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Any one may pick up a flower, especially one that has been dropped by a pretty girl. Martin walked on, and turned to the left down the path that leads to the Kotzebue gate. Then the old man on the seat nearly opposite to that upon which Netty had been sitting seemed to arouse himself from the lethargy of misery.
George-street, Bloomsbury, was a long way off, but Netty was a brave walker. It took two hours, carrying that heavy baby, to get there, and as she walked the baby's face frightened her more and more, but with the aid of several friendly policemen she did get at last to George-street.
"I'll say that I hope to pay him." The two had been through scenes like this before, but never had the situation hitherto been so desperate as to-night. Netty, soft-footed and soft-voiced, returned to announce that the carriage was ready. Mrs. Swinton thereupon threw away her cigarette, and gathered up her train.
Yes sir, we used to be at Lexington one week, and Louisville the next, and over here on the Ames track after that. Did you ever hear of Water Witch and Netty Boone?" Yes, Stephen had, from Mr. Jack Brinsmade. The Colonel's face beamed. "Why, sir," he cried, "that very nigger, Ned, who drove you here from the cars-he used to ride Netty Boone. Would you believe that, Mr. Brice?
The pet name for Netty was, "The Persian," because she somewhat resembled a Persian cat in her ways, always choosing the warmest and most comfortable chairs, and curling up on sofas, quite content to be quiet, only asking to be left alone and caressed at rare intervals by highly-esteemed persons.
The Mangleses were among the first to arrive, Julia in a dress of rich black silk, with some green about it, and a number of iridescent beetle-wings serving as a relief. Miss Netty Cahere was a vision of pink and self-effacing quietness. "We shall know no one," she said, with a shrinking movement of her shoulders as they mounted the stairs.
Which was the absolute truth; for politics bored her horribly. He looked at her with a laugh, and only loved her all the more, for persisting in her ignorance of those matters which are always better left to men. "I almost missed," he said gayly, "an excellent opportunity of holding my tongue." "Only " began Netty, as if in continuation of her protest against being told anything. "Only what?"
His face, too, was thin and spare, like the face of a man who is working hard at work or sport. But he was gay and light-hearted as ever. Neither did he make any disguise of his admiration for Netty. "It is three days," he said, "since I have seen you. And it seems like three years." Which is the sort of remark that can only be ignored by the discreet.
Miss Mangles continued to look at the young men severely, as if making up her mind how best to take them in hand. "Don't see the worst of 'em here," muttered Mr. Mangles, dismally. "It isn't round about the grand-stand that young men come to grief on the turf. That contingent is waiting to be called up into the boxes, and reformed by the young women." Netty looked gently distressed.
In like manner our stricken Annette perceived the object; so did she gradually apprehend the fact of her being asked for Tinman's bride, and she could not think it credible. She half scented, she devised her plan of escape from another single mention of it. But on her father's remarking, with a shuffle, frightened by her countenance, "Don't listen to what I said, Netty.
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