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Miss Skillern again inclined her plumes. With the rest of her immobile she was surprisingly like one of those fat china figures with a nodding head. Linda was assaulted by the familiar bewildered feeling of not understanding what was said and, at the same time, passionately resenting it from an inner sensitive recognition of something wrong. "How could I have that?" she finally asked.
I heard you with my own ears say, 'How? While now, before my face, you try to deny it." It was plain to Linda that Miss Skillern was totally unmoved by the charge. She moved her lorgnette up, gazing stolidly at the musical programme. "From you," she said again, after a little. Mrs. Randall suddenly regained her equilibrium.
I told you to be asleep hours before this." "There is something you had to know right away," Linda informed her solemnly. "I only just heard it from Mrs. Randall and Miss Skillern." Her mother's flushed face hardened. "Mr. Jasper is married," Linda said. Mrs. Condon dropped with an angry flounce into a chair. Her broad scarf of sealskin slipped from one shoulder.
"If the ladies of this hotel are afraid to face that creature I I am not. I'll tell her in a minute what a respectable person thinks of her goings-on. More than that, I shall complain to Mr. Rennert. 'Mr. Rennert, I'll say, 'either she leaves or me. Choose as you will. The reputation of your hotel " she spluttered and paused. "Proof," Miss Skillern pronounced judicially; "proof.
"Mother never spanks me," Linda replied with dignity. "If you were my little girl," said Miss Skillern, with rolling lips, "I'd put you over my knee with your skirts up and paddle you." Never, Linda thought, had she heard anything worse; she was profoundly shocked. The vision of Miss Skillern performing such an operation as she had described cut its horror on her mind.
Randall, "any number of invitations, and why shouldn't she? Your mother is very pleasant, to be sure." She nodded wisely to the woman beside her, Miss Skillern. Miss Skillern was short and broad and, in the evening, always wore curled ostrich plumes on tightly filled gray puffs. She reminded Linda of a wadded chair. Mrs.
"How?" repeated Miss Skillern, breathing loudly. "Yes, how?" Mrs. Randall echoed. "You can ask your mama. You really can. And you may say that, as a matter of fact, the question came from us," she included her companion. "From you," Miss Skillern exactly corrected her. "Indeed," the other cried heatedly, "from me! I think not. Didn't you ask? Answer me that, if you please.
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