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Tucker's sudden remembrance of a bear-fight. Their future was discussed after supper, and the advisability of leaving Trimington considered at some length. The towns and villages of England were at their disposal; Mr. Tucker's business, it appeared, being independent of place.
"The audacity of the man," she broke out, "to stand there and lecture me on my behavior. To talk about his spoilt life, and all the time " She got up and walked about the room, angrily brushing aside the proffered attentions of Mr. Tucker. "Laughing-stock of Trimington, is he?" she stormed. "He shall be more than that before I have done with him. The wickedness of the man; the artfulness!"
He carried himself so stiffly, and his manner was so fierce, that a well-meaning neighbor who had crossed the road to join him, and offer a little sympathy if occasion offered, talked of the weather for five minutes and inconsequently faded away at a corner. Trimington as a whole watched the affair with amusement, although Mr.
Tucker's sudden remembrance of a bear-fight. Their future was discussed after supper, and the advisability of leaving Trimington considered at some length. The towns and villages of England were at their disposal; Mr. Tucker's business, it appeared, being independent of place.
He carried himself so stiffly, and his manner was so fierce, that a well-meaning neighbor who had crossed the road to join him, and offer a little sympathy if occasion offered, talked of the weather for five minutes and inconsequently faded away at a corner. Trimington as a whole watched the affair with amusement, although Mr.
"The audacity of the man," she broke out, "to stand there and lecture me on my behavior. To talk about his spoilt life, and all the time " She got up and walked about the room, angrily brushing aside the proffered attentions of Mr. Tucker. "Laughing-stock of Trimington, is he?" she stormed. "He shall be more than that before I have done with him. The wickedness of the man; the artfulness!"
And it was so sudden; it took me unawares. I hope we shall still be friends." "Friends!" exclaimed Mr. Clark, with extraordinary vigor. "With him?" He folded his arms and regarded the pair with a bitter smile; Mrs. Bowman, quite unable to meet his eyes, still gazed intently at the floor. "You have made me the laughing-stock of Trimington," pursued Mr. Clark.
"I am the only friend he has got in Trimington. It's natural he should be here." Mr. Clark quailed at her glance. "People are beginning to talk," he muttered, feebly. "Talk?" said the widow, with an air of mystification belied by her color. "What about?" Mr. Clark quailed again. "About about our wedding," he stammered. Mr. Tucker and the widow exchanged glances.
"Friends!" exclaimed Mr. Clark, with extraordinary vigor. "With him?" He folded his arms and regarded the pair with a bitter smile; Mrs. Bowman, quite unable to meet his eyes, still gazed intently at the floor. "You have made me the laughing-stock of Trimington," pursued Mr. Clark. "You have wounded me in my tenderest feelings; you have destroyed my faith in women.
"I am the only friend he has got in Trimington. It's natural he should be here." Mr. Clark quailed at her glance. "People are beginning to talk," he muttered, feebly. "Talk?" said the widow, with an air of mystification belied by her color. "What about?" Mr. Clark quailed again. "About about our wedding," he stammered. Mr. Tucker and the widow exchanged glances.
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