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"That's a great way to treat a man when he comes home after a day's work." "I beg your pardon, Howard," she said with unusual meekness. "Who do you think was here this afternoon?" "Erwin? I've just come from Mr. Wing's house he has gout to-day and didn't go down town. He offered Erwin a hundred thousand a year to come to New York as corporation counsel. And if you'll believe me he refused it."
He was scarcely roused from his reverie by the entrance of an Italian officer, with his hussar jacket hanging upon one shoulder, and his sword caught up in his left hand. He ran swiftly to Mrs. Erwin, and took her hand. "Ah, my compliments! I come practice my English with you a little. Is it well said, a little, or do you say a small?" "A little, cavaliere," answered Mrs. Erwin, amiably.
For our heroine appears to be one of the daughters of Helen, born to make trouble for warriors and others and even for innocent bystanders like Peter Erwin. Peter was debarred from entering those brilliant lists in which apparel played so great a part.
For our heroine appears to be one of the daughters of Helen, born to make trouble for warriors and others and even for innocent bystanders like Peter Erwin. Peter was debarred from entering those brilliant lists in which apparel played so great a part.
"No, no!" wailed the girl, "the one that gave me the book." "The one that gave you the book? The book you were looking at last night?" "Yes," sobbed Lydia, with her voice muffled in the coverlet. Mrs. Erwin lay down again with significant deliberation. Her face was still full of trouble, but of bewilderment no longer.
Erwin, finally; till then she had been more interested in the lover than the man. "Boston," mechanically answered Lydia. "What was his name?" "Mr. Staniford," owned Lydia, with a blush. Her aunt seemed dispirited at the sound. "Yes, I know who they are," she sighed. "And aren't they nice? Isn't he suitable?" asked Lydia, tremulously. "Oh, poor child! He's only too suitable.
One plane after another sagged, lamely drooped and went to earth crippled or in flames. It so happened that Blaine and Erwin nearly met in, mid-air as each verged close in a final assault on the last balloon. Seizing his megaphone, Blaine shouted: "We'll down this one, then home!" Bang puff!
It said: "Hey, you, Orry! You're crippled! I can see that. But why don't you come up higher? Get a move on!" Erwin knew that voice. It was like a trumpet call to the lad. Fiercely be seized his own megaphone and shouted back, while with one hand and his feet he kept his own flier still going. "Yes? I'm crippled but all right. I can't rise except slowly. Better go while the going's good!
"I dare say she hasn't the experience to be astonished from," suggested Mr. Erwin easily. "She's here as if she'd been dropped down from her village." "Yes, that's true," considered his wife. "But it's hard, with Lydia's air and style and self-possession, to realize that she is merely a village girl." "She may be much more impressed than she chooses to show," Mr. Erwin continued.
"I suppose," said Mrs. Holt, after a silence, "it is to the young man who was here this afternoon, and whom I did not see. It accounts for his precipitate departure. But I must say, Honora, since frankness is one of my faults, that I feel it my duty to write to your aunt and disclaim all responsibility." "It is not to Mr. Erwin," said Honora, meekly; "it is it is to Mr. Spence." Mrs.
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