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Updated: June 19, 2025
"Do you suppose I should have slept one wink if I'd thought Sissie wasn't coming home?" "Yes, I do. The death of Nelson wouldn't keep you awake. And now either I shall be late at the office, or else I shall go without my breakfast. I think you might have wakened me." Mrs.
"Davidson then was commanding the steamer Sissie the little one which we used to chaff him about. He ran her alone, with only the Malay serang for a deck officer. The nearest approach to another white man on board of her was the engineer, a Portuguese half- caste, as thin as a lath and quite a youngster at that.
"The day Sissie Larsen was supposed to leave town that was the day he got killed." "Do you remember the date?" "No I don't remember that." "Would it be in your book?" She seemed to become suddenly excited. She half rose in her chair and looked down the line of benches to where her husband sat, the scar showing plainly in the rather brilliant light, his eyes narrowed until they were nearly closed.
She had distinction; she had race. Mimi might possibly be able to make rings round her in the pursuit of any practical enterprise, but her mere manner of existing from moment to moment was superior to Mimi's. The simple-minded parent was indeed convinced at heart that the world held no finer young woman than Sissie Prohack.
And if he had not inherited from a profiteer, Charlie would not have gone off to Glasgow, he had heard odds and ends of strange tales as to Charlie's doings in Glasgow, not in the least reassuring! And if he had not inherited from a profiteer Sissie would not have taken a share in a dancing studio and might never have dangerously danced with that worm Oswald Morfey.
Lizzie stood up and peeped through a little square window in the match-boarding. As soon as she had finished peeping Mr. Prohack took liberty to peep also, and the dance-studio was revealed to him. Somehow he could scarcely believe that it was not a hallucination, and that he was really in Putney, and that his own sober house in which Sissie had been reared still existed not many miles off.
And I've no doubt that you and Sissie treated it all as a great piece of fun. You would!" The poor lady had gone as pale as ivory. Mr. Prohack was astonished he even felt hurt that he had not seen the thing from Eve's point of view earlier. Emphatically it did amount to an insult for Eve, to say naught of the immense desolating disappointment to her.
"Neither can I!" Mr. Prohack admitted, quite truthfully. He saw that he ought to have been gravely upset by Sissie'a prank and he was merely amused. "Effect of too much sleep, no doubt," he added. Eve walked about the room. "I pretended to Machin this morning that Sissie had told me that she was sleeping out, and that I had forgotten to tell Machin.
A pretty girl; golden hair; introduced to her by a friend; nice, simple little thing; mind and heart above the irregular stage on to which she had been driven by poverty alone; father dead; mother in reduced circumstances. "To keep the home together, poor Sissie decided " "Precisely so," I murmured, knocking off my ash. "The usual self-sacrifice! Case quite normal! Everything en regle!"
No other aim was logical.... Let the radiator burn! Three days later Mr. Prohack came home late with his daughter in the substituted car. He had accompanied Sissie to Putney for the final disposition of the affairs of the dance-studio, and had witnessed her blighting politeness to Eliza Brating and Eliza Brating's blighting politeness to her.
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