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"If he weren't I'd urge you to take him as a husband." Jane laughed. A plainer, duller man than Headley it would have been hard to find, even among the respectabilities of Remsen City. "Why do you laugh?" said Charlton. "What is there absurd in a sensible marriage?" "Would you marry a woman because she was a good housekeeper?" "That would be one of the requirements," said Charlton.
And when the three long, steep flights of Masters confronted him he took them two steps at a time, and arrived before the door of Number 34 breathless, but as happy as a schoolboy can be. "Upper Middle Class: Members will meet at the gym at 2.15, to march to depot and meet Mr. Remsen." "Louis WHIPPLE, Pres't."
At the instant of their passing her eyes looked into his, and but for the ever coward's heart of a true lover he could have sworn that she flushed a faint pink. He trotted on for twenty yards, and then wheeled his horse at the sound of runaway hoofs. The bays had bolted. Remsen sent his chestnut after the victoria like a shot. There was work cut out for the impersonator of Policeman O'Roon.
Four years at Wellesley; two years about equally divided among Paris, Dresden and Florence. And now Jane Hastings was at home again. At home in the unchanged house spacious, old-fashioned looking down from its steeply sloping lawns and terraced gardens upon the sooty, smoky activities of Remsen City, looking out upon a charming panorama of hills and valleys in the heart of South Central Indiana.
She's been with Manton Pictures for nearly a year." "You played the millionaire yourself?" "Yes, I did old Remsen." I realized suddenly, for the first time, that Werner was still in the evening clothes he had donned for the part. On his face were streaks in the little make-up that remained after his frequent mopping of his features with his handkerchief. Too, his collar was melted.
Eustace's twenty-five-yard line, yet well over toward the side of the field. "If it was only in the middle of the field," groaned Blair, "a place-kick would tie the score. How much time is there, Mr. Remsen?" "About two and a half minutes," answered Remsen. "But I've an idea that, middle or no middle, Whipple's going to signal a kick."
Oh, yes, and I think my sister Lady Angela, you know wants particularly for you to come up to the hotel with me this evening. Didn't lose my badge, did you, Remsen? I've got to turn that in at Headquarters when I resign." Blinker was displeased. A man of less culture and poise and wealth would have sworn. But Blinker always remembered that he was a gentleman a thing that no gentleman should do.
He jeered at the idea that a laborer ought to be at the mercy of the powerful employer who could dictate his own terms, which the laborers might not refuse under stress of hunger. Thus the larger part of the "free" labor in Remsen City voted with Kelly was bought by him at so much a head. The only organization it had was under the Kelly district captains.
When her father was ready to depart for his office in the Hastings Block the most imposing office building in Remsen City, Jane announced a change of mind. "I'll ride, instead," said she. "I need the exercise, and the day isn't too warm." "All right," said Martin Hastings grumpily. He soon got enough of anyone's company, even of his favorite daughter's.
Jane, young, beautiful, rich, clever, had a very good time indeed so good that in the spring, instead of going back to Remsen City to rest, she went abroad. More enjoyment or, at least, more of the things that fill in the time and spare one the necessity of thinking. In August she suddenly left her friends at St.
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