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“Well, they’re too many. I think I’ve had two or three on the road--at any rate my man did. I like to do business before--” | Bender | “They’re too much for you?”<|quote|>“Well, they’re too many. I think I’ve had two or three on the road--at any rate my man did. I like to do business before--”</|quote|>But his sequence dropped as | swept Lady Lappington’s inferior scene. “They’re too much for you?”<|quote|>“Well, they’re too many. I think I’ve had two or three on the road--at any rate my man did. I like to do business before--”</|quote|>But his sequence dropped as his eye caught some object | “You see your English teas--!” he pleaded as he looked about him, so immediately and frankly interested in the place and its contents that his friend could only have taken this for the very glance with which he must have swept Lady Lappington’s inferior scene. “They’re too much for you?”<|quote|>“Well, they’re too many... | she had at once gone on: “You’ll of course have tea?--in the saloon.” But his mechanism seemed of the type that has to expand and revolve before sounding. “Why; the very first thing?” She only desired, as her laugh showed, to accommodate. “Ah, have it the last if you like!” “You see your English teas--!” he pleaded as ... | aware of the approach of another visitor. Banks considered, up and down, the gentleman ushered in, at the left, by the footman who had received him at the main entrance to the house. “Here he must be, my lady.” With which he retired to the spacious opposite quarter, where he vanished, while the footman, his own office ... | again to her fellow-visitor a reading of it. “It’s the friend then clearly who’s wanted in the park.” She might, by the way Banks looked at her, have snatched from his hand a missive addressed to another; though while he addressed himself to her companion he allowed for her indecorum sufficiently to take it up where sh... | where I am concerned, a figure of speech.” “Oh,” Lord John returned, “he kills two birds with one stone--he sees both Sir Joshua and you.” This version of the case had its effect, for the moment, on his fair associate. “Does he want to buy _their_ pride and glory?” The young man, however, struck on his own side, became... | my general strong feeling that we don’t want any more of our national treasures (for I regard my great-grandmother as national) to be scattered about the world.” “There’s much in this country and age,” he replied in an off-hand manner, “to be said about _that_,” The present, however, was not the time to say it all; so ... | The Outcry |
But his sequence dropped as his eye caught some object across the wealth of space. She divertedly picked it up. | No speaker | like to do business before--”<|quote|>But his sequence dropped as his eye caught some object across the wealth of space. She divertedly picked it up.</|quote|>“Before tea, Mr. Bender?” “Before | rate my man did. I like to do business before--”<|quote|>But his sequence dropped as his eye caught some object across the wealth of space. She divertedly picked it up.</|quote|>“Before tea, Mr. Bender?” “Before everything, Lady Sandgate.” He was | friend could only have taken this for the very glance with which he must have swept Lady Lappington’s inferior scene. “They’re too much for you?” “Well, they’re too many. I think I’ve had two or three on the road--at any rate my man did. I like to do business before--”<|quote|>But his sequence dropped as his eye caught... | revolve before sounding. “Why; the very first thing?” She only desired, as her laugh showed, to accommodate. “Ah, have it the last if you like!” “You see your English teas--!” he pleaded as he looked about him, so immediately and frankly interested in the place and its contents that his friend could only have taken thi... | him at the main entrance to the house. “Here he must be, my lady.” With which he retired to the spacious opposite quarter, where he vanished, while the footman, his own office performed, retreated as he had come, and Lady Sandgate, all hospitality, received the many-sided author of her specious telegram, of Lord John’s... | at her, have snatched from his hand a missive addressed to another; though while he addressed himself to her companion he allowed for her indecorum sufficiently to take it up where she had left it. “By her ladyship, my lord, who sends to hope you’ll join them below the terrace.” “Ah, Grace hopes,” said Lady Sandgate fo... | This version of the case had its effect, for the moment, on his fair associate. “Does he want to buy _their_ pride and glory?” The young man, however, struck on his own side, became at first but the bright reflector of her thought. “Is that wonder for sale?” She closed her eyes as with the shudder of hearing such words... | Banks considered, up and down, the gentleman ushered in, at the left, by the footman who had received him at the main entrance to the house. “Here he must be, my lady.” With which he retired to the spacious opposite quarter, where he vanished, while the footman, his own office performed, retreated as he had come, and L... | The Outcry |
“Before tea, Mr. Bender?” | Lady Sandgate | She divertedly picked it up.<|quote|>“Before tea, Mr. Bender?”</|quote|>“Before everything, Lady Sandgate.” He | across the wealth of space. She divertedly picked it up.<|quote|>“Before tea, Mr. Bender?”</|quote|>“Before everything, Lady Sandgate.” He was immensely genial, but a | “They’re too much for you?” “Well, they’re too many. I think I’ve had two or three on the road--at any rate my man did. I like to do business before--” But his sequence dropped as his eye caught some object across the wealth of space. She divertedly picked it up.<|quote|>“Before tea, Mr. Bender?”</|quote|>“Before ever... | the last if you like!” “You see your English teas--!” he pleaded as he looked about him, so immediately and frankly interested in the place and its contents that his friend could only have taken this for the very glance with which he must have swept Lady Lappington’s inferior scene. “They’re too much for you?” “Well, t... | spacious opposite quarter, where he vanished, while the footman, his own office performed, retreated as he had come, and Lady Sandgate, all hospitality, received the many-sided author of her specious telegram, of Lord John’s irritating confidence and of Lady Lappington’s massive cheque. II Having greeted him with an ex... | he allowed for her indecorum sufficiently to take it up where she had left it. “By her ladyship, my lord, who sends to hope you’ll join them below the terrace.” “Ah, Grace hopes,” said Lady Sandgate for the young man’s encouragement. “There you are!” Lord John took up the motor-cap he had lain down on coming in. “I rus... | _their_ pride and glory?” The young man, however, struck on his own side, became at first but the bright reflector of her thought. “Is that wonder for sale?” She closed her eyes as with the shudder of hearing such words. “Not, surely, by _any_ monstrous chance! Fancy dear, proud Theign------!” “I can’t fancy him--no!” ... | glad--!” And she became, with this, aware of the approach of another visitor. Banks considered, up and down, the gentleman ushered in, at the left, by the footman who had received him at the main entrance to the house. “Here he must be, my lady.” With which he retired to the spacious opposite quarter, where he vanished... | The Outcry |
“Before everything, Lady Sandgate.” | Bender | up. “Before tea, Mr. Bender?”<|quote|>“Before everything, Lady Sandgate.”</|quote|>He was immensely genial, but | space. She divertedly picked it up. “Before tea, Mr. Bender?”<|quote|>“Before everything, Lady Sandgate.”</|quote|>He was immensely genial, but a queer, quaint, rough-edged distinctness | you?” “Well, they’re too many. I think I’ve had two or three on the road--at any rate my man did. I like to do business before--” But his sequence dropped as his eye caught some object across the wealth of space. She divertedly picked it up. “Before tea, Mr. Bender?”<|quote|>“Before everything, Lady Sandgate.”</|quote... | like!” “You see your English teas--!” he pleaded as he looked about him, so immediately and frankly interested in the place and its contents that his friend could only have taken this for the very glance with which he must have swept Lady Lappington’s inferior scene. “They’re too much for you?” “Well, they’re too many.... | he vanished, while the footman, his own office performed, retreated as he had come, and Lady Sandgate, all hospitality, received the many-sided author of her specious telegram, of Lord John’s irritating confidence and of Lady Lappington’s massive cheque. II Having greeted him with an explicitly gracious welcome and bot... | indecorum sufficiently to take it up where she had left it. “By her ladyship, my lord, who sends to hope you’ll join them below the terrace.” “Ah, Grace hopes,” said Lady Sandgate for the young man’s encouragement. “There you are!” Lord John took up the motor-cap he had lain down on coming in. “I rush to Lady Grace, bu... | The young man, however, struck on his own side, became at first but the bright reflector of her thought. “Is that wonder for sale?” She closed her eyes as with the shudder of hearing such words. “Not, surely, by _any_ monstrous chance! Fancy dear, proud Theign------!” “I can’t fancy him--no!” And Lord John appeared to ... | of it. “It’s the friend then clearly who’s wanted in the park.” She might, by the way Banks looked at her, have snatched from his hand a missive addressed to another; though while he addressed himself to her companion he allowed for her indecorum sufficiently to take it up where she had left it. “By her ladyship, my lo... | The Outcry |
He was immensely genial, but a queer, quaint, rough-edged distinctness somehow kept it safe--for himself. | No speaker | Bender?” “Before everything, Lady Sandgate.”<|quote|>He was immensely genial, but a queer, quaint, rough-edged distinctness somehow kept it safe--for himself.</|quote|>“Then you’ve _come_ to do | it up. “Before tea, Mr. Bender?” “Before everything, Lady Sandgate.”<|quote|>He was immensely genial, but a queer, quaint, rough-edged distinctness somehow kept it safe--for himself.</|quote|>“Then you’ve _come_ to do business?” Her appeal and her | many. I think I’ve had two or three on the road--at any rate my man did. I like to do business before--” But his sequence dropped as his eye caught some object across the wealth of space. She divertedly picked it up. “Before tea, Mr. Bender?” “Before everything, Lady Sandgate.”<|quote|>He was immensely genial, but a q... | English teas--!” he pleaded as he looked about him, so immediately and frankly interested in the place and its contents that his friend could only have taken this for the very glance with which he must have swept Lady Lappington’s inferior scene. “They’re too much for you?” “Well, they’re too many. I think I’ve had two... | footman, his own office performed, retreated as he had come, and Lady Sandgate, all hospitality, received the many-sided author of her specious telegram, of Lord John’s irritating confidence and of Lady Lappington’s massive cheque. II Having greeted him with an explicitly gracious welcome and both hands out, she had at... | it up where she had left it. “By her ladyship, my lord, who sends to hope you’ll join them below the terrace.” “Ah, Grace hopes,” said Lady Sandgate for the young man’s encouragement. “There you are!” Lord John took up the motor-cap he had lain down on coming in. “I rush to Lady Grace, but don’t demoralise Bender!” And... | struck on his own side, became at first but the bright reflector of her thought. “Is that wonder for sale?” She closed her eyes as with the shudder of hearing such words. “Not, surely, by _any_ monstrous chance! Fancy dear, proud Theign------!” “I can’t fancy him--no!” And Lord John appeared to renounce the effort. “Bu... | you’ll join them below the terrace.” “Ah, Grace hopes,” said Lady Sandgate for the young man’s encouragement. “There you are!” Lord John took up the motor-cap he had lain down on coming in. “I rush to Lady Grace, but don’t demoralise Bender!” And he went forth to the terrace and the gardens. Banks looked about as for ... | The Outcry |
“Then you’ve _come_ to do business?” | Lady Sandgate | somehow kept it safe--for himself.<|quote|>“Then you’ve _come_ to do business?”</|quote|>Her appeal and her emphasis | a queer, quaint, rough-edged distinctness somehow kept it safe--for himself.<|quote|>“Then you’ve _come_ to do business?”</|quote|>Her appeal and her emphasis melted as into a caress--which, | did. I like to do business before--” But his sequence dropped as his eye caught some object across the wealth of space. She divertedly picked it up. “Before tea, Mr. Bender?” “Before everything, Lady Sandgate.” He was immensely genial, but a queer, quaint, rough-edged distinctness somehow kept it safe--for himself.<|q... | the place and its contents that his friend could only have taken this for the very glance with which he must have swept Lady Lappington’s inferior scene. “They’re too much for you?” “Well, they’re too many. I think I’ve had two or three on the road--at any rate my man did. I like to do business before--” But his sequen... | received the many-sided author of her specious telegram, of Lord John’s irritating confidence and of Lady Lappington’s massive cheque. II Having greeted him with an explicitly gracious welcome and both hands out, she had at once gone on: “You’ll of course have tea?--in the saloon.” But his mechanism seemed of the type ... | hope you’ll join them below the terrace.” “Ah, Grace hopes,” said Lady Sandgate for the young man’s encouragement. “There you are!” Lord John took up the motor-cap he had lain down on coming in. “I rush to Lady Grace, but don’t demoralise Bender!” And he went forth to the terrace and the gardens. Banks looked about as... | “Is that wonder for sale?” She closed her eyes as with the shudder of hearing such words. “Not, surely, by _any_ monstrous chance! Fancy dear, proud Theign------!” “I can’t fancy him--no!” And Lord John appeared to renounce the effort. “But a cat may look at a king and a sharp funny Yankee at anything.” These things mi... | opened to the terrace, and though the high, bleak, impersonal approach of this functionary was ever, and more and more at every step, a process to defy interpretation, long practice evidently now enabled her to suggest, as she turned again to her fellow-visitor a reading of it. “It’s the friend then clearly who’s wante... | The Outcry |
Her appeal and her emphasis melted as into a caress--which, however, spent itself on his large high person as he consented, with less of demonstration but more of attention, to look down upon her. She could therefore but reinforce it by an intenser note. | No speaker | you’ve _come_ to do business?”<|quote|>Her appeal and her emphasis melted as into a caress--which, however, spent itself on his large high person as he consented, with less of demonstration but more of attention, to look down upon her. She could therefore but reinforce it by an intenser note.</|quote|>“To tell me you _... | kept it safe--for himself. “Then you’ve _come_ to do business?”<|quote|>Her appeal and her emphasis melted as into a caress--which, however, spent itself on his large high person as he consented, with less of demonstration but more of attention, to look down upon her. She could therefore but reinforce it by an intenser... | before--” But his sequence dropped as his eye caught some object across the wealth of space. She divertedly picked it up. “Before tea, Mr. Bender?” “Before everything, Lady Sandgate.” He was immensely genial, but a queer, quaint, rough-edged distinctness somehow kept it safe--for himself. “Then you’ve _come_ to do bus... | his friend could only have taken this for the very glance with which he must have swept Lady Lappington’s inferior scene. “They’re too much for you?” “Well, they’re too many. I think I’ve had two or three on the road--at any rate my man did. I like to do business before--” But his sequence dropped as his eye caught som... | specious telegram, of Lord John’s irritating confidence and of Lady Lappington’s massive cheque. II Having greeted him with an explicitly gracious welcome and both hands out, she had at once gone on: “You’ll of course have tea?--in the saloon.” But his mechanism seemed of the type that has to expand and revolve before ... | terrace.” “Ah, Grace hopes,” said Lady Sandgate for the young man’s encouragement. “There you are!” Lord John took up the motor-cap he had lain down on coming in. “I rush to Lady Grace, but don’t demoralise Bender!” And he went forth to the terrace and the gardens. Banks looked about as for some further exercise of hi... | closed her eyes as with the shudder of hearing such words. “Not, surely, by _any_ monstrous chance! Fancy dear, proud Theign------!” “I can’t fancy him--no!” And Lord John appeared to renounce the effort. “But a cat may look at a king and a sharp funny Yankee at anything.” These things might be, Lady Sandgate’s face an... | hand a missive addressed to another; though while he addressed himself to her companion he allowed for her indecorum sufficiently to take it up where she had left it. “By her ladyship, my lord, who sends to hope you’ll join them below the terrace.” “Ah, Grace hopes,” said Lady Sandgate for the young man’s encouragement... | The Outcry |
“To tell me you _will_ treat?” | Lady Sandgate | it by an intenser note.<|quote|>“To tell me you _will_ treat?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender had six feet | She could therefore but reinforce it by an intenser note.<|quote|>“To tell me you _will_ treat?”</|quote|>Mr. Bender had six feet of stature and an air | “Then you’ve _come_ to do business?” Her appeal and her emphasis melted as into a caress--which, however, spent itself on his large high person as he consented, with less of demonstration but more of attention, to look down upon her. She could therefore but reinforce it by an intenser note.<|quote|>“To tell me you _wil... | did. I like to do business before--” But his sequence dropped as his eye caught some object across the wealth of space. She divertedly picked it up. “Before tea, Mr. Bender?” “Before everything, Lady Sandgate.” He was immensely genial, but a queer, quaint, rough-edged distinctness somehow kept it safe--for himself. “T... | the type that has to expand and revolve before sounding. “Why; the very first thing?” She only desired, as her laugh showed, to accommodate. “Ah, have it the last if you like!” “You see your English teas--!” he pleaded as he looked about him, so immediately and frankly interested in the place and its contents that his ... | and the gardens. Banks looked about as for some further exercise of his high function. “Will you have tea, my lady?” This appeared to strike her as premature. “Oh, thanks--when they all come in.” “They’ll scarcely _all_, my lady” --he indicated respectfully that he knew what he was talking about. “There’s tea in her la... | funny Yankee at anything.” These things might be, Lady Sandgate’s face and gesture apparently signified; but another question diverted her. “You’re clearly a wonderful showman, but do you mind my asking you whether you’re on such an occasion a--well, a closely interested one?” “‘Interested’?” he echoed; though it wasn’... | again to her fellow-visitor a reading of it. “It’s the friend then clearly who’s wanted in the park.” She might, by the way Banks looked at her, have snatched from his hand a missive addressed to another; though while he addressed himself to her companion he allowed for her indecorum sufficiently to take it up where sh... | The Outcry |
Mr. Bender had six feet of stature and an air as of having received benefits at the hands of fortune. Substantial, powerful, easy, he shone as with a glorious cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed sanity and security; aids to action that might have figured a pair of very ample wings--wide pinions for the pre... | No speaker | tell me you _will_ treat?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender had six feet of stature and an air as of having received benefits at the hands of fortune. Substantial, powerful, easy, he shone as with a glorious cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed sanity and security; aids to action that might have figured a pair of very am... | by an intenser note. “To tell me you _will_ treat?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender had six feet of stature and an air as of having received benefits at the hands of fortune. Substantial, powerful, easy, he shone as with a glorious cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed sanity and security; aids to action that might have ... | Her appeal and her emphasis melted as into a caress--which, however, spent itself on his large high person as he consented, with less of demonstration but more of attention, to look down upon her. She could therefore but reinforce it by an intenser note. “To tell me you _will_ treat?”<|quote|>Mr. Bender had six feet of... | before--” But his sequence dropped as his eye caught some object across the wealth of space. She divertedly picked it up. “Before tea, Mr. Bender?” “Before everything, Lady Sandgate.” He was immensely genial, but a queer, quaint, rough-edged distinctness somehow kept it safe--for himself. “Then you’ve _come_ to do bus... | and revolve before sounding. “Why; the very first thing?” She only desired, as her laugh showed, to accommodate. “Ah, have it the last if you like!” “You see your English teas--!” he pleaded as he looked about him, so immediately and frankly interested in the place and its contents that his friend could only have taken... | as for some further exercise of his high function. “Will you have tea, my lady?” This appeared to strike her as premature. “Oh, thanks--when they all come in.” “They’ll scarcely _all_, my lady” --he indicated respectfully that he knew what he was talking about. “There’s tea in her ladyship’s tent; but,” he qualified, “... | might be, Lady Sandgate’s face and gesture apparently signified; but another question diverted her. “You’re clearly a wonderful showman, but do you mind my asking you whether you’re on such an occasion a--well, a closely interested one?” “‘Interested’?” he echoed; though it wasn’t to gain time, he showed, for he would ... | as he had come, and Lady Sandgate, all hospitality, received the many-sided author of her specious telegram, of Lord John’s irritating confidence and of Lady Lappington’s massive cheque. II Having greeted him with an explicitly gracious welcome and both hands out, she had at once gone on: “You’ll of course have tea?--i... | The Outcry |
“mug” | No speaker | scoured and polished and initialled<|quote|>“mug”</|quote|>rather than to any effect | be called, of the mere scoured and polished and initialled<|quote|>“mug”</|quote|>rather than to any effect of a composed physiognomy; though | razor and the sponge, the tooth-brush and the looking-glass could officiously do; it had in short resisted any possibly finer attrition at the hands of fifty years of offered experience. It had developed on the lines, if lines they could be called, of the mere scoured and polished and initialled<|quote|>“mug”</|quote|>... | his cradle-side--whatever the ministering power might have been--had simply overlooked and neglected his vast wholly-shaven face, which thus showed not so much for perfunctorily scamped as for not treated, as for neither formed nor fondled nor finished, at all. Nothing seemed to have been done for it but what the razor... | benefits at the hands of fortune. Substantial, powerful, easy, he shone as with a glorious cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed sanity and security; aids to action that might have figured a pair of very ample wings--wide pinions for the present conveniently folded, but that he would certainly on occasion ag... | laugh showed, to accommodate. “Ah, have it the last if you like!” “You see your English teas--!” he pleaded as he looked about him, so immediately and frankly interested in the place and its contents that his friend could only have taken this for the very glance with which he must have swept Lady Lappington’s inferior ... | my friends, I need scarcely remark to you, I’m all the friend.” She had meanwhile seen the butler reappear by the door that opened to the terrace, and though the high, bleak, impersonal approach of this functionary was ever, and more and more at every step, a process to defy interpretation, long practice evidently now ... | showed, to accommodate. “Ah, have it the last if you like!” “You see your English teas--!” he pleaded as he looked about him, so immediately and frankly interested in the place and its contents that his friend could only have taken this for the very glance with which he must have swept Lady Lappington’s inferior scene.... | The Outcry |
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... | No speaker | and polished and initialled “mug”<|quote|>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... | called, of the mere scoured and polished and initialled “mug”<|quote|>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, ... | and the sponge, the tooth-brush and the looking-glass could officiously do; it had in short resisted any possibly finer attrition at the hands of fifty years of offered experience. It had developed on the lines, if lines they could be called, of the mere scoured and polished and initialled “mug”<|quote|>rather than to ... | cradle-side--whatever the ministering power might have been--had simply overlooked and neglected his vast wholly-shaven face, which thus showed not so much for perfunctorily scamped as for not treated, as for neither formed nor fondled nor finished, at all. Nothing seemed to have been done for it but what the razor and... | at the hands of fortune. Substantial, powerful, easy, he shone as with a glorious cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed sanity and security; aids to action that might have figured a pair of very ample wings--wide pinions for the present conveniently folded, but that he would certainly on occasion agitate for... | showed, to accommodate. “Ah, have it the last if you like!” “You see your English teas--!” he pleaded as he looked about him, so immediately and frankly interested in the place and its contents that his friend could only have taken this for the very glance with which he must have swept Lady Lappington’s inferior scene.... | friends, I need scarcely remark to you, I’m all the friend.” She had meanwhile seen the butler reappear by the door that opened to the terrace, and though the high, bleak, impersonal approach of this functionary was ever, and more and more at every step, a process to defy interpretation, long practice evidently now ena... | received benefits at the hands of fortune. Substantial, powerful, easy, he shone as with a glorious cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed sanity and security; aids to action that might have figured a pair of very ample wings--wide pinions for the present conveniently folded, but that he would certainly on oc... | The Outcry |
“For your grandmother, Lady Sandgate?” | Bender | demonstration with a particular motive.<|quote|>“For your grandmother, Lady Sandgate?”</|quote|>he then returned. “For my | that he soon connected her demonstration with a particular motive.<|quote|>“For your grandmother, Lady Sandgate?”</|quote|>he then returned. “For my grandmother’s _mother_, Mr. Bender--the most | 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.<|quote|>“For your grandmother,... | scoured and polished and initialled “mug” 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... | or interfering old fairy at his cradle-side--whatever the ministering power might have been--had simply overlooked and neglected his vast wholly-shaven face, which thus showed not so much for perfunctorily scamped as for not treated, as for neither formed nor fondled nor finished, at all. Nothing seemed to have been do... | some object across the wealth of space. She divertedly picked it up. “Before tea, Mr. Bender?” “Before everything, Lady Sandgate.” He was immensely genial, but a queer, quaint, rough-edged distinctness somehow kept it safe--for himself. “Then you’ve _come_ to do business?” Her appeal and her emphasis melted as into a c... | missive addressed to another; though while he addressed himself to her companion he allowed for her indecorum sufficiently to take it up where she had left it. “By her ladyship, my lord, who sends to hope you’ll join them below the terrace.” “Ah, Grace hopes,” said Lady Sandgate for the young man’s encouragement. “Ther... | out, she had at once gone on: “You’ll of course have tea?--in the saloon.” But his mechanism seemed of the type that has to expand and revolve before sounding. “Why; the very first thing?” She only desired, as her laugh showed, to accommodate. “Ah, have it the last if you like!” “You see your English teas--!” he pleade... | The Outcry |
he then returned. | No speaker | “For your grandmother, Lady Sandgate?”<|quote|>he then returned.</|quote|>“For my grandmother’s _mother_, Mr. | demonstration with a particular motive. “For your grandmother, Lady Sandgate?”<|quote|>he then returned.</|quote|>“For my grandmother’s _mother_, Mr. Bender--the most beautiful woman of | 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?”<|quote|>he then... | “mug” 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... | his cradle-side--whatever the ministering power might have been--had simply overlooked and neglected his vast wholly-shaven face, which thus showed not so much for perfunctorily scamped as for not treated, as for neither formed nor fondled nor finished, at all. Nothing seemed to have been done for it but what the razor... | of space. She divertedly picked it up. “Before tea, Mr. Bender?” “Before everything, Lady Sandgate.” He was immensely genial, but a queer, quaint, rough-edged distinctness somehow kept it safe--for himself. “Then you’ve _come_ to do business?” Her appeal and her emphasis melted as into a caress--which, however, spent i... | while he addressed himself to her companion he allowed for her indecorum sufficiently to take it up where she had left it. “By her ladyship, my lord, who sends to hope you’ll join them below the terrace.” “Ah, Grace hopes,” said Lady Sandgate for the young man’s encouragement. “There you are!” Lord John took up the mot... | _will_ treat?” Mr. Bender had six feet of stature and an air as of having received benefits at the hands of fortune. Substantial, powerful, easy, he shone as with a glorious cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed sanity and security; aids to action that might have figured a pair of very ample wings--wide pini... | The Outcry |
“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.” | Lady Sandgate | Lady Sandgate?” he then returned.<|quote|>“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.”</|quote|>Mr. Bender bethought himself further--yet | particular motive. “For your grandmother, Lady Sandgate?” he then returned.<|quote|>“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.”</|quote|>Mr. Bender bethought himse... | 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.<|quote|>“For... | 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... | ministering power might have been--had simply overlooked and neglected his vast wholly-shaven face, which thus showed not so much for perfunctorily scamped as for not treated, as for neither formed nor fondled nor finished, at all. Nothing seemed to have been done for it but what the razor and the sponge, the tooth-bru... | divertedly picked it up. “Before tea, Mr. Bender?” “Before everything, Lady Sandgate.” He was immensely genial, but a queer, quaint, rough-edged distinctness somehow kept it safe--for himself. “Then you’ve _come_ to do business?” Her appeal and her emphasis melted as into a caress--which, however, spent itself on his l... | himself to her companion he allowed for her indecorum sufficiently to take it up where she had left it. “By her ladyship, my lord, who sends to hope you’ll join them below the terrace.” “Ah, Grace hopes,” said Lady Sandgate for the young man’s encouragement. “There you are!” Lord John took up the motor-cap he had lain ... | with an explicitly gracious welcome and both hands out, she had at once gone on: “You’ll of course have tea?--in the saloon.” But his mechanism seemed of the type that has to expand and revolve before sounding. “Why; the very first thing?” She only desired, as her laugh showed, to accommodate. “Ah, have it the last if ... | The Outcry |
Mr. Bender bethought himself further--yet drawing it out; as if the familiar fact of his being | No speaker | our talk in Bruton Street.”<|quote|>Mr. Bender bethought himself further--yet drawing it out; as if the familiar fact of his being</|quote|>“made up to” had never | quite acknowledged, you know, in our talk in Bruton Street.”<|quote|>Mr. Bender bethought himself further--yet drawing it out; as if the familiar fact of his being</|quote|>“made up to” had never had such special softness and | 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.”<... | 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 demonstrati... | finished, at all. Nothing seemed to have been done for it but what the razor and the sponge, the tooth-brush and the looking-glass could officiously do; it had in short resisted any possibly finer attrition at the hands of fifty years of offered experience. It had developed on the lines, if lines they could be called, ... | Her appeal and her emphasis melted as into a caress--which, however, spent itself on his large high person as he consented, with less of demonstration but more of attention, to look down upon her. She could therefore but reinforce it by an intenser note. “To tell me you _will_ treat?” Mr. Bender had six feet of stature... | terrace.” “Ah, Grace hopes,” said Lady Sandgate for the young man’s encouragement. “There you are!” Lord John took up the motor-cap he had lain down on coming in. “I rush to Lady Grace, but don’t demoralise Bender!” And he went forth to the terrace and the gardens. Banks looked about as for some further exercise of hi... | for neither formed nor fondled nor finished, at all. Nothing seemed to have been done for it but what the razor and the sponge, the tooth-brush and the looking-glass could officiously do; it had in short resisted any possibly finer attrition at the hands of fifty years of offered experience. It had developed on the lin... | The Outcry |
“made up to” | No speaker | familiar fact of his being<|quote|>“made up to”</|quote|>had never had such special | it out; as if the familiar fact of his being<|quote|>“made up to”</|quote|>had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. | 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<|quote|>“made ... | 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 g... | the sponge, the tooth-brush and the looking-glass could officiously do; it had in short resisted any possibly finer attrition at the hands of fifty years of offered experience. It had developed on the lines, if lines they could be called, of the mere scoured and polished and initialled “mug” rather than to any effect o... | high person as he consented, with less of demonstration but more of attention, to look down upon her. She could therefore but reinforce it by an intenser note. “To tell me you _will_ treat?” Mr. Bender had six feet of stature and an air as of having received benefits at the hands of fortune. Substantial, powerful, easy... | John took up the motor-cap he had lain down on coming in. “I rush to Lady Grace, but don’t demoralise Bender!” And he went forth to the terrace and the gardens. Banks looked about as for some further exercise of his high function. “Will you have tea, my lady?” This appeared to strike her as premature. “Oh, thanks--whe... | cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed sanity and security; aids to action that might have figured a pair of very ample wings--wide pinions for the present conveniently folded, but that he would certainly on occasion agitate for great efforts and spread for great flights. These things would have made him quit... | The Outcry |
had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. | No speaker | his being “made up to”<|quote|>had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure.</|quote|>“Do you want very, _very_ | 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 | 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 h... | 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... | tooth-brush and the looking-glass could officiously do; it had in short resisted any possibly finer attrition at the hands of fifty years of offered experience. It had developed on the lines, if lines they could be called, of the mere scoured and polished and initialled “mug” rather than to any effect of a composed phy... | he consented, with less of demonstration but more of attention, to look down upon her. She could therefore but reinforce it by an intenser note. “To tell me you _will_ treat?” Mr. Bender had six feet of stature and an air as of having received benefits at the hands of fortune. Substantial, powerful, easy, he shone as w... | the motor-cap he had lain down on coming in. “I rush to Lady Grace, but don’t demoralise Bender!” And he went forth to the terrace and the gardens. Banks looked about as for some further exercise of his high function. “Will you have tea, my lady?” This appeared to strike her as premature. “Oh, thanks--when they all co... | he would certainly on occasion agitate for great efforts and spread for great flights. These things would have made him quite an admirable, even a worshipful, image of full-blown life and character, had not the affirmation and the emphasis halted in one important particular. Fortune, felicity, nature, the perverse or i... | The Outcry |
“Do you want very, _very_ much----?” | Bender | softness and warmth of pressure.<|quote|>“Do you want very, _very_ much----?”</|quote|>She had already caught him | had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure.<|quote|>“Do you want very, _very_ much----?”</|quote|>She had already caught him up. “‘Very, very much’ for | 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” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure.<|quote|>“Do you want very, _very... | 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 o... | short resisted any possibly finer attrition at the hands of fifty years of offered experience. It had developed on the lines, if lines they could be called, of the mere scoured and polished and initialled “mug” rather than to any effect of a composed physiognomy; though we must at the same time add that its wearer carr... | to look down upon her. She could therefore but reinforce it by an intenser note. “To tell me you _will_ treat?” Mr. Bender had six feet of stature and an air as of having received benefits at the hands of fortune. Substantial, powerful, easy, he shone as with a glorious cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed ... | rush to Lady Grace, but don’t demoralise Bender!” And he went forth to the terrace and the gardens. Banks looked about as for some further exercise of his high function. “Will you have tea, my lady?” This appeared to strike her as premature. “Oh, thanks--when they all come in.” “They’ll scarcely _all_, my lady” --he i... | wholly-shaven face, which thus showed not so much for perfunctorily scamped as for not treated, as for neither formed nor fondled nor finished, at all. Nothing seemed to have been done for it but what the razor and the sponge, the tooth-brush and the looking-glass could officiously do; it had in short resisted any poss... | The Outcry |
She had already caught him up. | No speaker | you want very, _very_ much----?”<|quote|>She had already caught him up.</|quote|>“‘Very, very much’ for her? | and warmth of pressure. “Do you want very, _very_ much----?”<|quote|>She had already caught him up.</|quote|>“‘Very, very much’ for her? Well, Mr. Bender,” she smilingly | 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” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “Do you want very, _very_ much----?”<|quote|>She had already caught... | 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 Lawrence... | at the hands of fifty years of offered experience. It had developed on the lines, if lines they could be called, of the mere scoured and polished and initialled “mug” 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 warran... | could therefore but reinforce it by an intenser note. “To tell me you _will_ treat?” Mr. Bender had six feet of stature and an air as of having received benefits at the hands of fortune. Substantial, powerful, easy, he shone as with a glorious cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed sanity and security; aids t... | demoralise Bender!” And he went forth to the terrace and the gardens. Banks looked about as for some further exercise of his high function. “Will you have tea, my lady?” This appeared to strike her as premature. “Oh, thanks--when they all come in.” “They’ll scarcely _all_, my lady” --he indicated respectfully that he ... | the last if you like!” “You see your English teas--!” he pleaded as he looked about him, so immediately and frankly interested in the place and its contents that his friend could only have taken this for the very glance with which he must have swept Lady Lappington’s inferior scene. “They’re too much for you?” “Well, t... | The Outcry |
“‘Very, very much’ for her? Well, Mr. Bender,” | Lady Sandgate | had already caught him up.<|quote|>“‘Very, very much’ for her? Well, Mr. Bender,”</|quote|>she smilingly replied, “I think | want very, _very_ much----?” She had already caught him up.<|quote|>“‘Very, very much’ for her? Well, Mr. Bender,”</|quote|>she smilingly replied, “I think I should like her full | 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” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “Do you want very, _very_ much----?” She had already caught him up.<|quote|>“‘Very, very much’ fo... | 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 a... | of offered experience. It had developed on the lines, if lines they could be called, of the mere scoured and polished and initialled “mug” 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 ha... | an intenser note. “To tell me you _will_ treat?” Mr. Bender had six feet of stature and an air as of having received benefits at the hands of fortune. Substantial, powerful, easy, he shone as with a glorious cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed sanity and security; aids to action that might have figured a p... | to the terrace and the gardens. Banks looked about as for some further exercise of his high function. “Will you have tea, my lady?” This appeared to strike her as premature. “Oh, thanks--when they all come in.” “They’ll scarcely _all_, my lady” --he indicated respectfully that he knew what he was talking about. “There’... | the road--at any rate my man did. I like to do business before--” But his sequence dropped as his eye caught some object across the wealth of space. She divertedly picked it up. “Before tea, Mr. Bender?” “Before everything, Lady Sandgate.” He was immensely genial, but a queer, quaint, rough-edged distinctness somehow ... | The Outcry |
she smilingly replied, | No speaker | for her? Well, Mr. Bender,”<|quote|>she smilingly replied,</|quote|>“I think I should like | him up. “‘Very, very much’ for her? Well, Mr. Bender,”<|quote|>she smilingly replied,</|quote|>“I think I should like her full value.” “I mean” | Street.” Mr. Bender bethought himself further--yet drawing it out; as if the familiar fact of his being “made up to” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “Do you want very, _very_ much----?” She had already caught him up. “‘Very, very much’ for her? Well, Mr. Bender,”<|quote|>she smilingly replie... | 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 Stre... | lines, if lines they could be called, of the mere scoured and polished and initialled “mug” 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 mo... | treat?” Mr. Bender had six feet of stature and an air as of having received benefits at the hands of fortune. Substantial, powerful, easy, he shone as with a glorious cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed sanity and security; aids to action that might have figured a pair of very ample wings--wide pinions for... | about as for some further exercise of his high function. “Will you have tea, my lady?” This appeared to strike her as premature. “Oh, thanks--when they all come in.” “They’ll scarcely _all_, my lady” --he indicated respectfully that he knew what he was talking about. “There’s tea in her ladyship’s tent; but,” he qualif... | if you like!” “You see your English teas--!” he pleaded as he looked about him, so immediately and frankly interested in the place and its contents that his friend could only have taken this for the very glance with which he must have swept Lady Lappington’s inferior scene. “They’re too much for you?” “Well, they’re to... | The Outcry |
“I think I should like her full value.” | Lady Sandgate | Mr. Bender,” she smilingly replied,<|quote|>“I think I should like her full value.”</|quote|>“I mean” --he kindly discriminated-- | very much’ for her? Well, Mr. Bender,” she smilingly replied,<|quote|>“I think I should like her full value.”</|quote|>“I mean” --he kindly discriminated-- “do you want so badly | bethought himself further--yet drawing it out; as if the familiar fact of his being “made up to” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “Do you want very, _very_ much----?” She had already caught him up. “‘Very, very much’ for her? Well, Mr. Bender,” she smilingly replied,<|quote|>“I think I should... | 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. Bend... | they could be called, of the mere scoured and polished and initialled “mug” 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 ob... | had six feet of stature and an air as of having received benefits at the hands of fortune. Substantial, powerful, easy, he shone as with a glorious cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed sanity and security; aids to action that might have figured a pair of very ample wings--wide pinions for the present conven... | some further exercise of his high function. “Will you have tea, my lady?” This appeared to strike her as premature. “Oh, thanks--when they all come in.” “They’ll scarcely _all_, my lady” --he indicated respectfully that he knew what he was talking about. “There’s tea in her ladyship’s tent; but,” he qualified, “it has ... | in the place and its contents that his friend could only have taken this for the very glance with which he must have swept Lady Lappington’s inferior scene. “They’re too much for you?” “Well, they’re too many. I think I’ve had two or three on the road--at any rate my man did. I like to do business before--” But his seq... | The Outcry |
“I mean” | Bender | should like her full value.”<|quote|>“I mean”</|quote|>--he kindly discriminated-- “do you | smilingly replied, “I think I should like her full value.”<|quote|>“I mean”</|quote|>--he kindly discriminated-- “do you want so badly to work | the familiar fact of his being “made up to” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “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.”<|quote|>“I mean”</|quote|>--he kindly ... | 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... | and polished and initialled “mug” 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 ... | as of having received benefits at the hands of fortune. Substantial, powerful, easy, he shone as with a glorious cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed sanity and security; aids to action that might have figured a pair of very ample wings--wide pinions for the present conveniently folded, but that he would ce... | you have tea, my lady?” This appeared to strike her as premature. “Oh, thanks--when they all come in.” “They’ll scarcely _all_, my lady” --he indicated respectfully that he knew what he was talking about. “There’s tea in her ladyship’s tent; but,” he qualified, “it has also been ordered for the saloon.” “Ah then,” she ... | life and character, had not the affirmation and the emphasis halted in one important particular. Fortune, felicity, nature, the perverse or interfering old fairy at his cradle-side--whatever the ministering power might have been--had simply overlooked and neglected his vast wholly-shaven face, which thus showed not so ... | The Outcry |
--he kindly discriminated-- | No speaker | her full value.” “I mean”<|quote|>--he kindly discriminated--</|quote|>“do you want so badly | “I think I should like her full value.” “I mean”<|quote|>--he kindly discriminated--</|quote|>“do you want so badly to work her off?” “It | fact of his being “made up to” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “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”<|quote|>--he kindly discriminated--</|quot... | 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 ... | and initialled “mug” 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 h... | having received benefits at the hands of fortune. Substantial, powerful, easy, he shone as with a glorious cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed sanity and security; aids to action that might have figured a pair of very ample wings--wide pinions for the present conveniently folded, but that he would certainl... | tea, my lady?” This appeared to strike her as premature. “Oh, thanks--when they all come in.” “They’ll scarcely _all_, my lady” --he indicated respectfully that he knew what he was talking about. “There’s tea in her ladyship’s tent; but,” he qualified, “it has also been ordered for the saloon.” “Ah then,” she said chee... | must have swept Lady Lappington’s inferior scene. “They’re too much for you?” “Well, they’re too many. I think I’ve had two or three on the road--at any rate my man did. I like to do business before--” But his sequence dropped as his eye caught some object across the wealth of space. She divertedly picked it up. “Befo... | The Outcry |
“do you want so badly to work her off?” | Bender | “I mean” --he kindly discriminated--<|quote|>“do you want so badly to work her off?”</|quote|>“It would be an intense | should like her full value.” “I mean” --he kindly discriminated--<|quote|>“do you want so badly to work her off?”</|quote|>“It would be an intense convenience to me--so much so | being “made up to” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “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--<|quote|>“do you want so ba... | 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 ... | 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... | at the hands of fortune. Substantial, powerful, easy, he shone as with a glorious cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed sanity and security; aids to action that might have figured a pair of very ample wings--wide pinions for the present conveniently folded, but that he would certainly on occasion agitate for... | This appeared to strike her as premature. “Oh, thanks--when they all come in.” “They’ll scarcely _all_, my lady” --he indicated respectfully that he knew what he was talking about. “There’s tea in her ladyship’s tent; but,” he qualified, “it has also been ordered for the saloon.” “Ah then,” she said cheerfully, “Mr. Be... | her. She could therefore but reinforce it by an intenser note. “To tell me you _will_ treat?” Mr. Bender had six feet of stature and an air as of having received benefits at the hands of fortune. Substantial, powerful, easy, he shone as with a glorious cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed sanity and securit... | The Outcry |
“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.” | Lady Sandgate | badly to work her off?”<|quote|>“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.”</|quote|>Such measure of response as | discriminated-- “do you want so badly to work her off?”<|quote|>“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.”</|quote|>Such measure of response as he had good-naturedly given her | softness and warmth of pressure. “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?”<|quote|>“It would be an intense ... | 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” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “Do ... | 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... | shone as with a glorious cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed sanity and security; aids to action that might have figured a pair of very ample wings--wide pinions for the present conveniently folded, but that he would certainly on occasion agitate for great efforts and spread for great flights. These things... | they all come in.” “They’ll scarcely _all_, my lady” --he indicated respectfully that he knew what he was talking about. “There’s tea in her ladyship’s tent; but,” he qualified, “it has also been ordered for the saloon.” “Ah then,” she said cheerfully, “Mr. Bender will be glad--!” And she became, with this, aware of th... | of fortune. Substantial, powerful, easy, he shone as with a glorious cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed sanity and security; aids to action that might have figured a pair of very ample wings--wide pinions for the present conveniently folded, but that he would certainly on occasion agitate for great effort... | The Outcry |
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 pi... | No speaker | you’d be arriving to conclude.”<|quote|>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 ... | me at once fondly hope you’d be arriving to conclude.”<|quote|>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 mo... | 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.”<|quote|>Such measure of response as he... | Bruton Street.” Mr. Bender bethought himself further--yet drawing it out; as if the familiar fact of his being “made up to” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “Do you want very, _very_ much----?” She had already caught him up. “‘Very, very much’ for her? Well, Mr. Bender,” she smilingly replied... | 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 d... | of very ample wings--wide pinions for the present conveniently folded, but that he would certainly on occasion agitate for great efforts and spread for great flights. These things would have made him quite an admirable, even a worshipful, image of full-blown life and character, had not the affirmation and the emphasis ... | ladyship’s tent; but,” he qualified, “it has also been ordered for the saloon.” “Ah then,” she said cheerfully, “Mr. Bender will be glad--!” And she became, with this, aware of the approach of another visitor. Banks considered, up and down, the gentleman ushered in, at the left, by the footman who had received him at t... | treat?” Mr. Bender had six feet of stature and an air as of having received benefits at the hands of fortune. Substantial, powerful, easy, he shone as with a glorious cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed sanity and security; aids to action that might have figured a pair of very ample wings--wide pinions for... | The Outcry |
“‘Conclude’?” | Bender | in the whole bright bigness.<|quote|>“‘Conclude’?”</|quote|>he echoed as he approached | every presumption, lost a little in the whole bright bigness.<|quote|>“‘Conclude’?”</|quote|>he echoed as he approached a significantly small canvas. “You | 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.<... | “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 elsewh... | 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 ... | cradle-side--whatever the ministering power might have been--had simply overlooked and neglected his vast wholly-shaven face, which thus showed not so much for perfunctorily scamped as for not treated, as for neither formed nor fondled nor finished, at all. Nothing seemed to have been done for it but what the razor and... | With which he retired to the spacious opposite quarter, where he vanished, while the footman, his own office performed, retreated as he had come, and Lady Sandgate, all hospitality, received the many-sided author of her specious telegram, of Lord John’s irritating confidence and of Lady Lappington’s massive cheque. ... | distinctness somehow kept it safe--for himself. “Then you’ve _come_ to do business?” Her appeal and her emphasis melted as into a caress--which, however, spent itself on his large high person as he consented, with less of demonstration but more of attention, to look down upon her. She could therefore but reinforce it b... | The Outcry |
he echoed as he approached a significantly small canvas. | No speaker | the whole bright bigness. “‘Conclude’?”<|quote|>he echoed as he approached a significantly small canvas.</|quote|>“You ladies want to get | presumption, lost a little in the whole bright bigness. “‘Conclude’?”<|quote|>he echoed as he approached a significantly small canvas.</|quote|>“You ladies want to get there before the road’s so | 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. “‘Conclude... | 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 ... | 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” h... | the ministering power might have been--had simply overlooked and neglected his vast wholly-shaven face, which thus showed not so much for perfunctorily scamped as for not treated, as for neither formed nor fondled nor finished, at all. Nothing seemed to have been done for it but what the razor and the sponge, the tooth... | which he retired to the spacious opposite quarter, where he vanished, while the footman, his own office performed, retreated as he had come, and Lady Sandgate, all hospitality, received the many-sided author of her specious telegram, of Lord John’s irritating confidence and of Lady Lappington’s massive cheque. II Havin... | cradle-side--whatever the ministering power might have been--had simply overlooked and neglected his vast wholly-shaven face, which thus showed not so much for perfunctorily scamped as for not treated, as for neither formed nor fondled nor finished, at all. Nothing seemed to have been done for it but what the razor and... | The Outcry |
“You ladies want to get there before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?” | Bender | approached a significantly small canvas.<|quote|>“You ladies want to get there before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?”</|quote|>he at once went on. | “‘Conclude’?” he echoed as he approached a significantly small canvas.<|quote|>“You ladies want to get there before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?”</|quote|>he at once went on. “Oh, you can’t have _that!_” | 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. “‘Conclude’?” he echoed as he approached a significantly small canvas.<|q... | 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,... | 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” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “Do you want v... | neglected his vast wholly-shaven face, which thus showed not so much for perfunctorily scamped as for not treated, as for neither formed nor fondled nor finished, at all. Nothing seemed to have been done for it but what the razor and the sponge, the tooth-brush and the looking-glass could officiously do; it had in shor... | he vanished, while the footman, his own office performed, retreated as he had come, and Lady Sandgate, all hospitality, received the many-sided author of her specious telegram, of Lord John’s irritating confidence and of Lady Lappington’s massive cheque. II Having greeted him with an explicitly gracious welcome and bot... | 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 ... | The Outcry |
he at once went on. | No speaker | know what this _here_ is?”<|quote|>he at once went on.</|quote|>“Oh, you can’t have _that!_” | the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?”<|quote|>he at once went on.</|quote|>“Oh, you can’t have _that!_” she cried as with full | the famous Dedborough pictures--stray specimens, by every presumption, lost a little in the whole bright bigness. “‘Conclude’?” he echoed as he approached a significantly small canvas. “You ladies want to get there before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?”<|quote|>he at ... | 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 picture... | Street.” Mr. Bender bethought himself further--yet drawing it out; as if the familiar fact of his being “made up to” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “Do you want very, _very_ much----?” She had already caught him up. “‘Very, very much’ for her? Well, Mr. Bender,” she smilingly replied, “I th... | nor finished, at all. Nothing seemed to have been done for it but what the razor and the sponge, the tooth-brush and the looking-glass could officiously do; it had in short resisted any possibly finer attrition at the hands of fifty years of offered experience. It had developed on the lines, if lines they could be call... | her specious telegram, of Lord John’s irritating confidence and of Lady Lappington’s massive cheque. II Having greeted him with an explicitly gracious welcome and both hands out, she had at once gone on: “You’ll of course have tea?--in the saloon.” But his mechanism seemed of the type that has to expand and revolve bef... | tell me you _will_ treat?” Mr. Bender had six feet of stature and an air as of having received benefits at the hands of fortune. Substantial, powerful, easy, he shone as with a glorious cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed sanity and security; aids to action that might have figured a pair of very ample wing... | The Outcry |
“Oh, you can’t have _that!_” | Bender | he at once went on.<|quote|>“Oh, you can’t have _that!_”</|quote|>she cried as with full | know what this _here_ is?” he at once went on.<|quote|>“Oh, you can’t have _that!_”</|quote|>she cried as with full authority-- “and you must really | by every presumption, lost a little in the whole bright bigness. “‘Conclude’?” he echoed as he approached a significantly small canvas. “You ladies want to get there before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?” he at once went on.<|quote|>“Oh, you can’t have _that!_”</|quot... | 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 eve... | further--yet drawing it out; as if the familiar fact of his being “made up to” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “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 ... | seemed to have been done for it but what the razor and the sponge, the tooth-brush and the looking-glass could officiously do; it had in short resisted any possibly finer attrition at the hands of fifty years of offered experience. It had developed on the lines, if lines they could be called, of the mere scoured and po... | John’s irritating confidence and of Lady Lappington’s massive cheque. II Having greeted him with an explicitly gracious welcome and both hands out, she had at once gone on: “You’ll of course have tea?--in the saloon.” But his mechanism seemed of the type that has to expand and revolve before sounding. “Why; the very fi... | 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; ... | The Outcry |
she cried as with full authority-- | No speaker | “Oh, you can’t have _that!_”<|quote|>she cried as with full authority--</|quote|>“and you must really understand | he at once went on. “Oh, you can’t have _that!_”<|quote|>she cried as with full authority--</|quote|>“and you must really understand that you can’t have everything. | little in the whole bright bigness. “‘Conclude’?” he echoed as he approached a significantly small canvas. “You ladies want to get there before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?” he at once went on. “Oh, you can’t have _that!_”<|quote|>she cried as with full authority--<... | 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 ... | if the familiar fact of his being “made up to” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “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-... | for it but what the razor and the sponge, the tooth-brush and the looking-glass could officiously do; it had in short resisted any possibly finer attrition at the hands of fifty years of offered experience. It had developed on the lines, if lines they could be called, of the mere scoured and polished and initialled “mu... | Lady Lappington’s massive cheque. II Having greeted him with an explicitly gracious welcome and both hands out, she had at once gone on: “You’ll of course have tea?--in the saloon.” But his mechanism seemed of the type that has to expand and revolve before sounding. “Why; the very first thing?” She only desired, as her... | 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 d... | The Outcry |
“and you must really understand that you can’t have everything. You mustn’t expect to ravage Dedborough.” | Lady Sandgate | cried as with full authority--<|quote|>“and you must really understand that you can’t have everything. You mustn’t expect to ravage Dedborough.”</|quote|>He had his nose meanwhile | you can’t have _that!_” she cried as with full authority--<|quote|>“and you must really understand that you can’t have everything. You mustn’t expect to ravage Dedborough.”</|quote|>He had his nose meanwhile close to the picture. “I | “‘Conclude’?” he echoed as he approached a significantly small canvas. “You ladies want to get there before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?” he at once went on. “Oh, you can’t have _that!_” she cried as with full authority--<|quote|>“and you must really understand that... | 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. ... | being “made up to” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “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 w... | and the sponge, the tooth-brush and the looking-glass could officiously do; it had in short resisted any possibly finer attrition at the hands of fifty years of offered experience. It had developed on the lines, if lines they could be called, of the mere scoured and polished and initialled “mug” rather than to any effe... | greeted him with an explicitly gracious welcome and both hands out, she had at once gone on: “You’ll of course have tea?--in the saloon.” But his mechanism seemed of the type that has to expand and revolve before sounding. “Why; the very first thing?” She only desired, as her laugh showed, to accommodate. “Ah, have it ... | the hands of fortune. Substantial, powerful, easy, he shone as with a glorious cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed sanity and security; aids to action that might have figured a pair of very ample wings--wide pinions for the present conveniently folded, but that he would certainly on occasion agitate for gr... | The Outcry |
He had his nose meanwhile close to the picture. | No speaker | mustn’t expect to ravage Dedborough.”<|quote|>He had his nose meanwhile close to the picture.</|quote|>“I guess it’s a bogus | you can’t have everything. You mustn’t expect to ravage Dedborough.”<|quote|>He had his nose meanwhile close to the picture.</|quote|>“I guess it’s a bogus Cuyp--but I know Lord Theign | before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?” he at once went on. “Oh, you can’t have _that!_” she cried as with full authority-- “and you must really understand that you can’t have everything. You mustn’t expect to ravage Dedborough.”<|quote|>He had his nose meanwhile close... | 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. “‘Conclude’?” he echoed as he approached a significantly small canvas. “You ladies want to get there before the road’s... | 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 ... | any possibly finer attrition at the hands of fifty years of offered experience. It had developed on the lines, if lines they could be called, of the mere scoured and polished and initialled “mug” rather than to any effect of a composed physiognomy; though we must at the same time add that its wearer carried this featur... | on: “You’ll of course have tea?--in the saloon.” But his mechanism seemed of the type that has to expand and revolve before sounding. “Why; the very first thing?” She only desired, as her laugh showed, to accommodate. “Ah, have it the last if you like!” “You see your English teas--!” he pleaded as he looked about him, ... | he shone as with a glorious cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed sanity and security; aids to action that might have figured a pair of very ample wings--wide pinions for the present conveniently folded, but that he would certainly on occasion agitate for great efforts and spread for great flights. These thi... | The Outcry |
“I guess it’s a bogus Cuyp--but I know Lord Theign _has_ things. He won’t do business?” | Bender | meanwhile close to the picture.<|quote|>“I guess it’s a bogus Cuyp--but I know Lord Theign _has_ things. He won’t do business?”</|quote|>“He’s not in the least, | Dedborough.” He had his nose meanwhile close to the picture.<|quote|>“I guess it’s a bogus Cuyp--but I know Lord Theign _has_ things. He won’t do business?”</|quote|>“He’s not in the least, and can never be, in | country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?” he at once went on. “Oh, you can’t have _that!_” she cried as with full authority-- “and you must really understand that you can’t have everything. You mustn’t expect to ravage Dedborough.” He had his nose meanwhile close to the picture.<|quote|>“I guess it’s a bogus Cu... | 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. “‘Conclude’?” he echoed as he approached a significantly small canvas. “You ladies want to get there before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do you ... | 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 conclud... | years of offered experience. It had developed on the lines, if lines they could be called, of the mere scoured and polished and initialled “mug” 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 mi... | his mechanism seemed of the type that has to expand and revolve before sounding. “Why; the very first thing?” She only desired, as her laugh showed, to accommodate. “Ah, have it the last if you like!” “You see your English teas--!” he pleaded as he looked about him, so immediately and frankly interested in the place an... | the looking-glass could officiously do; it had in short resisted any possibly finer attrition at the hands of fifty years of offered experience. It had developed on the lines, if lines they could be called, of the mere scoured and polished and initialled “mug” rather than to any effect of a composed physiognomy; though... | The Outcry |
“He’s not in the least, and can never be, in my tight place,” | Lady Sandgate | things. He won’t do business?”<|quote|>“He’s not in the least, and can never be, in my tight place,”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate replied; “but he’s | I know Lord Theign _has_ things. He won’t do business?”<|quote|>“He’s not in the least, and can never be, in my tight place,”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate replied; “but he’s as proud as he’s kind, | can’t have _that!_” she cried as with full authority-- “and you must really understand that you can’t have everything. You mustn’t expect to ravage Dedborough.” He had his nose meanwhile close to the picture. “I guess it’s a bogus Cuyp--but I know Lord Theign _has_ things. He won’t do business?”<|quote|>“He’s not in th... | presumption, lost a little in the whole bright bigness. “‘Conclude’?” he echoed as he approached a significantly small canvas. “You ladies want to get there before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?” he at once went on. “Oh, you can’t have _that!_” she cried as with full ... | 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 ... | of the mere scoured and polished and initialled “mug” 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 name... | very first thing?” She only desired, as her laugh showed, to accommodate. “Ah, have it the last if you like!” “You see your English teas--!” he pleaded as he looked about him, so immediately and frankly interested in the place and its contents that his friend could only have taken this for the very glance with which he... | talk in Bruton Street.” Mr. Bender bethought himself further--yet drawing it out; as if the familiar fact of his being “made up to” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “Do you want very, _very_ much----?” She had already caught him up. “‘Very, very much’ for her? Well, Mr. Bender,” she smilingly... | The Outcry |
Lady Sandgate replied; | No speaker | be, in my tight place,”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate replied;</|quote|>“but he’s as proud as | the least, and can never be, in my tight place,”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate replied;</|quote|>“but he’s as proud as he’s kind, dear man, and | understand that you can’t have everything. You mustn’t expect to ravage Dedborough.” He had his nose meanwhile close to the picture. “I guess it’s a bogus Cuyp--but I know Lord Theign _has_ things. He won’t do business?” “He’s not in the least, and can never be, in my tight place,”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate replied;</|quot... | he approached a significantly small canvas. “You ladies want to get there before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?” he at once went on. “Oh, you can’t have _that!_” she cried as with full authority-- “and you must really understand that you can’t have everything. You mus... | 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 ... | 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 straig... | have it the last if you like!” “You see your English teas--!” he pleaded as he looked about him, so immediately and frankly interested in the place and its contents that his friend could only have taken this for the very glance with which he must have swept Lady Lappington’s inferior scene. “They’re too much for you?” ... | do; it had in short resisted any possibly finer attrition at the hands of fifty years of offered experience. It had developed on the lines, if lines they could be called, of the mere scoured and polished and initialled “mug” rather than to any effect of a composed physiognomy; though we must at the same time add that i... | The Outcry |
“but he’s as proud as he’s kind, dear man, and as solid as he’s proud; so that if you came down under a different impression--!” | Lady Sandgate | tight place,” Lady Sandgate replied;<|quote|>“but he’s as proud as he’s kind, dear man, and as solid as he’s proud; so that if you came down under a different impression--!”</|quote|>Well, she could only exhale | can never be, in my tight place,” Lady Sandgate replied;<|quote|>“but he’s as proud as he’s kind, dear man, and as solid as he’s proud; so that if you came down under a different impression--!”</|quote|>Well, she could only exhale the folly of his error | can’t have everything. You mustn’t expect to ravage Dedborough.” He had his nose meanwhile close to the picture. “I guess it’s a bogus Cuyp--but I know Lord Theign _has_ things. He won’t do business?” “He’s not in the least, and can never be, in my tight place,” Lady Sandgate replied;<|quote|>“but he’s as proud as he’s... | significantly small canvas. “You ladies want to get there before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?” he at once went on. “Oh, you can’t have _that!_” she cried as with full authority-- “and you must really understand that you can’t have everything. You mustn’t expect to r... | 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. Som... | 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.... | last if you like!” “You see your English teas--!” he pleaded as he looked about him, so immediately and frankly interested in the place and its contents that his friend could only have taken this for the very glance with which he must have swept Lady Lappington’s inferior scene. “They’re too much for you?” “Well, they’... | 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 i... | The Outcry |
Well, she could only exhale the folly of his error with an unction that represented, whatever he might think of it, all her competence to answer for their host. He scarce thought of it enough, on any side, however, to be diverted from prior dispositions. | No speaker | down under a different impression--!”<|quote|>Well, she could only exhale the folly of his error with an unction that represented, whatever he might think of it, all her competence to answer for their host. He scarce thought of it enough, on any side, however, to be diverted from prior dispositions.</|quote|>“I came o... | so that if you came down under a different impression--!”<|quote|>Well, she could only exhale the folly of his error with an unction that represented, whatever he might think of it, all her competence to answer for their host. He scarce thought of it enough, on any side, however, to be diverted from prior dispositions... | know Lord Theign _has_ things. He won’t do business?” “He’s not in the least, and can never be, in my tight place,” Lady Sandgate replied; “but he’s as proud as he’s kind, dear man, and as solid as he’s proud; so that if you came down under a different impression--!”<|quote|>Well, she could only exhale the folly of his... | _here_ is?” he at once went on. “Oh, you can’t have _that!_” she cried as with full authority-- “and you must really understand that you can’t have everything. You mustn’t expect to ravage Dedborough.” He had his nose meanwhile close to the picture. “I guess it’s a bogus Cuyp--but I know Lord Theign _has_ things. He wo... | 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 De... | 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 connec... | its contents that his friend could only have taken this for the very glance with which he must have swept Lady Lappington’s inferior scene. “They’re too much for you?” “Well, they’re too many. I think I’ve had two or three on the road--at any rate my man did. I like to do business before--” But his sequence dropped as ... | 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 ... | The Outcry |
“I came on an understanding that I should find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----” | Bender | be diverted from prior dispositions.<|quote|>“I came on an understanding that I should find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----”</|quote|>“For another look,” she quickly | on any side, however, to be diverted from prior dispositions.<|quote|>“I came on an understanding that I should find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----”</|quote|>“For another look,” she quickl... | down under a different impression--!” Well, she could only exhale the folly of his error with an unction that represented, whatever he might think of it, all her competence to answer for their host. He scarce thought of it enough, on any side, however, to be diverted from prior dispositions.<|quote|>“I came on an unde... | it’s a bogus Cuyp--but I know Lord Theign _has_ things. He won’t do business?” “He’s not in the least, and can never be, in my tight place,” Lady Sandgate replied; “but he’s as proud as he’s kind, dear man, and as solid as he’s proud; so that if you came down under a different impression--!” Well, she could only exhale... | to look at one of the several, the famous Dedborough pictures--stray specimens, by every presumption, lost a little in the whole bright bigness. “‘Conclude’?” he echoed as he approached a significantly small canvas. “You ladies want to get there before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do you know what ... | 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 ackno... | my man did. I like to do business before--” But his sequence dropped as his eye caught some object across the wealth of space. She divertedly picked it up. “Before tea, Mr. Bender?” “Before everything, Lady Sandgate.” He was immensely genial, but a queer, quaint, rough-edged distinctness somehow kept it safe--for hims... | 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 demonstrati... | The Outcry |
“For another look,” | Lady Sandgate | I knocked at your door----”<|quote|>“For another look,”</|quote|>she quickly interposed, “at my | before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----”<|quote|>“For another look,”</|quote|>she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?” “For another look at | it enough, on any side, however, to be diverted from prior dispositions. “I came on an understanding that I should find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----”<|quote|>“For another look,”</|quote|... | man, and as solid as he’s proud; so that if you came down under a different impression--!” Well, she could only exhale the folly of his error with an unction that represented, whatever he might think of it, all her competence to answer for their host. He scarce thought of it enough, on any side, however, to be diverte... | there before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?” he at once went on. “Oh, you can’t have _that!_” she cried as with full authority-- “and you must really understand that you can’t have everything. You mustn’t expect to ravage Dedborough.” He had his nose meanwhile close t... | 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” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “Do you want very, _very_ much----?”... | was immensely genial, but a queer, quaint, rough-edged distinctness somehow kept it safe--for himself. “Then you’ve _come_ to do business?” Her appeal and her emphasis melted as into a caress--which, however, spent itself on his large high person as he consented, with less of demonstration but more of attention, to loo... | 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, los... | The Outcry |
she quickly interposed, | No speaker | your door----” “For another look,”<|quote|>she quickly interposed,</|quote|>“at my Lawrence?” “For another | Bruton Street I knocked at your door----” “For another look,”<|quote|>she quickly interposed,</|quote|>“at my Lawrence?” “For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your | any side, however, to be diverted from prior dispositions. “I came on an understanding that I should find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----” “For another look,”<|quote|>she quickly interposed... | solid as he’s proud; so that if you came down under a different impression--!” Well, she could only exhale the folly of his error with an unction that represented, whatever he might think of it, all her competence to answer for their host. He scarce thought of it enough, on any side, however, to be diverted from prior... | road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?” he at once went on. “Oh, you can’t have _that!_” she cried as with full authority-- “and you must really understand that you can’t have everything. You mustn’t expect to ravage Dedborough.” He had his nose meanwhile close to the picture. “I... | 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” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “Do you want very, _very_ much----?” She had already... | but a queer, quaint, rough-edged distinctness somehow kept it safe--for himself. “Then you’ve _come_ to do business?” Her appeal and her emphasis melted as into a caress--which, however, spent itself on his large high person as he consented, with less of demonstration but more of attention, to look down upon her. She c... | 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” had never had such ... | The Outcry |
“at my Lawrence?” | Lady Sandgate | another look,” she quickly interposed,<|quote|>“at my Lawrence?”</|quote|>“For another look at _you_, | knocked at your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed,<|quote|>“at my Lawrence?”</|quote|>“For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-grandmother wasn’t required. | to be diverted from prior dispositions. “I came on an understanding that I should find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed,<|quote|>“at my Lawrence?”... | proud; so that if you came down under a different impression--!” Well, she could only exhale the folly of his error with an unction that represented, whatever he might think of it, all her competence to answer for their host. He scarce thought of it enough, on any side, however, to be diverted from prior dispositions.... | as laid or the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?” he at once went on. “Oh, you can’t have _that!_” she cried as with full authority-- “and you must really understand that you can’t have everything. You mustn’t expect to ravage Dedborough.” He had his nose meanwhile close to the picture. “I guess it’s a b... | 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” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “Do you want very, _very_ much----?” She had already caught him up. “‘... | quaint, rough-edged distinctness somehow kept it safe--for himself. “Then you’ve _come_ to do business?” Her appeal and her emphasis melted as into a caress--which, however, spent itself on his large high person as he consented, with less of demonstration but more of attention, to look down upon her. She could therefor... | 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 ac... | The Outcry |
“For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-grandmother wasn’t required. Informed you were here, and struck with the coincidence of my being myself presently due,” | Bender | quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?”<|quote|>“For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-grandmother wasn’t required. Informed you were here, and struck with the coincidence of my being myself presently due,”</|quote|>he went on, “I despatched | door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?”<|quote|>“For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-grandmother wasn’t required. Informed you were here, and struck with the coincidence of my being myself presently due,”</|quote|>he went on, “I despatched you my wire, on coming | from prior dispositions. “I came on an understanding that I should find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?”<|quote|>“For another l... | if you came down under a different impression--!” Well, she could only exhale the folly of his error with an unction that represented, whatever he might think of it, all her competence to answer for their host. He scarce thought of it enough, on any side, however, to be diverted from prior dispositions. “I came on an ... | the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?” he at once went on. “Oh, you can’t have _that!_” she cried as with full authority-- “and you must really understand that you can’t have everything. You mustn’t expect to ravage Dedborough.” He had his nose meanwhile close to the picture. “I guess it’s a bogus Cuyp--... | 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” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “Do you want very, _very_ much----?” She had already caught him up. “‘Very, very much’ ... | somehow kept it safe--for himself. “Then you’ve _come_ to do business?” Her appeal and her emphasis melted as into a caress--which, however, spent itself on his large high person as he consented, with less of demonstration but more of attention, to look down upon her. She could therefore but reinforce it by an intenser... | polished and initialled “mug” 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 leas... | The Outcry |
he went on, | No speaker | my being myself presently due,”<|quote|>he went on,</|quote|>“I despatched you my wire, | struck with the coincidence of my being myself presently due,”<|quote|>he went on,</|quote|>“I despatched you my wire, on coming away, just to | let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?” “For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-grandmother wasn’t required. Informed you were here, and struck with the coincidence of my being myself presently due... | might think of it, all her competence to answer for their host. He scarce thought of it enough, on any side, however, to be diverted from prior dispositions. “I came on an understanding that I should find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lu... | authority-- “and you must really understand that you can’t have everything. You mustn’t expect to ravage Dedborough.” He had his nose meanwhile close to the picture. “I guess it’s a bogus Cuyp--but I know Lord Theign _has_ things. He won’t do business?” “He’s not in the least, and can never be, in my tight place,” Lady... | his being “made up to” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “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 ... | his large high person as he consented, with less of demonstration but more of attention, to look down upon her. She could therefore but reinforce it by an intenser note. “To tell me you _will_ treat?” Mr. Bender had six feet of stature and an air as of having received benefits at the hands of fortune. Substantial, powe... | 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. B... | The Outcry |
“I despatched you my wire, on coming away, just to keep up your spirits.” | Bender | presently due,” he went on,<|quote|>“I despatched you my wire, on coming away, just to keep up your spirits.”</|quote|>“You _don’t_ keep them up, | coincidence of my being myself presently due,” he went on,<|quote|>“I despatched you my wire, on coming away, just to keep up your spirits.”</|quote|>“You _don’t_ keep them up, you depress them to anguish,” | round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?” “For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-grandmother wasn’t required. Informed you were here, and struck with the coincidence of my being myself presently due,” he went o... | it, all her competence to answer for their host. He scarce thought of it enough, on any side, however, to be diverted from prior dispositions. “I came on an understanding that I should find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton S... | must really understand that you can’t have everything. You mustn’t expect to ravage Dedborough.” He had his nose meanwhile close to the picture. “I guess it’s a bogus Cuyp--but I know Lord Theign _has_ things. He won’t do business?” “He’s not in the least, and can never be, in my tight place,” Lady Sandgate replied; “b... | up to” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “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?... | person as he consented, with less of demonstration but more of attention, to look down upon her. She could therefore but reinforce it by an intenser note. “To tell me you _will_ treat?” Mr. Bender had six feet of stature and an air as of having received benefits at the hands of fortune. Substantial, powerful, easy, he ... | Bender bethought himself further--yet drawing it out; as if the familiar fact of his being “made up to” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “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 ... | The Outcry |
“You _don’t_ keep them up, you depress them to anguish,” | Lady Sandgate | to keep up your spirits.”<|quote|>“You _don’t_ keep them up, you depress them to anguish,”</|quote|>she almost passionately protested, “when | wire, on coming away, just to keep up your spirits.”<|quote|>“You _don’t_ keep them up, you depress them to anguish,”</|quote|>she almost passionately protested, “when you don’t tell me you’ll | another look,” she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?” “For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-grandmother wasn’t required. Informed you were here, and struck with the coincidence of my being myself presently due,” he went on, “I despatched you my wire, on coming away, just to keep up your spirits.”<|qu... | enough, on any side, however, to be diverted from prior dispositions. “I came on an understanding that I should find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interpo... | He had his nose meanwhile close to the picture. “I guess it’s a bogus Cuyp--but I know Lord Theign _has_ things. He won’t do business?” “He’s not in the least, and can never be, in my tight place,” Lady Sandgate replied; “but he’s as proud as he’s kind, dear man, and as solid as he’s proud; so that if you came down und... | 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 ... | down upon her. She could therefore but reinforce it by an intenser note. “To tell me you _will_ treat?” Mr. Bender had six feet of stature and an air as of having received benefits at the hands of fortune. Substantial, powerful, easy, he shone as with a glorious cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed sanity a... | echoed as he approached a significantly small canvas. “You ladies want to get there before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?” he at once went on. “Oh, you can’t have _that!_” she cried as with full authority-- “and you must really understand that you can’t have everythin... | The Outcry |
she almost passionately protested, | No speaker | you depress them to anguish,”<|quote|>she almost passionately protested,</|quote|>“when you don’t tell me | “You _don’t_ keep them up, you depress them to anguish,”<|quote|>she almost passionately protested,</|quote|>“when you don’t tell me you’ll treat!” He paused in | look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-grandmother wasn’t required. Informed you were here, and struck with the coincidence of my being myself presently due,” he went on, “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,”<|quote|>she almo... | dispositions. “I came on an understanding that I should find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?” “For another look at _you_, Lady ... | guess it’s a bogus Cuyp--but I know Lord Theign _has_ things. He won’t do business?” “He’s not in the least, and can never be, in my tight place,” Lady Sandgate replied; “but he’s as proud as he’s kind, dear man, and as solid as he’s proud; so that if you came down under a different impression--!” Well, she could only ... | “‘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.” ... | an intenser note. “To tell me you _will_ treat?” Mr. Bender had six feet of stature and an air as of having received benefits at the hands of fortune. Substantial, powerful, easy, he shone as with a glorious cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed sanity and security; aids to action that might have figured a p... | as laid or the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?” he at once went on. “Oh, you can’t have _that!_” she cried as with full authority-- “and you must really understand that you can’t have everything. You mustn’t expect to ravage Dedborough.” He had his nose meanwhile close to the picture. “I guess it’s a b... | The Outcry |
“when you don’t tell me you’ll treat!” | Lady Sandgate | anguish,” she almost passionately protested,<|quote|>“when you don’t tell me you’ll treat!”</|quote|>He paused in his preoccupation, | up, you depress them to anguish,” she almost passionately protested,<|quote|>“when you don’t tell me you’ll treat!”</|quote|>He paused in his preoccupation, his perambulation, conscious evidently of | Sandgate--your great-grandmother wasn’t required. Informed you were here, and struck with the coincidence of my being myself presently due,” he went on, “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,<|... | an understanding that I should find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?” “For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-gran... | Cuyp--but I know Lord Theign _has_ things. He won’t do business?” “He’s not in the least, and can never be, in my tight place,” Lady Sandgate replied; “but he’s as proud as he’s kind, dear man, and as solid as he’s proud; so that if you came down under a different impression--!” Well, she could only exhale the folly of... | 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 respons... | tell me you _will_ treat?” Mr. Bender had six feet of stature and an air as of having received benefits at the hands of fortune. Substantial, powerful, easy, he shone as with a glorious cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed sanity and security; aids to action that might have figured a pair of very ample wing... | Street.” Mr. Bender bethought himself further--yet drawing it out; as if the familiar fact of his being “made up to” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “Do you want very, _very_ much----?” She had already caught him up. “‘Very, very much’ for her? Well, Mr. Bender,” she smilingly replied, “I th... | The Outcry |
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. | No speaker | don’t tell me you’ll treat!”<|quote|>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.</|quote|>“Well, if it’s a question | almost passionately protested, “when you don’t tell me you’ll treat!”<|quote|>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.</|quote|>“Well, if it’s a question of your otherwise suffering torments, | here, and struck with the coincidence of my being myself presently due,” he went on, “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!”<|quote|>He paused in his preoc... | friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?” “For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-grandmother wasn’t required. Informed you w... | He won’t do business?” “He’s not in the least, and can never be, in my tight place,” Lady Sandgate replied; “but he’s as proud as he’s kind, dear man, and as solid as he’s proud; so that if you came down under a different impression--!” Well, she could only exhale the folly of his error with an unction that represented... | “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 me... | had six feet of stature and an air as of having received benefits at the hands of fortune. Substantial, powerful, easy, he shone as with a glorious cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed sanity and security; aids to action that might have figured a pair of very ample wings--wide pinions for the present conven... | you can’t have everything. You mustn’t expect to ravage Dedborough.” He had his nose meanwhile close to the picture. “I guess it’s a bogus Cuyp--but I know Lord Theign _has_ things. He won’t do business?” “He’s not in the least, and can never be, in my tight place,” Lady Sandgate replied; “but he’s as proud as he’s kin... | The Outcry |
“Well, if it’s a question of your otherwise suffering torments, may I have another interview with the old lady?” | Bender | and so hungry a woman.<|quote|>“Well, if it’s a question of your otherwise suffering torments, may I have another interview with the old lady?”</|quote|>“Dear Mr. Bender, she’s in | a scene with so charming and so hungry a woman.<|quote|>“Well, if it’s a question of your otherwise suffering torments, may I have another interview with the old lady?”</|quote|>“Dear Mr. Bender, she’s in the flower of her youth; | 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.<|quote|>“Well, ... | at your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?” “For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-grandmother wasn’t required. Informed you were here, and struck with the coincidence of my being myself presently due,” he went on, “I despatched you my wire, on coming away, just to kee... | he’s kind, dear man, and as solid as he’s proud; so that if you came down under a different impression--!” Well, she could only exhale the folly of his error with an unction that represented, whatever he might think of it, all her competence to answer for their host. He scarce thought of it enough, on any side, howeve... | 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... | a glorious cleanness, a supplied and equipped and appointed sanity and security; aids to action that might have figured a pair of very ample wings--wide pinions for the present conveniently folded, but that he would certainly on occasion agitate for great efforts and spread for great flights. These things would have ma... | road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?” he at once went on. “Oh, you can’t have _that!_” she cried as with full authority-- “and you must really understand that you can’t have everything. You mustn’t expect to ravage Dedborough.” He had his nose meanwhile close to the picture. “I... | The Outcry |
“Dear Mr. Bender, she’s in the flower of her youth; she only yearns for interviews, and you may have,” | Lady Sandgate | interview with the old lady?”<|quote|>“Dear Mr. Bender, she’s in the flower of her youth; she only yearns for interviews, and you may have,”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate earnestly declared, “as | torments, may I have another interview with the old lady?”<|quote|>“Dear Mr. Bender, she’s in the flower of her youth; she only yearns for interviews, and you may have,”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate earnestly declared, “as many as you like.” “Oh, | 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?”<|quote|>“Dear Mr. Bende... | great-grandmother wasn’t required. Informed you were here, and struck with the coincidence of my being myself presently due,” he went on, “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 ... | impression--!” Well, she could only exhale the folly of his error with an unction that represented, whatever he might think of it, all her competence to answer for their host. He scarce thought of it enough, on any side, however, to be diverted from prior dispositions. “I came on an understanding that I should find my... | 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... | a pair of very ample wings--wide pinions for the present conveniently folded, but that he would certainly on occasion agitate for great efforts and spread for great flights. These things would have made him quite an admirable, even a worshipful, image of full-blown life and character, had not the affirmation and the em... | 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” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “Do you want very, _very_ much----?” She had already caught him up. “‘Very, very much’ for her? Well, Mr. Bende... | The Outcry |
Lady Sandgate earnestly declared, | No speaker | interviews, and you may have,”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate earnestly declared,</|quote|>“as many as you like.” | youth; she only yearns for interviews, and you may have,”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate earnestly declared,</|quote|>“as many as you like.” “Oh, you must be there | 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,”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate earnestly declared,</|qu... | went on, “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 s... | think of it, all her competence to answer for their host. He scarce thought of it enough, on any side, however, to be diverted from prior dispositions. “I came on an understanding that I should find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in... | 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. ... | agitate for great efforts and spread for great flights. These things would have made him quite an admirable, even a worshipful, image of full-blown life and character, had not the affirmation and the emphasis halted in one important particular. Fortune, felicity, nature, the perverse or interfering old fairy at his cra... | _has_ things. He won’t do business?” “He’s not in the least, and can never be, in my tight place,” Lady Sandgate replied; “but he’s as proud as he’s kind, dear man, and as solid as he’s proud; so that if you came down under a different impression--!” Well, she could only exhale the folly of his error with an unction th... | The Outcry |
“as many as you like.” | Lady Sandgate | have,” Lady Sandgate earnestly declared,<|quote|>“as many as you like.”</|quote|>“Oh, you must be there | for interviews, and you may have,” Lady Sandgate earnestly declared,<|quote|>“as many as you like.”</|quote|>“Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “Then as | 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,<|quote|>“as many as you like.”... | 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 a... | her competence to answer for their host. He scarce thought of it enough, on any side, however, to be diverted from prior dispositions. “I came on an understanding that I should find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I ... | 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. “‘Conclude’?” he echoed as he appro... | and spread for great flights. These things would have made him quite an admirable, even a worshipful, image of full-blown life and character, had not the affirmation and the emphasis halted in one important particular. Fortune, felicity, nature, the perverse or interfering old fairy at his cradle-side--whatever the min... | “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 me... | The Outcry |
“Oh, you must be there to protect me!” | Bender | “as many as you like.”<|quote|>“Oh, you must be there to protect me!”</|quote|>“Then as soon as I | 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 | 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 ... | 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. “... | their host. He scarce thought of it enough, on any side, however, to be diverted from prior dispositions. “I came on an understanding that I should find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----” “Fo... | 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. “‘Conclude’?” he echoed as he approached a significantly small canva... | These things would have made him quite an admirable, even a worshipful, image of full-blown life and character, had not the affirmation and the emphasis halted in one important particular. Fortune, felicity, nature, the perverse or interfering old fairy at his cradle-side--whatever the ministering power might have been... | 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. “‘Conclude’?” he echoed as he approached a significantly smal... | The Outcry |
“Then as soon as I return----!” | Lady Sandgate | be there to protect me!”<|quote|>“Then as soon as I return----!”</|quote|>“Well,” --it clearly cost him | you like.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!”<|quote|>“Then as soon as I return----!”</|quote|>“Well,” --it clearly cost him little to say-- “I’ll come | 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.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!”<|quote|>“Then as soon as I return-... | _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... | on any side, however, to be diverted from prior dispositions. “I came on an understanding that I should find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed, “at... | 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. “‘Conclude’?” he echoed as he approached a significantly small canvas. “You ladies want to get there before the road’s so m... | admirable, even a worshipful, image of full-blown life and character, had not the affirmation and the emphasis halted in one important particular. Fortune, felicity, nature, the perverse or interfering old fairy at his cradle-side--whatever the ministering power might have been--had simply overlooked and neglected his ... | 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. “‘Conclude’?” he echoed as he appro... | The Outcry |
“Well,” | Bender | as soon as I return----!”<|quote|>“Well,”</|quote|>--it clearly cost him little | there to protect me!” “Then as soon as I return----!”<|quote|>“Well,”</|quote|>--it clearly cost him little to say-- “I’ll come right | 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.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “Then as soon as I return----!”<|quote|>“Well,”</|quote|>--it clearly cost h... | 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 an... | diverted from prior dispositions. “I came on an understanding that I should find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?” “For another ... | 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. “‘Conclude’?” he echoed as he approached a significantly small canvas. “You ladies want to get there before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe!... | full-blown life and character, had not the affirmation and the emphasis halted in one important particular. Fortune, felicity, nature, the perverse or interfering old fairy at his cradle-side--whatever the ministering power might have been--had simply overlooked and neglected his vast wholly-shaven face, which thus sho... | guess it’s a bogus Cuyp--but I know Lord Theign _has_ things. He won’t do business?” “He’s not in the least, and can never be, in my tight place,” Lady Sandgate replied; “but he’s as proud as he’s kind, dear man, and as solid as he’s proud; so that if you came down under a different impression--!” Well, she could only ... | The Outcry |
--it clearly cost him little to say-- | No speaker | soon as I return----!” “Well,”<|quote|>--it clearly cost him little to say--</|quote|>“I’ll come right round.” She | to protect me!” “Then as soon as I return----!” “Well,”<|quote|>--it clearly cost him little to say--</|quote|>“I’ll come right round.” She joyously registered the vow. “Only | 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.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “Then as soon as I return----!” “Well,”<|quote|>--it clearly cost him little t... | 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... | from prior dispositions. “I came on an understanding that I should find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?” “For another look at _... | 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. “‘Conclude’?” he echoed as he approached a significantly small canvas. “You ladies want to get there before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do y... | life and character, had not the affirmation and the emphasis halted in one important particular. Fortune, felicity, nature, the perverse or interfering old fairy at his cradle-side--whatever the ministering power might have been--had simply overlooked and neglected his vast wholly-shaven face, which thus showed not so ... | 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 ... | The Outcry |
“I’ll come right round.” | Bender | cost him little to say--<|quote|>“I’ll come right round.”</|quote|>She joyously registered the vow. | I return----!” “Well,” --it clearly cost him little to say--<|quote|>“I’ll come right round.”</|quote|>She joyously registered the vow. “Only meanwhile then, please, never | “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.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “Then as soon as I return----!” “Well,” --it clearly cost him little to say--<|quote|>“I’ll come right round.”</|quote|>S... | 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... | understanding that I should find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?” “For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-grandmo... | of the several, the famous Dedborough pictures--stray specimens, by every presumption, lost a little in the whole bright bigness. “‘Conclude’?” he echoed as he approached a significantly small canvas. “You ladies want to get there before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?... | and the emphasis halted in one important particular. Fortune, felicity, nature, the perverse or interfering old fairy at his cradle-side--whatever the ministering power might have been--had simply overlooked and neglected his vast wholly-shaven face, which thus showed not so much for perfunctorily scamped as for not tr... | on an understanding that I should find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?” “For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-g... | The Outcry |
She joyously registered the vow. | No speaker | say-- “I’ll come right round.”<|quote|>She joyously registered the vow.</|quote|>“Only meanwhile then, please, never | clearly cost him little to say-- “I’ll come right round.”<|quote|>She joyously registered the vow.</|quote|>“Only meanwhile then, please, never a word!” “Never a word, | in the flower of her youth; she only yearns for interviews, and you may have,” Lady Sandgate earnestly declared, “as many as you like.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “Then as soon as I return----!” “Well,” --it clearly cost him little to say-- “I’ll come right round.”<|quote|>She joyously registered the vow.</... | 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 ... | find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?” “For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-grandmother wasn’t required. Inform... | famous Dedborough pictures--stray specimens, by every presumption, lost a little in the whole bright bigness. “‘Conclude’?” he echoed as he approached a significantly small canvas. “You ladies want to get there before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?” he at once went on... | in one important particular. Fortune, felicity, nature, the perverse or interfering old fairy at his cradle-side--whatever the ministering power might have been--had simply overlooked and neglected his vast wholly-shaven face, which thus showed not so much for perfunctorily scamped as for not treated, as for neither fo... | 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 ... | The Outcry |
“Only meanwhile then, please, never a word!” | Lady Sandgate | She joyously registered the vow.<|quote|>“Only meanwhile then, please, never a word!”</|quote|>“Never a word, certainly. But | say-- “I’ll come right round.” She joyously registered the vow.<|quote|>“Only meanwhile then, please, never a word!”</|quote|>“Never a word, certainly. But where all this time,” Mr. | youth; she only yearns for interviews, and you may have,” Lady Sandgate earnestly declared, “as many as you like.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “Then as soon as I return----!” “Well,” --it clearly cost him little to say-- “I’ll come right round.” She joyously registered the vow.<|quote|>“Only meanwhile then, ... | 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 f... | and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?” “For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-grandmother wasn’t required. Informed you were here, and stru... | every presumption, lost a little in the whole bright bigness. “‘Conclude’?” he echoed as he approached a significantly small canvas. “You ladies want to get there before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?” he at once went on. “Oh, you can’t have _that!_” she cried as with... | felicity, nature, the perverse or interfering old fairy at his cradle-side--whatever the ministering power might have been--had simply overlooked and neglected his vast wholly-shaven face, which thus showed not so much for perfunctorily scamped as for not treated, as for neither formed nor fondled nor finished, at all.... | at once went on. “Oh, you can’t have _that!_” she cried as with full authority-- “and you must really understand that you can’t have everything. You mustn’t expect to ravage Dedborough.” He had his nose meanwhile close to the picture. “I guess it’s a bogus Cuyp--but I know Lord Theign _has_ things. He won’t do business... | The Outcry |
“Never a word, certainly. But where all this time,” | Bender | then, please, never a word!”<|quote|>“Never a word, certainly. But where all this time,”</|quote|>Mr. Bender asked, “is Lord | registered the vow. “Only meanwhile then, please, never a word!”<|quote|>“Never a word, certainly. But where all this time,”</|quote|>Mr. Bender asked, “is Lord John?” Lady Sandgate, as he | you may have,” Lady Sandgate earnestly declared, “as many as you like.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “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!”<|quote|>“Never a word, certa... | 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 dec... | introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?” “For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-grandmother wasn’t required. Informed you were here, and struck with the coincidence of my being... | whole bright bigness. “‘Conclude’?” he echoed as he approached a significantly small canvas. “You ladies want to get there before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?” he at once went on. “Oh, you can’t have _that!_” she cried as with full authority-- “and you must really u... | fairy at his cradle-side--whatever the ministering power might have been--had simply overlooked and neglected his vast wholly-shaven face, which thus showed not so much for perfunctorily scamped as for not treated, as for neither formed nor fondled nor finished, at all. Nothing seemed to have been done for it but what ... | you must really understand that you can’t have everything. You mustn’t expect to ravage Dedborough.” He had his nose meanwhile close to the picture. “I guess it’s a bogus Cuyp--but I know Lord Theign _has_ things. He won’t do business?” “He’s not in the least, and can never be, in my tight place,” Lady Sandgate replied... | The Outcry |
Mr. Bender asked, | No speaker | But where all this time,”<|quote|>Mr. Bender asked,</|quote|>“is Lord John?” Lady Sandgate, | word!” “Never a word, certainly. But where all this time,”<|quote|>Mr. Bender asked,</|quote|>“is Lord John?” Lady Sandgate, as he spoke, found her | as you like.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “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,”<|quote|>Mr. Bender asked,</|quote|... | 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.” “Oh, you must b... | lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?” “For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-grandmother wasn’t required. Informed you were here, and struck with the coincidence of my being myself presently due,” he went on, “I despatched you my ... | a significantly small canvas. “You ladies want to get there before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?” he at once went on. “Oh, you can’t have _that!_” she cried as with full authority-- “and you must really understand that you can’t have everything. You mustn’t expect to... | been--had simply overlooked and neglected his vast wholly-shaven face, which thus showed not so much for perfunctorily scamped as for not treated, as for neither formed nor fondled nor finished, at all. Nothing seemed to have been done for it but what the razor and the sponge, the tooth-brush and the looking-glass coul... | 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 e... | The Outcry |
“is Lord John?” | Bender | this time,” Mr. Bender asked,<|quote|>“is Lord John?”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate, as he spoke, | word, certainly. But where all this time,” Mr. Bender asked,<|quote|>“is Lord John?”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate, as he spoke, found her eyes meeting those | “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “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,<|quote|>“is Lord John?”</|quot... | 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.” “Oh, you must be there to prote... | Street I knocked at your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?” “For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-grandmother wasn’t required. Informed you were here, and struck with the coincidence of my being myself presently due,” he went on, “I despatched you my wire, on coming ... | canvas. “You ladies want to get there before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?” he at once went on. “Oh, you can’t have _that!_” she cried as with full authority-- “and you must really understand that you can’t have everything. You mustn’t expect to ravage Dedborough.” H... | and neglected his vast wholly-shaven face, which thus showed not so much for perfunctorily scamped as for not treated, as for neither formed nor fondled nor finished, at all. Nothing seemed to have been done for it but what the razor and the sponge, the tooth-brush and the looking-glass could officiously do; it had in ... | 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. “‘Conclude’?” he echoed as he approached a significantly small canvas. “You ladies want to get there before the road’s so much as laid or the c... | The Outcry |
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 ... | No speaker | Bender asked, “is Lord John?”<|quote|>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 ... | where all this time,” Mr. Bender asked, “is Lord John?”<|quote|>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... | be there to protect me!” “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?”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate, as he... | “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.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “Then as... | at your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?” “For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-grandmother wasn’t required. Informed you were here, and struck with the coincidence of my being myself presently due,” he went on, “I despatched you my wire, on coming away, just to kee... | want to get there before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?” he at once went on. “Oh, you can’t have _that!_” she cried as with full authority-- “and you must really understand that you can’t have everything. You mustn’t expect to ravage Dedborough.” He had his nose meanw... | vast wholly-shaven face, which thus showed not so much for perfunctorily scamped as for not treated, as for neither formed nor fondled nor finished, at all. Nothing seemed to have been done for it but what the razor and the sponge, the tooth-brush and the looking-glass could officiously do; it had in short resisted any... | 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. “‘Conclude’?” he echoed as he approached a significantly small canvas. “You ladies want to get there before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do y... | The Outcry |
“Lady Grace must know.” | Lady Sandgate | the subject of their inquiry:<|quote|>“Lady Grace must know.”</|quote|>At this the young woman | replied to the gentleman forming the subject of their inquiry:<|quote|>“Lady Grace must know.”</|quote|>At this the young woman came forward, and Lady Sandgate | 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:<|quote|>“Lady Grace must know.... | 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... | 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 ... | in the least, and can never be, in my tight place,” Lady Sandgate replied; “but he’s as proud as he’s kind, dear man, and as solid as he’s proud; so that if you came down under a different impression--!” Well, she could only exhale the folly of his error with an unction that represented, whatever he might think of it, ... | mere scoured and polished and initialled “mug” 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, s... | in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?” “For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-grandmother wasn’t required. Informed you were here, and struck with the coincidence of my being myself presently due,” he went on, “I despatched you my wire, ... | The Outcry |
At this the young woman came forward, and Lady Sandgate introduced the visitor. | No speaker | inquiry: “Lady Grace must know.”<|quote|>At this the young woman came forward, and Lady Sandgate introduced the visitor.</|quote|>“My dear Grace, this is | forming the subject of their inquiry: “Lady Grace must know.”<|quote|>At this the young woman came forward, and Lady Sandgate introduced the visitor.</|quote|>“My dear Grace, this is Mr. Breckenridge Bender.” The younger | 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: “Lady Grace must know.”<|quote|>At this the young woma... | “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 ... | 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 dec... | can never be, in my tight place,” Lady Sandgate replied; “but he’s as proud as he’s kind, dear man, and as solid as he’s proud; so that if you came down under a different impression--!” Well, she could only exhale the folly of his error with an unction that represented, whatever he might think of it, all her competence... | and initialled “mug” 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 h... | 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... | The Outcry |
“My dear Grace, this is Mr. Breckenridge Bender.” | Lady Sandgate | Lady Sandgate introduced the visitor.<|quote|>“My dear Grace, this is Mr. Breckenridge Bender.”</|quote|>The younger daughter of the | young woman came forward, and Lady Sandgate introduced the visitor.<|quote|>“My dear Grace, this is Mr. Breckenridge Bender.”</|quote|>The younger daughter of the house might have arrived in | 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: “Lady Grace must know.” At this the young woman came forward, and Lady Sandgate introduced the visitor.<|quote|>“My dear Grace, this ... | 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 wit... | 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.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!”... | proud as he’s kind, dear man, and as solid as he’s proud; so that if you came down under a different impression--!” Well, she could only exhale the folly of his error with an unction that represented, whatever he might think of it, all her competence to answer for their host. He scarce thought of it enough, on any sid... | 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 resist... | and as solid as he’s proud; so that if you came down under a different impression--!” Well, she could only exhale the folly of his error with an unction that represented, whatever he might think of it, all her competence to answer for their host. He scarce thought of it enough, on any side, however, to be diverted fro... | The Outcry |
The younger daughter of the house might have arrived in preoccupation, but she had urbanity to spare. | No speaker | this is Mr. Breckenridge Bender.”<|quote|>The younger daughter of the house might have arrived in preoccupation, but she had urbanity to spare.</|quote|>“Of whom Lord John has | the visitor. “My dear Grace, this is Mr. Breckenridge Bender.”<|quote|>The younger daughter of the house might have arrived in preoccupation, but she had urbanity to spare.</|quote|>“Of whom Lord John has told me,” she returned, “and | 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: “Lady Grace must know.” At this the young woman came forward, and Lady Sandgate introduced the visitor. “My dear Grace, this is Mr. Breckenridge Bender.”<|quote|>The younger ... | 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 va... | 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.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “Then as soon as I return----!” “Well... | solid as he’s proud; so that if you came down under a different impression--!” Well, she could only exhale the folly of his error with an unction that represented, whatever he might think of it, all her competence to answer for their host. He scarce thought of it enough, on any side, however, to be diverted from prior... | 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 advan... | Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?” “For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-grandmother wasn’t required. Informed you were here, and struck with t... | The Outcry |
“Of whom Lord John has told me,” | Grace | she had urbanity to spare.<|quote|>“Of whom Lord John has told me,”</|quote|>she returned, “and whom I’m | have arrived in preoccupation, but she had urbanity to spare.<|quote|>“Of whom Lord John has told me,”</|quote|>she returned, “and whom I’m glad to see. Lord John,” | the gentleman forming the subject of their inquiry: “Lady Grace must know.” At this the young woman came forward, and Lady Sandgate introduced the visitor. “My dear Grace, this is Mr. Breckenridge Bender.” The younger daughter of the house might have arrived in preoccupation, but she had urbanity to spare.<|quote|>“Of ... | 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 t... | in the flower of her youth; she only yearns for interviews, and you may have,” Lady Sandgate earnestly declared, “as many as you like.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “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 mea... | only exhale the folly of his error with an unction that represented, whatever he might think of it, all her competence to answer for their host. He scarce thought of it enough, on any side, however, to be diverted from prior dispositions. “I came on an understanding that I should find my friend Lord John, and that Lord... | 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 demonstrati... | tight place,” Lady Sandgate replied; “but he’s as proud as he’s kind, dear man, and as solid as he’s proud; so that if you came down under a different impression--!” Well, she could only exhale the folly of his error with an unction that represented, whatever he might think of it, all her competence to answer for their... | The Outcry |
she returned, | No speaker | Lord John has told me,”<|quote|>she returned,</|quote|>“and whom I’m glad to | urbanity to spare. “Of whom Lord John has told me,”<|quote|>she returned,</|quote|>“and whom I’m glad to see. Lord John,” she explained | inquiry: “Lady Grace must know.” At this the young woman came forward, and Lady Sandgate introduced the visitor. “My dear Grace, this is Mr. Breckenridge Bender.” The younger daughter of the house might have arrived in preoccupation, but she had urbanity to spare. “Of whom Lord John has told me,”<|quote|>she returned,<... | 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: “Lady Grace must know.” ... | only yearns for interviews, and you may have,” Lady Sandgate earnestly declared, “as many as you like.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “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 wor... | with an unction that represented, whatever he might think of it, all her competence to answer for their host. He scarce thought of it enough, on any side, however, to be diverted from prior dispositions. “I came on an understanding that I should find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction,... | 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 grandmot... | on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?” “For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-grandmother wasn’t required. Informed you were here, and struck with the coincidence of m... | The Outcry |
“and whom I’m glad to see. Lord John,” | Grace | has told me,” she returned,<|quote|>“and whom I’m glad to see. Lord John,”</|quote|>she explained to his waiting | spare. “Of whom Lord John has told me,” she returned,<|quote|>“and whom I’m glad to see. Lord John,”</|quote|>she explained to his waiting friend, “is detained a moment | Grace must know.” At this the young woman came forward, and Lady Sandgate introduced the visitor. “My dear Grace, this is Mr. Breckenridge Bender.” The younger daughter of the house might have arrived in preoccupation, but she had urbanity to spare. “Of whom Lord John has told me,” she returned,<|quote|>“and whom I’m g... | 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: “Lady Grace must know.” At this the ... | for interviews, and you may have,” Lady Sandgate earnestly declared, “as many as you like.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “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... | unction that represented, whatever he might think of it, all her competence to answer for their host. He scarce thought of it enough, on any side, however, to be diverted from prior dispositions. “I came on an understanding that I should find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly ... | 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 Sa... | 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.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “Then as soon as I return----!” “Well,” --it clearly cost him little to say-- “I’ll come right round.... | The Outcry |
she explained to his waiting friend, | No speaker | glad to see. Lord John,”<|quote|>she explained to his waiting friend,</|quote|>“is detained a moment in | she returned, “and whom I’m glad to see. Lord John,”<|quote|>she explained to his waiting friend,</|quote|>“is detained a moment in the park, open to-day to | came forward, and Lady Sandgate introduced the visitor. “My dear Grace, this is Mr. Breckenridge Bender.” The younger daughter of the house might have arrived in preoccupation, but she had urbanity to spare. “Of whom Lord John has told me,” she returned, “and whom I’m glad to see. Lord John,”<|quote|>she explained to h... | 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: “Lady Grace must know.” At this the young woman came forward, and Lady Sandgate introduc... | earnestly declared, “as many as you like.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “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. B... | it, all her competence to answer for their host. He scarce thought of it enough, on any side, however, to be diverted from prior dispositions. “I came on an understanding that I should find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton S... | 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 gran... | 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.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “Then as soon as I return----!” “Well,” --it clearly... | The Outcry |
“is detained a moment in the park, open to-day to a big Temperance school-feast, where our party is mostly gathered; so that if you care to go out--!” | Grace | explained to his waiting friend,<|quote|>“is detained a moment in the park, open to-day to a big Temperance school-feast, where our party is mostly gathered; so that if you care to go out--!”</|quote|>She gave him in fine | to see. Lord John,” she explained to his waiting friend,<|quote|>“is detained a moment in the park, open to-day to a big Temperance school-feast, where our party is mostly gathered; so that if you care to go out--!”</|quote|>She gave him in fine his choice. But this was | the visitor. “My dear Grace, this is Mr. Breckenridge Bender.” The younger daughter of the house might have arrived in preoccupation, but she had urbanity to spare. “Of whom Lord John has told me,” she returned, “and whom I’m glad to see. Lord John,” she explained to his waiting friend,<|quote|>“is detained a moment in... | 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: “Lady Grace must know.” At this the young woman came forward, and Lady Sandgate introduced the visitor. “My dear Grace, t... | like.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “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 Sa... | for their host. He scarce thought of it enough, on any side, however, to be diverted from prior dispositions. “I came on an understanding that I should find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----”... | 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. Bend... | came on an understanding that I should find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?” “For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your gr... | The Outcry |
She gave him in fine his choice. But this was clearly a thing that, in the conditions, Mr. Bender wasn’t the man to take precipitately; though his big useful smile disguised his prudence. | No speaker | you care to go out--!”<|quote|>She gave him in fine his choice. But this was clearly a thing that, in the conditions, Mr. Bender wasn’t the man to take precipitately; though his big useful smile disguised his prudence.</|quote|>“Are there any pictures in | mostly gathered; so that if you care to go out--!”<|quote|>She gave him in fine his choice. But this was clearly a thing that, in the conditions, Mr. Bender wasn’t the man to take precipitately; though his big useful smile disguised his prudence.</|quote|>“Are there any pictures in the park?” Lady Grace’s facial | whom Lord John has told me,” she returned, “and whom I’m glad to see. Lord John,” she explained to his waiting friend, “is detained a moment in the park, open to-day to a big Temperance school-feast, where our party is mostly gathered; so that if you care to go out--!”<|quote|>She gave him in fine his choice. But this... | gentleman forming the subject of their inquiry: “Lady Grace must know.” At this the young woman came forward, and Lady Sandgate introduced the visitor. “My dear Grace, this is Mr. Breckenridge Bender.” The younger daughter of the house might have arrived in preoccupation, but she had urbanity to spare. “Of whom Lord Jo... | 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 sl... | my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?” “For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-grandmother wasn’t required. Informed yo... | 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.... | 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.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “Then as soon as I return----!” “Well,” --it clearly cost him little to say-- “I’ll come ri... | The Outcry |
“Are there any pictures in the park?” | Bender | useful smile disguised his prudence.<|quote|>“Are there any pictures in the park?”</|quote|>Lady Grace’s facial response represented | take precipitately; though his big useful smile disguised his prudence.<|quote|>“Are there any pictures in the park?”</|quote|>Lady Grace’s facial response represented less humour perhaps, but more | big Temperance school-feast, where our party is mostly gathered; so that if you care to go out--!” She gave him in fine his choice. But this was clearly a thing that, in the conditions, Mr. Bender wasn’t the man to take precipitately; though his big useful smile disguised his prudence.<|quote|>“Are there any pictures ... | younger daughter of the house might have arrived in preoccupation, but she had urbanity to spare. “Of whom Lord John has told me,” she returned, “and whom I’m glad to see. Lord John,” she explained to his waiting friend, “is detained a moment in the park, open to-day to a big Temperance school-feast, where our party is... | 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 vaguel... | quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?” “For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-grandmother wasn’t required. Informed you were here, and struck with the coincidence of my being myself presently due,” he went on, “I despatched you my wire, on coming away, just to keep up your spirits.” “You _don’t_ keep them... | 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” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “Do you want very, _very_ much----?” She had already cau... | find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?” “For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-grandmother wasn’t required. Inform... | The Outcry |
Lady Grace’s facial response represented less humour perhaps, but more play. | No speaker | any pictures in the park?”<|quote|>Lady Grace’s facial response represented less humour perhaps, but more play.</|quote|>“We find our park itself | disguised his prudence. “Are there any pictures in the park?”<|quote|>Lady Grace’s facial response represented less humour perhaps, but more play.</|quote|>“We find our park itself rather a picture.” Mr. Bender’s | mostly gathered; so that if you care to go out--!” She gave him in fine his choice. But this was clearly a thing that, in the conditions, Mr. Bender wasn’t the man to take precipitately; though his big useful smile disguised his prudence. “Are there any pictures in the park?”<|quote|>Lady Grace’s facial response repre... | arrived in preoccupation, but she had urbanity to spare. “Of whom Lord John has told me,” she returned, “and whom I’m glad to see. Lord John,” she explained to his waiting friend, “is detained a moment in the park, open to-day to a big Temperance school-feast, where our party is mostly gathered; so that if you care to ... | 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... | look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-grandmother wasn’t required. Informed you were here, and struck with the coincidence of my being myself presently due,” he went on, “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 passi... | 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” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “Do you want very, _very_ much----?” She had already caught him up. “‘Very, very much’ for her? W... | 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.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “Then as soon as I return----!” “Well,” --it clearly cost him little to say-- “I’ll come right round.” She joyously registered the vow. “On... | The Outcry |
“We find our park itself rather a picture.” | Grace | humour perhaps, but more play.<|quote|>“We find our park itself rather a picture.”</|quote|>Mr. Bender’s own levity at | Grace’s facial response represented less humour perhaps, but more play.<|quote|>“We find our park itself rather a picture.”</|quote|>Mr. Bender’s own levity at any rate persisted. “With a | gave him in fine his choice. But this was clearly a thing that, in the conditions, Mr. Bender wasn’t the man to take precipitately; though his big useful smile disguised his prudence. “Are there any pictures in the park?” Lady Grace’s facial response represented less humour perhaps, but more play.<|quote|>“We find our ... | Lord John has told me,” she returned, “and whom I’m glad to see. Lord John,” she explained to his waiting friend, “is detained a moment in the park, open to-day to a big Temperance school-feast, where our party is mostly gathered; so that if you care to go out--!” She gave him in fine his choice. But this was clearly ... | 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 inquir... | here, and struck with the coincidence of my being myself presently due,” he went on, “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... | bethought himself further--yet drawing it out; as if the familiar fact of his being “made up to” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “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 he... | “as many as you like.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “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 Lor... | The Outcry |
Mr. Bender’s own levity at any rate persisted. | No speaker | park itself rather a picture.”<|quote|>Mr. Bender’s own levity at any rate persisted.</|quote|>“With a big Temperance school-feast?” | more play. “We find our park itself rather a picture.”<|quote|>Mr. Bender’s own levity at any rate persisted.</|quote|>“With a big Temperance school-feast?” “Mr. Bender’s a great judge | was clearly a thing that, in the conditions, Mr. Bender wasn’t the man to take precipitately; though his big useful smile disguised his prudence. “Are there any pictures in the park?” Lady Grace’s facial response represented less humour perhaps, but more play. “We find our park itself rather a picture.”<|quote|>Mr. Ben... | whom I’m glad to see. Lord John,” she explained to his waiting friend, “is detained a moment in the park, open to-day to a big Temperance school-feast, where our party is mostly gathered; so that if you care to go out--!” She gave him in fine his choice. But this was clearly a thing that, in the conditions, Mr. Bender... | 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: “Lady Grace must know.” At this the young w... | being myself presently due,” he went on, “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 ... | the familiar fact of his being “made up to” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “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-- “... | “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... | The Outcry |
“With a big Temperance school-feast?” | Bender | levity at any rate persisted.<|quote|>“With a big Temperance school-feast?”</|quote|>“Mr. Bender’s a great judge | a picture.” Mr. Bender’s own levity at any rate persisted.<|quote|>“With a big Temperance school-feast?”</|quote|>“Mr. Bender’s a great judge of pictures,” Lady Sandgate said | Mr. Bender wasn’t the man to take precipitately; though his big useful smile disguised his prudence. “Are there any pictures in the park?” Lady Grace’s facial response represented less humour perhaps, but more play. “We find our park itself rather a picture.” Mr. Bender’s own levity at any rate persisted.<|quote|>“With... | explained to his waiting friend, “is detained a moment in the park, open to-day to a big Temperance school-feast, where our party is mostly gathered; so that if you care to go out--!” She gave him in fine his choice. But this was clearly a thing that, in the conditions, Mr. Bender wasn’t the man to take precipitately;... | 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: “Lady Grace must know.” At this the young woman came forward, and Lady Sandgate introduced th... | 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... | to” had never had such special softness and warmth of pressure. “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?” “... | 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: “Lady Grace must know.” At this the ... | The Outcry |
“Mr. Bender’s a great judge of pictures,” | Lady Sandgate | “With a big Temperance school-feast?”<|quote|>“Mr. Bender’s a great judge of pictures,”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate said as to | levity at any rate persisted. “With a big Temperance school-feast?”<|quote|>“Mr. Bender’s a great judge of pictures,”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate said as to forestall any impression of excessive | to take precipitately; though his big useful smile disguised his prudence. “Are there any pictures in the park?” Lady Grace’s facial response represented less humour perhaps, but more play. “We find our park itself rather a picture.” Mr. Bender’s own levity at any rate persisted. “With a big Temperance school-feast?”<|... | “is detained a moment in the park, open to-day to a big Temperance school-feast, where our party is mostly gathered; so that if you care to go out--!” She gave him in fine his choice. But this was clearly a thing that, in the conditions, Mr. Bender wasn’t the man to take precipitately; though his big useful smile disg... | 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: “Lady Grace must know.” At this the young woman came forward, and Lady Sandgate introduced the visitor. “My dear Grace, t... | 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 w... | special softness and warmth of pressure. “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 ... | 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: “Lady Grace must know.” ... | The Outcry |
Lady Sandgate said as to forestall any impression of excessive freedom. | No speaker | a great judge of pictures,”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate said as to forestall any impression of excessive freedom.</|quote|>“Will there be more tea?” | big Temperance school-feast?” “Mr. Bender’s a great judge of pictures,”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate said as to forestall any impression of excessive freedom.</|quote|>“Will there be more tea?” he pursued, almost presuming on | smile disguised his prudence. “Are there any pictures in the park?” Lady Grace’s facial response represented less humour perhaps, but more play. “We find our park itself rather a picture.” Mr. Bender’s own levity at any rate persisted. “With a big Temperance school-feast?” “Mr. Bender’s a great judge of pictures,”<|quo... | open to-day to a big Temperance school-feast, where our party is mostly gathered; so that if you care to go out--!” She gave him in fine his choice. But this was clearly a thing that, in the conditions, Mr. Bender wasn’t the man to take precipitately; though his big useful smile disguised his prudence. “Are there any ... | 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: “Lady Grace must know.” At this the young woman came forward, and Lady Sandgate introduced the visitor. “My dear Grace, this is Mr. Breckenridge Bender.” The y... | 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... | 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 teleg... | competence to answer for their host. He scarce thought of it enough, on any side, however, to be diverted from prior dispositions. “I came on an understanding that I should find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knoc... | The Outcry |
“Will there be more tea?” | Bender | any impression of excessive freedom.<|quote|>“Will there be more tea?”</|quote|>he pursued, almost presuming on | Sandgate said as to forestall any impression of excessive freedom.<|quote|>“Will there be more tea?”</|quote|>he pursued, almost presuming on this. It showed Lady Grace | Lady Grace’s facial response represented less humour perhaps, but more play. “We find our park itself rather a picture.” Mr. Bender’s own levity at any rate persisted. “With a big Temperance school-feast?” “Mr. Bender’s a great judge of pictures,” Lady Sandgate said as to forestall any impression of excessive freedom.<... | mostly gathered; so that if you care to go out--!” She gave him in fine his choice. But this was clearly a thing that, in the conditions, Mr. Bender wasn’t the man to take precipitately; though his big useful smile disguised his prudence. “Are there any pictures in the park?” Lady Grace’s facial response represented l... | those of her elder, who at once replied to the gentleman forming the subject of their inquiry: “Lady Grace must know.” At this the young woman came forward, and Lady Sandgate introduced the visitor. “My dear Grace, this is Mr. Breckenridge Bender.” The younger daughter of the house might have arrived in preoccupation, ... | 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 wi... | “‘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.” ... | on an understanding that I should find my friend Lord John, and that Lord Theign would, on his introduction, kindly let me look round. But being before lunch in Bruton Street I knocked at your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?” “For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-g... | The Outcry |
he pursued, almost presuming on this. It showed Lady Grace for comparatively candid and literal. | No speaker | “Will there be more tea?”<|quote|>he pursued, almost presuming on this. It showed Lady Grace for comparatively candid and literal.</|quote|>“Oh, there’ll be plenty of | any impression of excessive freedom. “Will there be more tea?”<|quote|>he pursued, almost presuming on this. It showed Lady Grace for comparatively candid and literal.</|quote|>“Oh, there’ll be plenty of tea.” This appeared to determine | less humour perhaps, but more play. “We find our park itself rather a picture.” Mr. Bender’s own levity at any rate persisted. “With a big Temperance school-feast?” “Mr. Bender’s a great judge of pictures,” Lady Sandgate said as to forestall any impression of excessive freedom. “Will there be more tea?”<|quote|>he purs... | you care to go out--!” She gave him in fine his choice. But this was clearly a thing that, in the conditions, Mr. Bender wasn’t the man to take precipitately; though his big useful smile disguised his prudence. “Are there any pictures in the park?” Lady Grace’s facial response represented less humour perhaps, but more... | at once replied to the gentleman forming the subject of their inquiry: “Lady Grace must know.” At this the young woman came forward, and Lady Sandgate introduced the visitor. “My dear Grace, this is Mr. Breckenridge Bender.” The younger daughter of the house might have arrived in preoccupation, but she had urbanity to ... | 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... | 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 ... | be, in my tight place,” Lady Sandgate replied; “but he’s as proud as he’s kind, dear man, and as solid as he’s proud; so that if you came down under a different impression--!” Well, she could only exhale the folly of his error with an unction that represented, whatever he might think of it, all her competence to answer... | The Outcry |
“Oh, there’ll be plenty of tea.” | Grace | for comparatively candid and literal.<|quote|>“Oh, there’ll be plenty of tea.”</|quote|>This appeared to determine Mr. | this. It showed Lady Grace for comparatively candid and literal.<|quote|>“Oh, there’ll be plenty of tea.”</|quote|>This appeared to determine Mr. Bender. “Well, Lady Grace, I’m | Bender’s own levity at any rate persisted. “With a big Temperance school-feast?” “Mr. Bender’s a great judge of pictures,” Lady Sandgate said as to forestall any impression of excessive freedom. “Will there be more tea?” he pursued, almost presuming on this. It showed Lady Grace for comparatively candid and literal.<|... | clearly a thing that, in the conditions, Mr. Bender wasn’t the man to take precipitately; though his big useful smile disguised his prudence. “Are there any pictures in the park?” Lady Grace’s facial response represented less humour perhaps, but more play. “We find our park itself rather a picture.” Mr. Bender’s own le... | know.” At this the young woman came forward, and Lady Sandgate introduced the visitor. “My dear Grace, this is Mr. Breckenridge Bender.” The younger daughter of the house might have arrived in preoccupation, but she had urbanity to spare. “Of whom Lord John has told me,” she returned, “and whom I’m glad to see. Lord Jo... | 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 ... | 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, t... | another look,” she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?” “For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-grandmother wasn’t required. Informed you were here, and struck with the coincidence of my being myself presently due,” he went on, “I despatched you my wire, on coming away, just to keep up your spirits.” “Yo... | The Outcry |
This appeared to determine Mr. Bender. | No speaker | there’ll be plenty of tea.”<|quote|>This appeared to determine Mr. Bender.</|quote|>“Well, Lady Grace, I’m after | comparatively candid and literal. “Oh, there’ll be plenty of tea.”<|quote|>This appeared to determine Mr. Bender.</|quote|>“Well, Lady Grace, I’m after pictures, but I take them | persisted. “With a big Temperance school-feast?” “Mr. Bender’s a great judge of pictures,” Lady Sandgate said as to forestall any impression of excessive freedom. “Will there be more tea?” he pursued, almost presuming on this. It showed Lady Grace for comparatively candid and literal. “Oh, there’ll be plenty of tea.”<... | conditions, Mr. Bender wasn’t the man to take precipitately; though his big useful smile disguised his prudence. “Are there any pictures in the park?” Lady Grace’s facial response represented less humour perhaps, but more play. “We find our park itself rather a picture.” Mr. Bender’s own levity at any rate persisted. “... | came forward, and Lady Sandgate introduced the visitor. “My dear Grace, this is Mr. Breckenridge Bender.” The younger daughter of the house might have arrived in preoccupation, but she had urbanity to spare. “Of whom Lord John has told me,” she returned, “and whom I’m glad to see. Lord John,” she explained to his waiti... | 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.”... | 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 h... | your door----” “For another look,” she quickly interposed, “at my Lawrence?” “For another look at _you_, Lady Sandgate--your great-grandmother wasn’t required. Informed you were here, and struck with the coincidence of my being myself presently due,” he went on, “I despatched you my wire, on coming away, just to keep u... | The Outcry |
“Well, Lady Grace, I’m after pictures, but I take them ‘neat.’ May I go right round here?” | Bender | appeared to determine Mr. Bender.<|quote|>“Well, Lady Grace, I’m after pictures, but I take them ‘neat.’ May I go right round here?”</|quote|>“Perhaps, love,” Lady Sandgate at | be plenty of tea.” This appeared to determine Mr. Bender.<|quote|>“Well, Lady Grace, I’m after pictures, but I take them ‘neat.’ May I go right round here?”</|quote|>“Perhaps, love,” Lady Sandgate at once said, “you’ll let me | “Mr. Bender’s a great judge of pictures,” Lady Sandgate said as to forestall any impression of excessive freedom. “Will there be more tea?” he pursued, almost presuming on this. It showed Lady Grace for comparatively candid and literal. “Oh, there’ll be plenty of tea.” This appeared to determine Mr. Bender.<|quote|>“W... | to take precipitately; though his big useful smile disguised his prudence. “Are there any pictures in the park?” Lady Grace’s facial response represented less humour perhaps, but more play. “We find our park itself rather a picture.” Mr. Bender’s own levity at any rate persisted. “With a big Temperance school-feast?” “... | the visitor. “My dear Grace, this is Mr. Breckenridge Bender.” The younger daughter of the house might have arrived in preoccupation, but she had urbanity to spare. “Of whom Lord John has told me,” she returned, “and whom I’m glad to see. Lord John,” she explained to his waiting friend, “is detained a moment in the par... | 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.” “Oh, you must be there to pr... | 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... | Her eyes had vaguely questioned those of her elder, who at once replied to the gentleman forming the subject of their inquiry: “Lady Grace must know.” At this the young woman came forward, and Lady Sandgate introduced the visitor. “My dear Grace, this is Mr. Breckenridge Bender.” The younger daughter of the house might... | The Outcry |
“Perhaps, love,” | Lady Sandgate | I go right round here?”<|quote|>“Perhaps, love,”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate at once said, | I take them ‘neat.’ May I go right round here?”<|quote|>“Perhaps, love,”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate at once said, “you’ll let me show him.” | freedom. “Will there be more tea?” he pursued, almost presuming on this. It showed Lady Grace for comparatively candid and literal. “Oh, there’ll be plenty of tea.” This appeared to determine Mr. Bender. “Well, Lady Grace, I’m after pictures, but I take them ‘neat.’ May I go right round here?”<|quote|>“Perhaps, love,”... | park?” Lady Grace’s facial response represented less humour perhaps, but more play. “We find our park itself rather a picture.” Mr. Bender’s own levity at any rate persisted. “With a big Temperance school-feast?” “Mr. Bender’s a great judge of pictures,” Lady Sandgate said as to forestall any impression of excessive fr... | have arrived in preoccupation, but she had urbanity to spare. “Of whom Lord John has told me,” she returned, “and whom I’m glad to see. Lord John,” she explained to his waiting friend, “is detained a moment in the park, open to-day to a big Temperance school-feast, where our party is mostly gathered; so that if you car... | 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.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “Then as soon as I return----!” “Well,” --it clearly cost him little to say-- “I’ll... | 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 loo... | many as you like.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “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 Jo... | The Outcry |
Lady Sandgate at once said, | No speaker | right round here?” “Perhaps, love,”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate at once said,</|quote|>“you’ll let me show him.” | them ‘neat.’ May I go right round here?” “Perhaps, love,”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate at once said,</|quote|>“you’ll let me show him.” “A moment, dear” --Lady Grace | there be more tea?” he pursued, almost presuming on this. It showed Lady Grace for comparatively candid and literal. “Oh, there’ll be plenty of tea.” This appeared to determine Mr. Bender. “Well, Lady Grace, I’m after pictures, but I take them ‘neat.’ May I go right round here?” “Perhaps, love,”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate ... | Grace’s facial response represented less humour perhaps, but more play. “We find our park itself rather a picture.” Mr. Bender’s own levity at any rate persisted. “With a big Temperance school-feast?” “Mr. Bender’s a great judge of pictures,” Lady Sandgate said as to forestall any impression of excessive freedom. “Will... | in preoccupation, but she had urbanity to spare. “Of whom Lord John has told me,” she returned, “and whom I’m glad to see. Lord John,” she explained to his waiting friend, “is detained a moment in the park, open to-day to a big Temperance school-feast, where our party is mostly gathered; so that if you care to go out--... | 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.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “Then as soon as I return----!” “Well,” --it clearly cost him little to say-- “I’ll come right round.... | 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 ... | 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 ... | The Outcry |
“you’ll let me show him.” | Lady Sandgate | Lady Sandgate at once said,<|quote|>“you’ll let me show him.”</|quote|>“A moment, dear” --Lady Grace | right round here?” “Perhaps, love,” Lady Sandgate at once said,<|quote|>“you’ll let me show him.”</|quote|>“A moment, dear” --Lady Grace gently demurred. “Do go round,” | pursued, almost presuming on this. It showed Lady Grace for comparatively candid and literal. “Oh, there’ll be plenty of tea.” This appeared to determine Mr. Bender. “Well, Lady Grace, I’m after pictures, but I take them ‘neat.’ May I go right round here?” “Perhaps, love,” Lady Sandgate at once said,<|quote|>“you’ll le... | humour perhaps, but more play. “We find our park itself rather a picture.” Mr. Bender’s own levity at any rate persisted. “With a big Temperance school-feast?” “Mr. Bender’s a great judge of pictures,” Lady Sandgate said as to forestall any impression of excessive freedom. “Will there be more tea?” he pursued, almost p... | urbanity to spare. “Of whom Lord John has told me,” she returned, “and whom I’m glad to see. Lord John,” she explained to his waiting friend, “is detained a moment in the park, open to-day to a big Temperance school-feast, where our party is mostly gathered; so that if you care to go out--!” She gave him in fine his ch... | 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.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “Then as soon as I return----!” “Well,” --it clearly cost him little to say-- “I’ll come right round.” She joyously registered ... | 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 De... | and you may have,” Lady Sandgate earnestly declared, “as many as you like.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “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... | The Outcry |
“A moment, dear” | Grace | “you’ll let me show him.”<|quote|>“A moment, dear”</|quote|>--Lady Grace gently demurred. “Do | Lady Sandgate at once said, “you’ll let me show him.”<|quote|>“A moment, dear”</|quote|>--Lady Grace gently demurred. “Do go round,” she conformably added | It showed Lady Grace for comparatively candid and literal. “Oh, there’ll be plenty of tea.” This appeared to determine Mr. Bender. “Well, Lady Grace, I’m after pictures, but I take them ‘neat.’ May I go right round here?” “Perhaps, love,” Lady Sandgate at once said, “you’ll let me show him.”<|quote|>“A moment, dear”</|... | “We find our park itself rather a picture.” Mr. Bender’s own levity at any rate persisted. “With a big Temperance school-feast?” “Mr. Bender’s a great judge of pictures,” Lady Sandgate said as to forestall any impression of excessive freedom. “Will there be more tea?” he pursued, almost presuming on this. It showed La... | Lord John has told me,” she returned, “and whom I’m glad to see. Lord John,” she explained to his waiting friend, “is detained a moment in the park, open to-day to a big Temperance school-feast, where our party is mostly gathered; so that if you care to go out--!” She gave him in fine his choice. But this was clearly ... | flower of her youth; she only yearns for interviews, and you may have,” Lady Sandgate earnestly declared, “as many as you like.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “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 ... | 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, ... | 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.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “Then as soon as I return----!” “Well,” --it clearly cost him little to say-- ... | The Outcry |
--Lady Grace gently demurred. | No speaker | show him.” “A moment, dear”<|quote|>--Lady Grace gently demurred.</|quote|>“Do go round,” she conformably | once said, “you’ll let me show him.” “A moment, dear”<|quote|>--Lady Grace gently demurred.</|quote|>“Do go round,” she conformably added to Mr. Bender; “take | Grace for comparatively candid and literal. “Oh, there’ll be plenty of tea.” This appeared to determine Mr. Bender. “Well, Lady Grace, I’m after pictures, but I take them ‘neat.’ May I go right round here?” “Perhaps, love,” Lady Sandgate at once said, “you’ll let me show him.” “A moment, dear”<|quote|>--Lady Grace gent... | park itself rather a picture.” Mr. Bender’s own levity at any rate persisted. “With a big Temperance school-feast?” “Mr. Bender’s a great judge of pictures,” Lady Sandgate said as to forestall any impression of excessive freedom. “Will there be more tea?” he pursued, almost presuming on this. It showed Lady Grace for ... | told me,” she returned, “and whom I’m glad to see. Lord John,” she explained to his waiting friend, “is detained a moment in the park, open to-day to a big Temperance school-feast, where our party is mostly gathered; so that if you care to go out--!” She gave him in fine his choice. But this was clearly a thing that, ... | youth; she only yearns for interviews, and you may have,” Lady Sandgate earnestly declared, “as many as you like.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “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, ... | 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 p... | 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 declar... | The Outcry |
“Do go round,” | Grace | dear” --Lady Grace gently demurred.<|quote|>“Do go round,”</|quote|>she conformably added to Mr. | me show him.” “A moment, dear” --Lady Grace gently demurred.<|quote|>“Do go round,”</|quote|>she conformably added to Mr. Bender; “take your ease and | and literal. “Oh, there’ll be plenty of tea.” This appeared to determine Mr. Bender. “Well, Lady Grace, I’m after pictures, but I take them ‘neat.’ May I go right round here?” “Perhaps, love,” Lady Sandgate at once said, “you’ll let me show him.” “A moment, dear” --Lady Grace gently demurred.<|quote|>“Do go round,”</|q... | picture.” Mr. Bender’s own levity at any rate persisted. “With a big Temperance school-feast?” “Mr. Bender’s a great judge of pictures,” Lady Sandgate said as to forestall any impression of excessive freedom. “Will there be more tea?” he pursued, almost presuming on this. It showed Lady Grace for comparatively candid ... | “and whom I’m glad to see. Lord John,” she explained to his waiting friend, “is detained a moment in the park, open to-day to a big Temperance school-feast, where our party is mostly gathered; so that if you care to go out--!” She gave him in fine his choice. But this was clearly a thing that, in the conditions, Mr. B... | for interviews, and you may have,” Lady Sandgate earnestly declared, “as many as you like.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “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... | 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 ... | you were here, and struck with the coincidence of my being myself presently due,” he went on, “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 preo... | The Outcry |
she conformably added to Mr. Bender; | No speaker | gently demurred. “Do go round,”<|quote|>she conformably added to Mr. Bender;</|quote|>“take your ease and your | “A moment, dear” --Lady Grace gently demurred. “Do go round,”<|quote|>she conformably added to Mr. Bender;</|quote|>“take your ease and your time. Everything’s open and visible, | there’ll be plenty of tea.” This appeared to determine Mr. Bender. “Well, Lady Grace, I’m after pictures, but I take them ‘neat.’ May I go right round here?” “Perhaps, love,” Lady Sandgate at once said, “you’ll let me show him.” “A moment, dear” --Lady Grace gently demurred. “Do go round,”<|quote|>she conformably added... | own levity at any rate persisted. “With a big Temperance school-feast?” “Mr. Bender’s a great judge of pictures,” Lady Sandgate said as to forestall any impression of excessive freedom. “Will there be more tea?” he pursued, almost presuming on this. It showed Lady Grace for comparatively candid and literal. “Oh, there... | glad to see. Lord John,” she explained to his waiting friend, “is detained a moment in the park, open to-day to a big Temperance school-feast, where our party is mostly gathered; so that if you care to go out--!” She gave him in fine his choice. But this was clearly a thing that, in the conditions, Mr. Bender wasn’t t... | you may have,” Lady Sandgate earnestly declared, “as many as you like.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “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. Bu... | 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... | her youth; she only yearns for interviews, and you may have,” Lady Sandgate earnestly declared, “as many as you like.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “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, plea... | The Outcry |
“take your ease and your time. Everything’s open and visible, and, with our whole company dispersed, you’ll have the place to yourself.” | Grace | conformably added to Mr. Bender;<|quote|>“take your ease and your time. Everything’s open and visible, and, with our whole company dispersed, you’ll have the place to yourself.”</|quote|>He rose, in his genial | demurred. “Do go round,” she conformably added to Mr. Bender;<|quote|>“take your ease and your time. Everything’s open and visible, and, with our whole company dispersed, you’ll have the place to yourself.”</|quote|>He rose, in his genial mass, to the opportunity. “I’ll | appeared to determine Mr. Bender. “Well, Lady Grace, I’m after pictures, but I take them ‘neat.’ May I go right round here?” “Perhaps, love,” Lady Sandgate at once said, “you’ll let me show him.” “A moment, dear” --Lady Grace gently demurred. “Do go round,” she conformably added to Mr. Bender;<|quote|>“take your ease a... | “With a big Temperance school-feast?” “Mr. Bender’s a great judge of pictures,” Lady Sandgate said as to forestall any impression of excessive freedom. “Will there be more tea?” he pursued, almost presuming on this. It showed Lady Grace for comparatively candid and literal. “Oh, there’ll be plenty of tea.” This appear... | explained to his waiting friend, “is detained a moment in the park, open to-day to a big Temperance school-feast, where our party is mostly gathered; so that if you care to go out--!” She gave him in fine his choice. But this was clearly a thing that, in the conditions, Mr. Bender wasn’t the man to take precipitately;... | declared, “as many as you like.” “Oh, you must be there to protect me!” “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 aske... | 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. “‘Conclude’?” he echoed as... | 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 ... | The Outcry |
He rose, in his genial mass, to the opportunity. | No speaker | have the place to yourself.”<|quote|>He rose, in his genial mass, to the opportunity.</|quote|>“I’ll be in clover--sure!” But | our whole company dispersed, you’ll have the place to yourself.”<|quote|>He rose, in his genial mass, to the opportunity.</|quote|>“I’ll be in clover--sure!” But present to him was the | “Perhaps, love,” Lady Sandgate at once said, “you’ll let me show him.” “A moment, dear” --Lady Grace gently demurred. “Do go round,” she conformably added to Mr. Bender; “take your ease and your time. Everything’s open and visible, and, with our whole company dispersed, you’ll have the place to yourself.”<|quote|>He ro... | freedom. “Will there be more tea?” he pursued, almost presuming on this. It showed Lady Grace for comparatively candid and literal. “Oh, there’ll be plenty of tea.” This appeared to determine Mr. Bender. “Well, Lady Grace, I’m after pictures, but I take them ‘neat.’ May I go right round here?” “Perhaps, love,” Lady Sa... | is mostly gathered; so that if you care to go out--!” She gave him in fine his choice. But this was clearly a thing that, in the conditions, Mr. Bender wasn’t the man to take precipitately; though his big useful smile disguised his prudence. “Are there any pictures in the park?” Lady Grace’s facial response represente... | 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 ... | 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. “‘Conclude’?” he echoed as he approached a significantly small canvas. “You ladies want to get there before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do you ... | 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: “Lady Grace must know.” At this the young woman came forward, ... | The Outcry |
“I’ll be in clover--sure!” | Bender | genial mass, to the opportunity.<|quote|>“I’ll be in clover--sure!”</|quote|>But present to him was | yourself.” He rose, in his genial mass, to the opportunity.<|quote|>“I’ll be in clover--sure!”</|quote|>But present to him was the richest corner of the | me show him.” “A moment, dear” --Lady Grace gently demurred. “Do go round,” she conformably added to Mr. Bender; “take your ease and your time. Everything’s open and visible, and, with our whole company dispersed, you’ll have the place to yourself.” He rose, in his genial mass, to the opportunity.<|quote|>“I’ll be in c... | presuming on this. It showed Lady Grace for comparatively candid and literal. “Oh, there’ll be plenty of tea.” This appeared to determine Mr. Bender. “Well, Lady Grace, I’m after pictures, but I take them ‘neat.’ May I go right round here?” “Perhaps, love,” Lady Sandgate at once said, “you’ll let me show him.” “A momen... | go out--!” She gave him in fine his choice. But this was clearly a thing that, in the conditions, Mr. Bender wasn’t the man to take precipitately; though his big useful smile disguised his prudence. “Are there any pictures in the park?” Lady Grace’s facial response represented less humour perhaps, but more play. “We f... | 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 t... | the famous Dedborough pictures--stray specimens, by every presumption, lost a little in the whole bright bigness. “‘Conclude’?” he echoed as he approached a significantly small canvas. “You ladies want to get there before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?” he at once wen... | 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; ... | The Outcry |
But present to him was the richest corner of the pasture, which he could fluently enough name. | No speaker | opportunity. “I’ll be in clover--sure!”<|quote|>But present to him was the richest corner of the pasture, which he could fluently enough name.</|quote|>“And I’ll find ‘The Beautiful | his genial mass, to the opportunity. “I’ll be in clover--sure!”<|quote|>But present to him was the richest corner of the pasture, which he could fluently enough name.</|quote|>“And I’ll find ‘The Beautiful Duchess of Waterbridge’?” She indicated, | moment, dear” --Lady Grace gently demurred. “Do go round,” she conformably added to Mr. Bender; “take your ease and your time. Everything’s open and visible, and, with our whole company dispersed, you’ll have the place to yourself.” He rose, in his genial mass, to the opportunity. “I’ll be in clover--sure!”<|quote|>But... | showed Lady Grace for comparatively candid and literal. “Oh, there’ll be plenty of tea.” This appeared to determine Mr. Bender. “Well, Lady Grace, I’m after pictures, but I take them ‘neat.’ May I go right round here?” “Perhaps, love,” Lady Sandgate at once said, “you’ll let me show him.” “A moment, dear” --Lady Grace ... | him in fine his choice. But this was clearly a thing that, in the conditions, Mr. Bender wasn’t the man to take precipitately; though his big useful smile disguised his prudence. “Are there any pictures in the park?” Lady Grace’s facial response represented less humour perhaps, but more play. “We find our park itself r... | 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 youn... | specimens, by every presumption, lost a little in the whole bright bigness. “‘Conclude’?” he echoed as he approached a significantly small canvas. “You ladies want to get there before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?” he at once went on. “Oh, you can’t have _that!_” she... | 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,... | The Outcry |
“And I’ll find ‘The Beautiful Duchess of Waterbridge’?” | Bender | he could fluently enough name.<|quote|>“And I’ll find ‘The Beautiful Duchess of Waterbridge’?”</|quote|>She indicated, off to the | corner of the pasture, which he could fluently enough name.<|quote|>“And I’ll find ‘The Beautiful Duchess of Waterbridge’?”</|quote|>She indicated, off to the right, where a stately perspective | ease and your time. Everything’s open and visible, and, with our whole company dispersed, you’ll have the place to yourself.” He rose, in his genial mass, to the opportunity. “I’ll be in clover--sure!” But present to him was the richest corner of the pasture, which he could fluently enough name.<|quote|>“And I’ll find ... | determine Mr. Bender. “Well, Lady Grace, I’m after pictures, but I take them ‘neat.’ May I go right round here?” “Perhaps, love,” Lady Sandgate at once said, “you’ll let me show him.” “A moment, dear” --Lady Grace gently demurred. “Do go round,” she conformably added to Mr. Bender; “take your ease and your time. Everyt... | wasn’t the man to take precipitately; though his big useful smile disguised his prudence. “Are there any pictures in the park?” Lady Grace’s facial response represented less humour perhaps, but more play. “We find our park itself rather a picture.” Mr. Bender’s own levity at any rate persisted. “With a big Temperance s... | 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 ... | approached a significantly small canvas. “You ladies want to get there before the road’s so much as laid or the country’s safe! Do you know what this _here_ is?” he at once went on. “Oh, you can’t have _that!_” she cried as with full authority-- “and you must really understand that you can’t have everything. You mustn’... | in preoccupation, but she had urbanity to spare. “Of whom Lord John has told me,” she returned, “and whom I’m glad to see. Lord John,” she explained to his waiting friend, “is detained a moment in the park, open to-day to a big Temperance school-feast, where our party is mostly gathered; so that if you care to go out--... | The Outcry |
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