Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 2, 2025
A more critical eye than Lise's, gazing upon this portrayal of the Valhalla of success, might have detected in the young men, immaculate in evening dress, a certain effort to feel at home, to converse naturally, which their square jaws and square shoulders belied. This was no doubt the fault of the artist's models, who had failed to live up to the part.
She offered no explanation. It was impossible. She understood that the reason why they refrained from questioning her was due to a faith in her integrity as well as to a respect for her as a breadwinner who lead earned a right to independence. And while her suspicion of Hannah's anxiety troubled her, on the occasions when she thought of it, Lise's attitude disturbed her even more.
Frear inconsiderately neglected to prepare her for his departure, the news of which was conveyed to her in a singular manner, and by none other than Mr. Johnny Tiernan of the tin shop, their conversation throwing some light, not only on Lise's sophistication, but on the admirable and intricate operation of Hampton's city government.
But above all, she was cowed by the sudden change in Janet herself, by the attitude of steely determination eloquent of an animus persons of Lise's type are incapable of feeling, and which to them is therefore incomprehensible. "Nothing's going to happen to me," she whined. "The place is all right he'd be scared to send me there if it wasn't. It costs something, too.
The scarcely touched food was laid aside, the coffee-pot emptied, Hannah put the cups in the basin in the sink and let the water run. She turned to Janet and seized her hands convulsively. "Let me do this, mother," said Janet. She knew her mother was thinking of the newly-found joy that Lise's disgrace had marred, but she released her hands, gently, and took the mop from the nail on which it hung.
The scarcely touched food was laid aside, the coffee-pot emptied, Hannah put the cups in the basin in the sink and let the water run. She turned to Janet and seized her hands convulsively. "Let me do this, mother," said Janet. She knew her mother was thinking of the newly-found joy that Lise's disgrace had marred, but she released her hands, gently, and took the mop from the nail on which it hung.
They reached the corner by the provision shop with the pink and orange chromos of jellies in the window. "Lise, has anything happened to you?" demanded Janet suddenly. "I want you to tell me." "Anything happened what do you mean? Anything happened?" "You know very well what I mean." "Well, suppose something has happened?" Lise's reply was pert, defiant. "What's it to you?
Wiley, it seemed, could claim acquaintance with Miss Schuler, one of the ladies to whose arm Lise's was linked, and he had the further advantage of appearing in a large and seductive touring car, painted green, with an eagle poised above the hood and its name, Wizard, in a handwriting rounded and bold, written in nickel across the radiator.
Maybe I was tired anyhow, it put me on the queer, and everything in the joint began to tango 'round me and Neva came home with me." Janet felt a surge of relief, in which were mingled anxiety and resentment: relief because she was convinced that Lise was telling the truth, anxiety because she feared for Lise's future, resentment because Ditmar had been mentioned.
Do you think this man will support you, stick to you? He won't, he'll desert you, and you'll have to go on the streets." A dangerous light grew in Lise's eyes. "He's as good as any other man, he's as good as Ditmar," she said. "They're all the same, to girls like us." Janet's heart caught, it seemed to stop beating. Was this a hazard on Lise's part, or did she speak from knowledge?
Word Of The Day
Others Looking