DOI Artikel:
Sharp, Evelyn: A new poster
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A New Poster
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you mention happened to descend from a world of his own in
order to look in about the payment for that particular poster.
Do you mean to tell me he doesn’t know who you are ? Bless
my soul, Cynthia, it’s time you had some one to look after
you.”
The delusion in which she had been living was shattered at one
blow. Cynthia cowered for a moment beneath it, and then
collected herself again with an instinct of self-preservation. She
rose and walked over to the fireplace and began picking up the
flowers. Her face was quite white, but she kept it turned away
from him, and when she spoke it was in a tone of exaggerated
composure.
“ If you have said all you want to say, Willis, we will drop the
subject. You have given me a good deal of gratuitous informa-
tion about my private affairs, and I don’t find it very amusing. I
am rather busy this morning, too.”
But Willis had no intention of taking the hint to leave. He
came away from the window and spoke to her instead.
“You poor little woman, to think that I should have to be the
one to tell you what any man would have twigged in a brace of
shakes,” he said in a sympathetic tone as he rubbed his hat with
his coat sleeve, “ I always did have to look after you, didn’t I,
Cynthia ? ”
Cynthia nearly choked in an attempt to tell him to leave her, but
he stood up in the middle of the room and went on speaking,
quite unconscious of the storm that was raging in her mind.
“ But there, of course it was only a fancy freak on your part.
Lord, what inexplicable creatures women are, to be sure. How-
ever a fine woman like you, Cynthia, with your taste and your
head could have—but there, of course you didn’t care about him
really, how could you ? Poor child, poor child. I won’t bother
you
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you mention happened to descend from a world of his own in
order to look in about the payment for that particular poster.
Do you mean to tell me he doesn’t know who you are ? Bless
my soul, Cynthia, it’s time you had some one to look after
you.”
The delusion in which she had been living was shattered at one
blow. Cynthia cowered for a moment beneath it, and then
collected herself again with an instinct of self-preservation. She
rose and walked over to the fireplace and began picking up the
flowers. Her face was quite white, but she kept it turned away
from him, and when she spoke it was in a tone of exaggerated
composure.
“ If you have said all you want to say, Willis, we will drop the
subject. You have given me a good deal of gratuitous informa-
tion about my private affairs, and I don’t find it very amusing. I
am rather busy this morning, too.”
But Willis had no intention of taking the hint to leave. He
came away from the window and spoke to her instead.
“You poor little woman, to think that I should have to be the
one to tell you what any man would have twigged in a brace of
shakes,” he said in a sympathetic tone as he rubbed his hat with
his coat sleeve, “ I always did have to look after you, didn’t I,
Cynthia ? ”
Cynthia nearly choked in an attempt to tell him to leave her, but
he stood up in the middle of the room and went on speaking,
quite unconscious of the storm that was raging in her mind.
“ But there, of course it was only a fancy freak on your part.
Lord, what inexplicable creatures women are, to be sure. How-
ever a fine woman like you, Cynthia, with your taste and your
head could have—but there, of course you didn’t care about him
really, how could you ? Poor child, poor child. I won’t bother
you