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Updated: June 13, 2025
"I was seeing you light the lamp," said Gerty, "and I an't hurt a bit; but I wish I hadn't spilt the milk." Just then Nan Grant came to the door, saw what had happened, and pulled the child into the house, amidst blows and profane, brutal language. The lamplighter tried to appease her, but she shut the door in his face.
"You needn't smile," commented Gerty, while Trent watched the little greenish flame dance in her eyes, "it isn't funny it's philosophy. I made it out of life." "But what about the terra-cotta?" enquired Susie.
George and Bob walked 'ome together, and all the way there George said wot a pretty gal Gerty was and 'ow lucky it was for Bob that he 'adn't been drownded. He went round to tea with 'im the next day to Mrs. Mitchell's, and arter tea, when Bob and Gerty said they was going out to spend the evening together, got 'imself asked too.
"I long to hear from you, dear Willie, and pray to God morning and evening, to keep you in safety, and soon send tidings of you to your loving GERTY." A few weeks after the date of this letter, Gerty learned through George, who went daily to the city to attend to the marketing, that Mrs.
The question of Laura's possible fate in "another life" failed somehow to disturb him seriously; but as he drove presently down the darkening street, under the high electric lights, he found himself wondering vaguely why Gerty had so persistently associated her friend with Roger Adams.
"By Jove, I'm a good half hour after time. What did you do with yourselves while you cursed me?" "First we looked at the portrait which I hate then we read the names of all your silly books," responded Laura, with a dissimulation so natural that Gerty was divided between regret for her sincerity and admiration for her acting.
George Crofts felt as though he'd burst, and then 'e got his breath, and the things 'e said about Uncle Joe was so awful that Mrs. Mitchell told the boys to go away. "How dare you talk of my uncle like that?" ses Gerty, firing up. "You forget yourself, George," ses Mrs. Mitchell. "You'll like 'im when you get to know 'im better." "Don't you call me George," ses George Crofts, turning on 'er.
Shall I, like Gerty, grow to fear and to hate other women in my foolish effort to keep alive a passion which I know to be worthless? Shall I even come in the end to feel terror and suspicion in my love for Gerty?"
She had been watching his face. "Oh no, Gerty; oh no," he said. "Do you not understand yet? You were everything in the world to me; you were life itself. Without you I had nothing, and the world might just as well come to an end for me. And when I thought you were going away from me, what could I do?
"I do I love him but that's for myself, darling, not for you." "Do you mean me to think," persisted Laura in a voice that was tense with horrified amazement, "that you are jealous of me?" A long pause followed her words, for Gerty, instead of replying to the question had turned to the window and was staring out upon the bared trees in Gramercy Park.
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