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Loretta had a sneaking preference for the May Irwin School of Expression, but she had to go through with the Saint-Saens Stuff now and then to maintain a Club Standing. Accordingly she and Mother and poor old dying Father, with no Heart in the Enterprise, were planted well down in Section B, where they could watch Mrs.
"'Pears like you air mighty quiet, June." "That's so," said Loretta, looking at her, too. June, still silent, turned back to her dishes. They were beginning to take notice after all, for the girl hardly knew that she had not opened her lips. Once only Dave spoke to her, and that was when Loretta said she must go.
"But I don't want to marry him," Loretta broke forth protestingly. "Then I shouldn't," he counselled. "But I ought to marry him." "OUGHT to marry him?" She nodded. "That is a strong word." "I know it is," she acquiesced, while she strove to control her trembling lips. Then she spoke more calmly. "I am a wicked woman, a terribly wicked woman. No one knows how wicked I am except Billy."
She had the grace of a slender flower, the fragility of colour and line of fine china, in all of which he pleasured greatly, without thought of the Life Force palpitating beneath and in spite of Bernard Shaw in whom he believed. Loretta burgeoned. She swiftly developed personality.
The witness here confessed that she had been very much excited by these unusual proceedings and by the effect which they seemed to have on the lady just mentioned; so she was ready to notice that Mrs. Jeffrey's hand shook like that of an old and palsied woman when she reached out for the tray. Gladly would Loretta have caught one glimpse of her face, but it was hidden by the door; nor did Mrs.
Then loosening herself she went all about the room with a caressing touch to everything, as though it were alive. The book was the volume of Keats he had given her which had been loaned to Loretta before June went away. "Oh, I wrote for it and wrote for it," she said. "I found it in the post-office," said Hale, "and I understood." She went over to the bed. "Oh," she said with a happy laugh.
"You can't marry both of us," he almost shouted. "And it isn't the custom... what... what Billy said?" "No, it isn't the custom. Now, Loretta, will you marry me?" "Don't be angry with me," she pouted demurely. He gathered her into his arms and kissed her.
Neither did he want Loretta to marry Billy nor anybody else. It was Captain Kitt's belief that Daisy needed the help of her younger sister in the household. But he did not say this aloud. Instead, he always insisted that Loretta was too young to think of marriage. So it was Captain Kitt's idea that Loretta should be packed off on a visit to Mrs. Hemingway. There wouldn't be any Billy there.
She was going home to see Bub and Loretta and Uncle Billy and "old Hon" and her step-mother and Dave, and yet she felt vaguely troubled. The valley on the other side was in dazzling sunshine she had seen that.
She could hear the voices of the guests in the porch around the corner of the house there was an ordeal for her around there, and she went on. Loretta and Loretta's mother were there, and old Hon and several wives and daughters of Tolliver adherents from up Deadwood Creek and below Uncle Billy's mill.
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