DOI article:
Sharp, Evelyn: A new poster
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.27805#0162
A New Poster
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Willis burst into the room in front of the stately footman, seized
both her hands in a friendly grasp and straightway burlesqued her
studied pose.
“ My dear silly little woman,” he said, and looked at her and
laughed mirthfully.
“ Willis, I’m not, I won’t be-”
“You’ll have to be,” he said, laughing more than ever, and
kissing the tips of her fingers on both hands.
“ Let me go,” cried Cynthia fiercely.
“ Do you mean that ?” he said, loosening his clasp and looking
directly at her.
Cvnthia turned away from him, and stamped her foot.
“ I don’t know,” she muttered sulkily.
“Of course you don’t,” said Willis jovially, “women never do.
We always have to make up their minds for them. You’re as bad
as any of them, Cynthia.”
“You talk as though I had nothing to do but to listen to you,”
cried Cynthia angrily.
“You don’t look to me as though you had done much else since
you got up this morning,” replied Willis bluntly.
“ Is that my fault ? ” she exclaimed with burning cheeks. “ Can
I help your coming and wasting all my time ? When I tell you
to go, you don’t.”
“Tell me to go r But you don’t,” said Willis.
'“ I—I do,” said Cynthia, looking down.
“ When ? Now ? ” he demanded.
“Yes, now,” she said, with her back to him and her hands
clenched.
“If I go,” she heard him say slowly and deliberately behind
her, “ it will be for always, Cynthia.”
“I don’t care,” was her reply.
“ For
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Willis burst into the room in front of the stately footman, seized
both her hands in a friendly grasp and straightway burlesqued her
studied pose.
“ My dear silly little woman,” he said, and looked at her and
laughed mirthfully.
“ Willis, I’m not, I won’t be-”
“You’ll have to be,” he said, laughing more than ever, and
kissing the tips of her fingers on both hands.
“ Let me go,” cried Cynthia fiercely.
“ Do you mean that ?” he said, loosening his clasp and looking
directly at her.
Cvnthia turned away from him, and stamped her foot.
“ I don’t know,” she muttered sulkily.
“Of course you don’t,” said Willis jovially, “women never do.
We always have to make up their minds for them. You’re as bad
as any of them, Cynthia.”
“You talk as though I had nothing to do but to listen to you,”
cried Cynthia angrily.
“You don’t look to me as though you had done much else since
you got up this morning,” replied Willis bluntly.
“ Is that my fault ? ” she exclaimed with burning cheeks. “ Can
I help your coming and wasting all my time ? When I tell you
to go, you don’t.”
“Tell me to go r But you don’t,” said Willis.
'“ I—I do,” said Cynthia, looking down.
“ When ? Now ? ” he demanded.
“Yes, now,” she said, with her back to him and her hands
clenched.
“If I go,” she heard him say slowly and deliberately behind
her, “ it will be for always, Cynthia.”
“I don’t care,” was her reply.
“ For