Woollard Allen
muscu****@trhod*****
2009年 8月 23日 (日) 19:22:54 JST
Anger, could not account for the lack of it. Miss Thorn was seated in the corner; in spite of the darkness I could see that she was laughing at us still. "I feel very badly that I should have taken you away from the dance," we heard her say. "We don't dance," I answered clumsily, "and we were glad to come." "Yes, we were glad to come," Farrar chimed in. Then we relapsed into a discomfited silence, and wished we were anywhere else. But Miss Thorn relieved the situation by laughing aloud, and with such a hearty enjoyment that instead of getting angry and more mortified we began to laugh ourselves, and instantly felt better. After that we got along famously. She had at once the air of good fellowship and the dignity of a woman, and she seemed to understand Farrar and me perfectly. Not once did she take us over our heads, though she might have done so with ease, and we knew this and were thankful. We began to tell her about Mohair and the cotillon, and of our point of observation from the Florentine galleried porch, and she insisted she would join us there. By the time we reached the house we were thanking our stars she had come. Mrs. Cooke came out under the port-cochere to welcome h -------------- next part -------------- $B%F%-%9%H7A<00J30$NE:IU%U%!%$%k$rJ]4I$7$^$7$?(B... $B%U%!%$%kL>(B: weighter.jpg $B7?(B: image/jpeg $B%5%$%:(B: 9388 $B%P%$%H(B $B @ bL@(B: $BL5$7(B Descargar