The Wheel of Life by Ellen Anderson Gholson Glasgow
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"The personal quantity," repeated Laura laughing, and, as if the
description of Kemper had failed to interest her, she turned the conversation upon the subject of Trent's play. CHAPTER II TREATS OF AN ECCENTRIC FAMILY When the last caller had gone Laura slid back the folding doors which opened into the library and spoke to a little old gentleman, with a very bald head, who sat in a big armchair holding a flute in his wrinkled and trembling hand. He had a simple, moonlike face, to which his baldness lent a deceptive appearance of intellect, and his expression was of such bland and smiling goodness that it was impossible to resent the tedious garrulity of his conversation. In the midst of his shrivelled countenance his eyes looked like little round blue buttons which had been set there in order to keep his features from entirely slipping away. He was the oldest member of the Wilde family, and he had lived in the house in Gramercy Park since it was built by his father some sixty years or more ago. "Tired waiting, Uncle Percival?" asked Laura, raising her voice a little that it might penetrate his deafened hearing. As he turned upon her his smile of perfect patience the old gentleman nodded his head quickly several times in succession. "I waited to play |
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