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And I held up before his eyes the following: "During the two weeks commencing July 6, of the year 1875, and ending July 19, of the same year, Henry R. Clavering, of London, and Eleanore Leavenworth, of New York, were guests of the same hotel. "They were not only guests of the same hotel, but are known to have held more or less communication with each other.
The sky was clear; the stars were shining. There were a great number of falling stars. Eleanore remarked that she really did not have as many wishes as she could express under these circumstances.
"There's only one big question here," he added. "Your long respectable pedigrees and your nice little Puritanical codes can all go to blazes this big boat will throw 'em all overboard for you if you can answer, 'I've got the price." Meanwhile, in the late Autumn, Eleanore had come back to town. I had a note from her one day. "Come and tell me what you are writing," she said.
If I want to I can make him turn a somersault, believe me.” He shoved his fat hand a little farther along, as if it were some dangerous engine and his solitaire a signal lamp. “I can make the whole pack of you dance whenever I want to. Can’t I, sweetheart? Capito? Comprenez-vous?” Eleanore looked into Alfons Diruf’s smeary eyes with unspeakable amazement.
I did not tell him of my work, for I knew it would only excite him again, and excitement would be dangerous. "Now you and Eleanore must go home," said Sue that night. "You'll have enough to think of. I'll be all right with father he knows there's nothing to do but wait, and he's so kind to me now that it hurts. Poor old Dad how well he means.
I had scarcely recovered from the surprise occasioned by this unexpected movement when a quick step was heard in the hall, and Mary, flushed and anxious, appeared at my side. "What is it?" she inquired. "What has Eleanore been saying?" "Alas!" I answered, "she has not said anything. That is the trouble, Miss Leavenworth.
In her anxiety Eleanore looked first at one object in the room and then at another; first at the bathing nymph, then at the silk curtains, then at the Chinese lampshade. “Well, sweetheart,” said Herr Diruf, his smile gradually changing into a sort of convulsion, “we are not bad, are we? By the beard of the prophet, we are all right, aren’t we? Hunh?” Eleanore lowered her head.
I saw Eleanore go in to him and soon I heard the crying stop, and I knew she was telling him a story, a nice sleepy one to quiet him down. What an infernal racket these people were making about the world. I went on thinking about my work. "You two," said Sue, when at last her friends had gone away, "have built up a wall of contentment around you a person couldn't break through with an axe."
When she was cutting bread, she let the knife fall. He sprang and picked it up for her. He had never done this before. Gertrude looked at him as he bent over. Her eyes became dim, flared up, and then became dim again. “Don’t speak of God!” Somehow Daniel could not get these words out of his mind. When Eleanore returned she was terrified at the expression on Daniel’s face.
Surprised by such unusual gallantry, Eleanore looked at him with amazement. He at once became moody; she was still more surprised. “I can go home alone, Daniel,” she said in a tone of noticeable seriousness, “you do not need to put yourself out for me.” “Put myself out? What do you mean? Are you one of those people who can’t keep a tune, and step on the pedal when their sentiment runs short?”
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