W. Pett Ridge

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W. Pett Ridge,  Mord Em'ly — Chapter 14 (1898)

“ The regular tramp of mules attached to the tram-cars, the rattle of other traffic, the indignant whistling by tram-car drivers when the other traffic dared to intrude upon their lines—all these came into Mitchell's with the fresh air, and made the customers, as they talked to each other, raise their voices to a higher pitch. As Mord Em'ly stood at the open doorway, looking thoughtfully at the street, Miss Mitchell came to the pew where Henry Barden was seated, with a view to rallying him upon his absorbed appearance. ”
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W. Pett Ridge,  Mord Em'ly — Chapter 14 (1898)

“ If I didn't like you, should I come out like this, and walk up this hill with you?"
"So far, so good," said Henry Barden. "Do you like anybody better than me?"
"I can't say I do."
"Is anybody else fond of you?"
"Well," said Mord Em'ly frankly, "There's a young man pretends to be—name Wetherell. I think you saw him once."
"Once was plenty. Do you care for him?"
"Not partic'lar," said Mord Em'ly. "Same time, he's always very amiable and talkative."
"Ah!" sighed Henry Barden. "Wish t' 'Eaven I'd got the gift of the gab."
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W. Pett Ridge,  Mord Em'ly — Chapter 14 (1898)

“ Evening dress, semi-evening dress, or ordinary dress? White gloves, black gloves, or brown? Spray of flowers, a rose for the hair, or no flowers at all? To go by cab, to go by tram, or to go by train? Slippers, shoes, or boots? Miss Mitchell, tormented by the variety of courses open to her, said, with a good deal of bitterness, that it was enough to give a saint the headache, and that small wonder people told her she was beginning to look old.
Henry Barden came to the dining-rooms, with a more serious face than usual, on Thursday afternoon.
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