Mrs. Wilson Woodrow

Mrs. Wilson Woodrow

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Portrait of Mrs. Wilson Woodrow Mrs. Wilson Woodrow The Mystery of the Pink Pieces… (1913)

She looked up pleasantly to greet him, while Rose lifted somber eyes—and this, too, in the face of his smile. It was perhaps the first time that that delightful smile of his had failed to meet with a response. Just sober, everyday Willy Gaines was a tall, thin fellow, with a long, rather serious, face. He was a little freckled, and his hair was nearer red than brown, and he loafed about with a sort of awkward ease not lacking in distinction; and just as you were thinking what a pity it was that a man so noticeable should yet be so—almost ugly, he would smile.
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Portrait of Mrs. Wilson Woodrow Mrs. Wilson Woodrow The Mystery of the Pink Pieces… (1913)

Three pairs of shocked and reproachful eyes were turned upon him; and, seeing more virtue in flight than in the impending argument, he was about to rise and stroll away, when Rose uttered a little exclamation, and sat upright, quite forgetting Prince Ahmed for the moment, her attention apparently concentrated on some one or something outside the window.
“Here, Ernestine,” she said; “take Ahmed upstairs, and let him have his nap.” She was ever quick of decision and action.
“Look!” She laid her hand on Gaines' arm. “Do you see those two women coming up the path? They are mother and daughter.
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Portrait of Mrs. Wilson Woodrow Mrs. Wilson Woodrow The Mystery of the Pink Pieces… (1913)

And when one is young, lovely, and a famous opera singer, events naturally happen, especially if one is the possessor that doubtful blessing—a temperament. And it might truly be said of Rose O'Hara that although the gods had been most kind to her in the bestowal of various gifts, they had been particularly lavish in the matter of temperament.
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