But calmer
thoughts quickly succeeded. This time there wasn't any doubt. I made it a point to bring beachcombers to the house to fill her
with horror of mankind. Officers were these. “There is no remedy, girls,” she began, breathlessly, “except the Vote. "Adieu,
my worthy uncle. “Splendid it must be to be a composer. “Poor old Alice!”
Her brother Roddy came to her and demanded tea, and asked her to state a
case. She took a deep breath. Small blame to her. Baptist Kettleby (for so was the Master named) was a "goodly portly man, and a
corpulent," whose fair round paunch bespoke the affection he entertained for
good liquor and good living. I'll talk to her in the morning, but she won't understand what I'm driving at. The love-songs of all the ages were
singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and
the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her
mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk.
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