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I also like and respect Monte Irvin; and I don't want you, or anybody else, to think that Rita and I are, or ever have been, anything more than pals. I have known her long enough to have learned that she sails straight, and has always sailed straight. Now listen, Gray, please. You embarrassed me tonight, old chap, and you embarrassed Rita. It was unnecessary."
"Don't talk to me of Dickens' Christmas Stories," Aubrey said to himself, recalling his adventure in Brooklyn. "I'll bet O. Henry's Gift of the Magi beats anything Dick ever laid pen to. What a shame he died without finishing that Christmas story in Rolling Stones! I wish some boss writer like Irvin Cobb or Edna Ferber would take a hand at finishing it.
Where are Shakespeare and Milton, and Addison and Johnson? And where are our own immortal poets and prose writers? Who reads the chaste and beautiful writings of Washington Irvin? What has become of our well written and instructive histories and biographies? Why is it that a filthy negro novel is found in every body's hand? Uncle Tom's Cabin! What is it? What can be expected from it?
Winfield Scott, the old and vacillating general of the regular army, was quickly set aside, and the able General Irvin McDowell took his place.
Monte Irvin drew her arm under his own and led her back to meet the car, which the chauffeur had turned and which was now approaching. "I will drive you home," he said, "and if I may call in the morning. I should like to do so." Rita nodded. She could not trust herself to speak again.
Irvin J. Morgan at his gilded height struck the inspiring chords, and a moment later the wedding procession entered, led by two white-clad pages, and moved slowly across the white gallery, Mrs. Victor C. Mather, Mrs. A. J. Drexel Biddle, Jr., Mrs. Gurnee Munn, Mrs. Oliver E. Cromwell, Miss Eleanor B. Hopkins and Mrs.
"One of them. She had tried them all, poor, silly girl! You must understand that for a habitual drug-taker suddenly to be deprived of drugs would lead to complete collapse, perhaps death. And during the last few days I had noticed a peculiar nervous symptom in Rita Irvin which had interested me.
My friend the Foreign Secretary has generously offered you an appointment which opens up a career that should not I repeat, that should not prove less successful than his own." Gray turned, and his face had flushed deeply. "I know that Margaret has been scaring you about Rita Irvin," he said, "but on my word, sir, there was no need to do it."
"If I do not intrude," replied the baronet, "I will accompany you as far as the cave of the oracle, and then bid you good night." The trio proceeded along old Bond Street. Quentin Gray regarded the story of Kazmah as a very poor lie devised on the spur of the moment. If he had been less infatuated, his natural sense of dignity must have dictated an offer to release Mrs. Irvin from her engagement.
"You don't think," pursued Monte Irvin, "that anybody anybody suspects Rita of being concerned in the death of Sir Lucien?" He fixed a gaze of pathetic inquiry upon her face. "Of course not!" she cried. "How ridiculous it would be." "Yes," he murmured, "it would be ridiculous." Margaret stood up. "I am quite relieved now that I have done what I conceived to be my duty, Mr. Irvin," she said.
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