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He felt he really could not afford to know this gentleman in the future. Mr. Bostwick was naturally indignant at the direct snub; yet in his mind lingered a faint memory of some quite unusual occurrences at his dinner party the evening before, and he hardly knew whether he dared resent the senatorŌĆÖs treatment or not. HE FELT HE REALLY COULD NOT AFFORD TO KNOW THIS GENTLEMAN IN THE FUTURE MISTER BOSTWICK WAS NATURALLY INDIGNANT AT THE DIRECT SNUB YET IN HIS MIND LINGERED A FAINT MEMORY OF SOME QUITE UNUSUAL OCCURRENCES AT HIS DINNER PARTY THE EVENING BEFORE AND HE HARDLY KNEW WHETHER HE DARED RESENT THE SENATOR'S TREATMENT OR NOT
e might appeal. The maid had run away to cry hysterically in the kitchen; Mr. Bostwick was singing ŌĆ£O Promise Me;ŌĆØ the professor was trying to kick the globes off the chandelier; Mrs. Bostwick had switched her recitation to ŌĆ£The Boy Stood on the Burning Deck,ŌĆØ and Bessie had stolen into the parlor and was pounding out the overture from the ŌĆ£Flying Dutchman.ŌĆØ The senator was not at all sure he would not go crazy himself, presently; so he slipped away from the turmoil, and, catching up his had and coat in the hall, hurried from the house. That night he sat up late writing a political speech he was to deliver the next afternoon at Faneuil hall, but his experiences at the BostwicksŌĆÖ had so unnerved him that he could scarcely collect his thoughts, and often he would pause and shake his head pityingly as he remembered the strange things he had seen in that usually respectable home. The next day he met Mr. Bostwick in the street, but passed him by with a stony glare of oblivion. OM THERE WAS NO ONE TO WHOM HE MIGHT APPEAL THE MAID HAD RUN AWAY TO CRY HYSTERICALLY IN THE KITCHEN MISTER BOSTRICK WAS SINGING OH PROMISE ME THE PROFESSOR WAS TRYING TO KICK THE GLOBES OFF THE CHANDELIER MISSUS BOSTWICK HAD SWITCHED HER RECITATION TO THE BOY STOOD ON THE BURNING DECK AND BESSIE HAD STOLEN INTO THE PARLOR AND WAS POUNDING OUT THE OVERTURE FROM THE FLYING DUTCHMAN THE SENATOR WAS NOT AT ALL SURE HE WOULD NOT GO CRAZY HIMSELF PRESENTLY SO HE SLIPPED AWAY FROM THE TURMOIL AND CATCHING UP HIS HAT AND COAT IN THE HALL HURRIED FROM THE HOUSE THAT NIGHT HE SAT UP LATE WRITING A POLITICAL SPEECH HE WAS TO DELIVER THE NEXT AFTERNOON AT FUNWELL HALL BUT HIS EXPERIENCES AT THE BOSTRICKS HAD SO UNNERVED HIM THAT HE COULD SCARCELY COLLECT HIS THOUGHTS AND OFTEN HE WOULD PAUSE AND SHAKE HIS HEAD PITYINGLY AS HE REMEMBERED THE STRANGE THINGS HE HAD SEEN IN THAT USUALLY RESPECTABLE HOME THE NEXT DAY HE MET MISTER BOSTWICK IN THE STREET BUT PASSED HIM BY WITH A STONY GLARE OF OBLIVION
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