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People don't like to talk of such things." "They're ashamed," Minver declared. "The lovers don't either of them, in a given ease, like to let others know how much the woman had to do with making the offer, and how little the man." Minver's point provoked both Wanhope and myself to begin a remark at the same time. We begged each other's pardon, and Wanhope insisted that I should go on.
He drove there and back in his own buggy, and when he reached the top overlooking the valley, with his bride, he stopped his horse, and pointed with his whip. 'There, he said, 'as far as the sky is blue, it's all ours! I thought that was fine." "Fine?" I couldn't help bursting out; "it's a stroke of poetry." Minver cut in: "The thrifty Acton making a note of it for future use in literature."
"Yes, that's the point, Halson," Minver interposed. "Your story is all very well, as far as it goes; but Rulledge here has been insinuating that it was Miss Hazelwood who made the offer, and he wants you to bear him out." Rulledge winced at the outrage, but he would not stay Halson's answer even for the sake of righting himself.
Then he burst out, "I believe every word Halson said. If there's any fake in the thing, it's the fake that Minver owned to." "Chug-chug, chug-chug!" That was the liner, and it had been saying the same thing for two nights and two days.
Minver asked; Rulledge threw himself back on the divan and beat the cushions with impatience. "Is it essential to give them?" "Oh no. I merely wondered. Go on." "The authorities are all right. She had disappeared with him before the others noticed. It was a thing that happened; there was no design in it; that would have been out of character.
But the best I could do was to let the next one overtake me several blocks down Marlborough Street, and carry me to the little jumping-off station on Westchester Park, as we used to call it in those days, at the end of the Back Bay line. "As I pushed into the railroad office, I bet myself that the picture would not be there, and, sure enough, I won." "You were always a lucky dog," Minver said.
Newton now began by saying abruptly, in a fashion he had, "We used to hear a good deal in Boston about your Easter Parade here in New York. Do you still keep it up?" No one else answering, Minver replied, presently, "I believe it is still going on.
Minver gave a fleering laugh. "Don't be premature, Rulledge. If you have the logic now, you will spoil everything. You can't have the moral until you've had the whole story. Go on, Wanhope. You're so much more interesting than usual that I won't ask how you got hold of all these compromising minutiae." "Of course," Wanhope returned, "they're not for the general ear.
"There was something rather nice happened after But, really, now!" "Oh, go on!" Minver called out in contempt of his scruple. "I haven't the right Well, I suppose I'm on safe ground here? It won't go any further, of course; and it was so pretty!
You remember them?" he asked Minver. "Not when I can help it," Minver answered. "When I broke with Boston, and went to New York, I burnt my horse-cars behind me, and never wanted to know what they looked like, one from another."
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