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"I think one requires to go into the City, and become a merchant or a stockbroker, before one can like that sort of wine. What was it Valentine quoted in the Cheapside, about some lady whom somebody loved? 'To love her was a liberal education. I think to like old port is a commercial education." "I am sure such wine ought to do you good," said Georgy, almost querulously.
He was a guest at a great City feast, to which some of the richest men upon 'Change had been bidden; so Miss Halliday had an excellent opportunity for making her confession. Poor Georgy was not a little startled by the avowal. "My darling Lotta!" she screamed, "do you think your papa would ever consent to such a thing?"
"Give him my thanks and my greetings," she said when she had finished the letter. "Is there any one with Georgy Ivanitch?" she asked softly, joyfully, and as though ashamed of her mistrust. "Two gentlemen," I answered. "They're writing something." "Give him my greetings and thanks," she repeated, bending her head sideways, and, reading the letter as she walked, she went noiselessly out.
"Where do you get your information? Miss Floyd is a tall girl of fifteen now, straight as an arrow, and can out-ride and out-walk any girl I know." "I wish her no harm," exclaimed Mr. Lenox eagerly. "I love the child as if she were my own. Georgy has always represented her as delicate and puny." "She has not seen her for five years." "True, true!
Alexina became twenty-one in May. She had found that in the settling of her affairs it would be necessary for her to remain in Louisville and so had written her mother to come to her there. She explained about the change in her life to the Carringfords, to find that they knew all about her mother; probably her little world, Georgy, Dr.
Now, then: "Georgy" say it like that, just a bit throaty and quivery "I loved you so that I'd have laid down my life for you!" Try it like that. That's better. Now, give me your eyes, large and mournful, for just five ticks. Now turn, three steps up stage, hand to forehead. That's it, but not quite so woodeny. Turn. Eyes again. "Georgy!" Now one step down, both hands out Pause.
Not that she minded as much as she worried, because she felt she ought to mind, and in her heart she knew she didn't really. She had gone out with him half a dozen times perhaps, when, one evening at a dance, Mr. Allie, seeking, found her at the far end of a veranda where the side steps went down to the gravel. She and Georgy were sitting there together.
"Jess Georgy," he finally said. "What do you want here?" "Well, I'll tell you. I want you to hire me," he replied, with a faint look of expectancy. "What can you do?" "Me?" "Yes, you." "Oh, well, I'll tell you. Most everything." "What salary do you want?" "Me?" "Of course you." "Want?" "Yes." "Oh, well, about five dollars a day, I reckin." The porter laughed coarsely.
We sha'n't want dinner; only, Sue, tell them to send in some eggs and bacon, or cold meat, or whatever there may be, for tea; and get a room ready for your uncle." He would have gone, but Susan called out, "O Papa, may we drink tea with you, Georgy and all!" "Yes, to be sure, if you won't make a bear-fight, any of you, for your uncle."
"That he is, Grandpapa," said Georgy approvingly; and going up close to the old gentleman, he took a hold of his large grey whiskers, and laughed in his face good-humouredly, and kissed him. And he told the story at night to his mother, who fully agreed with the boy. "Indeed he is," she said. "Your dear father always said so. He is one of the best and most upright of men."
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