A Voyage of Consolation - (being in the nature of a sequel to the experiences of 'An - American girl in London') by Sara Jeannette Duncan
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taper from his stem like a florist's bouquet, and all the upper part of
him was pink and trembling with emotion. Arthur may one day attain corpulence; he is already well rounded. "I need hardly say," he said majestically, "that when I did myself the honour of proposing, I was under the impression that I had a suitable larynx to offer you." "You see I didn't know," I murmured, and by accident I dropped my engagement ring, which rolled upon the carpet at his feet. He stooped and picked it up. "Shall I take this with me?" he asked, and I said "By all means." That was all. I gave ten minutes to reflection and to the possibility of Arthur's coming back and pleading, on his knees, to be allowed to restore that defective larynx. Then I went straight upstairs to the telephone and rang up the Central office. When they replied "_Hello_," I said, in the moderate and concentrated tone which we all use through telephones, "Can you give me New York?" Poppa was in New York, and in an emergency poppa and I always turn to one another. There was a delay, during which I listened attentively, with one eye closed--I believe it is the sign of an unbalanced intellect to shut one eye when you use the telephone, but I needn't go into that--and presently I got New York. In a few minutes more I was accommodated with the Fifth Avenue Hotel. |
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