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His party would have been unassailable. But no; those Twinklers, in spite of his exhortation whenever he had a minute left to exhort in, couldn't, it seemed, refrain from twinkling, the word in Mr. Twist's mind covered the whole of their easy friendliness, their flow of language, their affable desire to explain.
They got no answer to this for three weeks, and had given up all hope and come to the depressing conclusion that they must have betrayed their want of intelligence and interestingness right away, when one day a letter came from General Headquarters in France, addressed To Both the Miss Twinklers, and it was a long letter, pages long, from the slightly wounded officer, telling them he had been patched up again and sent back to the front, and their answer to his advertisement had been forwarded to him there, and that he had had heaps of other answers to it, and that the one he had liked best of all was theirs; and that some day he hoped when he was back again, and able to drive himself, to show them how glorious motoring was, if their mother would bring them, quick motoring in his racing car, sixty miles an hour motoring, flashing through the wonders of the New Forest, where he lived.
He showed us the letter." "Abinger. Abinger. Oh that man," said Mr. Sack, his mind clearing. "We thought you'd probably feel like that about him," said Anna-Felicitas sympathetically. "Why, then," said Mr. Sack, his mind getting suddenly quite clear, "you must be why, you are the Twinklers." "We've been drawing your attention to that at frequent intervals since we got here," said Anna-Felicitas.
He had been much annoyed, but he too couldn't resist the extreme pleasure of real exercise on such a lovely evening, nor could he resist the infection of the cheerfulness of the Twinklers.
He went straight in search of Anna-Rose. He was going to propose to her. He couldn't bear it. He couldn't bear the idea of his previous twins, his blessed little Twinklers, both going out of his life at the same time, and he couldn't bear, after what he had just seen in the office, the loneliness of being left outside love. All his life he had stood on the door-mat outside the shut door of love.
"I heard a noise of arrival " he said, stopping suddenly when he saw them. "I heard a noise of arrival, and a woman's voice " "It's us," said Anna-Rose, her face covering itself with the bright conciliatory smiles of the arriving guest. "Are you Mr. Clouston Sack?" She went up to him and held out her hand. They both went up to him and held out their hands. "We're the Twinklers," said Anna-Rose.
From first to last the Twinklers annoyed them. As plain Twinklers they had been tiresome in a hundred ways in the cabin, and as von Twinklers they were intolerable in their high-nosed indifference.
They were inextricably mixed together in the impression they had produced on him, and they dwelt together in his thoughts as one person called, generally, Twinklers. He stood gazing at them, his motherly instincts uppermost, his hearty yearning over them now that the hour of parting was so near and his carefully tended chickens were going to be torn from beneath his wing. Mr. Twist was domestic.
Twist, lighting a cigarette to give himself an appearance of calm. "Exactly," said Anna-Felicitas. "So you won't be surprised at our having just been Twinklers." "Oh Lord," groaned Mr. Twist, in spite of his cigarette, "oh, Lord." "We've given Mrs.
"Why they're wanting to boycott the teapot?" "No. Why do they think the inn " "The Miss Twinklers are German." "Half." "The half that matters begging my absent wife's pardon. I know all about that, you see. You started me off thinking them over by that ward notion of yours. It didn't take me long. It was pretty transparent.
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