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Oh, no, you were too much absorbed in that horrid business of yours. You drove Aunt Emma into working for the heathen, and incidentally, you did teach me one thing: you taught me what sort of a wife not to be. I learned from you never to be married after the fashion in which you and Aunt Emma are married." Delancy was not blest with an overabundant sense of humor.
Cicily, still suffering in the throes of a painful embarrassment, retorted hotly: "Uncle Jim, I'd just like to shake you!" "Oh, don't mind my gray hairs," Delancy scoffed. "And, when you're done with me, you might spank your Aunt Emma." That good woman shook her head dolorously, as the flush died from her face. "I don't know what we're coming to," she mourned.
"We really must, Delancy," insisted Rosalie as she and Geraldine turned away when Miller and Kemp tucked up their sleeves and unsheathed their knives in preparation for unpleasant but necessary details.
Nor, I suppose, about Sylvia Fenton, or that little Delancy girl, or handsome Miss what was her name?" "Hold your tongue and tell me what you mean." "Lady Mickleham," said I gravely, "if your husband has not thought fit to mention these ladies and others whom I could name to you, how could I presume ?" "Do you mean to tell me that Archie ?" "He'd only known you three years, you see."
Forgive and forget forgive and forget. There's nothing like it in this world. I'm glad to hear you talk so." The mind of Mr. Delancy did not again wander from the truth. But the shock received when it first came upon him with stunning force had taken away his keen perception of the calamity.
"But," continued Jack, "it seems to me that now the audience is select and elevated, it wants to see the same sort of things it liked to see before it was elevated." "You may laugh, Mr. Delancy," replied Carmen, throwing an earnest simplicity into her eyes, "but why shouldn't women know what is going on as well as men?"
Crosby took off his hat gallantly, and waited patiently for the lady to discover his whereabouts. "Who is it, Bob?" cried the tall one, and Crosby patted his bump of shrewdness happily. "Who have you in hiding here?" "I'm not in hiding, Mrs. Delancy. I'm a prisoner, that's all. I'm right near the top of the ladder directly in front of you. You know me only through the mails, but my partner, Mr.
The same influences were at work elsewhere, however, and two other mantels shown by accompanying illustrations, one in a house at Third and DeLancy streets and another in the Rex house, Mount Airy, show numerous variations of similar motives.
The complex affair we call the world requires a great variety of people to keep it going. At one o'clock in the morning Carmen and our friend Mr. Delancy and Miss Tavish were doing their part. Edith lay awake listening for Jack's return.
The young wife's reserve broke down a little before the keen glance that accompanied the words. "I oh, I'm interested in his spiritual development," she stammered, weakly. "Anyhow," she added defensively, "he doesn't know it!" "Thank heaven, you're still moral!" Mrs. Delancy ejaculated, in accents of huge relief. "I think I must be," was the low-spoken admission, "because because I'm so unhappy!"
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