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It was bad for her neuralgic eye, the meanderings of the filet pattern, but she liked the delicate threadiness of the handiwork, and Mr. Latz liked watching her. There you have it! Straight through the lacy mesh of the filet to the heart interest. Mr.
"And a great sufferer, too," he said, noting the pressing fingers. She colored under this delightful impeachment. "I wouldn't wish one of my neuralgia spells to my worst enemy, Mr. Latz." "If you were mine I mean if the say was mine I wouldn't stop until I had you to every specialist in Europe. I know a thing or two about those fellows over there. Some of them are wonders." Mrs.
There was scarcely more than the quick rotation of her arm around with the spoke of a truck wheel, so quickly she went down. It was almost a miracle, her kind of death, because out of all that jam of tonnage, she carried only one bruise, a faint one, near the brow. And the wonder was that Louis Latz in his grief was so proud.
"Want to join us, Alma?" "Oh yes thank you, Louis." "But I thought you and Leo were " "No, no. I'd rather go with you and mamma, Louis." Even her mother had smiled rather strainedly. Louis' invitation, politely uttered, had said so plainly, "Are we two never to be alone, your mother and I?" Oh, there was no doubt that Louis Latz was in love and with all the delayed fervor of first youth.
"God bless you for knowing it so easy, Carrie. A young girl would make it so hard. It's just what has kept me from asking you weeks ago, this getting it said. Carrie, will you?" "I'm a widow, Mr. Latz Louis " "Loo " "L loo. With a grown daughter. Not one of those merry-widows you read about." "That's me! A bachelor on top, but a home man underneath.
For a week sometimes, these attacks heralded their comings with little jabs, like the pricks of an exploring needle. Then the under-eyes began to look their muddiest. They were darkening now and she put up two fingers with little pressing movement to her temple. "You're a great little woman," reiterated Mr. Latz, rather riveting even Mrs.
Latz Louis Loo, on my income, and with a daughter growing up, and naturally anxious to give her the best, it hasn't been so easy. People think I'm a rich widow and with her father's memory to consider and a young lady daughter, naturally I let them think it, but on my seventy-four hundred a year it has been hard to keep up appearances in a hotel like this.
Louis Latz, who was too short, slightly too stout, and too shy of likely length of swimming arm ever to have figured in any woman's inevitable visualization of her ultimate Leander, liked, fascinatedly, to watch Mrs. Samstag's nicely manicured fingers at work. He liked them passive, too. Best of all, he would have preferred to feel them between his own, but that had never been.
With a woman's talent for them, her tears sprang. "Mr. Latz " "Louis," he interpolated, widely eloquent of posture. "You're proposing Louis!" She explained rather than asked, and placed her hand to her heart so prettily that he wanted to crush it there with his kisses. "God bless you for knowing it so easy, Carrie. A young girl would make it so hard.
Samstag's fingers were rigid at their task of lace making, the scraping of the orchestral violin tearing the roaring noises in her ears into ribbons of alternate sound and vacuum, as if she were closing her ears and opening them, so roaringly the blood pounded. "I When a woman cares for a man like I did Mr. Latz, she'll never be happy until she cares again like that.
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