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They were going to dine with the Crothers', and Joe was nervous about it. "Come on, Ethel, hurry up!" "Yes, love, I'm almost ready now. Are you sure the car is at the door?" "It's been there nearly half an hour!" "That's good. Just a minute more." As he angrily lit a cigarette, she looked in the glass at him and smiled.
So the situation was ripe for Crothers to use Cynthia and the doubtful Hertford against Morley, and, incidentally, the Company against Morley.
Then he knocked, and went in at the word of command to enter. "Just conversationing with yourself?" he asked. "Yes. Poor company's better than none. Sit down, Mr. Greeley; you're always welcome." "I brought some news. Crothers' factory is plumb burnt to the ground." "Land sakes!" ejaculated the little doctor in the idiom of her home town; "any damage besides the factory?"
Ethel frowned: "Because they well, they were all just fat in body and soul the women, I mean and the men were just making money for food and things to keep them so. Do you know what I mean that kind of New Yorker?" "I do," said Mrs. Crothers. "Was that the cause of your trouble with Joe!" "Partly yes.
"All right," he said. She was watching his face. "This is new to him," she was thinking. "You believe I don't want money!" "Yes " "Nor friends like Amy's!" "You don't seem to." "And I don't. I want friends like you and this Mr. Dwight and that odious Sally Crothers who won't even let me in at her door. And her husband yes, he'll do. Why how the circle widens!"
The few miles of The Way seemed doubled on the moist August morning; the rising sun merely drew more dampness from the sodden earth; it did not dry it; but at last Sandy saw the opening ahead which marked the clearing around Smith Crothers' factory, he heard the buzzing and warning of machinery at first he thought it was the strange sensation that was gaining force in his head, but presently he righted things and plucked up courage.
But Crothers was upon his feet also. He did not offer to come nearer, but he leaned over the desk and said quietly: "What you afraid of, lil' girl?" "You!" The word was like a hiss. "Of me? Can't you give me a kiss? I don't want to hurt you; I'm your best friend; why, see here, I'll give you a right smart new coat and hat and dress for a kiss; just a little kiss."
I'm thinking of buying both places in simply from a sense of public spirit. I ain't going to let those smiling acres go into alien hands if I know myself not if I ruin myself in the deal." "Few men would show such spirit as that, Mr. Crothers!" Lans was deeply impressed. "Well, sir, a man as has the right stuff in him gets sentimental about something. My weakness is my South!
Her thinking grew vague and uneven. . . . And more and more the picture rose of the woman friend she had counted on having Sally Crothers, who was so clever, an older woman who knew New York, knew what to do in such tangles as this, knew Joe, had known him back in that past which Ethel was trying to raise again. And it was exasperating! "If I could only get at her!" she thought.
He was stripping himself even before the two sailors were out in the sun, and by the time that Crothers and Joe Byng had realized that there was an audience of something like a thousand, including children, he was standing posed like a gladiator, with the straight-down tropic sun streaming off his ebony hide.
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