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Raymond was quickly assuming the charms of ownership. "She always has been," snapped Mrs. Tweksbury, "an unconscious offering. Where is her gad-about sister?" "I forget out West somewhere, I believe." "What is she doing?" "The Lord knows. I got a very disagreeable impression of her. I didn't do much questioning Nancy was on the defensive. She adores her sister." "Bless the child!
"We'll never see her again!" prophesied Joan, chuckling over her victory with the old lady; "I've evened up for Nan and me!" she thought, and then the incident passed from her mind. But not so easily did the matter go from the confused thoughts of Mrs. Tweksbury.
After that visit Doris would have had a difficult task in stemming a flood that Mrs. Tweksbury directed, having removed the dam. While she fairly grovelled, emotionally, before Nancy, the old lady defended Joan by stern insistence upon traits of nobility unsuspected by others in the child. "The wretch of a father," she mentally vowed, "shall not have the child if suggestion can prevent."
She closed her eyes; grew calm then tried again: Since you are not coming to see Ken now, Joan, I will try to describe him. You remember old Mrs. Tweksbury? Well, my dear boy belongs, in a way, to her Again Joan closed her eyes while a faintness saved her from too acute shock. She felt the soft air upon her face; she was conscious of that bewildered whine of poor Cuff.
Raymond could not get away from the idea that the girl was of his world the world where he was supposed, by Mrs. Tweksbury and her kind, to constantly be. But then the empty tea room and how empty it was! stared him blankly in the face. Miss Gordon's manner angered him beyond expression.
Cameron did this in a masterly way. He blinded everyone except Nancy. Doris sighed with content, and Martin lifted his eyes in praise and gratitude. Mrs. Tweksbury, like a war-horse smelling powder, saw danger to her plans and quickened Raymond to what was going on. At first Raymond was relieved he wished Cameron good luck. Having done that, he began to wonder if he really did?
Then she rose with dignity and passed to another table where a broad, flat, commonplace hand lay ready. "Well?" Mrs. Tweksbury pounced into the arena like a released gladiator. "What do you make of it, Ken?" Raymond laughed. He saw that Mrs. Tweksbury was more impressed than she cared to acknowledge.
Nancy Thornton has only been here a month; if she's so easily gobbled" the discussion waxed crude "I'm sure I could not prevent it I'm not a gobbler." "No you're a fool!" "Come, come, Aunt Emily." Raymond flushed and Mrs. Tweksbury grew mahogany-tinted. "Oh! I know" two tears they were like solid balls rolled down the deep red cheeks.
The dramatic choice of words was unnerving him. "Oh! you men," spluttered Mrs. Tweksbury. "You make me weary disgusted; you're no more fit to manage your affairs than babies, and your monumental conceit drives sensible women crazy. We ought to ask you to marry us. We ought not wait to see you ruin yourselves and us, too." "But, Aunt Emily, why in thunder do you think Nancy Thornton cares for me?
Raymond nodded again. "Just as one might expect," Mrs. Tweksbury rattled on, keeping to her one-tracked idea of things, "the minx ran off with a man, never considering Miss Gordon at all." "I doubt if Miss Gordon could see any one's side but her own," ventured Raymond. "Ken, that's unjust.
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