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I have one large joke of the somebody else that is coming, which will make you scream of the laughter. Burn this FIFI. And at the bottom of the sheet: Do burn this. I have hurt the hand, and must use the writing of my maid; and I do not want you to treasure that. "There's the explanation, Mr. Narkom," said Cleek as he held the letter out. "That's why he came by this particular train.

"But if you died to-morrow," said Fifi, fearfully fascinated by this aspect of the young man's majestic isolation, "don't you know of anybody who'd be really and truly sorry?" "Really, I've never thought of it, but doubtless my two friends in New York would be sorry after their fashion. They, I believe, are all." "No they aren't! There's somebody else!"

He could not be much older than she herself, but his manner was the most impervious, the most impossible that she had ever seen. "I'm grim and I'm resolute," she said over to herself; but the splendid defiance of the motto failed to quicken her blood. Not even the recollection of the month's sponge for board and the house-rent due next week spurred her to action. Then she thought of Fifi, whom Mr.

It's in a frame." "Fifi is?" "No, the paper is. The paper says Fifi is out of a deller, sired by Star. I heard her read it off to a lady that came to see her one day. Say, Martha, what's a deller?" "I do' know." "Fifi has awful long ears. What kind of ears has Sammy's dog got?" "I didn't notice partic'lar, I must say.

"I think Fifi will know ... and be glad," said Sharlee. "She liked and admired you. Only day before yesterday she spoke of you. Now she ... has gone, and this is the one way left for any of us to show that we are sorry." Long afterwards, Queed thought that if Charles Weyland's lashes had not glittered with sudden tears at that moment he would have refused her.

There was no particular reason for it; so it was the nicest kind of happiness, the kind that comes from inside, which even the presence of the little Doctor could not take away from her. Heaven knew that Fifi harbored no grudge against Mr. Queed, and she had not forgotten what Sharlee said about being gentle with him. But how to be gentle with so austere a young Socrates? The first thing Mr.

I've not seen anything so amusing as you for a long time!" "This is my amusin' day," returned the boy, imperturbably. "I came to talk over things in general " "And what in particular?" Fifi was enjoying herself. She felt almost sure the boy was a reporter of a new sort, but she was frankly curious.

I know how hard it must have been for a proud woman to have that annoyance. Did Mr, Embury object to the lady who was your hostess that evening?" "Yes, he did. Mrs, Desternay is an old school friend of mine, but Mr. Embury never liked her, and he objected more strenuously because she had the bridge games." "And the lady's attitude toward you?" "Fifi? Oh, I don't know.

Shane but, lemme tell you, ma'am, friendly like, you want to be careful how you tell that yarn 'cause they's chance fer a perfectly good slander case against you!" "What nonsense!" but Fifi paled a little under her delicate rouge. "No nonsense whatsomever. But here's the point. Was there a witness to that conversation?" "Why, let me see.

Still he had told her that he was her friend; he was glad to remember that. But here, from a new point of view, was the trouble about having friends. They took your time while they lived, and then they went off and died and upset your evening's work. Clearly, Fifi left behind many sorrowful friends, as shown by her remarkable funeral.

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