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At sentiments of such unhoped-for breadth, Trixie was so far carried away with delight and gratitude as to throw her arms round her uncle's puffy red neck, and bestow two or three warm kisses upon him. 'Then you won't give him up after all, will you, Uncle? she cried; 'you don't think him a disgrace to you! Uncle Solomon looked round him with the sense that he was coming out uncommonly well.
'Jack is one of the masters at the Art School, said Trixie; 'he's awfully handsome not in your style, but fair, with a longer moustache, and he's too clever almost to live. He had one picture in the Grosvenor this year, in the little room, down by the bottom somewhere, but he hasn't sold it.
There's nothing to bite your lips over, my dear; no one blames you for it, we can't be all born 'andsome. It's Trixie here who gets all the love-letters, isn't it, Trixie? ah, I thought I should see a blush if I looked! Who is it now, Trixie, and where do we meet him, and when is the wedding? Come, tell your old uncle.
Beatrice Bee Trixie!" Beatrice turned. She came up at once to Mrs. Bell, took her hand, and asked all four why they had run so fast after her. "For I was coming back at once," she said, in a naïve tone. "Captain Bertram was kind enough to walk with me to the archery field. Then I was coming to arrange some tennis sets." "My girls have had no tennis yet to-day, Beatrice," said Mrs.
Miss Trixie could appreciate homely cleverness; darning of carpets and covering of old furniture; she could darn a carpet herself, so as almost to improve upon certainly to supplant the original pattern.
Mark and Trixie sometimes felt the silences too oppressive to be borne, and made desperate attempts at establishing a general discussion on something or anything; but it was difficult to select a topic that could not be brought down by an axiom from Mrs. Ashburn, which disposed of the whole subject in very early infancy.
I certainly don't want Trixie.... And look here, I don't particularly want those men. Much better leave them here where they're safe and send in again for them." "I don't know that I can send in again. We're supposed to have finished this job. The cars may be wanted for anything. They'll be all right." "I don't like taking them." "You're making difficulties," he said.
"I know I did. I lied." "... And before that when he was with you and Trixie on that battlefield Did he " "Yes. Then, too ... You see there aren't any shreds. The only thing you can say is he can't help it. Nobody'd have been hard on him if he hadn't gassed so much about danger." "That's the part you can't understand.... But, Billy, why did you lie about him?"
You're more natural, somehow, than Angela and I." "Well, I envy you; so we're quits. But never mind about that now. Trixie, is Angela just the least bit jealous?" "No, not a bit," said Beatrice loyally. "But you see she's a year older, and ever so much cleverer, and prettier too." "She's none of those things except a year older. But she's a dear all the same, and so are you.
There was a 'sensation, as reporters say, at this announcement: Martha gave a sour little laugh of disgust; Cuthbert looked as if he thought a good deal which brotherly feeling forbade him to put in words; but Trixie tried to take Mark's hand under the table he shrank from all sympathy, however, at such a moment, and shook her off impatiently, and all she could do was to keep her eyes in pity from his face.
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