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<bos><|context|>“I despatched you my wire, on coming away, just to keep up your spirits.” “You _don’t_ keep them up, you depress them to anguish,” she almost passionately protested, “when you don’t tell me you’ll treat!” He paused in his preoccupation, his perambulation, conscious evidently of no reluctance that was worth a scene with so charming and so hungry a woman. “Well, if it’s a question of your otherwise suffering torments, may I have another interview with the old lady?” “Dear Mr. Bender, she’s in the flower of her youth; she only yearns for interviews, and you may have,” Lady Sandgate earnestly declared, “as many as you like.”<|quote|>“Oh, you must be there to protect me!”</|quote|>“Then as soon as I return----!” “Well,” --it clearly cost him little to say-- “I’ll come right round.” She joyously registered the vow. “Only meanwhile then, please, never a word!” “Never a word, certainly. But where all this time,” Mr. Bender asked, “is Lord John?” Lady Sandgate, as he spoke, found her eyes meeting those of a young woman who, presenting herself from without, stood framed in the doorway to the terrace; a slight fair grave young woman, of middle, stature and simply dressed, whose brow showed clear even under the heavy shade of a large hat surmounted with big black bows and feathers. Her eyes had vaguely questioned those of her elder, who at once replied to the gentleman forming the subject of their inquiry:<|speaker|>
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<|begin_of_text|><|context|>“I despatched you my wire, on coming away, just to keep up your spirits.” “You _don’t_ keep them up, you depress them to anguish,” she almost passionately protested, “when you don’t tell me you’ll treat!” He paused in his preoccupation, his perambulation, conscious evidently of no reluctance that was worth a scene with so charming and so hungry a woman. “Well, if it’s a question of your otherwise suffering torments, may I have another interview with the old lady?” “Dear Mr. Bender, she’s in the flower of her youth; she only yearns for interviews, and you may have,” Lady Sandgate earnestly declared, “as many as you like.”<|quote|>“Oh, you must be there to protect me!”</|quote|>“Then as soon as I return----!” “Well,” --it clearly cost him little to say-- “I’ll come right round.” She joyously registered the vow. “Only meanwhile then, please, never a word!” “Never a word, certainly. But where all this time,” Mr. Bender asked, “is Lord John?” Lady Sandgate, as he spoke, found her eyes meeting those of a young woman who, presenting herself from without, stood framed in the doorway to the terrace; a slight fair grave young woman, of middle, stature and simply dressed, whose brow showed clear even under the heavy shade of a large hat surmounted with big black bows and feathers. Her eyes had vaguely questioned those of her elder, who at once replied to the gentleman forming the subject of their inquiry:<|speaker|>
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<|context|>“I despatched you my wire, on coming away, just to keep up your spirits.” “You _don’t_ keep them up, you depress them to anguish,” she almost passionately protested, “when you don’t tell me you’ll treat!” He paused in his preoccupation, his perambulation, conscious evidently of no reluctance that was worth a scene with so charming and so hungry a woman. “Well, if it’s a question of your otherwise suffering torments, may I have another interview with the old lady?” “Dear Mr. Bender, she’s in the flower of her youth; she only yearns for interviews, and you may have,” Lady Sandgate earnestly declared, “as many as you like.”<|quote|>“Oh, you must be there to protect me!”</|quote|>“Then as soon as I return----!” “Well,” --it clearly cost him little to say-- “I’ll come right round.” She joyously registered the vow. “Only meanwhile then, please, never a word!” “Never a word, certainly. But where all this time,” Mr. Bender asked, “is Lord John?” Lady Sandgate, as he spoke, found her eyes meeting those of a young woman who, presenting herself from without, stood framed in the doorway to the terrace; a slight fair grave young woman, of middle, stature and simply dressed, whose brow showed clear even under the heavy shade of a large hat surmounted with big black bows and feathers. Her eyes had vaguely questioned those of her elder, who at once replied to the gentleman forming the subject of their inquiry:<|speaker|>Bender
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<|context|>“I despatched you my wire, on coming away, just to keep up your spirits.” “You _don’t_ keep them up, you depress them to anguish,” she almost passionately protested, “when you don’t tell me you’ll treat!” He paused in his preoccupation, his perambulation, conscious evidently of no reluctance that was worth a scene with so charming and so hungry a woman. “Well, if it’s a question of your otherwise suffering torments, may I have another interview with the old lady?” “Dear Mr. Bender, she’s in the flower of her youth; she only yearns for interviews, and you may have,” Lady Sandgate earnestly declared, “as many as you like.”<|quote|>“Oh, you must be there to protect me!”</|quote|>“Then as soon as I return----!” “Well,” --it clearly cost him little to say-- “I’ll come right round.” She joyously registered the vow. “Only meanwhile then, please, never a word!” “Never a word, certainly. But where all this time,” Mr. Bender asked, “is Lord John?” Lady Sandgate, as he spoke, found her eyes meeting those of a young woman who, presenting herself from without, stood framed in the doorway to the terrace; a slight fair grave young woman, of middle, stature and simply dressed, whose brow showed clear even under the heavy shade of a large hat surmounted with big black bows and feathers. Her eyes had vaguely questioned those of her elder, who at once replied to the gentleman forming the subject of their inquiry:<|speaker|>
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“I despatched you my wire, on coming away, just to keep up your spirits.” “You _don’t_ keep them up, you depress them to anguish,” she almost passionately protested, “when you don’t tell me you’ll treat!” He paused in his preoccupation, his perambulation, conscious evidently of no reluctance that was worth a scene with so charming and so hungry a woman. “Well, if it’s a question of your otherwise suffering torments, may I have another interview with the old lady?” “Dear Mr. Bender, she’s in the flower of her youth; she only yearns for interviews, and you may have,” Lady Sandgate earnestly declared, “as many as you like.”<|quote|>“Oh, you must be there to protect me!”</|quote|>“Then as soon as I return----!” “Well,” --it clearly cost him little to say-- “I’ll come right round.” She joyously registered the vow. “Only meanwhile then, please, never a word!” “Never a word, certainly. But where all this time,” Mr. Bender asked, “is Lord John?” Lady Sandgate, as he spoke, found her eyes meeting those of a young woman who, presenting herself from without, stood framed in the doorway to the terrace; a slight fair grave young woman, of middle, stature and simply dressed, whose brow showed clear even under the heavy shade of a large hat surmounted with big black bows and feathers. Her eyes had vaguely questioned those of her elder, who at once replied to the gentleman forming the subject of their inquiry:
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<bos><|context|>Lady Sandgate left the unsaid, in this connection, languish no longer than was decent. “But whom you doubtless had to leave, by her preference, just settling down to bridge.” “Oh, to sit down would imply that my mother at some moment of the day gets up----!” “Which the Duchess never does?” --Lady Sand-gate only asked to be allowed to show how she saw it. “She fights to the last, invincible; gathering in the spoils and only routing her friends?” She abounded genially in her privileged vision. “Ah yes--we know something of that!” Lord John, who was a young man of a rambling but not of an idle eye, fixed her an instant with a surprise that was yet not steeped in compassion. “You too then?”<|quote|>She wouldn’t, however, too meanly narrow it down.</|quote|>“Well, in this house generally; where I’m so often made welcome, you see, and where----” “Where,” he broke in at once, “your jolly good footing quite sticks out of _you_, perhaps you’ll let me say!” She clearly didn’t mind his seeing her ask herself how she should deal with so much rather juvenile intelligence; and indeed she could only decide to deal quite simply. “You can’t say more than I feel--and am proud to feel!--at being of comfort when they’re worried.”<|speaker|>
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<|begin_of_text|><|context|>Lady Sandgate left the unsaid, in this connection, languish no longer than was decent. “But whom you doubtless had to leave, by her preference, just settling down to bridge.” “Oh, to sit down would imply that my mother at some moment of the day gets up----!” “Which the Duchess never does?” --Lady Sand-gate only asked to be allowed to show how she saw it. “She fights to the last, invincible; gathering in the spoils and only routing her friends?” She abounded genially in her privileged vision. “Ah yes--we know something of that!” Lord John, who was a young man of a rambling but not of an idle eye, fixed her an instant with a surprise that was yet not steeped in compassion. “You too then?”<|quote|>She wouldn’t, however, too meanly narrow it down.</|quote|>“Well, in this house generally; where I’m so often made welcome, you see, and where----” “Where,” he broke in at once, “your jolly good footing quite sticks out of _you_, perhaps you’ll let me say!” She clearly didn’t mind his seeing her ask herself how she should deal with so much rather juvenile intelligence; and indeed she could only decide to deal quite simply. “You can’t say more than I feel--and am proud to feel!--at being of comfort when they’re worried.”<|speaker|><|No speaker|><|end_of_text|>
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<|begin_of_text|><|context|>Lady Sandgate left the unsaid, in this connection, languish no longer than was decent. “But whom you doubtless had to leave, by her preference, just settling down to bridge.” “Oh, to sit down would imply that my mother at some moment of the day gets up----!” “Which the Duchess never does?” --Lady Sand-gate only asked to be allowed to show how she saw it. “She fights to the last, invincible; gathering in the spoils and only routing her friends?” She abounded genially in her privileged vision. “Ah yes--we know something of that!” Lord John, who was a young man of a rambling but not of an idle eye, fixed her an instant with a surprise that was yet not steeped in compassion. “You too then?”<|quote|>She wouldn’t, however, too meanly narrow it down.</|quote|>“Well, in this house generally; where I’m so often made welcome, you see, and where----” “Where,” he broke in at once, “your jolly good footing quite sticks out of _you_, perhaps you’ll let me say!” She clearly didn’t mind his seeing her ask herself how she should deal with so much rather juvenile intelligence; and indeed she could only decide to deal quite simply. “You can’t say more than I feel--and am proud to feel!--at being of comfort when they’re worried.”<|speaker|>
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<|context|>Lady Sandgate left the unsaid, in this connection, languish no longer than was decent. “But whom you doubtless had to leave, by her preference, just settling down to bridge.” “Oh, to sit down would imply that my mother at some moment of the day gets up----!” “Which the Duchess never does?” --Lady Sand-gate only asked to be allowed to show how she saw it. “She fights to the last, invincible; gathering in the spoils and only routing her friends?” She abounded genially in her privileged vision. “Ah yes--we know something of that!” Lord John, who was a young man of a rambling but not of an idle eye, fixed her an instant with a surprise that was yet not steeped in compassion. “You too then?”<|quote|>She wouldn’t, however, too meanly narrow it down.</|quote|>“Well, in this house generally; where I’m so often made welcome, you see, and where----” “Where,” he broke in at once, “your jolly good footing quite sticks out of _you_, perhaps you’ll let me say!” She clearly didn’t mind his seeing her ask herself how she should deal with so much rather juvenile intelligence; and indeed she could only decide to deal quite simply. “You can’t say more than I feel--and am proud to feel!--at being of comfort when they’re worried.”<|speaker|><|No speaker|>
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<|context|>Lady Sandgate left the unsaid, in this connection, languish no longer than was decent. “But whom you doubtless had to leave, by her preference, just settling down to bridge.” “Oh, to sit down would imply that my mother at some moment of the day gets up----!” “Which the Duchess never does?” --Lady Sand-gate only asked to be allowed to show how she saw it. “She fights to the last, invincible; gathering in the spoils and only routing her friends?” She abounded genially in her privileged vision. “Ah yes--we know something of that!” Lord John, who was a young man of a rambling but not of an idle eye, fixed her an instant with a surprise that was yet not steeped in compassion. “You too then?”<|quote|>She wouldn’t, however, too meanly narrow it down.</|quote|>“Well, in this house generally; where I’m so often made welcome, you see, and where----” “Where,” he broke in at once, “your jolly good footing quite sticks out of _you_, perhaps you’ll let me say!” She clearly didn’t mind his seeing her ask herself how she should deal with so much rather juvenile intelligence; and indeed she could only decide to deal quite simply. “You can’t say more than I feel--and am proud to feel!--at being of comfort when they’re worried.”<|speaker|>
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Lady Sandgate left the unsaid, in this connection, languish no longer than was decent. “But whom you doubtless had to leave, by her preference, just settling down to bridge.” “Oh, to sit down would imply that my mother at some moment of the day gets up----!” “Which the Duchess never does?” --Lady Sand-gate only asked to be allowed to show how she saw it. “She fights to the last, invincible; gathering in the spoils and only routing her friends?” She abounded genially in her privileged vision. “Ah yes--we know something of that!” Lord John, who was a young man of a rambling but not of an idle eye, fixed her an instant with a surprise that was yet not steeped in compassion. “You too then?”<|quote|>She wouldn’t, however, too meanly narrow it down.</|quote|>“Well, in this house generally; where I’m so often made welcome, you see, and where----” “Where,” he broke in at once, “your jolly good footing quite sticks out of _you_, perhaps you’ll let me say!” She clearly didn’t mind his seeing her ask herself how she should deal with so much rather juvenile intelligence; and indeed she could only decide to deal quite simply. “You can’t say more than I feel--and am proud to feel!--at being of comfort when they’re worried.”
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"content": "his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang.<|quote|>“Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.”</|quote|>“Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.”",
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<bos><|context|>his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang.<|quote|>“Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.”</|quote|>“Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.”<|speaker|>
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<|begin_of_text|><|context|>his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang.<|quote|>“Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.”</|quote|>“Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.”<|speaker|>Bender<|end_of_text|>
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<|begin_of_text|><|context|>his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang.<|quote|>“Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.”</|quote|>“Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.”<|speaker|>
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<|context|>his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang.<|quote|>“Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.”</|quote|>“Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.”<|speaker|>Bender
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<|context|>his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang.<|quote|>“Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.”</|quote|>“Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.”<|speaker|>
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his lordship replied, “the importance of a gross freedom publicly used with my absolutely personal proceedings and affairs; to the cause and origin of any definite report of which--in such circles!--I’m afraid I rather wonder if you yourself can’t give me a clue.” It took Mr. Bender a minute to do justice to these stately remarks. “You rather wonder if I’ve talked of how I feel about your detaining in your hands my Beautiful Duchess----?” “Oh, if you’ve already published her as ‘yours’--with your _power_ of publication!” Lord Theign coldly laughed,-- “of course I trace the connection!” Mr. Benders acceptance of responsibility clearly cost him no shade of a pang.<|quote|>“Why, I haven’t for quite a while talked of a blessed other thing--and I’m capable of growing more profane over my _not_ getting her than I guess any one would dare to be if I did.”</|quote|>“Well, you’ll certainly not ‘get’ her, Mr. Bender,” Lady Sandgate, as for reasons of her own, bravely trumpeted; “and even if there were a chance of it don’t you see that your way wouldn’t be publicly to abuse our noble friend?” Mr. Bender but beamed, in reply, upon that personage. “Oh, I guess our noble friend knows I _have_ to talk big about big things. You understand, sir, the scream of the eagle!” “I’ll forgive you,” Lord Theign civilly returned, “all the big talk you like if you’ll now understand _me_. My retort to that hireling pack shall be at once to dispose of a picture.”
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Lady Grace, as if consciously not caring or attempting to answer this, simply gave the first flare of his criticism time to drop. It wasn’t till a minute passed that she said: “You don’t agree to my compromise?” Ah, the question but fatally sharpened at a stroke the stiffness of his spirit. “Good God, I’m to ‘compromise’ on top of everything?--I’m to let you browbeat me, haggle and bargain with me, over a thing that I’m entitled to settle with you as things have ever _been_ settled among us, by uttering to you my last parental word?”<|quote|>“You don’t care enough then for what you name?”</|quote|>--she took it up as scarce heeding now what he said. “For putting an end to your odious commerce--? I give you the measure, on the contrary,” said Lord Theign, “of how much I care: as you give me, very strangely indeed, it strikes me, that of what it costs you--!” But his other words were lost in the hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered meaning came so straight--that she substituted words of her own.
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rather than to any effect of a composed physiognomy; though we must at the same time add that its wearer carried this featureless disk as with the warranted confidence that might have attended a warning headlight or a glaring motor-lamp. The object, however one named it, showed you at least where he was, and most often that he was straight upon you. It was fearlessly and resistingly across the path of his advance that Lady Sandgate had thrown herself, and indeed with such success that he soon connected her demonstration with a particular motive. “For your grandmother, Lady Sandgate?” he then returned. “For my grandmother’s _mother_, Mr. Bender--the most beautiful woman of her time and the greatest of all Lawrences, no matter whose; as you quite acknowledged, you know, in our talk in Bruton Street.” Mr. Bender bethought himself further--yet drawing it out; as if the familiar fact of his being “made up to”<|quote|>had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure.</|quote|>“Do you want very, _very_ much----?” She had already caught him up. “‘Very, very much’ for her? Well, Mr. Bender,” she smilingly replied, “I think I should like her full value.” “I mean” --he kindly discriminated-- “do you want so badly to work her off?” “It would be an intense convenience to me--so much so that your telegram made me at once fondly hope you’d be arriving to conclude.” Such measure of response as he had good-naturedly given her was the mere frayed edge of a mastering detachment, the copious, impatient range elsewhere of his true attention. Somehow, however, he still seemed kind even while, turning his back upon her, he moved off to look at one of the several, the famous Dedborough pictures--stray specimens, by every presumption, lost a little in the whole bright bigness.
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“when the picture’s his you can’t help its doing what it can and what it will for him anywhere!” “Then it isn’t his yet,” the elder man retorted-- “and I promise you never will be if he has _sent_ you to me with his big drum!” Lady Sandgate turned sadly on this to her associate in patience, as if the case were now really beyond them. “Yes, how indeed can it ever _become_ his if Theign simply won’t let him pay for it?” Her question was unanswerable. “It’s the first time in all my life I’ve known a man feel insulted, in such a piece of business, by happening _not_ to be, in the usual way, more or less swindled!” “Theign is unable to take it in,”<|quote|>her ladyship explained,</|quote|>“that--as I’ve heard it said of all these money-monsters of the new type--Bender simply can’t _afford_ not to be cited and celebrated as the biggest buyer who ever lived.” “Ah, cited and celebrated at my _expense_--say it at once and have it over, that I may enjoy what you all want to do to me!” “The dear man’s inimitable--at his ‘expense’!” It was more than Lord John could bear as he fairly flung himself off in his derisive impotence and addressed his wail to Lady Sandgate. “Yes, at my expense is exactly what I mean,” Lord Theign asseverated-- “at the expense of my modest claim to regulate my behaviour by my own standards. There you perfectly _are_ about the man, and it’s precisely what I say--that he’s to hustle and harry me _because_ he’s a money-monster: which I never for a moment dreamed of, please understand, when I let you, John, thrust him at me as a pecuniary resource at Dedborough. I didn’t put my property on view that _he_ might blow about it------!”
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