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Then came some music, in which Oliver sang and Miss Clendenning played his accompaniments the old plantation melodies, not the new songs and next the "wrappings up" in the hall, the host and hostess and the whole party moving out of the drawing- room in a body.
Buzz Clendenning has in the composition of his nature a very large portion of nice foolishness which makes the heart of a lonely person most comfortable.
Now and then she would lift her head as if listening for some approaching footstep. Miss Clendenning sat beside her, leaning over the hearth in her favorite attitude, her tiny feet resting on the fender. The years had touched the little lady but lightly since that night when she sat in this same spot and Oliver had poured out his heart to her.
Harassed by these doubts her eyes wandered over Oliver's slender, well-knit muscular figure as he stood whispering to Miss Clendenning. She noticed the fine, glossy hair brushed from the face and worn long in the neck, curling behind the ears.
Margaret moved closer to Miss Clendenning, stirred by a sudden impulse, as if she could even now protect her from one who had hurt her. Miss Lavinia bent forward and picked up the brass tongs that lay on the fender at her feet. She saw Margaret's gesture, but she did not turn her head. Her eyes were still watching the smouldering embers.
Lawrence is not only distinguished as a statesman and a brilliant scholar, but his manners are perfect." Miss Clendenning turned her head and looked at Richard under her eyelashes. "Where did you say he was from?" "Boston." "Boston?" A rippling, gurgling laugh floated through the room. "Yes, Boston. Why do you laugh?" "Bostonians, my dear Richard, have habits and customs, never manners.
Perhaps Jimmy should have reflected that men were being killed rapidly these days, and it was necessary that some should concern themselves with supplying the future generations; but Jimmie was in no mood to probe the philosophy of flirtation he remembered the Honourable Beatrice Clendenning, and wished he was back in Merrie England.
"That depends, Richard, on how far North you go," Miss Clendenning answered, spreading her fan as she spoke, looking in between the sticks as if searching for specimens. "In Philadelphia I find some very delightful houses, quite like our own. In New York well, I rarely go to New York. The journey is a tiresome one and the hotels abominable.
"Here she comes now; you, of course, know the fine quality of Miss Clendenning's ear." Herr Unger placed his five fat fingers over his waist-baud, bowed as low to Miss Lavinia as his great girth would permit, and said: "Ah, yes, I know. Miss Clendenning not only haf de ear she haf de life in de end of de finger. De piano make de sound like de bird when she touch it."
"It just will until we are jolly old boys with long white beards and canes, Bobby," he answered me with an affectionate grin as we rounded a corner on two wheels of the car. "Say, let's get out of this politics soon, go in for selling timber lands, marry two of the calicoes and found families. We'll call the firm Carruthers and Clendenning and I choose Sue. You can decide about your dame later."
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