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And the Henniker there at the door, in her yellow-and-black dressing-gown and curl-papers, holding her candle above her head, and looking from one to the other. "Who was talking?" she demanded again, turning to Hawkesbury. Hawkesbury, smiling, returned to his bed, as he replied, "Oh, nothing. I think I must have been dreaming, and woke in a fright."
Marcella made a face. "Poor little thing! I always think of the remark about the Queen in 'Alice in Wonderland. 'A little kindness, and putting her hair in curl-papers, would do wonders for her. She is so limp and thin and melancholy. As for him isn't there a race or a prize-fight we can send him to?" Mrs. Allison tapped her lightly on the lips.
My first day's holiday seemed to me to have been quite a success. I woke next morning at seven, or perhaps I should say I was awakened by Gertie 'Uggins, who to judge from the noise was apparently engaged in wrecking the sitting-room. I looked at my watch, and then halloed to her through the door. The tumult ceased, and a head, elaborately festooned with curl-papers, was inserted into the room.
Your cousin's line will die, undishonoured, with him. The crimes of many men will die in me. No further harm will be done if Jack never knows. And I hope and believe he never will. Good-night." Betty slept fitfully, her dreams haunted by Miss Trumbull's expression of outraged virtue surrounded by curl-papers.
Her furniture was topsy-turvy, and her hair in curl-papers; she obviously did not expect visitors, and resented this curtailment of the honeymoon. She showed it even when Dorothea, after apologies, came straight to the point: "Polly, I am very unhappy." "Indeed, Miss?" "You know that I must be, since M. Raoul is going to that horrible war-prison rather than let the truth be known."
It's the pettiest thing to record, I know, but she could wear curl-papers in my presence. It was her idea, too, to "wear out" her old clothes and her failures at home when "no one was likely to see her" "no one" being myself. She allowed me to accumulate a store of ungracious and slovenly memories.... All our conceptions of life differed. I remember how we differed about furniture.
While as for her hair, the bulk and number of the curl-papers it was still screwed up in spoke volumes of what its release would reveal to an astonished Sunday afternoon when its hour should come not far off now. There was a man in the darkened bar, smoking a long clay.
She had taken down her curl-papers, and there was a soft roll of fair hair like an aureole over her forehead; her face was as delicately fine and clear as porcelain. Suddenly she looked up, and the tender red flamed all over her face and neck. "Mother," said she. "What say?" "I've been thinking I don't see how we're goin' to have any wedding in this room.
Her head was washed as well and her hair plaited into little braids, which were rolled up one by one and wound in curl-papers and fastened to her head, under a net. Her cheeks and neck shone like transparent china with the rosy blood coursing underneath. When she was done, Mam'selle Julie went off to the other communicants.
But, my dear fellow, how is one to do without these pretty creatures seeing them undress, twist up their hair, smile cunningly through their fingers as they screw up their curl-papers, put on all their airs and graces, tell all their lies, declare that we don't love them when we are worried with business; and they cheer us in spite of everything." "Yes, by the Power!
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