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You know I never could bear having Reggie Armistead do anything I couldn't. Every one will be doing it soon." "I can't believe that you're in earnest." "I am, awfully." "But the danger! You must realize that!" "I do that's what attracts me." She got up and put her arms around Mrs. Westfield's neck. "O Auntie, dear, don't bother. I'm absolutely impossible anyway.
I have seen at this tavern a great mix of a dozen herds, that looked as like as a potful of peas, separated by an idle loafer sitting on a fence, calling out, "That one's Woodford's, an' that one's Alkire's an' that one's Maxwell's, an' the Polled-Angus muley belongs to Flave Davisson, an' the old-fashioned one is Westfield's. He must have got him in Roane or Nicholas.
The good lady sank into a chair, the severe lines in her face more than usually acidulous, but Hermia only smiled sweetly, for Mrs. Westfield's forbidding aspect, as she well knew, concealed the most indulgent of dispositions. "Playing polo with men, racing in your motor and getting yourself talked about in the papers! Really, Hermia, what will you be doing next?" "Flying," said Hermia. Mrs.
Old Parkhurst "bats," who had played in the first match, thirteen years ago, were there, with big beards, and very majestic to look at; Old Boys, now settled in life, were there with their wives and children; carriages full of our own and Westfield's fathers and mothers; and shoals of young brothers and sisters, crammed the space beyond the flags; the "doctors," as usual, had driven over; and almost gave offence to some of our most enthusiastic partisans by "chumming up" publicly with the head master of our rivals!
I get hot with shame when I think of the part an Endicott played as Sonia Westfield's fool." "And the reason not to be controverted?" "In what a position my departure would leave my mother. Have you thought of that? After all her kindness, her real affection, as if I had been her own son. She thinks now that I am her son, and I feel that she is my mother.
Westfield's greatest effectiveness was when she was most ineffectual. "There's nothing more for me to say, I suppose," said Mrs. Westfield. "Nothing except that you approve," pleaded her niece wistfully. "I'll never do that," icily. "I don't approve of you at all. Why should I mince matters?
One sentiment particularly arrested my attention, and answered the question that constantly arose in my mind, as to why she did not attempt, by means of Westfield's dying asseveration, to establish her innocence. It was this: "He has prejudged me guilty and cast me off without seeing me or giving me a hearing, and then insulted me by a legislative tender of five hundred dollars a year.
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