human
That is just what I complain of. They walked round or sat under trees like a couple of spooning lovers. I believe they did waltz once; and Violet did nothing but dance the night of her ball.
gpt
I wonder, Jasper Wilmarth says, slowly,
human
Giving up the fortune! Marcia turns straight around, with a resemblance to Medusa, since her short, uneven hair stands out every way with the vigorous use of her magnetic brush.
gpt
How could he have had the St. Vincent fortune?
human
Why of course you are aware that it was offered to Eugene!
gpt
No, I am not, she replies, shortly.
human
Was it to marry Violet?
gpt
Yes, she seemed to go begging for a husband. I had the chance first, but I really fancied she was not more than fourteen or so, and I must wait for her to grow up. But St. Vincent was in a hurry, for I suppose he knew his days were numbered, and when Eugene declined--well, no doubt he offered her and her fortune to your brother Floyd, who was more shrewd than either of us.