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Portrait of Thomas Nelson Page Thomas Nelson Page Polly: A Christmas Recollection

She surpassed in loveliness the rose-buds that lay on her bosom, and the impertinence that could dare aspire to her broke over the old man in a fresh wave. He had nursed his wrath all the evening.
"Polly!" he blurted out, suddenly rising with a jerk from his arm-chair, and unconsciously striking an attitude [24] before the astonished girl, "do you want to marry Bob?"
"Why, no," cried Polly, utterly shaken out of her composure by the suddenness and vehemence of the attack.
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Portrait of Thomas Nelson Page Thomas Nelson Page Polly: A Christmas Recollection

The Colonel swore this a dozen times a day—every time Torm got drunk, and as that had occurred very frequently for many years before Polly was born, he was not outside of the limit. Polly, however, was the only one this threat ever troubled. The Colonel knew he could no more have gotten on without Torm than his old open-faced watch, which looked for all the world like a model of himself, could have run without the mainspring. From tying his shoes and getting his shaving-water to making his juleps and lighting his candles, which was all he had to do, Drinkwater Torm was necessary to him.
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Portrait of Thomas Nelson Page Thomas Nelson Page Polly: A Christmas Recollection

That is a safe topic at all times. It was astonishing how much comfort Bob got out of it this afternoon. He talked about it until dinner began to come in across the yard, the blue china dishes gleaming in the hands of Phœbe and her numerous corps of ebon and mahogany assistants, and Torm brought out the juleps, with the mint looking as if it were growing in the great silver cans, with frosted work all over the sides.
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