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Updated: May 9, 2025
Suddenly Marcia's eyes, almost with the perpendicular slits of her kitten's in them, seemed to swish together like portières, shutting Hattie behind them with her. "Oh my Marcy!" said Hattie, dimly, after a while, as if from their depths. "Marcy, dearest!" "At at Harperly's, momie, almost all the popular upper-class girls wear a a boy's fraternity pin." "Fraternity pin?"
The Paris of Louis Philippe, Guizot, and de Tocqueville, as well as the London of Robert Peel, Macaulay, and John Stuart Mill, were but varieties of the same upper-class bourgeoisie that felt instinctive cousinship with the Boston of Ticknor, Prescott, and Motley.
"Did they have halos?" "No anyway, not the hoop kind. The archangels and the upper-class patriarchs wear a finer thing than that. It is a round, solid, splendid glory of gold, that is blinding to look at. You have often seen a patriarch in a picture, on earth, with that thing on you remember it? he looks as if he had his head in a brass platter.
The leisure class as a whole comprises the noble and the priestly classes, together with much of their retinue. The occupations of the class are correspondingly diversified; but they have the common economic characteristic of being non-industrial. These non-industrial upper-class occupations may be roughly comprised under government, warfare, religious observances, and sports.
However, the afternoon adventures were not at an end. As the group of girls started toward the road, some distance away, trying not to look crestfallen, a gruff voice from the far side of the Omnibus House called: "Hold up there!" The girls took no notice, thinking it was more upper-class tricks. Five rough-looking men emerged from a grove of alders which grew about the building.
The consequence of all this was that he failed to get into any of the upper-class societies, and consoled himself with the belief that he was terribly in love with a girl three years older than himself. She was part of a liberal education, and she was very kind to him because she liked his really beautiful violin playing.
In fact, the words, 'Now's your time, Bill', would have been, I fancy, unsuitable if pronounced with that upper-class intonation. "I was surprised, I repeat, then, at the remark.
I have never seen such women anywhere, as these upper-class Americans. They are beautiful, clever, they know how to dress. For the first hour, or day, or week, of an acquaintance, they have a charm quite incomparable. And, up to a certain point, they exercise it. Your jeunes filles are amazing. All over the world, men go mad about them.
"You can say that," retorted the girl. "You don't belong in our class. You were brought up different. You are a lady." Susan shrank and grew crimson. The other girl did not see. She went on crossly: "Upper-class people always talk about how fine it is to be an honest workingman. But that's all rot. Let 'em try it a while. And pa says it'll never be straightened out till everybody has to work."
Watching her face growing whiter, more pinched, he remembered things done to women by madmen and said them aloud. She glanced at the bundle of papers in her hand, wondering where she could hide them from his enemies. Opening them out so that she could fold them better she read the top page. It was written in thin, Italian handwriting, the typical caligraphy of the upper-class woman of middle age.
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