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Updated: May 5, 2025
Once on the sand, which ran away, tickling each step she took, her spirits, it must be admitted, went just a little crazily off. The window, you see, where Marylin sewed her buttonholes six days the week, faced a brick wall that peeled with an old scrofula of white paint. Coney Island faced a world of sky.
But, remember, silence is golden. If you feel any inclination of getting fussy, remember that I am a lawyer, and that I can prove I took your claim in good faith. Also, the Southerners are notoriously hot-tempered, deplorably addicted to firearms, and I don't think you would look a pretty sight if you happened to get shot full of buttonholes."
He twisted and contorted his body; he stretched his arms in their sockets until twin pangs of agony met and crossed between his shoulder blades, and with his two exploring hands he pulled and fumbled and pawed and wrenched and wrested, to make further headway at his task. But the sewing-on had been done with stout thread; the buttonholes were taut and snug and well made.
Matilda, the competent, skilled Matilda, was inexplicably incompetent at this function. So clumsy, so nervous was she, that Mrs. De Peyster was moved to ask with a little irritation what was the matter. Matilda hastily assured her mistress that there was nothing nothing at all; and buttoned a few more buttonholes over the wrong buttons. As she followed the fully garbed and thickly veiled Mrs.
The aristocratic young reprobate gave the hand a critical glance, and replied: "Perhaps she thought you didn't know what buttons and buttonholes were made for." "Thunder!" exclaimed the miner, with an expression of countenance which Archimedes might have worn when he made his famous discovery.
The girl looked up, understood, stopped her machine, and, hastily gathering some pieces together that wanted buttonholes, went off into the little inner room and shut the door. Dora knelt and with restless hands put the bit of fire together. She had just thrown a handkerchief over her canaries.
She stitched them in her father's workshop, which was more comfortable than a stranger's, and better fitted for evading the Factory Acts. To-night she was radiant in silk and jewelry, and her pert snub nose had the insolence of felicity which Agamemnon deprecated. Seeing her, you would have as soon connected her with Esoteric Buddhism as with buttonholes.
Was it he, she would like to know, who was to pay for her dress if it were spoiled? She wore black silk, so tight that the buttonholes were burst out, and it showed white on the shoulders, while the skirt was so scant that she could not take a long step. The other women, however, looked at her silk with envy. She took no notice of Gervaise, who sat by the side of her mother-in-law.
He seems to have regarded posture-making as a peculiar attribute of genius. His figures are always in a constrained and over-studied pose: twisting about in the throes of giving birth to a great idea: filled with the divine afflatus, even to the bursting of their buttonholes and the snapping of their braces.
And, after all, whatever your personal views may be, psychical research is a perfectly serious subject." "And what about Denis?" Denis made a deprecating gesture. "I have no accomplishments," he said, "I'll just be one of those men who wear a thing in their buttonholes and go about telling people which is the way to tea and not to walk on the grass." "No, no," said Anne. "That won't do.
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