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DO GO OUT MORE, AND NOT COOPYOURSELF UP SO.
I BELIEVE YOURE GROWING ODDAND
FANCIFUL THROUGH BEING SO MUCH ALONE. For my part I cannot admit tofeeling a
day older than I did ten years back. IT ENDED BY POOR LOUISA GOING TOBED IN
FLOODS OF TEARS. In his opinion, no onecould compare with Malibran. THAT sort
of thing, said asMary said it, put her opinion of the new movement in a
nutshell.
Happily, Miss Timms-Kellydid not take this greatly to heart. For
them, too, this would not be so complete. As a young man I never missed an
opera when shesang.
But thechange in his manner was even more striking. Lean as
aherring, yellow as a Chinaman, he had been for months past.
Mydear, you must
surely see for yourself we cannot have the eyesore hehas become, about this
house? But on Emmy being presented, Lizzies fervour suffered a
visibleabatement.
STILL, WILLY HAS HAD SO MANY FANCIES IN HIS DAY, ITHINK
LOUISA NEEDNT TAKE THIS ONE TOO SERIOUSLY. At whichMahony stopped shaving his
chin to throw in: Thats precisely it. But why start to grumble now, when its a
questionof your best friend?
Upon my soul, I would walk ten miles to hear her
rendering of an ariaby Mozart or Verdi!
In course of making a hasty toilet,
however, he pricked up his ears.
Once she was there, though, it was impossible
to forget Tilly, even foran hour.
I cant tell you; I had nothing to do with
it.
Could thewifes idea that he was fretting over the loss of his boy be the
rightone? Therewith, ofcourse the old boy cools down .
Besides, I didnt say
sense; I said common sense.
I THINK ITS TIME I CAME HOME TOLOOK AFTER YOU.
Something in this reflection seemed to flick John.
To see your furniture
jumping about theroom!
Upon my soul, it makes a man realise his age, to see the
youngones come on as they do. JUSTHINTED I HAD SEEN HER AND HOW SORRY I WAS TO
FIND HER IN SUCH A POORSTATE OF HEALTH. Who will be able to tell me ALL his
little ways. And Mary: WHAT RUBBISH YOU DO TALK, DEAR!
I THINK ITS TIME I CAME
HOME TOLOOK AFTER YOU. But a tactful question onthis score called forth so curt
a negative that he could not press it. Once she was there, though, it was
impossible to forget Tilly, even foran hour.
Could thewifes idea that he was
fretting over the loss of his boy be the rightone? One ofthe two, like herself,
had vanished from mortal eyes. And, belonging to the class of those who
pre-indulge, Tillyhee-hawed at full lung-strength. Her buxom, bouncing presence
filled the house.
At whichMahony stopped shaving his chin to throw in: Thats
precisely it. In his opinion, no onecould compare with Malibran.
I HATE the way
she does her hair, Aunt Mary.
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