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"I doubt very much," he went on expansively, "if he would have counted for as much as he did as he promised at one time to count at any rate if it had not been for his wife. Mrs. Woodyard is a very remarkable woman!" "Yes, she is a strong personality, she was the stronger of the two undoubtedly."
Outside and inside he had done his best to create something French out of the old-fashioned New York block house, but Cornelia Woodyard had Americanized his creation enough to make it intimate, livable. "Can't you say something, Tommy?" Conny murmured in her childish treble. "I have said a good deal first and last, haven't I?" "Don't be cross, Tommy! I am down on my job to-day."
As they strolled upstairs to the library Cairy followed her and said: "Are you going to Mrs. Bertram's with us? She has some music and people Sundays I'll tell Mrs. Woodyard," and before she could reply he had slipped over to Conny. That lady glanced at Isabelle, smiled on Cairy, and nodded. What she said to Cairy was: "So you've got a new interest. Take care, Tommy, you'll complicate your life!"
John waved his paper at her, the one that had the "roast" about Percy Woodyard. She had meant to read that, she might see the Woodyards in Paris. Then the tug moved off, both men still waving to her. She hurried to the rear deck to get a last look, sentimental forlornness at leaving her husband coming over her afresh.
Cornelia Woodyard that somewhat ordinary schoolmate of her youth was becoming for Isabelle a powerful source of suggestion, just as Isabelle had been for Bessie Falkner in the Torso days. When Mrs.
He might have seen other beauties in the landscape if he had turned a little in his saddle and looked eastward, beyond Jonathan Burge's pasture and woodyard towards the green corn-fields and walnut-trees of the Hall Farm; but apparently there was more interest for him in the living groups close at hand.
This sex matter had been exaggerated by Poets and Prudes, and their hysterical utterances should not inhibit her impulses. Nevertheless she did not consider it a suitable opportunity to tell Percy about the kiss. Percy Woodyard and Cornelia Pallanton had married on a new, radical basis.
As a result she has just what she wants, and her husband adores her, he is the outward and visible symbol of Conny's inward and material strength!" Isabelle laughed, and Margaret continued in her pleasant drawl, painting the Woodyard firmament. "She understood her man better than he did himself.
She had been thinking of Percy Woodyard, of Fosdick's epithet for Conny, the Vampire. But when in the stream of outgoing passengers that filled the echoing terminal she caught sight of Tom's face, looking expectantly over the heads of the crowd, a vivid ray of joy darted through her. 'He's here! she thought. 'He has come across the ferry to meet me!
Fosdick had called Cornelia Woodyard the "Vampire," why, none of her admirers could say. She did not look the part this afternoon, standing before the fire in her library, negligently holding a cup of tea in one hand, while she nibbled gourmandizingly at a frosted cake.
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