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I liked his approach to knowledge. I was impressed that such wisdom was available in an office building in downtown Boston. I was impressed that in his own way, my boss was a seeker. Another weekend a childhood friend invited me to a beach party in New York. There I met Christina, a young woman with long legs and deep blue eyes. I started driving to New York often. One evening, the phone rang.
Perhaps this was the reason why Mrs. Heron changed her mind, and John Heron wired to Roger that he and his wife would be pleased to come on from Narragansett, where they were spending a weekend for Heron's health. The invitation had been sent to the Herons by Roger's firmly expressed wish, but Beverley had not dreamed that it would be accepted. And, after all, they were both coming to the dance!
'I am a fool for my pains, he thought, and only said: "Well, what about this invitation, anyway?" "Yes; it will be just the thing for them at the moment." The words had to Felix a somewhat sinister import. He knew well enough that she did not mean by them what others would have meant. But he said: "When shall we expect them? Tuesday, I suppose, would be best for Clara, after her weekend.
And in so many ways it seemed a special blessing, this particular summer, to have Mamma out of the way, comfortable and happy, but out of the way. For Mary had packed her three babies and their nurse down to the cottage at Beach Meadow for the summer, and she and George had determined with only brief weekend intervals to break it to try staying in the New York house all summer.
"Probably cooks, too," George said. "Yeah." "Jesus, Olive Oil." "She's coming through this weekend. She and Paul, her husband. They go to Quebec every year." "Good eating in Quebec." "You bet," Oliver said. "She likes to dress up. They have a good time." "Wow," George said. "I don't think my mom has bought a dress in twenty years. Says she's too old for that foolishness."
We could also go occasionally to a spot on the Suez Canal, Lake Timsah, for a weekend where the army had established Ferry Point Leave Camp, where tent tops were situated amongst pine trees and where discipline was relaxed.
"And here was I, picturing you having a gay weekend, and wondering where, and who your friends in this neighbourhood could be. And all the while you were sitting blindfold in the room over my head. Ah, the goodness of it is beyond words! But did you not feel somewhat of a deceiver, Miss Gray?" She always felt that poor Jane. So she readily answered: "Yes. And yet I told you I was not going far.
T. X. had accepted an invitation to stay a weekend at Kara's "little place in the country," and had found there assembled everything that the heart could desire in the way of fellowship, eminent politicians who might conceivably be of service to an ambitious young Assistant Commissioner of Police, beautiful ladies to interest and amuse him.
"Poor Franny, she has a terrible marriage. Two of the cutest little girls. Oliver, I'm hoping you will come visit. I want to show you the Bay and feed you some proper crab cakes. The weekend after next would be perfect." "How far are you from Atlantic City?" "About two hours." "I've never been to Atlantic City," Oliver said. "I've been wanting to see what it's like.
That would be sad. The agricultural laborer and the farmer might then have some part of the game which they fatten with their labor. But what would happen to you in the season? No weekend shooting with the Duke of Norfolk for any of us. But that is not the kind of labor they are going to cut down.
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