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I haven't had anything to wear except these clothes I have on, since, and they're pretty wet now and and I've nowhere to go, and it is pouring so hard, and I should have been put off the car if you hadn't " Mrs. Slawson checked the labored flow with a hand upon the girl's knee. "Where did you say your boardin'-house is?" she inquired abruptly.
Before setting out for his work the next morning, Sam Slawson tried to prepare Ma and Miss Lang for the more than probable appearance, during the day, of the officer of the law, he predicted Friedrich Langbein would have engaged to prosecute Martha. "He has a clear case against you, mother, no doubt o' that. You'd no business in his place at all, let alone that you assaulted an' battered him.
The war is going to help you out on these lonesome fits, mother. Like Slawson put it to-day in Integral Calculus Four, war reduces the personal equation to its lowest terms it's a matter of ." "I need you now, Edwin O God! how I need you! There never was a minute in all these months since you've grown to understand how it is between your father and me that I needed you so much "
Ven you dell me how it iss I could make eferyting more smoother for him, I do it!" "That's eggsackly the trouble," proclaimed Mrs. Slawson conclusively. "You make 'em too smooth. You make 'em so smooth, they're ackchelly slippery. No wonder the poor fella falls down. No man wants to spend all his life skatin' round, doin' fancy-figger stunts, because his wife's a dummy.
A moment and an inner door was unlocked, flung open, and a voice from just within the grating of the closed iron area-gate asked curtly, "Well, what's wanted?" "Is this Mrs. ? I should say, is this the lady of the house?" Martha Slawson's voice was deep, bland, prepossessing. "I'm Mrs. Daggett, yes, if that's what you mean." "That's what I mean. My name's Slawson. Mrs.
"I'm sure they'd all thank you kindly, sir," began Martha, when "I'm sorry," said Claire coldly, "I can't go." Mr. Ronald did not urge her. "It is early. We have plenty of time to discuss the ride later," he observed quietly. "Meanwhile, what I have in mind, Martha, is this: Mr. Slawson has been at the Sanatorium now for ?" "Goin' on five months," said Martha.
Nowhere do all the elements of Tragedy and Comedy play so strange a part as on the dead-level of this American stage. It is because it is so dead a level that we fail to see the part they play because "furious Goth and fiery Hun" meet, not on the battle-field, but in the horse-car, dropping their cents together in a Slawson box. For example, as to the tragedy.
As it is, you can take it from me, the best thing you can do for that conscience o' yours, is get busy in another direction. Dress yourself up as fetchin' as you can, go out motorin' with your gen'l'man friend like he ast you to, let him get his perposal offn his chest, an' then tell'm you'll be a sister to'm." Sam Slawson had gone to the Adirondacks in January, personally conducted by Mr.
Langbein in there! Open the door. It's me! Mrs. Slawson! Let me in!" was Martha's only reply. Her keen ear, pressed against the panel, heard nothing in response but an oath, following another even more ungodly sound, and then the choking misery of a woman's convulsive sobs. Mrs. Slawson set her shoulder against the door, braced herself for a mighty effort, and
Slawson. "Now, what do you think of that?" "I've tried once or twice to tell him " continued Claire. "Tell who? Tell Mr. Van Brandt?" "No, Mr. Ronald." "O! You see, when you speak o' he an' him it might mean almost any gen'l'man. But I'll try to remember you're always referrin' to Mr. Ronald." "I've tried once or twice to tell him, for I can't bear to be untruthful.
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