The Turmoil, a novel by Booth Tarkington
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have married somebody from HERE that would have done us some good!
He could have got in with Bobby Lamhorn years ago just as well as now, and Bobby'd have introduced him to the nicest girls in town, but instead of that he had to go and pick up this Sibyl Rink! I met some awfully nice people from her town when mamma and I were at Atlantic City, last spring, and not one had ever heard of the Rinks! Not even HEARD of 'em!" "I thought you were great friends with Sibyl," Bibbs said. "Up to the time I found her out!" the sister returned, with continuing vehemence. "I've found out some things about Mrs. Roscoe Sheridan lately--" "It's only lately?" "Well--" Edith hesitated, her lips setting primly. "Of course, I always did see that she never cared the snap of her little finger about ROSCOE!" "It seems," said Bibbs, in laconic protest, "that she married him." The sister emitted a shrill cry, to be interpreted as contemptuous laughter, and, in her emotion, spoke too impulsively: "Why, she'd have married YOU!" "No, no," he said; "she couldn't be that bad!" "I didn't mean--" she began, distressed. "I only meant--I didn't mean--" |
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