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Updated: May 24, 2025
She said, actually repeating her last words, "Yes, if you ask me, it's because you don't think they're good enough for you. As it happens, there're all sorts of particularly nice men up there, only you never take the trouble to know them. And clever the only thing you pretend to judge by; though what you can find clever in Mr. Fargus or those Perches goodness only knows.
Fargus, who lived next door down the Green, and outside whose gate the bicycle had made its celebrated shortage record, was a grey little man with grey whiskers and always in a grey suit. He had a large and very red wife and six thin and rather yellowish daughters.
Fargus, but were at no pains to conceal their indifference to the drab and dowdy little woman in the soiled sage green, and the glimmering spectacles. 'What a complexion, whispered Elsie the moment they were outside the door. 'What's her husband like? asked Cissy as they descended the first flight. Mildred answered that Mr.
Fargus told me about the emulation of the class-rooms, about the gymnasium, about the dances the girls had in each other's rooms. She never enjoyed any dances like those. She said that I must feel lonely living in a house without another woman. 'I know what it'll be. I shall never hear the end of Mrs. Fargus. I wish I'd never asked them. 'Men are so selfish!
Fargus as having a woman in the house. It makes one's life so different; one feels more at ease. I think I ought to have a companion. 'Have a middle-aged lady here, who would bore me with her conversation all through dinner when I come home from the City tired and worn out!
Up to that point you had followed the keyed path; precisely there you missed it. "Tremendous, eh?" Mr. Fargus used to say. "Terrific. If you hadn't done that you'd have got it. That one move, all that way back, was calamity. Calamity! What a word!" And they would stare bemused eyes upon one another. "You put that into life," Mr. Fargus used to say.
The girls she knew thought so, but the girls Mrs. Fargus knew didn't think so. And rolling over in her hot bed she lamented that there was no escape for a girl from marriage. If so, why not Alfred Stanby he as well as another? But no, she could not settle down to keep house for Alfred for the rest of her life.
He leaned forward and took her hand; he caught her other hand, and the movement expressed his belief in his power to make her love him. 'No, she said, resisting him. 'You cannot. I'm as cold as ice. 'Think what you're doing, Mildred. Fargus has filled your head with. You're sacrificing your life for that, he said, pointing to the sketch that had fallen on the grass. 'Is it worth it?
The eldest Miss Fargus was a grim thirty-nine and the youngest Miss Fargus a determined twenty-eight. They called their father "Papa" and used the name a good deal. When Sabre occasionally had tea at the Farguses' on a Sunday afternoon Mr. Fargus always appeared to be sitting at the end of an immense line of female Farguses. Mrs.
We've sent an ultimatum to Germany. It ends to-night." Low Jinks threw up her hands. "Well, if that isn't a short war!" "Girl alive, the ultimatum ends, not the war. Don't you know what an ultimatum is?" Outside he ran down the drive and ran to Fargus's door. It stood open. In the hall the eldest Miss Fargus appeared to be maintaining the last moment before dinner by "doing" a silver card salver.
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