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Miss Bocock said that, yes, they had been very useful, and Imogen watched her select from the graceful nosegay on her dressing-table two red roses which she pinned to her pink blouse with a heavy silver brooch representing, in an encircling bough, a mother bird hovering with outstretched wings over a precariously placed nest.
It's for that, so that Imogen may have the best of it, that she's taking Miss Bocock off Imogen's hands; you see, I see that you do. So, you just stay here and keep still about your counter-demands, while I manage it." "But Jack, you bewilder me! I ought to give my message. I hate managing." "I'll see that your message is given." "But how can you? Jack what are you planning?"
She was talking to Miss Bocock, and her serenity, as of mellow moonlight, cooled and calmed him a little so that he could wonder whether the peril was very imminent.
And as, in silence, she lightly dotted her pen over the paper under her hand, uncertain, apparently, with what words to approach the subject, it was Imogen, again, who spoke, kindly, but with a touch of impatience. "We mustn't be too long over our talk, dear. I must meet Miss Bocock at twelve." "Miss Bocock?" Valerie was vague. "Have I met her?" "Not yet.
The company seemed to thirst for every detail as to her theory of the rise of the Mycenean civilization. Mrs. Wake, for all her tact, was too wary, too observant, to fill so perfectly the part of buffer-state as was Miss Bocock. If one wanted pure amusement, with but the faintest tincture of pity to color it, the countenances of the Pottses were worth close study.
These matters took me several times to Baton Rouge that winter, and I recall an event of some interest, which most have happened in February. At that time my brother, John Sherman, was a candidate, in the national House of Representatives, for Speaker, against Bocock, of Virginia.
"I suppose so, they are such great friends; only; drudgery? She likes Miss Bocock. She likes gardening," Mary's breath was almost taken away by his tense decisiveness. "She likes Sir Basil better"; Jack said it in the freest manner, a manner that left untouched any deeper knowledge that they might both be in possession of. "Imogen likes him better, too.
These matters took me several times to Baton Rouge that winter, and I recall an event of some interest, which most have happened in February. At that time my brother, John Sherman, was a candidate, in the national House of Representatives, for Speaker, against Bocock, of Virginia.
Valerie, on sinking into the low wicker chair, and drawing her chuddah about her shoulders, drawing it closely, although the evening was not cool had expected to find Jack, or Mrs. Wake, or Miss Bocock presently beside her. She had watched, as they wandered, all of them, into the drawing-room, the hovering, long since familiar to her, of Sir Basil.
Then it appeared that Miss Bocock and Sir Basil were acquainted; they recollected each other, shook hands heartily, and asked and answered local questions. Miss Bocock's people lived not so many miles from Thremdon Hall, and, though she had been little at home of late years, she and Sir Basil had country memories in common.
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