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"There's hemstitching and fagoting, but I don't know as it's any less work than ruffling. And all the little girls are knitting lace. I'm doing some myself, oak-leaf pattern out of seventy cotton, and it's as handsome as anything you ever see." "I don't know how any one is going to find time for so much folderol!" "Oh, pshaw, Cousin Underhill, we did lots of it in our day.
So the world is in the business of getting getting great fortunes, great lands, great titles, great applause, great fame, and folderol. Afterwhile the poor old world hears the empty rattle of the inside, and wails, "All is vanity. I find no pleasure in them. Life is a failure." All outside life is a failure. Real life is in being things on the inside, not in getting things on the outside.
'T wouldn't be any real kindness to him. Just wastin' money." He pointed finally to a stubby, wooden-handled knife with one big blade, marked 25c. "There, now," said he, "that's what I call a knife. Good and strong, and no folderol. Guarantee the steel, don't ye?"
Each of these is up to the shoulders in the grandest game you ever dreamed of. Other skilful men and other quick-witted women are there across the table with Chance a-meddling. The big plan must be carried out. The iron trumpery and the social folderol are bits of stuff that have to be juggled about in this business. They have no more intrinsic value than a bank of fog.
Never had he seen a finer example of young, buoyant, conquering womanhood of womanhood freed from the consciousness and the disabilities of sex. "She's not the sort of girl a man would lose his head over," he reflected; "there's too little of the female about her she's as free from coquetry as she is from the folderol of sentimentality.
Then he added: "I gave my brother David a hundred dollars for his share in the folderol about the premises, and took possession of the house and lands." "And after that," said my father, "what happened?" The hunchback uttered a queerly inflected expletive, like a bitter laugh. "After that," he answered, "we saw the real man in my brother David, as my father, old and dying, had so clearly seen it.
"Yep," said Link. "I guess I'll take one if it don't cost nothin', please." He studied the proffered entry blank with totally uncomprehending gaze. The postmaster came to his relief. "Let me show you," he suggested, taking pity on his customer's wrinkled brow and squinting helplessness. "I've had some experience in this folderol.
Let me take you to Miss Neilson's." "No, no, thank you," cried the girl, struggling to her feet, the vivid red again flooding her face. "I have a lesson to give." "Nonsense! You're not fit to give a lesson. Besides, they are all folderol, anyway, half of them. A dozen lessons, more or less, won't make any difference; they'll play just as well and just as atrociously.
"I never thought," Peter senior reflected aloud, abruptly changing his tone, "to hear a son of mine spout this sort of cheap folderol, and I never thought that any one of my blood would be weak enough to come crawling and begging to break a solemn promise." "It means strength, not weakness, to break some promises the kind that never ought to have been made," Peter junior defended himself.
"A little more folderol!" exclaimed Mr. Gryce, losing his temper. "No, sir; the hour for moling has passed; something decisive has got to be done now; though, to be sure, if I could find the one missing link I want " "Missing link? What is that?" "The immediate motive of the tragedy; a bit of proof that Mr. Leavenworth threatened his niece with his displeasure, or Mr.
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