excited faces, "I must tell you the history of "This tree grew in Hartford, Connecticut, and it is said that before the English governor Wyllis went there to live his steward, whom he had sent on before to get a house ready for him, came near cutting down this very oak.
He wondered whether in ages gone, all the countless years of sinning in which men had sold and lost and flung their souls away, any man had ever so cheated Satan, had ever bartered his soul for so great a price. It seemed but a little while till dawn. The carriage was brought to the door and Wyllis Elliot and his sister said goodbye.
We'll see the Norwegians in character at last," cried Margaret, cordially. "See here, Lockhart, I'll settle with you for backing her in this scheme," said Wyllis, sitting up and knocking the ashes out of his pipe.
He had just parted from Auntie Yvette and Lucille Lucille whose last words as she turned to go to her room had been: "Now, understand, Dammy, what you want now is a sea-voyage, a sea-voyage to England and Monksmead. When we have got you absolutely right, Mr. Wyllis shall show you as a specimen of the Perfect Man in Harley Street and then, Dammy ..." and his burning kisses had closed her mouth.
Wyllis somehow understood that strain of gypsy blood in his sister, and he knew where to take her.
"She's done crazy things enough on this trip, but to talk of dancing all night with a gang of half-mad Norwegians and taking the carriage at four to catch the six o'clock train out of Riverton well, it's tommyrot, that's what it is!" "Wyllis, I leave it to your sovereign power of reason to decide whether it isn't easier to stay up all night than to get up at three in the morning.
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