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Do you think they would mind very much, if they looked up and saw my face flattened against the pane? When are we going to see them, and to what class of engaged couples do they belong? Proper? Mediocre? Gushingly loving?" "H'm!" deliberated Mellicent uncertainly.
Lawrence's garrulous conversation went on uninterruptedly. Peter found her quiet manner attractive, and began to feel grateful to Mr. Lawrence for his intrusiveness, without which he would not have enjoyed a conversation with this pleasant, gentle-mannered woman seated thoughtfully by the fire. 'May I ask a favour? said Mr. Lawrence gushingly, laying his hand upon Peter's shoulder.
These three, after greeting their hostess gushingly, circulated compactly, talking to each other in low voices. Nan knew they were watching her, and that they had come for the sole purpose of getting first-hand details of her fiasco for later recounting in drawing-rooms where, undoubtedly, even now awaited eager auditors. She came to a decision. The matter could not be worse.
Mellicent at twenty-one was apparently as gushingly outspoken, as amazingly irrelevant, as in the days of short frocks and frizzled locks, and the expectation of meeting her in four short weeks lent added zest to Peggy's enjoyment of her new surroundings.
I could read what was passing in his mind, remorse for having come at all, and a faint hope that it might not be too late to back out of it. "That will be splendid," said Phyllis. "Er, I think, my dear sir," said her father, "it would be hardly fair for us to give any further trouble to Mrs. Ukridge and yourself. If you will allow me, therefore, I will " Ukridge became gushingly hospitable.
Her hand still smelled of Lady Clifford's distinctive perfume; she sniffed at it, trying to decide if she liked it or not. It was delicious, but heavy, clinging. What was it the night-nurse had said to her the evening before? "Isn't Lady Clifford a dream?" the woman had confided gushingly. "Did you ever see anything so lovely? I do so adore her scent when she comes into the room.
To find him here, an associate and friend of the people she had called "countrified," was most astonishing. She wondered, but she could not help being impressed, and her attitude toward her dear friend Serena was never so gushingly cordial. As for Mr. When the reception began, somehow or other, Cousin Percy was in the receiving line.
Suddenly Miss Wyett became the rage among the Bowerton girls. Blushingly and gushingly they told her of their own loves, and they showed her their lovers, or pictures of those gentlemen.
"Oh! that will be nice," gushingly replied Mrs. O . "Where do you live?" "I live in the Rue de Courcelles," I answered. "Oh! Roue de Carrousel," she repeated. "What number?" "Rue de Courcelles," I replied, correctingly; "twenty-seven." Mrs. O 's next question was, "Oh! have you a flat?" "A flat!! No," I said, "we have a hotel. Every one knows our hotel in the Rue de Courcelles."
Though Locke did not seem to notice it, another would have seen that Zita cared a great deal for him. "May I come in?" she asked, wheedling. "Certainly. I am charmed, I assure you." While Zita was gushingly effusive, Locke was correct and formally polite as he bowed his acquiescence. Zita felt it.
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