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"I'm afraid you wouldn't think me sporting at all in that case. But then I don't think you'd have been able to save anybody I really wanted as you did Mr. Billett." She spoke slowly. "Even with that very capable looking right hand. But in case you're still worried " "I'm not, really." She paid no attention. "In case you're still worried what I told Mr. Billett was true.
Then he went into his room. "Mr. Theodore Billett," said the address on the letter, "252A Madison Ave., N. Y. C.," and down in the lower corner, "Kindness of Mr. Oliver Crowe." He thought he might very well ask for the latter phrase on Ted's and Elinor's wedding invitations.
Then she grew a little earnest. "I don't suppose it was Mr. Billett I wanted so exactly," she mused. "It was more Mr. Billett's age Mr. Billett's undeniable freshness if you see. I'm not quite a Kipling vampire no a vampire that wants to crunch the bones or do vampires crunch bones? I believe they only act like babies with bottles nasty of them, isn't it?
Billett must be a child that has been far too well burnt this evening, not, in any imaginable future to dread the fire?" Both flushed, Ted deeper perhaps than Oliver, but neither answered. There really did not seem to be anything for them to say. She moved gently toward the door the ideal hostess.
She spread her hands at the apartment. "Well what a lot of nonsense I'm talking and keeping Mr. Billett out in the car when he's sure he has pneumonia already how unkind of me. You must think me a very immoral old woman, don't you, Oliver?" "I think you're very sporting," said Oliver, truthfully. "Not very. If I really wanted Mr. Billett, you see." Her eyes sparkled.
"Capital salmon this," said the captain; "where does Billett get it from? By the by, talking of that, did you ever hear of the pickled salmon in Scotland?" We all replied in the affirmative. "Oh, you don't take. D it, I don't mean dead pickled salmon; I mean live pickled salmon, swimming about in tanks, as merry as grigs, and as hungry as rats."
"And now, Dr. Billett, what would you say of my case?" Ted's eyes are glowing in the middle of her description his heart has begun to knock to a hidden pulse, insistent and soft as the drum of gloved fingers on velvet. He picks words carefully. "I should say Mrs. Severance that there was something you needed and wanted and didn't have at present. And that you would probably have it in the end."
And I won't do that because I'm through with it and the other thing is worth while. So there you are." "So you don't think you're in love eh Monsieur Billett?" Oliver puts irritatingly careful quotation marks around the verb. Ted twists a little. "It all seems so blamed impossible," he says cryptically. "Oh, I wouldn't call Elinor Piper that exactly." Oliver grins. "Even if she is Peter's sister.
Severance is so good at finding uses for all sorts of odd things Elizabeth felt quite sure she would find some use or other for these too. Ted Billett certainly found a good deal of use for some of it, thought Mrs. Severance whimsically.
Ted Billett is dark too, but it is a ruddy darkness with high clear color of skin.
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