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Not one of them under seventy-five. Isn't it disgusting! At his age! Suppose Ethel had been with me!" The next time it was Stell who saw them. In a restaurant. She said it spoiled her evening. And the third time it was Ethel. She was one of the guests at a theatre party given by Nicky Overton II. You know. The North Shore Overtons. Lake Forest.
Uncle Jo degenerated, by almost imperceptible degrees, from the position of honored guest, who is served with white meat, to that of one who is content with a leg and one of those obscure and bony sections which, after much turning with a bewildered and investigating knife and fork, leave one baffled and unsatisfied. Eva and Stell got together and decided that Jo ought to marry.
He turned to go and came back again. "What I really came in to say, I've hardly got nerve enough for." He sank his voice to a murmur. "Don't fly off at me, Stell. But you haven't got a trifle interested in Monohan, have you? I mean, you haven't let him think you are?" Stella's hands tightened on the crib rail. For an instant her heart stood still. A wholly unreasoning blaze of anger seized her.
They were prototypes of the rude crew but now departed, brown-faced, flannel-shirted, shod with calked boots, unshaven for days, typical men of the woods. But as she turned to go, the man forward and almost directly below her looked her full in the face. "Stell!" She leaned over the rail. "Charlie Benton for Heaven's sake." They stared at each other. "Well," he laughed at last.
What a good figure Stell would have made in a play: the great alienist who couldn't read a man's mind any better than that! Granice saw huge comic opportunities in the type. But as he walked away, his fears dispelled, the sense of listlessness returned on him.
But that was J. B. Stell fast enough I guess he can be trusted to know himself, and you saw he answered to his name." SOME days passed before Granice could obtain a word with the District Attorney: he began to think that Allonby avoided him. But when they were face to face Allonby's jovial countenance showed no sign of embarrassment.
She schemed, and planned, and contrived, and hoped; and smiled into Jo's despairing eyes. And three years went by. Three precious years. Carrie still taught school, and hated it. Eva kept house more and more complainingly as prices advanced and allowance retreated. Stell was still Babe, the family beauty. Emily's hair, somehow, lost its glint and began to look just plain brown.
But that was J. B. Stell fast enough I guess he can be trusted to know himself, and you saw he answered to his name." Some days passed before Granice could obtain a word with the District Attorney: he began to think that Allonby avoided him. But when they were face to face Allonby's jovial countenance showed no sign of embarrassment.
That evening she told Stell, relating her news in that telephone pidgin-English devised by every family of married sisters as protection against the neighbours and Central. Translated, it ran thus: "He looked straight at me. My dear, I thought I'd die! But at least he had sense enough not to speak.
Besides, they were unhealthy, old-fashioned things. They always meant to ask Jo to come along, but by the time their friends were placed, and the lunch, and the boxes, and sweaters, and George's camera, and everything, there seemed to be no room for a man of Jo's bulk. So that eliminated the Sunday dinners. "Just drop in any time during the week," Stell said, "for dinner.
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