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Then, with a thoughtful puckering of the brows, "the girls will be women, somehow, but what will become of these this new sex, Syl?" Sylvia was tense as she eyed her work. She answered vaguely: "Some of them will crawl up, and do things and justify themselves, the others will " "Will what, Syl?" for Sylvia was moving like a panther upon her prey her prey being the small figure on the pedestal.
And Joan, feeling the break final, although she did not admit it, forsook her own pleasures while she helped Patricia and clung to Sylvia. "Pat has sublet her rooms," she confided to Sylvia one day, "and is coming here until our lease is up; so you are foot-loose, my precious Syl, and God bless you!" In August Sylvia departed and Joan and Patricia set up housekeeping together.
"Syl," he replied, "behave yourself; what are you at now? I know you." "Know me!" exclaimed Syl; "why what do you know of me? Nothing that's bad I hope, any way." "None of your palaver, at all events," replied Art; "have you got any tobaccy about you?" "Sorra taste," replied Harte, "nor had since mornin'."
"But it wasn't their fault," replied Art, "it was altogether my own; they were opposed to my drinkin' at all, especially as they knew that I promised Frank never to get drunk agin. It was when Syl Harte proposed Frank's health, that I drank the whiskey in spite o' them."
Louis Slupsky knows me and my whole family. His mother used to stuff feather pillows for mine. Kahn here is my brother-in-law and partner in business. He's a slow cuss and 'ain't grasped the situation yet. But are you on, little one? Is it St. Louis Thursday morning, as Mrs. ?" "Herm! You're cr " "Syl what'll I do?" "An on-the-level guy, Cleone. Marry! Do you hear? M-a-r-r-y!
"Ain't the decorations lovely," he remarked, by way of a propitiatory opening of conversation. "If it hadn't a' been for you, Maggie, them flags wouldn't a' been hung near so graceful." His divinity jerked herself round impatiently. "Oh, my goodness, I wish something else had been hung besides flags," she said with heartless meaning. Syl laughed nervously. "Oh Maggie, you are such a tease!
"Me! ha, ha, ha, well, sure enough, Syl, you're the quarest fellow alive; why, man, isn't it yourself you have to plaise, not me."
"But," she said to Patricia while they restlessly moved about the studio, "what can we do about this," Joan spread her arms wide, "the furniture and all Syl's beloved things?" Patricia sighed. "Has it ever struck you, my lamb," she said, "that our dear Syl is a selfish pig?" Joan started in surprise. "Oh, I know," Patricia went on, "her respectability and genius protect her, but she is selfish.
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