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"I like him; he's got something to say," returned Leslie. "Augusta's looking at you, like a hen after a stray chicken. She's all but clucking now." "Mr. Wharne will tell her." But Mr. Wharne was not in the room. He came back just as Leslie was making her way again, after the dance, to Mrs. Linceford.
It'll be human nature right over again, be assured, Mr. Wharne." Yet, somehow, Mr. Wharne would not be frightened from his determination, until the evening; when plans came out, and good-bys and wonders and lamentations began. "Yes, we have decided quite suddenly; the girls want to see Outledge, and there's a pleasant party of friends, you know, one can't always have that.
Last of all, the very day before the wedding, came old Mr. Marmaduke Wharne. And of all things in the world, he brought her a telescope. "To look out at creation with, and keep her soul wide," he says, and "to put her in mind of that night when he first found her out, among the Hivites and the Hittites and the Amalekites, up in Jefferson, and took her away among the planets, out of the snarl."
I'm going up to unpack my valise and make myself comfortable again. All things come round, or go by, I find, if one only keeps one's self quiet. But I shall look in upon you at Outledge yet." These were the stairway words of Marmaduke Wharne to-night. "'One gets the whole in the first minute'! How can they keep saying that?
"Particularly, my dear madam," said Marmaduke Wharne, coming close and speaking with clear emphasis, "as she could not possibly have known that she had a trump in her hand!"
It's no use for people to bring their bodies to the mountains, if they can't bring souls in them!" And Marmaduke Wharne turned on his heel, and, without further courtesy, strode away. "What an old Grimgriffinhoof!" cried Jeannie under her breath; and Elinor laughed her little musical laugh of fun. Mrs. Linceford drew up her shawl, and sat down again, the remnant of a well-bred smile upon her face.
Within was a piano tinkle of gay music, and demi-toilette, and demi-festival, the poor, abridged reproduction of city revelry in the inadequate parlor of an unpretending mountain-house, on a three-ply carpet. Marmaduke Wharne came and looked in at the doorway. Mrs. Linceford rose from her seat upon the sofa close by, and gave him courteous greeting.
When a man has once looked like that, it does not matter how he ever merely looks again. Marmaduke Wharne stood close by Ruth, during the service.
And I wonder if the world isn't like it, somehow? And ourselves, too, all muddled up, and not knowing what we are made of, till the right chemicals touch us? There's so much in it, Mr. Wharne, I can't put it in clear order. But it is there, isn't it?" "Yes, it is there," answered Mr. Wharne, with the briefest gravity.
"Unless you go first, and we run after you," suggested the General. "All the same. You talked Dixville to her the very first evening, you know. No, nobody can have an original Dixville idea any more. And I've been asking them, the Josselyns, and Mr. Wharne and all, and was just coming to the Goldthwaites; and now I've got them on my hands, and I don't know where in the world to take them.
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