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Rinehart, Mary Roberts

"Bab"

Alas, with
what results!
"What else can I do, Jane?" I said.
"You can refuse, if you do not love him. Oh Bab, I did not
say it before, thinking you loved him. But no man who wears
clothes like those could ever win my heart. At least, not
permanently."
Well, she did most of the talking. She had finished the
bath towle, which was a large size, after all, and monogramed,
and she made me promise never to let my husband use it. When she
went away she left it with me, and I carried it out and put it
on the rafters, with the other things--I seemed to be getting
more to hide every day.
Things went all wrong the next day. Sis was in a bad
temper, and as much as said I was flirting with Carter Brooks,
although she never intends to marry him herself, owing to his
not having money and never having asked her.
I spent the morning in fixing up a Studio in the
boat-house, and felt better by noon. I took two boards on
trestles and made a desk, and brought a Dictionery and some pens
and ink out. I use a Dictionery because now and then I am
uncertain how to spell a word.
Events now moved swiftly and terrably.


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