The Albany Depot : a Farce by William Dean Howells
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there yet; and it turned out he was, and he asked me for a description
of the bag and its contents; and I described them all, down to the very last thing; and he said I had the greatest memory he ever saw. And now I think everything is going off perfectly, and I shall be able to show Amy that there's something inland as well as at the seaside. Why don't you speak to her, Edward? What is the matter? What are you looking at?" She detects him in the act of craning his neck to this side and that, and peering over people's heads and shoulders in the direction of the door. "Hasn't Norah--Bridget, I mean--come yet?" She frowns significantly, and cautions him concerning Mrs. Campbell by pressing her finger to her lip. Roberts: "Yes--yes, she's here; I suppose she's--she's here. How do you do, Amy? So glad--" He continues his furtive inspection of the door-way, and Willis turns away with a snicker. Mrs. Campbell: "Willis, what are you laughing at? Is there anything wrong with my bonnet? Agnes, _is_ there? He would let me go about looking like a perfect auk. Did I bang it getting out of the coupe. Do tell me, Willis!" Mrs. Roberts, to her husband: "You don't mean to say you haven't _seen_ her yet?" Roberts, desperately: "Seen her? How should I know whether I've seen her? I never saw her in my life." Mrs. Roberts: "Then what are you looking for, in that way?" Roberts: "I--I'm looking for her husband." |
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