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When she was at Home she would suck Lemons and complain about Draughts and tell why she didn't like the Other Girls' Voices. She began to act like a Prima Donna, and her Mother was encouraged a Lot. Lutie certainly had the Artistic Temperament bigger than a Church Debt.
Fascinated she watched the unsteady figure lurching toward her, and the white face growing more and more distinct and forbidding as it came out of the darkness. Suddenly she was released from the spell. Like a flash she darted toward the taxi-cab. From behind came a hoarse cry. "Lutie! For God's sake—" "Quick!" she cried out to the driver. "Open the door! Be quick!" The engine was throbbing.
By the time Oliver looked in again Lutie was more than ready to pay some Attention to him. She is now doing a few quiet Vocalizations for her Friends. When some one who hasn't Heard tells her that she is good enough for Opera, they have to open the Windows and give her more Air. MORAL: When in Doubt, try it on the Box-office.
"Anne," said Judy, peeping in at the door, "I'm back, and Lutie Barton is with me. Come on in and see her." "Oh, dear," said Anne, with a dismayed glance at her spattered apron, "I look like a sight." "Run up the back way and fix up," said Judy, "and I'll talk to her until you come down." Lutie Barton brought with her the gossip of the town.
She hesitated and then lowered the hand that was extended to push the button beside Simmy's door. "Before we go in, I think we would better understand each other, Lutie." She had never called the girl by her Christian name before. "I have nothing to apologise for. When you And George were married I did not care a pin, one way or the other.
"Do you know that you are a very lucky person, George?" she said abruptly. He blinked. "You don't know it, but you are. I wish I had the same chance that you have." "What are you talking about?" he demanded. "I wish I had the same chance to be happy that you have." "Happy? Good Lord, I'll never be happy without Lutie, and you know it," he groaned. "That is just the chance you still have, Buddy.
Lutie started and her jaw fell. "Good gracious! That's—that's Dr. Thorpe now. He is the only one who comes up without being announced from downstairs. Oh, dear! What shall I—Don't you think you'd better see him, Anne?" Anne had arisen. A warm flush had come into her pale cheeks. She was breathing quickly and her eyes were bright. "I will see him, Lutie.
I was the only one who cried, curse me for a silly ass. She just simply said that Lutie was the best and bravest girl in the world and that she was sorry for all that she had done to hurt her. And she asked Lutie to forgive her. Then Lutie put her arm around her and called her an old dear. I didn't see any more on account of the infernal tears. But Lutie wouldn't take back the money.
"She is little more than a girl," said he, straightening his figure still a little more, remembering that he had just spoken of his own youthful feelings. There may have been something of the pride of conquest as well. "Just twenty-one last December." Lutie laughed out loud. He bent his head quickly and they saw that his lips were compressed. "I beg your pardon, Wade," cried George's wife.
And so the end of the year finds Templeton Thorpe on his death bed, Anne a quixotic ingrate, George among the diligently unemployed, Lutie on the crest of popularity, Braden in contempt of court, and Mrs. Tresslyn sorely tried by the vagaries of each and every one of the aforesaid persons.
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