The Conquest of Canaan by Booth Tarkington
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to spread itself under the rouge which unevenly
covered the woman's cheeks, as she bowed elaborately in return. Then, furtively, during a protracted silence, she took stock of the new-comer, from the tip of her white suede shoes to the filmy lace and pink roses upon her wide white hat; and the sidelong gaze lingered marvellingly upon the quiet, delicate hands, slender and finely expressive, in their white gloves. Her own hands, unlike the lady's, began to fidget confusedly, and, the silence continuing, she coughed several times, to effect the preface required by her sense of fitness, before she felt it proper to observe, with a polite titter: "Mr. Louden seems to be a good while comin'." "Have you been waiting very long?" asked the lady. "Ever since six o'clock!" "Yes," said the other. "That is very long." "Yes, ma'am, it cert'nly is." The ice thus broken, she felt free to use her eyes more directly, and, after a long, frank stare, exclaimed: "Why, you must be Miss Ariel Tabor, ain't you?" |
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