Fennel and Rue by William Dean Howells
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holiday so much as the day after you had one, she had made a movement of
the highest social importance. These were the ideas which Verrian and the young man of the in-doors snow-storm urged upon her; his name was Bushwick, and he and Verrian found that they were very good-fellows after they had rather supposed the contrary. Mrs. Westangle received their ideas with the twittering reticence that deceived so many people when they supposed she knew what they were talking about. XII. At breakfast, where the guests were reasonably punctual, they were all able to observe, in the rapid succession in which they descended from their rooms, that it had stopped snowing and the sun was shining brilliantly. "There isn't enough for sleighing," Mrs. Westangle proclaimed from the head of the table in her high twitter, "and there isn't any coasting here in this flat country for miles." "Then what are we going to do with it?" one of the young ladies humorously pouted. "That's what I was going to suggest," Mrs. Westangle replied. She pronounced it 'sujjest', but no one felt that it mattered. "And, of course," she continued, "you needn't any of you do it if you don't like." |
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