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Miss Pinsent was certainly the last to underrate such a privilege: "It's so important, my dear, forming as we do a little family, that there should be some one to give the tone; and no one could do it better than Lady Susan an earl's daughter and a person of such determination. Dear Mrs. Ainger now who really ought, you know, when Lady Susan's away absolutely refuses to assert herself."
All at once it struck him that everything was very silent, the 'p-'p-'p! of clapping the books had ceased, and the light rustle of Susan's dress was no longer heard. He looked up and saw her standing perfectly still, with a book in one hand and her duster in the other.
I had a kind of an engagement I thought I was going to keep, but I've about decided I won't." Etta watched with awe and delight the mysterious look in Susan's suddenly flushed face and abstracted eyes. After a time she ventured to interrupt with: "You'll try living with us?" "If you're quite sure did you talk to your mother?" "Mother'll be crazy about you.
In Carrie's report of her work there was a ruthless practicality which was rare and which instantly won Susan's approval. Here was a young woman to watch and to keep in the work.
In one way this was an improvement; it gave him a dignity, an air of consequence in place of the boyish good looks of the days before the automobile and before the effects of high living began to show. But it made of him a different man in Susan's eyes a man who now seemed almost a stranger to her. "Yes, you have changed," replied she absently. And she went and examined herself in a mirror.
The way his eyes lingered upon the charming details toilet that indicated anything but poverty might of a have given her a simple explanation. He offered another. "I can't explain. It's your different expression a kind of experienced look." The color flamed and flared in Susan's face. "You are happy?" he asked. "I've not seen him," evaded she.
The very poise of Susan's head spelt aggressive determination as she entered the studio; and Daniel Burton shifted uneasily in his chair as he faced her. Nor did he fail to note that she carried some folded papers in her hand. "Yes, yes, Susan, I know. Those bills are due, and past due," he cried nervously, before Susan could speak.
"You know we'll probably see each other soon." "Not till the long vacation not till nearly July." "Only three months." "Oh, if you look at it that way!" said he, piqued and sullen. Girls had always been more than kind, more than eager, when he had shown interest. Etta, leaving on a later train, was even more depressed about Susan's heart.
She had not been very good, and her mother had called her Naughty Susan instead of Sweetest Susan. Buster John, in the next room, wanted to know what the matter was, but Sweetest Susan wouldn't tell him, and neither would she tell Drusilla. After a while Sweetest Susan's mother came in and kissed her.
You you think I'm a strong woman, Stephen," she went on, groping for the right words, "but I'm not in this way. I think I COULD be strong," Susan's eyes were wistful, "I could be strong if my husband were a pioneer, or if I had an invalid husband, or if I had to to work at anything," she elucidated. "I could even keep a store or plow, or go out and shoot game!
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