Lucy had baked the apple and pumpkin pies, carefully molding the flour crusts and adding extra teaspoonfuls of allspice and cinnamon while no one looked. Nothing to do; nothing for the hands, the mind, the heart. She began to miss him when he was gone during the day and cherish the quiet times he spent only with her. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. Brown strode to center stage and Lucy quieted the instruments with a gesture. He addressed her by that title, and something in the tone disturbed her. Even then she had understood vaguely that she had touched upon some philosophy of life: that one was never lonely when alone, only in the midst of crowds. Her father’s ideas of expostulation were a little harsh and forcible, and over the claret-colored table-cloth and under the gas chandelier, with his hat and umbrella between them like the mace in Parliament, he and his daughter contrived to have a violent quarrel. He had barely settled at his desk in his library, when he was disturbed by two morning callers. I mean Miss Charvill no harm. He pumped as she raised her legs obediently. Collins, you can go now. Ruth and Spurlock separated, the one embarrassed, the other utterly dumfounded. ” “That’s rather a fine sort of holiday!” He made no answer for three or four seconds.
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