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"Oh, dear how dreadfully fast time passes. It seems only a little while ago we were planning for the winter and now here comes Mrs. Hicks about new summer covers for the furniture, and Joe Laney wants to know if there's going to be any painting done and I haven't thought of any summer clothes and with those two great growing girls!
No lady could possibly be sleeping anywhere in the building." He arose from the mattress and shook himself. "Jeems," he continued sadly, "the world is against true virtue. Our dear mother's wishes can not be respected." De Laney came out of his corner.
"It ain't goin' t' take us long t' tack up them notices, now 't we've agreed. We kin do th' most on it this evenin'. Jest lay low, that's all." "Ain't de Laney going to get onto us sasshaying off with a lot of notices?" "If he does," remarked Old Mizzou grimly, "I knows a dark hole whar we retires that young man for th' day! If it comes t' that, though, you got t' tend to it, Slayton.
"Better not say anything to Bill about the young 'un's shoulder," called after him the ever-thoughtful James. Now that it was all explained, it seemed to Bennington de Laney to be ridiculously simple. He wondered how he could have been so blind.
One of these views was, that cultured people were of a class in themselves, and could not and should not mix with other classes. Mrs. de Laney entertained a horror of vulgarity. So deep-rooted was this horror that a remote taint of it was sufficient to thrust forever outside the pale of her approbation any unfortunate who exhibited it.
He mentioned knowing Pennington the painter, and Brookes the writer, merely in a casual fashion, but with just the faintest flourish. It somehow became known that his family had a crest, that his position was high; in short, that he was a de Laney on both sides.
"I don't see where that husban' of mine is. I reckon you'll think we're just awful rude, Mr. de Laney, and that gal, an' Maude. I declare it's jest enough to try any one's patience, it surely is.
"How about this new man the Company has out here de Laney? Is he in this deal too?" "Oh, him!" said Davidson with vast contempt. "He don' know enough t' dodge a brick! I tells him th' assessment work is all done. He believes it, an' never looks t' see. I gets him fooled so easy it's shore funny." "Hold on!" put in Slayton sharply. "I'm not so sure you aren't liable there somewhere.
And concerning the north arch, which was notoriously the most dangerous, Dean Patrick has recorded that Bishop Laney gave £100 toward the repairing one of the great arches of the church porch "which was faln down in the late times."
Bennington flushed. As a de Laney, the girls he had known had always taken him seriously. He disliked being made fun of. "This is nonsense," he objected, with some impatience. "I must know where it came from." In the background of his consciousness still whirled the moil of his wonder and bewilderment. He clung to the claim stake as a stable object.
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