Success - A Novel by Samuel Hopkins Adams
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"Wouldn't he come?" interrogated the chorus.
"He's awfully sorry, but he says he isn't fit for decent human associations." "More and more interesting!"--"Why?"--"What awful thing has he been doing?" "Eating onions," answered Cressey. "Raw." "I don't believe it," cried the indignant Miss Forbes. "One doesn't eat raw onions at Sherry's. It's a subterfuge." "Very likely." "If I went over there myself, who'll bet a dozen silk stockings that I can't--" "Come off it, Ess," protested her brother-in-law across the table. "That's too high a jump, even for you." She let herself be dissuaded, but her dovelike eyes were vagrant during the rest of the dinner. Pleasantly musing over the last glass of a good but moderate-priced Rosemont-Geneste, Banneker became aware of Cressey's dinner party filing past him: then of Jules, the waiter, discreetly murmuring something, from across the table. A faint and provocative scent came to his nostrils, and as he followed Jules's eyes he saw a feminine figure standing at his elbow. He rose promptly and looked down into a face |
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