"Seeing him done up that way in towels," she mused with a flicker of mirth.
"And the way he looked at me when I was telling about things afterwards--
oh it wouldn't do, you know, Oliver, it wouldn't do! Your friend
is--essentially--a--highly--Puritan--young man," she added slowly. Oliver
started--that was one of the things so few people knew about Ted.
"Oh yes--wholly. Even in the way he'd go to the devil. He'd do it with
such a religious conviction--take it so _hard_. It would eat him up.
Completely. And it isn't--amusing--to go to the devil with anybody
whose diabolism would be so efficiently pious--a reversed kind of
Presbyterianism. We wouldn't do that, you know--you or myself," and for an
instant as she spoke Oliver felt what he characterized as a most damnable
feeling of kinship with her.
It was true. Oliver had been struck with that during his army
experiences--things somehow had never seemed to stick to him the way they
had seemed to with Ted.
"Which is one reason that I feel so sure Mr. Billett will get on very well
with Sargent's daughter--if his Puritan principles don't make him feel
too much as if he were linking her for life to a lost soul," went on Mrs.
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