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Now, Quin's smile was his chief asset in the way of looks. It was a leisurely smile, that began far below the surface and sent preliminary ripples up to his eyes and the corners of his big mouth, and broke through at last in a radiant flash of good humor. In this case it met a very prompt answer under the big hat. "You see, I'm not supposed to be dancing," she explained rather condescendingly.
"Besides, she may have gone to the Martels'." "I don't think so," said Miss Isobel, twisting her handkerchief in her slender fingers; "because, you see, she she took her suit-case." For the first time, Quin's face reflected the anxiety of Miss Isobel's. When Hannah returned she reported that no one answered the telephone at the Randolph Bartletts'.
Chester repeated impressively, "the most beautiful and dignified dance ever invented. Shall we show him, Miss Enid?" And, to Quin's unbounded amazement, Mr.
If the window-washing did not become an actuality, it was due to the weather rather than to any clemency on the part of Mr. Bangs. He seemed bent upon testing Quin's mettle, and required tasks of him that only a man used to the discipline of the army would have performed. Quin, on his part, carried out instructions with a thoroughness and dispatch that upset the entire office force.
The mere thought of such a man in connection with Eleanor Bartlett made Quin's strong fingers clench around an imaginary neck and brought beads of perspiration to his forehead. "Something's got to be done!" he thought wildly, staggering to his feet. "I got to stop it; I got " Then the sense of his helplessness swept over him, and he sat down again on the steps.
Of course they were sympathetic over Madam Bartlett's accident the Martels' sympathy was always on tap for friend or foe, but that did not interfere with a frank enjoyment of Quin's spirited account of her high-handed treatment of the family, especially the incident of the smelling salts. "She ought to belong to the Tank Brigade," said Rose. "'Treat 'em rough' is her motto."
Quin's perplexity, he continued to sit on his little stool, with his slice of griddle-cake half-crumbled in his lap, and answered her suggestions that he should finish his breakfast, and run out to play, by irrelevant requests for his own ould mammy.
Then his thoughts flew after his departed Tuxedo and the gorgeous wing-toed pumps. "What'll I have to wear?" "It is to be a noon affair," reassured Mr. Chester. "Simple morning coat, you know, and light-gray tie." Quin's ideas concerning a morning coat were extremely vague, and the possibility of his procuring one vaguer still; but the occasion was too portentous to admit of hesitation. He and Mr.
I'm going to take you and come for you. You ain't going to turn me down, are you?" "Have you got the ticket?" "Right here. Now you will go, won't you?" It would have taken a less susceptible heart than Miss Enid's to resist Quin's persuasive tones, and in spite of Miss Isobel's disapprobation she agreed to go.
Quin's monument strikes one as the greatest there because of Garrick's living words, but there is another very much more beautiful. I first noticed this memorial on the wall at a distance of about three yards, too far to read anything in the inscription except the name of Sibthorpe, which was strange to me, but instead of going nearer to read it I remained standing to admire it at that distance.
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