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Pamela kept the talk going through tea, and told them so many funny stories that they had to laugh. "If only," said Mhor, "Peter was here now the Honourable's back we would be happy." "There's a big box of hard chocolates behind that cushion," Pamela said, pointing to the sofa. It was at that moment that the door opened, and Mrs. M'Cosh put her head in. Her face wore a broad smile.
Many of them went to greater lengths and dropped promissory hints of theatre tickets and chocolates. The older men spoke plainly of orange blossoms, generally withering the tentative petals by after-allusions to Harlem flats. One broker, who had been squeezed by copper proposed to Miss Merriam more regularly than he ate.
The only things one could say of him were that he seemed to have an immense faculty of enjoyment and a considerable number of friends, who knew him as Margery and ate muffins and chocolates between tea and dinner in his rooms. He had been asked at the outset by one of these friends what sort of things he meant to "go in for." He had said that he didn't exactly know.
Are you fond of chocolates? Ruth did not answer. 'I am sending you some tomorrow. 'I shall return them. 'Then I shall send some more, and some fruit. Gifts! soliloquized Mr Vince. 'Gifts! That is the secret. Keep sending gifts. If men would only stick to gifts and quarrelling, there would be fewer bachelors.
Some day I shall find my way up here again and you must let me make my peace with a box of chocolates." He raised his hat he had not done so when she opened the door and swung off across the moor, leaving the vicar's daughter to go back and scrub Mrs. Drury's floor as it had never been scrubbed before in its life.
She and Josephine had planned to meet at the corner at four o'clock, and it was not quite half-past three, and she had given Josephine half a pound of chocolates. She did not stop to reflect a moment. Maria's impulses were quick, and lack of decision in emergencies was not a failing of hers. She made one dart to the rear of Josephine.
Ella yawned again. "Want some chocolates?" she finally asked. "Oh, thank you, Ella!" "I'll send Fannie in with 'em!" Miss Ella stood up, bent her head to study at close range an engraving on the wall, loitered off to her own room. She was rarely at home in the evening and did not know quite what to do with herself. Susan, meanwhile, walked upon air.
"It's curious, isn't it?" he said. "Here we are, you and I, meeting in the center of Europe, both lonely as the mischief, both working our heads off for an idea that may never pan out! Why aren't you at home to-night, eating a civilized beefsteak and running upstairs to get ready for a nice young man to bring you a box of chocolates? Why am I not measuring out calico in Shipley & West's?
He 'ardly got a chance of speaking to Alf next day, Mrs. Pearce being 'ere, there, and everywhere, as the saying is, and finding so many little odd jobs for Alf to do that there was no time for talking. But the day arter he sidled up to 'im when the 'ouse-keeper was out of the room and asked 'im whether he 'ad bought the chocolates.
She had a magazine, face downward, in her lap; also a one-pound box of mixed chocolates, open. Her head had fallen upon her chair-back; a position which brought the strange dark little mustache into prominence, and also threw into relief the unexpected heaviness of the jaw and neck.
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