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Their insight into his psychology was uncanny. They knew that he was beaten on the main point, and with their detestable feminine realism they exquisitely yielded on all the minor points. Eve, fresh as a rose, bent over him and bedewed him, and said that she was going out and that Sissie had gone again. When he was alone he rang the bell for Machin as though the bell had done him an injury.
And as he thought of it, Fairchild remembered that the earthly remains of "Sissie" Larsen had lain within almost a few feet of the spot where he had drilled the prospect hole into the foot wall, there to discover the ore that promised bonanza. But this time there was nothing and no clue to the mystery of Harry's disappearance. Fairchild suddenly strengthened with an idea.
However, Sissie put the question in her young blundering way. "Oh, mother dear! You never told us!" "I received the letter the day before yesterday," Eve continued gravely. "And Charlie is certainly not coming home to find me away." For two entire days she had had the important letter and had concealed it. Mr. Prohack was disturbed. "Very well," Dr. Veiga concurred.
She left you for all practical purposes dead on the field, my tigresses. And I'm very sorry for her," he added. "Dad," said Sissie sternly. "Why do you always try to be so clever with us? You know as well as we do that she's a creature, and that there's nothing to be said for her at all." "Nothing to be said for her!" Mr. Prohack smiled tolerantly.
Whatever it might have been it was now evidently buried deep, and the common life, after a terrible pause, had resumed. "How do you do, Miss Prohack," said Mr. Softly Bishop, greeting. "So glad you could come." Mr. Prohack suspected that his cheeks were turning pale, and was ashamed of himself. Even Sissie, for all her young, hard confidence, wavered. But Eve stepped in. "Don't you know, Mr.
Sissie seized the last remaining apple from the dessert-dish, and bit into it with her beautiful and efficient teeth. She was slim, and rather taller than necessary or than she desired to be. A pretty girl, dressed in a short-skirted, short-sleeved, dark blue, pink-heightened frock that seemed to combine usefulness with a decent perverse frivolity, and to carry forward the expression of her face.
Lie down, sissie, dear," she begged, "you're letting all the cold air in." Laura complied, and the two sisters, their noses all but touching, the bedclothes up to their ears, put their arms about each other to keep the warmer. But before the "count" was decided Aunt Wess' came in, already dressed, and in a breath the two girls implored her to light the stove.
As for your strange caprices, indulge them. One thing is essential. You must go away to the sea. You must go to Frinton-on-Sea. It is an easy journey. There is a Pullman car on the morning train, and the air is unrivalled for your shall I say? idiosyncrasy." "Yes, darling mother," said Sissie. "You must go away, and father and I will take you." "Of course!" confirmed Mr.
He knew in the marrow of his spine that they were preposterous; but Mrs. Prohack and Sissie listened with unfeigned eagerness to the wonderful tale of the future of the United League of all the Arts. And when, emerging from the lift, Mr. Prohack strolled impatiently on ahead, the three stood calmly moveless to converse, until Mr. Prohack had to stroll impatiently back again.
A lean finger, knotted by rheumatism, darkened by sun and wind, stretched out. "Yes, I know who did it, and I know who got killed. It was 'Sissie' Larsen he was murdered. The man who did it was a fellow named Thornton Fairchild who owned the mine if I ain't mistaken, he was the father of this young man " "I object!"
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