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As I sat there on a rock, I heard a crackling of twigs, and Penton thrust his way through the intervening branches to my bare rock and my bare self ... I hastily, I do not know why, put on my bathrobe.... "Hello, Penton." "Good morning, Johnnie. I felt you'd be down here for your morning bath ... I came to have a serious talk with you." "Yes?" "I want you to take calmly what I am about to say!"
Possessed of a large voice and an insistent manner, he sold books by the dozen before and after Emma Silverman's lectures.... Miss Silverman already knew of me through Summershire, the wealthy socialist editor and owner of Summershire's Magazine, and Penton Baxter. It thrilled me when she called me by my first name.... Her first lecture was on Sex.
It was something that would have been accepted off-handedly by me. I had been in jail often, not for a cause, as I punned wretchedly, but be-cause. I did not accord hero-worship to Penton when he returned, as the women of the household did. For a week it quite reconciled Hildreth with him.... But on the first night of his absence Hildreth and I took a stroll together in the moonlight.
" the first time I ever heard of it," I replied, concealing my pride in the invitation, under show of being disgruntled.... That was Penton's way, arranging things first, telling you afterward. "But you will do it? I have said you would!" "Yes, Penton, if you wish me to!"
The others were willing to consider what had happened to them, as a private affair. Penton gracelessly used that, and every private adventure for propaganda turned it sincerely in the way he thought it might benefit people.... He gave the papers a very bad poem The Prison Night. I remember but one line of it "The convict rasped his vermin-haunted hide."
"Damn you, Penton ... needn't tell me about the news leaking out ... you've done it yourself ... now I want you to promise me only one thing, that you'll hold the reporters off for a couple of hours, till we have a good start." "I'll do my best," answered he, "but please believe me.
With that she reached out one hand to me, with that pretty droop of the left corner of her mouth, that already had begun to fascinate me.... "Help me up ... a hammock's a nice place to be in, but an awkward thing to get out of." I took her hand and helped her rise to a sitting posture. "Ruth's in the little house typing ... Penton and Darrie are a-field taking a walk." I paused where I was. Mrs.
I know you're right. When are you coming to see Penton Court? I will give a housewarming You say that Dix has settled down here. I'll look him up. I'll be glad to see the muddle-headed seraph again. I'll ask him to come, too, so there will be you and he and perhaps your sister will honor me, and your mother, Mrs. Oldrieve?" "Mother doesn't go out much nowadays," said Zora.
I had been writing on, entranced, by unneeded lamp, when unheeded day burned about me. Stepping inside again, I saw by my Ingersoll that it was twelve o'clock. I fell into a deep sleep, still dressed ... I was so exhausted. Usually I slept absolutely naked. These were the things that happened while Penton was in jail because he played tennis on Sunday.
It was too broad and placid for either prettiness or beauty, but a mischievous tilt to the nose and large calm hazel eyes kept her this side of mere plainness.... Penton glanced from me to his wife, from his wife to me, in one look of instinctive inquiry, before he addressed me.... "Well, Johnnie, here you are ... East at last ... and about to become a real literary man."
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