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With little Clarissa Eileen, they formed the only feminine society in the neighborhood. On sunshiny days Mrs. Galland was usually to be found in her favorite chair outside the tower door; and here Minna set the urn on a table at four-thirty as in the old days.
"No, it is a businesslike age," answered Mrs. Galland. "I you mean I was too detached? I was not human?" "You are now. You make me very happy," her mother replied. "But you must sleep," she insisted. After a time, her ear becoming as accustomed to the firing as a city dweller's to the distant roar of city traffic Mrs. Galland slept. But Marta could not follow her advice.
Galland saw only a hero. She shared his prejudices against the manufacturers of the town; she saw the sale of land to be cut up into dwelling sites, which had saved the Gallands from bankruptcy, as the working of the adverse fate of modern tendencies. Even as she had left all details of business to her husband, so she had of late left them to Marta's managing.
Directly to the rear was the cut through which the company had come from the main pass road, and beyond that the Galland house, which was to be the second stand. "Can you see them from up here?" chirped a voice in a jubilant, cackling laugh that drew Dellarme's attention to his immediate surroundings, and he saw Grandfather Fragini coming up to join him on the crest.
The cure for such a fad was most clear to his masculine-perception. What if all the power she had shown in her appeal for peace could be made to serve another ambition? He knew that he was a great man. More than once he had wondered what would happen if he were to meet a great woman. And he should not see Marta Galland again unless war came.
"And you did not faint in the presence of the dead and dying!" said Marta thoughtfully, wonderingly, leaning nearer to her mother, her eyes athirst and drinking. "But I believe it is only a wispy-waspy sort of girl that faints at all these days. They're all so businesslike," said Mrs. Galland "so businesslike that they are ceasing to marry." How many girls she had known to wait a little too long!
In this book "The Arabian Nights" are translated from the French version of Monsieur Galland, who dropped out the poetry and a great deal of what the Arabian authors thought funny, though it seems wearisome to us. In this book the stories are shortened here and there, and omissions are made of pieces only suitable for Arabs and old gentlemen. Ford.
One company after another left the road at a given point, bound for the position mapped in its instructions Dellarme's, however, went on until it was opposite the Galland house. "We are depending on you," the colonel said to Dellarme, giving his hand a grip. "You are not to draw off till you get the flag." "No, sir," Dellarme replied.
Galland responded with gentle resignation. Garden and veranda were as peaceful as on any other Sunday morning, but it was a different kind of peace a peace mocked by sounds beyond its boundaries which were to her like the rattling of the steel scales of a demon licking its jaws with its red tongue in voracious anticipation of a gorge and stretching out great steel claws in readiness to sink them into the flesh of its victims when Partow and Westerling gave the word.
"Marta, Marta! She is is so explosive," Mrs. Galland remarked apologetically to the colonel. "I asked for her reasons. I brought it on myself and it is not a bad compliment," he replied. Indeed, he had never received one so thrilling. His smile, a smile well pleased with itself, remained as Mrs.
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