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Cuyler, that change of air was good, but that the air of Rivington Street was not of the best; and her friends, both men and women, assured her that they appreciated her much more than the people of the east side possibly could do, and that they were much more worthy of her consideration, and in a fair way of improvement yet if she would only continue to shine upon and before them.
She laid trembling hands upon a grey tweed coat. "Let him go!" she said very urgently. "Let him go while he can!" Rivington looked down into her white face. He was white himself white to the lips. "I haven't done with him yet," he said, and he spoke between his teeth. "I know," she said. "I know. But he has had enough. You mustn't kill him." She was strangely calm, and her calmness took effect.
I am asking you, Mr. Rivington, to give her up, and to name your price." "The devil you are!" said Rivington; but he said it without violence. He still sat motionless, his hands in his pockets, surveying his visitor. "I am rich," Dinghra said, still in those purring accents. "I am prepared to make you a wealthy man for the rest of your life.
It would be interesting to know why she treated them, on the whole, like travellers met by chance in a railroad station, from whom she was presently forever to depart. The time and manner of this departure were matters to be determined in the future. It would be interesting to know, likewise, just at what period the intention of moving away from Rivington became fixed in Honora's mind.
It was about six months after this, in the early spring, while Miss Cuyler was still in Rivington Street, that young Van Bibber invited his friend Travers to dine with him, and go on later to the People's Theatre, on the Bowery, where Irving Willis, the Boy Actor, was playing "Nick of the Woods." Travers despatched a hasty and joyous note in reply to this to the effect that he would be on hand.
"You must make allowance for the fact that they were on their wedding journey, and probably saw everything rose-colored." "That was it. Dorothy told me about your giving Mr. Rivington a full partnership, in order that Mr. Ogden should give his consent." Peter laughed. "Ray swore that he wouldn't tell. And Dorothy has always appeared ignorant. And yet she knew it on her wedding trip."
"All this fearful anarchist talk and discontent? And my poor, poor darling! Oh, don't talk to me." Dorothy became inarticulate once more. "How foolish married women are!" thought Leonore, even while putting her arm around Dorothy, and trying blindly to comfort her. "Is it a message, Mrs. Rivington?" asked the man, opening the carriage-door. "Ask for Mr. Melton, or Mr. Duer, and say Mrs.
Neither do the wise ones beat themselves uselessly against brick or stone. Howard poor man! is fatuous enough to regard a great problem as being settled once and for all by a marriage certificate and a benediction; and labours under the delusion that henceforth he may come and go as he pleases, eat his breakfast in silence, sleep after dinner, and spend his Sundays at the Rivington Golf Club.
Her eyes flashed startled interrogation at him. "If I married!" she repeated almost fiercely. "I would rather die!" "I didn't suggest that you should marry Dinghra," he pointed out mildly. "He is not the only man in the world." The hot colour rushed up over her face. "He is the only one that ever wanted me," she said, in a muffled tone. "Quite sure of that?" said Rivington.
Burbank's own home was at Rivington, and I should have had him visited there, had it not been on a single-track branch-railway which could not handle without danger and discomfort the scores of thousands we were planning to carry to and from him almost daily.
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