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"Bear!" repeated Anna-Rose, her chin in the air. "We haven't got much to bear. Don't let me hear you talk of bearing things, Anna-F." "I won't after dinner," promised Anna-Felicitas. They thought perhaps they had better ask somebody whether there wouldn't soon be something to eat, but the other passengers had all disappeared. They were by themselves on the gloomy deck, and there were no lights.
"It seemed a very shady thing," said Anna-Rose, having subdued the swollenness of her pocket, "to eat his chocolates and then not want to kiss him, but we don't hold with kissing, Anna-F. and me. Still, we were full of his chocolates; there was no getting away from that.
Twist, as she stuffed her pocket full and tried by vigorous patting to get it to look inconspicuous. "We're never going to forget you, Anna-F. and me. We'll write to you often, and we'll come and see you as often as you like." "Yes," said Anna-Felicitas dreamily, as she watched the shore of Long Island sliding past.
This spoilt Anna-Rose's arrival in New York. All the way up in the lift to the remote floor on which their bedroom was she was trying to brush it off, for the dress was Anna-F.'s very best one. "That's all your grips, ain't it?" said the youth in buttons who had come up with them, dumping their bags down on the bedroom floor. "Our what?" said Anna-Rose, to whom the expression was new.
We're going over to it in exactly the same pleasant spirit, Anna-F., and don't you go forgetting it and showing your disagreeable side that the dove was in when it flew across the waters to the ark, and with olive branches in our beaks just the same as the dove's, only they're those two letters to Uncle Arthur's friends."
She threw off her hat directly she got on to the sands, climbed up the rock as if it were a pulpit, and with her hands clasped round her knees poured out her plan, the long shafts of the setting sun bathing her in bright flames and making her more like Moses than ever, if, that is, one could imagine Moses as beautiful as Anna-F., thought Anna-Rose, and as felicitously without his nose and beard.
"You know if you could manage to feel a little better, Anna-F.," said Anna-Rose's voice entreatingly in her ear, "it's time we began to get off this ship." Anna-Felicitas opened her eyes, and got up all confused and self-reproachful. Everybody had melted away from that part of the deck except herself and Anna-Rose. The ship was lying quiet at last alongside the wharf.
The tears just slopped over as though no resistance of any sort were possible. Anna-Rose stared at her a moment horror-struck. "Look here, Anna-F.," she exclaimed, wrath in her voice, "I won't have you be sentimental I won't have you be sentimental...." And then she too began to cry. Well, once having hopelessly disgraced and exposed themselves, there was nothing for it but to take Mr.
Worn her out too, I daresay. I shouldn't wonder if she'd crawled off somewhere and were crying too." "Anna-F. doesn't crawl," sobbed Anna-Rose, "and she doesn't cry but I wish you'd find her." "Well, will you stay where you are while I'm away, then?" he said, looking at her from the door uncertainly.
Twist was offering her, "never to let us be anything but Its till we've taken on some men." Mr. Twist expressed surprise at this way of describing marriage, and inquired of Anna-Felicitas what she knew about Germans. "The moment you leave off being sea-sick, Anna-F.," said Anna-Rose, turning to her severely, "you start being indiscreet. Well, I suppose," she added with a sigh to Mr.
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