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Widgery coughed. "What HAS all this to do with me?" asked Jessie, availing herself of the interruption. "The point is," said Mrs. Milton, on her defence, "that in my books " "All I want to do," said Jessie, "is to go about freely by myself. Girls do so in America. Why not here?" "Social conditions are entirely different in America," said Miss Mergle. "Here we respect Class Distinctions."
Miss Mergle had told her at parting to live fearlessly and truly, and had further given her a volume of Emerson's Essays and Motley's "Dutch Republic," to help her through the rapids of adolescence. Jessie's feelings for her stepmother's household at Surbiton amounted to an active detestation.
Hoopdriver, with a splendid drawl, seeing himself, for the first time in all this business, as a romantic villain. "Ugh," said Miss Mergle, unexpectedly striking him about the midriff with her extended palms, and sending him staggering backward into the hall of the hotel. "Let me pass," said Miss Mergle, in towering indignation.
Then with a concluding "Ugh!" and a gesture of repugnance he passed on into the dining-room from which the voice of Miss Mergle was distinctly audible remarking that the weather was extremely hot even for the time of year. This expression of extreme disapprobation had a very demoralizing effect upon Hoopdriver, a demoralization that was immediately completed by the advent of the massive Widgery.
You have been unduly influenced, it is only too apparent, by a class of literature which, with all due respect to distinguished authoress that shall be nameless, I must call the New Woman Literature. In that deleterious ingredient of our book boxes " "I don't altogether agree with you there," said Miss Mergle, throwing her head back and regarding him firmly through her spectacles, and Mr.
Then with one of those fatal hesitations of his, it occurred to him that this attitude was merely vulgarly defiant he withdrew both, returned one and pulled at the insufficient moustache with the other. Miss Mergle caught him in confusion. "Is this the man?" she said to Dangle, and forthwith, "How DARE you, sir? How dare you face me? That poor girl!" "You will permit me to observe," began Mr.
She knew the thing to do was to have a flat and to go to the British Museum and write leading articles for the daily papers until something better came along. Now her only hope was that liberal-minded woman, Miss Mergle, who, a year ago, had sent her out, highly educated, into the world.
"It's very unfortunate. What I want to know is, why I cannot go away for a holiday if I want to." "With a strange young man, socially your inferior," said Widgery, and made her flush by his tone. "Why not?" she said. "With anybody." "They don't do that, even in America," said Miss Mergle.
Codger lodged with a little deaf innocent old lady, Mrs. Araminta Mergle, who was understood to be herself a very redoubtable Character in the Gyp-Bedder class; about her he related quietly absurd anecdotes.
Hoopdriver. "You are a scoundrel, sir," said Mr. Dangle. "Et your service," said Mr. Hoopdriver. "She awaits 'er stepmother, sir." Mr. Dangle hesitated. "She will be here immediately," he said. "Here is her friend, Miss Mergle." Mr. Hoopdriver unfolded his arms slowly, and, with an air of immense calm, thrust his hands into his breeches pockets.
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