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I wanted you to know it first of all, Lydia, so I haven't mentioned it to a soul except to Cousin Jimmy Wrenn." "You will live with dear Jane, will you not? Poor child, what a blessing you will be to her." "No, I shall be with Jane only for a month or two until Gabriella and George have taken a house in New York. She wouldn't consent to be married so soon until I promised to live with them.
Suddenly she gave his hand a parting pressure and sprang up. "Come. We'll have tiffin, and then I'll send you away, and to-morrow we'll go see the Tate Gallery." While Istra was sending the slavey for cakes and a pint of light wine Mr. Wrenn sat in a chair just sat in it; he wanted to show that he could be dignified and not take advantage of Miss Nash's kindness by slouchin' round.
Wrenn," who would be writing you directly and explaining everything most satisfactorily. At thirty-four Mr. Wrenn was the sales-entry clerk of the Souvenir Company. He was always bending over bills and columns of figures at a desk behind the stock-room. He was a meek little bachlor a person of inconspicuous blue ready-made suits, and a small unsuccessful mustache.
That was twelve years ago, but deep down in some secret cave of Fanny's being the ghastly echo of the words still reverberated through the emptiness and the silence. "Don't you think, darling," she pleaded now, as she had pleaded to Becky on that other dreadful occasion, "that we had better send immediately for Cousin Jimmy Wrenn?"
It is true that he didn't add to this spiritual triumph the triumph of getting two more boxes of matches, for the cashier-girl exclaimed, "No indeedy; it's my turn!" and lifted the match machine to a high shelf behind her. But Mr. Wrenn went out of the restaurant with his old friend, the fat man, saying to him quite as would a wit, "I guess we get stung, eh?" "Yuh!" gurgled the fat man.
Charley also laughed and splashed some more. Then he wept and said that the water was cold, and that he was now deserted by his only friend. "Oh, shut up," remarked Bill Wrenn, and swept the bathroom floor. Charley stopped swashing about to sneer: "Li'l ministering angel, ain't you? You think you're awful good, don't you? Come up here and bother me. When I ain't well. Salvation Army.
Guilfogle went out of his way to admit that the letters to the Southern trade had been "a first-rate stunt, son." John Henson, the head of the Souvenir Company's manufacturing department, invited Mr. Wrenn home to dinner, and the account of the cattle-boat was much admired by Mrs. Henson and the three young Hensons.
"Billy was it something serious, the telegram?" "No, it was Miss Nash, the artist I told you about, asked me to meet her at the boat. I suppose she wants me to help her with her baggage and the customs and all them things. She's just coming from Paris." "Oh yes, I see." So lacking in jealousy was Nelly that Mr. Wrenn was disappointed, though he didn't know why.
When Theresa, in the hall below, heard Tom, she knew that Mr. Wrenn would room here no more. She galloped up-stairs and screeched over her mother's shoulder: "You will pick on a lady, will you, you drunken scum you you cads I'll have you arrested so quick you " "Look here, lady," said Tom, gently. "I'm a plain-clothes man, a detective." His large voice purred like a tiger-tabby's.
Wrenn, next day, "I want to talk to you about that assistant managership." The manager, in his new office and his new flowered waistcoat, had acted interested when Our steady and reliable Mr. Wrenn came in. But now he tried to appear dignified and impatient. "That " he began. "I've been here longer than any of the other men, and I know every line of the business now, even the manufacturing.
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