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We got to know a good many of the swells by sight. There was Mrs. Larrabbee," a certain awe crept into her voice "and Miss Ferguson she's sweet and a lot more. Some of the girls used to copy their clothes and hats, but Florry and me tried to live honest.
Why, with New York and London at her disposal, she elected to remain in the Middle West, puzzled them, though they found her answer, "that she belonged there," satisfying Grace Larrabbee's cosmopolitanism was of that apperception that knows the value of roots, and during her widowhood she had been thrusting them out. Mrs. Larrabbee followed by "of" was much more important than just Mrs. Larrabbee.
Larrabbee was suddenly, at sea. And she prided herself on a lack of that vagueness generally attributed to her sex. "On on everything. On what we were talking about, the carnival feeling, the levity, on the unbelief of the age. Isn't it because the control has been taken off?" He saw an opportunity to slip into smoother waters. "The engine has lost its governor?" "Exactly!" cried Mrs. Larrabbee.
His very unbending attitude aroused their inherent craving for rigidity in his profession; he was neither plastic, unctuous, nor subservient; his very homeliness, redeemed by the eyes and mouth, compelled their attention. One of them told Mrs. Larrabbee that that rector of hers would "do something." But what, he asked himself, was he resisting?
"What a clever simile!" "It is Mr. Pares," said Hodder. "Only he was speaking of other symptoms, Socialism, and its opposite, individualism, not carnivalism." "Poor man," said Mrs. Larrabbee, accepting the new ground as safer, yet with a baffled feeling that Hodder had evaded her once more, "he has had his share of individualism and carnivalism.
We got to know a good many of the swells by sight. There was Mrs. Larrabbee," a certain awe crept into her voice "and Miss Ferguson she's sweet and a lot more. Some of the girls used to copy their clothes and hats, but Florry and me tried to live honest.
Larrabbee was suddenly, at sea. And she prided herself on a lack of that vagueness generally attributed to her sex. "On on everything. On what we were talking about, the carnival feeling, the levity, on the unbelief of the age. Isn't it because the control has been taken off?" He saw an opportunity to slip into smoother waters. "The engine has lost its governor?" "Exactly!" cried Mrs. Larrabbee.
And yet, so far as his examination went, he had not lost his beliefs, but the power of communicating them to others. Bremerton, and the sight of another carrying on the work in which he had been happy, weighed upon him, and Bar Harbor offered distraction. Mrs. Larrabbee had not hesitated to remind him of his promise to visit her. If the gallery of portraits of the congregation of St.
A free church was a magnificent ideal, but how was it to be carried on without an Eldon Parr, a Ferguson, a Constable, a Mrs. Larrabbee, or a Gore who would make up the deficit at the end of the year? Could weekly contributions, on the envelope system, be relied upon, provided the people continued to come and fill the pews of absent and outraged parishioners?
"Or perhaps Mrs. Larrabbee would make room for them?" "I've considered that, of course," replied Hodder, thoughtfully, though he was a little surprised that McCrae should have mentioned it. "You think their reasons are social, then, that they feel the gap. I feel it myself most strongly. And yet none of these men are Socialists. If they were, they wouldn't come here to the parish house."
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