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You have been awfully good to me always, Gordy, and I am very grieved to hurt you, and still more sorry if you think I am being ungrateful; but when one feels as I do body and soul and spirit there isn't any question; there wouldn't be if death itself stood in the way.
Did you know we're having a Yale Gamma Psi dance to-night at Delmonico's? You better come up, Gordy. Half of New Haven'll probably be there. I can get you an invitation." Draping himself reluctantly in fresh underwear, Dean lit a cigarette and sat down by the open window, inspecting his calves and knees under the morning sunshine which poured into the room.
Then came the moment when the girl and she must meet under the eyes of the mother, and that sharp, quaint-looking old governess. It would be a hard moment, that! And it came a hard moment and a long one, for Gordy sat full span over his wine.
After telling how it had all come about, he went on thus: "I know that to many people, and perhaps to you, Gordy, it will seem very wrong, but it does not to me, and that is the simple truth.
"What's at?" "You heard me!" she said shrilly. "I said to take your drunken friend away." Her rising voice rang out above the clatter of the restaurant and a waiter came hurrying up. "You gotta be more quiet!" "That fella's drunk," she cried. "He's insulting us." "Ah-ha, Gordy," persisted the accused. "What'd I tell you." He turned to the waiter. "Gordy an' I friends.
How fearful the Wedding March had sounded on that organ that awful old wheezer; and the sermon! One didn't want to hear that sort of thing when one felt inclined to cry. Even Gordy had looked rather boiled when he was giving her away. With perfect distinctness he could still see the group before the altar rails, just as if he had not been a part of it himself.
Stormer to come here for a little they were awfully kind to me out there." "Strange man and woman! My dear fellow!" "Mr. Stormer likes fishing." "Does he? And what does she like?" Very grateful that his back was turned, the boy said: "I don't know anything she's awfully nice." "Ah! Pretty?" He answered faintly: "I don't know what YOU call pretty, Gordy."
Gordy would never understand why he did not care for fishing one thing trying to catch another instead of watching and understanding what things were. You never got to the end of looking into water, or grass or fern; always something queer and new. It was like that, too, with yourself, if you sat down and looked properly most awfully interesting to see things working in your mind.
This countryside, so rich and yet a little wild, the independent-looking cottages, the old dark cosy manor-house, all was very new to one used to Oxford, and to London, and to little else of England. And all was delightful. Even Mark's guardian seemed to her delightful. For Gordy, when absolutely forced to face an unknown woman, could bring to the encounter a certain bluff ingratiation.
Been tryin' help him, haven't I, Gordy?" Gordy looked up. "Help me? Hell, no!" Jewel rose suddenly, and seizing Gordon's arm assisted him to his feet. "Come on, Gordy!" she said, leaning toward him and speaking in a half whisper. "Let's us get out of here. This fella's got a mean drunk on." Gordon allowed himself to be urged to his feet and started toward the door.
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