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"I'm sorry if I upset her," said the general, swelling and loftily contrite. "I don t know why it is that people never seem to be able to act natural with me." He hated those who did, regarding them as sodden, unappreciative fools. Mrs. Presbury was quieting her daughter. Presbury and Siddall lighted cigars and went into the smoking and billiard-room across the hall.
General Siddall is a stranger in New York." "There are Siddalls in New York," said his wife; "very nice, refined people going in the best society." Presbury showed his false teeth in a genial smile; for the old-fashioned or plate kind of false teeth they were extraordinarily good when exactly in place. "But not my old friend Bill Siddall," said he. "He's next door to an outlaw.
I wish it to be quite quiet in our drawing-room, with no guests." Siddall smiled, genial and tolerant. "Don't argue with me, my dear. I know what you want, and I'll see that you get it. Go ahead with these shop-people I've put at your disposal and go as far as you like. There isn't anything ANYTHING in the way of clothes that you can't have that you mustn't have. Mrs.
There was danger in moving about; one could not be sure of not upsetting something, and one felt that the least damage that could be done there would be an appallingly expensive matter. Before that cavernous fireplace posed General Siddall. He was a tiny mite of a man with a thin wiry body supporting the head of a professional barber. His black hair was glossy and most romantically arranged.
She smiled ironically and went on: "One moment, please. Every time I wish to wear any of them I have to go to him to get them. He asks me to return them when I am undressing. He says it is safer to keep everything in his strong box. I have been assuming that that was the only reason. I begin to suspect Am I right, Mr. Harding?" "Really I can't say, Mrs. Siddall," said Harding.
For example, if it was Mildred's latent courage rescued her from Siddall, was it not her strong tendency to vacillation that saved her from a loveless and mercenary marriage to Stanley Baird?
"I need not tell you, Mrs. Siddall," said Harding in his gentle, tranquil way, "that the general is the kindest and most generous of men, but he has his own methods as who has not?" Mildred had forgotten that he was there not a difficult matter, when he had in its perfection the secretarial manner of complete self-effacement.
I was only angry with myself. I'm getting to be one of those absurd females who blubber and keel over." "You're white and limp," said he. "What's the matter?" "General Siddall is out there." "Um he's come back, has he?" said Keith. "And I am afraid of him horribly afraid of him." "In some places and circumstances he would be a dangerous proposition," said Keith.
Oh, he's a joke, is Bill Siddall a horrible joke." Mrs. Presbury read and passed the letter to Mildred. She simply glanced at it and returned it to her step-father. "I'm just about over that last dinner," pursued Presbury. "I'll eat little Thursday and drink less. And I'd advise you to do the same, Mrs. Presbury." He always addressed her as "Mrs.
For at the outset Siddall had not been nearly so strongly in earnest in his matrimonial project as he had professed and had believed himself.
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