Balcony Stories by Grace E. King
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should answer without hesitation, discretion. Of course, when I say
the world I mean society, and when I say Christianity I mean our interpretation of it. If only duns could be pastors, and pastors duns! But of course you do not know what duns are; they are the guardian angels of the creditor, the pursuing fiends of the debtor." After that, the old lady made her disappearance under the waves of that sea into the depths of which it is very improbable that a single friend ever attempted to pursue her. And there she remained until the news came that she was restored to fortune. A week passed, two weeks; no sight or sound of her. It was during this period that her old friends were so occupied resuscitating their old friendships for her--when all her antique sayings and doings became current ball-room and dinner-table gossip--that she arose from her obscurity like Cinderella from her ashes, to be decked with every gift that fairy minds could suggest. Those who had known her intimately made no effort to conceal their importance. Those who did not know her personally put forward claims of inherited friendship, and those who did not know her traditionally or otherwise--the _nouveaux riches_ and _parvenus_, who alone feel the moneyed value of such social connections--began making their resolutions to capture her as soon as she came in sight of society. The old residence was to be re-bought, and refurnished from France; the _avant scène_ at the opera had been engaged; the old cook was to be hired back from the club at a fabulous price; the old balls and the old dinners were to gladden the city--so said they who seemed to know. Nothing was to be spared, nothing stinted--at her age, with no child or relative, and life running short for pleasure. Diamonds, laces, |
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