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Nettlepoint said to me that evening, as soon as I went in to see her. 'I'll do what I can but what's the matter? 'She has been crying here and going on she has quite upset me. 'Crying? She doesn't look like that.
Nettlepoint are always together, but it isn't in the least public that she is going to be married. 'Why, how can you say when the very sailors know it! The captain knows it and all the officers know it; they see them there especially at night, when they're sailing the ship. 'I thought there was some rule said Mrs. Gotch. 'Well, there is that you've got to behave yourself, Mrs. Peck rejoined.
Nettlepoint for a moment said nothing; then she treated me to another inconsequence. "Ah she's horrid!" "No, she's charming!" I protested. "You mean she's 'curious'?" "Well, for me it's the same thing!" This led my friend of course to declare once more that I was cold-blooded.
I don't know what that has had to do with it. Miss Mavis, so far as I've noticed, hasn't been above today." "Oh it goes on all the same." "It goes on?" "Well, it's too late." "Too late?" "Well, you'll see. There'll be a row." This wasn't comforting, but I didn't repeat it on deck. Mrs. Nettlepoint returned early to her cabin, professing herself infinitely spent.
"Mercy, how you rush about in this temperature!" the poor lady exclaimed while I reflected that it was perhaps his billiard-balls I had heard ten minutes before. I was sure he was fond of billiards. "Rush? not in the least. I take it uncommon easy." "Ah I'm bound to say you do!" Mrs. Nettlepoint returned with inconsequence.
I know enough to know that, she went on. 'Dear young lady, there are no bad parts, I answered, reassuringly. 'Why, Mr. Nettlepoint says it's horrid. 'It's horrid? 'Up there in the Batignolles. It's worse than Merrimac Avenue. 'Worse in what way? 'Why, even less where the nice people live. 'He oughtn't to say that, I returned. 'Don't you call Mr.
"You've such cold-blooded terms!" Mrs. Nettlepoint wailed. "Elle ne sait pas se conduire; she ought to have come to ask about me." "Yes, since you're under her care," I laughed. "As for her not knowing how to behave well, that's exactly what we shall see." "You will, but not I! I wash my hands of her." "Don't say that don't say that." Mrs. Nettlepoint looked at me a moment.
Mavis, had had to fly round. Her daughter's passage was taken, but it seemed too dreadful that she should make her journey all alone, the first time she had ever been at sea, without any companion or escort. She couldn't go Mr. Mavis was too sick: she hadn't even been able to get him off to the seaside. 'Well, Mrs. Nettlepoint is going in that ship, Mrs.
'Oh yes, I can testify to that. Therefore I'm glad too. We should have missed it, I think. 'How seriously you take it! Mrs. Nettlepoint exclaimed. 'Ah, wait a few days! I replied, getting up to leave her. The Patagonia was slow, but she was spacious and comfortable, and there was a kind of motherly decency in her long, nursing rock and her rustling, old-fashioned gait.
'Are we going very fast? 'Not fast, but steadily. Ohne Hast, ohne Rast do you know German? 'Well, I've studied it some. 'It will be useful to you over there when you travel. 'Well yes, if we do. But I don't suppose we shall much. Mr. Nettlepoint says we ought, my interlocutress added in a moment. 'Ah, of course he thinks so. He has been all over the world.
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