\"Good gracious—\" Mr. Welland gasped, as if a second reading had been necessary to bring the monstrous absurdity of the thing home to him.
\"Poor Amy Sillerton—you never can tell what her husband will do next,\" Mrs. Welland sighed. \"I suppose he's just discovered the Blenkers.\"
Professor Emerson Sillerton was a thorn in the side of Newport society; and a thorn that could not be plucked out, for it grew on a venerable and venerated family tree. He was,
\"Good gracious—\" Mr. Welland gasped, as if a second reading had been necessary to bring the monstrous absurdity of the thing home to him.
\"Poor Amy Sillerton—you never can tell what her husband will do next,\" Mrs. Welland sighed. \"I suppose he's just discovered the Blenkers.\"
Professor Emerson Sillerton was a thorn in the side of Newport society; and a thorn that could not be plucked out, for it grew on a venerable and venerated family tree. He was,
