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"Are you gentlemen going to row?" she asked Mavering. "No; they've ruled the tubs out this time; and we should send anything else to the bottom." Mrs. Pasmer perceived that he was joking, but also that they were not of the crew; and she said that if that was the case the should not go. "Oh, don't let that keep you away! Aren't you going?
Sweet-fern in patches broke their mass here and there, and exhaled its wild perfume to the foot or skirt brushing through it. "I don't think there's anything much prettier than these clusters; do you, Miss Pasmer?" asked Mavering, as he lifted a bunch pendent from the little tree before he stripped it into the bowl he carried. "And see! it spoils the bloom to gather them."
"Then if he hasn't promised us, he's deceived us all the more shamefully, for he's made us think he had." "He hasn't me," said Mrs. Pasmer, smiling at the stormy virtue in her daughter's face. "And what if you should go home awhile with him for the summer, say? It couldn't last longer, much; and it wouldn't hurt us to wait. I suppose he hoped for something of that kind."
"I think I should be tempted to box my boy's ears if I saw him paying another man's wife attention." "What a Roman father!" cried Mrs. Pasmer, greatly amused, and letting herself go a little further yet. She said to herself that she really must find out who this remarkable Mr.
He was not long in seeing that she shared this illusion, if it was an illusion, and that perhaps the only person besides himself who was in the joke was her mother. Mrs. Pasmer and he grew more and more into each other's confidence in talking Alice over, and he admired the intrepidity of this lady, who was not afraid of her daughter even in the girl's most topping moments of self-abasement.
"Oh, I don't know. Who'll look after you when you're married? Oh, I forgot Ma'am Pasmer!" "I guess we shall be able to look after ourselves," said Dan; a little sulkily. "Yes, if you'll be allowed to," insinuated his sister. They spoke at the end of a talk in which he had fretted at the reticence of both his sister and his father concerning the Pasmers, whom they had just been to see.
"The book ends with a marriage; there's no denying that," said Mrs. Brinkley, with a reserve in her tone which caused Mrs. Pasmer to continue for her "And marriage means happiness in a book." "I'm not sure that it does in this case.
Pasmer felt his kindness truly; and she did not feel it the less because she knew that there was but one thing that could, at his frankly selfish age, make a young fellow wish to make a girl have a good time; except for that reason he must be bending the whole soul of egotistic youth to making some other girl have a good time.
Boardman this time." "Yes; but he's going on business," persisted Mavering, as if for the pleasure he found in fencing with the air, "and he can't look after me." "On business?" said Mrs. Pasmer, dropping her outspread fan on her lap, incredulously. "Yes; he's going into journalism he's gone into it," laughed Mavering; "and he's going down to report the race for the 'Events'."
He made a gesture intended, in the American manner, to be at once polite and jocose, and was gone, leaving Mrs. Pasmer a little surprised, and Mr. Mavering in some misgiving, which he tried to overcome pressing his jaws together two or three times without speaking. She had no trouble in getting in the first remark. "Isn't all this charming, Mr. Mavering?"
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