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Tarkington, Booth, 1869-1946

"The Turmoil, a novel"

"I asked you what the sermon was
about?"
He roused himself. "I think it was about--" He frowned, seeming to
concentrate his will to recollect. "I think it was about something
in the Bible."
White-jacket George was glad of an opportunity to leave the room and
lean upon Mist' Jackson's shoulder in the pantry. "He don't know
they WAS any suhmon!" he concluded, having narrated the dining-room
dialogue. "All he know is he was with 'at lady lives nex' do'!"
George was right.
"Did you go to church all by yourself, Bibbs?" Sibyl asked.
"No," he answered. "No, I didn't go alone."
"Oh?" Sibyl gave the ejaculation an upward twist, as of mocking
inquiry, and followed it by another, expressive of hilarious
comprehension. "OH!"
Bibbs looked at her studiously, but she spoke no further. And that
completed the conversation at the lugubrious feast.
Coffee came finally, was disposed of quickly, and the party dispersed
to other parts of the house. Bibbs followed his father and Roscoe
into the library, but was not well received.
"YOU go and listen to the phonograph with the women-folks," Sheridan
commanded.
Bibbs retreated. "Sometimes you do seem to be a hard sort of man!"
he said.


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