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Sequin's fears of his judgment were not without cause, for Mr. Horton was one of those critics whose advice one always ignores but whose approval one ardently desires. He was a trim, immaculate person with short, pointed beard, and narrow, critical eyes that always seemed to be taking measurements.
I've had my share; it's a wonder I got a black hair left in my head!" "Has your brother lost his good place?" Miss Lady asked. "Phineas? No, mam. He's been at Iselin's ever since he left Mrs. Sequin's, an' to hear him tell it he's runnin' the whole 'stablishment.
Sequin, turning a handsome, bored profile to her companion, "I shall never get over the absurdity of the marriage!" "Ah!" said Mrs. Ivy, laying a plump white hand on Mrs. Sequin's arm, "cosmic forces brought them together! The thing we seek is seeking us. She was young, inexperienced, adrift in the world; he was ill, lonely, and with three motherless children.
I lost two games of cards one afternoon because somebody merely mentioned an ice wagon." The Doctor's long, slender fingers drummed absently on the bedspread. Presently he broke in quite irrelevantly on Mrs. Sequin's steady flow of talk: "I said chestnut brown, Katherine, they are more of a hazel, I should say, a deep hazel with considerable fire."
The whole thing has blown over here months ago; the subject is as extinct as the dodo." "Well, it won't be extinct long! I've cabled Don to come home, and I bet he'll stir things up. There's nothing to hold him now that Margery Sequin's broken her engagement." "So sad!" murmured Mrs. Ivy. "I hope young Mr. Dillingham won't do anything desperate.
So they went and entered a cook's shop and said, "Master, give us a sequin's worth of food." The cook prepared all kinds of food, and loaded a porter with it; and the bang-eaters took him without the city, where there was a ruined tomb, which they entered and sat down in, and the porter deposited the food and went away.
Miss Lady laughed in spite of herself, and Bertie heard her and got out of bed to call over the banisters that if they were telling jokes to please come up there. "You know that young man that used to be out to the Wickers'?" asked Miss Ferney on the way up. "Well, he's Mrs. Sequin's brother. He's giving 'em considerable trouble." "How do you mean?"
"I have no fear for Basil," she assured her friends on leaving. "He'll straighten things out. Of course he'll be talked about, clever people always are, and the directors have been rather nasty. But he'll control the situation yet, you'll see." And Mrs. Sequin's confidence was being justified. Basil Sequin was controlling the situation.
There was Saul now, Saul of Tarsus " "Turn the drafts off in the furnace and don't come up-stairs again on any account. But no, wait a moment." Mrs. Sequin's keen eye swept him from head to foot. "Have you ever had any experience in serving?" Phineas, whose only claim to serving was that "they also serve who only stand and wait," dropped his eyes. "Only the communion, mam, and the collection.
It is a melancholy fact that the more closets one acquires, the more skeletons there are to occupy them! Mrs. Sequin's existence, if restless in town, was trebly so in the country. Between catching trains and receiving and speeding guests, engaging and dismissing servants, and agonizing over the non- essentials, she dwelt in the vortex of a whirlwind that disturbed everything in its wake.
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