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Besides, it's getting late." "She!" said Jim, rising and pointing luridly to Clariss. "She's Love. And HE's the Working People. The hope is these two " He jerked a thumb at Aaron Sisson, after having indicated Mrs. Browning. "Oh, how awfully interesting. It's quite a long time since I've been a personification. I suppose you've never been one before?" said Clariss, turning to Aaron in conclusion.
I axed Clem Dill ef he knowed anything about it, an' Clem 'lowed Liz had kind o' made fun o' Sally about you gittin' tired uv 'er, an' one thing ur other. I dunno; I cayn't keep up with sech things. I jest try to find 'em out once in awhile because Clariss' is sech a hand to want to know.
"Who's your husband? Anybody?" "Rather!" came the deep voice of Clariss. "He sees to that." Jim stared, grinning, showing his pointed teeth, reaching nearer and nearer to Clariss who, in her frail scrap of an evening dress, amethyst and silver, was sitting still in the deep black hearth-rug, her arm over Julia's knee, taking very little notice of Jim, although he amused her.
"She's yore sister, Clariss," he chuckled, in spite of the gravity of the situation, "an' I'd hate to be in yore re'ch ef you wus to lose any more uv yore mind. As it is, you " "I wish you'd shet up!" broke in his wife; "this ain't no time fer foolishness." Then they drew their chairs up to the fireplace and sat down.
"You may have my overcoat an'" after a pause "my best Sunday shirt, too, ef she hain't loaded 'er bed in that wagon an' 's a-comin' this way as big as the side of a house. She's comin' back heer, Clariss, Lordy, Lordy!" They all ran to the window again and stood breathlessly watching the oncoming wagon. "She's off 'er nut now, I know," said Peter.
I reckon you'll have to manage 'er, Clariss." Mrs. Slogan sank back on the bench of the loom, but she didn't set the thing in motion; she had an idea that the slightest sound might draw the attention of the bustling inmate of the room across the passage, and just then she was not prepared to exchange greetings.
22nd. This morning, hearing that the Queene grows worse again, I sent to stop the making of my velvet cloak, till I see whether she lives or dies. 23rd. The Queene slept pretty well last night, but her fever continues upon her still. It seems she hath never a Portuguese doctor here. 24th. Prujeon painted by Streater, and a print of "Opinion sitting on a tree," thus inscribed: "Viro clariss, Dno.
"No, I don't think I have," he answered. "I hope personification is right. Ought to be allegory or something else?" This from Clariss to Robert. "Or a parable, Clariss," laughed the young lieutenant. "Goodbye," said Tanny. "I've been awfully bored." "Have you?" grinned Jim. "Goodbye! Better luck next time." "We'd better look sharp," said Robert, "if we want to get the tube."
"It would be rather fun," said Tanny. "Wouldn't it!" cried Josephine. "Oh, Josey, dear!" cried Julia hysterically. "Isn't she a red-hot Bolsher! I should be frightened." "No!" cried Josephine. "I should love it." "So should I," said Jim, in a luscious sort of voice. "What price machine-guns at the end of the Strand! That's a day to live for, what?" "Ha! Ha!" laughed Clariss, with her deep laugh.
The party hurried through the rainy narrow streets down to the Embankment station. Robert and Julia and Clariss were going west, Lilly and his wife were going to Hampstead, Josephine and Aaron Sisson were going both to Bloomsbury. "I suppose," said Robert, on the stairs "Mr. Sisson will see you to your door, Josephine. He lives your way." "There's no need at all," said Josephine.
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