The Flirt by Booth Tarkington
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"They were all rather queer, the Corlisses."
Hedrick stared incredulously, baffled; but men must expect these things, and this was no doubt a helpful item in his education. "I wonder if he wants to sell the house," said Mrs. Madison. "I wish he would. Anything that would make father get out of it!" Cora exclaimed. "I hope Mr. Corliss will burn it if he doesn't sell it." "He might want to live here himself." "He!" Cora emitted a derisive outcry. Her mother gave her a quick, odd look, in which there was a real alarm. "What is he like, Cora?" "Awfully foreign and distinguished!" This brought Hedrick to confront her with a leap as of some wild animal under a lash. He landed close to her; his face awful. "Princely, I should call him," said Cora, her enthusiasm undaunted. "Distinctly princely!" "Princely," moaned Hedrick. "Pe-rin-sley!" "Hedrick!" Mrs. Madison reproved him automatically. "In what way is he `foreign,' Cora?" |
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