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"And after he got into the fracas, what in thunder did he run away for? Why didn't he stay and face it out? Any fool would know that if Dillingham is cleared, the suspicion would all be on him." "But, Daddy, we haven't heard his side yet. If I could just hear from him, or see him." "See him!" he exploded. "What in the name of the devil do you want to see him for? No siree!
It is supposed that her husband saved something, and keeps himself out of sight, while he looks after his family." Mr. Benedict and Mrs. Dillingham exchange significant glances. Jim is a witness of the act, and knows what it means. He leans over to Mr. Benedict, and says: "When I seen sheet-lightnin', I know there's a shower where it comes from. Ye can't fool me about ma'am Belcher's money."
After you come out you've got to be more careful about who you associate with." An awestruck silence followed the enunciation of this social law, and Rosetta Muriel addressed herself to Priscilla, whose aristocratic bearing seemed to impress her favorably. "Do you know Mrs. Sidney Dillingham?" Priscilla stared at this familiar mention of one of the society leaders in her own city.
The people smiled on me, flattered me, passed me on from one to another. I smirked back, but I did not know what I said. I was wild to be clear of the building. I thought everybody mocked me. All my roses had turned to ashes, and all through my own brazen conduct. I would have given my diploma to have Miss Dillingham know how the thing had happened, but I could not bring myself to speak first.
You, gentlemen, probably have observed it even more than I have; but when he sees a slim girl with yellow curls capering around in tights behind the footlights, a young man's imagination runs riot and he fancies her the incarnation of coquetry and the personification of vivacious loveliness. I admit it the present Mrs. Dillingham was a dancer.
Dillingham, after groping in those pockets, to find that he brought up only a dollar bill in his left hand and forty-five cents in silver in his right. He was still contemplating in awed silence this perplexing fact when Brown handed him a five-dollar bill. "Now, you run right out and get stewed to the eyebrows again," directed Brown.
What, then, was my joy, when Miss Dillingham, just before locking up her desk one evening, presented me with a volume of Longfellow's poems! It was a thin volume of selections, but to me it was a bottomless treasure. I had never owned a book before. The sense of possession alone was a source of bliss, and this book I already knew and loved.
The General revealed his vision with occasional glances through half-closed eyes at the face that hung bowed before him. It was a desperate step, but he had determined to take it when he entered the house. Humiliated, tormented, angry, Mrs. Dillingham sat before him, covering from his sight as well as she could the passion that raged within her. She knew that she had invited the insult.
He would soon find the ways of their prosperity, and make himself felt among them. The long afternoon wore away, and, just as the sun was setting, Mrs. Belcher was called from the drawing-room by some family care, leaving Mr. Belcher and Mrs. Dillingham together. "Don't be gone long," said the latter to Mrs. Belcher, as she left the room. "Be gone till to-morrow morning," said Mr.
Dillingham had superintended the arrangement of the house, said, in an aside to Mrs. Belcher: "It must have been a little lonely to come here and find no one to receive you no friend, I mean." "Mrs. Dillingham was here," remarked Mrs. Belcher, quietly. "But she was no friend of yours." "No; Mr. Belcher had met her." "How strange! How very strange!" "Do you know her well?"
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