The women, Ann Veronica thought, were not quite so interesting as the men. I’ll
give you grandpére!’
‘But milor’—’
‘Pardon!’
No longer master of his actions, the general lurched forward, waving his cane. He talked in the same style, and pretty nearly
in the same language; laughed in the same manner, and coughed, or sneezed at
the same time. The Bitchster strikes again. But men are so careless, there's no trusting anything to them! However, I must
try to brazen it out. A young man was
playing the banjo. His course had
been observed by the watchman, who directed Wild which way to take. The both of them puttering about the tidy
two-story house, Lucy would serve them both steaming
cups of tea in the front parlor. . With a
well-simulated unconcern and a heightened color she finished her breakfast. “What else was I to do?”
For some seconds she stood watching him and both were thinking very
quickly. The night was now advancing, and the party began to think of separating. Something in his smile, in the cynical suggestiveness of his deferential tone,
maddened her.
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