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Updated: July 22, 2025
It was a bitter tea—unsugared indeed—and the days that followed matched. It was some days later on in the world’s history that Holloway was calling on Bertha Rosscott. They were sitting in that comfortable library previously referred to and were sweetly unaware that any untoward series of incidents had ever led to an invasion of their privacy.
Rosscott came out after a while and asked him why he didn’t go to walk also. "Just what I was thinking as to yourself," he said, very boldly as to voice, and very beseechingly as to eyes. "Oh, I’m so busy," she said, laughing up into his eyes and then laughing down at the ground—"you see I’m the only married daughter to help mamma."
The Aunt Marys of this world love flattery just as dearly as the Mrs. Rosscotts; the sad part of life is that they rarely get any. The women like Mrs. Rosscott know why the Aunt Marys go unflattered, but the Aunt Marys never understand. It’s all sad—and true—and undeniable. They went to a table, and were barely seated when another man came up. "Hello, Jack!" "Hello, Mitchell!"
Rosscott answered, in low tones, which nevertheless were most painfully clear and distinct in the next room. "It must," Holloway replied, "just as surely as that I hold this dear little hand—" But Jack never knew more. He had heard enough—more than enough. Four thousand times too much.
"She won’t let me go," Mrs. Rosscott had declared, "she won’t consider it for a minute." "But she must," Jack had declared on his side. "My dearest, you can’t stay and play maid to Aunt Mary indefinitely, and you know that as well as I do." "Yes, I know that," the whilom Janice then murmured. "It’s getting to be an awful question. They want me to come home for Thanksgiving.
But I know, too, that there is one among them who need never figure on getting any alimony out of me. If I ever get the iron grasp of the law on that heiress, I can assure you that only her death or mine will ever loosen its fangs." "How fierce you are!" said Mrs. Rosscott. "Why do you get so worked up?"
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