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Updated: May 25, 2025
"It was so sweet of you to send me these flowers, and then to come and see me, too.... Do you know, it's been the very best day I've had since I've been sick, and you've made it so!" "It's all right. Well, good-bye, Fifi." Fifi held out both her tiny hands, and he received them because, in the sudden emergency, he could think of no way of avoiding them.
There's the snare. That's how he was lured." "By Fifi!" said Narkom. "By Jove! I rather fancied from the first that we should find that she or her husband had something to do with it." "Did you?" said Cleek with a smile. "I didn't, then; and I don't even yet!" Narkom opened his lips to make some comment upon this, but closed them suddenly and said nothing.
After a safe interval of absorption in her sums, she pushed back her chair with the most respectful quietude and pulled out a tall volume. The pages of it she turned with blank studious face but considerable inner expectancy: Af Ai Al Alf.... A giggle shattered the academic calm, and Fifi, in horror, realized that she was the author of it. She looked up quickly, and her worst fears were realized.
So it would be to the end of the chapter. It had been his privilege to tell Fifi that he could not spare her another minute of time till his work was finished.... Had been but no longer was.
Even Mademoiselle Fifi seemed unable to keep still. He rose and sat down again. His harsh and clear eye was looking for something to break; suddenly, glaring at the lady with the mustache, the young prig drew his revolver: "You shall not witness it, you!" said he, and, without leaving his seat, he aimed. Two bullets fired in rapid succession put out the eyes of the portrait.
"Oh how do you do?" she was saying in a frightened voice. Mr. Queed bowed, indignantly. Silently he marched to his chair, the one just opposite, and sat down in offended majesty. To Fifi it seemed that to get up at once and leave the room, which she would gladly have done, would be too crude a thing to do, too gross a rebuke to the little Doctor's Ego.
They had been married only a year when the scandal of the Fifi affair arose. That was another of his dirty tricks forcing that poor creature to marry him." "She did so against her will?" "Yes. She was engaged to another fellow at the time, an army chap who was out in India.
Since he had been in the room, a vague, unwelcome resolve had been forming in his mind, and at Fifi's bold words, it hardened into final shape. He drew a deep breath. "You referred to me as your friend once, F Fifi. And I said that I was not." "I know." "I was mistaken" so he drained his medicine to the dregs. "I ... am your friend." Now the child's smile was the eternal motherly. "Lor', Mr.
Her syrup she took with commendable faithfulness; the doctor, in rare visits, spoke cheerily of the time when she was to be quite strong and well again; but there were moments when Sharlee Weyland, looking at her little cousin's face in repose, felt her heart stop still. Fifi dallied with her algebra, hoping and praying that she would not have to cough. She had been very happy all that day.
The state of mind thus induced was not in the least favorable to doing algebra successfully or pleasurably. No amount of bodily comfort could compensate Fifi for having to have it. But her mother had ruled the situation to-night with a strong hand and a flat foot. The bedroom was entirely too cold for Fifi.
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