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Fern had been getting ready to buy when he had been forced, so unexpectedly, to change his mind. If the world had been searched, perhaps, no greater contrast to Rivington could have been found than this delightful colony of quicksands, full of life and motion and colour, where everybody was beautifully dressed and enjoying themselves.
Holt's house was a refuge, not an outlet; and thither Honora directed her steps when a distaste for lunching alone or with some of her Rivington friends in the hateful, selfish gayety of a fashionable restaurant overcame her; or when her moods had run through a cycle, and an atmosphere of religion and domesticity became congenial.
The sedate Rivington, for so many years the Tory organ, was in no humor, we may suppose, to chronicle the minor events of the occasion, even if he had not considered them beneath the dignity of his vocation.
Within a year he all but lost his life in a gallant attempt to save the life of a child that was supposed to be penned in a burning Rivington Street tenement. Chief Ahearn's quarters were near by, and he was first on the ground. A desperate man confronted him in the hallway. "My child! my child!" he cried, and wrung his hands. "Save him! He is in there." He pointed to the back room.
Now, there's nothing I would like better than to drop in at the Kappa Delta Phi, but some other time!" We said our farewells and boarded a home-bound car. We had a rabbit on upper Broadway, and then I parted with Rivington on a street corner. "Well, anyhow," said he, braced and recovered, "it couldn't have happened anywhere but in little old New York."
Leave a note behind for mamma when she arrives, and tell her why. She'll understand." "But but how can I? Dinghra will only follow me, and I shall be more at his mercy than ever in the country." "If he finds you," said Rivington. "But mother would tell him directly where to look." "If she knew herself," he returned drily. "Oh!" She stared at him with eyes of grave doubt.
Cecil Mordaunt Rivington, with his pipe occupying one corner of his mouth, and the other cocked at a distinctly humorous angle, sat on the step of the caravan on the evening of the day succeeding that of his marriage, and read the announcement thereof in the paper which he had just fetched from the post-office. There was considerable complacence in his attitude.
Which to say the least, was typical of Rivington. If you should chance to visit the General Land Office, step into the draughtsmen's room and ask to be shown the map of Salado County. A leisurely German possibly old Kampfer himself will bring it to you. It will be four feet square, on heavy drawing-cloth. The lettering and the figures will be beautifully clear and distinct.
It was impossible not to love her. "Howard," she cried, when a little later they were seated at the table, "how mean of you to have kept Honora in a dead and alive place like Rivington all these years! I think she's an angel to have stood it. Men are beyond me. Do you know what an attractive wife you've got?
I can't see any difference between buying one suit from Ridley whoever he may be and three from Lily Dallam's 'little man, except that you spend more than three times as much money." "Oh, I didn't get three! I never thought you could be so unjust, Howard. Surely you don't want me to dress like these Rivington women, do you?" "I can't see anything wrong with their clothes," he maintained.
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