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She didn't always look like a squaw in front of a tobacco shop they say she was rather a stunner. She married Tweksbury before she got the bit in her mouth afterward she clutched it good and proper and trotted the course according to the rules. "Then came Raymond this man's father. He somehow got it over to Mrs.
Tweksbury had said to Raymond, "the more I think of it the more I am puzzled." "Exactly," Raymond replied; "the more you think of it the more puzzles you introduce. Undoubtedly the young woman is a girl playing outside her legitimate preserves. She's taking an unfair advantage. They always do. Presuming on sex and social position.
Her poor mother was always charming, and I imagine Doris Fletcher means to see that Nancy gets into no such snarl as poor Meredith's Meredith was Doris's sister. Ken !" "Yes'm!" Raymond was looking at his watch. "I wish you'd lend a hand next winter with this Nancy Thornton." Raymond gave a guffaw and came around to Mrs. Tweksbury. "You're about as opaque," he said, "as crystal.
But he in no sense just then wanted Nancy; it was what she represented. She was what Mrs. Tweksbury had said, the kind of girl that men enshrine in their souls and never replace even when they gladly accept a substitute. "If only " and then Raymond's eyes looked queer. He was living over the black hour which he did not realize was the hour of his soul's birth.
"Well, Aunt Doris, I don't want to wait until next winter to be married. Ken writes that he will have Mrs. Tweksbury safely settled in New York by the first of June " Emily Tweksbury had fled the influenza and gone to Bermuda only to fall victim to pneumonia. Kenneth Raymond had been summoned, to what was supposed to be her death-bed, but which she indignantly refused to accept as such.
But I wanted to have her here to to justify herself. Emily Tweksbury is trying to make a tragedy of Joan. I'm afraid Ken suspects her his awful silences are insulting I wanted to to show her off." "Nonsense, Doris! But this is no time for squibbling. Scoot!" "But you, David!" "I? Oh! I'm all right. Remember I have Bud. Why, the chap is pulling up his sleeves and baring his breast to the foe.
Day and night he saw her as the safe and sweet solution of all that was best in him. She held sacred what his inheritance reverenced; she was human and divine; she was his salvation or Cameron's. At this point Mrs. Tweksbury gave him an unlooked-for stab. "Well!" she remarked with a groan she never sighed, "I guess Clive Cameron has got in at the death!" She looked gruesome and defeated.
Raymond had turned the tables he smiled down upon the old lady with the masterful tenderness of youth. "Let's have it, dear." Mrs. Tweksbury resorted to subterfuge. "Well, having you off my hands," she said, smiling as if she really meant what she said, "I am thinking of Doris Fletcher!" "Do I know her?" Raymond tried to think. "No. She left New York just about the time you came to me.
He doesn't want women like you to be ashamed of him when they come where they have to call things by their right names." "Ken, I don't believe you're in good form. You'd much better come up to Maine!" Emily Tweksbury looked as if she wanted to cry; her expression was so comical that Raymond laughed aloud. "I'll come in August," he said at last. "I'll take the whole month and frivol with you."
Of course Mrs. Tweksbury had not the slightest inkling concerning Joan's movements, and she looked upon the veiled young creature moving about the tea room with a cool, calm stare of amused disapproval. "Quite a faddish thing you're making of your venture," she said to Elspeth Gordon, for of course with a bishop for a grandfather Miss Gordon was taken for granted.
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