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She was small and Zora was large, and Zora's embraces were often disarranging. "He is a gentleman and can afford to keep a wife." "And steady?" said Zora, with a smile. "I should think quite steady," said Mrs. Oldrieve, without one. "And he would amuse Emmy all day long." "I don't think it is part of a husband's duty, dear, to amuse his wife," said Mrs. Oldrieve.
Emmy sat on the fender stool, as she had done when Septimus had told her the story, and repeated it for Zora's benefit. "You say he sent for Septimus this morning?" said Zora in a low voice. "Do you think he knows about you two?" "It is possible that he guesses," replied Emmy, to whom Hégisippe Cruchot's indiscretion had been reported. "Septimus has not told him."
It was Zora's centre for her settlement-work. There she lived, and with her a half-dozen orphan girls and children too young for the boarding department of the school. Mrs. Cresswell easily fell into the habit of walking by here each day, coming down the avenue of oaks across the road and into the swamp. She saw little of Zora personally but she saw her girls and learned much of her plans.
An elderly senator of enormous wealth proposed marriage, and offered her half a dozen motor-cars, a few palaces and most of the two hemispheres. She declined. "If I were young, would you marry me?" Zora's beautiful shoulders gave the tiniest shrug of uncertainty. Perhaps her young friend was right, and the command of the earth was worth the slight penalty of a husband.
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