Identifier: saturdayeveningp1933unse (find matches)
Title: The Saturday evening post
Year: 1839 (1830s)
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Publisher: Philadelphia : G. Graham
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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sually soalert and keen, were dull:. The sudden reappearance ofPansy and her no less sudden disappearance had upsethim-badly. During the last ten months he had broughthimself painfully to believe that he could do without her.Once more he found that he could not. Life without herstretched before him intolerable. But he had to do with-out her. He knew that no reasoning and no entreatieswould break her resolve not to be a drag on him. Onlyone thing could break it, and that was money; only if hecame to her with, say, ten thousand pounds in the bank,would she allow both of them the happiness they craved.It did not make it any easier for him to know that she wasunhappy too. Priscilla had finished toying with her cake. Room hadbeen found for it. She watched him with the lazy content-ment of an extremely pretty kitten which has just eatennine sparrows. VII all ANDERSON displayedL the gratification of a man, of imagination whose idea hasbeen appreciated by a man ofintelligence. Then he went to
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He Had Brought Himself Painfully to Believe That He Could Do Without Her, Ho Found That He Could Not When he sighed deeply for the eighth time she said ina tone of sisterly sympathy: She is an aggravating littledevil. Priscilla! he cried in.a tone of horror. Well, Ive heard you call her that—at Little Torking-ton, you know. And she is, said Priscilla, wholly un-moved. You must not use such language, he said sternly.Not when Im your age? said Priscilla. Certainly not!. Its one thing for a man to use a strongexpression, occasionally, but quite another thing for awoman, said Antony in a tone of virtuous admonition.I dont see why, said Priscilla lazily.Neither did Antony. But it was hardly a thing he couldadmit. Instead of admitting it he said: If you let your-self get into habits of that kind youll become He stopped. For the moment he could not think whatshe would become. . What? said Priscilla in a tone of little interest.■ Oh—er—er—horsy, or—er—doggy, said Antony. I haven

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