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"Does that mean that you are going to Herman's this afternoon?" asked Fenton. "I should have gone this morning if you had not insisted upon my wasting my time simply because you had determined to waste yours." Fenton laughed. "You are frank to a guest," he said. "I wished to be congratulated on my marriage." "I shall not congratulate you," she answered. "You are spoiled.
"You will tell me what you mean." "Well, I ask you, do you think she'd spend that much on a watch? Anyhow, the installment story doesn't go. That place doesn't sell on installments." "Who is there would buy her such a watch?" Herman's voice was thick. "How about Graham Spencer? She's been pretty thick with him." "How you mean thick?" Rudolph shrugged his shoulders. "I don't mean anything.
Primmins herself ran out to welcome me; and I had scarcely escaped from the warm clasp of her friendly hand before I was in the arms of my mother. As soon as that tenderest of parents was convinced that I was not famished, seeing that I had dined two hours ago at Dr. Herman's, she led me gently across the garden towards the arbor.
"You gimme her befo' I han' over my britches?" "You'll see!" Penrod ran into the stable, came back with the little saw, and placed it in Herman's hand. Herman could resist no longer, and two minutes later he stood in the necessary negligee within the shelter of the stable door, and watched, through the crack, the lowering of the surrendered garment into the cistern.
Minna Vielhaber wept back of the bar at Herman's affecting picture of the stricken deer with the arrow in her flank, and would be comforted only when he brought the war to a proper close. It was at this time that Winona wrote in her journal: "General Sherman said that war is the bad place. He knew."
Bertha Loeb suddenly sat down, and the color flowed out of her face. "That I should live to see this day! My Herman's wife wants to leave him! Oh, my son, my son! What did you do to yourself! A di a separation in the Loeb family! I knew last night when I heard through the door and how worried my poor boy has looked for months, that it didn't mean no good.
How is it, then, that Herman's handwriting was thick and stunted when he registered at seven o'clock and slender and a bit shaky when he wrote this card at, say, half-past ten or eleven? Of course, Herman, or whatever his real name is, never wrote the line on that card, and never pinned that card on his door!"
Helen turned and kissed Ninitta, a sharp pang stabbing her very soul, as the thought came to her: "He will love her; she is his wife, and he will learn to love her!" Then she put her arm upon Herman's in silence. She had been alternately desiring and fearing this moment, until her excitement was almost beyond control.
"Only do not drive me away again," she pleaded. "Don't say things that I have no right to hear!" A dark red stained Herman's cheek, and the tears came into his eyes. "No," he returned. "If any one is to be driven away it shall not be you." "But why need we trouble the things that are past," she went on, with wistful eagerness. "Why cannot we accept it all in silence, and be friends."
Mr. and Mrs. Henry Goldsmith were scandalized, and Raphael had to shield little Sampson by accepting the whole responsibility for its appearance. "Talking of Karlkammer's article, are you ever going to use up Herman's scientific paper?" asked little Sampson. "I'm afraid so," said Raphael; "I don't know how we can get out of it. But his eternal kosher meat sticks in my throat.
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