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Updated: June 5, 2025
Then when you came I pledged my soul that I would try to secure your happiness. I know what you want, need, and deserve, and here is this perfect child the one woman for you, snatched from under your nose by Clive Cameron who will " Emily Tweksbury sought for a figure of speech "who will, without doubt, end in dissecting her!" "Good Lord!" gasped Raymond.
The girl got on my nerves." Mrs. Tweksbury could smile now. "Well, I'm going to get on hers!" Raymond set his jaw. Two days later Kenneth Raymond went to the Brier Bush again for luncheon. This time Mrs. Tweksbury did not accompany him. He took a table at the far end of the room near the windows he wanted light.
After that dinner nothing would have happened if all sorts of pressure had not been brought to bear. Raymond was affectionately inclined to be kind to Mrs. Tweksbury because he knew he had wronged her faith in him, though she would never know; so he accompanied her whenever she beckoned, and she beckoned frequently and always toward Nancy.
And Joan? well, Martin did not feel that Joan needed his architectural aid she was chopping and hacking her own design. At this point Martin sought Emily Tweksbury and bullied her into action. Mrs. Tweksbury had not unpacked her trunks yet and was sorely depressed about Raymond. "I wish I had stuck to Maine," she deplored, "and devoted myself to the boy. He looks like a fallen angel.
A week later the old house was draped and covered with ghostly linen and every homelike touch eliminated according to the sacred rites of the old régime; and man, that most domestic of all animals, was left to the contemplation of a smothered ideal the ideal of home. Mrs. Tweksbury, with two servants, started by motor for Maine.
Tweksbury had just finished breakfast, and the dining room of the old-fashioned house opened, as it should, to the east. "Oh! I don't know that I can tell you, Aunt Emily," Raymond fidgeted. "Fellows are beginning to think a bit more about the clean places in women's lives.
Finally he managed: "So this is Joan!" and went forward to greet her. "I reckon they will all get this shock," thought Doris; "what they have thought about the child ought to shame them. Emily Tweksbury was always a snob." Martin, from under his shaggy brows, watched the scene curiously. He, like everyone else, was, unconsciously, on guard where Nancy was concerned.
Tweksbury, Uncle David, and I played matchmakers with a vengeance but we bungled frightfully, and then Clive Cameron wedged his big body in between Nancy and several young men who might have made trouble, and and " Doris thought for an illuminating word. Then "whistled Ken on!" "Why, that's awfully funny, Aunt Dorrie I rather imagined that Ken plunged!"
"I dare say," she finally concluded, "that if one could tear the veil from the face of that impudent little minx one would discover the smartest of the objectionable Smart Set. The girl should be curbed how dare she!" here Emily Tweksbury flushed a rich mahogany red as she recalled some of the cleverly concealed details of, what seemed to her, the most private affairs.
She appears just once so often, like a prophet or something, that keeps your faith alive. She's the kind that the Bible calls 'blessed, and if she didn't reappear now and then I think the race would perish." "Ugh!" grunted Raymond. Then added: "Calm down, Aunt Emily, go slow. When you lose your head you're apt to buck." Mrs. Tweksbury laughed at this and helped herself to another cigarette.
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