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As she approached her room, hoping to find a good fire, she heard a flapping noise, which was suddenly interrupted by the rattle of a falling poker, followed by the exclamation, in a woman's voice, "Och, musha, I wouldnt doubt you." Marian, entering, saw a robust young woman kneeling before the grate, trying to improve a dull fire that burnt there.
Ten miles later I inquired, "Wouldnt you be more comfortable with that heavy fur coat off? I can put it in the back with your luggage and it won't be crushed." She shook her head more impatiently. Suddenly I remembered the car radio installed a few days before. A little cheerful music calms the soul. I turned it on and got a band playing a brandnew hit, "Green as Grass." "Oh, no. No noise."
Steal her brainchild, negate all my efforts to make her independent and cheat me of the reward of my spadework. You wouldnt think of her as a frail credulous woman, easily taken in by the first smooth talker, but a woman is a woman afterall. "Look, Miss Francis," I argued, "youve got a big thing here, a great thing. The possibilities are practically unlimited.
"One of your neighbors ..." "I have just applied ..." I sneered my way past those houses refusing my services the day before; they couldnt have the Metamorphizer at any price now. Then it hit my eyes. Mrs Dinkman's lawn, I mean. The one so neglected, ailing and yellow only yesterday. It wasnt sad and sickly now. The most enthusiastic homeowner wouldnt have disdained it.
The toothpick was once more in play and the luminous eyes fixed straight ahead. Her legs were spread apart and she seemed firmly in position for hours to come, as though she would wait for the grass to exhaust its phenomenal growth. "Why did they quit cutting?" I asked the man standing beside me. "Mower give out dulled the blades so they wouldnt cut no more." "Going to give up and let it grow?"
She'd made the stuff and deceived me by an unscrupulously worded advertisement, now, no longer interested, she asked airily if further effort were essential. Who wouldnt be indignant?
When she falls asleep, there she is, a besotted heap tumbled anyhow into bed, snoring and grunting like a pig. When she wakes, she begins planning how to get more liquor. Think of what you or I would feel if we saw our mothers tipsy. By God, that child of mine wouldnt believe its eyes if it saw its mother sober. Only for Lucy, I'd have pitched her over long ago.
Besides, it is only down the Brompton Road." "The worst neighborhood in London to be seen in with me. I know all sorts of queer people down Brompton way. I should have to bow to them if we met; and that wouldnt do before her," indicating Constance, who was conversing with Douglas. "You are incorrigible: I give you up. Good-bye, and dont forget to-morrow evening."
Is there any question of yours that I have left unanswered? CONRAD. We havnt asked you any, you know. BURGE. May I take that as a mark of confidence? CONRAD. If I were a laborer in your constituency, I should ask you a biological question? LUBIN. No you wouldnt, my dear Doctor. Laborers never ask questions. BURGE. Ask it now. I have never flinched from being heckled. Out with it.
The change would not only be irrevocable, but it wouldnt make the slightest difference if the lead were adulterated with ironpyrites or not." "But, Miss Francis," I expostulated, "you'll have to do something." She threw her hands into the air, a theatrical gesture even more than ordinarily unbecoming. "Why?" "Why? To make your discovery marketable, of course." "Now? In the face of this?"
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