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They were all tired and breathless with the dance presently, and threw themselves around on the grass for a bit of rest. There was laughing and chattering, and bright eyes full of mirth sent coquettish glances first on this side, then on that. Susette had borne off her partner in triumph to see her mother, and there were old neighbors welcoming and complimenting Pierre De Ber.
No long rows of faces caring. Only the hard murmur of the busy street outside. No excited whispers here, no music and no flowers, no bridesmaids and no wedding gown. "I pronounce you man and wife." Then what? She took Susette tight in her arms for a moment. Then Emily thank God for her! was whispering fiercely in her ear: "It's going to be all right, my dear!
A fat man with a black moustache, his derby hat tipped over his forehead, and his two small piggish eyes morosely and narrowly watching her. A detective working for Fanny Carr! Ethel angrily rose and called to Susette and wheeled the baby carriage away. But just as she passed the fat man, a small fat boy ran up to him. "Say, Pa," whined the urchin. "Buy me a bag of peanuts."
There were little distractions; for Susette was a sociable creature, and the small friends she discovered brought Ethel into conversation with the women who had them in charge. Several of the mothers were French very French in the way they dressed, in the way they sewed, in their quick gestures, shrugs and smiles and their pretty, broken English.
Anxiously she watched Susette for the slightest sign of illness; and in this watching she grew to know the meaning of certain looks and gestures, baby talk. Susette became a person, wee but very intimate. In the park on those lovely days of May, Ethel liked to feel herself a part of the small world of nurses and mothers who chatted or sewed while children played and motor cars went purring by.
I mean that back among such friends I hoped he'd stop just making money and get to work on things he had dreamed of! You understand?" "I think so but not fully. Go on in your own way, my dear. Don't try to think. Keep talking." "Thank you. I was in love with him. There was nobody else, man, woman or child except Susette. She was Amy's little girl. You see, Mrs.
And then in a revealing flash, "Her love was like that! She taught him!" With a bound that feeling of intimacy with her sister leaped to a climax burned! It was long till she could quiet herself. She had to do it by walking the floor. . . . Thank heaven for the daylight and the small, round face of Susette peering over the edge of the crib.
They had a jealous light in them. "You'll stay here, of course," said Ethel. "Surely you are not thinking of going " "No. Are you?" A little cold sensation struck into her spine at the tone of that question. "I haven't decided yet on my plans. Hadn't you better take Susette out to the Park?" "All right." "And keep her there as much as you can till it's over." "All right," said the nurse again.
And I'm sure I made a fairly accurate guess as to the cause." "What did you think?" asked Mrs. Jardine. "I thought Mr. Jardine had missed Susette, and you'd had to tell him," said Kate. "You're quite right. It's a good thing she went on and lost herself in New York. I'm not at all sure that he doesn't contemplate starting out to find her yet." "Let Susette go!" said Kate.
"Oh, nothing, sir," replied Jules, with humility, "only I thought " Poor Jules would have consented to eat his thought rather than fall out with the father of his Susette. "You thought!" Maitre Guillot's face was a study for Hogarth, who alone could have painted the alto tone of voice as it proceeded from his round O of a mouth.
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