A Sappho of Green Springs by Bret Harte
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"Well, my dear," said Mrs. Leyton, gayly, "it seems we are to stay.
Leyton says Rushbrook won't hear of our going." "Does that mean that your husband takes the whole opera troupe over to your house in exchange?" "Don't be satirical, but congratulate yourself on your opportunity of seeing an awfully funny gathering. I wouldn't have you miss it for the world. It's the most characteristic thing out." "Characteristic of what?" "Of Rushbrook, of course. Nobody else would conceive of getting together such a lot of queer people." "But don't it strike you that we're a part of the lot?" "Perhaps," returned the lively Mrs. Leyton. "No doubt that's the reason why Jack Somers is coming over, and is so anxious that YOU should stay. I can't imagine why else he should rave about Miss Grace Nevil as he does. Come, Grace, no New York or Philadelphia airs, here! Consider your uncle's interests with this capitalist, to say nothing of ours. Because you're a millionaire and have been accustomed to riches from your birth, don't turn up your nose at our unpampered appetites. Besides, Jack Somers is Rushbrook's particular friend, and he may think your criticisms unkind." "But IS Mr. Somers such a great friend of Mr. Rushbrook's?" asked Grace Nevil. |
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