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Tarkington, Booth, 1869-1946

"The Turmoil, a novel"

If they'd had the decency
to come down off the perch a little I probably wouldn't think it was
funny, but to see 'em sit up on their pedestal all the time they're
eating dirt--well, I think it's funny! That girl sits up as if she
was Queen Elizabeth, and expects people to wallow on the ground before
her until they get near enough for her to give 'em a good kick with
her old patched shoes--oh, she'd do THAT, all right!--and then she
powders up and goes out to mash--BIBBS SHERIDAN!"
"Look here," said Roscoe, heavily; "I don't care about that one way
or another. If you're through, I got something I want to talk to you
about. I was going to, that day just before we heard about Jim."
At this Sibyl stiffened quickly; her eyes became intensely bright.
"What is it?"
"Well," he began, frowning, "what I was going to say then--" He broke
off, and, becoming conscious that he was still holding the wet napkin
in his hand, threw it pettishly into a corner. "I never expected I'd
have to say anything like this to anybody I MARRIED; but I was going
to ask you what was the matter between you and Lamhorn."
Sibyl uttered a sharp monosyllable. "Well?"
"I felt the time had come for me to know about it," he went on.


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