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Updated: June 2, 2025
"De siety I'se enjoyin' at dis minit," said deceitful Dolf, "is enough to turn de head of any gemman." "Oh, we know all 'bout dat," said Vic. "In course you does," returned Dolf, forgetting Clorinda, and trying to seize Vic's hand, but so uncertain were his movements that she readily escaped him. Clorinda saw it all; it was fuel to the flame which consumed her.
The bluntness of timidity was in Vic's answer, but the strength and musical depth of his resonant voice was almost startling. "There is no Eden without a serpent, Miss Elinor," Professor Burgess said lightly. "Nor a serpent without some sort of Eden built around it. The thing's mate will be along after it pretty soon. Look out for it down there.
"I wonder if Samson could lift those gates as easily as he did the gates of Gaza?" questioned Henry, seating himself on a log which had been rejected in the building and taking Vic's head in his lap and fondling her silken ears. "We can't remain here much longer," said Frank; "I think this express will bring an order for us to go to San Francisco." "Very likely.
And I will go back to see the Moolly-cow-man." But his sister refused to be persuaded, and Vic's voice died away to a whisper, as he continued to babble to himself of the wonders he had seen in his walk. "There's one thing, Allie, that I don't get used to, in this country," remarked Charlie, as they were crossing the main street; "and that's the signs. See there!"
I don't see what difference that makes, especially as I'm not to be allowed to come out till after Vic's married, because she was presented four years ago, and isn't even engaged yet; so for all I can tell I may have to stay in till I'm a hundred, or leak out slowly when nobody is noticing, as Vic says girls do in the middle classes.
That's as it should be, of course, and we don't grudge it; but Vic's rather helpless, and I always have to hurry, to see her through. This evening, though, I found Thompson in Vic's room, next to mine; and just as I scientifically dislocated my arms to unhook my frock, which does up behind, Mother came in. "Betty," she said, quite playfully for her, "I have a very pleasant surprise for you.
"First, Elinor Wream, what Dean Funnybone calls 'Norrie, is heading the bunch that's going to shower us with roses tomorrow, if we win. And you know blamed well we'll win. They came in from Kansas City on the limited, just now, the roses did. The shower's predicted for tomorrow P. M." A sudden glow lighted Vic's stern face, and there was no savage gleam in his eyes now.
Ralph's conversational powers were not great, and though he walked his horse beside her, he chiefly contented himself with assenting to Ruth's remarks until she asked after Molly. He at once whistled and flicked a fly off his horse's neck. "Sad business with Molly," he said; "and mother out for the day. Great grief in the nursery. Vic's dead!" "Oh, poor Molly!" "Died this morning. Fits.
Would Miss Clo only overlook it this once, and begin to dress for the ball? Clorinda's heart swelled like a rising tide under Vic's hypocritical condolence, but she could not be quite convinced about the turban; she was a woman of resources, however, and felt that the evil was not without its remedy.
"Ate all the dinner, drank all the grape juice, stepped on all the custard pies, upset all the cream bottles. Oh, you piker, get out!" Trench aimed an empty lunch-basket at Vic's head with the words. Being a chaperon was a pleasant office to Professor Burgess today but for the task of throwing a barrier about Elinor every time Vic Burleigh came near.
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