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"You all say it in just that way; but I don't think I quite see what you mean. Why is she wonderful? Because she looks so young?" "That, in the first place," Varian returned, with a smile, "but not only that." "Of course that is very strange," she mused. "Now Lizzie is three years older than I. You would never think it, would you?" "No," he agreed, still smiling; "but then, Mrs.
Women were scarce in the valley, and the well-fed, well-paid men needed wives; and, as time went on, Honora Killelia was sought in marriage by tall Scots and Swedes, who sat dumbly passionate on the back veranda, where she mended Sanford's clothes. Even hawk-nosed Jim Varian, nearing sixty, made cautious proposals, using Bill as messenger, when Sanford was nine.
Come and help us out the colonel's beaten!" added Mrs. Dud. "Here, puss! here, puss!" With excited little shrieks and laughs they dashed by, the colonel making ineffectual grabs at their elusive skirts. Varian shook his head good-naturedly. "Too late, too late!" he called back, and taking pity on the puffing, purple colonel, he bore him off. "Thank God! I'm just about winded!
"You knew her in school years ago. You have always known her " "Yes." "You did you ever visit her? stay at the Varians' house?" "Yes." "In in her own home in Westchester?" "Yes." There was a silence; his eyes shifted to his plate; remained fixed as he said: "Then you knew her father?" "Yes, Phil," she said quietly, "I knew Mr. Varian."
"I told her Saint Andrew's wasn't far from Boston, and she offered to get her cousin Dermot he's a bellhop at the Touraine to valet him. Imagine San with a valet at Saint Andrew's!" Rawling laughed. "But San isn't spoiled," Peter observed, "and he's the idol of the valley, Bob, even more than you are. Varian, McComas, Jansen the whole gang and their cubs. They'd slaughter any one who touched San."
Living close to nature, a poet by instinct, where Presley was but a poet by training, there developed in him a great sensitiveness to beauty and an almost abnormal capacity for great happiness and great sorrow; he felt things intensely, deeply. He never forgot. It was when he was eighteen or nineteen, at the formative and most impressionable period of his life, that he had met Angele Varian.
I have actually seen the knees of Marcus Antonius touch the ground when he was speaking with vehemence for himself, with relation to the Varian law. For, as the engines you throw stones or darts with throw them out with the greater force the more they are strained and drawn back; so it is in speaking, running, or boxing the more people strain themselves, the greater their force.
Rawling shrugged, but when Varian telephoned that there were thirty men searching, he felt more comfortable. "You're using the wires a lot, Dad," said Sanford, roaming in. "Anything wrong? Where's Ling to sleep?" "In Pete's room. Good-night, Godson. No, nothing wrong." But Sanford was back presently, his eyes wide. "I say, Onnie's asleep front of my door and I can't get over her.
He never allows anybody to make the mayonnaise he can't trust them and I was glad to do it for him. He says mine is as good as his. Did you ever see him?" "Well, no," Varian returned. "But he doesn't need to be seen to be appreciated." A strange suspicion crept over him. "Do you often Do you do much How is it that you " He could not say it properly. Was it possible that Mrs.
"God spare us from purgatory!" she shouted. "Me to sew for the eight of you? Even in the fine house his honor did be givin' the agent I could not stand the noise of it. An' who'd be mendin' Master San's clothes? Be out of this kitchen, Bill Varian!" Rawling, suffocated with laughter, reeled out of the pantry and fled to his pretty wife. "She thinks San's her own kid!" he gasped.
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