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I went; and what is more, I heard Miss Sissie sing at her hall a pretty domestic song, most childish and charming. She impressed me not unfavourably, in spite of what Hilda said. Her peach-blossom cheek might have been art, but looked like nature. She had an open face, a baby smile and there was a frank girlishness about her dress and manner that took my fancy.
But the effort was a failure so complete that Sissie laughed at him. He had expected that in the car his women would relate to him the sayings and doings of Ozzie Morfey in relation to the United League of all the Arts. But they said not a syllable on the matter. He knew they were hiding something formidable from him. He might have put a question, but he was too proud to do so.
And let his fortune persist in accumulating, well it must accumulate and be hanged to it! "But what about getting a house?" he asked his daughter. "Oh, we shall live in Ozzie's flat," said Sissie. "Won't it be rather small?" "The smaller the better," said Sissie. "It will match our income." "Oh, my dear girl," Eve protested, with a glance at Mr.
I've never known your mother awful, or even a bit awful." "You aren't being intellectually honest, dad." "I am." "Ah! Well, of course she only shows her best side to you." "She has no other side. In that sense she is certainly one-sided. Here! Have another." Mr. Prohack took the apple from his pocket, and threw it across the table to Sissie, who caught it. Mr.
His mood was such that he actually, in a wild and melancholy caprice, paid money to enter this building and enquired at once for the room known as the Chamber of Horrors.... When he emerged his gloom had reached the fantastic, hysteric, or giggling stage, and his conception of the all-embracingness of London was immensely enlarged. "Miss Sissie and Mr. Morfey are with Mrs.
There's really nothing in it, you know just the ordinary average every-day love-letter." I glanced through the little note. He was right. The conventional hearts and darts epistle. It sounded nice enough: "Longing to see you again; so lonely in this place; your dear sweet letter; looking forward to the time; your ever-devoted Sissie." "That seems straight," I answered.
"You look much better, Arthur," said Eve, artfully preparing. "I am," said he. "I've had a bath." "Had you given up baths, dad?" asked Sissie, with a curl of the lips. "No! But I mean I've had two baths. One in water and the other in resignation." "How dull!"
"'I'm putting a lot in your hands, he told me, 'but you 've got to help us. "Sissie" won't be there and I can't tell you why. The town must think that he is. Your voice is just like "Sissie's." You 've got to help us out of town. "And I promised. Late that night, the three of us drove up the main street, your father on one side of the seat.
"I have not slept a wink all night," said Eve primly. "But I was determined that nothing should induce me to disturb you." "Yes?" Mr. Prohack encouraged her, sipping the first glorious sip. "Well, will you believe me that Sissie slipped out last night after dinner without saying a word to me or any one, and that she didn't come back and hasn't come back?
His acute sense of humour did not enable him to detect the irony of my observation. I doubt if it extended much beyond oyster shells. He handed me the letter. I read it through with equal amusement and gratification. If Miss Sissie had written it on purpose in order to open Cecil Holsworthy's eyes, she couldn't have managed the matter better or more effectually.
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