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'Have you heard of your friend Mr. Poppleton? the hostess asked. 'Poppleton? Nothing whatever. I should like to see him. 'I'm sorry to tell you he is in a lunatic asylum. As Barfoot kept the silence of astonishment, his cousin went on to tell him that the unhappy man seemed to have lost his wits among business troubles.
In club surroundings he always struck me as an ineffable young ass, loud and talkative and perpetually breaking the silence rules. Yet I have to admit that in his summer flannels and with a straw hat on he can do things that I can't. "These big gates," began Beverly-Jones as he showed Poppleton round the place with me trailing beside them, "we only put up this year."
The story was printed in the Omaha papers, and at once Standing Bear had many white allies. The Omaha City people invited him to come in and talk to them; and so he did, in a church that was crowded with listeners. Two lawyers, Mr. Poppleton and Mr.
"We had quite a struggle," said Beverly-Jones, "before we finally decided on sandstone." I realized that he had one and the same line of talk that he always used. I resented it. No wonder it was easy for him. "Great mistake," said Poppleton. "Too soft. Look at this" here he picked up a big stone and began pounding at the gate-post "see how easily it chips! Smashes right off.
"Lucia and I almost quarrelled the other day," she said "at least, I almost quarrelled. It isn't so nice to be told of things, after all. I must say I don't like it as much as I thought I should." He kept his seat longer than, he had intended; and, when he rose to go, the Rev. Arthur Poppleton was shaking hands with Miss Belinda, and so it fell out that they left the house together.
Poppleton, who would pack and send these books away for me? 'An embarras de richesse! laughed the librarian. 'If you like to tell the porter to take care of them for the present, I shall be glad to see that they are sent wherever you like. Peak answered with a warmth of acknowledgment which seemed to imply that he did not often receive kindnesses.
Poppleton, who, under Octavia's direction, was devoting all his energies to the game: her eyes were bright, and she had lost, for the time being, her timid air of feeling herself somehow in the wrong. "I am glad to see you here," said Mr. Burmistone. "I am glad to be here," she answered. "It has been such a happy afternoon. Every thing has seemed so bright and and different!"
Poppleton, the eminent tenor, who had crowned her with one of the most conspicuous of the chaplets. Here she flew to her husband, and flung her arms round his neck. He was flirting behind the side-scenes with Mademoiselle Flicflac, who had been dancing in the divertissement; and was probably the only man in the theatre of those who witnessed the embrace that did not care for it.
"Look! it has no body to it. See, I can kick holes in it with my heel. Look at that, and that! If I had on stronger boots I could kick this lawn all to pieces." "These geraniums along the border," said Beverly-Jones, "are rather an experiment. They're Dutch." "But my dear fellow," said Poppleton, "you've got them set in wrongly. They ought to slope from the sun you know, never to it.
In its passion for poking its ghostly nose into other people's affairs it reminded me of my earthly friend Poppleton. Nothing pleased it better than being appealed to for aid and advice, and Whibley, who was a perfect slave to it, would hunt half over the parish for people in trouble and bring them to it.
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