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It is notorious that they are mutual antidotes, especially when followed by the grape cure. Now, ladies and Ozzie, don't exasperate me by being coy. Fall to! Ingurgitate. Ozzie, be a man for a change." Mr. Prohack seemed to intimidate everybody to such an extent that Sissie herself went off to secure tumblers. "But why are you opening another bottle, father?" she asked in alarm on her return.
Ozzie smiled agreeably, though nervously. Mr. Prohack was conscious of a certain surprising sympathy for this chubby simpering young man with the peculiar vocation, whom but lately he had scorned and whom on one occasion he had described as a perfect ass. "Well, shall we sit down?" suggested the elder, whom the younger's nervousness had put into an excellent state of easy confidence.
And when Mr. Softly Bishop gradually drew Ozzie into a technical tête-
Jus' watch me fix Jud Carpenter agin. Wanter see me git even with him? Well, come along." "What'll you do?" asked Ozzie B. "I'll make that mustang break his neck for the way he treated you, or my name ain't Archie B. Butts that's all. Venture pee wee under the bridge, bam bam bam!" "No oo no," began Ozzie B., beginning to cry again "Don't kill 'im it'll be cruel."
Oswald Morfey walked straight into the building at the head of his guests. Highly expensive persons were humbling themselves at the little window of the box office, but Ozzie held his course, and officials performed obeisances which stopped short only at falling flat on their faces at the sight of him. Tickets were not for him.
They were very feminine; even Ozzie had something of the feminine attitude of fatalistic attending upon events beyond feminine control; he had it, indeed, far more than the vigorous-minded Sissie had it. They were cheerful, with a cheerfulness that made up in tact what it lacked in sincerity. Mr. Prohack compared them to passengers on a ship which is in danger.
She exhibited sweetness without gaiety, and a general curiosity without interest. She said not a word concerning the visit of Sissie and Ozzie. She expressed the hope that Mr. Prohack had had a pleasant evening and slept well. Her anxiety to be agreeable to Mr. Prohack was touching, it was angelic. To the physical eye all was as usual, but Mr.
And when Sissie said that as neither she nor Ozzie had much use for the state of being merely engaged the wedding would occur very soon, Mr. Prohack rejoiced at the prospect of the upset being so quickly over. After the emotions and complications of the wedding he would settle down to simplicity, luxurious possibly, but still simplicity: the plain but perfect.
He wanted to ask Eliza Fiddle to dance, and also he didn't want to ask her to dance. However, he had apparently ceased to exist for her. Ozzie had introduced him to several radiant young creatures. He wanted to ask them to dance; but he dared not. And he was furious with himself. To dance with one's daughter and wife was well enough in its way, but it was not the real thing. It was without salt.
"They're full of people who've paid twice the ordinary price for their seats," answered Ozzie. "Who's that extraordinary old red-haired woman in the box opposite?" Eve demanded. "That's Enid." "Enid?" "Yes. You know the Enid stove, don't you? All ladies know the Enid stove. It's been a household word for forty years. That's the original Enid.
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