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On that evening Miss Stanbury had a few friends to drink tea with her. There were Mr. and Mrs. Crumbie, and Mrs. MacHugh of course, and the Cheritons from Alphington, and the Miss Apjohns from Helion Villa, and old Mr. Powel all the way from Haldon, and two of the Wrights from their house in the Northernhay, and Mr. Gibson; but the Miss Frenches from Heavitree were not there.
Witla," MacHugh said to Angela when she came back to the fire. He was essaying portraiture as a side line and he was anxious for good opportunities to practice. Angela thrilled at the invitation, and the use of her new name, Mrs. Witla, by Eugene's old friends. "I'd be delighted," she replied, flushing. "My word, you look nice, Angel-Face," exclaimed Marietta, catching her about the waist.
I hardly knew what he said to me, I was so frightened; but Brooke said that he meant to be civil, and that he is going to send me a present. I have got a quantity of things already, and yesterday Mrs. MacHugh sent me such a beautiful cream-jug. If you'll come in time on the 9th, you shall see them all before they are put away.
Come on then, Myles Crawford said. Where's my hat? He walked jerkily into the office behind, parting the vent of his jacket, jingling his keys in his back pocket. They jingled then in the air and against the wood as he locked his desk drawer. He's pretty well on, professor MacHugh said in a low voice.
Why the hell didn't you give us time to think it over? You're a fine jellyfish, you are." He poked him reprimandingly in the ribs. "There isn't anyone any more sorry than I am," said Eugene. "I hate to leave here, I do. But we won't lose track of each other. I'll still be around here." "Where do you expect to live? Here in the city?" asked MacHugh, still a little gloomy. "Sure.
Mr Bloom, seeing the coast clear, made for the inner door. Just a moment, Mr Crawford, he said. I just want to phone about an ad. He went in. What about that leader this evening? professor MacHugh asked, coming to the editor and laying a firm hand on his shoulder. That'll be all right, Myles Crawford said more calmly. Never you fret. Hello, Jack. That's all right.
Eugene visited the show room at the time the pictures were being hung, with Angela, with Smite and MacHugh, Shotmeyer and others. He had long since notified Norma Whitmore and Miriam Finch, but not the latter until after Wheeler had had time to tell her. This also chagrined her, for she felt in this as she had about his marriage, that he was purposely neglecting her.
"But what's a woman to do, if her husband beats her?" said Mrs. Crumbie. "Beat him again," said Mrs. MacHugh. "And the husband will be sure to have the worst of it," said Mr. Crumbie. "Well, I declare, if you haven't turned up an honour again, Miss Stanbury!" "It was your wife that cut it to me, Mr. Crumbie."
"I bet I know," suggested Smite. "He's been running up to Twenty-sixth Street pretty regularly." Joseph was thinking of Miriam Finch, to whom Eugene had introduced both him and MacHugh. "Nothing like that, surely," inquired MacHugh, looking over at Eugene to see if it possibly could be so. "It's all true, fellers," replied Eugene, " as God is my judge. I'm going to leave you soon."
He wanted to do just as he had always done make love to Marietta if she would let him, but he could not. He walked to the fire when the studio door was closed. "They're such nice boys," exclaimed Marietta. "I think Mr. MacHugh is as funny as he can be. He has such droll wit." "Smite is nice too," replied Eugene defensively. "They're both lovely just lovely," returned Marietta. "I like Mr.
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