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After the Storm

Creator: Arthur, T. S. (Timothy Shay), 1809-1885
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promised Mrs. Talbot to be there to-night," she added. "Mrs. Talbot will excuse you when she knows why you were absent." "I don't know about that," said Irene. "She must be a very unreasonable woman," remarked Emerson. "That doesn't follow. You could take me there, and Mrs. Talbot find me an escort home." "Who?" Emerson knit his brows and glanced sharply at his wife. The suggestion struck him unpleasantly. "Major Willard, for instance;" and she smiled in a half-amused, half-mischievous way. "You cannot be in earnest, surely?" said Emerson. "Why not?" queried his wife, looking at her husband with calm, searching eyes. "You would not, in the first place, be present there, unaccompanied by your husband; and, in the second place, I hardly think my wife would be seen in the street, at night, on the arm of Major Willard."
Homo Sum

HOMO SUM By Georg Ebers Volume 4. CHAPTER XIII. The light in the town, which had attracted Paulus, was in Petrus' house, and burnt in Polykarp's room, which formed the whole of a small upper- story, which the senator had constructed for his son over the northern portion of the spacious flat roof of the main building. The young man had arrived about noon with the slaves he had just procured, had learned all that had happened in his absence, and had silently withdrawn into his own room after supper was ended. Here he still lingered over his work. A bed, a table on and under which lay a multitude of wax-tablets, papyrus-rolls, metal-points, and writing-reeds, with a small bench, on which stood a water-jar and basin, composed the furniture of this room;
Mr. Emerson spoke like a man who was in earnest. "Do you know anything wrong of Major Willard?" asked Irene. "I know nothing about him, right or wrong," was replied. "But, if I have any skill in reading men, he is very far from being a fine specimen." "Why, Hartley! You have let some prejudice come in to warp your estimation." "No. I have mixed some with men, and, though my opportunity for observation has not been large, I have met two or three of your Major Willards. They are polished and attractive on the surface, but unprincipled and corrupt." "I cannot believe this of Major Willard," said Irene. "It might be safer for you to believe it," replied Hartley. "Safer! I don't understand you! You talk in riddles? How safer?" Irene showed some irritation. "Safer as to your good name," replied her husband.