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We are both more human." He nodded. "I suppose that so far as I am concerned Kendricks had something to do with it he was always trying to make me look at things differently. But it seems such a short time for such an absolute change." She was balancing her pen upon the inkpot keeping her eyes turned from him. "It isn't always a matter of time, you know, Julien," she said thoughtfully.
"A sister manicurist, I expect," Julien replied scornfully; "a palmist, or some creature of that sort." Kendricks hammered upon the table for the waiter. "One takes one's chances," he agreed, "but I do not think that the little girl over there would send you upon a fool's errand. There are other things in life, you know, Julien.
"That's always the effect of a farce with me." "But then I'm ashamed of being ashamed afterward," said the girl. "I suppose you go to the theatre a great deal in New York." "It's a school of life," said Kendricks. "I mean the audience." "I would like to go to the opera once. I am going to make papa take me in the winter." She laughed with a gay sense of power, and he said
Look at those girls arm in arm, off to their little milliner's shop. Hear them laugh! You don't hear anything like that, Julien, on the top of the hill." "Of course," Julien remarked, stifling a yawn, "if you've come to Paris to be moral " "Not I!" Kendricks broke in roughly. "Bless you, I'm one of the worst. A wild night in Paris calls me even now from any part of the world.
I don't believe the old man ever gave a dinner, and he'd like to show off a little; there's a good deal of human nature in the old man, after all. He thought of you, of course, and Colonel Woodburn, and Beaton, and me at the foot of the table; and Conrad; and I suggested Kendricks: he's such a nice little chap; and the old man himself brought up the idea of Lindau.
Have you seen Herr Freudenberg this week?" Julien shook his head. "Not since we were all at the Rat Mort together nearly a month ago. Did I tell you that he made me an offer then?" "No, you told me nothing about it," Kendricks replied, leaning forward with interest. "What sort of an offer? Go on, tell me about it?"
March if I'm killed and she and the children are not killed with me?" "Well, it would be difficult. I wonder how it would do to get Kendricks to do the literary part?" "I've no doubt he'd jump at the chance. I've yet to see the form of literature that Kendricks wouldn't lay down his life for." "Say!" March perceived that Fulkerson was about to vent another inspiration, and smiled patiently.
I thought the world was burning up." "It must have been very weird," said Kendricks; and I thought, "Oh, good heavens! Has he got to talking of weird things?" "It's strange," he added, "how we all have that belief when we are children that the world is going to burn up! I don't suppose any child escapes it.
The Marches walked home, both because it was not far, and because they must spare in carriage hire at any rate. As soon as they were out of the house, she applied a point of conscience to him. "I don't see how you could talk to that girl so long, Basil, and make her laugh so." "Why, there seemed no one else to do it, till I thought of Kendricks."
He was a good citizen, a dignified man; and, except for his black skin, he would have been an acceptable neighbor to the Kendricks, and a desirable resident in their quarter of town.
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