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Fanny was looking again through the several sheets of Belle Worthington’s letter. “She says if I’ll agree to go back with her, she’ll pass this way again.” “Well, why don’t you? A little change wouldn’t hurt.” “
As they quitted the house she observed to her friend: “I wish you’d let up on that smell; it’s enough to sicken a body.” “I know you don’t like it, Lou,” was Mrs. Worthington’s apologetic and half disconcerted reply, “and I was careful as could be. Give you my word, I didn’t think you could notice it.” “Notice it? Gee!” responded Mrs. Dawson.
Yellow hair it was, with a suspicious darkness about the roots, and a streakiness about the back, that to an observant eye would have more than hinted that art had assisted nature in coloring Mrs. Worthington’s locks. Dressed, and evidently waiting with forced patience for the termination of these overhead maneuvers of her friend, sat Lou, Mrs.
Worthington’s words impressed her with the force of their prophetic meaning. Mrs. Dawson politely hoped that Hosmer would not leave before Jack came home; it would distress Jack beyond everything to return and find that he had missed an old friend whom he thought so much of. Hosmer could not say precisely when they would leave.
Duplan for the startling effect produced by Mrs. Worthington on that little woman in her black silk of a by-gone fashion; so splendid was Mrs. Worthington’s erect and imposing figure, so blonde her blonde hair, so bright her striking color and so comprehensive the sweep of her blue and scintillating gown. Yet was Mrs.
Worthington’s coiffure being completed, she regaled herself with a deliberate and comprehensive glance into the street, and the outcome of her observation was the sudden exclamation. “Well I’ll be switched! come here quick Lou. If there ain’t Fanny Larimore getting on the car with Dave Hosmer!” Mrs.
Worthington’s secret and stolen glances the entire evening. And now towards this point he finally transported himself by gradual movements which he believed appeared unstudied and indifferent. He was confronted by a good deal of French to him an unfamiliar language. Here a long row of Balzac; then, the Waverley Novels in faded red cloth of very old date.
Worthington’s claim to entire indifference, if not inability confirmed by his wife was accepted as the most sincere, and that gentleman was excluded and excused. He watched them as they seated themselves at table, even lending assistance, in his own awkward way, to range the chairs in place.
Worthington even now loudly demanding a pack of cards. “Here’s a gentleman never heard of six-handed euchre. If you’ve got a pack of cards, Mrs. Laferm, I guess I can show him quick enough that it can be done.” “Oh, I don’t doubt Mrs. Worthington’s ability to make any startling and pleasing revelations,” rejoined the planter good humoredly, and gallantly following Mrs.
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