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Updated: May 8, 2025
The amiable Senator and his friend Beals examined critically the little Gothic chapel, which had been a gift to his native town by the Colonel, as well as the stone library at the other end of the green. "Nice idea of Price," the Senator was saying, "handsome buildings pleasant little village," and he moved in the direction of Miss Pallanton, who was alone.
Cornelia was first, large, handsome, stately, her broad black hat nodding above the feminine stream, her dark eyes observing all, while she slowly smiled to the witticisms Vickers murmured in her ear. Every one glanced at Miss Pallanton; she was a figure, as Isabelle realized when she finally stood before her, a very handsome figure, and would get her due attention from her world.
And to-night he felt confident that he should be able before long to place her in it.... The Senator, having discharged his cargo of compliments, was saying: "Saw your friend Miss Pallanton that was Mrs. Woodyard at the Stantons's the other night, looking like a blond Cleopatra. She's married a bright fellow, and she'll be the making of him.
"Very sweet," the large woman replied in a purring voice, properly modulated for the sentiment expressed. "Isabelle made an impressive bride." And these two school friends moved on towards the door. Cornelia Pallanton, still surveying the scene, nodded and said to her companion, "There's your cousin Nannie Lawton. Her husband isn't here, I suppose? There are a good many St. Louis people."
This sex matter had been exaggerated by Poets and Prudes, and their hysterical utterances should not inhibit her impulses. Nevertheless she did not consider it a suitable opportunity to tell Percy about the kiss. Percy Woodyard and Cornelia Pallanton had married on a new, radical basis.
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