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He had had a smaller room himself, but had been smoking there, and at this moment in that room there was a decanter and a wine-glass on the chiffonier in one corner. He had heard the bustle of the arrival, and had at once gone into the saloon prepared for the reception of the great man. "I am so sorry to give you this trouble," said Cousin George, coming forward to greet his cousin.
You could have ours and we'd move back here, only this room's too small for twin beds and the dressing table and the chiffonier." They had meant it or meant to mean it. "This is fine," old man Minick had said. "This is good enough for anybody." There was a narrow white enamel bed and a tiny dresser and a table.
It contained a small bed, a chiffonier and dresser, a table, some chairs and a trunk. It was a woman's room; one glance at the dresser told him that, and a handkerchief lying crumpled on the latter's top proved to be identical with the one he had found on the fire escape, both in its general character, and in the initial "F" in one of its borders.
From the next room, by way of opened windows and transoms, came the most lugubrious wails he thought he had ever listened to. "It it's a fiddle, isn't it?" he demanded. Amy nodded. "More respectfully, a violin. More correctly a viol-din. Amy looked at the alarm clock which decorated a corner of his chiffonier. "Penny is twelve minutes ahead of time.
At that time when I passed in review all the beloved memories and habits and mementoes that I would need to break with, one of my most agonizing thoughts was: "Never more will I be able to come and go in the ante-chamber where the chiffonier stands, nor never again be able to carry its precious little drawers to mamma."
The woodwork may be white, with the chairs to match. There should be washable cotton rag-rugs, loosely woven to be grateful to the bare feet, at the bedside and in front of the bureau, dressing-table and doorway. Where space is limited, a combined bureau and dressing-table, or even a chiffonier with a mirror, may be used.
"She is to call to-day to go into it with me more thoroughly. Thus far we've only played about the edges." Her eyes strayed toward the dressing-table as she passed it, and as she reached the door she glanced over the chiffonier.
The sense of the outline of his shoulders and his comforting black mannishness so near to her brought her almost to tears. Fiercely she fixed the sunlit summer-house, "Oh, I'm not," she said. "Not? Is it possible?" "I think life is perfectly appalling." She moved awkwardly to a little chiffonier and put down her music on its marble top. He came safely following her and stood near again.
A flower dropped from its vase, a book lying half open, a crumpled handkerchief upon his chiffonier, the pervading scent of attar of roses and dried petals all these brought him a strange sense of nearness to Rose, as a perfume may be distilled from a memory. Day by day, Isabel became more remote.
Tilda, yer net's 'alf 'angin' off you don't want yer sweet-'eart to see you all untidy like that, do you? 'Elp 'em, Polly my dear, and be quick about it! H'out with yer sewin', chicks!" Sprung up from their seats the three girls darted to and fro. The telltale spelling and copy-books were flung into the drawer of the chiffonier, and the key was turned on them.
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