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He came over and stood by the table, in spite of the physical effort which Emmy involuntarily made to will that he should not do so. Emmy's eyes grew tragic at his intimate, possessive manner in speaking to Jenny. "I say!" continued Alf, admiringly. "A new hat, is it? Smart! Looks absolutely A1. Real West End style, isn't it? Going to have some chiffong?" "Sit down, Alf."
Emmy, quite at ease, as this was her husband's only cause of disquiet, took his hand, and with a radiant face and smile began to warble that stanza from the favourite song of "Wapping Old Stairs," in which the heroine, after rebuking her Tom for inattention, promises "his trousers to mend, and his grog too to make," if he will be constant and kind, and not forsake her.
Self-examination and inward analysis lead rather to a belief in natural sin. The Third Reader Class grew conscientious to the splitting of a hair. It was better to be "four" than "five" and be saved, and "three" than "four," if there was room for doubt. Class standing fell rapidly. Emmy Lou struggled to keep up with the downward tendency. Hattie outstripped her promptly.
"Hallo, Bill! that your sweetheart?" asked Sergeant Hardy, who was busy untying a parcel. "Ay, sweetheart an' wife too," answered the young soldier, with animation. "Let me see it, Willie," said Miles, who was also one of the disconsolate non-receivers, disconsolate because he had fully expected a reply to the penitent letter which he had written to his mother. "First-rate, that's Emmy to a tee.
He got water out of a rock. I mean the son of the Vicar of Wakefield, who bought the green spectacles." "Oh," said Emmy, who after the way of her generation had never heard of him. "I don't do it let people sell me things any more, now," he said gravely. "I seem to have got wise. Perhaps it has come through having had to look after you. I see things much clearer."
So when the little boy held out the rubber band across the aisle, Emmy Lou took the proffered end. At this the little boy slid back into his desk holding to his end. At the critical moment of elongation the little boy let go. And the property of elasticity is to rebound. Emmy Lou's heart stood still. Then it swelled. But in her filling eyes there was no suspicion, only hurt.
The following year I suddenly married a soldier, the only young man I knew, and I knew him very slightly, and went out to India with him. I did not forget Aunt Emmy, we corresponded regularly; but I was young and my life was a very full one. I had seen nothing of the world till I married. I had a child.
August watched her now with the greatest interest; he even sat in his wife's room while her companion moved silently and gracefully about. Miss Beggs couldn't have noticed this, for scarcely ever did her gaze meet his; she had a habit of standing lost in thought, her slimness a little drooping, as if she were weary or depressed. She was in his mind continually Miss Beggs and Emmy, his wife.
"But of course ... that's all very well for a bit of sport, but it gets a bit wearisome after a time. I know what you mean...." "Don't think I've been complaining about her," Emmy said. "I wouldn't. Really, I wouldn't. Only I do think sometimes it's not quite fair that she should have all the fun, and me none of it. I don't want a lot. My tastes are very simple.
Not a natural fighter, she took what little combativeness he had out of him, and made his school-days miserable a record of humiliations that sunk deep and drove him from his kind. He was a big, clumsy, sagacious boy, grave as an old man, always snubbed and condescended to, yet always trusted. Little Emmy made him her bondslave at sight.
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