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“I went in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,” | Crimble | propriety of a prompt withdrawal.<|quote|>“I went in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,”</|quote|>Hugh explained, “to see your | back room; Gotch observing the propriety of a prompt withdrawal.<|quote|>“I went in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,”</|quote|>Hugh explained, “to see your famous Lawrence--which is splendid; he | the upper floors and the lower. She showed surprise at not immediately finding the visitor to whom she had been called. “But Mr. Crimble------?” “Here he is, my lady.” And he made way for that gentleman, who emerged from the back room; Gotch observing the propriety of a prompt withdrawal.<|quote|>“I went in for a minut... | person coming in faced Bruton Street; and she met there at this moment Mr. Gotch, her butler, who had just appeared in the much wider doorway forming opposite the Bruton Street windows an apartment not less ample, lighted from the back of the house and having its independent connection with the upper floors and the low... | her gesture cleared her path, permitting her to achieve her flight. “Never, no, never,” she repeated as she went-- “never, never, never!” She got off by the door at which she had been aiming to some retreat of her own, while aghast and defeated, left to make the best of it, he sank after a moment into a chair and remai... | such a matter I’m here, Lady Grace--I’m here with that fond question of my own.” And then as she turned away, leaving him with a vehement motion of protest: “I’ve come for your kind answer--the answer your father instructed me to count on.” “I’ve no kind answer to give you!” --she raised forbidding hands. “I entreat yo... | please, that, as I detach myself from any association with this gentleman’s ideas--whether about the Moretto or about anything else--his further application of them ceases from this moment to concern us.” The girl’s rejoinder was to address herself directly to Hugh, across their companion. “Will you make your inquiry f... | then as she turned away, leaving him with a vehement motion of protest: “I’ve come for your kind answer--the answer your father instructed me to count on.” “I’ve no kind answer to give you!” --she raised forbidding hands. “I entreat you to leave me alone.” There was so high a spirit and so strong a force in it that he ... | The Outcry |
Hugh explained, | No speaker | minute, with your servant’s permission,”<|quote|>Hugh explained,</|quote|>“to see your famous Lawrence--which | “I went in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,”<|quote|>Hugh explained,</|quote|>“to see your famous Lawrence--which is splendid; he was so | not immediately finding the visitor to whom she had been called. “But Mr. Crimble------?” “Here he is, my lady.” And he made way for that gentleman, who emerged from the back room; Gotch observing the propriety of a prompt withdrawal. “I went in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,”<|quote|>Hugh explained,</|q... | at this moment Mr. Gotch, her butler, who had just appeared in the much wider doorway forming opposite the Bruton Street windows an apartment not less ample, lighted from the back of the house and having its independent connection with the upper floors and the lower. She showed surprise at not immediately finding the v... | flight. “Never, no, never,” she repeated as she went-- “never, never, never!” She got off by the door at which she had been aiming to some retreat of her own, while aghast and defeated, left to make the best of it, he sank after a moment into a chair and remained quite pitiably staring before him, appealing to the grea... | fond question of my own.” And then as she turned away, leaving him with a vehement motion of protest: “I’ve come for your kind answer--the answer your father instructed me to count on.” “I’ve no kind answer to give you!” --she raised forbidding hands. “I entreat you to leave me alone.” There was so high a spirit and so... | this gentleman’s ideas--whether about the Moretto or about anything else--his further application of them ceases from this moment to concern us.” The girl’s rejoinder was to address herself directly to Hugh, across their companion. “Will you make your inquiry for _me_ then?” The light again kindled in him. “With all th... | force in it that he stared as if stricken by violence. “In God’s name then what has happened--when you almost gave me your word?” “What has happened is that I’ve found it impossible to listen to you.” And she moved as if fleeing she scarce knew whither before him. He had already hastened around another way, however, a... | The Outcry |
“to see your famous Lawrence--which is splendid; he was so good as to arrange the light.” | Crimble | your servant’s permission,” Hugh explained,<|quote|>“to see your famous Lawrence--which is splendid; he was so good as to arrange the light.”</|quote|>The young man’s dress was | in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,” Hugh explained,<|quote|>“to see your famous Lawrence--which is splendid; he was so good as to arrange the light.”</|quote|>The young man’s dress was of a form less relaxed | finding the visitor to whom she had been called. “But Mr. Crimble------?” “Here he is, my lady.” And he made way for that gentleman, who emerged from the back room; Gotch observing the propriety of a prompt withdrawal. “I went in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,” Hugh explained,<|quote|>“to see your famous... | moment Mr. Gotch, her butler, who had just appeared in the much wider doorway forming opposite the Bruton Street windows an apartment not less ample, lighted from the back of the house and having its independent connection with the upper floors and the lower. She showed surprise at not immediately finding the visitor t... | no, never,” she repeated as she went-- “never, never, never!” She got off by the door at which she had been aiming to some retreat of her own, while aghast and defeated, left to make the best of it, he sank after a moment into a chair and remained quite pitiably staring before him, appealing to the great blank splendou... | of my own.” And then as she turned away, leaving him with a vehement motion of protest: “I’ve come for your kind answer--the answer your father instructed me to count on.” “I’ve no kind answer to give you!” --she raised forbidding hands. “I entreat you to leave me alone.” There was so high a spirit and so strong a forc... | ideas--whether about the Moretto or about anything else--his further application of them ceases from this moment to concern us.” The girl’s rejoinder was to address herself directly to Hugh, across their companion. “Will you make your inquiry for _me_ then?” The light again kindled in him. “With all the pleasure in lif... | _we_ care--?” “I care immensely, I assure you,” she interrupted, “and I ask of you, please, to tell me!” Her perversity, coming straight and which he had so little expected, threw him back so that he looked at her with sombre eyes. “Ah, it’s not for such a matter I’m here, Lady Grace--I’m here with that fond question o... | The Outcry |
The young man’s dress was of a form less relaxed than on the occasion of his visit to Dedborough; yet the soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. | No speaker | as to arrange the light.”<|quote|>The young man’s dress was of a form less relaxed than on the occasion of his visit to Dedborough; yet the soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his... | splendid; he was so good as to arrange the light.”<|quote|>The young man’s dress was of a form less relaxed than on the occasion of his visit to Dedborough; yet the soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested ... | lady.” And he made way for that gentleman, who emerged from the back room; Gotch observing the propriety of a prompt withdrawal. “I went in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,” Hugh explained, “to see your famous Lawrence--which is splendid; he was so good as to arrange the light.”<|quote|>The young man’s dre... | the Bruton Street windows an apartment not less ample, lighted from the back of the house and having its independent connection with the upper floors and the lower. She showed surprise at not immediately finding the visitor to whom she had been called. “But Mr. Crimble------?” “Here he is, my lady.” And he made way for... | at which she had been aiming to some retreat of her own, while aghast and defeated, left to make the best of it, he sank after a moment into a chair and remained quite pitiably staring before him, appealing to the great blank splendour. BOOK SECOND I LADY SANDGATE, on a morning late in May, entered her drawing-room by ... | protest: “I’ve come for your kind answer--the answer your father instructed me to count on.” “I’ve no kind answer to give you!” --she raised forbidding hands. “I entreat you to leave me alone.” There was so high a spirit and so strong a force in it that he stared as if stricken by violence. “In God’s name then what has... | to concern us.” The girl’s rejoinder was to address herself directly to Hugh, across their companion. “Will you make your inquiry for _me_ then?” The light again kindled in him. “With all the pleasure in life!” He had found his cap and, taking them together, bowed to the two, for departure, with high emphasis of form. ... | never,” she repeated as she went-- “never, never, never!” She got off by the door at which she had been aiming to some retreat of her own, while aghast and defeated, left to make the best of it, he sank after a moment into a chair and remained quite pitiably staring before him, appealing to the great blank splendour. ... | The Outcry |
“Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” | Lady Sandgate | punctuality of his reported act.<|quote|>“Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.”</|quote|>“One sees, unmistakably, from her | at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act.<|quote|>“Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.”</|quote|>“One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any | was of a form less relaxed than on the occasion of his visit to Dedborough; yet the soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act.<|quote|>“Gotch thinks as much of my grandm... | way for that gentleman, who emerged from the back room; Gotch observing the propriety of a prompt withdrawal. “I went in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,” Hugh explained, “to see your famous Lawrence--which is splendid; he was so good as to arrange the light.” The young man’s dress was of a form less relax... | May, entered her drawing-room by the door that opened at the right of that charming retreat as a person coming in faced Bruton Street; and she met there at this moment Mr. Gotch, her butler, who had just appeared in the much wider doorway forming opposite the Bruton Street windows an apartment not less ample, lighted f... | “In God’s name then what has happened--when you almost gave me your word?” “What has happened is that I’ve found it impossible to listen to you.” And she moved as if fleeing she scarce knew whither before him. He had already hastened around another way, however, as to meet her in her quick circuit of the hall. “That’s... | of form. Then he marched off in the direction from which he had entered. Lord Theign scarce waited for his disappearance to turn in wrath to Lady Grace. “I denounce the indecency, wretched child, of your public defiance of me!” They were separated by a wide interval now, and though at her distance she met his reproof s... | I’m here, Lady Grace--I’m here with that fond question of my own.” And then as she turned away, leaving him with a vehement motion of protest: “I’ve come for your kind answer--the answer your father instructed me to count on.” “I’ve no kind answer to give you!” --she raised forbidding hands. “I entreat you to leave me ... | The Outcry |
“One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” | Crimble | her for his very own.”<|quote|>“One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,”</|quote|>Hugh allowed himself, not without | to have ended by taking her for his very own.”<|quote|>“One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,”</|quote|>Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; | rather restlessly crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.”<|quote|>“One sees, unmistakably, from... | a minute, with your servant’s permission,” Hugh explained, “to see your famous Lawrence--which is splendid; he was so good as to arrange the light.” The young man’s dress was of a form less relaxed than on the occasion of his visit to Dedborough; yet the soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked mar... | Bruton Street; and she met there at this moment Mr. Gotch, her butler, who had just appeared in the much wider doorway forming opposite the Bruton Street windows an apartment not less ample, lighted from the back of the house and having its independent connection with the upper floors and the lower. She showed surprise... | to listen to you.” And she moved as if fleeing she scarce knew whither before him. He had already hastened around another way, however, as to meet her in her quick circuit of the hall. “That’s all you’ve got to say to me after what has passed between us?” He had stopped her thus, but she had also stopped him, and her ... | turn in wrath to Lady Grace. “I denounce the indecency, wretched child, of your public defiance of me!” They were separated by a wide interval now, and though at her distance she met his reproof so unshrinkingly as perhaps to justify the terms into which it had broken, she became aware of a reason for his not following... | of that charming retreat as a person coming in faced Bruton Street; and she met there at this moment Mr. Gotch, her butler, who had just appeared in the much wider doorway forming opposite the Bruton Street windows an apartment not less ample, lighted from the back of the house and having its independent connection wit... | The Outcry |
Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; | No speaker | rate are of her line,”<|quote|>Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying;</|quote|>“and I must make sure | beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,”<|quote|>Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying;</|quote|>“and I must make sure of another look at her | Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,”<|quote|>Hugh allowed himself, not without confidenc... | he was so good as to arrange the light.” The young man’s dress was of a form less relaxed than on the occasion of his visit to Dedborough; yet the soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality... | just appeared in the much wider doorway forming opposite the Bruton Street windows an apartment not less ample, lighted from the back of the house and having its independent connection with the upper floors and the lower. She showed surprise at not immediately finding the visitor to whom she had been called. “But Mr. C... | him. He had already hastened around another way, however, as to meet her in her quick circuit of the hall. “That’s all you’ve got to say to me after what has passed between us?” He had stopped her thus, but she had also stopped him, and her passionate denial set him a limit. “I’ve got to say--sorry as I am--that if you... | defiance of me!” They were separated by a wide interval now, and though at her distance she met his reproof so unshrinkingly as perhaps to justify the terms into which it had broken, she became aware of a reason for his not following it up. She pronounced in quick warning “Lord John!” --for their friend, released from ... | she had been aiming to some retreat of her own, while aghast and defeated, left to make the best of it, he sank after a moment into a chair and remained quite pitiably staring before him, appealing to the great blank splendour. BOOK SECOND I LADY SANDGATE, on a morning late in May, entered her drawing-room by the door ... | The Outcry |
“and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” | Crimble | confidence, the amusement of replying;<|quote|>“and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.”</|quote|>His hostess heard him as | Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying;<|quote|>“and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.”</|quote|>His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. | his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying;<|quote|>“and I must make sure of anot... | young man’s dress was of a form less relaxed than on the occasion of his visit to Dedborough; yet the soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of... | Bruton Street windows an apartment not less ample, lighted from the back of the house and having its independent connection with the upper floors and the lower. She showed surprise at not immediately finding the visitor to whom she had been called. “But Mr. Crimble------?” “Here he is, my lady.” And he made way for tha... | to meet her in her quick circuit of the hall. “That’s all you’ve got to say to me after what has passed between us?” He had stopped her thus, but she had also stopped him, and her passionate denial set him a limit. “I’ve got to say--sorry as I am--that if you _must_ have an answer it’s this: that never, Lord John, neve... | now, and though at her distance she met his reproof so unshrinkingly as perhaps to justify the terms into which it had broken, she became aware of a reason for his not following it up. She pronounced in quick warning “Lord John!” --for their friend, released from among the pictures, was rejoining them, was already ther... | say--sorry as I am--that if you _must_ have an answer it’s this: that never, Lord John, never, can there be anything more between us.” And her gesture cleared her path, permitting her to achieve her flight. “Never, no, never,” she repeated as she went-- “never, never, never!” She got off by the door at which she had be... | The Outcry |
His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. | No speaker | a good deal more time.”<|quote|>His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope.</|quote|>“You hadn’t then come _for_ | look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.”<|quote|>His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope.</|quote|>“You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then | ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.”<|quote|>His hostess heard him as with a lapse of... | Dedborough; yet the soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very o... | its independent connection with the upper floors and the lower. She showed surprise at not immediately finding the visitor to whom she had been called. “But Mr. Crimble------?” “Here he is, my lady.” And he made way for that gentleman, who emerged from the back room; Gotch observing the propriety of a prompt withdrawal... | me after what has passed between us?” He had stopped her thus, but she had also stopped him, and her passionate denial set him a limit. “I’ve got to say--sorry as I am--that if you _must_ have an answer it’s this: that never, Lord John, never, can there be anything more between us.” And her gesture cleared her path, pe... | terms into which it had broken, she became aware of a reason for his not following it up. She pronounced in quick warning “Lord John!” --for their friend, released from among the pictures, was rejoining them, was already there. He spoke straight to his host on coming into sight. “Bender’s at last off, but” --he indica... | word?” “What has happened is that I’ve found it impossible to listen to you.” And she moved as if fleeing she scarce knew whither before him. He had already hastened around another way, however, as to meet her in her quick circuit of the hall. “That’s all you’ve got to say to me after what has passed between us?” He h... | The Outcry |
“You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” | Lady Sandgate | with a lapse of hope.<|quote|>“You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?”</|quote|>And then as he obviously | His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope.<|quote|>“You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?”</|quote|>And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite | unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope.<|quote|>“You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?”... | crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at a... | She showed surprise at not immediately finding the visitor to whom she had been called. “But Mr. Crimble------?” “Here he is, my lady.” And he made way for that gentleman, who emerged from the back room; Gotch observing the propriety of a prompt withdrawal. “I went in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,” Hugh... | her thus, but she had also stopped him, and her passionate denial set him a limit. “I’ve got to say--sorry as I am--that if you _must_ have an answer it’s this: that never, Lord John, never, can there be anything more between us.” And her gesture cleared her path, permitting her to achieve her flight. “Never, no, never... | a reason for his not following it up. She pronounced in quick warning “Lord John!” --for their friend, released from among the pictures, was rejoining them, was already there. He spoke straight to his host on coming into sight. “Bender’s at last off, but” --he indicated the direction of the garden front-- “you may sti... | great blank splendour. BOOK SECOND I LADY SANDGATE, on a morning late in May, entered her drawing-room by the door that opened at the right of that charming retreat as a person coming in faced Bruton Street; and she met there at this moment Mr. Gotch, her butler, who had just appeared in the much wider doorway forming ... | The Outcry |
And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else: | No speaker | come _for_ the poor dear?”<|quote|>And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else:</|quote|>“I thought, from so prompt | of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?”<|quote|>And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else:</|quote|>“I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might | rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?”<|quote|>And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for somet... | his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed him... | visitor to whom she had been called. “But Mr. Crimble------?” “Here he is, my lady.” And he made way for that gentleman, who emerged from the back room; Gotch observing the propriety of a prompt withdrawal. “I went in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,” Hugh explained, “to see your famous Lawrence--which is ... | and her passionate denial set him a limit. “I’ve got to say--sorry as I am--that if you _must_ have an answer it’s this: that never, Lord John, never, can there be anything more between us.” And her gesture cleared her path, permitting her to achieve her flight. “Never, no, never,” she repeated as she went-- “never, ne... | She pronounced in quick warning “Lord John!” --for their friend, released from among the pictures, was rejoining them, was already there. He spoke straight to his host on coming into sight. “Bender’s at last off, but” --he indicated the direction of the garden front-- “you may still find him, out yonder, prolonging th... | it that he stared as if stricken by violence. “In God’s name then what has happened--when you almost gave me your word?” “What has happened is that I’ve found it impossible to listen to you.” And she moved as if fleeing she scarce knew whither before him. He had already hastened around another way, however, as to meet... | The Outcry |
“I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!” | Lady Sandgate | but for something quite else:<|quote|>“I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!”</|quote|>It dropped with a yearning | then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else:<|quote|>“I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!”</|quote|>It dropped with a yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent | the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else:<|quote|>“I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she mig... | in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must mak... | he is, my lady.” And he made way for that gentleman, who emerged from the back room; Gotch observing the propriety of a prompt withdrawal. “I went in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,” Hugh explained, “to see your famous Lawrence--which is splendid; he was so good as to arrange the light.” The young man’s d... | say--sorry as I am--that if you _must_ have an answer it’s this: that never, Lord John, never, can there be anything more between us.” And her gesture cleared her path, permitting her to achieve her flight. “Never, no, never,” she repeated as she went-- “never, never, never!” She got off by the door at which she had be... | from among the pictures, was rejoining them, was already there. He spoke straight to his host on coming into sight. “Bender’s at last off, but” --he indicated the direction of the garden front-- “you may still find him, out yonder, prolonging the agony with Lady Sand-gate.” Lord Theign remained a moment, and the heat o... | as a person coming in faced Bruton Street; and she met there at this moment Mr. Gotch, her butler, who had just appeared in the much wider doorway forming opposite the Bruton Street windows an apartment not less ample, lighted from the back of the house and having its independent connection with the upper floors and th... | The Outcry |
It dropped with a yearning sigh. | No speaker | that she might be coveted--!”<|quote|>It dropped with a yearning sigh.</|quote|>“You imagined me sent by | from so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!”<|quote|>It dropped with a yearning sigh.</|quote|>“You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?” Hugh asked. | at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else: “I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!”<|quote|>It dropped with a yearning sigh.</|quote|>“You ... | my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” H... | emerged from the back room; Gotch observing the propriety of a prompt withdrawal. “I went in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,” Hugh explained, “to see your famous Lawrence--which is splendid; he was so good as to arrange the light.” The young man’s dress was of a form less relaxed than on the occasion of h... | that never, Lord John, never, can there be anything more between us.” And her gesture cleared her path, permitting her to achieve her flight. “Never, no, never,” she repeated as she went-- “never, never, never!” She got off by the door at which she had been aiming to some retreat of her own, while aghast and defeated, ... | straight to his host on coming into sight. “Bender’s at last off, but” --he indicated the direction of the garden front-- “you may still find him, out yonder, prolonging the agony with Lady Sand-gate.” Lord Theign remained a moment, and the heat of his resentment remained. He looked with a divided discretion, the pain ... | “Here he is, my lady.” And he made way for that gentleman, who emerged from the back room; Gotch observing the propriety of a prompt withdrawal. “I went in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,” Hugh explained, “to see your famous Lawrence--which is splendid; he was so good as to arrange the light.” The young m... | The Outcry |
“You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?” | Crimble | dropped with a yearning sigh.<|quote|>“You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?”</|quote|>Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall | she might be coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh.<|quote|>“You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?”</|quote|>Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall never do their work--unless to | deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else: “I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh.<|quote|>“You imagined me sent by some prowling... | seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a la... | observing the propriety of a prompt withdrawal. “I went in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,” Hugh explained, “to see your famous Lawrence--which is splendid; he was so good as to arrange the light.” The young man’s dress was of a form less relaxed than on the occasion of his visit to Dedborough; yet the so... | there be anything more between us.” And her gesture cleared her path, permitting her to achieve her flight. “Never, no, never,” she repeated as she went-- “never, never, never!” She got off by the door at which she had been aiming to some retreat of her own, while aghast and defeated, left to make the best of it, he sa... | into sight. “Bender’s at last off, but” --he indicated the direction of the garden front-- “you may still find him, out yonder, prolonging the agony with Lady Sand-gate.” Lord Theign remained a moment, and the heat of his resentment remained. He looked with a divided discretion, the pain of his indecision, from his dau... | strong a force in it that he stared as if stricken by violence. “In God’s name then what has happened--when you almost gave me your word?” “What has happened is that I’ve found it impossible to listen to you.” And she moved as if fleeing she scarce knew whither before him. He had already hastened around another way, h... | The Outcry |
Hugh asked. | No speaker | sent by some prowling collector?”<|quote|>Hugh asked.</|quote|>“Ah, I shall never do | yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?”<|quote|>Hugh asked.</|quote|>“Ah, I shall never do their work--unless to betray them: | with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else: “I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?”<|quote|>Hugh asked.</|quote|>“Ah, I s... | his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _fo... | went in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,” Hugh explained, “to see your famous Lawrence--which is splendid; he was so good as to arrange the light.” The young man’s dress was of a form less relaxed than on the occasion of his visit to Dedborough; yet the soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as h... | gesture cleared her path, permitting her to achieve her flight. “Never, no, never,” she repeated as she went-- “never, never, never!” She got off by the door at which she had been aiming to some retreat of her own, while aghast and defeated, left to make the best of it, he sank after a moment into a chair and remained ... | indicated the direction of the garden front-- “you may still find him, out yonder, prolonging the agony with Lady Sand-gate.” Lord Theign remained a moment, and the heat of his resentment remained. He looked with a divided discretion, the pain of his indecision, from his daughter’s suitor and his approved candidate to ... | happened is that I’ve found it impossible to listen to you.” And she moved as if fleeing she scarce knew whither before him. He had already hastened around another way, however, as to meet her in her quick circuit of the hall. “That’s all you’ve got to say to me after what has passed between us?” He had stopped her th... | The Outcry |
“Ah, I shall never do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” | Crimble | some prowling collector?” Hugh asked.<|quote|>“Ah, I shall never do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.”</|quote|>“You’ve known ... | “You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?” Hugh asked.<|quote|>“Ah, I shall never do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.... | lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else: “I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?” Hugh asked.<|quote|>“Ah, I shall never do th... | own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the po... | for a minute, with your servant’s permission,” Hugh explained, “to see your famous Lawrence--which is splendid; he was so good as to arrange the light.” The young man’s dress was of a form less relaxed than on the occasion of his visit to Dedborough; yet the soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked... | her path, permitting her to achieve her flight. “Never, no, never,” she repeated as she went-- “never, never, never!” She got off by the door at which she had been aiming to some retreat of her own, while aghast and defeated, left to make the best of it, he sank after a moment into a chair and remained quite pitiably s... | direction of the garden front-- “you may still find him, out yonder, prolonging the agony with Lady Sand-gate.” Lord Theign remained a moment, and the heat of his resentment remained. He looked with a divided discretion, the pain of his indecision, from his daughter’s suitor and his approved candidate to that contumaci... | Mr. Gotch, her butler, who had just appeared in the much wider doorway forming opposite the Bruton Street windows an apartment not less ample, lighted from the back of the house and having its independent connection with the upper floors and the lower. She showed surprise at not immediately finding the visitor to whom ... | The Outcry |
“You’ve known then of her being with me?” | Lady Sandgate | can kindly give me time.”<|quote|>“You’ve known then of her being with me?”</|quote|>“I’ve known of her coming | a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.”<|quote|>“You’ve known then of her being with me?”</|quote|>“I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving | prowling collector?” Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall never do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.”<|quote|>“You’ve known then of her be... | him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else: “I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?” Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall never... | soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmi... | of it, he sank after a moment into a chair and remained quite pitiably staring before him, appealing to the great blank splendour. BOOK SECOND I LADY SANDGATE, on a morning late in May, entered her drawing-room by the door that opened at the right of that charming retreat as a person coming in faced Bruton Street; and ... | his approved candidate to that contumacious young woman and back again; then choosing his course in silence he had a gesture of almost desperate indifference and passed quickly out by the door to the terrace. It had left Lord John gaping. “What on earth’s the matter with your father?” “What on earth indeed?” Lady Grace... | soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmi... | The Outcry |
“I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” | Crimble | of her being with me?”<|quote|>“I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,”</|quote|>he explained; “of her wishing | me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?”<|quote|>“I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,”</|quote|>he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her | do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?”<|quote|>“I’ve known of her coming to you strai... | hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else: “I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?” Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall never do their work--unless to betray t... | as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate a... | a chair and remained quite pitiably staring before him, appealing to the great blank splendour. BOOK SECOND I LADY SANDGATE, on a morning late in May, entered her drawing-room by the door that opened at the right of that charming retreat as a person coming in faced Bruton Street; and she met there at this moment Mr. Go... | and back again; then choosing his course in silence he had a gesture of almost desperate indifference and passed quickly out by the door to the terrace. It had left Lord John gaping. “What on earth’s the matter with your father?” “What on earth indeed?” Lady Grace unaidingly asked. “Is he discussing with that awful man... | to achieve her flight. “Never, no, never,” she repeated as she went-- “never, never, never!” She got off by the door at which she had been aiming to some retreat of her own, while aghast and defeated, left to make the best of it, he sank after a moment into a chair and remained quite pitiably staring before him, appeal... | The Outcry |
he explained; | No speaker | you straight on leaving Dedborough,”<|quote|>he explained;</|quote|>“of her wishing not to | known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,”<|quote|>he explained;</|quote|>“of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and | least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,”<|quote|>he explained;</|quote|>“of her wishi... | obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else: “I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?” Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall never do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m he... | appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without conf... | the great blank splendour. BOOK SECOND I LADY SANDGATE, on a morning late in May, entered her drawing-room by the door that opened at the right of that charming retreat as a person coming in faced Bruton Street; and she met there at this moment Mr. Gotch, her butler, who had just appeared in the much wider doorway form... | a gesture of almost desperate indifference and passed quickly out by the door to the terrace. It had left Lord John gaping. “What on earth’s the matter with your father?” “What on earth indeed?” Lady Grace unaidingly asked. “Is he discussing with that awful man?” “Old Bender? Do you think him so awful?” Lord John showe... | visitor to whom she had been called. “But Mr. Crimble------?” “Here he is, my lady.” And he made way for that gentleman, who emerged from the back room; Gotch observing the propriety of a prompt withdrawal. “I went in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,” Hugh explained, “to see your famous Lawrence--which is ... | The Outcry |
“of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” | Crimble | on leaving Dedborough,” he explained;<|quote|>“of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.”</|quote|>“And you’ve learnt it from | her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained;<|quote|>“of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.”</|quote|>“And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or | I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained;<|quote|>“of her wishing not to go to her sister... | but for something quite else: “I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?” Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall never do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at th... | Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusem... | blank splendour. BOOK SECOND I LADY SANDGATE, on a morning late in May, entered her drawing-room by the door that opened at the right of that charming retreat as a person coming in faced Bruton Street; and she met there at this moment Mr. Gotch, her butler, who had just appeared in the much wider doorway forming opposi... | of almost desperate indifference and passed quickly out by the door to the terrace. It had left Lord John gaping. “What on earth’s the matter with your father?” “What on earth indeed?” Lady Grace unaidingly asked. “Is he discussing with that awful man?” “Old Bender? Do you think him so awful?” Lord John showed surprise... | back room; Gotch observing the propriety of a prompt withdrawal. “I went in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,” Hugh explained, “to see your famous Lawrence--which is splendid; he was so good as to arrange the light.” The young man’s dress was of a form less relaxed than on the occasion of his visit to Dedbo... | The Outcry |
“And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or four weeks?” | Lady Sandgate | proceeding, to some foreign part.”<|quote|>“And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or four weeks?”</|quote|>“I’ve met her--but just barely--two | being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.”<|quote|>“And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or four weeks?”</|quote|>“I’ve met her--but just barely--two or three times: at a | “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.”<|quote|>“And you’ve learnt it from having s... | prowling collector?” Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall never do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with... | her for his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then ... | a person coming in faced Bruton Street; and she met there at this moment Mr. Gotch, her butler, who had just appeared in the much wider doorway forming opposite the Bruton Street windows an apartment not less ample, lighted from the back of the house and having its independent connection with the upper floors and the l... | on earth indeed?” Lady Grace unaidingly asked. “Is he discussing with that awful man?” “Old Bender? Do you think him so awful?” Lord John showed surprise--which might indeed have passed for harmless amusement; but he shook everything off in view of a nearer interest. He quite waved old Bender away. “My dear girl, what ... | immediately finding the visitor to whom she had been called. “But Mr. Crimble------?” “Here he is, my lady.” And he made way for that gentleman, who emerged from the back room; Gotch observing the propriety of a prompt withdrawal. “I went in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,” Hugh explained, “to see your fa... | The Outcry |
“I’ve met her--but just barely--two or three times: at a ‘private view’ at the opera, in the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” | Crimble | her--these three or four weeks?”<|quote|>“I’ve met her--but just barely--two or three times: at a ‘private view’ at the opera, in the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor | learnt it from having seen her--these three or four weeks?”<|quote|>“I’ve met her--but just barely--two or three times: at a ‘private view’ at the opera, in the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she only turned on | coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or four weeks?”<|quote|>“I’ve met her--but just ... | betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he ex... | you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for so... | this moment Mr. Gotch, her butler, who had just appeared in the much wider doorway forming opposite the Bruton Street windows an apartment not less ample, lighted from the back of the house and having its independent connection with the upper floors and the lower. She showed surprise at not immediately finding the visi... | awful man?” “Old Bender? Do you think him so awful?” Lord John showed surprise--which might indeed have passed for harmless amusement; but he shook everything off in view of a nearer interest. He quite waved old Bender away. “My dear girl, what do _we_ care--?” “I care immensely, I assure you,” she interrupted, “and I ... | whither before him. He had already hastened around another way, however, as to meet her in her quick circuit of the hall. “That’s all you’ve got to say to me after what has passed between us?” He had stopped her thus, but she had also stopped him, and her passionate denial set him a limit. “I’ve got to say--sorry as I ... | The Outcry |
Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she only turned on him her thick lustre. | No speaker | But she hasn’t told you?”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she only turned on him her thick lustre.</|quote|>“I wanted to see how | and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she only turned on him her thick lustre.</|quote|>“I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited | being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or four weeks?” “I’ve met her--but just barely--two or three times: at a ‘private view’ at the opera, in the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate neither affirmed no... | a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some fo... | when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else: “I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent by some... | the back of the house and having its independent connection with the upper floors and the lower. She showed surprise at not immediately finding the visitor to whom she had been called. “But Mr. Crimble------?” “Here he is, my lady.” And he made way for that gentleman, who emerged from the back room; Gotch observing the... | of a nearer interest. He quite waved old Bender away. “My dear girl, what do _we_ care--?” “I care immensely, I assure you,” she interrupted, “and I ask of you, please, to tell me!” Her perversity, coming straight and which he had so little expected, threw him back so that he looked at her with sombre eyes. “Ah, it’s n... | some retreat of her own, while aghast and defeated, left to make the best of it, he sank after a moment into a chair and remained quite pitiably staring before him, appealing to the great blank splendour. BOOK SECOND I LADY SANDGATE, on a morning late in May, entered her drawing-room by the door that opened at the righ... | The Outcry |
“I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” | Lady Sandgate | on him her thick lustre.<|quote|>“I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.”</|quote|>She waited even as for | nor denied; she only turned on him her thick lustre.<|quote|>“I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.”</|quote|>She waited even as for more, but this not coming | from having seen her--these three or four weeks?” “I’ve met her--but just barely--two or three times: at a ‘private view’ at the opera, in the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she only turned on him her thick lustre.<|quote|>“I wanted to see how much _y... | her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or four w... | lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else: “I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?” Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall never do their work... | and the lower. She showed surprise at not immediately finding the visitor to whom she had been called. “But Mr. Crimble------?” “Here he is, my lady.” And he made way for that gentleman, who emerged from the back room; Gotch observing the propriety of a prompt withdrawal. “I went in for a minute, with your servant’s pe... | do _we_ care--?” “I care immensely, I assure you,” she interrupted, “and I ask of you, please, to tell me!” Her perversity, coming straight and which he had so little expected, threw him back so that he looked at her with sombre eyes. “Ah, it’s not for such a matter I’m here, Lady Grace--I’m here with that fond questio... | your famous Lawrence--which is splendid; he was so good as to arrange the light.” The young man’s dress was of a form less relaxed than on the occasion of his visit to Dedborough; yet the soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate ... | The Outcry |
She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. | No speaker | see how much _you’d_ tell.”<|quote|>She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself.</|quote|>“Once again at dinner?” “Yes, | thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.”<|quote|>She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself.</|quote|>“Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” | “I’ve met her--but just barely--two or three times: at a ‘private view’ at the opera, in the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she only turned on him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.”<|quote|>She waited even as for more, but this... | coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or four weeks?” “I’ve met her--but just barely--... | the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else: “I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?” Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall never do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t... | immediately finding the visitor to whom she had been called. “But Mr. Crimble------?” “Here he is, my lady.” And he made way for that gentleman, who emerged from the back room; Gotch observing the propriety of a prompt withdrawal. “I went in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,” Hugh explained, “to see your fa... | you,” she interrupted, “and I ask of you, please, to tell me!” Her perversity, coming straight and which he had so little expected, threw him back so that he looked at her with sombre eyes. “Ah, it’s not for such a matter I’m here, Lady Grace--I’m here with that fond question of my own.” And then as she turned away, le... | the occasion of his visit to Dedborough; yet the soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended... | The Outcry |
“Once again at dinner?” | Lady Sandgate | not coming she helped herself.<|quote|>“Once again at dinner?”</|quote|>“Yes, but alas not near | as for more, but this not coming she helped herself.<|quote|>“Once again at dinner?”</|quote|>“Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a | the opera, in the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she only turned on him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself.<|quote|>“Once again at dinner?”</|quote|>“Yes, but ... | to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or four weeks?” “I’ve met her--but just barely--two or three times: at a ‘private view’ at the opera, in the lobby, and that sort... | else: “I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?” Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall never do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask yo... | “Here he is, my lady.” And he made way for that gentleman, who emerged from the back room; Gotch observing the propriety of a prompt withdrawal. “I went in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,” Hugh explained, “to see your famous Lawrence--which is splendid; he was so good as to arrange the light.” The young m... | perversity, coming straight and which he had so little expected, threw him back so that he looked at her with sombre eyes. “Ah, it’s not for such a matter I’m here, Lady Grace--I’m here with that fond question of my own.” And then as she turned away, leaving him with a vehement motion of protest: “I’ve come for your ki... | chair and remained quite pitiably staring before him, appealing to the great blank splendour. BOOK SECOND I LADY SANDGATE, on a morning late in May, entered her drawing-room by the door that opened at the right of that charming retreat as a person coming in faced Bruton Street; and she met there at this moment Mr. Gotc... | The Outcry |
“Yes, but alas not near her!” | Crimble | herself. “Once again at dinner?”<|quote|>“Yes, but alas not near her!”</|quote|>“Once then at a private | this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?”<|quote|>“Yes, but alas not near her!”</|quote|>“Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they | lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she only turned on him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?”<|quote|>“Yes, but alas not near her!”</|quote... | sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or four weeks?” “I’ve met her--but just barely--two or three times: at a ‘private view’ at the opera, in the lobby, and that sort of thing. Bu... | so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?” Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall never do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing... | lady.” And he made way for that gentleman, who emerged from the back room; Gotch observing the propriety of a prompt withdrawal. “I went in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,” Hugh explained, “to see your famous Lawrence--which is splendid; he was so good as to arrange the light.” The young man’s dress was o... | which he had so little expected, threw him back so that he looked at her with sombre eyes. “Ah, it’s not for such a matter I’m here, Lady Grace--I’m here with that fond question of my own.” And then as she turned away, leaving him with a vehement motion of protest: “I’ve come for your kind answer--the answer your fathe... | “never, never, never!” She got off by the door at which she had been aiming to some retreat of her own, while aghast and defeated, left to make the best of it, he sank after a moment into a chair and remained quite pitiably staring before him, appealing to the great blank splendour. BOOK SECOND I LADY SANDGATE... | The Outcry |
“Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” | Lady Sandgate | but alas not near her!”<|quote|>“Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!”</|quote|>The young man, his hilarity | “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!”<|quote|>“Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!”</|quote|>The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment | But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she only turned on him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!”<|quote|>“Once then at a private view?--when, w... | proceeded, as they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or four weeks?” “I’ve met her--but just barely--two or three times: at a ‘private view’ at the opera, in the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate ... | might be coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?” Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall never do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a partic... | that gentleman, who emerged from the back room; Gotch observing the propriety of a prompt withdrawal. “I went in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,” Hugh explained, “to see your famous Lawrence--which is splendid; he was so good as to arrange the light.” The young man’s dress was of a form less relaxed than ... | threw him back so that he looked at her with sombre eyes. “Ah, it’s not for such a matter I’m here, Lady Grace--I’m here with that fond question of my own.” And then as she turned away, leaving him with a vehement motion of protest: “I’ve come for your kind answer--the answer your father instructed me to count on.” “I’... | permitting her to achieve her flight. “Never, no, never,” she repeated as she went-- “never, never, never!” She got off by the door at which she had been aiming to some retreat of her own, while aghast and defeated, left to make the best of it, he sank after a moment into a chair and remained quite pitiably staring bef... | The Outcry |
The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. | No speaker | been very near her indeed!”<|quote|>The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth.</|quote|>“Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And | usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!”<|quote|>The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth.</|quote|>“Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in | wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!”<|quote|>The young man, his hilarity quickened... | having seen her--these three or four weeks?” “I’ve met her--but just barely--two or three times: at a ‘private view’ at the opera, in the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she only turned on him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” ... | I shall never do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you... | a minute, with your servant’s permission,” Hugh explained, “to see your famous Lawrence--which is splendid; he was so good as to arrange the light.” The young man’s dress was of a form less relaxed than on the occasion of his visit to Dedborough; yet the soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked mar... | here, Lady Grace--I’m here with that fond question of my own.” And then as she turned away, leaving him with a vehement motion of protest: “I’ve come for your kind answer--the answer your father instructed me to count on.” “I’ve no kind answer to give you!” --she raised forbidding hands. “I entreat you to leave me alon... | staring before him, appealing to the great blank splendour. BOOK SECOND I LADY SANDGATE, on a morning late in May, entered her drawing-room by the door that opened at the right of that charming retreat as a person coming in faced Bruton Street; and she met there at this moment Mr. Gotch, her butler, who had just appear... | The Outcry |
“Yes--it _was_ a squash!” | Crimble | a moment for the truth.<|quote|>“Yes--it _was_ a squash!”</|quote|>“And once,” his hostess pursued, | his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth.<|quote|>“Yes--it _was_ a squash!”</|quote|>“And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the | but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth.<|quote|>“Yes--it _was_ a squash!”</|quot... | three times: at a ‘private view’ at the opera, in the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she only turned on him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at ... | the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go ... | is splendid; he was so good as to arrange the light.” The young man’s dress was of a form less relaxed than on the occasion of his visit to Dedborough; yet the soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in th... | as she turned away, leaving him with a vehement motion of protest: “I’ve come for your kind answer--the answer your father instructed me to count on.” “I’ve no kind answer to give you!” --she raised forbidding hands. “I entreat you to leave me alone.” There was so high a spirit and so strong a force in it that he stare... | floors and the lower. She showed surprise at not immediately finding the visitor to whom she had been called. “But Mr. Crimble------?” “Here he is, my lady.” And he made way for that gentleman, who emerged from the back room; Gotch observing the propriety of a prompt withdrawal. “I went in for a minute, with your serva... | The Outcry |
“And once,” | Lady Sandgate | truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!”<|quote|>“And once,”</|quote|>his hostess pursued, “in the | but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!”<|quote|>“And once,”</|quote|>his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After | she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!”<|quote|>“And once,”</|quote|>his h... | ‘private view’ at the opera, in the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she only turned on him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but... | here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of L... | so good as to arrange the light.” The young man’s dress was of a form less relaxed than on the occasion of his visit to Dedborough; yet the soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his... | leaving him with a vehement motion of protest: “I’ve come for your kind answer--the answer your father instructed me to count on.” “I’ve no kind answer to give you!” --she raised forbidding hands. “I entreat you to leave me alone.” There was so high a spirit and so strong a force in it that he stared as if stricken by ... | unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And the... | The Outcry |
his hostess pursued, | No speaker | _was_ a squash!” “And once,”<|quote|>his hostess pursued,</|quote|>“in the lobby of the | moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,”<|quote|>his hostess pursued,</|quote|>“in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with | herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,”<|quote|>his hostess pursued,</|qu... | at the opera, in the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she only turned on him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near ... | at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s ha... | as to arrange the light.” The young man’s dress was of a form less relaxed than on the occasion of his visit to Dedborough; yet the soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reporte... | with a vehement motion of protest: “I’ve come for your kind answer--the answer your father instructed me to count on.” “I’ve no kind answer to give you!” --she raised forbidding hands. “I entreat you to leave me alone.” There was so high a spirit and so strong a force in it that he stared as if stricken by violence. “I... | drawing-room by the door that opened at the right of that charming retreat as a person coming in faced Bruton Street; and she met there at this moment Mr. Gotch, her butler, who had just appeared in the much wider doorway forming opposite the Bruton Street windows an apartment not less ample, lighted from the back of t... | The Outcry |
“in the lobby of the opera?” | Lady Sandgate | “And once,” his hostess pursued,<|quote|>“in the lobby of the opera?”</|quote|>“After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some | truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued,<|quote|>“in the lobby of the opera?”</|quote|>“After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t | at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued,<|quote|>“in the lobby of the oper... | in the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she only turned on him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once th... | hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded... | the light.” The young man’s dress was of a form less relaxed than on the occasion of his visit to Dedborough; yet the soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch ... | motion of protest: “I’ve come for your kind answer--the answer your father instructed me to count on.” “I’ve no kind answer to give you!” --she raised forbidding hands. “I entreat you to leave me alone.” There was so high a spirit and so strong a force in it that he stared as if stricken by violence. “In God’s name the... | of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another l... | The Outcry |
“After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” | Crimble | the lobby of the opera?”<|quote|>“After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.”</|quote|>She recognised; she estimated the | once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?”<|quote|>“After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.”</|quote|>She recognised; she estimated the grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are | near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?”<|quote|>“After ‘Tristan’--yes; but ... | of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she only turned on him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when,... | my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or being on th... | was of a form less relaxed than on the occasion of his visit to Dedborough; yet the soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as... | your kind answer--the answer your father instructed me to count on.” “I’ve no kind answer to give you!” --she raised forbidding hands. “I entreat you to leave me alone.” There was so high a spirit and so strong a force in it that he stared as if stricken by violence. “In God’s name then what has happened--when you almo... | your famous Lawrence--which is splendid; he was so good as to arrange the light.” The young man’s dress was of a form less relaxed than on the occasion of his visit to Dedborough; yet the soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate ... | The Outcry |
She recognised; she estimated the grandeur. | No speaker | grand people I didn’t know.”<|quote|>She recognised; she estimated the grandeur.</|quote|>“Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! | ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.”<|quote|>She recognised; she estimated the grandeur.</|quote|>“Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she asked, “you’ve | they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.”<|quote|>She recognised; she... | nor denied; she only turned on him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near he... | she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve l... | his visit to Dedborough; yet the soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her f... | “I’ve no kind answer to give you!” --she raised forbidding hands. “I entreat you to leave me alone.” There was so high a spirit and so strong a force in it that he stared as if stricken by violence. “In God’s name then what has happened--when you almost gave me your word?” “What has happened is that I’ve found it impos... | confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else: “I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she... | The Outcry |
“Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” | Lady Sandgate | recognised; she estimated the grandeur.<|quote|>“Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,”</|quote|>she asked, “you’ve come, you | people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated the grandeur.<|quote|>“Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,”</|quote|>she asked, “you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?” “Very important, | been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated the grandeur.<|quote|>“Oh, the... | him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his h... | “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve learnt it from having seen her-... | soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmi... | you!” --she raised forbidding hands. “I entreat you to leave me alone.” There was so high a spirit and so strong a force in it that he stared as if stricken by violence. “In God’s name then what has happened--when you almost gave me your word?” “What has happened is that I’ve found it impossible to listen to you.” And ... | of it, he sank after a moment into a chair and remained quite pitiably staring before him, appealing to the great blank splendour. BOOK SECOND I LADY SANDGATE, on a morning late in May, entered her drawing-room by the door that opened at the right of that charming retreat as a person coming in faced Bruton Street; and ... | The Outcry |
she asked, | No speaker | Pennimans are nobody! But now,”<|quote|>she asked,</|quote|>“you’ve come, you say, on | estimated the grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,”<|quote|>she asked,</|quote|>“you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?” “Very important, please--which accounts | man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated the grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,”<|quote|>she a... | see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a momen... | me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or four weeks?” “I’ve me... | crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at a... | you to leave me alone.” There was so high a spirit and so strong a force in it that he stared as if stricken by violence. “In God’s name then what has happened--when you almost gave me your word?” “What has happened is that I’ve found it impossible to listen to you.” And she moved as if fleeing she scarce knew whither ... | more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else: “I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?” ... | The Outcry |
“you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?” | Lady Sandgate | nobody! But now,” she asked,<|quote|>“you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?”</|quote|>“Very important, please--which accounts for | grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she asked,<|quote|>“you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?”</|quote|>“Very important, please--which accounts for the hour I’ve ventured and | hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated the grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she asked,<|quote|>“yo... | much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for th... | known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or four weeks?” “I’ve met her--but ... | he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are ... | leave me alone.” There was so high a spirit and so strong a force in it that he stared as if stricken by violence. “In God’s name then what has happened--when you almost gave me your word?” “What has happened is that I’ve found it impossible to listen to you.” And she moved as if fleeing she scarce knew whither before ... | at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for someth... | The Outcry |
“Very important, please--which accounts for the hour I’ve ventured and the appearance I present.” | Crimble | come, you say, on ‘business’?”<|quote|>“Very important, please--which accounts for the hour I’ve ventured and the appearance I present.”</|quote|>“I don’t ask you too | But now,” she asked, “you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?”<|quote|>“Very important, please--which accounts for the hour I’ve ventured and the appearance I present.”</|quote|>“I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate | for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated the grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she asked, “you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?”<|quote|>“V... | as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “... | straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or four weeks?” “I’ve met her--but just barely--two or three t... | his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed him... | high a spirit and so strong a force in it that he stared as if stricken by violence. “In God’s name then what has happened--when you almost gave me your word?” “What has happened is that I’ve found it impossible to listen to you.” And she moved as if fleeing she scarce knew whither before him. He had already hastened ... | her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or four w... | The Outcry |
“I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” | Lady Sandgate | and the appearance I present.”<|quote|>“I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but | for the hour I’ve ventured and the appearance I present.”<|quote|>“I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder if | lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated the grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she asked, “you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?” “Very important, please--which accounts for the hour I’ve ventured and the appearance I pres... | “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’... | sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or four weeks?” “I’ve met her--but just barely--two or three times: at a ‘private view’ at the opera, in the lobby, and that sort of thing. Bu... | of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another l... | if stricken by violence. “In God’s name then what has happened--when you almost gave me your word?” “What has happened is that I’ve found it impossible to listen to you.” And she moved as if fleeing she scarce knew whither before him. He had already hastened around another way, however, as to meet her in her quick cir... | Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or being on the point of proc... | The Outcry |
Lady Sandgate kindly said; | No speaker | you too much to ‘account,’”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate kindly said;</|quote|>“but I can’t not wonder | I present.” “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate kindly said;</|quote|>“but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you | some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated the grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she asked, “you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?” “Very important, please--which accounts for the hour I’ve ventured and the appearance I present.” “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’”<|quote... | at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I... | they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or four weeks?” “I’ve met her--but just barely--two or three times: at a ‘private view’ at the opera, in the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither affirm... | of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.... | what has happened--when you almost gave me your word?” “What has happened is that I’ve found it impossible to listen to you.” And she moved as if fleeing she scarce knew whither before him. He had already hastened around another way, however, as to meet her in her quick circuit of the hall. “That’s all you’ve got to s... | vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without... | The Outcry |
“but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.” | Lady Sandgate | ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said;<|quote|>“but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.”</|quote|>He cast about. “She has | ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said;<|quote|>“but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.”</|quote|>He cast about. “She has had no chance to tell | I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated the grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she asked, “you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?” “Very important, please--which accounts for the hour I’ve ventured and the appearance I present.” “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said;<|qu... | with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recogni... | on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or four weeks?” “I’ve met her--but just barely--two or three times: at a ‘private view’ at the opera, in the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she ... | I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard h... | almost gave me your word?” “What has happened is that I’ve found it impossible to listen to you.” And she moved as if fleeing she scarce knew whither before him. He had already hastened around another way, however, as to meet her in her quick circuit of the hall. “That’s all you’ve got to say to me after what has pass... | himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else: “I thought, from so prompt ... | The Outcry |
He cast about. | No speaker | you what things have happened.”<|quote|>He cast about.</|quote|>“She has had no chance | wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.”<|quote|>He cast about.</|quote|>“She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the | But now,” she asked, “you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?” “Very important, please--which accounts for the hour I’ve ventured and the appearance I present.” “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.”<|quote|>He cast abo... | The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated the grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she... | having seen her--these three or four weeks?” “I’ve met her--but just barely--two or three times: at a ‘private view’ at the opera, in the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she only turned on him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” ... | “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dea... | to listen to you.” And she moved as if fleeing she scarce knew whither before him. He had already hastened around another way, however, as to meet her in her quick circuit of the hall. “That’s all you’ve got to say to me after what has passed between us?” He had stopped her thus, but she had also stopped him, and her ... | a prompt withdrawal. “I went in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,” Hugh explained, “to see your famous Lawrence--which is splendid; he was so good as to arrange the light.” The young man’s dress was of a form less relaxed than on the occasion of his visit to Dedborough; yet the soft felt hat that he rather ... | The Outcry |
“She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.” | Crimble | have happened.” He cast about.<|quote|>“She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.”</|quote|>“Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” | hasn’t told you what things have happened.” He cast about.<|quote|>“She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.”</|quote|>“Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it | asked, “you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?” “Very important, please--which accounts for the hour I’ve ventured and the appearance I present.” “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.” He cast about.<|quote|>“She has h... | his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated the grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she asked, “you’ve... | three or four weeks?” “I’ve met her--but just barely--two or three times: at a ‘private view’ at the opera, in the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she only turned on him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for ... | from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviou... | you.” And she moved as if fleeing she scarce knew whither before him. He had already hastened around another way, however, as to meet her in her quick circuit of the hall. “That’s all you’ve got to say to me after what has passed between us?” He had stopped her thus, but she had also stopped him, and her passionate de... | not immediately finding the visitor to whom she had been called. “But Mr. Crimble------?” “Here he is, my lady.” And he made way for that gentleman, who emerged from the back room; Gotch observing the propriety of a prompt withdrawal. “I went in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,” Hugh explained, “to see you... | The Outcry |
“Without the reason?” | Lady Sandgate | fact of her being here.”<|quote|>“Without the reason?”</|quote|>“‘The reason’?” he echoed. She | to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.”<|quote|>“Without the reason?”</|quote|>“‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. | ventured and the appearance I present.” “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.” He cast about. “She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.”<|quote|>“Without the reason?”</|quote|>“‘T... | once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated the grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she asked, “you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?” “Very important, please--which accounts for the hour I’v... | view’ at the opera, in the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she only turned on him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not... | not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else: “I thought, from so prompt an intere... | already hastened around another way, however, as to meet her in her quick circuit of the hall. “That’s all you’ve got to say to me after what has passed between us?” He had stopped her thus, but she had also stopped him, and her passionate denial set him a limit. “I’ve got to say--sorry as I am--that if you _must_ have... | with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or four weeks?” “I’... | The Outcry |
“‘The reason’?” | Crimble | being here.” “Without the reason?”<|quote|>“‘The reason’?”</|quote|>he echoed. She gave it | anything--beyond the fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?”<|quote|>“‘The reason’?”</|quote|>he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with | appearance I present.” “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.” He cast about. “She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?”<|quote|>“‘The reason’?”</|quote|>he e... | pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated the grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she asked, “you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?” “Very important, please--which accounts for the hour I’ve ventured and the ... | opera, in the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she only turned on him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “... | the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else: “I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might be co... | another way, however, as to meet her in her quick circuit of the hall. “That’s all you’ve got to say to me after what has passed between us?” He had stopped her thus, but she had also stopped him, and her passionate denial set him a limit. “I’ve got to say--sorry as I am--that if you _must_ have an answer it’s this: th... | his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _fo... | The Outcry |
he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. | No speaker | “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?”<|quote|>he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter.</|quote|>“She’s with me then as | fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?”<|quote|>he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter.</|quote|>“She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under | present.” “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.” He cast about. “She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?”<|quote|>he echoed. She gave it up... | the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated the grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she asked, “you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?” “Very important, please--which accounts for the hour I’ve ventured and the appearance I ... | the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she only turned on him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then ... | of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else: “I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!” It d... | however, as to meet her in her quick circuit of the hall. “That’s all you’ve got to say to me after what has passed between us?” He had stopped her thus, but she had also stopped him, and her passionate denial set him a limit. “I’ve got to say--sorry as I am--that if you _must_ have an answer it’s this: that never, Lor... | coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?” Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall never do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular busi... | The Outcry |
“She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” | Lady Sandgate | gave it up, going straighter.<|quote|>“She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.”</|quote|>“I see” --he took it, | “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter.<|quote|>“She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.”</|quote|>“I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, | ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.” He cast about. “She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter.<|quote|>“She’s with me then... | with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated the grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she asked, “you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?” “Very important, please--which accounts for the hour I’ve ventured and the appearance I present.” “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” L... | she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she only turned on him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squa... | another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else: “I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh. “You imag... | circuit of the hall. “That’s all you’ve got to say to me after what has passed between us?” He had stopped her thus, but she had also stopped him, and her passionate denial set him a limit. “I’ve got to say--sorry as I am--that if you _must_ have an answer it’s this: that never, Lord John, never, can there be anything ... | as they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or four weeks?” “I’ve met her--but just barely--two or three times: at a ‘private view’ at the opera, in the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither aff... | The Outcry |
“I see” | Crimble | Under my care and protection.”<|quote|>“I see”</|quote|>--he took it, with more | as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.”<|quote|>“I see”</|quote|>--he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a | you what things have happened.” He cast about. “She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.”<|quote|>“I see”</|quote|>--he took ... | “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she asked, “you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?” “Very important, please--which accounts for the hour I’ve ventured and the appearance I present.” “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have... | him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his h... | him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else: “I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?” Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall never... | has passed between us?” He had stopped her thus, but she had also stopped him, and her passionate denial set him a limit. “I’ve got to say--sorry as I am--that if you _must_ have an answer it’s this: that never, Lord John, never, can there be anything more between us.” And her gesture cleared her path, permitting her t... | amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else: “I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might be covete... | The Outcry |
--he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. | No speaker | care and protection.” “I see”<|quote|>--he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself.</|quote|>“She puts you on your | old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” “I see”<|quote|>--he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself.</|quote|>“She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed it | things have happened.” He cast about. “She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” “I see”<|quote|>--he took it, with more pene... | Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she asked, “you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?” “Very important, please--which accounts for the hour I’ve ventured and the appearance I present.” “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened... | thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity ... | with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else: “I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?” Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall never do the... | between us?” He had stopped her thus, but she had also stopped him, and her passionate denial set him a limit. “I’ve got to say--sorry as I am--that if you _must_ have an answer it’s this: that never, Lord John, never, can there be anything more between us.” And her gesture cleared her path, permitting her to achieve h... | she only turned on him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” T... | The Outcry |
“She puts you on your guard.” | Crimble | hint in respect to himself.<|quote|>“She puts you on your guard.”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate expressed it more | penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself.<|quote|>“She puts you on your guard.”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously. “She puts me on | the fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself.<|quote|>“She puts you on your guard.”</... | please--which accounts for the hour I’ve ventured and the appearance I present.” “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.” He cast about. “She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.” “... | more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And onc... | as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else: “I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?” Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall never do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and ... | passionate denial set him a limit. “I’ve got to say--sorry as I am--that if you _must_ have an answer it’s this: that never, Lord John, never, can there be anything more between us.” And her gesture cleared her path, permitting her to achieve her flight. “Never, no, never,” she repeated as she went-- “never, never, nev... | that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from... | The Outcry |
Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously. | No speaker | puts you on your guard.”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously.</|quote|>“She puts me on my | in respect to himself. “She puts you on your guard.”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously.</|quote|>“She puts me on my honour--or at least her father | “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. “She puts you on your guard.”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate expressed it mor... | ventured and the appearance I present.” “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.” He cast about. “She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he e... | helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in t... | something quite else: “I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?” Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall never do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early... | “I’ve got to say--sorry as I am--that if you _must_ have an answer it’s this: that never, Lord John, never, can there be anything more between us.” And her gesture cleared her path, permitting her to achieve her flight. “Never, no, never,” she repeated as she went-- “never, never, never!” She got off by the door at whi... | of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else: ... | The Outcry |
“She puts me on my honour--or at least her father does.” | Lady Sandgate | Sandgate expressed it more graciously.<|quote|>“She puts me on my honour--or at least her father does.”</|quote|>“As to her seeing _me_” | you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously.<|quote|>“She puts me on my honour--or at least her father does.”</|quote|>“As to her seeing _me_” “As to _my_ seeing at | echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. “She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously.<|quote|>“She puts me on my honour--o... | “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.” He cast about. “She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter... | “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’... | so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?” Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall never do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing... | am--that if you _must_ have an answer it’s this: that never, Lord John, never, can there be anything more between us.” And her gesture cleared her path, permitting her to achieve her flight. “Never, no, never,” she repeated as she went-- “never, never, never!” She got off by the door at which she had been aiming to som... | consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or ... | The Outcry |
“As to her seeing _me_” | Crimble | at least her father does.”<|quote|>“As to her seeing _me_”</|quote|>“As to _my_ seeing at | puts me on my honour--or at least her father does.”<|quote|>“As to her seeing _me_”</|quote|>“As to _my_ seeing at least--what may happen to her.” | as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. “She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously. “She puts me on my honour--or at least her father does.”<|quote|>“As to her seeing _me_”</|quote|>... | said; “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.” He cast about. “She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and... | view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.... | with a yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?” Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall never do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly... | Lord John, never, can there be anything more between us.” And her gesture cleared her path, permitting her to achieve her flight. “Never, no, never,” she repeated as she went-- “never, never, never!” She got off by the door at which she had been aiming to some retreat of her own, while aghast and defeated, left to make... | own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the po... | The Outcry |
“As to _my_ seeing at least--what may happen to her.” | Lady Sandgate | “As to her seeing _me_”<|quote|>“As to _my_ seeing at least--what may happen to her.”</|quote|>“Because--you say--things _have_ happened?” His | at least her father does.” “As to her seeing _me_”<|quote|>“As to _my_ seeing at least--what may happen to her.”</|quote|>“Because--you say--things _have_ happened?” His companion fairly sounded him. “You’ve | Under my care and protection.” “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. “She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously. “She puts me on my honour--or at least her father does.” “As to her seeing _me_”<|quote|>“As to _my_ seeing at least--wha... | wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.” He cast about. “She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” “I see” -... | usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated th... | imagined me sent by some prowling collector?” Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall never do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve kno... | be anything more between us.” And her gesture cleared her path, permitting her to achieve her flight. “Never, no, never,” she repeated as she went-- “never, never, never!” She got off by the door at which she had been aiming to some retreat of her own, while aghast and defeated, left to make the best of it, he sank aft... | of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she only turned on him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when,... | The Outcry |
“Because--you say--things _have_ happened?” | Crimble | least--what may happen to her.”<|quote|>“Because--you say--things _have_ happened?”</|quote|>His companion fairly sounded him. | “As to _my_ seeing at least--what may happen to her.”<|quote|>“Because--you say--things _have_ happened?”</|quote|>His companion fairly sounded him. “You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of | with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. “She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously. “She puts me on my honour--or at least her father does.” “As to her seeing _me_” “As to _my_ seeing at least--what may happen to her.”<|quote|>“Because--you say--things _have... | He cast about. “She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a h... | The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated the grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she... | I shall never do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you... | path, permitting her to achieve her flight. “Never, no, never,” she repeated as she went-- “never, never, never!” She got off by the door at which she had been aiming to some retreat of her own, while aghast and defeated, left to make the best of it, he sank after a moment into a chair and remained quite pitiably stari... | “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’... | The Outcry |
His companion fairly sounded him. | No speaker | her.” “Because--you say--things _have_ happened?”<|quote|>His companion fairly sounded him.</|quote|>“You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of | at least--what may happen to her.” “Because--you say--things _have_ happened?”<|quote|>His companion fairly sounded him.</|quote|>“You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” “Well,” he smiled, “‘art | enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. “She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously. “She puts me on my honour--or at least her father does.” “As to her seeing _me_” “As to _my_ seeing at least--what may happen to her.” “Because--you say--things _have_ happened?”<|quote|>His companion ... | has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to hi... | hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated the grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she asked, “you’ve com... | their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leav... | achieve her flight. “Never, no, never,” she repeated as she went-- “never, never, never!” She got off by the door at which she had been aiming to some retreat of her own, while aghast and defeated, left to make the best of it, he sank after a moment into a chair and remained quite pitiably staring before him, appealing... | on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or four weeks?” “I’ve met her--but just barely--two or three times: at a ‘private view’ at the opera, in the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she ... | The Outcry |
“You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” | Lady Sandgate | His companion fairly sounded him.<|quote|>“You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?”</|quote|>“Well,” he smiled, “‘art is | her.” “Because--you say--things _have_ happened?” His companion fairly sounded him.<|quote|>“You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?”</|quote|>“Well,” he smiled, “‘art is long’!” “Then I hope it | respect to himself. “She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously. “She puts me on my honour--or at least her father does.” “As to her seeing _me_” “As to _my_ seeing at least--what may happen to her.” “Because--you say--things _have_ happened?” His companion fairly sounded him.<|quote|>“You’... | tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. “She puts you ... | moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated the grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she asked, “you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?” “Ve... | _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of ... | never,” she repeated as she went-- “never, never, never!” She got off by the door at which she had been aiming to some retreat of her own, while aghast and defeated, left to make the best of it, he sank after a moment into a chair and remained quite pitiably staring before him, appealing to the great blank splendour. ... | more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And onc... | The Outcry |
“Well,” | Crimble | only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?”<|quote|>“Well,”</|quote|>he smiled, “‘art is long’!” | companion fairly sounded him. “You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?”<|quote|>“Well,”</|quote|>he smiled, “‘art is long’!” “Then I hope it may | on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously. “She puts me on my honour--or at least her father does.” “As to her seeing _me_” “As to _my_ seeing at least--what may happen to her.” “Because--you say--things _have_ happened?” His companion fairly sounded him. “You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?... | her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. “She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate express... | a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated the grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she asked, “you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?” “Very important, please--which accounts ... | mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her sis... | “never, never, never!” She got off by the door at which she had been aiming to some retreat of her own, while aghast and defeated, left to make the best of it, he sank after a moment into a chair and remained quite pitiably staring before him, appealing to the great blank splendour. BOOK SECOND I LADY SANDGATE... | less relaxed than on the occasion of his visit to Dedborough; yet the soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and eve... | The Outcry |
he smiled, | No speaker | talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” “Well,”<|quote|>he smiled,</|quote|>“‘art is long’!” “Then I | fairly sounded him. “You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” “Well,”<|quote|>he smiled,</|quote|>“‘art is long’!” “Then I hope it may see you | your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously. “She puts me on my honour--or at least her father does.” “As to her seeing _me_” “As to _my_ seeing at least--what may happen to her.” “Because--you say--things _have_ happened?” His companion fairly sounded him. “You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” “... | being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. “She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed i... | squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated the grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she asked, “you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?” “Very important, please--which accounts fo... | I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and ... | never, never!” She got off by the door at which she had been aiming to some retreat of her own, while aghast and defeated, left to make the best of it, he sank after a moment into a chair and remained quite pitiably staring before him, appealing to the great blank splendour. BOOK SECOND I LADY SANDGATE, on a m... | are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated the grande... | The Outcry |
“‘art is long’!” | Crimble | met--of ‘art’?” “Well,” he smiled,<|quote|>“‘art is long’!”</|quote|>“Then I hope it may | him. “You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” “Well,” he smiled,<|quote|>“‘art is long’!”</|quote|>“Then I hope it may see you through! But you | Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously. “She puts me on my honour--or at least her father does.” “As to her seeing _me_” “As to _my_ seeing at least--what may happen to her.” “Because--you say--things _have_ happened?” His companion fairly sounded him. “You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” “Well,” he smi... | “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. “She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed it more gracio... | once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated the grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she asked, “you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?” “Very important, please--which accounts for the hour I’v... | frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Th... | She got off by the door at which she had been aiming to some retreat of her own, while aghast and defeated, left to make the best of it, he sank after a moment into a chair and remained quite pitiably staring before him, appealing to the great blank splendour. BOOK SECOND I LADY SANDGATE, on a morning late in ... | on the occasion of his visit to Dedborough; yet the soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have en... | The Outcry |
“Then I hope it may see you through! But you should know first that Lord Theign is presently due--” | Lady Sandgate | he smiled, “‘art is long’!”<|quote|>“Then I hope it may see you through! But you should know first that Lord Theign is presently due--”</|quote|>“_Here_, back already from abroad?” | talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” “Well,” he smiled, “‘art is long’!”<|quote|>“Then I hope it may see you through! But you should know first that Lord Theign is presently due--”</|quote|>“_Here_, back already from abroad?” --he was all alert. “He | it more graciously. “She puts me on my honour--or at least her father does.” “As to her seeing _me_” “As to _my_ seeing at least--what may happen to her.” “Because--you say--things _have_ happened?” His companion fairly sounded him. “You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” “Well,” he smiled, “‘art is long’!”<|q... | “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. “She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously. “She puts me on ... | pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated the grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she asked, “you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?” “Very important, please--which accounts for the hour I’ve ventured and the ... | early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having pro... | by the door at which she had been aiming to some retreat of her own, while aghast and defeated, left to make the best of it, he sank after a moment into a chair and remained quite pitiably staring before him, appealing to the great blank splendour. BOOK SECOND I LADY SANDGATE, on a morning late in May, entered her draw... | never do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straigh... | The Outcry |
“_Here_, back already from abroad?” | Crimble | Lord Theign is presently due--”<|quote|>“_Here_, back already from abroad?”</|quote|>--he was all alert. “He | you should know first that Lord Theign is presently due--”<|quote|>“_Here_, back already from abroad?”</|quote|>--he was all alert. “He has not yet gone--he comes | “As to _my_ seeing at least--what may happen to her.” “Because--you say--things _have_ happened?” His companion fairly sounded him. “You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” “Well,” he smiled, “‘art is long’!” “Then I hope it may see you through! But you should know first that Lord Theign is presently due--”<|qu... | Under my care and protection.” “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. “She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously. “She puts me on my honour--or at least her father does.” “As to her seeing _me_” “As to _my_ seeing at least--what may ha... | recognised; she estimated the grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she asked, “you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?” “Very important, please--which accounts for the hour I’ve ventured and the appearance I present.” “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder... | can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve learn... | left to make the best of it, he sank after a moment into a chair and remained quite pitiably staring before him, appealing to the great blank splendour. BOOK SECOND I LADY SANDGATE, on a morning late in May, entered her drawing-room by the door that opened at the right of that charming retreat as a person coming in fac... | as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess hear... | The Outcry |
--he was all alert. | No speaker | “_Here_, back already from abroad?”<|quote|>--he was all alert.</|quote|>“He has not yet gone--he | Lord Theign is presently due--” “_Here_, back already from abroad?”<|quote|>--he was all alert.</|quote|>“He has not yet gone--he comes up this morning to | least--what may happen to her.” “Because--you say--things _have_ happened?” His companion fairly sounded him. “You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” “Well,” he smiled, “‘art is long’!” “Then I hope it may see you through! But you should know first that Lord Theign is presently due--” “_Here_, back already fro... | “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. “She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously. “She puts me on my honour--or at least her father does.” “As to her seeing _me_” “As to _my_ seeing at least--what may happen to her.” “Because--you say... | “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she asked, “you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?” “Very important, please--which accounts for the hour I’ve ventured and the appearance I present.” “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have... | “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve learnt it from having seen her-... | of it, he sank after a moment into a chair and remained quite pitiably staring before him, appealing to the great blank splendour. BOOK SECOND I LADY SANDGATE, on a morning late in May, entered her drawing-room by the door that opened at the right of that charming retreat as a person coming in faced Bruton Street; and ... | took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated the grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she asked, “you’ve come, you say, on ‘busi... | The Outcry |
“He has not yet gone--he comes up this morning to start.” | Lady Sandgate | abroad?” --he was all alert.<|quote|>“He has not yet gone--he comes up this morning to start.”</|quote|>“And stops here on his | due--” “_Here_, back already from abroad?” --he was all alert.<|quote|>“He has not yet gone--he comes up this morning to start.”</|quote|>“And stops here on his way?” “To take the _train | her.” “Because--you say--things _have_ happened?” His companion fairly sounded him. “You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” “Well,” he smiled, “‘art is long’!” “Then I hope it may see you through! But you should know first that Lord Theign is presently due--” “_Here_, back already from abroad?” --he was all al... | it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. “She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously. “She puts me on my honour--or at least her father does.” “As to her seeing _me_” “As to _my_ seeing at least--what may happen to her.” “Because--you say--things _have_ ha... | nobody! But now,” she asked, “you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?” “Very important, please--which accounts for the hour I’ve ventured and the appearance I present.” “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.” He cast abo... | her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or four w... | after a moment into a chair and remained quite pitiably staring before him, appealing to the great blank splendour. BOOK SECOND I LADY SANDGATE, on a morning late in May, entered her drawing-room by the door that opened at the right of that charming retreat as a person coming in faced Bruton Street; and she met there a... | hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else: “I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?” Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall never do their work--unless to betray t... | The Outcry |
“And stops here on his way?” | Crimble | up this morning to start.”<|quote|>“And stops here on his way?”</|quote|>“To take the _train de | has not yet gone--he comes up this morning to start.”<|quote|>“And stops here on his way?”</|quote|>“To take the _train de luxe_ this afternoon to his | only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” “Well,” he smiled, “‘art is long’!” “Then I hope it may see you through! But you should know first that Lord Theign is presently due--” “_Here_, back already from abroad?” --he was all alert. “He has not yet gone--he comes up this morning to start.”<|quote|>“And stops here on hi... | to himself. “She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously. “She puts me on my honour--or at least her father does.” “As to her seeing _me_” “As to _my_ seeing at least--what may happen to her.” “Because--you say--things _have_ happened?” His companion fairly sounded him. “You’ve only talked--... | “Very important, please--which accounts for the hour I’ve ventured and the appearance I present.” “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.” He cast about. “She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of h... | straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or four weeks?” “I’ve met her--but just barely--two or three t... | before him, appealing to the great blank splendour. BOOK SECOND I LADY SANDGATE, on a morning late in May, entered her drawing-room by the door that opened at the right of that charming retreat as a person coming in faced Bruton Street; and she met there at this moment Mr. Gotch, her butler, who had just appeared in th... | some prowling collector?” Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall never do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being... | The Outcry |
“To take the _train de luxe_ this afternoon to his annual Salsomaggiore. But with so little time to spare,” | Lady Sandgate | stops here on his way?”<|quote|>“To take the _train de luxe_ this afternoon to his annual Salsomaggiore. But with so little time to spare,”</|quote|>she went on reassuringly, “that, | this morning to start.” “And stops here on his way?”<|quote|>“To take the _train de luxe_ this afternoon to his annual Salsomaggiore. But with so little time to spare,”</|quote|>she went on reassuringly, “that, to simplify--as he wired me | he smiled, “‘art is long’!” “Then I hope it may see you through! But you should know first that Lord Theign is presently due--” “_Here_, back already from abroad?” --he was all alert. “He has not yet gone--he comes up this morning to start.” “And stops here on his way?”<|quote|>“To take the _train de luxe_ this afterno... | your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously. “She puts me on my honour--or at least her father does.” “As to her seeing _me_” “As to _my_ seeing at least--what may happen to her.” “Because--you say--things _have_ happened?” His companion fairly sounded him. “You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” “... | hour I’ve ventured and the appearance I present.” “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.” He cast about. “She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reas... | “of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or four weeks?” “I’ve met her--but just barely--two or three times: at a ‘private view’ at the opera, in the ... | blank splendour. BOOK SECOND I LADY SANDGATE, on a morning late in May, entered her drawing-room by the door that opened at the right of that charming retreat as a person coming in faced Bruton Street; and she met there at this moment Mr. Gotch, her butler, who had just appeared in the much wider doorway forming opposi... | himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else: “I thought, from so prompt ... | The Outcry |
she went on reassuringly, | No speaker | so little time to spare,”<|quote|>she went on reassuringly,</|quote|>“that, to simplify--as he wired | his annual Salsomaggiore. But with so little time to spare,”<|quote|>she went on reassuringly,</|quote|>“that, to simplify--as he wired me an hour ago from | Lord Theign is presently due--” “_Here_, back already from abroad?” --he was all alert. “He has not yet gone--he comes up this morning to start.” “And stops here on his way?” “To take the _train de luxe_ this afternoon to his annual Salsomaggiore. But with so little time to spare,”<|quote|>she went on reassuringly,</|q... | “As to her seeing _me_” “As to _my_ seeing at least--what may happen to her.” “Because--you say--things _have_ happened?” His companion fairly sounded him. “You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” “Well,” he smiled, “‘art is long’!” “Then I hope it may see you through! But you should know first that Lord Theign... | said; “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.” He cast about. “She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and... | being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or four weeks?” “I’ve met her--but just barely--two or three times: at a ‘private view’ at the opera, in the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied... | that opened at the right of that charming retreat as a person coming in faced Bruton Street; and she met there at this moment Mr. Gotch, her butler, who had just appeared in the much wider doorway forming opposite the Bruton Street windows an apartment not less ample, lighted from the back of the house and having its i... | that she might be coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?” Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall never do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on... | The Outcry |
“that, to simplify--as he wired me an hour ago from Dedborough--he has given rendezvous here to Mr. Bender, who is particularly to wait for him.” | Lady Sandgate | spare,” she went on reassuringly,<|quote|>“that, to simplify--as he wired me an hour ago from Dedborough--he has given rendezvous here to Mr. Bender, who is particularly to wait for him.”</|quote|>“And who may therefore arrive | with so little time to spare,” she went on reassuringly,<|quote|>“that, to simplify--as he wired me an hour ago from Dedborough--he has given rendezvous here to Mr. Bender, who is particularly to wait for him.”</|quote|>“And who may therefore arrive at any moment?” She looked | due--” “_Here_, back already from abroad?” --he was all alert. “He has not yet gone--he comes up this morning to start.” “And stops here on his way?” “To take the _train de luxe_ this afternoon to his annual Salsomaggiore. But with so little time to spare,” she went on reassuringly,<|quote|>“that, to simplify--as he wi... | _me_” “As to _my_ seeing at least--what may happen to her.” “Because--you say--things _have_ happened?” His companion fairly sounded him. “You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” “Well,” he smiled, “‘art is long’!” “Then I hope it may see you through! But you should know first that Lord Theign is presently due-... | not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.” He cast about. “She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” “I se... | of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or four weeks?” “I’ve met her--but just barely--two or three times: at a ‘private view’ at the opera, in the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she only turned o... | right of that charming retreat as a person coming in faced Bruton Street; and she met there at this moment Mr. Gotch, her butler, who had just appeared in the much wider doorway forming opposite the Bruton Street windows an apartment not less ample, lighted from the back of the house and having its independent connecti... | for the hour I’ve ventured and the appearance I present.” “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.” He cast about. “She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘... | The Outcry |
“And who may therefore arrive at any moment?” | Crimble | particularly to wait for him.”<|quote|>“And who may therefore arrive at any moment?”</|quote|>She looked at her bracelet | to Mr. Bender, who is particularly to wait for him.”<|quote|>“And who may therefore arrive at any moment?”</|quote|>She looked at her bracelet watch. “Scarcely before noon. So | his way?” “To take the _train de luxe_ this afternoon to his annual Salsomaggiore. But with so little time to spare,” she went on reassuringly, “that, to simplify--as he wired me an hour ago from Dedborough--he has given rendezvous here to Mr. Bender, who is particularly to wait for him.”<|quote|>“And who may therefore... | ‘art’?” “Well,” he smiled, “‘art is long’!” “Then I hope it may see you through! But you should know first that Lord Theign is presently due--” “_Here_, back already from abroad?” --he was all alert. “He has not yet gone--he comes up this morning to start.” “And stops here on his way?” “To take the _train de luxe_ this... | of her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. “She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expr... | times: at a ‘private view’ at the opera, in the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she only turned on him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner... | had just appeared in the much wider doorway forming opposite the Bruton Street windows an apartment not less ample, lighted from the back of the house and having its independent connection with the upper floors and the lower. She showed surprise at not immediately finding the visitor to whom she had been called. “But M... | not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with... | The Outcry |
She looked at her bracelet watch. | No speaker | therefore arrive at any moment?”<|quote|>She looked at her bracelet watch.</|quote|>“Scarcely before noon. So you’ll | for him.” “And who may therefore arrive at any moment?”<|quote|>She looked at her bracelet watch.</|quote|>“Scarcely before noon. So you’ll just have your chance--” “Thank | this afternoon to his annual Salsomaggiore. But with so little time to spare,” she went on reassuringly, “that, to simplify--as he wired me an hour ago from Dedborough--he has given rendezvous here to Mr. Bender, who is particularly to wait for him.” “And who may therefore arrive at any moment?”<|quote|>She looked at h... | I hope it may see you through! But you should know first that Lord Theign is presently due--” “_Here_, back already from abroad?” --he was all alert. “He has not yet gone--he comes up this morning to start.” “And stops here on his way?” “To take the _train de luxe_ this afternoon to his annual Salsomaggiore. But with s... | reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. “She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously. “She puts me on my hon... | in the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she only turned on him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once th... | forming opposite the Bruton Street windows an apartment not less ample, lighted from the back of the house and having its independent connection with the upper floors and the lower. She showed surprise at not immediately finding the visitor to whom she had been called. “But Mr. Crimble------?” “Here he is, my lady.” An... | “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.” He cast about. “She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and prote... | The Outcry |
“Scarcely before noon. So you’ll just have your chance--” | Lady Sandgate | looked at her bracelet watch.<|quote|>“Scarcely before noon. So you’ll just have your chance--”</|quote|>“Thank the powers then!” --Hugh | arrive at any moment?” She looked at her bracelet watch.<|quote|>“Scarcely before noon. So you’ll just have your chance--”</|quote|>“Thank the powers then!” --Hugh grasped at it. “I shall | But with so little time to spare,” she went on reassuringly, “that, to simplify--as he wired me an hour ago from Dedborough--he has given rendezvous here to Mr. Bender, who is particularly to wait for him.” “And who may therefore arrive at any moment?” She looked at her bracelet watch.<|quote|>“Scarcely before noon. So... | through! But you should know first that Lord Theign is presently due--” “_Here_, back already from abroad?” --he was all alert. “He has not yet gone--he comes up this morning to start.” “And stops here on his way?” “To take the _train de luxe_ this afternoon to his annual Salsomaggiore. But with so little time to spare... | up, going straighter. “She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. “She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously. “She puts me on my honour--or at least her father does.”... | of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she only turned on him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when,... | an apartment not less ample, lighted from the back of the house and having its independent connection with the upper floors and the lower. She showed surprise at not immediately finding the visitor to whom she had been called. “But Mr. Crimble------?” “Here he is, my lady.” And he made way for that gentleman, who emerg... | him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his h... | The Outcry |
“Thank the powers then!” | Crimble | you’ll just have your chance--”<|quote|>“Thank the powers then!”</|quote|>--Hugh grasped at it. “I | watch. “Scarcely before noon. So you’ll just have your chance--”<|quote|>“Thank the powers then!”</|quote|>--Hugh grasped at it. “I shall have it best if | on reassuringly, “that, to simplify--as he wired me an hour ago from Dedborough--he has given rendezvous here to Mr. Bender, who is particularly to wait for him.” “And who may therefore arrive at any moment?” She looked at her bracelet watch. “Scarcely before noon. So you’ll just have your chance--”<|quote|>“Thank the ... | is presently due--” “_Here_, back already from abroad?” --he was all alert. “He has not yet gone--he comes up this morning to start.” “And stops here on his way?” “To take the _train de luxe_ this afternoon to his annual Salsomaggiore. But with so little time to spare,” she went on reassuringly, “that, to simplify--as ... | old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. “She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously. “She puts me on my honour--or at least her father does.” “As to her seeing _me_” “As to _my_ seeing at l... | neither affirmed nor denied; she only turned on him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have ... | of the house and having its independent connection with the upper floors and the lower. She showed surprise at not immediately finding the visitor to whom she had been called. “But Mr. Crimble------?” “Here he is, my lady.” And he made way for that gentleman, who emerged from the back room; Gotch observing the propriet... | be coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?” Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall never do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular b... | The Outcry |
--Hugh grasped at it. | No speaker | chance--” “Thank the powers then!”<|quote|>--Hugh grasped at it.</|quote|>“I shall have it best | So you’ll just have your chance--” “Thank the powers then!”<|quote|>--Hugh grasped at it.</|quote|>“I shall have it best if you’ll be so good | simplify--as he wired me an hour ago from Dedborough--he has given rendezvous here to Mr. Bender, who is particularly to wait for him.” “And who may therefore arrive at any moment?” She looked at her bracelet watch. “Scarcely before noon. So you’ll just have your chance--” “Thank the powers then!”<|quote|>--Hugh graspe... | back already from abroad?” --he was all alert. “He has not yet gone--he comes up this morning to start.” “And stops here on his way?” “To take the _train de luxe_ this afternoon to his annual Salsomaggiore. But with so little time to spare,” she went on reassuringly, “that, to simplify--as he wired me an hour ago from ... | my care and protection.” “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. “She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously. “She puts me on my honour--or at least her father does.” “As to her seeing _me_” “As to _my_ seeing at least--what may happen t... | she only turned on him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” T... | having its independent connection with the upper floors and the lower. She showed surprise at not immediately finding the visitor to whom she had been called. “But Mr. Crimble------?” “Here he is, my lady.” And he made way for that gentleman, who emerged from the back room; Gotch observing the propriety of a prompt wit... | Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or being on the point of... | The Outcry |
“I shall have it best if you’ll be so good as to tell me first--well,” | Crimble | then!” --Hugh grasped at it.<|quote|>“I shall have it best if you’ll be so good as to tell me first--well,”</|quote|>he faltered, “what it is | your chance--” “Thank the powers then!” --Hugh grasped at it.<|quote|>“I shall have it best if you’ll be so good as to tell me first--well,”</|quote|>he faltered, “what it is that, to my great disquiet, | an hour ago from Dedborough--he has given rendezvous here to Mr. Bender, who is particularly to wait for him.” “And who may therefore arrive at any moment?” She looked at her bracelet watch. “Scarcely before noon. So you’ll just have your chance--” “Thank the powers then!” --Hugh grasped at it.<|quote|>“I shall have it... | --he was all alert. “He has not yet gone--he comes up this morning to start.” “And stops here on his way?” “To take the _train de luxe_ this afternoon to his annual Salsomaggiore. But with so little time to spare,” she went on reassuringly, “that, to simplify--as he wired me an hour ago from Dedborough--he has given re... | “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. “She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously. “She puts me on my honour--or at least her father does.” “As to her seeing _me_” “As to _my_ seeing at least--what may happen to her.” “Because--you say... | him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his h... | with the upper floors and the lower. She showed surprise at not immediately finding the visitor to whom she had been called. “But Mr. Crimble------?” “Here he is, my lady.” And he made way for that gentleman, who emerged from the back room; Gotch observing the propriety of a prompt withdrawal. “I went in for a minute, ... | to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. “She puts y... | The Outcry |
he faltered, | No speaker | as to tell me first--well,”<|quote|>he faltered,</|quote|>“what it is that, to | if you’ll be so good as to tell me first--well,”<|quote|>he faltered,</|quote|>“what it is that, to my great disquiet, you’ve further | to wait for him.” “And who may therefore arrive at any moment?” She looked at her bracelet watch. “Scarcely before noon. So you’ll just have your chance--” “Thank the powers then!” --Hugh grasped at it. “I shall have it best if you’ll be so good as to tell me first--well,”<|quote|>he faltered,</|quote|>“what it is that... | “And stops here on his way?” “To take the _train de luxe_ this afternoon to his annual Salsomaggiore. But with so little time to spare,” she went on reassuringly, “that, to simplify--as he wired me an hour ago from Dedborough--he has given rendezvous here to Mr. Bender, who is particularly to wait for him.” “And who ma... | to himself. “She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously. “She puts me on my honour--or at least her father does.” “As to her seeing _me_” “As to _my_ seeing at least--what may happen to her.” “Because--you say--things _have_ happened?” His companion fairly sounded him. “You’ve only talked--... | as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “... | visitor to whom she had been called. “But Mr. Crimble------?” “Here he is, my lady.” And he made way for that gentleman, who emerged from the back room; Gotch observing the propriety of a prompt withdrawal. “I went in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,” Hugh explained, “to see your famous Lawrence--which is ... | Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall never do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of ... | The Outcry |
“what it is that, to my great disquiet, you’ve further alluded to; what it is that has occurred.” | Crimble | tell me first--well,” he faltered,<|quote|>“what it is that, to my great disquiet, you’ve further alluded to; what it is that has occurred.”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate took her time, | be so good as to tell me first--well,” he faltered,<|quote|>“what it is that, to my great disquiet, you’ve further alluded to; what it is that has occurred.”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate took her time, but her good-nature and other | for him.” “And who may therefore arrive at any moment?” She looked at her bracelet watch. “Scarcely before noon. So you’ll just have your chance--” “Thank the powers then!” --Hugh grasped at it. “I shall have it best if you’ll be so good as to tell me first--well,” he faltered,<|quote|>“what it is that, to my great dis... | here on his way?” “To take the _train de luxe_ this afternoon to his annual Salsomaggiore. But with so little time to spare,” she went on reassuringly, “that, to simplify--as he wired me an hour ago from Dedborough--he has given rendezvous here to Mr. Bender, who is particularly to wait for him.” “And who may therefore... | “She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously. “She puts me on my honour--or at least her father does.” “As to her seeing _me_” “As to _my_ seeing at least--what may happen to her.” “Because--you say--things _have_ happened?” His companion fairly sounded him. “You’ve only talked--when you’ve ... | more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And onc... | whom she had been called. “But Mr. Crimble------?” “Here he is, my lady.” And he made way for that gentleman, who emerged from the back room; Gotch observing the propriety of a prompt withdrawal. “I went in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,” Hugh explained, “to see your famous Lawrence--which is splendid; h... | leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to her sister’s, and of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or four weeks?” “I’ve met her--but just barely--two or three times: at a ‘... | The Outcry |
Lady Sandgate took her time, but her good-nature and other sentiments pronounced. | No speaker | it is that has occurred.”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate took her time, but her good-nature and other sentiments pronounced.</|quote|>“Haven’t you at least guessed | you’ve further alluded to; what it is that has occurred.”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate took her time, but her good-nature and other sentiments pronounced.</|quote|>“Haven’t you at least guessed that she has fallen under | noon. So you’ll just have your chance--” “Thank the powers then!” --Hugh grasped at it. “I shall have it best if you’ll be so good as to tell me first--well,” he faltered, “what it is that, to my great disquiet, you’ve further alluded to; what it is that has occurred.”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate took her time, but her good-... | so little time to spare,” she went on reassuringly, “that, to simplify--as he wired me an hour ago from Dedborough--he has given rendezvous here to Mr. Bender, who is particularly to wait for him.” “And who may therefore arrive at any moment?” She looked at her bracelet watch. “Scarcely before noon. So you’ll just have... | at least her father does.” “As to her seeing _me_” “As to _my_ seeing at least--what may happen to her.” “Because--you say--things _have_ happened?” His companion fairly sounded him. “You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” “Well,” he smiled, “‘art is long’!” “Then I hope it may see you through! But you should ... | “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful gra... | that gentleman, who emerged from the back room; Gotch observing the propriety of a prompt withdrawal. “I went in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,” Hugh explained, “to see your famous Lawrence--which is splendid; he was so good as to arrange the light.” The young man’s dress was of a form less relaxed than ... | of Lord Theign’s having proceeded, as they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or four weeks?” “I’ve met her--but just barely--two or three times: at a ‘private view’ at the opera, in the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t t... | The Outcry |
“Haven’t you at least guessed that she has fallen under her father’s extreme reprobation?” | Lady Sandgate | good-nature and other sentiments pronounced.<|quote|>“Haven’t you at least guessed that she has fallen under her father’s extreme reprobation?”</|quote|>“Yes, so much as that--that | took her time, but her good-nature and other sentiments pronounced.<|quote|>“Haven’t you at least guessed that she has fallen under her father’s extreme reprobation?”</|quote|>“Yes, so much as that--that she must have greatly annoyed | grasped at it. “I shall have it best if you’ll be so good as to tell me first--well,” he faltered, “what it is that, to my great disquiet, you’ve further alluded to; what it is that has occurred.” Lady Sandgate took her time, but her good-nature and other sentiments pronounced.<|quote|>“Haven’t you at least guessed tha... | he wired me an hour ago from Dedborough--he has given rendezvous here to Mr. Bender, who is particularly to wait for him.” “And who may therefore arrive at any moment?” She looked at her bracelet watch. “Scarcely before noon. So you’ll just have your chance--” “Thank the powers then!” --Hugh grasped at it. “I shall hav... | _my_ seeing at least--what may happen to her.” “Because--you say--things _have_ happened?” His companion fairly sounded him. “You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” “Well,” he smiled, “‘art is long’!” “Then I hope it may see you through! But you should know first that Lord Theign is presently due--” “_Here_, b... | you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated the grandeur. “... | of a prompt withdrawal. “I went in for a minute, with your servant’s permission,” Hugh explained, “to see your famous Lawrence--which is splendid; he was so good as to arrange the light.” The young man’s dress was of a form less relaxed than on the occasion of his visit to Dedborough; yet the soft felt hat that he rath... | squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she ... | The Outcry |
“Yes, so much as that--that she must have greatly annoyed him--I have been supposing. But isn’t it by her having asked me to act for her? I mean about the Mantovano--which I _have_ done.” | Crimble | under her father’s extreme reprobation?”<|quote|>“Yes, so much as that--that she must have greatly annoyed him--I have been supposing. But isn’t it by her having asked me to act for her? I mean about the Mantovano--which I _have_ done.”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate wondered. “You’ve ‘acted’?” | guessed that she has fallen under her father’s extreme reprobation?”<|quote|>“Yes, so much as that--that she must have greatly annoyed him--I have been supposing. But isn’t it by her having asked me to act for her? I mean about the Mantovano--which I _have_ done.”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate wondered. “You’ve ‘acted’?” “It’... | to tell me first--well,” he faltered, “what it is that, to my great disquiet, you’ve further alluded to; what it is that has occurred.” Lady Sandgate took her time, but her good-nature and other sentiments pronounced. “Haven’t you at least guessed that she has fallen under her father’s extreme reprobation?”<|quote|>“Ye... | Bender, who is particularly to wait for him.” “And who may therefore arrive at any moment?” She looked at her bracelet watch. “Scarcely before noon. So you’ll just have your chance--” “Thank the powers then!” --Hugh grasped at it. “I shall have it best if you’ll be so good as to tell me first--well,” he faltered, “what... | fairly sounded him. “You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” “Well,” he smiled, “‘art is long’!” “Then I hope it may see you through! But you should know first that Lord Theign is presently due--” “_Here_, back already from abroad?” --he was all alert. “He has not yet gone--he comes up this morning to start.” “... | took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated the grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she asked, “you’ve come, you say, on ‘busi... | Hugh explained, “to see your famous Lawrence--which is splendid; he was so good as to arrange the light.” The young man’s dress was of a form less relaxed than on the occasion of his visit to Dedborough; yet the soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appe... | three or four weeks?” “I’ve met her--but just barely--two or three times: at a ‘private view’ at the opera, in the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither affirmed nor denied; she only turned on him her thick lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for ... | The Outcry |
Lady Sandgate wondered. | No speaker | the Mantovano--which I _have_ done.”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate wondered.</|quote|>“You’ve ‘acted’?” “It’s what I’ve | for her? I mean about the Mantovano--which I _have_ done.”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate wondered.</|quote|>“You’ve ‘acted’?” “It’s what I’ve come to tell her at | sentiments pronounced. “Haven’t you at least guessed that she has fallen under her father’s extreme reprobation?” “Yes, so much as that--that she must have greatly annoyed him--I have been supposing. But isn’t it by her having asked me to act for her? I mean about the Mantovano--which I _have_ done.”<|quote|>Lady Sandg... | then!” --Hugh grasped at it. “I shall have it best if you’ll be so good as to tell me first--well,” he faltered, “what it is that, to my great disquiet, you’ve further alluded to; what it is that has occurred.” Lady Sandgate took her time, but her good-nature and other sentiments pronounced. “Haven’t you at least guess... | “_Here_, back already from abroad?” --he was all alert. “He has not yet gone--he comes up this morning to start.” “And stops here on his way?” “To take the _train de luxe_ this afternoon to his annual Salsomaggiore. But with so little time to spare,” she went on reassuringly, “that, to simplify--as he wired me an hour ... | recognised; she estimated the grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she asked, “you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?” “Very important, please--which accounts for the hour I’ve ventured and the appearance I present.” “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder... | visit to Dedborough; yet the soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for h... | a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I di... | The Outcry |
“You’ve ‘acted’?” | Lady Sandgate | _have_ done.” Lady Sandgate wondered.<|quote|>“You’ve ‘acted’?”</|quote|>“It’s what I’ve come to | mean about the Mantovano--which I _have_ done.” Lady Sandgate wondered.<|quote|>“You’ve ‘acted’?”</|quote|>“It’s what I’ve come to tell her at last--and I’m | you at least guessed that she has fallen under her father’s extreme reprobation?” “Yes, so much as that--that she must have greatly annoyed him--I have been supposing. But isn’t it by her having asked me to act for her? I mean about the Mantovano--which I _have_ done.” Lady Sandgate wondered.<|quote|>“You’ve ‘acted’?”<... | at it. “I shall have it best if you’ll be so good as to tell me first--well,” he faltered, “what it is that, to my great disquiet, you’ve further alluded to; what it is that has occurred.” Lady Sandgate took her time, but her good-nature and other sentiments pronounced. “Haven’t you at least guessed that she has fallen... | from abroad?” --he was all alert. “He has not yet gone--he comes up this morning to start.” “And stops here on his way?” “To take the _train de luxe_ this afternoon to his annual Salsomaggiore. But with so little time to spare,” she went on reassuringly, “that, to simplify--as he wired me an hour ago from Dedborough--h... | the grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she asked, “you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?” “Very important, please--which accounts for the hour I’ve ventured and the appearance I present.” “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you wh... | yet the soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One se... | “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. “She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously. “She puts me on ... | The Outcry |
“It’s what I’ve come to tell her at last--and I’m all impatience.” | Crimble | Lady Sandgate wondered. “You’ve ‘acted’?”<|quote|>“It’s what I’ve come to tell her at last--and I’m all impatience.”</|quote|>“I see, I see” --she | the Mantovano--which I _have_ done.” Lady Sandgate wondered. “You’ve ‘acted’?”<|quote|>“It’s what I’ve come to tell her at last--and I’m all impatience.”</|quote|>“I see, I see” --she had caught a clue. “He | least guessed that she has fallen under her father’s extreme reprobation?” “Yes, so much as that--that she must have greatly annoyed him--I have been supposing. But isn’t it by her having asked me to act for her? I mean about the Mantovano--which I _have_ done.” Lady Sandgate wondered. “You’ve ‘acted’?”<|quote|>“It’s w... | “I shall have it best if you’ll be so good as to tell me first--well,” he faltered, “what it is that, to my great disquiet, you’ve further alluded to; what it is that has occurred.” Lady Sandgate took her time, but her good-nature and other sentiments pronounced. “Haven’t you at least guessed that she has fallen under ... | --he was all alert. “He has not yet gone--he comes up this morning to start.” “And stops here on his way?” “To take the _train de luxe_ this afternoon to his annual Salsomaggiore. But with so little time to spare,” she went on reassuringly, “that, to simplify--as he wired me an hour ago from Dedborough--he has given re... | “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she asked, “you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?” “Very important, please--which accounts for the hour I’ve ventured and the appearance I present.” “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have... | soft felt hat that he rather restlessly crumpled as he talked marked the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmi... | fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. “She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate... | The Outcry |
“I see, I see” | Lady Sandgate | at last--and I’m all impatience.”<|quote|>“I see, I see”</|quote|>--she had caught a clue. | I’ve come to tell her at last--and I’m all impatience.”<|quote|>“I see, I see”</|quote|>--she had caught a clue. “He hated that--yes; but you | so much as that--that she must have greatly annoyed him--I have been supposing. But isn’t it by her having asked me to act for her? I mean about the Mantovano--which I _have_ done.” Lady Sandgate wondered. “You’ve ‘acted’?” “It’s what I’ve come to tell her at last--and I’m all impatience.”<|quote|>“I see, I see”</|quot... | tell me first--well,” he faltered, “what it is that, to my great disquiet, you’ve further alluded to; what it is that has occurred.” Lady Sandgate took her time, but her good-nature and other sentiments pronounced. “Haven’t you at least guessed that she has fallen under her father’s extreme reprobation?” “Yes, so much ... | morning to start.” “And stops here on his way?” “To take the _train de luxe_ this afternoon to his annual Salsomaggiore. But with so little time to spare,” she went on reassuringly, “that, to simplify--as he wired me an hour ago from Dedborough--he has given rendezvous here to Mr. Bender, who is particularly to wait fo... | say, on ‘business’?” “Very important, please--which accounts for the hour I’ve ventured and the appearance I present.” “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.” He cast about. “She has had no chance to tell me anything-... | the limit of his sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hug... | quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated the grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she asked, “you’ve come, you sa... | The Outcry |
--she had caught a clue. | No speaker | impatience.” “I see, I see”<|quote|>--she had caught a clue.</|quote|>“He hated that--yes; but you | her at last--and I’m all impatience.” “I see, I see”<|quote|>--she had caught a clue.</|quote|>“He hated that--yes; but you haven’t really made out,” she | she must have greatly annoyed him--I have been supposing. But isn’t it by her having asked me to act for her? I mean about the Mantovano--which I _have_ done.” Lady Sandgate wondered. “You’ve ‘acted’?” “It’s what I’ve come to tell her at last--and I’m all impatience.” “I see, I see”<|quote|>--she had caught a clue.</|q... | faltered, “what it is that, to my great disquiet, you’ve further alluded to; what it is that has occurred.” Lady Sandgate took her time, but her good-nature and other sentiments pronounced. “Haven’t you at least guessed that she has fallen under her father’s extreme reprobation?” “Yes, so much as that--that she must ha... | stops here on his way?” “To take the _train de luxe_ this afternoon to his annual Salsomaggiore. But with so little time to spare,” she went on reassuringly, “that, to simplify--as he wired me an hour ago from Dedborough--he has given rendezvous here to Mr. Bender, who is particularly to wait for him.” “And who may the... | important, please--which accounts for the hour I’ve ventured and the appearance I present.” “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.” He cast about. “She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her bei... | sacrifice to vain appearances. Lady Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself... | young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated the grandeur. “Oh, the Pennimans are nobody! But now,” she ask... | The Outcry |
“He hated that--yes; but you haven’t really made out,” | Lady Sandgate | --she had caught a clue.<|quote|>“He hated that--yes; but you haven’t really made out,”</|quote|>she put to him, “the | impatience.” “I see, I see” --she had caught a clue.<|quote|>“He hated that--yes; but you haven’t really made out,”</|quote|>she put to him, “the _other_ effect of your hour | him--I have been supposing. But isn’t it by her having asked me to act for her? I mean about the Mantovano--which I _have_ done.” Lady Sandgate wondered. “You’ve ‘acted’?” “It’s what I’ve come to tell her at last--and I’m all impatience.” “I see, I see” --she had caught a clue.<|quote|>“He hated that--yes; but you have... | to my great disquiet, you’ve further alluded to; what it is that has occurred.” Lady Sandgate took her time, but her good-nature and other sentiments pronounced. “Haven’t you at least guessed that she has fallen under her father’s extreme reprobation?” “Yes, so much as that--that she must have greatly annoyed him--I ha... | “To take the _train de luxe_ this afternoon to his annual Salsomaggiore. But with so little time to spare,” she went on reassuringly, “that, to simplify--as he wired me an hour ago from Dedborough--he has given rendezvous here to Mr. Bender, who is particularly to wait for him.” “And who may therefore arrive at any mom... | hour I’ve ventured and the appearance I present.” “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.” He cast about. “She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reas... | Sandgate was at once interested in the punctuality of his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusem... | have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quickened, took but a moment for the truth. “Yes--it _was_ a squash!” “And once,” his hostess pursued, “in the lobby of the opera?” “After ‘Tristan’--yes; but with some awful grand people I didn’t know.” She recognised; she estimated the grandeur. “Oh, the Pe... | The Outcry |
she put to him, | No speaker | you haven’t really made out,”<|quote|>she put to him,</|quote|>“the _other_ effect of your | clue. “He hated that--yes; but you haven’t really made out,”<|quote|>she put to him,</|quote|>“the _other_ effect of your hour at Dedborough?” She recognised, | having asked me to act for her? I mean about the Mantovano--which I _have_ done.” Lady Sandgate wondered. “You’ve ‘acted’?” “It’s what I’ve come to tell her at last--and I’m all impatience.” “I see, I see” --she had caught a clue. “He hated that--yes; but you haven’t really made out,”<|quote|>she put to him,</|quote|>“... | it is that has occurred.” Lady Sandgate took her time, but her good-nature and other sentiments pronounced. “Haven’t you at least guessed that she has fallen under her father’s extreme reprobation?” “Yes, so much as that--that she must have greatly annoyed him--I have been supposing. But isn’t it by her having asked me... | his annual Salsomaggiore. But with so little time to spare,” she went on reassuringly, “that, to simplify--as he wired me an hour ago from Dedborough--he has given rendezvous here to Mr. Bender, who is particularly to wait for him.” “And who may therefore arrive at any moment?” She looked at her bracelet watch. “Scarce... | don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.” He cast about. “She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “... | his reported act. “Gotch thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look... | as they say, or being on the point of proceeding, to some foreign part.” “And you’ve learnt it from having seen her--these three or four weeks?” “I’ve met her--but just barely--two or three times: at a ‘private view’ at the opera, in the lobby, and that sort of thing. But she hasn’t told you?” Lady Sandgate neither aff... | The Outcry |
“the _other_ effect of your hour at Dedborough?” | Lady Sandgate | out,” she put to him,<|quote|>“the _other_ effect of your hour at Dedborough?”</|quote|>She recognised, however, while she | but you haven’t really made out,” she put to him,<|quote|>“the _other_ effect of your hour at Dedborough?”</|quote|>She recognised, however, while she spoke, that his divination had | act for her? I mean about the Mantovano--which I _have_ done.” Lady Sandgate wondered. “You’ve ‘acted’?” “It’s what I’ve come to tell her at last--and I’m all impatience.” “I see, I see” --she had caught a clue. “He hated that--yes; but you haven’t really made out,” she put to him,<|quote|>“the _other_ effect of your h... | occurred.” Lady Sandgate took her time, but her good-nature and other sentiments pronounced. “Haven’t you at least guessed that she has fallen under her father’s extreme reprobation?” “Yes, so much as that--that she must have greatly annoyed him--I have been supposing. But isn’t it by her having asked me to act for her... | with so little time to spare,” she went on reassuringly, “that, to simplify--as he wired me an hour ago from Dedborough--he has given rendezvous here to Mr. Bender, who is particularly to wait for him.” “And who may therefore arrive at any moment?” She looked at her bracelet watch. “Scarcely before noon. So you’ll just... | much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.” He cast about. “She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with me then... | thinks as much of my grandmother as I do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good ... | about. “She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in r... | The Outcry |
She recognised, however, while she spoke, that his divination had failed, and she didn’t trouble him to confess it. | No speaker | of your hour at Dedborough?”<|quote|>She recognised, however, while she spoke, that his divination had failed, and she didn’t trouble him to confess it.</|quote|>“Directly you had gone she | to him, “the _other_ effect of your hour at Dedborough?”<|quote|>She recognised, however, while she spoke, that his divination had failed, and she didn’t trouble him to confess it.</|quote|>“Directly you had gone she ‘turned down’ Lord John. Declined, | I _have_ done.” Lady Sandgate wondered. “You’ve ‘acted’?” “It’s what I’ve come to tell her at last--and I’m all impatience.” “I see, I see” --she had caught a clue. “He hated that--yes; but you haven’t really made out,” she put to him, “the _other_ effect of your hour at Dedborough?”<|quote|>She recognised, however, wh... | good-nature and other sentiments pronounced. “Haven’t you at least guessed that she has fallen under her father’s extreme reprobation?” “Yes, so much as that--that she must have greatly annoyed him--I have been supposing. But isn’t it by her having asked me to act for her? I mean about the Mantovano--which I _have_ don... | on reassuringly, “that, to simplify--as he wired me an hour ago from Dedborough--he has given rendezvous here to Mr. Bender, who is particularly to wait for him.” “And who may therefore arrive at any moment?” She looked at her bracelet watch. “Scarcely before noon. So you’ll just have your chance--” “Thank the powers t... | I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.” He cast about. “She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection... | do--and even seems to have ended by taking her for his very own.” “One sees, unmistakably, from her beauty, that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him... | “Very important, please--which accounts for the hour I’ve ventured and the appearance I present.” “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.” He cast about. “She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of h... | The Outcry |
“Directly you had gone she ‘turned down’ Lord John. Declined, I mean, the offer of his hand in marriage.” | Lady Sandgate | trouble him to confess it.<|quote|>“Directly you had gone she ‘turned down’ Lord John. Declined, I mean, the offer of his hand in marriage.”</|quote|>Hugh was clearly as much | had failed, and she didn’t trouble him to confess it.<|quote|>“Directly you had gone she ‘turned down’ Lord John. Declined, I mean, the offer of his hand in marriage.”</|quote|>Hugh was clearly as much mystified as anything else. “He | impatience.” “I see, I see” --she had caught a clue. “He hated that--yes; but you haven’t really made out,” she put to him, “the _other_ effect of your hour at Dedborough?” She recognised, however, while she spoke, that his divination had failed, and she didn’t trouble him to confess it.<|quote|>“Directly you had gone ... | “Yes, so much as that--that she must have greatly annoyed him--I have been supposing. But isn’t it by her having asked me to act for her? I mean about the Mantovano--which I _have_ done.” Lady Sandgate wondered. “You’ve ‘acted’?” “It’s what I’ve come to tell her at last--and I’m all impatience.” “I see, I see” --she ha... | Bender, who is particularly to wait for him.” “And who may therefore arrive at any moment?” She looked at her bracelet watch. “Scarcely before noon. So you’ll just have your chance--” “Thank the powers then!” --Hugh grasped at it. “I shall have it best if you’ll be so good as to tell me first--well,” he faltered, “what... | no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. “... | that you at any rate are of her line,” Hugh allowed himself, not without confidence, the amusement of replying; “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but f... | start.” “And stops here on his way?” “To take the _train de luxe_ this afternoon to his annual Salsomaggiore. But with so little time to spare,” she went on reassuringly, “that, to simplify--as he wired me an hour ago from Dedborough--he has given rendezvous here to Mr. Bender, who is particularly to wait for him.” “An... | The Outcry |
Hugh was clearly as much mystified as anything else. | No speaker | of his hand in marriage.”<|quote|>Hugh was clearly as much mystified as anything else.</|quote|>“He proposed there--?” “He had | Declined, I mean, the offer of his hand in marriage.”<|quote|>Hugh was clearly as much mystified as anything else.</|quote|>“He proposed there--?” “He had spoken, that day, _before_--before your | she put to him, “the _other_ effect of your hour at Dedborough?” She recognised, however, while she spoke, that his divination had failed, and she didn’t trouble him to confess it. “Directly you had gone she ‘turned down’ Lord John. Declined, I mean, the offer of his hand in marriage.”<|quote|>Hugh was clearly as much ... | having asked me to act for her? I mean about the Mantovano--which I _have_ done.” Lady Sandgate wondered. “You’ve ‘acted’?” “It’s what I’ve come to tell her at last--and I’m all impatience.” “I see, I see” --she had caught a clue. “He hated that--yes; but you haven’t really made out,” she put to him, “the _other_ effec... | her bracelet watch. “Scarcely before noon. So you’ll just have your chance--” “Thank the powers then!” --Hugh grasped at it. “I shall have it best if you’ll be so good as to tell me first--well,” he faltered, “what it is that, to my great disquiet, you’ve further alluded to; what it is that has occurred.” Lady Sandgate... | She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. “She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously. “She puts me on my honour--or at least her f... | “and I must make sure of another look at her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else: “I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!” It dropped with a... | happened?” His companion fairly sounded him. “You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” “Well,” he smiled, “‘art is long’!” “Then I hope it may see you through! But you should know first that Lord Theign is presently due--” “_Here_, back already from abroad?” --he was all alert. “He has not yet gone--he comes up ... | The Outcry |
“He proposed there--?” | Crimble | much mystified as anything else.<|quote|>“He proposed there--?”</|quote|>“He had spoken, that day, | marriage.” Hugh was clearly as much mystified as anything else.<|quote|>“He proposed there--?”</|quote|>“He had spoken, that day, _before_--before your talk with Lord | hour at Dedborough?” She recognised, however, while she spoke, that his divination had failed, and she didn’t trouble him to confess it. “Directly you had gone she ‘turned down’ Lord John. Declined, I mean, the offer of his hand in marriage.” Hugh was clearly as much mystified as anything else.<|quote|>“He proposed the... | about the Mantovano--which I _have_ done.” Lady Sandgate wondered. “You’ve ‘acted’?” “It’s what I’ve come to tell her at last--and I’m all impatience.” “I see, I see” --she had caught a clue. “He hated that--yes; but you haven’t really made out,” she put to him, “the _other_ effect of your hour at Dedborough?” She reco... | have your chance--” “Thank the powers then!” --Hugh grasped at it. “I shall have it best if you’ll be so good as to tell me first--well,” he faltered, “what it is that, to my great disquiet, you’ve further alluded to; what it is that has occurred.” Lady Sandgate took her time, but her good-nature and other sentiments p... | then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. “She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously. “She puts me on my honour--or at least her father does.” “As to her seeing _me_” “As to _my_ ... | her when I’ve a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else: “I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent by ... | But now,” she asked, “you’ve come, you say, on ‘business’?” “Very important, please--which accounts for the hour I’ve ventured and the appearance I present.” “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.” He cast about. “She... | The Outcry |
“He had spoken, that day, _before_--before your talk with Lord Theign, who had every confidence in her accepting him. But you came, Mr. Crimble, you went; and when her suitor reappeared, just after you _had_ gone, for his answer--” | Lady Sandgate | anything else. “He proposed there--?”<|quote|>“He had spoken, that day, _before_--before your talk with Lord Theign, who had every confidence in her accepting him. But you came, Mr. Crimble, you went; and when her suitor reappeared, just after you _had_ gone, for his answer--”</|quote|>“She wouldn’t have him?” Hugh | clearly as much mystified as anything else. “He proposed there--?”<|quote|>“He had spoken, that day, _before_--before your talk with Lord Theign, who had every confidence in her accepting him. But you came, Mr. Crimble, you went; and when her suitor reappeared, just after you _had_ gone, for his answer--”</|quote|>“She... | She recognised, however, while she spoke, that his divination had failed, and she didn’t trouble him to confess it. “Directly you had gone she ‘turned down’ Lord John. Declined, I mean, the offer of his hand in marriage.” Hugh was clearly as much mystified as anything else. “He proposed there--?”<|quote|>“He had spoken... | I _have_ done.” Lady Sandgate wondered. “You’ve ‘acted’?” “It’s what I’ve come to tell her at last--and I’m all impatience.” “I see, I see” --she had caught a clue. “He hated that--yes; but you haven’t really made out,” she put to him, “the _other_ effect of your hour at Dedborough?” She recognised, however, while she ... | “Thank the powers then!” --Hugh grasped at it. “I shall have it best if you’ll be so good as to tell me first--well,” he faltered, “what it is that, to my great disquiet, you’ve further alluded to; what it is that has occurred.” Lady Sandgate took her time, but her good-nature and other sentiments pronounced. “Haven’t ... | old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. “She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed it more graciously. “She puts me on my honour--or at least her father does.” “As to her seeing _me_” “As to _my_ seeing at l... | a good deal more time.” His hostess heard him as with a lapse of hope. “You hadn’t then come _for_ the poor dear?” And then as he obviously hadn’t, but for something quite else: “I thought, from so prompt an interest, that she might be coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent by some prowling ... | lustre. “I wanted to see how much _you’d_ tell.” She waited even as for more, but this not coming she helped herself. “Once again at dinner?” “Yes, but alas not near her!” “Once then at a private view?--when, with the squash they usually are, you might have been very near her indeed!” The young man, his hilarity quicke... | The Outcry |
“She wouldn’t have him?” | Crimble | _had_ gone, for his answer--”<|quote|>“She wouldn’t have him?”</|quote|>Hugh asked with a precipitation | suitor reappeared, just after you _had_ gone, for his answer--”<|quote|>“She wouldn’t have him?”</|quote|>Hugh asked with a precipitation of interest. But Lady Sandgate | was clearly as much mystified as anything else. “He proposed there--?” “He had spoken, that day, _before_--before your talk with Lord Theign, who had every confidence in her accepting him. But you came, Mr. Crimble, you went; and when her suitor reappeared, just after you _had_ gone, for his answer--”<|quote|>“She woul... | put to him, “the _other_ effect of your hour at Dedborough?” She recognised, however, while she spoke, that his divination had failed, and she didn’t trouble him to confess it. “Directly you had gone she ‘turned down’ Lord John. Declined, I mean, the offer of his hand in marriage.” Hugh was clearly as much mystified as... | is that has occurred.” Lady Sandgate took her time, but her good-nature and other sentiments pronounced. “Haven’t you at least guessed that she has fallen under her father’s extreme reprobation?” “Yes, so much as that--that she must have greatly annoyed him--I have been supposing. But isn’t it by her having asked me to... | me on my honour--or at least her father does.” “As to her seeing _me_” “As to _my_ seeing at least--what may happen to her.” “Because--you say--things _have_ happened?” His companion fairly sounded him. “You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” “Well,” he smiled, “‘art is long’!” “Then I hope it may see you thro... | an interest, that she might be coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?” Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall never do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grac... | here on his way?” “To take the _train de luxe_ this afternoon to his annual Salsomaggiore. But with so little time to spare,” she went on reassuringly, “that, to simplify--as he wired me an hour ago from Dedborough--he has given rendezvous here to Mr. Bender, who is particularly to wait for him.” “And who may therefore... | The Outcry |
Hugh asked with a precipitation of interest. But Lady Sandgate could humour almost any curiosity. | No speaker | answer--” “She wouldn’t have him?”<|quote|>Hugh asked with a precipitation of interest. But Lady Sandgate could humour almost any curiosity.</|quote|>“She wouldn’t look at him.” | you _had_ gone, for his answer--” “She wouldn’t have him?”<|quote|>Hugh asked with a precipitation of interest. But Lady Sandgate could humour almost any curiosity.</|quote|>“She wouldn’t look at him.” He bethought himself. “But had | mystified as anything else. “He proposed there--?” “He had spoken, that day, _before_--before your talk with Lord Theign, who had every confidence in her accepting him. But you came, Mr. Crimble, you went; and when her suitor reappeared, just after you _had_ gone, for his answer--” “She wouldn’t have him?”<|quote|>Hugh... | _other_ effect of your hour at Dedborough?” She recognised, however, while she spoke, that his divination had failed, and she didn’t trouble him to confess it. “Directly you had gone she ‘turned down’ Lord John. Declined, I mean, the offer of his hand in marriage.” Hugh was clearly as much mystified as anything else. “... | Lady Sandgate took her time, but her good-nature and other sentiments pronounced. “Haven’t you at least guessed that she has fallen under her father’s extreme reprobation?” “Yes, so much as that--that she must have greatly annoyed him--I have been supposing. But isn’t it by her having asked me to act for her? I mean ab... | at least her father does.” “As to her seeing _me_” “As to _my_ seeing at least--what may happen to her.” “Because--you say--things _have_ happened?” His companion fairly sounded him. “You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” “Well,” he smiled, “‘art is long’!” “Then I hope it may see you through! But you should ... | might be coveted--!” It dropped with a yearning sigh. “You imagined me sent by some prowling collector?” Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall never do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a partic... | honour--or at least her father does.” “As to her seeing _me_” “As to _my_ seeing at least--what may happen to her.” “Because--you say--things _have_ happened?” His companion fairly sounded him. “You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” “Well,” he smiled, “‘art is long’!” “Then I hope it may see you through! But ... | The Outcry |
“She wouldn’t look at him.” | Lady Sandgate | could humour almost any curiosity.<|quote|>“She wouldn’t look at him.”</|quote|>He bethought himself. “But had | of interest. But Lady Sandgate could humour almost any curiosity.<|quote|>“She wouldn’t look at him.”</|quote|>He bethought himself. “But had she said she would?” “So | with Lord Theign, who had every confidence in her accepting him. But you came, Mr. Crimble, you went; and when her suitor reappeared, just after you _had_ gone, for his answer--” “She wouldn’t have him?” Hugh asked with a precipitation of interest. But Lady Sandgate could humour almost any curiosity.<|quote|>“She woul... | divination had failed, and she didn’t trouble him to confess it. “Directly you had gone she ‘turned down’ Lord John. Declined, I mean, the offer of his hand in marriage.” Hugh was clearly as much mystified as anything else. “He proposed there--?” “He had spoken, that day, _before_--before your talk with Lord Theign, wh... | least guessed that she has fallen under her father’s extreme reprobation?” “Yes, so much as that--that she must have greatly annoyed him--I have been supposing. But isn’t it by her having asked me to act for her? I mean about the Mantovano--which I _have_ done.” Lady Sandgate wondered. “You’ve ‘acted’?” “It’s what I’ve... | least--what may happen to her.” “Because--you say--things _have_ happened?” His companion fairly sounded him. “You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” “Well,” he smiled, “‘art is long’!” “Then I hope it may see you through! But you should know first that Lord Theign is presently due--” “_Here_, back already fro... | prowling collector?” Hugh asked. “Ah, I shall never do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with... | sounded him. “You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” “Well,” he smiled, “‘art is long’!” “Then I hope it may see you through! But you should know first that Lord Theign is presently due--” “_Here_, back already from abroad?” --he was all alert. “He has not yet gone--he comes up this morning to start.” “And sto... | The Outcry |
He bethought himself. | No speaker | “She wouldn’t look at him.”<|quote|>He bethought himself.</|quote|>“But had she said she | could humour almost any curiosity. “She wouldn’t look at him.”<|quote|>He bethought himself.</|quote|>“But had she said she would?” “So her father indignantly | every confidence in her accepting him. But you came, Mr. Crimble, you went; and when her suitor reappeared, just after you _had_ gone, for his answer--” “She wouldn’t have him?” Hugh asked with a precipitation of interest. But Lady Sandgate could humour almost any curiosity. “She wouldn’t look at him.”<|quote|>He beth... | didn’t trouble him to confess it. “Directly you had gone she ‘turned down’ Lord John. Declined, I mean, the offer of his hand in marriage.” Hugh was clearly as much mystified as anything else. “He proposed there--?” “He had spoken, that day, _before_--before your talk with Lord Theign, who had every confidence in her a... | fallen under her father’s extreme reprobation?” “Yes, so much as that--that she must have greatly annoyed him--I have been supposing. But isn’t it by her having asked me to act for her? I mean about the Mantovano--which I _have_ done.” Lady Sandgate wondered. “You’ve ‘acted’?” “It’s what I’ve come to tell her at last--... | “Because--you say--things _have_ happened?” His companion fairly sounded him. “You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” “Well,” he smiled, “‘art is long’!” “Then I hope it may see you through! But you should know first that Lord Theign is presently due--” “_Here_, back already from abroad?” --he was all alert. “... | I shall never do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you... | being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter. “She’s with me then as an old firm friend. Under my care and protection.” “I see” --he took it, with more penetration than enthusiasm, as a hint in respect to himself. “She puts you on your guard.” Lady Sandgate expressed i... | The Outcry |
“But had she said she would?” | Crimble | at him.” He bethought himself.<|quote|>“But had she said she would?”</|quote|>“So her father indignantly considers.” | any curiosity. “She wouldn’t look at him.” He bethought himself.<|quote|>“But had she said she would?”</|quote|>“So her father indignantly considers.” “That’s the _ground_ of his | her accepting him. But you came, Mr. Crimble, you went; and when her suitor reappeared, just after you _had_ gone, for his answer--” “She wouldn’t have him?” Hugh asked with a precipitation of interest. But Lady Sandgate could humour almost any curiosity. “She wouldn’t look at him.” He bethought himself.<|quote|>“But ... | to confess it. “Directly you had gone she ‘turned down’ Lord John. Declined, I mean, the offer of his hand in marriage.” Hugh was clearly as much mystified as anything else. “He proposed there--?” “He had spoken, that day, _before_--before your talk with Lord Theign, who had every confidence in her accepting him. But y... | father’s extreme reprobation?” “Yes, so much as that--that she must have greatly annoyed him--I have been supposing. But isn’t it by her having asked me to act for her? I mean about the Mantovano--which I _have_ done.” Lady Sandgate wondered. “You’ve ‘acted’?” “It’s what I’ve come to tell her at last--and I’m all impat... | happened?” His companion fairly sounded him. “You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” “Well,” he smiled, “‘art is long’!” “Then I hope it may see you through! But you should know first that Lord Theign is presently due--” “_Here_, back already from abroad?” --he was all alert. “He has not yet gone--he comes up ... | do their work--unless to betray them: _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on l... | has fallen under her father’s extreme reprobation?” “Yes, so much as that--that she must have greatly annoyed him--I have been supposing. But isn’t it by her having asked me to act for her? I mean about the Mantovano--which I _have_ done.” Lady Sandgate wondered. “You’ve ‘acted’?” “It’s what I’ve come to tell her at la... | The Outcry |
“So her father indignantly considers.” | Lady Sandgate | had she said she would?”<|quote|>“So her father indignantly considers.”</|quote|>“That’s the _ground_ of his | him.” He bethought himself. “But had she said she would?”<|quote|>“So her father indignantly considers.”</|quote|>“That’s the _ground_ of his indignation?” “He had his reasons | Mr. Crimble, you went; and when her suitor reappeared, just after you _had_ gone, for his answer--” “She wouldn’t have him?” Hugh asked with a precipitation of interest. But Lady Sandgate could humour almost any curiosity. “She wouldn’t look at him.” He bethought himself. “But had she said she would?”<|quote|>“So her ... | gone she ‘turned down’ Lord John. Declined, I mean, the offer of his hand in marriage.” Hugh was clearly as much mystified as anything else. “He proposed there--?” “He had spoken, that day, _before_--before your talk with Lord Theign, who had every confidence in her accepting him. But you came, Mr. Crimble, you went; a... | as that--that she must have greatly annoyed him--I have been supposing. But isn’t it by her having asked me to act for her? I mean about the Mantovano--which I _have_ done.” Lady Sandgate wondered. “You’ve ‘acted’?” “It’s what I’ve come to tell her at last--and I’m all impatience.” “I see, I see” --she had caught a clu... | “You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” “Well,” he smiled, “‘art is long’!” “Then I hope it may see you through! But you should know first that Lord Theign is presently due--” “_Here_, back already from abroad?” --he was all alert. “He has not yet gone--he comes up this morning to start.” “And stops here on hi... | _that_ I shouldn’t in the least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of ... | “I don’t ask you too much to ‘account,’” Lady Sandgate kindly said; “but I can’t not wonder if she hasn’t told you what things have happened.” He cast about. “She has had no chance to tell me anything--beyond the fact of her being here.” “Without the reason?” “‘The reason’?” he echoed. She gave it up, going straighter... | The Outcry |
“That’s the _ground_ of his indignation?” | Crimble | “So her father indignantly considers.”<|quote|>“That’s the _ground_ of his indignation?”</|quote|>“He had his reasons for | had she said she would?” “So her father indignantly considers.”<|quote|>“That’s the _ground_ of his indignation?”</|quote|>“He had his reasons for counting on her, and it | when her suitor reappeared, just after you _had_ gone, for his answer--” “She wouldn’t have him?” Hugh asked with a precipitation of interest. But Lady Sandgate could humour almost any curiosity. “She wouldn’t look at him.” He bethought himself. “But had she said she would?” “So her father indignantly considers.”<|quo... | John. Declined, I mean, the offer of his hand in marriage.” Hugh was clearly as much mystified as anything else. “He proposed there--?” “He had spoken, that day, _before_--before your talk with Lord Theign, who had every confidence in her accepting him. But you came, Mr. Crimble, you went; and when her suitor reappeare... | greatly annoyed him--I have been supposing. But isn’t it by her having asked me to act for her? I mean about the Mantovano--which I _have_ done.” Lady Sandgate wondered. “You’ve ‘acted’?” “It’s what I’ve come to tell her at last--and I’m all impatience.” “I see, I see” --she had caught a clue. “He hated that--yes; but ... | ‘art’?” “Well,” he smiled, “‘art is long’!” “Then I hope it may see you through! But you should know first that Lord Theign is presently due--” “_Here_, back already from abroad?” --he was all alert. “He has not yet gone--he comes up this morning to start.” “And stops here on his way?” “To take the _train de luxe_ this... | least mind!--and I’m here, frankly, at this early hour, to ask your consent to my seeing Lady Grace a moment on a particular business, if she can kindly give me time.” “You’ve known then of her being with me?” “I’ve known of her coming to you straight on leaving Dedborough,” he explained; “of her wishing not to go to h... | him. “You’ve only talked--when you’ve met--of ‘art’?” “Well,” he smiled, “‘art is long’!” “Then I hope it may see you through! But you should know first that Lord Theign is presently due--” “_Here_, back already from abroad?” --he was all alert. “He has not yet gone--he comes up this morning to start.” “And stops here ... | The Outcry |
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