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"Put it on, then," he cried, and disappeared. A plain statement was manna to Mrs. Sandworth. She had finished her soup, and was beginning on her hamburg steak when the doctor came soberly in, took his place, and began to eat in silence. She took up the conversation where they had left it.
You know he's not a dictatorial father. His principle is not to interfere at all with his children." "Yes; that's his principle all right. His specialties are in other lines, and they have been for a long time. His wife has seen to that." Mrs. Sandworth had one of her lucid divinations of the inner meaning of a situation. "Oh, the poor Emerys! Poor Lydia!
Sandworth, her handkerchief at her eyes, her loving heart aching for the newly-made widow, her lifelong friend. Her brother did not answer. He sat, gnawing savagely on his finger nails, his thoughts centered, as always, on his darling Lydia fatherless.
"You wouldn't want her sick, just so it would be easier to explain, would you?" asked Mrs. Sandworth with her eternal disconcerting innocence. Mrs. Emery relieved her mind by snapping at her sister-in-law with the violence allowed to an intimate of many years' standing, "Good gracious, Julia! you're as bad as Lydia! Turning everything people say into something quite different " Mrs.
"Yes, horrible," insisted the girl. She had turned very pale. "The very way you say it and don't think anything about it, makes it horrible." Mrs. Sandworth began to doubt her own senses. "Why, what did I say?" she appealed to Mrs.
Sandworth promulgated one of her unexpected apothegms: "Do you know what we are, Susan Emery? We're a couple of old children playing with a doll." Mrs. Emery protested with an instant, reproving self-justification: "You may be you're not her mother; but I understand Lydia through and through." Mrs.
"That certainly wouldn't have tempted Marietta from the path of virtue and sharp attention to a good match," murmured the doctor. "Nobody can claim that there's anything very seductive to the average young lady in Rankin's fanaticism." "Oh, you admit he's a fanatic!" Mrs. Sandworth seized on a valuable piece of driftwood which the doctor's tempest had thrown at her feet.
Sandworth took a running jump into the din and sank from her brother's sight, vociferating: "The Petersons had them of old-gold, don't you remember, with little "
Sandworth retreated to the door, from which she ventured a last "Lydia darling, you know I'm sorry if I said anything to hurt " Lydia raised herself on her elbow and looked at her solemnly. "It wasn't what you said; it was what it meant!" she said tragically. With this cryptic utterance in her ears, Mrs.
Above everything in the world, I don't want you to feel the slightest pressure from me or any one of the family. Oh, darling, all I want all any of us want, is what is best for our little Lydia!" Six o'clock had struck when Mrs. Sandworth came wearily back from her Christmas shopping.
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