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Besides, we don't know that she did " The dining-room door closed softly on the whispered words: "Puffect nonsense. Of course we know." Maurice, tiptoeing into Eleanor's room, thought she was asleep, and was backing out again, when she opened drowsy eyes and said, faintly, "Hullo." He bent over to kiss her. "Well, you're a great girl, to cut up like this when I'm away from home!"
Skewbald. No, I wasn't, so there. Bay. No, she was a footlights favourite; wore her mane in plaits and a star-spangled bearing-rein and surcingle to improve her fig-u-are; did pretty parlour tricks to the strains of the banjo and psaltery. N'est-ce pas, chérie? Skewbald. Well, what if I did? There's scores of circus-gals is puffect lydies. I don't require none of your familiarity any'ow, Mister.
"I wouldn't have believed such a thing of Maurice Curtis oh, my poor Eleanor!" she said, and burst out crying. "I suppose she knows? Did she want to see the child? I always said she was a puffect angel! But I don't wonder she she got wet ..." Eleanor was very close to the River now, yet she smiled when Jacky's shrinking lips touched her cheek.
Putting down with a shaking hand a long glass emptied of its contents paid for by Heyst he said, with that deliberate sagacity which no mere water-drinker ever attained: "Heyst's a puffect g'n'lman. Puffect! But he's a ut-uto-utopist." Heyst had just gone out of the place of public refreshment where this pronouncement was voiced. Utopist, eh?
An' if there's any other church that'll teach me somethin' new about Jesus Christ, that puffect Man, I'll jine it. I've never seed a church that had Him in it that wa'n't good enough for me." The old man smiled in humorous retrospection as he went on: "The first company of Christians I jined was the Hard-shells. I was young an' a raw recruit an' nachully fell into the awkward squad.
"How?" said Dick, laughing. "By telling on him the truth, sir." "What truth?" "I stood back and looked at him, and I says to him: `There, sir; don't you feel like a new man? "Ah, yes! he says, with one o' those big mellingcholly sighs of his'n, which makes me think he's got something on his mind. "`And now, sir, I says, `you look puffect. "`Oh, nonsense, man! he says, sharply.
But I could have told her what to expect. In fact, I did. I always said if she wasn't entertainin', she'd lose him. Yes; she had a hard time but she kept her figger. Should Maurice marry the boy's mother? 'Course not! Puffect nonsense. You think he'll make up to Edith Houghton? She would have too much self-respect to look at him! And if she did, her father would never consent to it."
Don't blush, my lad, and don't flare up. We all know you're terrible took with 'er. It's nothink to be ashamed of. Wot I'm going to say is this. She's a puffect child yet and you are still a schoolboy. Are you going to be man enough when you gets older and more mature-like to stick by this 'ere puppy love that means so much to 'er now?
"I shall tell you exactly what I think of you, Eleanor, for, as my dear mother used to say, if I have a virtue it is candor; I think you are a puffect fool. As for Mr. Curtis, I no more thought of protectin' him than I would think of protectin' a baby in a perambulator from its nursemaid! Bingo was sick at his stomach this mornin'. You've ruined the boy's life."
"Mistah Dane is a puffect gen'l'man," she continued. "He's not one bit stuck up, an' he's got manners, too. Why, he touches his cap to dis ol' woman, an' if dat ain't a sign of a gen'leman, den I'd like to know what is. I ain't afraid to trust Missie Jean wif a man like dat." "But suppose he should take Jean away?" the Colonel queried. "Doan yo' worry 'bout dat, Cun'l.
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