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"I thought you liked it." "It is well enough for a time." "What about the new little girl?" He was plainly embarrassed, but bluffed it out. "I wish you wouldn't ask questions." "I wish you wouldn't be rude Georgie-Porgie." "I hate that name, Madge. Any man has a right to be rude when a woman calls him 'Georgie-Porgie." "So that's it? Well, now run along.
I don't need to warn you not to break your own. You are the greatest example of the truth of 'he who loves and runs away will live to love another day. Oh, Georgie-Porgie, will you ever love any woman enough to rise with her to the heights? "Perhaps there aren't any heights for you or me. But I should like to think there were. Different hilltops, of course, so that we could wave across.
"There were always so many girls to be kissed and it was so easy to run away " She had always hated the nursery rhyme. But now it seemed, to sing itself in her brain. "Georgie-Porgie, Pudding and pie, Kissed the girls, And made them cry " Cope was at Becky's right. "Aren't you going to talk to me? You haven't said a word since the soup." "Well, everybody else is talking."
They probably have ants in the salad and spiders in their coffee." "They are getting more out of it than you and I," said Madge. "How getting more?" "We are tired of things, Georgie-Porgie." "Speak for yourself, Madge." "I am speaking for both of us. You are tired of me, for example." "My dear girl, I am not." "You are. And I am tired of you. It's not your fault, and it's not mine.
There was Archibald, condemned to die while youth still beat in his veins There was Louise, who must go on without him. There was the Admiral the last of a vanished company; there was the Major, whose life for four years had held horrors. There was Madge, radiant to-night in the love of her husband, as she had perhaps once been radiant for Dalton. Georgie-Porgie! It was a horrid name.
"To find that she is Mademoiselle Midas, whether he marries her or not." Of course Georgie-Porgie ran away. It was the inevitable climax. Flora's illness hastened things a bit. "She wants to see her New York doctors," Waterman had said. "I think we shall close the house, and join Madge later at the Crossing." George felt an unexpected sense of shock. The game must end, yet he wanted it to go on.
"I thought you liked it." "It is well enough for a time." "What about the new little girl?" He was plainly embarrassed, but bluffed it out. "I wish you wouldn't ask questions." "I wish you wouldn't be rude Georgie-Porgie." "I hate that name, Madge. Any man has a right to be rude when a woman calls him 'Georgie-Porgie." "So that's it? Well, now run along.
He stayed to dinner, and afterwards he and Becky walked together in the fragrance of the wet garden. A new moon hung low for a while and was then lost behind the hills. "My little girl," George said when the moment came that he must go, "My dear little girl." He gathered her up in his arms but did not kiss her. For once in his life, Georgie-Porgie was too deeply moved for kisses.
They probably have ants in the salad and spiders in their coffee." "They are getting more out of it than you and I," said Madge. "How getting more?" "We are tired of things, Georgie-Porgie." "Speak for yourself, Madge." "I am speaking for both of us. You are tired of me, for example." "My dear girl, I am not." "You are. And I am tired of you. It's not your fault, and it's not mine.
And please don't come again until you are nice and smiling." "Oh, look here, Madge." "Run along " "But there isn't any place to run." Laughter lurked in her eyes. "Oh, Georgie-Porgie for once in your life can't you run away?" "Do you think you are funny?" "Perhaps not. Smile a little, Georgie." "How can anybody smile, with everybody sick?" "Oh, no, we're not. We are better.
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