" "There is a great art in it, if you did," quoth he. Instead, her husband was probably wise. For a time he heard no
more, and stared with stony eyes at a Book-War proclamation in leaded type that
filled half a column of the Times that day. "I can't see him. Even in her own sorry skin-and-bones state of
wraithlike pallor and gray under eye circles she was
drawing unwanted attention from would-be admirers. Witness Browning. Her brown curls were pulled tight in a severe
chignon. And a custom had grown up of a general tea at four o’clock,
under the auspices of a Miss Garvice, a tall and graceful girl of distinguished
intellectual incompetence, in whom the hostess instinct seemed to be abnormally
developed. The
hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. And imprinting a kiss upon his mother's cold lips, he left the room. Her gratitude swelled within her. ’
‘I thought so,’ Gerald said with satisfaction. Abruptly would come the end. I think you’re
wrong.
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