An Open-Eyed Conspiracy; an Idyl of Saratoga by William Dean Howells
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maliciously.
"That is what YOU say," said my wife. "She is very shy, and of course she wouldn't show out her real nature to you. I found her VERY interesting." "Now, Isabel!" I protested. "She is fascinating," the perverse woman persisted. "She has a fascinating dulness." Kendricks laughed and I jeered at this complex characterisation. "You make me impatient to judge for myself," he said. "Will you go with me to call upon them this evening?" asked Mrs. March. "I shall be delighted. And you can count upon me to aid and abet you in your generous conspiracy, Mrs. March, to the best of my ability. There's nothing I should like better than to help you--" "Throw 'dust in her beautiful eyes,'" I quoted. "Not at all," said my wife. "But to spread a beatific haze over everything, so that as long as she stays in Saratoga she shall see life rose-colour. Of course you may say that it's a kind of deception--" "Not at all!" cried the young fellow in his turn. "We will make it |
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