It would serve me right to have my head on a charger, you vindictive scrap.
"'The sweetest scrap av a girl212 I've iver seen,' says he to me.
There isn't a scrap, and father's fearfully angry.
High and low was Miss Fanshawe sought; through length and breadth was the house ransacked; vainly; not a trace, not an indication, not so much as a scrap of a billet rewarded the search; the nymph was vanished, engulfed in the past night, like a shooting star swallowed up by darkness.
This harsh little man—this pitiless censor—gathers up all your poor scattered sins of vanity, your luckless chiffon of rose-colour, your small fringe of a wreath, your small scrap of ribbon, your silly bit of lace, and calls you to account for the lot, and for each item.
" "Bev will run the scrap book department, besides the editorials," said the Story Girl, seeing that I was too modest to say it myself.
"I've looked into her bread box and her scrap pail.
" And the sailor pointed to a great white rag, caught in the top of the pine, a fallen scrap of which the dog had brought to them.
Scrap and Lotty, their faces upturned to the sky, said very little and in whispers.
He did for one brief instant, for even in moments of love there are brief instants of lucid thought, recognise the immense power of the woman present and being actually held compared to that of the woman, however beautiful, who is somewhere else, but that is as far as he got towards remembering Scrap; no farther.
Chapter 20 Scrap wanted to know so much about her mother that Arundel had presently to invent.
All Scrap said was, "How do you do," on Mr.
That day Scrap, egged on by Lotty's persuasions and also thinking that perhaps she had sat long enough, had arisen from her chair and cushions and gone off with Lotty and sandwiches up into the hills till evening.
Wilkins, whom Rose knew as alarming and Scrap had pictured as icily unkind, being so evidently a changed man, both Rose and Scrap began to think there might after all be something in what Lotty insisted on, and that San Salvatore did work purgingly on the character.
She talked and laughed gaily, not a shred of fear of him left in her, and even when she said, struck by his spotlessness, that he looked so clean that one could eat one's dinner off him, and Scrap laughed, Mellersh laughed too.
It showed, Scrap thought, a definite wish for reunion; and watching his wife's happy face, and aware of her desire that Mellersh should enjoy his holiday, she told herself that he would be a very unusual fool should he waste his time bothering about anybody else.
So that, Scrap could not but remark, if any one was shaken off it was she herself.
Chapter 12 At the evening meal, which was the first time the whole four sat round the dining-room table together, Scrap appeared.
Scrap, after glancing round to see that no one was looking, got up and carried her chair into this place, stealing away as carefully on tiptoe as those steal whose purpose is sin.
"When I do not come to meals it is because I do not wish to come to meals," said the irritated Scrap, "and you will not in future disturb me.
