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Updated: June 14, 2025
Three quietly active points of light showed the location of his listeners. Gloria was now half sitting, half lying, in Anthony's lap. His arm was around her so tightly that she could hear the beating of his heart. Richard Caramel, perched on the apple-barrel, from time to time stirred and gave off a faint grunt.
"Oh, let me alone, please," said Sasha. Then he went down the street to the gymnasium, a little fellow wearing a large cap and carrying a satchel on his back. Olenka followed him noiselessly. "Sashenka," she called. He looked round and she shoved a date or a caramel into his hand.
She laid the duck down again and covered it, a little regretfully, with the spinnaker. She took up the jampot which contained the caramel pudding. Her face brightened as she looked at it. "By the way, Cousin Frank," she said. "That word is inviolable." "That word?" "The sanctuary and secret word," said Priscilla.
Gone since ha' past six. TANA: Yes. Company. Mistah Caramel, Mistah and Missays Barnes, Miss Kane, all stay here. PARAMORE: I see. TANA: I no un'stan'. PARAMORE: They've been having a fling. TANA: Yes, they have drink. Oh, many, many, many drink. PARAMORE: One of the Japanese instruments. TANA: I play flu-u-ute, Japanese flu-u-ute. PARAMORE: What song were you playing?
You will find your laddie's soiled collars in his waste-paper basket; his slippers will depend from the corner of the picture you had framed for him on his last birthday; his dress-suit will be crumpled upon his wardrobe shelf, and his chiffonier be heaped with a conglomeration of foils, neckties, dead boutonnières, visiting-cards, base-balls, odd gloves, notebook, handkerchiefs, railway guides, emptied envelopes, caramel papers, button hooks, fugitive verses, blacking brushes, inkstand, hair brushes the mother who reads this can complete the inventory, if she has abundant patience, and time is no object with her.
Gloria, coming in from the theatre with Richard Caramel, found him on the lounge, silently staring at the high ceiling, more depressed and discouraged than he had been at any time since their marriage. She wanted him to whine.
I am sure she was crossed in love by her eyes. Very hard to bargain with that sort of a woman. I disturbed her at her devotions that morning. But glad to communicate with the outside world. Our great day, she said. Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel. Sweet name too: caramel. She knew I, I think she knew by the way she. If she had married she would have changed.
The old woman begged earnestly to be taken to the hospital, but on examining her nook I found that the old woman was not particularly poor. She had a chest full of effects, a teapot with a tin spout, two cups, and caramel boxes filled with tea and sugar. She knitted stockings and gloves, and received monthly aid from some benevolent lady.
And poetry! Lordy, I can't make two lines rhyme. Well, I should worry!" Richard Caramel with difficulty restrained a shout of laughter. Gloria was chewing an amazing gum-drop and staring moodily out the window. Mrs. Gilbert cleared her throat and beamed. "But you see," she said in a sort of universal exposition, "you're not an ancient soul like Richard."
"I think it is the duty of rich women to know all about frying things as well as eating them," she said, as she took a third caramel. "Quite true. Having money isn't always keeping it" "Oh, papa has loads of money enough for all of us," she remarked, easily. "It isn't that. I'd never cook if I were poor, anyway; that would be the last thing I'd ever dream of doing.
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