There were one or two bitter moments in his life when he had been made to feel that gentility laid on with a brush may sometimes crack and show weak places—that deportment and breeding are after all things apart. “You be off, missie,” said the fatherly policeman. “We have to get in, I think,” said a nice little old lady in a bonnet to Ann Veronica, speaking with a voice that quavered a little. There was the world besides, looming darker and larger. " Ruth had read from page to page in "The Child's Garden of Verse," generally unfamiliar to the admirers of Stevenson. By the by, my dear, I forgot to ask your name—perhaps you'll oblige me with it now? Hell and the devil!—gone!" He looked around in vain. "What's the matter?" he cried. We meant to make it dinner and a theatre, but you were not home. \" It was Michelle's kind way of implying that Lucy's loose black Tshirt and baggy dungarees were unflattering. Presently he became filled with astonishment over the singular fact that Ruth was eluding him in fancy as well as in reality. A vast indifference settled down upon him. E. Petite build, like herself. "A hundred pounds!" exclaimed Shotbolt. The house was full of aunts, uncles, and cousins meandering about, stuffed until their seams and zippers were bursting.
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