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He was glad also that his daughter had displayed commonsense, and he began to admire her again, and in proportion as she perceived that he was admiring her, so she consciously increased her charm; for the fact was, she was very young, very impressionable, very anxious to do the right thing. "Have another glass, Ozzie," urged Mr. Prohack. Ozzie looked at his powerful bride for guidance.
But the romantic sensation had given way to the sensation of the hardness of the bed. Breakfast achieved, Mr. Prohack wondered what he should do next, for he had nothing to do; he had no worries, and almost no solicitudes; he had successfully adapted himself to his environment. Through the half-open door of the dining-room he heard Sissie and Ozzie.
Ozzie was not wearing an eye-glass, and the absence of the broad black ribbon that usually ran like a cable-connection between his eye and his supra-umbilical region produced the disturbing illusion that he had forgotten an essential article of attire. "Yes," Ozzie replied, opening his eyes with that mien of surprise that was his response to all questions, even the simplest.
One thing I've always liked about actresses is that in the afternoon you can read of them getting married that day and then go and see them play the same evening. It seems to me so sensible. And as we were all of the same opinion at our house, especially Sissie and her father, there was no difficulty." "Upon my word," said Mr. Softly Bishop shaking hands with Ozzie.
A few minutes later he beheld a sight which affected him more deeply, and less pleasantly, than anything else in an evening of thunderclaps. Through the little window he saw Sissie dancing with Ozzie Morfey. And although Sissie was not gazing upward ecstatically into Ozzie's face she could not because they were of a size and although her features had a rather stern, fixed expression, Mr.
Now, if you do go you'll be licked twice an' an', Ozzie B., I'll git licked when paw hears of it to-night." "Oh," said Ozzie B., "that's it, is it?" "Yes, of course; if a man don't look out for his own hide, whose goin' to do it for him? Come now, ole man." Ozzie B. was silent. His brother saw the narrow forehead wrinkling in indecision.
Could it be possible that Ozzie was there because Sissie was there? Darker still, could it be possible that Sissie had taken a share in the studio for any reason other than a purely commercial reason?
Prohack was accepting a cigarette, having been told that Ozzie never smoked cigars, when there was a great ring which filled the entire flat as the last trump may be expected to fill the entire earth, and Mr. Prohack dropped the cigarette, muttering: "I think I'll smoke that afterwards." "Good gracious!" the flat mistress exclaimed. "I wonder who that can be. Just go and see, Ozzie, darling."
It was true, and Ozzie B. stood and dug one toe into the ground, and sobbed and wiped his eyes on his shirt sleeve, and told how, in spite of his explanations and beseechings, the Whipper-in had met him down the road and thrashed him unmercifully. "Ozzie B.," said his brother, "you make me tired all over and in spots. I hate for as big a fool as you to look like me.
His black silk stock had gone the way of his ribboned eye-glass; his hair was arranged differently; he closely resembled an average plain man, he, the unique Ozzie! With all his faults, he had previously been both good-natured and negligent, but his expression was now one of sternness and of resolute endeavour. Sissie had already metamorphosed him.
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