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It really wouldn't. I don't mean the room, Ranny it's a dear little room I mean I mean, you know " Now at last she was embarrassed, helpless, shaken from her defenses by the suddenness of his proposal. "All right, Winky," he said, gently. Then she broke down, but without self-pity, tearless, in her own fashion. "Oh, Ranny, please don't think I'm horrid and ungrateful."
Scheme after scheme did Ranny throw on the paper from his seething brain. In the fifth no, the thoroughly revised and definitive seventh, he made out that, by a trifling reduction in his personal expenditure, housekeeping on the two-room system would leave him with a considerable margin.
But that was precisely what the rent was a joke. A joke so good that Ranny took for granted it couldn't possibly be true. Ranny chaffed the Agent; he told him he was trying to get at him; he said you didn't find houses with bathrooms and gardens back and front, going for thirteen shillings a week, not in this country.
She did not attempt to deny that she had been happy. But what she had said to Ranny when he told her was, "It's a mercy your poor father doesn't know." And in that moment she thought of her happiness with a sharp pang as if it had been unfaithfulness to her dead husband. It was at half past seven on a Saturday evening in the last week of September, nineteen-twelve, that Mrs.
And for a whole month after she had it to herself she had made tremendous efforts to keep it as the nurse had kept it. As for its food, Violet had been firm about the main point, but it was no strain to order once for all from the dairy an expensive kind of milk which Ranny paid for.
"It's all right, Winky. They're the Philippine Islanders." "Well, I never " "Nor I. Talk of travelin' " But it was all very well to talk. The sight had sobered them. Gravely and silently they went through that village. At last, Ranny paused outside a hut no bigger than a dog-kennel. It bore the label: "Beda And His Fiancée Kodpat Undergoing Trial Marriage." Ranny laughed.
He had had to meet him, of course, and Violet had had to meet him, now and again at dinner or supper in his father's house; but Ranny was not going to let him hang round his own house if he could help it. When Jujubes suggested dropping in on a Sunday, Ranny assured him that on Sundays they were always out. And Mercier had met the statement with his atrocious smile.
Then Quin arrived with the ticket and the baggage-checks, the train was called, and Eleanor was duly embraced and wept over. "We won't go through the gates," said Mr. Ranny, with consideration for Miss Isobel's tearful condition. "Quin will get you aboard all right. Good-by, kiddie!" Eleanor stumbled after Quin with many a backward glance.
"How'll you manage," she said now, "about the children? I can take them for a week or two or more while you get settled." "Would you?" It was a way out for the present. "I'd take them altogether I'd love to, Ranny if it wasn't for your Father bein' ill." In spite of the cataclysm, she still by sheer force of habit kept it up. "I don't want you to take them altogether," he said.
So she changed the subject. "That's a nice little girl I see sometimes down at your place. That Winny Dymond. Is she a friend of Vi'let's?" Ranny said she was. "Has Vi'let known her long?" "I think so. I can't say exactly how long." "Before she was married?" "Yes." Something in his manner made her pause, pondering. "Did you know her before you married, Ran?" "Ages before." His mother sighed.
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