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But she was casually adopted by this family of friendly women who, when they were not being mobbed or arrested, took dancing lessons or went picnicking up the Chesapeake Canal or talked about the politics of the American Federation of Labor. With the congressman's secretary and the teacher Carol leased a small flat. Here she found home, her own place and her own people.
He plead, for once, a Congressman's impudence, and without her objection, wound that great crown of woman's glory around her head, and, as he did so, the perfection of her form and skin, and the overrunning health and height of the Virginia girl, struck him so thoroughly that he said: "Miss Joyce, I don't wonder that Virginia is the mother of Presidents."
One afternoon, about three weeks after her return from Washington, Alice received a letter through the mail. The envelope bore the words "House of Representatives" printed in one corner, and in the opposite corner, in a bold running hand, a Congressman's frank, "Hamilton M. Brown, M.C." The letter read as follows: House of Representatives, Washington, D.C., March 30, 187-.
The game had been strongly commended to her by a congressman's daughter, with whom she had ascended to the top of the Washington Monument. When the Secretary, having recovered his breath, asked if she felt strong enough to attempt such a vigorous game, she was moved to silvery laughter. She told what she had accomplished during three short days in Washington.
He pleaded, for once, a Congressman's impudence, and without her objection wound that great crown of woman's glory around her head, and as he did so, the perfection of her form and skin, and the overrunning health and height of the Virginia girl, struck him so thoroughly that he said: "Miss Joyce, I don't wonder that Virginia is the mother of Presidents."
And while she prayed on for weeks and months patiently, persistently, day by day, the distress was gone, the sweet peace remained in the assurance that the result was surely coming. And so it was coming all those days down in the thick air of Washington's lower house, and so it did come. What was the consequence to her? She was a congressman's wife.
Some nights he could be seen stealing away from the congressman's residence. On others he could be seen leaving the neighborhood of the school, with a spade in one hand and a few carpenter's tools in the other. He went to the congressman, who was a polished orator with a national reputation, in order that he might purge his oration from its impurities of speech.
Gashwiler here looked as if he would not mind to have been rallied a little over his intimacy with the fair one; but the astute Mr. Wiles was at the same moment making up his mind, after interpreting the Congressman's look and manner, that he must know this fair incognita if he wished to sway Gashwiler. He determined to bide his time, and withdrew.
Duncan, in astonishment. Cynthia's simple announcement had indeed caused something of a panic among the gentlemen present. Mr. Duncan had jumped up from his seat beside the door, and Mr. Worthington, his face anything but impassive, tightened his hold on the congressman's arm. "Good God, Sutton!" he exclaimed, "can this be true?" As for Cynthia, she was no less astonished than Mrs.
Next, we turned down the Congressman's son and the Governor's right as a trivet, I confess it. Next the Senator's son and the son of the Vice-President of the United States perfectly right, there's no permanency about those little distinctions. Then you went for the aristocracy; and I thought we had struck oil at last yes.
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