Complete Project Gutenberg William Dean Howells Works

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ng that Miss Gage was

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ly the president, as they call it, of the v

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of course you can understand how such a man would think that money would buy a good time anywhere. But the Deerings didn't know how to go about it. She confessed as much when we were talking the girl over. I could see that she stood in awe of her somehow from the beginning, and that she felt more than the usual responsibility for her. That was the reason she was so eager to get her husband off home; as long as he was with

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n't her heart in her mouth all the time, wondering what she can do for the girl, and bullying herself with the notion that she is to blame if she doesn't have a good time. You can understand just how it was with them always. Mrs. Deering is one of those meek little things

Deering didn't even

his wife was good enough for Miss Gage, and he'd be stubbor

le of the good Deering. I

r worrying so much about Miss Gage's not having a good time, and she couldn't make him f

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think it would do for them to change from their hotel, a

utting them up t

sked for your opinion if I had cared anything for i

want my worthless opinion. B

oon as Miss Gage has got her new gowns I'm going to tell them yo

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don't know what. She sees that it's a desper

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hotel shall

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introduce yourself to the clerk, and tell him your wife has two friends coming, and you

I want them

be so shamefully modest as you always are, but sp

ays. But, Isabel, we don't know these

is quite

e hotel-keeper if they run thei

t be disgusting, and g

n. I chose this hotel because, though it lacked the fine flower of the more ancient respectability and the legendary charm of the States, it was so spectacular that it would be in itself a perpetual excitement for those ladies, and would form an effect of society which, with some help from us,

heard my name gaily called, and I looked up to see young Kendricks, formerly of our staff on Every Other Week, and still

hen in the worl

amboat train, and I am n

ike it

have I thrown away my life? Why have I never come to Saratoga before? It's simply supreme, and it's American down to the ground. Ye

lace," I enlarged, "has the charm of ruin, though it's in such obvious repair; it has a past; it's so completely gone by in a society sense. The cottage life here hasn't killed the hotel life, a

oming and going, dappled by the leaf-shadows from the tall trees overhead. "What air! what a sky!" The one was indeed sparkling,

posed that the sparkle of the air comes from the healthful gases thrown off by the sprin

a story about Saratoga?" he asked, with a literary turn I knew his thoughts would be taking. All Gerald Kendricks's

they were at all in society. But of course there must be charming presences here accidentally

would be too h

met some young fellow ac

ult to manage; and

ardent young delegate falls in love with her. That would be new ground. There you would have the political novel, which they wonder every now and then some of us don't write." The smile faded from Kendricks's lips, and I laughed. "Wel

are

elightful, and he made the proper inquiries about Mrs. March. Kendricks never forgot the gentleman in the artist, and he was as true to the convenances as if they had been principles. That was what made Mrs. March like his stories so muc