Mrs. Wilson Woodrow

Mrs. Wilson Woodrow

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Portrait of Mrs. Wilson Woodrow Mrs. Wilson Woodrow The Red Book Magazine, Volume 36… (1920)

Achison,” the fat man announced, as he caught the confirmatory nods about the circle. “We're all game, I guess; and if you know where that adventure is, just lead us to it.”
“Ah!” replied Achison with a wise smile. “Who can produce an adventure at will? They are not factory-turned or trade-marked. If you try to manufacture them, you will never succeed, and if you go in search of them you will never find them. The faculty for adventure is a gift, like a talent for music or art or letters. Adventure is a sort of a sixth sense in certain natures.”
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Portrait of Mrs. Wilson Woodrow Mrs. Wilson Woodrow The Red Book Magazine, Volume 36… (1920)

Achison turned to him with delightful bonhomie, a twinkle in his eye.
“I don't believe either of us has ever had to hunt very hard for that sort of game,” he countered. “They come to us, 'like Dian's kiss, unasked, unsought.' And—er—it is a pity that the good, red-blooded word adventurer is invested with a stigma which makes one hesitate to apply it to a gentleman; so let me say, instead, a traveler. A traveler like yourself must have encountered scores of adventures.”
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Portrait of Mrs. Wilson Woodrow Mrs. Wilson Woodrow The Red Book Magazine, Volume 36… (1920)

The secretary, Marie Trevelle, had quietly resumed her seat; but although she had again taken up her work, she was watching him covertly but anxiously. Her expression was that of a mother bird who sees a cat prowling too near her nest.
Madame Adelbron alone was indifferent. “Tiens, that is soon mended,” she said comfortably. “The chain is good, but the miniature is of no value; I picked it up in a pawnshop for a few francs. It is a pretty face, but I am tired of it.” She gave a pettish gesture.
Achison seemed hardly to hear her.
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