The Fashionable Adventures of Joshua Craig; a Novel by David Graham Phillips
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in the frankness that fools--"Also, if I wished to get you, Grant,
or any man, I'd not be silly enough to fancy my character or lack of it would affect him. That isn't what wins men--is it?" "You and Josh Craig have a most uncomfortable way of answering people's thoughts," said Arkwright. "Now, how did you guess I was thinking mean things about you?" "For the same reason that Mr. Craig is able to guess what's going on in your head." "And that reason is--" She laughed mockingly. "Because I know you, Grant Arkwright--you, the meanest-generous man, and the most generous-mean man the Lord ever permitted. The way to make you generous is to give you a mean impulse; the way to make you mean is to set you to fearing you're in danger of being generous." "There's a bouquet with an asp coiled in it," said Arkwright, pleased; for with truly human vanity he had accepted the compliment and had thrown away the criticism. "I'll go bring Josh Craig." "No, not to-night," said Miss Severence, with a sudden compression of the lips and a stern, almost stormy contraction of the brows. "Please don't do that, Rita," cried Arkwright. "It reminds me of your grandmother." The girl's face cleared instantly, and all overt signs of strength |
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