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Susan sat down on the little weather-burned step, and stared down on the town below. Bocqueraz leaned on the rail, and looked at her. "Always always always," he pursued seriously. "I have known that you were somewhere in the world.
"Remember Stephen Bocqueraz that Brownie introduced to you just before supper?" asked Ella, as they went home, yawning, sleepy and headachy, the next day. Ella had been playing cards through the supper hour. "Perfectly!" Susan answered, flushing and smiling.
We've been watching you I just couldn't HELP " "My daughter is a great admirer " the man began, but the elder woman interrupted him. "We're ALL great admirers of your books, Mr. Bocqueraz," said she, "but it was Helen, my daughter here! who was sure she recognized you. We went to your lecture at our club, in Los Angeles "
Her rather evasive beauty grew more definite under his eyes; she bubbled with fun and nonsense. "You little fool!" Ella would laugh, with an approving glance toward Susan at the tea-table, and "Honestly, Sue, you were killing tonight!" Emily, who loved to be amused, said more than once. One day Miss Brown was delegated to carry a message to Mr. Bocqueraz in his study. Mrs.
The voice of Stephen Bocqueraz rang across her sanest resolution; the touch of Stephen Bocqueraz's hand burned her like a fire. Well, it had been sent to her, she thought resentfully, lying back spent and exhausted; she had not invited it.
"But they may not know it!" "I confess I don't see why," Bocqueraz said, in disapproval. "It would seem to me simple enough to " "Oh, perhaps it does seem simple, to you!" Susan defended herself wearily, "but it isn't so easy! Ella is dreadful when she's angry, I don't know quite what I will do, if this ends my being here " "Why should it?" he asked quickly.
Bocqueraz wrote that he was sending her the book of which he had spoken; he had enjoyed nothing for a long time as much as their little supper last evening; he hoped to see her and that very fine lad, Billy, very soon again. His love to them both. He was her faithful friend, all ways and always, Stephen Graham Bocqueraz.
Bocqueraz likes to do things systematically, and she told me, before Julie was out of the nursery, that she thought it was very nice for a girl to marry in her second winter in society, after a European trip. I have no doubt my daughter will announce her engagement upon her return." "To whom?" said Susan, laughing at his precise, re-signed tone.
Presently he dozed in his chair, and Susan sat staring wide-eyed before her, but seeing nothing of the dimly lighted room, the old steel-engravings on the walls, the blotched mirror above the empty grate. Long thoughts went through her mind, a hazy drift of plans and resolutions, a hazy wonder as to what Stephen Bocqueraz was doing to-night what Kenneth Saunders was doing.
A remembered line from a carelessly read poem, a reference to some play by Ibsen or Maeterlinck or d'Annunzio, or the memory of some newspaper clipping that concerned the marriage of a famous singer or the power of a new anaesthetic, this was all her learning! Stephen Bocqueraz, on the Sunday following their second meeting, called upon his wife's mother's cousin. Mrs.
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