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"As I was thinking it over on the stairs just now, I said to myself that probably you weren't a bit apologetic about it; probably you had some queer reason for being proud of yourself for doing it." He cast a startled look at her. "You're the only person in Endbury with imagination enough to guess that."
"Everybody who's worth his salt is a fanatic." "Not Paul. Everybody says he's so sane and levelheaded." "There isn't a hotter one in creation!" "Than Paul?" "Than Paul." "Oh, Marius!" she reproached him for levity. "He's a fanatic for success." "Oh, I don't call that " "Nor nobody else in Endbury but it is, all the same.
He said he didn't see why I shouldn't grow into the leader of Endbury society, like the Mrs. Hollister, his aunt, that he and his sister live with, you know." "I suppose he's right," conceded the doctor, reluctantly.
It can't be she who's influencing Endbury, because all it's trying to do is to be just like every other town in Ohio." "In the Union!" amended Dr. Melton grimly. He subsided after this into one of his fidgety, grimacing, finger-nail-gnawing reveries. He was wondering whether he dared tell Lydia of a talk he had had that morning with her father.
Emery looked up, smiling, from a letter, "'Of course such a great favorite as Miss Emery," she read aloud, "'will be hard to secure, but both the Governor and I feel that our party wouldn't be complete without her. We're expecting a number of other Endbury young people. And do you know who writes that?" she asked triumphantly of her husband. "How should I?" answered the Judge reasonably. "Mrs.
To her husband she said conclusively, "I thought we were agreed to make Lydia's first season everything it ought to be. And isn't she being worth it? There hasn't a girl come out in Endbury in years that's been so popular, or had so much " She jerked her head around to the telephone "Three-four-four Weston? Is this Mr. Schmidt? I want Mr. Schmidt himself. Tell him Mrs. Emery "
"Oh, never you mind! It does a married man good to make him jealous once in a while. Keeps 'em from getting too stodgy and husbandy." "Jealous!" cried Lydia. "Paul jealous! Of me! Never!" Her certainty on the point was instant and fixed. "Well, you'd ha' thought he was, if you'd seen him. I was jollying him along we were in the trolley, going to Endbury.
She let herself down heavily from the trolley-car which had brought her from the business part of Endbury back to what was known as the "residential section," a name bestowed on it to the exclusion of several other much larger divisions of town devoted exclusively to the small brick buildings blackened by coal smoke in which ordinary people lived.
"Is it?" responded the man, with a vagueness he made no effort to conceal. It came over Lydia with a shock that he did not know she had been away. She felt hurt. It seemed ungracious for anyone in Endbury not to have missed her, not to share in the joyful excitement of her final return. "I've been in Europe for a year," she told him, with a dignity that was a reproach.
In her turn Miss Burgess herself, the hard-working, good-natured woman of fifty who for twenty years had reported the doings of those citizens of Endbury whom she considered the "gentry," had toiled with the utmost disinterestedness to build up a feeling, or, as she called it, a "tone," which, among other things, should exclude her from equality.
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