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“My orders then are so much rubbish to you?” | Theign | thrust the responsibility straight back.<|quote|>“My orders then are so much rubbish to you?”</|quote|>Lady Grace held her ground, | before her again as to thrust the responsibility straight back.<|quote|>“My orders then are so much rubbish to you?”</|quote|>Lady Grace held her ground, and they remained face to | costs me to redeem the picture?” “To lose your tenth-rate friend” --he spoke without scruple now. She instantly broke into ardent deprecation, pleading at once and warning. “Father, father, oh--! You hold the thing in your hands.” He pulled up before her again as to thrust the responsibility straight back.<|quote|>“My... | what it costs you--!” But his other words were lost in the hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered meaning came so straight--that she substituted words of her own. “Of what it costs me to redeem the picture?” “To lose your... | God, I’m to ‘compromise’ on top of everything?--I’m to let you browbeat me, haggle and bargain with me, over a thing that I’m entitled to settle with you as things have ever _been_ settled among us, by uttering to you my last parental word?” “You don’t care enough then for what you name?” --she took it up as scarce hee... | father--I think him clever, intelligent, good; I want what he wants--I want it, I think, really, as much; and I don’t at all deny that he has helped to make me so want it. But that doesn’t matter. I’ll wholly cease to see him, I’ll give him up forever, if--if--!” She faltered, however, she hung fire with a smile that a... | represent the standard, for me, in your opinion, of the proprieties and duties of our house?” Well, she was too earnest--as she clearly wished to let him see--to mind his perversion of it. “I express to you the way we feel.” “It’s most striking to hear, certainly, what you express” --he had positively to laugh for it; ... | or attempting to answer this, simply gave the first flare of his criticism time to drop. It wasn’t till a minute passed that she said: “You don’t agree to my compromise?” Ah, the question but fatally sharpened at a stroke the stiffness of his spirit. “Good God, I’m to ‘compromise’ on top of everything?--I’m to let you ... | The Outcry |
Lady Grace held her ground, and they remained face to face in opposition and accusation, neither making the other the sign of peace. But the girl at least _had_, in her way, held out the olive-branch, while Lord Theign had but reaffirmed his will. It was for her acceptance of this that he searched her, her last word no... | No speaker | so much rubbish to you?”<|quote|>Lady Grace held her ground, and they remained face to face in opposition and accusation, neither making the other the sign of peace. But the girl at least _had_, in her way, held out the olive-branch, while Lord Theign had but reaffirmed his will. It was for her acceptance of this that ... | back. “My orders then are so much rubbish to you?”<|quote|>Lady Grace held her ground, and they remained face to face in opposition and accusation, neither making the other the sign of peace. But the girl at least _had_, in her way, held out the olive-branch, while Lord Theign had but reaffirmed his will. It was for he... | tenth-rate friend” --he spoke without scruple now. She instantly broke into ardent deprecation, pleading at once and warning. “Father, father, oh--! You hold the thing in your hands.” He pulled up before her again as to thrust the responsibility straight back. “My orders then are so much rubbish to you?”<|quote|>Lady ... | lost in the hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered meaning came so straight--that she substituted words of her own. “Of what it costs me to redeem the picture?” “To lose your tenth-rate friend” --he spoke without scruple n... | let you browbeat me, haggle and bargain with me, over a thing that I’m entitled to settle with you as things have ever _been_ settled among us, by uttering to you my last parental word?” “You don’t care enough then for what you name?” --she took it up as scarce heeding now what he said. “For putting an end to your odio... | he wants--I want it, I think, really, as much; and I don’t at all deny that he has helped to make me so want it. But that doesn’t matter. I’ll wholly cease to see him, I’ll give him up forever, if--if--!” She faltered, however, she hung fire with a smile that anxiously, intensely appealed. Then she began and stopped ag... | the proprieties and duties of our house?” Well, she was too earnest--as she clearly wished to let him see--to mind his perversion of it. “I express to you the way we feel.” “It’s most striking to hear, certainly, what you express” --he had positively to laugh for it; “and you speak of him, with your insufferable ‘we,’ ... | announce to the world that I’ve made an ass of myself you’ll kindly forbear from your united effort--the charming pair of you--to show me up for one?” Lady Grace, as if consciously not caring or attempting to answer this, simply gave the first flare of his criticism time to drop. It wasn’t till a minute passed that she... | The Outcry |
“Well--I must think!” | Grace | to her companion in a<|quote|>“Well--I must think!”</|quote|>For the butler positively resounded, | of delay, which she signified to her companion in a<|quote|>“Well--I must think!”</|quote|>For the butler positively resounded, and Hugh was there. “Mr. | searched her, her last word not having yet come. Before it had done so, however, the door from the lobby opened and Mr. Gotch had regained their presence. This appeared to determine in Lady Grace a view of the importance of delay, which she signified to her companion in a<|quote|>“Well--I must think!”</|quote|>For the ... | her ground, and they remained face to face in opposition and accusation, neither making the other the sign of peace. But the girl at least _had_, in her way, held out the olive-branch, while Lord Theign had but reaffirmed his will. It was for her acceptance of this that he searched her, her last word not having yet com... | hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered meaning came so straight--that she substituted words of her own. “Of what it costs me to redeem the picture?” “To lose your tenth-rate friend” --he spoke without scruple now. She ins... | it into his own terms. “If I’ll obligingly announce to the world that I’ve made an ass of myself you’ll kindly forbear from your united effort--the charming pair of you--to show me up for one?” Lady Grace, as if consciously not caring or attempting to answer this, simply gave the first flare of his criticism time to dr... | rebutted nothing: “You must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.” But it took her a minute to go further. “I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.” “Saw him ‘here’?” Lord ... | how much I care: as you give me, very strangely indeed, it strikes me, that of what it costs you--!” But his other words were lost in the hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered meaning came so straight--that she substitut... | The Outcry |
For the butler positively resounded, and Hugh was there. | No speaker | in a “Well--I must think!”<|quote|>For the butler positively resounded, and Hugh was there.</|quote|>“Mr. Crimble!” Mr. Gotch proclaimed--with | she signified to her companion in a “Well--I must think!”<|quote|>For the butler positively resounded, and Hugh was there.</|quote|>“Mr. Crimble!” Mr. Gotch proclaimed--with the further extravagance of projecting | last word not having yet come. Before it had done so, however, the door from the lobby opened and Mr. Gotch had regained their presence. This appeared to determine in Lady Grace a view of the importance of delay, which she signified to her companion in a “Well--I must think!”<|quote|>For the butler positively resounded... | they remained face to face in opposition and accusation, neither making the other the sign of peace. But the girl at least _had_, in her way, held out the olive-branch, while Lord Theign had but reaffirmed his will. It was for her acceptance of this that he searched her, her last word not having yet come. Before it had... | at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered meaning came so straight--that she substituted words of her own. “Of what it costs me to redeem the picture?” “To lose your tenth-rate friend” --he spoke without scruple now. She instantly broke in... | own terms. “If I’ll obligingly announce to the world that I’ve made an ass of myself you’ll kindly forbear from your united effort--the charming pair of you--to show me up for one?” Lady Grace, as if consciously not caring or attempting to answer this, simply gave the first flare of his criticism time to drop. It wasn’... | must see a great deal of your fellow-critic not to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.” But it took her a minute to go further. “I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.” “Saw him ‘here’?” Lord Theign amazedly asked. ... | were lost in the hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered meaning came so straight--that she substituted words of her own. “Of what it costs me to redeem the picture?” “To lose your tenth-rate friend” --he spoke without scru... | The Outcry |
“Mr. Crimble!” | Gotch | resounded, and Hugh was there.<|quote|>“Mr. Crimble!”</|quote|>Mr. Gotch proclaimed--with the further | think!” For the butler positively resounded, and Hugh was there.<|quote|>“Mr. Crimble!”</|quote|>Mr. Gotch proclaimed--with the further extravagance of projecting the visitor | done so, however, the door from the lobby opened and Mr. Gotch had regained their presence. This appeared to determine in Lady Grace a view of the importance of delay, which she signified to her companion in a “Well--I must think!” For the butler positively resounded, and Hugh was there.<|quote|>“Mr. Crimble!”</|quote|... | neither making the other the sign of peace. But the girl at least _had_, in her way, held out the olive-branch, while Lord Theign had but reaffirmed his will. It was for her acceptance of this that he searched her, her last word not having yet come. Before it had done so, however, the door from the lobby opened and Mr.... | as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered meaning came so straight--that she substituted words of her own. “Of what it costs me to redeem the picture?” “To lose your tenth-rate friend” --he spoke without scruple now. She instantly broke into ardent deprecation, pleading at once... | that I’ve made an ass of myself you’ll kindly forbear from your united effort--the charming pair of you--to show me up for one?” Lady Grace, as if consciously not caring or attempting to answer this, simply gave the first flare of his criticism time to drop. It wasn’t till a minute passed that she said: “You don’t agre... | to be able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.” But it took her a minute to go further. “I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.” “Saw him ‘here’?” Lord Theign amazedly asked. “He _comes_ to you here--and Amy Sandgate has be... | stood staring as at the size of it--then translated it into his own terms. “If I’ll obligingly announce to the world that I’ve made an ass of myself you’ll kindly forbear from your united effort--the charming pair of you--to show me up for one?” Lady Grace, as if consciously not caring or attempting to answer this, sim... | The Outcry |
Mr. Gotch proclaimed--with the further extravagance of projecting the visitor straight upon his lordship. VII Our young man showed another face than the face his friend had lately seen him carry off, and he now turned it distressfully from that source of inspiration to Lord Theign, who was flagrantly, even from th... | No speaker | Hugh was there. “Mr. Crimble!”<|quote|>Mr. Gotch proclaimed--with the further extravagance of projecting the visitor straight upon his lordship. VII Our young man showed another face than the face his friend had lately seen him carry off, and he now turned it distressfully from that source of inspiration to Lord T... | the butler positively resounded, and Hugh was there. “Mr. Crimble!”<|quote|>Mr. Gotch proclaimed--with the further extravagance of projecting the visitor straight upon his lordship. VII Our young man showed another face than the face his friend had lately seen him carry off, and he now turned it distressfully from... | however, the door from the lobby opened and Mr. Gotch had regained their presence. This appeared to determine in Lady Grace a view of the importance of delay, which she signified to her companion in a “Well--I must think!” For the butler positively resounded, and Hugh was there. “Mr. Crimble!”<|quote|>Mr. Gotch proclai... | the other the sign of peace. But the girl at least _had_, in her way, held out the olive-branch, while Lord Theign had but reaffirmed his will. It was for her acceptance of this that he searched her, her last word not having yet come. Before it had done so, however, the door from the lobby opened and Mr. Gotch had rega... | disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered meaning came so straight--that she substituted words of her own. “Of what it costs me to redeem the picture?” “To lose your tenth-rate friend” --he spoke without scruple now. She instantly broke into ardent deprecation, pleading at once and wa... | made an ass of myself you’ll kindly forbear from your united effort--the charming pair of you--to show me up for one?” Lady Grace, as if consciously not caring or attempting to answer this, simply gave the first flare of his criticism time to drop. It wasn’t till a minute passed that she said: “You don’t agree to my co... | able to speak of yourself without him!” “Yes, we’re fellow-critics, father” --she accepted this opening. “I perfectly adopt your term.” But it took her a minute to go further. “I saw Mr. Crim-ble here half an hour ago.” “Saw him ‘here’?” Lord Theign amazedly asked. “He _comes_ to you here--and Amy Sandgate has been sil... | as much; and I don’t at all deny that he has helped to make me so want it. But that doesn’t matter. I’ll wholly cease to see him, I’ll give him up forever, if--if--!” She faltered, however, she hung fire with a smile that anxiously, intensely appealed. Then she began and stopped again, “If--if--!” while her father caug... | The Outcry |
“Here I am again, you see--and I’ve got my news, worse luck!” | Crimble | Grace, whom he directly addressed.<|quote|>“Here I am again, you see--and I’ve got my news, worse luck!”</|quote|>But his manner to her | difficulty and effort, to Lady Grace, whom he directly addressed.<|quote|>“Here I am again, you see--and I’ve got my news, worse luck!”</|quote|>But his manner to her father was the next instant | carry off, and he now turned it distressfully from that source of inspiration to Lord Theign, who was flagrantly, even from this first moment, no such source at all, and then from his noble adversary back again, under pressure of difficulty and effort, to Lady Grace, whom he directly addressed.<|quote|>“Here I am again... | signified to her companion in a “Well--I must think!” For the butler positively resounded, and Hugh was there. “Mr. Crimble!” Mr. Gotch proclaimed--with the further extravagance of projecting the visitor straight upon his lordship. VII Our young man showed another face than the face his friend had lately seen him ... | rubbish to you?” Lady Grace held her ground, and they remained face to face in opposition and accusation, neither making the other the sign of peace. But the girl at least _had_, in her way, held out the olive-branch, while Lord Theign had but reaffirmed his will. It was for her acceptance of this that he searched her,... | of everything?--I’m to let you browbeat me, haggle and bargain with me, over a thing that I’m entitled to settle with you as things have ever _been_ settled among us, by uttering to you my last parental word?” “You don’t care enough then for what you name?” --she took it up as scarce heeding now what he said. “For putt... | come again.” It brought down with a bang all her father’s authority. “Then I simply exact of you that you don’t see him.” The pause of which she paid it the deference was charged like a brimming cup. “Is that what you _really_ meant by your condition just now--that when I do see him I shall not speak to him?” “What I ‘... | minute passed that she said: “You don’t agree to my compromise?” Ah, the question but fatally sharpened at a stroke the stiffness of his spirit. “Good God, I’m to ‘compromise’ on top of everything?--I’m to let you browbeat me, haggle and bargain with me, over a thing that I’m entitled to settle with you as things have ... | The Outcry |
But his manner to her father was the next instant more brisk. | No speaker | got my news, worse luck!”<|quote|>But his manner to her father was the next instant more brisk.</|quote|>“I learned you were here, | am again, you see--and I’ve got my news, worse luck!”<|quote|>But his manner to her father was the next instant more brisk.</|quote|>“I learned you were here, my lord; but as the | inspiration to Lord Theign, who was flagrantly, even from this first moment, no such source at all, and then from his noble adversary back again, under pressure of difficulty and effort, to Lady Grace, whom he directly addressed. “Here I am again, you see--and I’ve got my news, worse luck!”<|quote|>But his manner to he... | positively resounded, and Hugh was there. “Mr. Crimble!” Mr. Gotch proclaimed--with the further extravagance of projecting the visitor straight upon his lordship. VII Our young man showed another face than the face his friend had lately seen him carry off, and he now turned it distressfully from that source of ins... | to face in opposition and accusation, neither making the other the sign of peace. But the girl at least _had_, in her way, held out the olive-branch, while Lord Theign had but reaffirmed his will. It was for her acceptance of this that he searched her, her last word not having yet come. Before it had done so, however, ... | over a thing that I’m entitled to settle with you as things have ever _been_ settled among us, by uttering to you my last parental word?” “You don’t care enough then for what you name?” --she took it up as scarce heeding now what he said. “For putting an end to your odious commerce--? I give you the measure, on the con... | “Then I simply exact of you that you don’t see him.” The pause of which she paid it the deference was charged like a brimming cup. “Is that what you _really_ meant by your condition just now--that when I do see him I shall not speak to him?” “What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay up... | in the hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered meaning came so straight--that she substituted words of her own. “Of what it costs me to redeem the picture?” “To lose your tenth-rate friend” --he spoke without scruple now. ... | The Outcry |
“I learned you were here, my lord; but as the case is important I told them it was all right and came up. I’ve been to my club,” | Crimble | the next instant more brisk.<|quote|>“I learned you were here, my lord; but as the case is important I told them it was all right and came up. I’ve been to my club,”</|quote|>he added for the girl, | manner to her father was the next instant more brisk.<|quote|>“I learned you were here, my lord; but as the case is important I told them it was all right and came up. I’ve been to my club,”</|quote|>he added for the girl, “and found the tiresome thing--!” | no such source at all, and then from his noble adversary back again, under pressure of difficulty and effort, to Lady Grace, whom he directly addressed. “Here I am again, you see--and I’ve got my news, worse luck!” But his manner to her father was the next instant more brisk.<|quote|>“I learned you were here, my lord; ... | further extravagance of projecting the visitor straight upon his lordship. VII Our young man showed another face than the face his friend had lately seen him carry off, and he now turned it distressfully from that source of inspiration to Lord Theign, who was flagrantly, even from this first moment, no such source at a... | of peace. But the girl at least _had_, in her way, held out the olive-branch, while Lord Theign had but reaffirmed his will. It was for her acceptance of this that he searched her, her last word not having yet come. Before it had done so, however, the door from the lobby opened and Mr. Gotch had regained their presence... | have ever _been_ settled among us, by uttering to you my last parental word?” “You don’t care enough then for what you name?” --she took it up as scarce heeding now what he said. “For putting an end to your odious commerce--? I give you the measure, on the contrary,” said Lord Theign, “of how much I care: as you give m... | pause of which she paid it the deference was charged like a brimming cup. “Is that what you _really_ meant by your condition just now--that when I do see him I shall not speak to him?” “What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do ... | up forever, if--if--!” She faltered, however, she hung fire with a smile that anxiously, intensely appealed. Then she began and stopped again, “If--if--!” while her father caught her up with irritation. “‘If,’ my lady? If _what_, please?” “If you’ll withdraw the offer of our picture to Mr. Bender--and never make anothe... | The Outcry |
he added for the girl, | No speaker | I’ve been to my club,”<|quote|>he added for the girl,</|quote|>“and found the tiresome thing--!” | all right and came up. I’ve been to my club,”<|quote|>he added for the girl,</|quote|>“and found the tiresome thing--!” But he broke down breathless. | am again, you see--and I’ve got my news, worse luck!” But his manner to her father was the next instant more brisk. “I learned you were here, my lord; but as the case is important I told them it was all right and came up. I’ve been to my club,”<|quote|>he added for the girl,</|quote|>“and found the tiresome thing--!” B... | and he now turned it distressfully from that source of inspiration to Lord Theign, who was flagrantly, even from this first moment, no such source at all, and then from his noble adversary back again, under pressure of difficulty and effort, to Lady Grace, whom he directly addressed. “Here I am again, you see--and I’ve... | of this that he searched her, her last word not having yet come. Before it had done so, however, the door from the lobby opened and Mr. Gotch had regained their presence. This appeared to determine in Lady Grace a view of the importance of delay, which she signified to her companion in a “Well--I must think!” For the b... | scarce heeding now what he said. “For putting an end to your odious commerce--? I give you the measure, on the contrary,” said Lord Theign, “of how much I care: as you give me, very strangely indeed, it strikes me, that of what it costs you--!” But his other words were lost in the hard long look at her from which he br... | see him I shall not speak to him?” “What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” He had an impatient gesture. “You sound as ... | from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered meaning came so straight--that she substituted words of her own. “Of what it costs me to redeem the picture?” “To lose your tenth-rate friend” --he spoke without scruple now. She instantly broke into arde... | The Outcry |
“and found the tiresome thing--!” | Crimble | he added for the girl,<|quote|>“and found the tiresome thing--!”</|quote|>But he broke down breathless. | I’ve been to my club,” he added for the girl,<|quote|>“and found the tiresome thing--!”</|quote|>But he broke down breathless. “And it isn’t good?” she | got my news, worse luck!” But his manner to her father was the next instant more brisk. “I learned you were here, my lord; but as the case is important I told them it was all right and came up. I’ve been to my club,” he added for the girl,<|quote|>“and found the tiresome thing--!”</|quote|>But he broke down breathless.... | distressfully from that source of inspiration to Lord Theign, who was flagrantly, even from this first moment, no such source at all, and then from his noble adversary back again, under pressure of difficulty and effort, to Lady Grace, whom he directly addressed. “Here I am again, you see--and I’ve got my news, worse l... | her, her last word not having yet come. Before it had done so, however, the door from the lobby opened and Mr. Gotch had regained their presence. This appeared to determine in Lady Grace a view of the importance of delay, which she signified to her companion in a “Well--I must think!” For the butler positively resounde... | said. “For putting an end to your odious commerce--? I give you the measure, on the contrary,” said Lord Theign, “of how much I care: as you give me, very strangely indeed, it strikes me, that of what it costs you--!” But his other words were lost in the hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disg... | speak to him?” “What I ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” He had an impatient gesture. “You sound as if I asked you to gi... | into his own terms. “If I’ll obligingly announce to the world that I’ve made an ass of myself you’ll kindly forbear from your united effort--the charming pair of you--to show me up for one?” Lady Grace, as if consciously not caring or attempting to answer this, simply gave the first flare of his criticism time to drop.... | The Outcry |
But he broke down breathless. | No speaker | “and found the tiresome thing--!”<|quote|>But he broke down breathless.</|quote|>“And it isn’t good?” she | he added for the girl, “and found the tiresome thing--!”<|quote|>But he broke down breathless.</|quote|>“And it isn’t good?” she cried with the highest concern. | But his manner to her father was the next instant more brisk. “I learned you were here, my lord; but as the case is important I told them it was all right and came up. I’ve been to my club,” he added for the girl, “and found the tiresome thing--!”<|quote|>But he broke down breathless.</|quote|>“And it isn’t good?” she ... | inspiration to Lord Theign, who was flagrantly, even from this first moment, no such source at all, and then from his noble adversary back again, under pressure of difficulty and effort, to Lady Grace, whom he directly addressed. “Here I am again, you see--and I’ve got my news, worse luck!” But his manner to her father... | having yet come. Before it had done so, however, the door from the lobby opened and Mr. Gotch had regained their presence. This appeared to determine in Lady Grace a view of the importance of delay, which she signified to her companion in a “Well--I must think!” For the butler positively resounded, and Hugh was there. ... | to your odious commerce--? I give you the measure, on the contrary,” said Lord Theign, “of how much I care: as you give me, very strangely indeed, it strikes me, that of what it costs you--!” But his other words were lost in the hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effec... | ‘really meant’ is what I really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” He had an impatient gesture. “You sound as if I asked you to give up a fortune!” And t... | scruple now. She instantly broke into ardent deprecation, pleading at once and warning. “Father, father, oh--! You hold the thing in your hands.” He pulled up before her again as to thrust the responsibility straight back. “My orders then are so much rubbish to you?” Lady Grace held her ground, and they remained face t... | The Outcry |
“And it isn’t good?” | Grace | But he broke down breathless.<|quote|>“And it isn’t good?”</|quote|>she cried with the highest | “and found the tiresome thing--!” But he broke down breathless.<|quote|>“And it isn’t good?”</|quote|>she cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, | father was the next instant more brisk. “I learned you were here, my lord; but as the case is important I told them it was all right and came up. I’ve been to my club,” he added for the girl, “and found the tiresome thing--!” But he broke down breathless.<|quote|>“And it isn’t good?”</|quote|>she cried with the highest... | was flagrantly, even from this first moment, no such source at all, and then from his noble adversary back again, under pressure of difficulty and effort, to Lady Grace, whom he directly addressed. “Here I am again, you see--and I’ve got my news, worse luck!” But his manner to her father was the next instant more brisk... | had done so, however, the door from the lobby opened and Mr. Gotch had regained their presence. This appeared to determine in Lady Grace a view of the importance of delay, which she signified to her companion in a “Well--I must think!” For the butler positively resounded, and Hugh was there. “Mr. Crimble!” Mr. Gotch pr... | give you the measure, on the contrary,” said Lord Theign, “of how much I care: as you give me, very strangely indeed, it strikes me, that of what it costs you--!” But his other words were lost in the hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herse... | really mean--that you bow to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” He had an impatient gesture. “You sound as if I asked you to give up a fortune!” And then, though she had phras... | irritation. “‘If,’ my lady? If _what_, please?” “If you’ll withdraw the offer of our picture to Mr. Bender--and never make another to any one else!” He stood staring as at the size of it--then translated it into his own terms. “If I’ll obligingly announce to the world that I’ve made an ass of myself you’ll kindly forbe... | The Outcry |
she cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he confessed, | No speaker | breathless. “And it isn’t good?”<|quote|>she cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he confessed,</|quote|>“Not so good as I | thing--!” But he broke down breathless. “And it isn’t good?”<|quote|>she cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he confessed,</|quote|>“Not so good as I hoped. For I assure you, | instant more brisk. “I learned you were here, my lord; but as the case is important I told them it was all right and came up. I’ve been to my club,” he added for the girl, “and found the tiresome thing--!” But he broke down breathless. “And it isn’t good?”<|quote|>she cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not ... | this first moment, no such source at all, and then from his noble adversary back again, under pressure of difficulty and effort, to Lady Grace, whom he directly addressed. “Here I am again, you see--and I’ve got my news, worse luck!” But his manner to her father was the next instant more brisk. “I learned you were here... | the door from the lobby opened and Mr. Gotch had regained their presence. This appeared to determine in Lady Grace a view of the importance of delay, which she signified to her companion in a “Well--I must think!” For the butler positively resounded, and Hugh was there. “Mr. Crimble!” Mr. Gotch proclaimed--with the fur... | on the contrary,” said Lord Theign, “of how much I care: as you give me, very strangely indeed, it strikes me, that of what it costs you--!” But his other words were lost in the hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered mean... | to the law I lay upon you and drop the man altogether.” “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” He had an impatient gesture. “You sound as if I asked you to give up a fortune!” And then, though she had phrased his idea without conste... | unuttered meaning came so straight--that she substituted words of her own. “Of what it costs me to redeem the picture?” “To lose your tenth-rate friend” --he spoke without scruple now. She instantly broke into ardent deprecation, pleading at once and warning. “Father, father, oh--! You hold the thing in your hands.” H... | The Outcry |
“Not so good as I hoped. For I assure you, my lord, I counted--” | Crimble | yet not abjectly, he confessed,<|quote|>“Not so good as I hoped. For I assure you, my lord, I counted--”</|quote|>“It’s the report from Pappendick | with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he confessed,<|quote|>“Not so good as I hoped. For I assure you, my lord, I counted--”</|quote|>“It’s the report from Pappendick about the picture at Verona,” | the case is important I told them it was all right and came up. I’ve been to my club,” he added for the girl, “and found the tiresome thing--!” But he broke down breathless. “And it isn’t good?” she cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he confessed,<|quote|>“Not so good as I hoped. For I assure ... | noble adversary back again, under pressure of difficulty and effort, to Lady Grace, whom he directly addressed. “Here I am again, you see--and I’ve got my news, worse luck!” But his manner to her father was the next instant more brisk. “I learned you were here, my lord; but as the case is important I told them it was a... | presence. This appeared to determine in Lady Grace a view of the importance of delay, which she signified to her companion in a “Well--I must think!” For the butler positively resounded, and Hugh was there. “Mr. Crimble!” Mr. Gotch proclaimed--with the further extravagance of projecting the visitor straight upon his lo... | you give me, very strangely indeed, it strikes me, that of what it costs you--!” But his other words were lost in the hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered meaning came so straight--that she substituted words of her own.... | “Have nothing to do with him at all?” “Have nothing to do with him at all.” “In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” He had an impatient gesture. “You sound as if I asked you to give up a fortune!” And then, though she had phrased his idea without consternation--verily as if it had been in the balance for her... | as to thrust the responsibility straight back. “My orders then are so much rubbish to you?” Lady Grace held her ground, and they remained face to face in opposition and accusation, neither making the other the sign of peace. But the girl at least _had_, in her way, held out the olive-branch, while Lord Theign had but r... | The Outcry |
“It’s the report from Pappendick about the picture at Verona,” | Grace | you, my lord, I counted--”<|quote|>“It’s the report from Pappendick about the picture at Verona,”</|quote|>Lady Grace interruptingly explained. Hugh | I hoped. For I assure you, my lord, I counted--”<|quote|>“It’s the report from Pappendick about the picture at Verona,”</|quote|>Lady Grace interruptingly explained. Hugh took it up, but, as | I’ve been to my club,” he added for the girl, “and found the tiresome thing--!” But he broke down breathless. “And it isn’t good?” she cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he confessed, “Not so good as I hoped. For I assure you, my lord, I counted--”<|quote|>“It’s the report from Pappendick abou... | he directly addressed. “Here I am again, you see--and I’ve got my news, worse luck!” But his manner to her father was the next instant more brisk. “I learned you were here, my lord; but as the case is important I told them it was all right and came up. I’ve been to my club,” he added for the girl, “and found the tireso... | delay, which she signified to her companion in a “Well--I must think!” For the butler positively resounded, and Hugh was there. “Mr. Crimble!” Mr. Gotch proclaimed--with the further extravagance of projecting the visitor straight upon his lordship. VII Our young man showed another face than the face his friend had... | you--!” But his other words were lost in the hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered meaning came so straight--that she substituted words of her own. “Of what it costs me to redeem the picture?” “To lose your tenth-rate fr... | at all.” “In fact” --she took it in-- “give him wholly up.” He had an impatient gesture. “You sound as if I asked you to give up a fortune!” And then, though she had phrased his idea without consternation--verily as if it had been in the balance for her--he might have been moved by something that gathered in her eyes. ... | you--!” But his other words were lost in the hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered meaning came so straight--that she substituted words of her own. “Of what it costs me to redeem the picture?” “To lose your tenth-rate fr... | The Outcry |
Lady Grace interruptingly explained. Hugh took it up, but, as we should well have seen, under embarrassment dismally deeper; the ugly particular defeat he had to announce showing thus, in his thought, for a more awkward force than any reviving possibilities that he might have begun to balance against them. | No speaker | about the picture at Verona,”<|quote|>Lady Grace interruptingly explained. Hugh took it up, but, as we should well have seen, under embarrassment dismally deeper; the ugly particular defeat he had to announce showing thus, in his thought, for a more awkward force than any reviving possibilities that he might have begu... | “It’s the report from Pappendick about the picture at Verona,”<|quote|>Lady Grace interruptingly explained. Hugh took it up, but, as we should well have seen, under embarrassment dismally deeper; the ugly particular defeat he had to announce showing thus, in his thought, for a more awkward force than any reviving poss... | “and found the tiresome thing--!” But he broke down breathless. “And it isn’t good?” she cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he confessed, “Not so good as I hoped. For I assure you, my lord, I counted--” “It’s the report from Pappendick about the picture at Verona,”<|quote|>Lady Grace interrupt... | got my news, worse luck!” But his manner to her father was the next instant more brisk. “I learned you were here, my lord; but as the case is important I told them it was all right and came up. I’ve been to my club,” he added for the girl, “and found the tiresome thing--!” But he broke down breathless. “And it isn’t go... | must think!” For the butler positively resounded, and Hugh was there. “Mr. Crimble!” Mr. Gotch proclaimed--with the further extravagance of projecting the visitor straight upon his lordship. VII Our young man showed another face than the face his friend had lately seen him carry off, and he now turned it distressf... | long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered meaning came so straight--that she substituted words of her own. “Of what it costs me to redeem the picture?” “To lose your tenth-rate friend” --he spoke without scruple now. She instantl... | wholly up.” He had an impatient gesture. “You sound as if I asked you to give up a fortune!” And then, though she had phrased his idea without consternation--verily as if it had been in the balance for her--he might have been moved by something that gathered in her eyes. “You’re so wrapped up in him that the precious s... | as things have ever _been_ settled among us, by uttering to you my last parental word?” “You don’t care enough then for what you name?” --she took it up as scarce heeding now what he said. “For putting an end to your odious commerce--? I give you the measure, on the contrary,” said Lord Theign, “of how much I care: as ... | The Outcry |
“The man I told _you_ about also,” | Crimble | begun to balance against them.<|quote|>“The man I told _you_ about also,”</|quote|>he said to his formidable | possibilities that he might have begun to balance against them.<|quote|>“The man I told _you_ about also,”</|quote|>he said to his formidable patron; “whom I went to | Lady Grace interruptingly explained. Hugh took it up, but, as we should well have seen, under embarrassment dismally deeper; the ugly particular defeat he had to announce showing thus, in his thought, for a more awkward force than any reviving possibilities that he might have begun to balance against them.<|quote|>“Th... | “and found the tiresome thing--!” But he broke down breathless. “And it isn’t good?” she cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he confessed, “Not so good as I hoped. For I assure you, my lord, I counted--” “It’s the report from Pappendick about the picture at Verona,” Lady Grace interruptingly ex... | distressfully from that source of inspiration to Lord Theign, who was flagrantly, even from this first moment, no such source at all, and then from his noble adversary back again, under pressure of difficulty and effort, to Lady Grace, whom he directly addressed. “Here I am again, you see--and I’ve got my news, worse l... | without scruple now. She instantly broke into ardent deprecation, pleading at once and warning. “Father, father, oh--! You hold the thing in your hands.” He pulled up before her again as to thrust the responsibility straight back. “My orders then are so much rubbish to you?” Lady Grace held her ground, and they remaine... | “You’re so wrapped up in him that the precious sacrifice is like _that_ sort of thing?” Lady Grace took her time--but showed, as her eyes continued to hold him, what _had_ gathered. “I like Mr. Crimble exceedingly, father--I think him clever, intelligent, good; I want what he wants--I want it, I think, really, as much;... | stiffness of his spirit. “Good God, I’m to ‘compromise’ on top of everything?--I’m to let you browbeat me, haggle and bargain with me, over a thing that I’m entitled to settle with you as things have ever _been_ settled among us, by uttering to you my last parental word?” “You don’t care enough then for what you name?”... | The Outcry |
he said to his formidable patron; | No speaker | I told _you_ about also,”<|quote|>he said to his formidable patron;</|quote|>“whom I went to Brussels | balance against them. “The man I told _you_ about also,”<|quote|>he said to his formidable patron;</|quote|>“whom I went to Brussels to talk with and who, | up, but, as we should well have seen, under embarrassment dismally deeper; the ugly particular defeat he had to announce showing thus, in his thought, for a more awkward force than any reviving possibilities that he might have begun to balance against them. “The man I told _you_ about also,”<|quote|>he said to his form... | broke down breathless. “And it isn’t good?” she cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he confessed, “Not so good as I hoped. For I assure you, my lord, I counted--” “It’s the report from Pappendick about the picture at Verona,” Lady Grace interruptingly explained. Hugh took it up, but, as we sho... | Lord Theign, who was flagrantly, even from this first moment, no such source at all, and then from his noble adversary back again, under pressure of difficulty and effort, to Lady Grace, whom he directly addressed. “Here I am again, you see--and I’ve got my news, worse luck!” But his manner to her father was the next i... | ardent deprecation, pleading at once and warning. “Father, father, oh--! You hold the thing in your hands.” He pulled up before her again as to thrust the responsibility straight back. “My orders then are so much rubbish to you?” Lady Grace held her ground, and they remained face to face in opposition and accusation, n... | the precious sacrifice is like _that_ sort of thing?” Lady Grace took her time--but showed, as her eyes continued to hold him, what _had_ gathered. “I like Mr. Crimble exceedingly, father--I think him clever, intelligent, good; I want what he wants--I want it, I think, really, as much; and I don’t at all deny that he h... | a thing that I’m entitled to settle with you as things have ever _been_ settled among us, by uttering to you my last parental word?” “You don’t care enough then for what you name?” --she took it up as scarce heeding now what he said. “For putting an end to your odious commerce--? I give you the measure, on the contrary... | The Outcry |
“whom I went to Brussels to talk with and who, most kindly, has gone for us to Verona. He has been able to get straight at _their_ Mantovano, but the brute horribly wires me that he doesn’t quite see the thing; see, I mean” | Crimble | said to his formidable patron;<|quote|>“whom I went to Brussels to talk with and who, most kindly, has gone for us to Verona. He has been able to get straight at _their_ Mantovano, but the brute horribly wires me that he doesn’t quite see the thing; see, I mean”</|quote|>--and he gathered his two | told _you_ about also,” he said to his formidable patron;<|quote|>“whom I went to Brussels to talk with and who, most kindly, has gone for us to Verona. He has been able to get straight at _their_ Mantovano, but the brute horribly wires me that he doesn’t quite see the thing; see, I mean”</|quote|>--and he gathered his... | have seen, under embarrassment dismally deeper; the ugly particular defeat he had to announce showing thus, in his thought, for a more awkward force than any reviving possibilities that he might have begun to balance against them. “The man I told _you_ about also,” he said to his formidable patron;<|quote|>“whom I went... | good?” she cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he confessed, “Not so good as I hoped. For I assure you, my lord, I counted--” “It’s the report from Pappendick about the picture at Verona,” Lady Grace interruptingly explained. Hugh took it up, but, as we should well have seen, under embarrassme... | from this first moment, no such source at all, and then from his noble adversary back again, under pressure of difficulty and effort, to Lady Grace, whom he directly addressed. “Here I am again, you see--and I’ve got my news, worse luck!” But his manner to her father was the next instant more brisk. “I learned you were... | warning. “Father, father, oh--! You hold the thing in your hands.” He pulled up before her again as to thrust the responsibility straight back. “My orders then are so much rubbish to you?” Lady Grace held her ground, and they remained face to face in opposition and accusation, neither making the other the sign of peace... | sort of thing?” Lady Grace took her time--but showed, as her eyes continued to hold him, what _had_ gathered. “I like Mr. Crimble exceedingly, father--I think him clever, intelligent, good; I want what he wants--I want it, I think, really, as much; and I don’t at all deny that he has helped to make me so want it. But t... | you the measure, on the contrary,” said Lord Theign, “of how much I care: as you give me, very strangely indeed, it strikes me, that of what it costs you--!” But his other words were lost in the hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--t... | The Outcry |
--and he gathered his two hearers together now in his overflow of chagrin, conscious, with his break of the ice, more exclusively of that-- | No speaker | the thing; see, I mean”<|quote|>--and he gathered his two hearers together now in his overflow of chagrin, conscious, with his break of the ice, more exclusively of that--</|quote|>“my vivid vital point, the | that he doesn’t quite see the thing; see, I mean”<|quote|>--and he gathered his two hearers together now in his overflow of chagrin, conscious, with his break of the ice, more exclusively of that--</|quote|>“my vivid vital point, the absolute screaming identity of the | he said to his formidable patron; “whom I went to Brussels to talk with and who, most kindly, has gone for us to Verona. He has been able to get straight at _their_ Mantovano, but the brute horribly wires me that he doesn’t quite see the thing; see, I mean”<|quote|>--and he gathered his two hearers together now in his ... | up, but, as we should well have seen, under embarrassment dismally deeper; the ugly particular defeat he had to announce showing thus, in his thought, for a more awkward force than any reviving possibilities that he might have begun to balance against them. “The man I told _you_ about also,” he said to his formidable p... | manner to her father was the next instant more brisk. “I learned you were here, my lord; but as the case is important I told them it was all right and came up. I’ve been to my club,” he added for the girl, “and found the tiresome thing--!” But he broke down breathless. “And it isn’t good?” she cried with the highest co... | in opposition and accusation, neither making the other the sign of peace. But the girl at least _had_, in her way, held out the olive-branch, while Lord Theign had but reaffirmed his will. It was for her acceptance of this that he searched her, her last word not having yet come. Before it had done so, however, the door... | don’t at all deny that he has helped to make me so want it. But that doesn’t matter. I’ll wholly cease to see him, I’ll give him up forever, if--if--!” She faltered, however, she hung fire with a smile that anxiously, intensely appealed. Then she began and stopped again, “If--if--!” while her father caught her up with ... | to you?” Lady Grace held her ground, and they remained face to face in opposition and accusation, neither making the other the sign of peace. But the girl at least _had_, in her way, held out the olive-branch, while Lord Theign had but reaffirmed his will. It was for her acceptance of this that he searched her, her las... | The Outcry |
“my vivid vital point, the absolute screaming identity of the two persons represented. I still hold,” | Crimble | ice, more exclusively of that--<|quote|>“my vivid vital point, the absolute screaming identity of the two persons represented. I still hold,”</|quote|>he persuasively went on, “that | with his break of the ice, more exclusively of that--<|quote|>“my vivid vital point, the absolute screaming identity of the two persons represented. I still hold,”</|quote|>he persuasively went on, “that our man is their man, | He has been able to get straight at _their_ Mantovano, but the brute horribly wires me that he doesn’t quite see the thing; see, I mean” --and he gathered his two hearers together now in his overflow of chagrin, conscious, with his break of the ice, more exclusively of that--<|quote|>“my vivid vital point, the absolute... | thought, for a more awkward force than any reviving possibilities that he might have begun to balance against them. “The man I told _you_ about also,” he said to his formidable patron; “whom I went to Brussels to talk with and who, most kindly, has gone for us to Verona. He has been able to get straight at _their_ Mant... | told them it was all right and came up. I’ve been to my club,” he added for the girl, “and found the tiresome thing--!” But he broke down breathless. “And it isn’t good?” she cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he confessed, “Not so good as I hoped. For I assure you, my lord, I counted--” “It’s... | olive-branch, while Lord Theign had but reaffirmed his will. It was for her acceptance of this that he searched her, her last word not having yet come. Before it had done so, however, the door from the lobby opened and Mr. Gotch had regained their presence. This appeared to determine in Lady Grace a view of the importa... | I’ll give him up forever, if--if--!” She faltered, however, she hung fire with a smile that anxiously, intensely appealed. Then she began and stopped again, “If--if--!” while her father caught her up with irritation. “‘If,’ my lady? If _what_, please?” “If you’ll withdraw the offer of our picture to Mr. Bender--and nev... | This appeared to determine in Lady Grace a view of the importance of delay, which she signified to her companion in a “Well--I must think!” For the butler positively resounded, and Hugh was there. “Mr. Crimble!” Mr. Gotch proclaimed--with the further extravagance of projecting the visitor straight upon his lordship. ... | The Outcry |
he persuasively went on, | No speaker | persons represented. I still hold,”<|quote|>he persuasively went on,</|quote|>“that our man is their | screaming identity of the two persons represented. I still hold,”<|quote|>he persuasively went on,</|quote|>“that our man is their man, but Pappendick decides that | that he doesn’t quite see the thing; see, I mean” --and he gathered his two hearers together now in his overflow of chagrin, conscious, with his break of the ice, more exclusively of that-- “my vivid vital point, the absolute screaming identity of the two persons represented. I still hold,”<|quote|>he persuasively went... | balance against them. “The man I told _you_ about also,” he said to his formidable patron; “whom I went to Brussels to talk with and who, most kindly, has gone for us to Verona. He has been able to get straight at _their_ Mantovano, but the brute horribly wires me that he doesn’t quite see the thing; see, I mean” --and... | for the girl, “and found the tiresome thing--!” But he broke down breathless. “And it isn’t good?” she cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he confessed, “Not so good as I hoped. For I assure you, my lord, I counted--” “It’s the report from Pappendick about the picture at Verona,” Lady Grace int... | that he searched her, her last word not having yet come. Before it had done so, however, the door from the lobby opened and Mr. Gotch had regained their presence. This appeared to determine in Lady Grace a view of the importance of delay, which she signified to her companion in a “Well--I must think!” For the butler po... | anxiously, intensely appealed. Then she began and stopped again, “If--if--!” while her father caught her up with irritation. “‘If,’ my lady? If _what_, please?” “If you’ll withdraw the offer of our picture to Mr. Bender--and never make another to any one else!” He stood staring as at the size of it--then translated it ... | end to your odious commerce--? I give you the measure, on the contrary,” said Lord Theign, “of how much I care: as you give me, very strangely indeed, it strikes me, that of what it costs you--!” But his other words were lost in the hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an e... | The Outcry |
“that our man is their man, but Pappendick decides that he isn’t--and as Pappendick has so _much_ to be reckoned with of course I’m awfully abashed.” | Crimble | hold,” he persuasively went on,<|quote|>“that our man is their man, but Pappendick decides that he isn’t--and as Pappendick has so _much_ to be reckoned with of course I’m awfully abashed.”</|quote|>Lord Theign had remained what | two persons represented. I still hold,” he persuasively went on,<|quote|>“that our man is their man, but Pappendick decides that he isn’t--and as Pappendick has so _much_ to be reckoned with of course I’m awfully abashed.”</|quote|>Lord Theign had remained what he had begun by being, | see the thing; see, I mean” --and he gathered his two hearers together now in his overflow of chagrin, conscious, with his break of the ice, more exclusively of that-- “my vivid vital point, the absolute screaming identity of the two persons represented. I still hold,” he persuasively went on,<|quote|>“that our man is ... | man I told _you_ about also,” he said to his formidable patron; “whom I went to Brussels to talk with and who, most kindly, has gone for us to Verona. He has been able to get straight at _their_ Mantovano, but the brute horribly wires me that he doesn’t quite see the thing; see, I mean” --and he gathered his two hearer... | found the tiresome thing--!” But he broke down breathless. “And it isn’t good?” she cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he confessed, “Not so good as I hoped. For I assure you, my lord, I counted--” “It’s the report from Pappendick about the picture at Verona,” Lady Grace interruptingly explain... | her last word not having yet come. Before it had done so, however, the door from the lobby opened and Mr. Gotch had regained their presence. This appeared to determine in Lady Grace a view of the importance of delay, which she signified to her companion in a “Well--I must think!” For the butler positively resounded, an... | she began and stopped again, “If--if--!” while her father caught her up with irritation. “‘If,’ my lady? If _what_, please?” “If you’ll withdraw the offer of our picture to Mr. Bender--and never make another to any one else!” He stood staring as at the size of it--then translated it into his own terms. “If I’ll obligin... | he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered meaning came so straight--that she substituted words of her own. “Of what it costs me to redeem the picture?” “To lose your tenth-rate friend” --he spoke without scruple now. She instantly broke into ardent deprecat... | The Outcry |
Lord Theign had remained what he had begun by being, immeasurably and inaccessibly detached--only with his curiosity more moved than he could help and as, on second thought, to see what sort of a still more offensive fool the heated youth would really make of himself. | No speaker | of course I’m awfully abashed.”<|quote|>Lord Theign had remained what he had begun by being, immeasurably and inaccessibly detached--only with his curiosity more moved than he could help and as, on second thought, to see what sort of a still more offensive fool the heated youth would really make of himself.</|quote|>“Y... | _much_ to be reckoned with of course I’m awfully abashed.”<|quote|>Lord Theign had remained what he had begun by being, immeasurably and inaccessibly detached--only with his curiosity more moved than he could help and as, on second thought, to see what sort of a still more offensive fool the heated youth would really m... | more exclusively of that-- “my vivid vital point, the absolute screaming identity of the two persons represented. I still hold,” he persuasively went on, “that our man is their man, but Pappendick decides that he isn’t--and as Pappendick has so _much_ to be reckoned with of course I’m awfully abashed.”<|quote|>Lord The... | for us to Verona. He has been able to get straight at _their_ Mantovano, but the brute horribly wires me that he doesn’t quite see the thing; see, I mean” --and he gathered his two hearers together now in his overflow of chagrin, conscious, with his break of the ice, more exclusively of that-- “my vivid vital point, th... | so good as I hoped. For I assure you, my lord, I counted--” “It’s the report from Pappendick about the picture at Verona,” Lady Grace interruptingly explained. Hugh took it up, but, as we should well have seen, under embarrassment dismally deeper; the ugly particular defeat he had to announce showing thus, in his thou... | This appeared to determine in Lady Grace a view of the importance of delay, which she signified to her companion in a “Well--I must think!” For the butler positively resounded, and Hugh was there. “Mr. Crimble!” Mr. Gotch proclaimed--with the further extravagance of projecting the visitor straight upon his lordship. ... | our picture to Mr. Bender--and never make another to any one else!” He stood staring as at the size of it--then translated it into his own terms. “If I’ll obligingly announce to the world that I’ve made an ass of myself you’ll kindly forbear from your united effort--the charming pair of you--to show me up for one?” Lad... | searched her, her last word not having yet come. Before it had done so, however, the door from the lobby opened and Mr. Gotch had regained their presence. This appeared to determine in Lady Grace a view of the importance of delay, which she signified to her companion in a “Well--I must think!” For the butler positively... | The Outcry |
“Yes--you seem indeed remarkably abashed!” | Theign | would really make of himself.<|quote|>“Yes--you seem indeed remarkably abashed!”</|quote|>Hugh clearly was thrown again, | offensive fool the heated youth would really make of himself.<|quote|>“Yes--you seem indeed remarkably abashed!”</|quote|>Hugh clearly was thrown again, by the cold “cut” of | course I’m awfully abashed.” Lord Theign had remained what he had begun by being, immeasurably and inaccessibly detached--only with his curiosity more moved than he could help and as, on second thought, to see what sort of a still more offensive fool the heated youth would really make of himself.<|quote|>“Yes--you seem... | break of the ice, more exclusively of that-- “my vivid vital point, the absolute screaming identity of the two persons represented. I still hold,” he persuasively went on, “that our man is their man, but Pappendick decides that he isn’t--and as Pappendick has so _much_ to be reckoned with of course I’m awfully abashed.... | he had to announce showing thus, in his thought, for a more awkward force than any reviving possibilities that he might have begun to balance against them. “The man I told _you_ about also,” he said to his formidable patron; “whom I went to Brussels to talk with and who, most kindly, has gone for us to Verona. He has b... | straight upon his lordship. VII Our young man showed another face than the face his friend had lately seen him carry off, and he now turned it distressfully from that source of inspiration to Lord Theign, who was flagrantly, even from this first moment, no such source at all, and then from his noble adversary back agai... | united effort--the charming pair of you--to show me up for one?” Lady Grace, as if consciously not caring or attempting to answer this, simply gave the first flare of his criticism time to drop. It wasn’t till a minute passed that she said: “You don’t agree to my compromise?” Ah, the question but fatally sharpened at a... | adversary back again, under pressure of difficulty and effort, to Lady Grace, whom he directly addressed. “Here I am again, you see--and I’ve got my news, worse luck!” But his manner to her father was the next instant more brisk. “I learned you were here, my lord; but as the case is important I told them it was all rig... | The Outcry |
Hugh clearly was thrown again, by the cold | No speaker | “Yes--you seem indeed remarkably abashed!”<|quote|>Hugh clearly was thrown again, by the cold</|quote|>“cut” of this, colder than | would really make of himself. “Yes--you seem indeed remarkably abashed!”<|quote|>Hugh clearly was thrown again, by the cold</|quote|>“cut” of this, colder than any mere social ignoring, upon | Theign had remained what he had begun by being, immeasurably and inaccessibly detached--only with his curiosity more moved than he could help and as, on second thought, to see what sort of a still more offensive fool the heated youth would really make of himself. “Yes--you seem indeed remarkably abashed!”<|quote|>Hugh ... | exclusively of that-- “my vivid vital point, the absolute screaming identity of the two persons represented. I still hold,” he persuasively went on, “that our man is their man, but Pappendick decides that he isn’t--and as Pappendick has so _much_ to be reckoned with of course I’m awfully abashed.” Lord Theign had remai... | thus, in his thought, for a more awkward force than any reviving possibilities that he might have begun to balance against them. “The man I told _you_ about also,” he said to his formidable patron; “whom I went to Brussels to talk with and who, most kindly, has gone for us to Verona. He has been able to get straight at... | Our young man showed another face than the face his friend had lately seen him carry off, and he now turned it distressfully from that source of inspiration to Lord Theign, who was flagrantly, even from this first moment, no such source at all, and then from his noble adversary back again, under pressure of difficulty ... | you--to show me up for one?” Lady Grace, as if consciously not caring or attempting to answer this, simply gave the first flare of his criticism time to drop. It wasn’t till a minute passed that she said: “You don’t agree to my compromise?” Ah, the question but fatally sharpened at a stroke the stiffness of his spirit.... | positively resounded, and Hugh was there. “Mr. Crimble!” Mr. Gotch proclaimed--with the further extravagance of projecting the visitor straight upon his lordship. VII Our young man showed another face than the face his friend had lately seen him carry off, and he now turned it distressfully from that source of ins... | The Outcry |
“cut” | No speaker | thrown again, by the cold<|quote|>“cut”</|quote|>of this, colder than any | remarkably abashed!” Hugh clearly was thrown again, by the cold<|quote|>“cut”</|quote|>of this, colder than any mere social ignoring, upon a | being, immeasurably and inaccessibly detached--only with his curiosity more moved than he could help and as, on second thought, to see what sort of a still more offensive fool the heated youth would really make of himself. “Yes--you seem indeed remarkably abashed!” Hugh clearly was thrown again, by the cold<|quote|>“cu... | absolute screaming identity of the two persons represented. I still hold,” he persuasively went on, “that our man is their man, but Pappendick decides that he isn’t--and as Pappendick has so _much_ to be reckoned with of course I’m awfully abashed.” Lord Theign had remained what he had begun by being, immeasurably and ... | force than any reviving possibilities that he might have begun to balance against them. “The man I told _you_ about also,” he said to his formidable patron; “whom I went to Brussels to talk with and who, most kindly, has gone for us to Verona. He has been able to get straight at _their_ Mantovano, but the brute horribl... | face his friend had lately seen him carry off, and he now turned it distressfully from that source of inspiration to Lord Theign, who was flagrantly, even from this first moment, no such source at all, and then from his noble adversary back again, under pressure of difficulty and effort, to Lady Grace, whom he directly... | as if consciously not caring or attempting to answer this, simply gave the first flare of his criticism time to drop. It wasn’t till a minute passed that she said: “You don’t agree to my compromise?” Ah, the question but fatally sharpened at a stroke the stiffness of his spirit. “Good God, I’m to ‘compromise’ on top of... | they remained face to face in opposition and accusation, neither making the other the sign of peace. But the girl at least _had_, in her way, held out the olive-branch, while Lord Theign had but reaffirmed his will. It was for her acceptance of this that he searched her, her last word not having yet come. Before it had... | The Outcry |
of this, colder than any mere social ignoring, upon a sense of the damnably poor figure he did offer; so that, while he straightened himself and kept a mastery of his manner and a control of his reply, we should yet have felt his cheek tingle. | No speaker | again, by the cold “cut”<|quote|>of this, colder than any mere social ignoring, upon a sense of the damnably poor figure he did offer; so that, while he straightened himself and kept a mastery of his manner and a control of his reply, we should yet have felt his cheek tingle.</|quote|>“I backed my own judgment | abashed!” Hugh clearly was thrown again, by the cold “cut”<|quote|>of this, colder than any mere social ignoring, upon a sense of the damnably poor figure he did offer; so that, while he straightened himself and kept a mastery of his manner and a control of his reply, we should yet have felt his cheek tingle.</|quote|>... | immeasurably and inaccessibly detached--only with his curiosity more moved than he could help and as, on second thought, to see what sort of a still more offensive fool the heated youth would really make of himself. “Yes--you seem indeed remarkably abashed!” Hugh clearly was thrown again, by the cold “cut”<|quote|>of t... | screaming identity of the two persons represented. I still hold,” he persuasively went on, “that our man is their man, but Pappendick decides that he isn’t--and as Pappendick has so _much_ to be reckoned with of course I’m awfully abashed.” Lord Theign had remained what he had begun by being, immeasurably and inaccessi... | than any reviving possibilities that he might have begun to balance against them. “The man I told _you_ about also,” he said to his formidable patron; “whom I went to Brussels to talk with and who, most kindly, has gone for us to Verona. He has been able to get straight at _their_ Mantovano, but the brute horribly wire... | his friend had lately seen him carry off, and he now turned it distressfully from that source of inspiration to Lord Theign, who was flagrantly, even from this first moment, no such source at all, and then from his noble adversary back again, under pressure of difficulty and effort, to Lady Grace, whom he directly addr... | if consciously not caring or attempting to answer this, simply gave the first flare of his criticism time to drop. It wasn’t till a minute passed that she said: “You don’t agree to my compromise?” Ah, the question but fatally sharpened at a stroke the stiffness of his spirit. “Good God, I’m to ‘compromise’ on top of ev... | who was flagrantly, even from this first moment, no such source at all, and then from his noble adversary back again, under pressure of difficulty and effort, to Lady Grace, whom he directly addressed. “Here I am again, you see--and I’ve got my news, worse luck!” But his manner to her father was the next instant more b... | The Outcry |
“I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’t in the least knock under.” | Crimble | have felt his cheek tingle.<|quote|>“I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’t in the least knock under.”</|quote|>“Only the first authority in | his reply, we should yet have felt his cheek tingle.<|quote|>“I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’t in the least knock under.”</|quote|>“Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, | by the cold “cut” of this, colder than any mere social ignoring, upon a sense of the damnably poor figure he did offer; so that, while he straightened himself and kept a mastery of his manner and a control of his reply, we should yet have felt his cheek tingle.<|quote|>“I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’... | had begun by being, immeasurably and inaccessibly detached--only with his curiosity more moved than he could help and as, on second thought, to see what sort of a still more offensive fool the heated youth would really make of himself. “Yes--you seem indeed remarkably abashed!” Hugh clearly was thrown again, by the col... | been able to get straight at _their_ Mantovano, but the brute horribly wires me that he doesn’t quite see the thing; see, I mean” --and he gathered his two hearers together now in his overflow of chagrin, conscious, with his break of the ice, more exclusively of that-- “my vivid vital point, the absolute screaming iden... | difficulty and effort, to Lady Grace, whom he directly addressed. “Here I am again, you see--and I’ve got my news, worse luck!” But his manner to her father was the next instant more brisk. “I learned you were here, my lord; but as the case is important I told them it was all right and came up. I’ve been to my club,” h... | of his spirit. “Good God, I’m to ‘compromise’ on top of everything?--I’m to let you browbeat me, haggle and bargain with me, over a thing that I’m entitled to settle with you as things have ever _been_ settled among us, by uttering to you my last parental word?” “You don’t care enough then for what you name?” --she too... | in a “Well--I must think!” For the butler positively resounded, and Hugh was there. “Mr. Crimble!” Mr. Gotch proclaimed--with the further extravagance of projecting the visitor straight upon his lordship. VII Our young man showed another face than the face his friend had lately seen him carry off, and he now turne... | The Outcry |
“Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!” | Theign | in the least knock under.”<|quote|>“Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!”</|quote|>“He isn’t _the_ first authority | my snub. But I don’t in the least knock under.”<|quote|>“Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!”</|quote|>“He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,” the | he did offer; so that, while he straightened himself and kept a mastery of his manner and a control of his reply, we should yet have felt his cheek tingle. “I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’t in the least knock under.”<|quote|>“Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I... | second thought, to see what sort of a still more offensive fool the heated youth would really make of himself. “Yes--you seem indeed remarkably abashed!” Hugh clearly was thrown again, by the cold “cut” of this, colder than any mere social ignoring, upon a sense of the damnably poor figure he did offer; so that, while ... | thing; see, I mean” --and he gathered his two hearers together now in his overflow of chagrin, conscious, with his break of the ice, more exclusively of that-- “my vivid vital point, the absolute screaming identity of the two persons represented. I still hold,” he persuasively went on, “that our man is their man, but P... | worse luck!” But his manner to her father was the next instant more brisk. “I learned you were here, my lord; but as the case is important I told them it was all right and came up. I’ve been to my club,” he added for the girl, “and found the tiresome thing--!” But he broke down breathless. “And it isn’t good?” she crie... | with me, over a thing that I’m entitled to settle with you as things have ever _been_ settled among us, by uttering to you my last parental word?” “You don’t care enough then for what you name?” --she took it up as scarce heeding now what he said. “For putting an end to your odious commerce--? I give you the measure, o... | I am again, you see--and I’ve got my news, worse luck!” But his manner to her father was the next instant more brisk. “I learned you were here, my lord; but as the case is important I told them it was all right and came up. I’ve been to my club,” he added for the girl, “and found the tiresome thing--!” But he broke dow... | The Outcry |
“He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,” | Crimble | whether you do or not!”<|quote|>“He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,”</|quote|>the young man returned-- “though | Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!”<|quote|>“He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,”</|quote|>the young man returned-- “though he is, I admit, one | manner and a control of his reply, we should yet have felt his cheek tingle. “I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’t in the least knock under.” “Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!”<|quote|>“He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, th... | would really make of himself. “Yes--you seem indeed remarkably abashed!” Hugh clearly was thrown again, by the cold “cut” of this, colder than any mere social ignoring, upon a sense of the damnably poor figure he did offer; so that, while he straightened himself and kept a mastery of his manner and a control of his rep... | of chagrin, conscious, with his break of the ice, more exclusively of that-- “my vivid vital point, the absolute screaming identity of the two persons represented. I still hold,” he persuasively went on, “that our man is their man, but Pappendick decides that he isn’t--and as Pappendick has so _much_ to be reckoned wit... | learned you were here, my lord; but as the case is important I told them it was all right and came up. I’ve been to my club,” he added for the girl, “and found the tiresome thing--!” But he broke down breathless. “And it isn’t good?” she cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he confessed, “Not so... | ever _been_ settled among us, by uttering to you my last parental word?” “You don’t care enough then for what you name?” --she took it up as scarce heeding now what he said. “For putting an end to your odious commerce--? I give you the measure, on the contrary,” said Lord Theign, “of how much I care: as you give me, ve... | cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he confessed, “Not so good as I hoped. For I assure you, my lord, I counted--” “It’s the report from Pappendick about the picture at Verona,” Lady Grace interruptingly explained. Hugh took it up, but, as we should well have seen, under embarrassment dismally ... | The Outcry |
the young man returned-- | No speaker | authority in Europe, thank God,”<|quote|>the young man returned--</|quote|>“though he is, I admit, | not!” “He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,”<|quote|>the young man returned--</|quote|>“though he is, I admit, one of the three or | yet have felt his cheek tingle. “I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’t in the least knock under.” “Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,”<|quote|>the young man returned--</|quote|>“... | abashed!” Hugh clearly was thrown again, by the cold “cut” of this, colder than any mere social ignoring, upon a sense of the damnably poor figure he did offer; so that, while he straightened himself and kept a mastery of his manner and a control of his reply, we should yet have felt his cheek tingle. “I backed my own ... | more exclusively of that-- “my vivid vital point, the absolute screaming identity of the two persons represented. I still hold,” he persuasively went on, “that our man is their man, but Pappendick decides that he isn’t--and as Pappendick has so _much_ to be reckoned with of course I’m awfully abashed.” Lord Theign had ... | case is important I told them it was all right and came up. I’ve been to my club,” he added for the girl, “and found the tiresome thing--!” But he broke down breathless. “And it isn’t good?” she cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he confessed, “Not so good as I hoped. For I assure you, my lord... | my last parental word?” “You don’t care enough then for what you name?” --she took it up as scarce heeding now what he said. “For putting an end to your odious commerce--? I give you the measure, on the contrary,” said Lord Theign, “of how much I care: as you give me, very strangely indeed, it strikes me, that of what ... | visitor straight upon his lordship. VII Our young man showed another face than the face his friend had lately seen him carry off, and he now turned it distressfully from that source of inspiration to Lord Theign, who was flagrantly, even from this first moment, no such source at all, and then from his noble adversary b... | The Outcry |
“though he is, I admit, one of the three or four first. And I mean to appeal--I’ve another shot in my locker,” | Crimble | God,” the young man returned--<|quote|>“though he is, I admit, one of the three or four first. And I mean to appeal--I’ve another shot in my locker,”</|quote|>he went on with his | first authority in Europe, thank God,” the young man returned--<|quote|>“though he is, I admit, one of the three or four first. And I mean to appeal--I’ve another shot in my locker,”</|quote|>he went on with his rather painfully forced smile to | cheek tingle. “I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’t in the least knock under.” “Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,” the young man returned--<|quote|>“though he is, I admit, one ... | thrown again, by the cold “cut” of this, colder than any mere social ignoring, upon a sense of the damnably poor figure he did offer; so that, while he straightened himself and kept a mastery of his manner and a control of his reply, we should yet have felt his cheek tingle. “I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--... | “my vivid vital point, the absolute screaming identity of the two persons represented. I still hold,” he persuasively went on, “that our man is their man, but Pappendick decides that he isn’t--and as Pappendick has so _much_ to be reckoned with of course I’m awfully abashed.” Lord Theign had remained what he had begun ... | told them it was all right and came up. I’ve been to my club,” he added for the girl, “and found the tiresome thing--!” But he broke down breathless. “And it isn’t good?” she cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he confessed, “Not so good as I hoped. For I assure you, my lord, I counted--” “It’s... | “You don’t care enough then for what you name?” --she took it up as scarce heeding now what he said. “For putting an end to your odious commerce--? I give you the measure, on the contrary,” said Lord Theign, “of how much I care: as you give me, very strangely indeed, it strikes me, that of what it costs you--!” But his... | his will. It was for her acceptance of this that he searched her, her last word not having yet come. Before it had done so, however, the door from the lobby opened and Mr. Gotch had regained their presence. This appeared to determine in Lady Grace a view of the importance of delay, which she signified to her companion ... | The Outcry |
he went on with his rather painfully forced smile to Lady Grace. | No speaker | another shot in my locker,”<|quote|>he went on with his rather painfully forced smile to Lady Grace.</|quote|>“I had already written, you | And I mean to appeal--I’ve another shot in my locker,”<|quote|>he went on with his rather painfully forced smile to Lady Grace.</|quote|>“I had already written, you see, to dear old Bardi.” | “Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,” the young man returned-- “though he is, I admit, one of the three or four first. And I mean to appeal--I’ve another shot in my locker,”<|quote|>he went on with his rather painfully... | he did offer; so that, while he straightened himself and kept a mastery of his manner and a control of his reply, we should yet have felt his cheek tingle. “I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’t in the least knock under.” “Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose... | man is their man, but Pappendick decides that he isn’t--and as Pappendick has so _much_ to be reckoned with of course I’m awfully abashed.” Lord Theign had remained what he had begun by being, immeasurably and inaccessibly detached--only with his curiosity more moved than he could help and as, on second thought, to see... | tiresome thing--!” But he broke down breathless. “And it isn’t good?” she cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he confessed, “Not so good as I hoped. For I assure you, my lord, I counted--” “It’s the report from Pappendick about the picture at Verona,” Lady Grace interruptingly explained. Hugh ... | an end to your odious commerce--? I give you the measure, on the contrary,” said Lord Theign, “of how much I care: as you give me, very strangely indeed, it strikes me, that of what it costs you--!” But his other words were lost in the hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with a... | “and found the tiresome thing--!” But he broke down breathless. “And it isn’t good?” she cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he confessed, “Not so good as I hoped. For I assure you, my lord, I counted--” “It’s the report from Pappendick about the picture at Verona,” Lady Grace interruptingly ex... | The Outcry |
“I had already written, you see, to dear old Bardi.” | Crimble | forced smile to Lady Grace.<|quote|>“I had already written, you see, to dear old Bardi.”</|quote|>“Bardi of Milan?” --she recognised, | on with his rather painfully forced smile to Lady Grace.<|quote|>“I had already written, you see, to dear old Bardi.”</|quote|>“Bardi of Milan?” --she recognised, it was admirably manifest, the | do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,” the young man returned-- “though he is, I admit, one of the three or four first. And I mean to appeal--I’ve another shot in my locker,” he went on with his rather painfully forced smile to Lady Grace.<|quote|>“I had already written, you see, to dear old... | mastery of his manner and a control of his reply, we should yet have felt his cheek tingle. “I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’t in the least knock under.” “Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first authority in Eur... | has so _much_ to be reckoned with of course I’m awfully abashed.” Lord Theign had remained what he had begun by being, immeasurably and inaccessibly detached--only with his curiosity more moved than he could help and as, on second thought, to see what sort of a still more offensive fool the heated youth would really ma... | cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he confessed, “Not so good as I hoped. For I assure you, my lord, I counted--” “It’s the report from Pappendick about the picture at Verona,” Lady Grace interruptingly explained. Hugh took it up, but, as we should well have seen, under embarrassment dismally ... | the contrary,” said Lord Theign, “of how much I care: as you give me, very strangely indeed, it strikes me, that of what it costs you--!” But his other words were lost in the hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered meaning... | girl, “and found the tiresome thing--!” But he broke down breathless. “And it isn’t good?” she cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he confessed, “Not so good as I hoped. For I assure you, my lord, I counted--” “It’s the report from Pappendick about the picture at Verona,” Lady Grace interruptin... | The Outcry |
“Bardi of Milan?” | Grace | see, to dear old Bardi.”<|quote|>“Bardi of Milan?”</|quote|>--she recognised, it was admirably | “I had already written, you see, to dear old Bardi.”<|quote|>“Bardi of Milan?”</|quote|>--she recognised, it was admirably manifest, the appeal of his | thank God,” the young man returned-- “though he is, I admit, one of the three or four first. And I mean to appeal--I’ve another shot in my locker,” he went on with his rather painfully forced smile to Lady Grace. “I had already written, you see, to dear old Bardi.”<|quote|>“Bardi of Milan?”</|quote|>--she recognised, i... | we should yet have felt his cheek tingle. “I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’t in the least knock under.” “Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,” the young man returned-- “though ... | awfully abashed.” Lord Theign had remained what he had begun by being, immeasurably and inaccessibly detached--only with his curiosity more moved than he could help and as, on second thought, to see what sort of a still more offensive fool the heated youth would really make of himself. “Yes--you seem indeed remarkably ... | confessed, “Not so good as I hoped. For I assure you, my lord, I counted--” “It’s the report from Pappendick about the picture at Verona,” Lady Grace interruptingly explained. Hugh took it up, but, as we should well have seen, under embarrassment dismally deeper; the ugly particular defeat he had to announce showing t... | as you give me, very strangely indeed, it strikes me, that of what it costs you--!” But his other words were lost in the hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered meaning came so straight--that she substituted words of her o... | carry off, and he now turned it distressfully from that source of inspiration to Lord Theign, who was flagrantly, even from this first moment, no such source at all, and then from his noble adversary back again, under pressure of difficulty and effort, to Lady Grace, whom he directly addressed. “Here I am again, you se... | The Outcry |
--she recognised, it was admirably manifest, the appeal of his directness to her generosity, awkward as their predicament was also for her herself, and spoke to him as she might have spoken without her father’s presence. It would have shown for beautiful, on the spot, had there been any one to perceive it, that he dev... | No speaker | old Bardi.” “Bardi of Milan?”<|quote|>--she recognised, it was admirably manifest, the appeal of his directness to her generosity, awkward as their predicament was also for her herself, and spoke to him as she might have spoken without her father’s presence. It would have shown for beautiful, on the spot, had there be... | written, you see, to dear old Bardi.” “Bardi of Milan?”<|quote|>--she recognised, it was admirably manifest, the appeal of his directness to her generosity, awkward as their predicament was also for her herself, and spoke to him as she might have spoken without her father’s presence. It would have shown for beautiful,... | young man returned-- “though he is, I admit, one of the three or four first. And I mean to appeal--I’ve another shot in my locker,” he went on with his rather painfully forced smile to Lady Grace. “I had already written, you see, to dear old Bardi.” “Bardi of Milan?”<|quote|>--she recognised, it was admirably manifest,... | have felt his cheek tingle. “I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’t in the least knock under.” “Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,” the young man returned-- “though he is, I admit... | Theign had remained what he had begun by being, immeasurably and inaccessibly detached--only with his curiosity more moved than he could help and as, on second thought, to see what sort of a still more offensive fool the heated youth would really make of himself. “Yes--you seem indeed remarkably abashed!” Hugh clearly ... | good as I hoped. For I assure you, my lord, I counted--” “It’s the report from Pappendick about the picture at Verona,” Lady Grace interruptingly explained. Hugh took it up, but, as we should well have seen, under embarrassment dismally deeper; the ugly particular defeat he had to announce showing thus, in his thought... | me, very strangely indeed, it strikes me, that of what it costs you--!” But his other words were lost in the hard long look at her from which he broke off in turn as for disgust. It was with an effect of decently shielding herself--the unuttered meaning came so straight--that she substituted words of her own. “Of what... | absolute screaming identity of the two persons represented. I still hold,” he persuasively went on, “that our man is their man, but Pappendick decides that he isn’t--and as Pappendick has so _much_ to be reckoned with of course I’m awfully abashed.” Lord Theign had remained what he had begun by being, immeasurably and ... | The Outcry |
“You know of him?--how delightful of you! For the Italians, I now feel,” | Crimble | he devoutly recorded her intelligence.<|quote|>“You know of him?--how delightful of you! For the Italians, I now feel,”</|quote|>he quickly explained, “he must | one to perceive it, that he devoutly recorded her intelligence.<|quote|>“You know of him?--how delightful of you! For the Italians, I now feel,”</|quote|>he quickly explained, “he must have _most_ the instinct--and it | his directness to her generosity, awkward as their predicament was also for her herself, and spoke to him as she might have spoken without her father’s presence. It would have shown for beautiful, on the spot, had there been any one to perceive it, that he devoutly recorded her intelligence.<|quote|>“You know of him?--... | of the three or four first. And I mean to appeal--I’ve another shot in my locker,” he went on with his rather painfully forced smile to Lady Grace. “I had already written, you see, to dear old Bardi.” “Bardi of Milan?” --she recognised, it was admirably manifest, the appeal of his directness to her generosity, awkward ... | of this, colder than any mere social ignoring, upon a sense of the damnably poor figure he did offer; so that, while he straightened himself and kept a mastery of his manner and a control of his reply, we should yet have felt his cheek tingle. “I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’... | than any reviving possibilities that he might have begun to balance against them. “The man I told _you_ about also,” he said to his formidable patron; “whom I went to Brussels to talk with and who, most kindly, has gone for us to Verona. He has been able to get straight at _their_ Mantovano, but the brute horribly wire... | costs me to redeem the picture?” “To lose your tenth-rate friend” --he spoke without scruple now. She instantly broke into ardent deprecation, pleading at once and warning. “Father, father, oh--! You hold the thing in your hands.” He pulled up before her again as to thrust the responsibility straight back. “My orders ... | the two persons represented. I still hold,” he persuasively went on, “that our man is their man, but Pappendick decides that he isn’t--and as Pappendick has so _much_ to be reckoned with of course I’m awfully abashed.” Lord Theign had remained what he had begun by being, immeasurably and inaccessibly detached--only wit... | The Outcry |
he quickly explained, | No speaker | the Italians, I now feel,”<|quote|>he quickly explained,</|quote|>“he must have _most_ the | him?--how delightful of you! For the Italians, I now feel,”<|quote|>he quickly explained,</|quote|>“he must have _most_ the instinct--and it has come over | herself, and spoke to him as she might have spoken without her father’s presence. It would have shown for beautiful, on the spot, had there been any one to perceive it, that he devoutly recorded her intelligence. “You know of him?--how delightful of you! For the Italians, I now feel,”<|quote|>he quickly explained,</|qu... | in my locker,” he went on with his rather painfully forced smile to Lady Grace. “I had already written, you see, to dear old Bardi.” “Bardi of Milan?” --she recognised, it was admirably manifest, the appeal of his directness to her generosity, awkward as their predicament was also for her herself, and spoke to him as s... | damnably poor figure he did offer; so that, while he straightened himself and kept a mastery of his manner and a control of his reply, we should yet have felt his cheek tingle. “I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’t in the least knock under.” “Only the first authority in Europe do... | “The man I told _you_ about also,” he said to his formidable patron; “whom I went to Brussels to talk with and who, most kindly, has gone for us to Verona. He has been able to get straight at _their_ Mantovano, but the brute horribly wires me that he doesn’t quite see the thing; see, I mean” --and he gathered his two h... | without scruple now. She instantly broke into ardent deprecation, pleading at once and warning. “Father, father, oh--! You hold the thing in your hands.” He pulled up before her again as to thrust the responsibility straight back. “My orders then are so much rubbish to you?” Lady Grace held her ground, and they remaine... | “The man I told _you_ about also,” he said to his formidable patron; “whom I went to Brussels to talk with and who, most kindly, has gone for us to Verona. He has been able to get straight at _their_ Mantovano, but the brute horribly wires me that he doesn’t quite see the thing; see, I mean” --and he gathered his two h... | The Outcry |
“he must have _most_ the instinct--and it has come over me since that he’d have been more our man. Besides of course his so knowing the Verona picture.” | Crimble | now feel,” he quickly explained,<|quote|>“he must have _most_ the instinct--and it has come over me since that he’d have been more our man. Besides of course his so knowing the Verona picture.”</|quote|>She had fairly hung on | you! For the Italians, I now feel,” he quickly explained,<|quote|>“he must have _most_ the instinct--and it has come over me since that he’d have been more our man. Besides of course his so knowing the Verona picture.”</|quote|>She had fairly hung on his lips. “But does he | to him as she might have spoken without her father’s presence. It would have shown for beautiful, on the spot, had there been any one to perceive it, that he devoutly recorded her intelligence. “You know of him?--how delightful of you! For the Italians, I now feel,” he quickly explained,<|quote|>“he must have _most_ th... | he went on with his rather painfully forced smile to Lady Grace. “I had already written, you see, to dear old Bardi.” “Bardi of Milan?” --she recognised, it was admirably manifest, the appeal of his directness to her generosity, awkward as their predicament was also for her herself, and spoke to him as she might have s... | he did offer; so that, while he straightened himself and kept a mastery of his manner and a control of his reply, we should yet have felt his cheek tingle. “I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’t in the least knock under.” “Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose... | told _you_ about also,” he said to his formidable patron; “whom I went to Brussels to talk with and who, most kindly, has gone for us to Verona. He has been able to get straight at _their_ Mantovano, but the brute horribly wires me that he doesn’t quite see the thing; see, I mean” --and he gathered his two hearers toge... | She instantly broke into ardent deprecation, pleading at once and warning. “Father, father, oh--! You hold the thing in your hands.” He pulled up before her again as to thrust the responsibility straight back. “My orders then are so much rubbish to you?” Lady Grace held her ground, and they remained face to face in opp... | two persons represented. I still hold,” he persuasively went on, “that our man is their man, but Pappendick decides that he isn’t--and as Pappendick has so _much_ to be reckoned with of course I’m awfully abashed.” Lord Theign had remained what he had begun by being, immeasurably and inaccessibly detached--only with hi... | The Outcry |
She had fairly hung on his lips. | No speaker | so knowing the Verona picture.”<|quote|>She had fairly hung on his lips.</|quote|>“But does he know ours?” | man. Besides of course his so knowing the Verona picture.”<|quote|>She had fairly hung on his lips.</|quote|>“But does he know ours?” “No--not ours yet. That is” | that he devoutly recorded her intelligence. “You know of him?--how delightful of you! For the Italians, I now feel,” he quickly explained, “he must have _most_ the instinct--and it has come over me since that he’d have been more our man. Besides of course his so knowing the Verona picture.”<|quote|>She had fairly hung ... | was admirably manifest, the appeal of his directness to her generosity, awkward as their predicament was also for her herself, and spoke to him as she might have spoken without her father’s presence. It would have shown for beautiful, on the spot, had there been any one to perceive it, that he devoutly recorded her int... | cheek tingle. “I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’t in the least knock under.” “Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,” the young man returned-- “though he is, I admit, one of the t... | He has been able to get straight at _their_ Mantovano, but the brute horribly wires me that he doesn’t quite see the thing; see, I mean” --and he gathered his two hearers together now in his overflow of chagrin, conscious, with his break of the ice, more exclusively of that-- “my vivid vital point, the absolute screami... | to thrust the responsibility straight back. “My orders then are so much rubbish to you?” Lady Grace held her ground, and they remained face to face in opposition and accusation, neither making the other the sign of peace. But the girl at least _had_, in her way, held out the olive-branch, while Lord Theign had but reaf... | and effort, to Lady Grace, whom he directly addressed. “Here I am again, you see--and I’ve got my news, worse luck!” But his manner to her father was the next instant more brisk. “I learned you were here, my lord; but as the case is important I told them it was all right and came up. I’ve been to my club,” he added for... | The Outcry |
“But does he know ours?” | Grace | fairly hung on his lips.<|quote|>“But does he know ours?”</|quote|>“No--not ours yet. That is” | the Verona picture.” She had fairly hung on his lips.<|quote|>“But does he know ours?”</|quote|>“No--not ours yet. That is” --he consciously and quickly took | know of him?--how delightful of you! For the Italians, I now feel,” he quickly explained, “he must have _most_ the instinct--and it has come over me since that he’d have been more our man. Besides of course his so knowing the Verona picture.” She had fairly hung on his lips.<|quote|>“But does he know ours?”</|quote|>“N... | directness to her generosity, awkward as their predicament was also for her herself, and spoke to him as she might have spoken without her father’s presence. It would have shown for beautiful, on the spot, had there been any one to perceive it, that he devoutly recorded her intelligence. “You know of him?--how delightf... | strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’t in the least knock under.” “Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,” the young man returned-- “though he is, I admit, one of the three or four first. And I mean to appeal... | at _their_ Mantovano, but the brute horribly wires me that he doesn’t quite see the thing; see, I mean” --and he gathered his two hearers together now in his overflow of chagrin, conscious, with his break of the ice, more exclusively of that-- “my vivid vital point, the absolute screaming identity of the two persons re... | orders then are so much rubbish to you?” Lady Grace held her ground, and they remained face to face in opposition and accusation, neither making the other the sign of peace. But the girl at least _had_, in her way, held out the olive-branch, while Lord Theign had but reaffirmed his will. It was for her acceptance of th... | the ugly particular defeat he had to announce showing thus, in his thought, for a more awkward force than any reviving possibilities that he might have begun to balance against them. “The man I told _you_ about also,” he said to his formidable patron; “whom I went to Brussels to talk with and who, most kindly, has gone... | The Outcry |
“No--not ours yet. That is” | Crimble | “But does he know ours?”<|quote|>“No--not ours yet. That is”</|quote|>--he consciously and quickly took | fairly hung on his lips. “But does he know ours?”<|quote|>“No--not ours yet. That is”</|quote|>--he consciously and quickly took himself up-- “not yours! But | you! For the Italians, I now feel,” he quickly explained, “he must have _most_ the instinct--and it has come over me since that he’d have been more our man. Besides of course his so knowing the Verona picture.” She had fairly hung on his lips. “But does he know ours?”<|quote|>“No--not ours yet. That is”</|quote|>--he c... | as their predicament was also for her herself, and spoke to him as she might have spoken without her father’s presence. It would have shown for beautiful, on the spot, had there been any one to perceive it, that he devoutly recorded her intelligence. “You know of him?--how delightful of you! For the Italians, I now fee... | my snub. But I don’t in the least knock under.” “Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,” the young man returned-- “though he is, I admit, one of the three or four first. And I mean to appeal--I’ve another shot in my locke... | brute horribly wires me that he doesn’t quite see the thing; see, I mean” --and he gathered his two hearers together now in his overflow of chagrin, conscious, with his break of the ice, more exclusively of that-- “my vivid vital point, the absolute screaming identity of the two persons represented. I still hold,” he p... | rubbish to you?” Lady Grace held her ground, and they remained face to face in opposition and accusation, neither making the other the sign of peace. But the girl at least _had_, in her way, held out the olive-branch, while Lord Theign had but reaffirmed his will. It was for her acceptance of this that he searched her,... | conscious, with his break of the ice, more exclusively of that-- “my vivid vital point, the absolute screaming identity of the two persons represented. I still hold,” he persuasively went on, “that our man is their man, but Pappendick decides that he isn’t--and as Pappendick has so _much_ to be reckoned with of course ... | The Outcry |
--he consciously and quickly took himself up-- | No speaker | “No--not ours yet. That is”<|quote|>--he consciously and quickly took himself up--</|quote|>“not yours! But as Pap-pendick | “But does he know ours?” “No--not ours yet. That is”<|quote|>--he consciously and quickly took himself up--</|quote|>“not yours! But as Pap-pendick went to Verona for us | now feel,” he quickly explained, “he must have _most_ the instinct--and it has come over me since that he’d have been more our man. Besides of course his so knowing the Verona picture.” She had fairly hung on his lips. “But does he know ours?” “No--not ours yet. That is”<|quote|>--he consciously and quickly took himsel... | for her herself, and spoke to him as she might have spoken without her father’s presence. It would have shown for beautiful, on the spot, had there been any one to perceive it, that he devoutly recorded her intelligence. “You know of him?--how delightful of you! For the Italians, I now feel,” he quickly explained, “he ... | in the least knock under.” “Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,” the young man returned-- “though he is, I admit, one of the three or four first. And I mean to appeal--I’ve another shot in my locker,” he went on with h... | he doesn’t quite see the thing; see, I mean” --and he gathered his two hearers together now in his overflow of chagrin, conscious, with his break of the ice, more exclusively of that-- “my vivid vital point, the absolute screaming identity of the two persons represented. I still hold,” he persuasively went on, “that ou... | held her ground, and they remained face to face in opposition and accusation, neither making the other the sign of peace. But the girl at least _had_, in her way, held out the olive-branch, while Lord Theign had but reaffirmed his will. It was for her acceptance of this that he searched her, her last word not having ye... | breathless. “And it isn’t good?” she cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he confessed, “Not so good as I hoped. For I assure you, my lord, I counted--” “It’s the report from Pappendick about the picture at Verona,” Lady Grace interruptingly explained. Hugh took it up, but, as we should well ha... | The Outcry |
“not yours! But as Pap-pendick went to Verona for us I’ve asked Bardi to do us the great favour to come here--if Lord Theign will be so good,” | Crimble | and quickly took himself up--<|quote|>“not yours! But as Pap-pendick went to Verona for us I’ve asked Bardi to do us the great favour to come here--if Lord Theign will be so good,”</|quote|>he said, bethinking himself with | yet. That is” --he consciously and quickly took himself up--<|quote|>“not yours! But as Pap-pendick went to Verona for us I’ve asked Bardi to do us the great favour to come here--if Lord Theign will be so good,”</|quote|>he said, bethinking himself with a turn, “as to let | have _most_ the instinct--and it has come over me since that he’d have been more our man. Besides of course his so knowing the Verona picture.” She had fairly hung on his lips. “But does he know ours?” “No--not ours yet. That is” --he consciously and quickly took himself up--<|quote|>“not yours! But as Pap-pendick went... | as she might have spoken without her father’s presence. It would have shown for beautiful, on the spot, had there been any one to perceive it, that he devoutly recorded her intelligence. “You know of him?--how delightful of you! For the Italians, I now feel,” he quickly explained, “he must have _most_ the instinct--and... | first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,” the young man returned-- “though he is, I admit, one of the three or four first. And I mean to appeal--I’ve another shot in my locker,” he went on with his rather painfully forced smile to L... | I mean” --and he gathered his two hearers together now in his overflow of chagrin, conscious, with his break of the ice, more exclusively of that-- “my vivid vital point, the absolute screaming identity of the two persons represented. I still hold,” he persuasively went on, “that our man is their man, but Pappendick de... | to face in opposition and accusation, neither making the other the sign of peace. But the girl at least _had_, in her way, held out the olive-branch, while Lord Theign had but reaffirmed his will. It was for her acceptance of this that he searched her, her last word not having yet come. Before it had done so, however, ... | his manner and a control of his reply, we should yet have felt his cheek tingle. “I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’t in the least knock under.” “Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank ... | The Outcry |
he said, bethinking himself with a turn, | No speaker | Theign will be so good,”<|quote|>he said, bethinking himself with a turn,</|quote|>“as to let him examine | favour to come here--if Lord Theign will be so good,”<|quote|>he said, bethinking himself with a turn,</|quote|>“as to let him examine the Moretto.” He faced again | fairly hung on his lips. “But does he know ours?” “No--not ours yet. That is” --he consciously and quickly took himself up-- “not yours! But as Pap-pendick went to Verona for us I’ve asked Bardi to do us the great favour to come here--if Lord Theign will be so good,”<|quote|>he said, bethinking himself with a turn,</|q... | devoutly recorded her intelligence. “You know of him?--how delightful of you! For the Italians, I now feel,” he quickly explained, “he must have _most_ the instinct--and it has come over me since that he’d have been more our man. Besides of course his so knowing the Verona picture.” She had fairly hung on his lips. “Bu... | is, I admit, one of the three or four first. And I mean to appeal--I’ve another shot in my locker,” he went on with his rather painfully forced smile to Lady Grace. “I had already written, you see, to dear old Bardi.” “Bardi of Milan?” --she recognised, it was admirably manifest, the appeal of his directness to her gen... | vital point, the absolute screaming identity of the two persons represented. I still hold,” he persuasively went on, “that our man is their man, but Pappendick decides that he isn’t--and as Pappendick has so _much_ to be reckoned with of course I’m awfully abashed.” Lord Theign had remained what he had begun by being, ... | Lord Theign had but reaffirmed his will. It was for her acceptance of this that he searched her, her last word not having yet come. Before it had done so, however, the door from the lobby opened and Mr. Gotch had regained their presence. This appeared to determine in Lady Grace a view of the importance of delay, which ... | he could help and as, on second thought, to see what sort of a still more offensive fool the heated youth would really make of himself. “Yes--you seem indeed remarkably abashed!” Hugh clearly was thrown again, by the cold “cut” of this, colder than any mere social ignoring, upon a sense of the damnably poor figure he d... | The Outcry |
“as to let him examine the Moretto.” | Theign | bethinking himself with a turn,<|quote|>“as to let him examine the Moretto.”</|quote|>He faced again to the | be so good,” he said, bethinking himself with a turn,<|quote|>“as to let him examine the Moretto.”</|quote|>He faced again to the personage he mentioned, who, simply | he know ours?” “No--not ours yet. That is” --he consciously and quickly took himself up-- “not yours! But as Pap-pendick went to Verona for us I’ve asked Bardi to do us the great favour to come here--if Lord Theign will be so good,” he said, bethinking himself with a turn,<|quote|>“as to let him examine the Moretto.”</... | him?--how delightful of you! For the Italians, I now feel,” he quickly explained, “he must have _most_ the instinct--and it has come over me since that he’d have been more our man. Besides of course his so knowing the Verona picture.” She had fairly hung on his lips. “But does he know ours?” “No--not ours yet. That is”... | or four first. And I mean to appeal--I’ve another shot in my locker,” he went on with his rather painfully forced smile to Lady Grace. “I had already written, you see, to dear old Bardi.” “Bardi of Milan?” --she recognised, it was admirably manifest, the appeal of his directness to her generosity, awkward as their pred... | the two persons represented. I still hold,” he persuasively went on, “that our man is their man, but Pappendick decides that he isn’t--and as Pappendick has so _much_ to be reckoned with of course I’m awfully abashed.” Lord Theign had remained what he had begun by being, immeasurably and inaccessibly detached--only wit... | It was for her acceptance of this that he searched her, her last word not having yet come. Before it had done so, however, the door from the lobby opened and Mr. Gotch had regained their presence. This appeared to determine in Lady Grace a view of the importance of delay, which she signified to her companion in a “Well... | make of himself. “Yes--you seem indeed remarkably abashed!” Hugh clearly was thrown again, by the cold “cut” of this, colder than any mere social ignoring, upon a sense of the damnably poor figure he did offer; so that, while he straightened himself and kept a mastery of his manner and a control of his reply, we should... | The Outcry |
He faced again to the personage he mentioned, who, simply standing off and watching, in concentrated interest as well as detachment, this interview of his cool daughter and her still cooler guest, had plainly | No speaker | let him examine the Moretto.”<|quote|>He faced again to the personage he mentioned, who, simply standing off and watching, in concentrated interest as well as detachment, this interview of his cool daughter and her still cooler guest, had plainly</|quote|>“elected,” as it were, to | with a turn, “as to let him examine the Moretto.”<|quote|>He faced again to the personage he mentioned, who, simply standing off and watching, in concentrated interest as well as detachment, this interview of his cool daughter and her still cooler guest, had plainly</|quote|>“elected,” as it were, to give them rope to ... | is” --he consciously and quickly took himself up-- “not yours! But as Pap-pendick went to Verona for us I’ve asked Bardi to do us the great favour to come here--if Lord Theign will be so good,” he said, bethinking himself with a turn, “as to let him examine the Moretto.”<|quote|>He faced again to the personage he menti... | I now feel,” he quickly explained, “he must have _most_ the instinct--and it has come over me since that he’d have been more our man. Besides of course his so knowing the Verona picture.” She had fairly hung on his lips. “But does he know ours?” “No--not ours yet. That is” --he consciously and quickly took himself up--... | appeal--I’ve another shot in my locker,” he went on with his rather painfully forced smile to Lady Grace. “I had already written, you see, to dear old Bardi.” “Bardi of Milan?” --she recognised, it was admirably manifest, the appeal of his directness to her generosity, awkward as their predicament was also for her hers... | he persuasively went on, “that our man is their man, but Pappendick decides that he isn’t--and as Pappendick has so _much_ to be reckoned with of course I’m awfully abashed.” Lord Theign had remained what he had begun by being, immeasurably and inaccessibly detached--only with his curiosity more moved than he could hel... | that he searched her, her last word not having yet come. Before it had done so, however, the door from the lobby opened and Mr. Gotch had regained their presence. This appeared to determine in Lady Grace a view of the importance of delay, which she signified to her companion in a “Well--I must think!” For the butler po... | of his reply, we should yet have felt his cheek tingle. “I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’t in the least knock under.” “Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,” the young man retur... | The Outcry |
“elected,” | No speaker | still cooler guest, had plainly<|quote|>“elected,”</|quote|>as it were, to give | his cool daughter and her still cooler guest, had plainly<|quote|>“elected,”</|quote|>as it were, to give them rope to hang themselves. | so good,” he said, bethinking himself with a turn, “as to let him examine the Moretto.” He faced again to the personage he mentioned, who, simply standing off and watching, in concentrated interest as well as detachment, this interview of his cool daughter and her still cooler guest, had plainly<|quote|>“elected,”</|qu... | She had fairly hung on his lips. “But does he know ours?” “No--not ours yet. That is” --he consciously and quickly took himself up-- “not yours! But as Pap-pendick went to Verona for us I’ve asked Bardi to do us the great favour to come here--if Lord Theign will be so good,” he said, bethinking himself with a turn, “as... | was admirably manifest, the appeal of his directness to her generosity, awkward as their predicament was also for her herself, and spoke to him as she might have spoken without her father’s presence. It would have shown for beautiful, on the spot, had there been any one to perceive it, that he devoutly recorded her int... | what he had begun by being, immeasurably and inaccessibly detached--only with his curiosity more moved than he could help and as, on second thought, to see what sort of a still more offensive fool the heated youth would really make of himself. “Yes--you seem indeed remarkably abashed!” Hugh clearly was thrown again, by... | in Lady Grace a view of the importance of delay, which she signified to her companion in a “Well--I must think!” For the butler positively resounded, and Hugh was there. “Mr. Crimble!” Mr. Gotch proclaimed--with the further extravagance of projecting the visitor straight upon his lordship. VII Our young man showed... | I don’t in the least knock under.” “Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,” the young man returned-- “though he is, I admit, one of the three or four first. And I mean to appeal--I’ve another shot in my locker,” he went o... | The Outcry |
as it were, to give them rope to hang themselves. Staring very hard at Hugh he met his appeal, but in a silence clearly calculated; against which, however, the young man, bearing up, made such head as he could. He offered his next word, that is, equally to the two companions. | No speaker | cooler guest, had plainly “elected,”<|quote|>as it were, to give them rope to hang themselves. Staring very hard at Hugh he met his appeal, but in a silence clearly calculated; against which, however, the young man, bearing up, made such head as he could. He offered his next word, that is, equally to the two companions... | cool daughter and her still cooler guest, had plainly “elected,”<|quote|>as it were, to give them rope to hang themselves. Staring very hard at Hugh he met his appeal, but in a silence clearly calculated; against which, however, the young man, bearing up, made such head as he could. He offered his next word, that is, e... | good,” he said, bethinking himself with a turn, “as to let him examine the Moretto.” He faced again to the personage he mentioned, who, simply standing off and watching, in concentrated interest as well as detachment, this interview of his cool daughter and her still cooler guest, had plainly “elected,”<|quote|>as it w... | had fairly hung on his lips. “But does he know ours?” “No--not ours yet. That is” --he consciously and quickly took himself up-- “not yours! But as Pap-pendick went to Verona for us I’ve asked Bardi to do us the great favour to come here--if Lord Theign will be so good,” he said, bethinking himself with a turn, “as to ... | admirably manifest, the appeal of his directness to her generosity, awkward as their predicament was also for her herself, and spoke to him as she might have spoken without her father’s presence. It would have shown for beautiful, on the spot, had there been any one to perceive it, that he devoutly recorded her intelli... | he had begun by being, immeasurably and inaccessibly detached--only with his curiosity more moved than he could help and as, on second thought, to see what sort of a still more offensive fool the heated youth would really make of himself. “Yes--you seem indeed remarkably abashed!” Hugh clearly was thrown again, by the ... | Lady Grace a view of the importance of delay, which she signified to her companion in a “Well--I must think!” For the butler positively resounded, and Hugh was there. “Mr. Crimble!” Mr. Gotch proclaimed--with the further extravagance of projecting the visitor straight upon his lordship. VII Our young man showed an... | Grace. “I had already written, you see, to dear old Bardi.” “Bardi of Milan?” --she recognised, it was admirably manifest, the appeal of his directness to her generosity, awkward as their predicament was also for her herself, and spoke to him as she might have spoken without her father’s presence. It would have shown ... | The Outcry |
“It’s not at all impossible--for such curious effects have been!--that the Dedborough picture seen _after_ the Verona will point a different moral from the Verona seen after the Dedborough.” | Crimble | equally to the two companions.<|quote|>“It’s not at all impossible--for such curious effects have been!--that the Dedborough picture seen _after_ the Verona will point a different moral from the Verona seen after the Dedborough.”</|quote|>“And so awfully _long_ after--wasn’t | his next word, that is, equally to the two companions.<|quote|>“It’s not at all impossible--for such curious effects have been!--that the Dedborough picture seen _after_ the Verona will point a different moral from the Verona seen after the Dedborough.”</|quote|>“And so awfully _long_ after--wasn’t it?” Lady Grace aske... | it were, to give them rope to hang themselves. Staring very hard at Hugh he met his appeal, but in a silence clearly calculated; against which, however, the young man, bearing up, made such head as he could. He offered his next word, that is, equally to the two companions.<|quote|>“It’s not at all impossible--for such ... | he said, bethinking himself with a turn, “as to let him examine the Moretto.” He faced again to the personage he mentioned, who, simply standing off and watching, in concentrated interest as well as detachment, this interview of his cool daughter and her still cooler guest, had plainly “elected,” as it were, to give th... | devoutly recorded her intelligence. “You know of him?--how delightful of you! For the Italians, I now feel,” he quickly explained, “he must have _most_ the instinct--and it has come over me since that he’d have been more our man. Besides of course his so knowing the Verona picture.” She had fairly hung on his lips. “Bu... | by the cold “cut” of this, colder than any mere social ignoring, upon a sense of the damnably poor figure he did offer; so that, while he straightened himself and kept a mastery of his manner and a control of his reply, we should yet have felt his cheek tingle. “I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got m... | face than the face his friend had lately seen him carry off, and he now turned it distressfully from that source of inspiration to Lord Theign, who was flagrantly, even from this first moment, no such source at all, and then from his noble adversary back again, under pressure of difficulty and effort, to Lady Grace, wh... | break of the ice, more exclusively of that-- “my vivid vital point, the absolute screaming identity of the two persons represented. I still hold,” he persuasively went on, “that our man is their man, but Pappendick decides that he isn’t--and as Pappendick has so _much_ to be reckoned with of course I’m awfully abashed.... | The Outcry |
“And so awfully _long_ after--wasn’t it?” | Grace | Verona seen after the Dedborough.”<|quote|>“And so awfully _long_ after--wasn’t it?”</|quote|>Lady Grace asked. “Awfully long | a different moral from the Verona seen after the Dedborough.”<|quote|>“And so awfully _long_ after--wasn’t it?”</|quote|>Lady Grace asked. “Awfully long after--it was years ago that | man, bearing up, made such head as he could. He offered his next word, that is, equally to the two companions. “It’s not at all impossible--for such curious effects have been!--that the Dedborough picture seen _after_ the Verona will point a different moral from the Verona seen after the Dedborough.”<|quote|>“And so aw... | concentrated interest as well as detachment, this interview of his cool daughter and her still cooler guest, had plainly “elected,” as it were, to give them rope to hang themselves. Staring very hard at Hugh he met his appeal, but in a silence clearly calculated; against which, however, the young man, bearing up, made ... | over me since that he’d have been more our man. Besides of course his so knowing the Verona picture.” She had fairly hung on his lips. “But does he know ours?” “No--not ours yet. That is” --he consciously and quickly took himself up-- “not yours! But as Pap-pendick went to Verona for us I’ve asked Bardi to do us the gr... | and kept a mastery of his manner and a control of his reply, we should yet have felt his cheek tingle. “I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’t in the least knock under.” “Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first autho... | even from this first moment, no such source at all, and then from his noble adversary back again, under pressure of difficulty and effort, to Lady Grace, whom he directly addressed. “Here I am again, you see--and I’ve got my news, worse luck!” But his manner to her father was the next instant more brisk. “I learned you... | in Europe, thank God,” the young man returned-- “though he is, I admit, one of the three or four first. And I mean to appeal--I’ve another shot in my locker,” he went on with his rather painfully forced smile to Lady Grace. “I had already written, you see, to dear old Bardi.” “Bardi of Milan?” --she recognised, it was ... | The Outcry |
Lady Grace asked. | No speaker | so awfully _long_ after--wasn’t it?”<|quote|>Lady Grace asked.</|quote|>“Awfully long after--it was years | seen after the Dedborough.” “And so awfully _long_ after--wasn’t it?”<|quote|>Lady Grace asked.</|quote|>“Awfully long after--it was years ago that Pappen-dick, being in | as he could. He offered his next word, that is, equally to the two companions. “It’s not at all impossible--for such curious effects have been!--that the Dedborough picture seen _after_ the Verona will point a different moral from the Verona seen after the Dedborough.” “And so awfully _long_ after--wasn’t it?”<|quote|>... | this interview of his cool daughter and her still cooler guest, had plainly “elected,” as it were, to give them rope to hang themselves. Staring very hard at Hugh he met his appeal, but in a silence clearly calculated; against which, however, the young man, bearing up, made such head as he could. He offered his next wo... | been more our man. Besides of course his so knowing the Verona picture.” She had fairly hung on his lips. “But does he know ours?” “No--not ours yet. That is” --he consciously and quickly took himself up-- “not yours! But as Pap-pendick went to Verona for us I’ve asked Bardi to do us the great favour to come here--if L... | manner and a control of his reply, we should yet have felt his cheek tingle. “I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’t in the least knock under.” “Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,... | such source at all, and then from his noble adversary back again, under pressure of difficulty and effort, to Lady Grace, whom he directly addressed. “Here I am again, you see--and I’ve got my news, worse luck!” But his manner to her father was the next instant more brisk. “I learned you were here, my lord; but as the ... | know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’t in the least knock under.” “Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,” the young man returned-- “though he is, I admit, one of the three or four first. And I mean to appeal--I’ve anoth... | The Outcry |
“Awfully long after--it was years ago that Pappen-dick, being in this country for such purposes, was kindly admitted to your house when none of you were there, or at least visible.” | Crimble | after--wasn’t it?” Lady Grace asked.<|quote|>“Awfully long after--it was years ago that Pappen-dick, being in this country for such purposes, was kindly admitted to your house when none of you were there, or at least visible.”</|quote|>“Oh of course we don’t | Dedborough.” “And so awfully _long_ after--wasn’t it?” Lady Grace asked.<|quote|>“Awfully long after--it was years ago that Pappen-dick, being in this country for such purposes, was kindly admitted to your house when none of you were there, or at least visible.”</|quote|>“Oh of course we don’t see _every one!_” --she h... | He offered his next word, that is, equally to the two companions. “It’s not at all impossible--for such curious effects have been!--that the Dedborough picture seen _after_ the Verona will point a different moral from the Verona seen after the Dedborough.” “And so awfully _long_ after--wasn’t it?” Lady Grace asked.<|qu... | his cool daughter and her still cooler guest, had plainly “elected,” as it were, to give them rope to hang themselves. Staring very hard at Hugh he met his appeal, but in a silence clearly calculated; against which, however, the young man, bearing up, made such head as he could. He offered his next word, that is, equal... | man. Besides of course his so knowing the Verona picture.” She had fairly hung on his lips. “But does he know ours?” “No--not ours yet. That is” --he consciously and quickly took himself up-- “not yours! But as Pap-pendick went to Verona for us I’ve asked Bardi to do us the great favour to come here--if Lord Theign wil... | control of his reply, we should yet have felt his cheek tingle. “I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’t in the least knock under.” “Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,” the young m... | all, and then from his noble adversary back again, under pressure of difficulty and effort, to Lady Grace, whom he directly addressed. “Here I am again, you see--and I’ve got my news, worse luck!” But his manner to her father was the next instant more brisk. “I learned you were here, my lord; but as the case is importa... | first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,” the young man returned-- “though he is, I admit, one of the three or four first. And I mean to appeal--I’ve another shot in my locker,” he went on with his rather painfully forced smile to L... | The Outcry |
“Oh of course we don’t see _every one!_” | Grace | there, or at least visible.”<|quote|>“Oh of course we don’t see _every one!_”</|quote|>--she heroically kept it up. | when none of you were there, or at least visible.”<|quote|>“Oh of course we don’t see _every one!_”</|quote|>--she heroically kept it up. “You don’t see every one,” | a different moral from the Verona seen after the Dedborough.” “And so awfully _long_ after--wasn’t it?” Lady Grace asked. “Awfully long after--it was years ago that Pappen-dick, being in this country for such purposes, was kindly admitted to your house when none of you were there, or at least visible.”<|quote|>“Oh of c... | in a silence clearly calculated; against which, however, the young man, bearing up, made such head as he could. He offered his next word, that is, equally to the two companions. “It’s not at all impossible--for such curious effects have been!--that the Dedborough picture seen _after_ the Verona will point a different m... | took himself up-- “not yours! But as Pap-pendick went to Verona for us I’ve asked Bardi to do us the great favour to come here--if Lord Theign will be so good,” he said, bethinking himself with a turn, “as to let him examine the Moretto.” He faced again to the personage he mentioned, who, simply standing off and watchi... | under.” “Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,” the young man returned-- “though he is, I admit, one of the three or four first. And I mean to appeal--I’ve another shot in my locker,” he went on with his rather painfully... | news, worse luck!” But his manner to her father was the next instant more brisk. “I learned you were here, my lord; but as the case is important I told them it was all right and came up. I’ve been to my club,” he added for the girl, “and found the tiresome thing--!” But he broke down breathless. “And it isn’t good?” sh... | to him as she might have spoken without her father’s presence. It would have shown for beautiful, on the spot, had there been any one to perceive it, that he devoutly recorded her intelligence. “You know of him?--how delightful of you! For the Italians, I now feel,” he quickly explained, “he must have _most_ the instin... | The Outcry |
--she heroically kept it up. | No speaker | we don’t see _every one!_”<|quote|>--she heroically kept it up.</|quote|>“You don’t see every one,” | least visible.” “Oh of course we don’t see _every one!_”<|quote|>--she heroically kept it up.</|quote|>“You don’t see every one,” Hugh bravely laughed, “and that | the Dedborough.” “And so awfully _long_ after--wasn’t it?” Lady Grace asked. “Awfully long after--it was years ago that Pappen-dick, being in this country for such purposes, was kindly admitted to your house when none of you were there, or at least visible.” “Oh of course we don’t see _every one!_”<|quote|>--she heroic... | the young man, bearing up, made such head as he could. He offered his next word, that is, equally to the two companions. “It’s not at all impossible--for such curious effects have been!--that the Dedborough picture seen _after_ the Verona will point a different moral from the Verona seen after the Dedborough.” “And so ... | went to Verona for us I’ve asked Bardi to do us the great favour to come here--if Lord Theign will be so good,” he said, bethinking himself with a turn, “as to let him examine the Moretto.” He faced again to the personage he mentioned, who, simply standing off and watching, in concentrated interest as well as detachmen... | care, I suppose, whether you do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,” the young man returned-- “though he is, I admit, one of the three or four first. And I mean to appeal--I’ve another shot in my locker,” he went on with his rather painfully forced smile to Lady Grace. “I had already written,... | father was the next instant more brisk. “I learned you were here, my lord; but as the case is important I told them it was all right and came up. I’ve been to my club,” he added for the girl, “and found the tiresome thing--!” But he broke down breathless. “And it isn’t good?” she cried with the highest concern. Rueful... | been any one to perceive it, that he devoutly recorded her intelligence. “You know of him?--how delightful of you! For the Italians, I now feel,” he quickly explained, “he must have _most_ the instinct--and it has come over me since that he’d have been more our man. Besides of course his so knowing the Verona picture.”... | The Outcry |
“You don’t see every one,” | Crimble | --she heroically kept it up.<|quote|>“You don’t see every one,”</|quote|>Hugh bravely laughed, “and that | we don’t see _every one!_” --she heroically kept it up.<|quote|>“You don’t see every one,”</|quote|>Hugh bravely laughed, “and that makes it all the more | _long_ after--wasn’t it?” Lady Grace asked. “Awfully long after--it was years ago that Pappen-dick, being in this country for such purposes, was kindly admitted to your house when none of you were there, or at least visible.” “Oh of course we don’t see _every one!_” --she heroically kept it up.<|quote|>“You don’t see e... | made such head as he could. He offered his next word, that is, equally to the two companions. “It’s not at all impossible--for such curious effects have been!--that the Dedborough picture seen _after_ the Verona will point a different moral from the Verona seen after the Dedborough.” “And so awfully _long_ after--wasn’... | I’ve asked Bardi to do us the great favour to come here--if Lord Theign will be so good,” he said, bethinking himself with a turn, “as to let him examine the Moretto.” He faced again to the personage he mentioned, who, simply standing off and watching, in concentrated interest as well as detachment, this interview of h... | do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,” the young man returned-- “though he is, I admit, one of the three or four first. And I mean to appeal--I’ve another shot in my locker,” he went on with his rather painfully forced smile to Lady Grace. “I had already written, you see, to dear old Bardi.”... | more brisk. “I learned you were here, my lord; but as the case is important I told them it was all right and came up. I’ve been to my club,” he added for the girl, “and found the tiresome thing--!” But he broke down breathless. “And it isn’t good?” she cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he con... | yet have felt his cheek tingle. “I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’t in the least knock under.” “Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,” the young man returned-- “though he is, I a... | The Outcry |
Hugh bravely laughed, | No speaker | “You don’t see every one,”<|quote|>Hugh bravely laughed,</|quote|>“and that makes it all | --she heroically kept it up. “You don’t see every one,”<|quote|>Hugh bravely laughed,</|quote|>“and that makes it all the more charming that you | asked. “Awfully long after--it was years ago that Pappen-dick, being in this country for such purposes, was kindly admitted to your house when none of you were there, or at least visible.” “Oh of course we don’t see _every one!_” --she heroically kept it up. “You don’t see every one,”<|quote|>Hugh bravely laughed,</|qu... | could. He offered his next word, that is, equally to the two companions. “It’s not at all impossible--for such curious effects have been!--that the Dedborough picture seen _after_ the Verona will point a different moral from the Verona seen after the Dedborough.” “And so awfully _long_ after--wasn’t it?” Lady Grace ask... | us the great favour to come here--if Lord Theign will be so good,” he said, bethinking himself with a turn, “as to let him examine the Moretto.” He faced again to the personage he mentioned, who, simply standing off and watching, in concentrated interest as well as detachment, this interview of his cool daughter and he... | _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,” the young man returned-- “though he is, I admit, one of the three or four first. And I mean to appeal--I’ve another shot in my locker,” he went on with his rather painfully forced smile to Lady Grace. “I had already written, you see, to dear old Bardi.” “Bardi of Milan?” --s... | were here, my lord; but as the case is important I told them it was all right and came up. I’ve been to my club,” he added for the girl, “and found the tiresome thing--!” But he broke down breathless. “And it isn’t good?” she cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he confessed, “Not so good as I h... | of this, colder than any mere social ignoring, upon a sense of the damnably poor figure he did offer; so that, while he straightened himself and kept a mastery of his manner and a control of his reply, we should yet have felt his cheek tingle. “I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’... | The Outcry |
“and that makes it all the more charming that you did, and that you still do, see me. I shall really get Bardi,” | Crimble | every one,” Hugh bravely laughed,<|quote|>“and that makes it all the more charming that you did, and that you still do, see me. I shall really get Bardi,”</|quote|>he pursued, “to go again | it up. “You don’t see every one,” Hugh bravely laughed,<|quote|>“and that makes it all the more charming that you did, and that you still do, see me. I shall really get Bardi,”</|quote|>he pursued, “to go again to Verona----” “The last thing | after--it was years ago that Pappen-dick, being in this country for such purposes, was kindly admitted to your house when none of you were there, or at least visible.” “Oh of course we don’t see _every one!_” --she heroically kept it up. “You don’t see every one,” Hugh bravely laughed,<|quote|>“and that makes it all th... | his next word, that is, equally to the two companions. “It’s not at all impossible--for such curious effects have been!--that the Dedborough picture seen _after_ the Verona will point a different moral from the Verona seen after the Dedborough.” “And so awfully _long_ after--wasn’t it?” Lady Grace asked. “Awfully long ... | favour to come here--if Lord Theign will be so good,” he said, bethinking himself with a turn, “as to let him examine the Moretto.” He faced again to the personage he mentioned, who, simply standing off and watching, in concentrated interest as well as detachment, this interview of his cool daughter and her still coole... | in Europe, thank God,” the young man returned-- “though he is, I admit, one of the three or four first. And I mean to appeal--I’ve another shot in my locker,” he went on with his rather painfully forced smile to Lady Grace. “I had already written, you see, to dear old Bardi.” “Bardi of Milan?” --she recognised, it was ... | lord; but as the case is important I told them it was all right and came up. I’ve been to my club,” he added for the girl, “and found the tiresome thing--!” But he broke down breathless. “And it isn’t good?” she cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he confessed, “Not so good as I hoped. For I as... | strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’t in the least knock under.” “Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,” the young man returned-- “though he is, I admit, one of the three or four first. And I mean to appeal... | The Outcry |
he pursued, | No speaker | I shall really get Bardi,”<|quote|>he pursued,</|quote|>“to go again to Verona----” | you still do, see me. I shall really get Bardi,”<|quote|>he pursued,</|quote|>“to go again to Verona----” “The last thing before coming | were there, or at least visible.” “Oh of course we don’t see _every one!_” --she heroically kept it up. “You don’t see every one,” Hugh bravely laughed, “and that makes it all the more charming that you did, and that you still do, see me. I shall really get Bardi,”<|quote|>he pursued,</|quote|>“to go again to Verona---... | seen _after_ the Verona will point a different moral from the Verona seen after the Dedborough.” “And so awfully _long_ after--wasn’t it?” Lady Grace asked. “Awfully long after--it was years ago that Pappen-dick, being in this country for such purposes, was kindly admitted to your house when none of you were there, or ... | Moretto.” He faced again to the personage he mentioned, who, simply standing off and watching, in concentrated interest as well as detachment, this interview of his cool daughter and her still cooler guest, had plainly “elected,” as it were, to give them rope to hang themselves. Staring very hard at Hugh he met his app... | to appeal--I’ve another shot in my locker,” he went on with his rather painfully forced smile to Lady Grace. “I had already written, you see, to dear old Bardi.” “Bardi of Milan?” --she recognised, it was admirably manifest, the appeal of his directness to her generosity, awkward as their predicament was also for her h... | added for the girl, “and found the tiresome thing--!” But he broke down breathless. “And it isn’t good?” she cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he confessed, “Not so good as I hoped. For I assure you, my lord, I counted--” “It’s the report from Pappendick about the picture at Verona,” Lady Gra... | help and as, on second thought, to see what sort of a still more offensive fool the heated youth would really make of himself. “Yes--you seem indeed remarkably abashed!” Hugh clearly was thrown again, by the cold “cut” of this, colder than any mere social ignoring, upon a sense of the damnably poor figure he did offer;... | The Outcry |
“to go again to Verona----” | Crimble | really get Bardi,” he pursued,<|quote|>“to go again to Verona----”</|quote|>“The last thing before coming | do, see me. I shall really get Bardi,” he pursued,<|quote|>“to go again to Verona----”</|quote|>“The last thing before coming here?” --she had guessed before | or at least visible.” “Oh of course we don’t see _every one!_” --she heroically kept it up. “You don’t see every one,” Hugh bravely laughed, “and that makes it all the more charming that you did, and that you still do, see me. I shall really get Bardi,” he pursued,<|quote|>“to go again to Verona----”</|quote|>“The last... | the Verona will point a different moral from the Verona seen after the Dedborough.” “And so awfully _long_ after--wasn’t it?” Lady Grace asked. “Awfully long after--it was years ago that Pappen-dick, being in this country for such purposes, was kindly admitted to your house when none of you were there, or at least visi... | faced again to the personage he mentioned, who, simply standing off and watching, in concentrated interest as well as detachment, this interview of his cool daughter and her still cooler guest, had plainly “elected,” as it were, to give them rope to hang themselves. Staring very hard at Hugh he met his appeal, but in a... | another shot in my locker,” he went on with his rather painfully forced smile to Lady Grace. “I had already written, you see, to dear old Bardi.” “Bardi of Milan?” --she recognised, it was admirably manifest, the appeal of his directness to her generosity, awkward as their predicament was also for her herself, and spok... | the girl, “and found the tiresome thing--!” But he broke down breathless. “And it isn’t good?” she cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he confessed, “Not so good as I hoped. For I assure you, my lord, I counted--” “It’s the report from Pappendick about the picture at Verona,” Lady Grace interru... | intelligence. “You know of him?--how delightful of you! For the Italians, I now feel,” he quickly explained, “he must have _most_ the instinct--and it has come over me since that he’d have been more our man. Besides of course his so knowing the Verona picture.” She had fairly hung on his lips. “But does he know ours?” ... | The Outcry |
“The last thing before coming here?” | Grace | “to go again to Verona----”<|quote|>“The last thing before coming here?”</|quote|>--she had guessed before he | really get Bardi,” he pursued, “to go again to Verona----”<|quote|>“The last thing before coming here?”</|quote|>--she had guessed before he could say it; and still | of course we don’t see _every one!_” --she heroically kept it up. “You don’t see every one,” Hugh bravely laughed, “and that makes it all the more charming that you did, and that you still do, see me. I shall really get Bardi,” he pursued, “to go again to Verona----”<|quote|>“The last thing before coming here?”</|quote... | different moral from the Verona seen after the Dedborough.” “And so awfully _long_ after--wasn’t it?” Lady Grace asked. “Awfully long after--it was years ago that Pappen-dick, being in this country for such purposes, was kindly admitted to your house when none of you were there, or at least visible.” “Oh of course we d... | he mentioned, who, simply standing off and watching, in concentrated interest as well as detachment, this interview of his cool daughter and her still cooler guest, had plainly “elected,” as it were, to give them rope to hang themselves. Staring very hard at Hugh he met his appeal, but in a silence clearly calculated; ... | he went on with his rather painfully forced smile to Lady Grace. “I had already written, you see, to dear old Bardi.” “Bardi of Milan?” --she recognised, it was admirably manifest, the appeal of his directness to her generosity, awkward as their predicament was also for her herself, and spoke to him as she might have s... | tiresome thing--!” But he broke down breathless. “And it isn’t good?” she cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he confessed, “Not so good as I hoped. For I assure you, my lord, I counted--” “It’s the report from Pappendick about the picture at Verona,” Lady Grace interruptingly explained. Hugh ... | was also for her herself, and spoke to him as she might have spoken without her father’s presence. It would have shown for beautiful, on the spot, had there been any one to perceive it, that he devoutly recorded her intelligence. “You know of him?--how delightful of you! For the Italians, I now feel,” he quickly explai... | The Outcry |
--she had guessed before he could say it; and still she sustained it, so that he could shine at her for assent. | No speaker | last thing before coming here?”<|quote|>--she had guessed before he could say it; and still she sustained it, so that he could shine at her for assent.</|quote|>“How happy they should like | go again to Verona----” “The last thing before coming here?”<|quote|>--she had guessed before he could say it; and still she sustained it, so that he could shine at her for assent.</|quote|>“How happy they should like so to work for you!” | one!_” --she heroically kept it up. “You don’t see every one,” Hugh bravely laughed, “and that makes it all the more charming that you did, and that you still do, see me. I shall really get Bardi,” he pursued, “to go again to Verona----” “The last thing before coming here?”<|quote|>--she had guessed before he could say... | after the Dedborough.” “And so awfully _long_ after--wasn’t it?” Lady Grace asked. “Awfully long after--it was years ago that Pappen-dick, being in this country for such purposes, was kindly admitted to your house when none of you were there, or at least visible.” “Oh of course we don’t see _every one!_” --she heroical... | and watching, in concentrated interest as well as detachment, this interview of his cool daughter and her still cooler guest, had plainly “elected,” as it were, to give them rope to hang themselves. Staring very hard at Hugh he met his appeal, but in a silence clearly calculated; against which, however, the young man, ... | painfully forced smile to Lady Grace. “I had already written, you see, to dear old Bardi.” “Bardi of Milan?” --she recognised, it was admirably manifest, the appeal of his directness to her generosity, awkward as their predicament was also for her herself, and spoke to him as she might have spoken without her father’s ... | breathless. “And it isn’t good?” she cried with the highest concern. Ruefully, yet not abjectly, he confessed, “Not so good as I hoped. For I assure you, my lord, I counted--” “It’s the report from Pappendick about the picture at Verona,” Lady Grace interruptingly explained. Hugh took it up, but, as we should well ha... | her father’s presence. It would have shown for beautiful, on the spot, had there been any one to perceive it, that he devoutly recorded her intelligence. “You know of him?--how delightful of you! For the Italians, I now feel,” he quickly explained, “he must have _most_ the instinct--and it has come over me since that h... | The Outcry |
“How happy they should like so to work for you!” | Grace | shine at her for assent.<|quote|>“How happy they should like so to work for you!”</|quote|>“Ah, we’re a band of | it, so that he could shine at her for assent.<|quote|>“How happy they should like so to work for you!”</|quote|>“Ah, we’re a band of brothers,” he returned-- “‘we few, | that you did, and that you still do, see me. I shall really get Bardi,” he pursued, “to go again to Verona----” “The last thing before coming here?” --she had guessed before he could say it; and still she sustained it, so that he could shine at her for assent.<|quote|>“How happy they should like so to work for you!”</|... | this country for such purposes, was kindly admitted to your house when none of you were there, or at least visible.” “Oh of course we don’t see _every one!_” --she heroically kept it up. “You don’t see every one,” Hugh bravely laughed, “and that makes it all the more charming that you did, and that you still do, see me... | “elected,” as it were, to give them rope to hang themselves. Staring very hard at Hugh he met his appeal, but in a silence clearly calculated; against which, however, the young man, bearing up, made such head as he could. He offered his next word, that is, equally to the two companions. “It’s not at all impossible--for... | was admirably manifest, the appeal of his directness to her generosity, awkward as their predicament was also for her herself, and spoke to him as she might have spoken without her father’s presence. It would have shown for beautiful, on the spot, had there been any one to perceive it, that he devoutly recorded her int... | hoped. For I assure you, my lord, I counted--” “It’s the report from Pappendick about the picture at Verona,” Lady Grace interruptingly explained. Hugh took it up, but, as we should well have seen, under embarrassment dismally deeper; the ugly particular defeat he had to announce showing thus, in his thought, for a mo... | already written, you see, to dear old Bardi.” “Bardi of Milan?” --she recognised, it was admirably manifest, the appeal of his directness to her generosity, awkward as their predicament was also for her herself, and spoke to him as she might have spoken without her father’s presence. It would have shown for beautiful,... | The Outcry |
“Ah, we’re a band of brothers,” | Crimble | so to work for you!”<|quote|>“Ah, we’re a band of brothers,”</|quote|>he returned-- “‘we few, we | “How happy they should like so to work for you!”<|quote|>“Ah, we’re a band of brothers,”</|quote|>he returned-- “‘we few, we happy few’--from country to country” | I shall really get Bardi,” he pursued, “to go again to Verona----” “The last thing before coming here?” --she had guessed before he could say it; and still she sustained it, so that he could shine at her for assent. “How happy they should like so to work for you!”<|quote|>“Ah, we’re a band of brothers,”</|quote|>he ret... | house when none of you were there, or at least visible.” “Oh of course we don’t see _every one!_” --she heroically kept it up. “You don’t see every one,” Hugh bravely laughed, “and that makes it all the more charming that you did, and that you still do, see me. I shall really get Bardi,” he pursued, “to go again to Ver... | themselves. Staring very hard at Hugh he met his appeal, but in a silence clearly calculated; against which, however, the young man, bearing up, made such head as he could. He offered his next word, that is, equally to the two companions. “It’s not at all impossible--for such curious effects have been!--that the Dedbor... | generosity, awkward as their predicament was also for her herself, and spoke to him as she might have spoken without her father’s presence. It would have shown for beautiful, on the spot, had there been any one to perceive it, that he devoutly recorded her intelligence. “You know of him?--how delightful of you! For the... | the report from Pappendick about the picture at Verona,” Lady Grace interruptingly explained. Hugh took it up, but, as we should well have seen, under embarrassment dismally deeper; the ugly particular defeat he had to announce showing thus, in his thought, for a more awkward force than any reviving possibilities that... | bethinking himself with a turn, “as to let him examine the Moretto.” He faced again to the personage he mentioned, who, simply standing off and watching, in concentrated interest as well as detachment, this interview of his cool daughter and her still cooler guest, had plainly “elected,” as it were, to give them rope t... | The Outcry |
he returned-- | No speaker | we’re a band of brothers,”<|quote|>he returned--</|quote|>“‘we few, we happy few’--from | to work for you!” “Ah, we’re a band of brothers,”<|quote|>he returned--</|quote|>“‘we few, we happy few’--from country to country” ; to | pursued, “to go again to Verona----” “The last thing before coming here?” --she had guessed before he could say it; and still she sustained it, so that he could shine at her for assent. “How happy they should like so to work for you!” “Ah, we’re a band of brothers,”<|quote|>he returned--</|quote|>“‘we few, we happy few... | there, or at least visible.” “Oh of course we don’t see _every one!_” --she heroically kept it up. “You don’t see every one,” Hugh bravely laughed, “and that makes it all the more charming that you did, and that you still do, see me. I shall really get Bardi,” he pursued, “to go again to Verona----” “The last thing bef... | he met his appeal, but in a silence clearly calculated; against which, however, the young man, bearing up, made such head as he could. He offered his next word, that is, equally to the two companions. “It’s not at all impossible--for such curious effects have been!--that the Dedborough picture seen _after_ the Verona w... | also for her herself, and spoke to him as she might have spoken without her father’s presence. It would have shown for beautiful, on the spot, had there been any one to perceive it, that he devoutly recorded her intelligence. “You know of him?--how delightful of you! For the Italians, I now feel,” he quickly explained,... | picture at Verona,” Lady Grace interruptingly explained. Hugh took it up, but, as we should well have seen, under embarrassment dismally deeper; the ugly particular defeat he had to announce showing thus, in his thought, for a more awkward force than any reviving possibilities that he might have begun to balance again... | painfully forced smile to Lady Grace. “I had already written, you see, to dear old Bardi.” “Bardi of Milan?” --she recognised, it was admirably manifest, the appeal of his directness to her generosity, awkward as their predicament was also for her herself, and spoke to him as she might have spoken without her father’s ... | The Outcry |
“‘we few, we happy few’--from country to country” | Crimble | band of brothers,” he returned--<|quote|>“‘we few, we happy few’--from country to country”</|quote|>; to which he added, | for you!” “Ah, we’re a band of brothers,” he returned--<|quote|>“‘we few, we happy few’--from country to country”</|quote|>; to which he added, gaining more ease for an | go again to Verona----” “The last thing before coming here?” --she had guessed before he could say it; and still she sustained it, so that he could shine at her for assent. “How happy they should like so to work for you!” “Ah, we’re a band of brothers,” he returned--<|quote|>“‘we few, we happy few’--from country to cou... | at least visible.” “Oh of course we don’t see _every one!_” --she heroically kept it up. “You don’t see every one,” Hugh bravely laughed, “and that makes it all the more charming that you did, and that you still do, see me. I shall really get Bardi,” he pursued, “to go again to Verona----” “The last thing before coming... | his appeal, but in a silence clearly calculated; against which, however, the young man, bearing up, made such head as he could. He offered his next word, that is, equally to the two companions. “It’s not at all impossible--for such curious effects have been!--that the Dedborough picture seen _after_ the Verona will poi... | her herself, and spoke to him as she might have spoken without her father’s presence. It would have shown for beautiful, on the spot, had there been any one to perceive it, that he devoutly recorded her intelligence. “You know of him?--how delightful of you! For the Italians, I now feel,” he quickly explained, “he must... | Verona,” Lady Grace interruptingly explained. Hugh took it up, but, as we should well have seen, under embarrassment dismally deeper; the ugly particular defeat he had to announce showing thus, in his thought, for a more awkward force than any reviving possibilities that he might have begun to balance against them. “T... | it were, to give them rope to hang themselves. Staring very hard at Hugh he met his appeal, but in a silence clearly calculated; against which, however, the young man, bearing up, made such head as he could. He offered his next word, that is, equally to the two companions. “It’s not at all impossible--for such curious ... | The Outcry |
; to which he added, gaining more ease for an eye at Lord Theign: | No speaker | happy few’--from country to country”<|quote|>; to which he added, gaining more ease for an eye at Lord Theign:</|quote|>“though we do have our | he returned-- “‘we few, we happy few’--from country to country”<|quote|>; to which he added, gaining more ease for an eye at Lord Theign:</|quote|>“though we do have our little rubs and disputes, like | coming here?” --she had guessed before he could say it; and still she sustained it, so that he could shine at her for assent. “How happy they should like so to work for you!” “Ah, we’re a band of brothers,” he returned-- “‘we few, we happy few’--from country to country”<|quote|>; to which he added, gaining more ease fo... | see _every one!_” --she heroically kept it up. “You don’t see every one,” Hugh bravely laughed, “and that makes it all the more charming that you did, and that you still do, see me. I shall really get Bardi,” he pursued, “to go again to Verona----” “The last thing before coming here?” --she had guessed before he could ... | against which, however, the young man, bearing up, made such head as he could. He offered his next word, that is, equally to the two companions. “It’s not at all impossible--for such curious effects have been!--that the Dedborough picture seen _after_ the Verona will point a different moral from the Verona seen after t... | might have spoken without her father’s presence. It would have shown for beautiful, on the spot, had there been any one to perceive it, that he devoutly recorded her intelligence. “You know of him?--how delightful of you! For the Italians, I now feel,” he quickly explained, “he must have _most_ the instinct--and it has... | up, but, as we should well have seen, under embarrassment dismally deeper; the ugly particular defeat he had to announce showing thus, in his thought, for a more awkward force than any reviving possibilities that he might have begun to balance against them. “The man I told _you_ about also,” he said to his formidable p... | and kept a mastery of his manner and a control of his reply, we should yet have felt his cheek tingle. “I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’t in the least knock under.” “Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first autho... | The Outcry |
“though we do have our little rubs and disputes, like Pappendick and me now. The thing, you see, is the ripping _interest_ of it all; since,” | Crimble | an eye at Lord Theign:<|quote|>“though we do have our little rubs and disputes, like Pappendick and me now. The thing, you see, is the ripping _interest_ of it all; since,”</|quote|>he developed and explained, for | added, gaining more ease for an eye at Lord Theign:<|quote|>“though we do have our little rubs and disputes, like Pappendick and me now. The thing, you see, is the ripping _interest_ of it all; since,”</|quote|>he developed and explained, for his elder friend’s benefit, with | it, so that he could shine at her for assent. “How happy they should like so to work for you!” “Ah, we’re a band of brothers,” he returned-- “‘we few, we happy few’--from country to country” ; to which he added, gaining more ease for an eye at Lord Theign:<|quote|>“though we do have our little rubs and disputes, like P... | bravely laughed, “and that makes it all the more charming that you did, and that you still do, see me. I shall really get Bardi,” he pursued, “to go again to Verona----” “The last thing before coming here?” --she had guessed before he could say it; and still she sustained it, so that he could shine at her for assent. “... | He offered his next word, that is, equally to the two companions. “It’s not at all impossible--for such curious effects have been!--that the Dedborough picture seen _after_ the Verona will point a different moral from the Verona seen after the Dedborough.” “And so awfully _long_ after--wasn’t it?” Lady Grace asked. “Aw... | the spot, had there been any one to perceive it, that he devoutly recorded her intelligence. “You know of him?--how delightful of you! For the Italians, I now feel,” he quickly explained, “he must have _most_ the instinct--and it has come over me since that he’d have been more our man. Besides of course his so knowing ... | particular defeat he had to announce showing thus, in his thought, for a more awkward force than any reviving possibilities that he might have begun to balance against them. “The man I told _you_ about also,” he said to his formidable patron; “whom I went to Brussels to talk with and who, most kindly, has gone for us t... | that he’d have been more our man. Besides of course his so knowing the Verona picture.” She had fairly hung on his lips. “But does he know ours?” “No--not ours yet. That is” --he consciously and quickly took himself up-- “not yours! But as Pap-pendick went to Verona for us I’ve asked Bardi to do us the great favour to ... | The Outcry |
he developed and explained, for his elder friend’s benefit, with pertinacious cheer and an assurance superficially at least recovered, | No speaker | _interest_ of it all; since,”<|quote|>he developed and explained, for his elder friend’s benefit, with pertinacious cheer and an assurance superficially at least recovered,</|quote|>“when we’re really ‘hit’ over | you see, is the ripping _interest_ of it all; since,”<|quote|>he developed and explained, for his elder friend’s benefit, with pertinacious cheer and an assurance superficially at least recovered,</|quote|>“when we’re really ‘hit’ over a case we’ll do almost | he returned-- “‘we few, we happy few’--from country to country” ; to which he added, gaining more ease for an eye at Lord Theign: “though we do have our little rubs and disputes, like Pappendick and me now. The thing, you see, is the ripping _interest_ of it all; since,”<|quote|>he developed and explained, for his elde... | pursued, “to go again to Verona----” “The last thing before coming here?” --she had guessed before he could say it; and still she sustained it, so that he could shine at her for assent. “How happy they should like so to work for you!” “Ah, we’re a band of brothers,” he returned-- “‘we few, we happy few’--from country t... | _after_ the Verona will point a different moral from the Verona seen after the Dedborough.” “And so awfully _long_ after--wasn’t it?” Lady Grace asked. “Awfully long after--it was years ago that Pappen-dick, being in this country for such purposes, was kindly admitted to your house when none of you were there, or at le... | I now feel,” he quickly explained, “he must have _most_ the instinct--and it has come over me since that he’d have been more our man. Besides of course his so knowing the Verona picture.” She had fairly hung on his lips. “But does he know ours?” “No--not ours yet. That is” --he consciously and quickly took himself up--... | balance against them. “The man I told _you_ about also,” he said to his formidable patron; “whom I went to Brussels to talk with and who, most kindly, has gone for us to Verona. He has been able to get straight at _their_ Mantovano, but the brute horribly wires me that he doesn’t quite see the thing; see, I mean” --and... | as she might have spoken without her father’s presence. It would have shown for beautiful, on the spot, had there been any one to perceive it, that he devoutly recorded her intelligence. “You know of him?--how delightful of you! For the Italians, I now feel,” he quickly explained, “he must have _most_ the instinct--and... | The Outcry |
“when we’re really ‘hit’ over a case we’ll do almost anything in life.” | Crimble | assurance superficially at least recovered,<|quote|>“when we’re really ‘hit’ over a case we’ll do almost anything in life.”</|quote|>Lady Grace, recklessly throbbing in | with pertinacious cheer and an assurance superficially at least recovered,<|quote|>“when we’re really ‘hit’ over a case we’ll do almost anything in life.”</|quote|>Lady Grace, recklessly throbbing in the breath of it all, | an eye at Lord Theign: “though we do have our little rubs and disputes, like Pappendick and me now. The thing, you see, is the ripping _interest_ of it all; since,” he developed and explained, for his elder friend’s benefit, with pertinacious cheer and an assurance superficially at least recovered,<|quote|>“when we’re ... | it; and still she sustained it, so that he could shine at her for assent. “How happy they should like so to work for you!” “Ah, we’re a band of brothers,” he returned-- “‘we few, we happy few’--from country to country” ; to which he added, gaining more ease for an eye at Lord Theign: “though we do have our little rubs ... | after--wasn’t it?” Lady Grace asked. “Awfully long after--it was years ago that Pappen-dick, being in this country for such purposes, was kindly admitted to your house when none of you were there, or at least visible.” “Oh of course we don’t see _every one!_” --she heroically kept it up. “You don’t see every one,” Hugh... | he’d have been more our man. Besides of course his so knowing the Verona picture.” She had fairly hung on his lips. “But does he know ours?” “No--not ours yet. That is” --he consciously and quickly took himself up-- “not yours! But as Pap-pendick went to Verona for us I’ve asked Bardi to do us the great favour to come ... | to Brussels to talk with and who, most kindly, has gone for us to Verona. He has been able to get straight at _their_ Mantovano, but the brute horribly wires me that he doesn’t quite see the thing; see, I mean” --and he gathered his two hearers together now in his overflow of chagrin, conscious, with his break of the i... | however, the young man, bearing up, made such head as he could. He offered his next word, that is, equally to the two companions. “It’s not at all impossible--for such curious effects have been!--that the Dedborough picture seen _after_ the Verona will point a different moral from the Verona seen after the Dedborough.”... | The Outcry |
Lady Grace, recklessly throbbing in the breath of it all, immediately appropriated what her father let alone. | No speaker | do almost anything in life.”<|quote|>Lady Grace, recklessly throbbing in the breath of it all, immediately appropriated what her father let alone.</|quote|>“It must be so lovely | ‘hit’ over a case we’ll do almost anything in life.”<|quote|>Lady Grace, recklessly throbbing in the breath of it all, immediately appropriated what her father let alone.</|quote|>“It must be so lovely to _feel_ so hit!” “It | disputes, like Pappendick and me now. The thing, you see, is the ripping _interest_ of it all; since,” he developed and explained, for his elder friend’s benefit, with pertinacious cheer and an assurance superficially at least recovered, “when we’re really ‘hit’ over a case we’ll do almost anything in life.”<|quote|>La... | for assent. “How happy they should like so to work for you!” “Ah, we’re a band of brothers,” he returned-- “‘we few, we happy few’--from country to country” ; to which he added, gaining more ease for an eye at Lord Theign: “though we do have our little rubs and disputes, like Pappendick and me now. The thing, you see, ... | being in this country for such purposes, was kindly admitted to your house when none of you were there, or at least visible.” “Oh of course we don’t see _every one!_” --she heroically kept it up. “You don’t see every one,” Hugh bravely laughed, “and that makes it all the more charming that you did, and that you still d... | Verona picture.” She had fairly hung on his lips. “But does he know ours?” “No--not ours yet. That is” --he consciously and quickly took himself up-- “not yours! But as Pap-pendick went to Verona for us I’ve asked Bardi to do us the great favour to come here--if Lord Theign will be so good,” he said, bethinking himself... | to Verona. He has been able to get straight at _their_ Mantovano, but the brute horribly wires me that he doesn’t quite see the thing; see, I mean” --and he gathered his two hearers together now in his overflow of chagrin, conscious, with his break of the ice, more exclusively of that-- “my vivid vital point, the absol... | I admit, one of the three or four first. And I mean to appeal--I’ve another shot in my locker,” he went on with his rather painfully forced smile to Lady Grace. “I had already written, you see, to dear old Bardi.” “Bardi of Milan?” --she recognised, it was admirably manifest, the appeal of his directness to her generos... | The Outcry |
“It must be so lovely to _feel_ so hit!” | Grace | what her father let alone.<|quote|>“It must be so lovely to _feel_ so hit!”</|quote|>“It does spoil one,” Hugh | of it all, immediately appropriated what her father let alone.<|quote|>“It must be so lovely to _feel_ so hit!”</|quote|>“It does spoil one,” Hugh laughed, “for milder joys. Of | since,” he developed and explained, for his elder friend’s benefit, with pertinacious cheer and an assurance superficially at least recovered, “when we’re really ‘hit’ over a case we’ll do almost anything in life.” Lady Grace, recklessly throbbing in the breath of it all, immediately appropriated what her father let al... | brothers,” he returned-- “‘we few, we happy few’--from country to country” ; to which he added, gaining more ease for an eye at Lord Theign: “though we do have our little rubs and disputes, like Pappendick and me now. The thing, you see, is the ripping _interest_ of it all; since,” he developed and explained, for his e... | were there, or at least visible.” “Oh of course we don’t see _every one!_” --she heroically kept it up. “You don’t see every one,” Hugh bravely laughed, “and that makes it all the more charming that you did, and that you still do, see me. I shall really get Bardi,” he pursued, “to go again to Verona----” “The last thin... | That is” --he consciously and quickly took himself up-- “not yours! But as Pap-pendick went to Verona for us I’ve asked Bardi to do us the great favour to come here--if Lord Theign will be so good,” he said, bethinking himself with a turn, “as to let him examine the Moretto.” He faced again to the personage he mentione... | me that he doesn’t quite see the thing; see, I mean” --and he gathered his two hearers together now in his overflow of chagrin, conscious, with his break of the ice, more exclusively of that-- “my vivid vital point, the absolute screaming identity of the two persons represented. I still hold,” he persuasively went on, ... | appeal, but in a silence clearly calculated; against which, however, the young man, bearing up, made such head as he could. He offered his next word, that is, equally to the two companions. “It’s not at all impossible--for such curious effects have been!--that the Dedborough picture seen _after_ the Verona will point a... | The Outcry |
“It does spoil one,” | Crimble | lovely to _feel_ so hit!”<|quote|>“It does spoil one,”</|quote|>Hugh laughed, “for milder joys. | alone. “It must be so lovely to _feel_ so hit!”<|quote|>“It does spoil one,”</|quote|>Hugh laughed, “for milder joys. Of course what I have | benefit, with pertinacious cheer and an assurance superficially at least recovered, “when we’re really ‘hit’ over a case we’ll do almost anything in life.” Lady Grace, recklessly throbbing in the breath of it all, immediately appropriated what her father let alone. “It must be so lovely to _feel_ so hit!”<|quote|>“It d... | to country” ; to which he added, gaining more ease for an eye at Lord Theign: “though we do have our little rubs and disputes, like Pappendick and me now. The thing, you see, is the ripping _interest_ of it all; since,” he developed and explained, for his elder friend’s benefit, with pertinacious cheer and an assurance... | we don’t see _every one!_” --she heroically kept it up. “You don’t see every one,” Hugh bravely laughed, “and that makes it all the more charming that you did, and that you still do, see me. I shall really get Bardi,” he pursued, “to go again to Verona----” “The last thing before coming here?” --she had guessed before ... | “not yours! But as Pap-pendick went to Verona for us I’ve asked Bardi to do us the great favour to come here--if Lord Theign will be so good,” he said, bethinking himself with a turn, “as to let him examine the Moretto.” He faced again to the personage he mentioned, who, simply standing off and watching, in concentrate... | I mean” --and he gathered his two hearers together now in his overflow of chagrin, conscious, with his break of the ice, more exclusively of that-- “my vivid vital point, the absolute screaming identity of the two persons represented. I still hold,” he persuasively went on, “that our man is their man, but Pappendick de... | examine the Moretto.” He faced again to the personage he mentioned, who, simply standing off and watching, in concentrated interest as well as detachment, this interview of his cool daughter and her still cooler guest, had plainly “elected,” as it were, to give them rope to hang themselves. Staring very hard at Hugh he... | The Outcry |
Hugh laughed, | No speaker | hit!” “It does spoil one,”<|quote|>Hugh laughed,</|quote|>“for milder joys. Of course | so lovely to _feel_ so hit!” “It does spoil one,”<|quote|>Hugh laughed,</|quote|>“for milder joys. Of course what I have to consider | and an assurance superficially at least recovered, “when we’re really ‘hit’ over a case we’ll do almost anything in life.” Lady Grace, recklessly throbbing in the breath of it all, immediately appropriated what her father let alone. “It must be so lovely to _feel_ so hit!” “It does spoil one,”<|quote|>Hugh laughed,</|q... | which he added, gaining more ease for an eye at Lord Theign: “though we do have our little rubs and disputes, like Pappendick and me now. The thing, you see, is the ripping _interest_ of it all; since,” he developed and explained, for his elder friend’s benefit, with pertinacious cheer and an assurance superficially at... | one!_” --she heroically kept it up. “You don’t see every one,” Hugh bravely laughed, “and that makes it all the more charming that you did, and that you still do, see me. I shall really get Bardi,” he pursued, “to go again to Verona----” “The last thing before coming here?” --she had guessed before he could say it; and... | Pap-pendick went to Verona for us I’ve asked Bardi to do us the great favour to come here--if Lord Theign will be so good,” he said, bethinking himself with a turn, “as to let him examine the Moretto.” He faced again to the personage he mentioned, who, simply standing off and watching, in concentrated interest as well ... | gathered his two hearers together now in his overflow of chagrin, conscious, with his break of the ice, more exclusively of that-- “my vivid vital point, the absolute screaming identity of the two persons represented. I still hold,” he persuasively went on, “that our man is their man, but Pappendick decides that he isn... | Bardi to do us the great favour to come here--if Lord Theign will be so good,” he said, bethinking himself with a turn, “as to let him examine the Moretto.” He faced again to the personage he mentioned, who, simply standing off and watching, in concentrated interest as well as detachment, this interview of his cool dau... | The Outcry |
“for milder joys. Of course what I have to consider is the chance--putting it at the _merest_ chance--of Bardi’s own wet blanket! But that’s again so very small--though,” | Crimble | does spoil one,” Hugh laughed,<|quote|>“for milder joys. Of course what I have to consider is the chance--putting it at the _merest_ chance--of Bardi’s own wet blanket! But that’s again so very small--though,”</|quote|>he pulled up with a | to _feel_ so hit!” “It does spoil one,” Hugh laughed,<|quote|>“for milder joys. Of course what I have to consider is the chance--putting it at the _merest_ chance--of Bardi’s own wet blanket! But that’s again so very small--though,”</|quote|>he pulled up with a drop to the comparative dismal, | assurance superficially at least recovered, “when we’re really ‘hit’ over a case we’ll do almost anything in life.” Lady Grace, recklessly throbbing in the breath of it all, immediately appropriated what her father let alone. “It must be so lovely to _feel_ so hit!” “It does spoil one,” Hugh laughed,<|quote|>“for milde... | added, gaining more ease for an eye at Lord Theign: “though we do have our little rubs and disputes, like Pappendick and me now. The thing, you see, is the ripping _interest_ of it all; since,” he developed and explained, for his elder friend’s benefit, with pertinacious cheer and an assurance superficially at least re... | heroically kept it up. “You don’t see every one,” Hugh bravely laughed, “and that makes it all the more charming that you did, and that you still do, see me. I shall really get Bardi,” he pursued, “to go again to Verona----” “The last thing before coming here?” --she had guessed before he could say it; and still she su... | to Verona for us I’ve asked Bardi to do us the great favour to come here--if Lord Theign will be so good,” he said, bethinking himself with a turn, “as to let him examine the Moretto.” He faced again to the personage he mentioned, who, simply standing off and watching, in concentrated interest as well as detachment, th... | two hearers together now in his overflow of chagrin, conscious, with his break of the ice, more exclusively of that-- “my vivid vital point, the absolute screaming identity of the two persons represented. I still hold,” he persuasively went on, “that our man is their man, but Pappendick decides that he isn’t--and as Pa... | to Verona for us I’ve asked Bardi to do us the great favour to come here--if Lord Theign will be so good,” he said, bethinking himself with a turn, “as to let him examine the Moretto.” He faced again to the personage he mentioned, who, simply standing off and watching, in concentrated interest as well as detachment, th... | The Outcry |
he pulled up with a drop to the comparative dismal, which he offered as an almost familiar tribute to Lord Theign, | No speaker | that’s again so very small--though,”<|quote|>he pulled up with a drop to the comparative dismal, which he offered as an almost familiar tribute to Lord Theign,</|quote|>“you’ll retort upon me naturally | Bardi’s own wet blanket! But that’s again so very small--though,”<|quote|>he pulled up with a drop to the comparative dismal, which he offered as an almost familiar tribute to Lord Theign,</|quote|>“you’ll retort upon me naturally that I promised you the | immediately appropriated what her father let alone. “It must be so lovely to _feel_ so hit!” “It does spoil one,” Hugh laughed, “for milder joys. Of course what I have to consider is the chance--putting it at the _merest_ chance--of Bardi’s own wet blanket! But that’s again so very small--though,”<|quote|>he pulled up ... | is the ripping _interest_ of it all; since,” he developed and explained, for his elder friend’s benefit, with pertinacious cheer and an assurance superficially at least recovered, “when we’re really ‘hit’ over a case we’ll do almost anything in life.” Lady Grace, recklessly throbbing in the breath of it all, immediatel... | see me. I shall really get Bardi,” he pursued, “to go again to Verona----” “The last thing before coming here?” --she had guessed before he could say it; and still she sustained it, so that he could shine at her for assent. “How happy they should like so to work for you!” “Ah, we’re a band of brothers,” he returned-- “... | turn, “as to let him examine the Moretto.” He faced again to the personage he mentioned, who, simply standing off and watching, in concentrated interest as well as detachment, this interview of his cool daughter and her still cooler guest, had plainly “elected,” as it were, to give them rope to hang themselves. Staring... | of the two persons represented. I still hold,” he persuasively went on, “that our man is their man, but Pappendick decides that he isn’t--and as Pappendick has so _much_ to be reckoned with of course I’m awfully abashed.” Lord Theign had remained what he had begun by being, immeasurably and inaccessibly detached--only ... | spoke to him as she might have spoken without her father’s presence. It would have shown for beautiful, on the spot, had there been any one to perceive it, that he devoutly recorded her intelligence. “You know of him?--how delightful of you! For the Italians, I now feel,” he quickly explained, “he must have _most_ the ... | The Outcry |
“you’ll retort upon me naturally that I promised you the possibility of Pappendick’s veto would be: all on the poor dear old basis, you’ll claim, of the wish father to the thought. Well, I do wish to be right as much as I believe I am. Only give me time!” | Crimble | familiar tribute to Lord Theign,<|quote|>“you’ll retort upon me naturally that I promised you the possibility of Pappendick’s veto would be: all on the poor dear old basis, you’ll claim, of the wish father to the thought. Well, I do wish to be right as much as I believe I am. Only give me time!”</|quote|>he sublimely i... | he offered as an almost familiar tribute to Lord Theign,<|quote|>“you’ll retort upon me naturally that I promised you the possibility of Pappendick’s veto would be: all on the poor dear old basis, you’ll claim, of the wish father to the thought. Well, I do wish to be right as much as I believe I am. Only give me time!”... | laughed, “for milder joys. Of course what I have to consider is the chance--putting it at the _merest_ chance--of Bardi’s own wet blanket! But that’s again so very small--though,” he pulled up with a drop to the comparative dismal, which he offered as an almost familiar tribute to Lord Theign,<|quote|>“you’ll retort up... | an assurance superficially at least recovered, “when we’re really ‘hit’ over a case we’ll do almost anything in life.” Lady Grace, recklessly throbbing in the breath of it all, immediately appropriated what her father let alone. “It must be so lovely to _feel_ so hit!” “It does spoil one,” Hugh laughed, “for milder joy... | had guessed before he could say it; and still she sustained it, so that he could shine at her for assent. “How happy they should like so to work for you!” “Ah, we’re a band of brothers,” he returned-- “‘we few, we happy few’--from country to country” ; to which he added, gaining more ease for an eye at Lord Theign: “th... | watching, in concentrated interest as well as detachment, this interview of his cool daughter and her still cooler guest, had plainly “elected,” as it were, to give them rope to hang themselves. Staring very hard at Hugh he met his appeal, but in a silence clearly calculated; against which, however, the young man, bear... | that he isn’t--and as Pappendick has so _much_ to be reckoned with of course I’m awfully abashed.” Lord Theign had remained what he had begun by being, immeasurably and inaccessibly detached--only with his curiosity more moved than he could help and as, on second thought, to see what sort of a still more offensive fool... | we don’t see _every one!_” --she heroically kept it up. “You don’t see every one,” Hugh bravely laughed, “and that makes it all the more charming that you did, and that you still do, see me. I shall really get Bardi,” he pursued, “to go again to Verona----” “The last thing before coming here?” --she had guessed before ... | The Outcry |
he sublimely insisted. | No speaker | am. Only give me time!”<|quote|>he sublimely insisted.</|quote|>“How can we prevent your | much as I believe I am. Only give me time!”<|quote|>he sublimely insisted.</|quote|>“How can we prevent your using it?” Lady Grace again | “you’ll retort upon me naturally that I promised you the possibility of Pappendick’s veto would be: all on the poor dear old basis, you’ll claim, of the wish father to the thought. Well, I do wish to be right as much as I believe I am. Only give me time!”<|quote|>he sublimely insisted.</|quote|>“How can we prevent your... | laughed, “for milder joys. Of course what I have to consider is the chance--putting it at the _merest_ chance--of Bardi’s own wet blanket! But that’s again so very small--though,” he pulled up with a drop to the comparative dismal, which he offered as an almost familiar tribute to Lord Theign, “you’ll retort upon me na... | he added, gaining more ease for an eye at Lord Theign: “though we do have our little rubs and disputes, like Pappendick and me now. The thing, you see, is the ripping _interest_ of it all; since,” he developed and explained, for his elder friend’s benefit, with pertinacious cheer and an assurance superficially at least... | the young man, bearing up, made such head as he could. He offered his next word, that is, equally to the two companions. “It’s not at all impossible--for such curious effects have been!--that the Dedborough picture seen _after_ the Verona will point a different moral from the Verona seen after the Dedborough.” “And so ... | a still more offensive fool the heated youth would really make of himself. “Yes--you seem indeed remarkably abashed!” Hugh clearly was thrown again, by the cold “cut” of this, colder than any mere social ignoring, upon a sense of the damnably poor figure he did offer; so that, while he straightened himself and kept a m... | work for you!” “Ah, we’re a band of brothers,” he returned-- “‘we few, we happy few’--from country to country” ; to which he added, gaining more ease for an eye at Lord Theign: “though we do have our little rubs and disputes, like Pappendick and me now. The thing, you see, is the ripping _interest_ of it all; since,” h... | The Outcry |
“How can we prevent your using it?” | Grace | me time!” he sublimely insisted.<|quote|>“How can we prevent your using it?”</|quote|>Lady Grace again interrupted; “or | believe I am. Only give me time!” he sublimely insisted.<|quote|>“How can we prevent your using it?”</|quote|>Lady Grace again interrupted; “or the fact either that if | me naturally that I promised you the possibility of Pappendick’s veto would be: all on the poor dear old basis, you’ll claim, of the wish father to the thought. Well, I do wish to be right as much as I believe I am. Only give me time!” he sublimely insisted.<|quote|>“How can we prevent your using it?”</|quote|>Lady Gra... | joys. Of course what I have to consider is the chance--putting it at the _merest_ chance--of Bardi’s own wet blanket! But that’s again so very small--though,” he pulled up with a drop to the comparative dismal, which he offered as an almost familiar tribute to Lord Theign, “you’ll retort upon me naturally that I promis... | more ease for an eye at Lord Theign: “though we do have our little rubs and disputes, like Pappendick and me now. The thing, you see, is the ripping _interest_ of it all; since,” he developed and explained, for his elder friend’s benefit, with pertinacious cheer and an assurance superficially at least recovered, “when ... | bearing up, made such head as he could. He offered his next word, that is, equally to the two companions. “It’s not at all impossible--for such curious effects have been!--that the Dedborough picture seen _after_ the Verona will point a different moral from the Verona seen after the Dedborough.” “And so awfully _long_ ... | offensive fool the heated youth would really make of himself. “Yes--you seem indeed remarkably abashed!” Hugh clearly was thrown again, by the cold “cut” of this, colder than any mere social ignoring, upon a sense of the damnably poor figure he did offer; so that, while he straightened himself and kept a mastery of his... | go again to Verona----” “The last thing before coming here?” --she had guessed before he could say it; and still she sustained it, so that he could shine at her for assent. “How happy they should like so to work for you!” “Ah, we’re a band of brothers,” he returned-- “‘we few, we happy few’--from country to country” ; ... | The Outcry |
Lady Grace again interrupted; | No speaker | we prevent your using it?”<|quote|>Lady Grace again interrupted;</|quote|>“or the fact either that | he sublimely insisted. “How can we prevent your using it?”<|quote|>Lady Grace again interrupted;</|quote|>“or the fact either that if the worst comes to | possibility of Pappendick’s veto would be: all on the poor dear old basis, you’ll claim, of the wish father to the thought. Well, I do wish to be right as much as I believe I am. Only give me time!” he sublimely insisted. “How can we prevent your using it?”<|quote|>Lady Grace again interrupted;</|quote|>“or the fact ei... | consider is the chance--putting it at the _merest_ chance--of Bardi’s own wet blanket! But that’s again so very small--though,” he pulled up with a drop to the comparative dismal, which he offered as an almost familiar tribute to Lord Theign, “you’ll retort upon me naturally that I promised you the possibility of Pappe... | Theign: “though we do have our little rubs and disputes, like Pappendick and me now. The thing, you see, is the ripping _interest_ of it all; since,” he developed and explained, for his elder friend’s benefit, with pertinacious cheer and an assurance superficially at least recovered, “when we’re really ‘hit’ over a cas... | could. He offered his next word, that is, equally to the two companions. “It’s not at all impossible--for such curious effects have been!--that the Dedborough picture seen _after_ the Verona will point a different moral from the Verona seen after the Dedborough.” “And so awfully _long_ after--wasn’t it?” Lady Grace ask... | make of himself. “Yes--you seem indeed remarkably abashed!” Hugh clearly was thrown again, by the cold “cut” of this, colder than any mere social ignoring, upon a sense of the damnably poor figure he did offer; so that, while he straightened himself and kept a mastery of his manner and a control of his reply, we should... | Theign: “though we do have our little rubs and disputes, like Pappendick and me now. The thing, you see, is the ripping _interest_ of it all; since,” he developed and explained, for his elder friend’s benefit, with pertinacious cheer and an assurance superficially at least recovered, “when we’re really ‘hit’ over a cas... | The Outcry |
“or the fact either that if the worst comes to the worst--” | Grace | it?” Lady Grace again interrupted;<|quote|>“or the fact either that if the worst comes to the worst--”</|quote|>“The thing” --he at once | can we prevent your using it?” Lady Grace again interrupted;<|quote|>“or the fact either that if the worst comes to the worst--”</|quote|>“The thing” --he at once pursued-- “will always be at | would be: all on the poor dear old basis, you’ll claim, of the wish father to the thought. Well, I do wish to be right as much as I believe I am. Only give me time!” he sublimely insisted. “How can we prevent your using it?” Lady Grace again interrupted;<|quote|>“or the fact either that if the worst comes to the worst-... | it at the _merest_ chance--of Bardi’s own wet blanket! But that’s again so very small--though,” he pulled up with a drop to the comparative dismal, which he offered as an almost familiar tribute to Lord Theign, “you’ll retort upon me naturally that I promised you the possibility of Pappendick’s veto would be: all on th... | have our little rubs and disputes, like Pappendick and me now. The thing, you see, is the ripping _interest_ of it all; since,” he developed and explained, for his elder friend’s benefit, with pertinacious cheer and an assurance superficially at least recovered, “when we’re really ‘hit’ over a case we’ll do almost anyt... | next word, that is, equally to the two companions. “It’s not at all impossible--for such curious effects have been!--that the Dedborough picture seen _after_ the Verona will point a different moral from the Verona seen after the Dedborough.” “And so awfully _long_ after--wasn’t it?” Lady Grace asked. “Awfully long afte... | seem indeed remarkably abashed!” Hugh clearly was thrown again, by the cold “cut” of this, colder than any mere social ignoring, upon a sense of the damnably poor figure he did offer; so that, while he straightened himself and kept a mastery of his manner and a control of his reply, we should yet have felt his cheek ti... | Pap-pendick went to Verona for us I’ve asked Bardi to do us the great favour to come here--if Lord Theign will be so good,” he said, bethinking himself with a turn, “as to let him examine the Moretto.” He faced again to the personage he mentioned, who, simply standing off and watching, in concentrated interest as well ... | The Outcry |
“The thing” | Crimble | worst comes to the worst--”<|quote|>“The thing”</|quote|>--he at once pursued-- “will | fact either that if the worst comes to the worst--”<|quote|>“The thing”</|quote|>--he at once pursued-- “will always be at the least | the wish father to the thought. Well, I do wish to be right as much as I believe I am. Only give me time!” he sublimely insisted. “How can we prevent your using it?” Lady Grace again interrupted; “or the fact either that if the worst comes to the worst--”<|quote|>“The thing”</|quote|>--he at once pursued-- “will always... | so very small--though,” he pulled up with a drop to the comparative dismal, which he offered as an almost familiar tribute to Lord Theign, “you’ll retort upon me naturally that I promised you the possibility of Pappendick’s veto would be: all on the poor dear old basis, you’ll claim, of the wish father to the thought. ... | thing, you see, is the ripping _interest_ of it all; since,” he developed and explained, for his elder friend’s benefit, with pertinacious cheer and an assurance superficially at least recovered, “when we’re really ‘hit’ over a case we’ll do almost anything in life.” Lady Grace, recklessly throbbing in the breath of it... | all impossible--for such curious effects have been!--that the Dedborough picture seen _after_ the Verona will point a different moral from the Verona seen after the Dedborough.” “And so awfully _long_ after--wasn’t it?” Lady Grace asked. “Awfully long after--it was years ago that Pappen-dick, being in this country for ... | “cut” of this, colder than any mere social ignoring, upon a sense of the damnably poor figure he did offer; so that, while he straightened himself and kept a mastery of his manner and a control of his reply, we should yet have felt his cheek tingle. “I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But ... | Besides of course his so knowing the Verona picture.” She had fairly hung on his lips. “But does he know ours?” “No--not ours yet. That is” --he consciously and quickly took himself up-- “not yours! But as Pap-pendick went to Verona for us I’ve asked Bardi to do us the great favour to come here--if Lord Theign will be ... | The Outcry |
--he at once pursued-- | No speaker | to the worst--” “The thing”<|quote|>--he at once pursued--</|quote|>“will always be at the | that if the worst comes to the worst--” “The thing”<|quote|>--he at once pursued--</|quote|>“will always be at the least the greatest of Morettos? | father to the thought. Well, I do wish to be right as much as I believe I am. Only give me time!” he sublimely insisted. “How can we prevent your using it?” Lady Grace again interrupted; “or the fact either that if the worst comes to the worst--” “The thing”<|quote|>--he at once pursued--</|quote|>“will always be at th... | small--though,” he pulled up with a drop to the comparative dismal, which he offered as an almost familiar tribute to Lord Theign, “you’ll retort upon me naturally that I promised you the possibility of Pappendick’s veto would be: all on the poor dear old basis, you’ll claim, of the wish father to the thought. Well, I ... | see, is the ripping _interest_ of it all; since,” he developed and explained, for his elder friend’s benefit, with pertinacious cheer and an assurance superficially at least recovered, “when we’re really ‘hit’ over a case we’ll do almost anything in life.” Lady Grace, recklessly throbbing in the breath of it all, immed... | such curious effects have been!--that the Dedborough picture seen _after_ the Verona will point a different moral from the Verona seen after the Dedborough.” “And so awfully _long_ after--wasn’t it?” Lady Grace asked. “Awfully long after--it was years ago that Pappen-dick, being in this country for such purposes, was k... | this, colder than any mere social ignoring, upon a sense of the damnably poor figure he did offer; so that, while he straightened himself and kept a mastery of his manner and a control of his reply, we should yet have felt his cheek tingle. “I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’t i... | cooler guest, had plainly “elected,” as it were, to give them rope to hang themselves. Staring very hard at Hugh he met his appeal, but in a silence clearly calculated; against which, however, the young man, bearing up, made such head as he could. He offered his next word, that is, equally to the two companions. “It’s ... | The Outcry |
“will always be at the least the greatest of Morettos? Ah,” | Crimble | thing” --he at once pursued--<|quote|>“will always be at the least the greatest of Morettos? Ah,”</|quote|>he cried so cheerily that | comes to the worst--” “The thing” --he at once pursued--<|quote|>“will always be at the least the greatest of Morettos? Ah,”</|quote|>he cried so cheerily that there was still a freedom | Well, I do wish to be right as much as I believe I am. Only give me time!” he sublimely insisted. “How can we prevent your using it?” Lady Grace again interrupted; “or the fact either that if the worst comes to the worst--” “The thing” --he at once pursued--<|quote|>“will always be at the least the greatest of Morettos... | with a drop to the comparative dismal, which he offered as an almost familiar tribute to Lord Theign, “you’ll retort upon me naturally that I promised you the possibility of Pappendick’s veto would be: all on the poor dear old basis, you’ll claim, of the wish father to the thought. Well, I do wish to be right as much a... | _interest_ of it all; since,” he developed and explained, for his elder friend’s benefit, with pertinacious cheer and an assurance superficially at least recovered, “when we’re really ‘hit’ over a case we’ll do almost anything in life.” Lady Grace, recklessly throbbing in the breath of it all, immediately appropriated ... | been!--that the Dedborough picture seen _after_ the Verona will point a different moral from the Verona seen after the Dedborough.” “And so awfully _long_ after--wasn’t it?” Lady Grace asked. “Awfully long after--it was years ago that Pappen-dick, being in this country for such purposes, was kindly admitted to your hou... | mere social ignoring, upon a sense of the damnably poor figure he did offer; so that, while he straightened himself and kept a mastery of his manner and a control of his reply, we should yet have felt his cheek tingle. “I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’t in the least knock unde... | rubs and disputes, like Pappendick and me now. The thing, you see, is the ripping _interest_ of it all; since,” he developed and explained, for his elder friend’s benefit, with pertinacious cheer and an assurance superficially at least recovered, “when we’re really ‘hit’ over a case we’ll do almost anything in life.” L... | The Outcry |
he cried so cheerily that there was still a freedom in it toward any it might concern, | No speaker | the greatest of Morettos? Ah,”<|quote|>he cried so cheerily that there was still a freedom in it toward any it might concern,</|quote|>“the worst sha’n’t come to | always be at the least the greatest of Morettos? Ah,”<|quote|>he cried so cheerily that there was still a freedom in it toward any it might concern,</|quote|>“the worst sha’n’t come to the worst, but the best | believe I am. Only give me time!” he sublimely insisted. “How can we prevent your using it?” Lady Grace again interrupted; “or the fact either that if the worst comes to the worst--” “The thing” --he at once pursued-- “will always be at the least the greatest of Morettos? Ah,”<|quote|>he cried so cheerily that there wa... | an almost familiar tribute to Lord Theign, “you’ll retort upon me naturally that I promised you the possibility of Pappendick’s veto would be: all on the poor dear old basis, you’ll claim, of the wish father to the thought. Well, I do wish to be right as much as I believe I am. Only give me time!” he sublimely insisted... | elder friend’s benefit, with pertinacious cheer and an assurance superficially at least recovered, “when we’re really ‘hit’ over a case we’ll do almost anything in life.” Lady Grace, recklessly throbbing in the breath of it all, immediately appropriated what her father let alone. “It must be so lovely to _feel_ so hit!... | different moral from the Verona seen after the Dedborough.” “And so awfully _long_ after--wasn’t it?” Lady Grace asked. “Awfully long after--it was years ago that Pappen-dick, being in this country for such purposes, was kindly admitted to your house when none of you were there, or at least visible.” “Oh of course we d... | he did offer; so that, while he straightened himself and kept a mastery of his manner and a control of his reply, we should yet have felt his cheek tingle. “I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’t in the least knock under.” “Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose... | of it all; since,” he developed and explained, for his elder friend’s benefit, with pertinacious cheer and an assurance superficially at least recovered, “when we’re really ‘hit’ over a case we’ll do almost anything in life.” Lady Grace, recklessly throbbing in the breath of it all, immediately appropriated what her fa... | The Outcry |
“the worst sha’n’t come to the worst, but the best to the best: my conviction of which it is that supports me in the deep regret I have to express” | Crimble | toward any it might concern,<|quote|>“the worst sha’n’t come to the worst, but the best to the best: my conviction of which it is that supports me in the deep regret I have to express”</|quote|>--and he faced Lord Theign | still a freedom in it toward any it might concern,<|quote|>“the worst sha’n’t come to the worst, but the best to the best: my conviction of which it is that supports me in the deep regret I have to express”</|quote|>--and he faced Lord Theign again-- “for any inconvenience I | Lady Grace again interrupted; “or the fact either that if the worst comes to the worst--” “The thing” --he at once pursued-- “will always be at the least the greatest of Morettos? Ah,” he cried so cheerily that there was still a freedom in it toward any it might concern,<|quote|>“the worst sha’n’t come to the worst, bu... | possibility of Pappendick’s veto would be: all on the poor dear old basis, you’ll claim, of the wish father to the thought. Well, I do wish to be right as much as I believe I am. Only give me time!” he sublimely insisted. “How can we prevent your using it?” Lady Grace again interrupted; “or the fact either that if the ... | over a case we’ll do almost anything in life.” Lady Grace, recklessly throbbing in the breath of it all, immediately appropriated what her father let alone. “It must be so lovely to _feel_ so hit!” “It does spoil one,” Hugh laughed, “for milder joys. Of course what I have to consider is the chance--putting it at the _m... | asked. “Awfully long after--it was years ago that Pappen-dick, being in this country for such purposes, was kindly admitted to your house when none of you were there, or at least visible.” “Oh of course we don’t see _every one!_” --she heroically kept it up. “You don’t see every one,” Hugh bravely laughed, “and that ma... | a control of his reply, we should yet have felt his cheek tingle. “I backed my own judgment strongly, I know--and I’ve got my snub. But I don’t in the least knock under.” “Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,” the young... | years ago that Pappen-dick, being in this country for such purposes, was kindly admitted to your house when none of you were there, or at least visible.” “Oh of course we don’t see _every one!_” --she heroically kept it up. “You don’t see every one,” Hugh bravely laughed, “and that makes it all the more charming that y... | The Outcry |
--and he faced Lord Theign again-- | No speaker | regret I have to express”<|quote|>--and he faced Lord Theign again--</|quote|>“for any inconvenience I may | supports me in the deep regret I have to express”<|quote|>--and he faced Lord Theign again--</|quote|>“for any inconvenience I may have caused you by my | of Morettos? Ah,” he cried so cheerily that there was still a freedom in it toward any it might concern, “the worst sha’n’t come to the worst, but the best to the best: my conviction of which it is that supports me in the deep regret I have to express”<|quote|>--and he faced Lord Theign again--</|quote|>“for any inconv... | much as I believe I am. Only give me time!” he sublimely insisted. “How can we prevent your using it?” Lady Grace again interrupted; “or the fact either that if the worst comes to the worst--” “The thing” --he at once pursued-- “will always be at the least the greatest of Morettos? Ah,” he cried so cheerily that there ... | lovely to _feel_ so hit!” “It does spoil one,” Hugh laughed, “for milder joys. Of course what I have to consider is the chance--putting it at the _merest_ chance--of Bardi’s own wet blanket! But that’s again so very small--though,” he pulled up with a drop to the comparative dismal, which he offered as an almost famili... | least visible.” “Oh of course we don’t see _every one!_” --she heroically kept it up. “You don’t see every one,” Hugh bravely laughed, “and that makes it all the more charming that you did, and that you still do, see me. I shall really get Bardi,” he pursued, “to go again to Verona----” “The last thing before coming he... | least knock under.” “Only the first authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,” the young man returned-- “though he is, I admit, one of the three or four first. And I mean to appeal--I’ve another shot in my locker,” he went on with his rath... | in this country for such purposes, was kindly admitted to your house when none of you were there, or at least visible.” “Oh of course we don’t see _every one!_” --she heroically kept it up. “You don’t see every one,” Hugh bravely laughed, “and that makes it all the more charming that you did, and that you still do, see... | The Outcry |
“for any inconvenience I may have caused you by my abortive undertaking. That, I vow here before Lady Grace, I will yet more than make up!” | Crimble | he faced Lord Theign again--<|quote|>“for any inconvenience I may have caused you by my abortive undertaking. That, I vow here before Lady Grace, I will yet more than make up!”</|quote|>Lord Theign, after the longest | I have to express” --and he faced Lord Theign again--<|quote|>“for any inconvenience I may have caused you by my abortive undertaking. That, I vow here before Lady Grace, I will yet more than make up!”</|quote|>Lord Theign, after the longest but the blankest contemplation of | cheerily that there was still a freedom in it toward any it might concern, “the worst sha’n’t come to the worst, but the best to the best: my conviction of which it is that supports me in the deep regret I have to express” --and he faced Lord Theign again--<|quote|>“for any inconvenience I may have caused you by my abo... | Only give me time!” he sublimely insisted. “How can we prevent your using it?” Lady Grace again interrupted; “or the fact either that if the worst comes to the worst--” “The thing” --he at once pursued-- “will always be at the least the greatest of Morettos? Ah,” he cried so cheerily that there was still a freedom in i... | does spoil one,” Hugh laughed, “for milder joys. Of course what I have to consider is the chance--putting it at the _merest_ chance--of Bardi’s own wet blanket! But that’s again so very small--though,” he pulled up with a drop to the comparative dismal, which he offered as an almost familiar tribute to Lord Theign, “yo... | don’t see _every one!_” --she heroically kept it up. “You don’t see every one,” Hugh bravely laughed, “and that makes it all the more charming that you did, and that you still do, see me. I shall really get Bardi,” he pursued, “to go again to Verona----” “The last thing before coming here?” --she had guessed before he ... | authority in Europe doesn’t care, I suppose, whether you do or not!” “He isn’t _the_ first authority in Europe, thank God,” the young man returned-- “though he is, I admit, one of the three or four first. And I mean to appeal--I’ve another shot in my locker,” he went on with his rather painfully forced smile to Lady Gr... | kindly admitted to your house when none of you were there, or at least visible.” “Oh of course we don’t see _every one!_” --she heroically kept it up. “You don’t see every one,” Hugh bravely laughed, “and that makes it all the more charming that you did, and that you still do, see me. I shall really get Bardi,” he purs... | The Outcry |
Lord Theign, after the longest but the blankest contemplation of him, broke hereupon, for the first time, that attitude of completely sustained and separate silence which he had yet made compatible with his air of having deeply noted every element of the scene--so that it was of this full view his participation had eff... | No speaker | yet more than make up!”<|quote|>Lord Theign, after the longest but the blankest contemplation of him, broke hereupon, for the first time, that attitude of completely sustained and separate silence which he had yet made compatible with his air of having deeply noted every element of the scene--so that it was of this ful... | before Lady Grace, I will yet more than make up!”<|quote|>Lord Theign, after the longest but the blankest contemplation of him, broke hereupon, for the first time, that attitude of completely sustained and separate silence which he had yet made compatible with his air of having deeply noted every element of the scene--... | best: my conviction of which it is that supports me in the deep regret I have to express” --and he faced Lord Theign again-- “for any inconvenience I may have caused you by my abortive undertaking. That, I vow here before Lady Grace, I will yet more than make up!”<|quote|>Lord Theign, after the longest but the blankest... | comes to the worst--” “The thing” --he at once pursued-- “will always be at the least the greatest of Morettos? Ah,” he cried so cheerily that there was still a freedom in it toward any it might concern, “the worst sha’n’t come to the worst, but the best to the best: my conviction of which it is that supports me in the... | blanket! But that’s again so very small--though,” he pulled up with a drop to the comparative dismal, which he offered as an almost familiar tribute to Lord Theign, “you’ll retort upon me naturally that I promised you the possibility of Pappendick’s veto would be: all on the poor dear old basis, you’ll claim, of the wi... | you did, and that you still do, see me. I shall really get Bardi,” he pursued, “to go again to Verona----” “The last thing before coming here?” --she had guessed before he could say it; and still she sustained it, so that he could shine at her for assent. “How happy they should like so to work for you!” “Ah, we’re a ba... | he is, I admit, one of the three or four first. And I mean to appeal--I’ve another shot in my locker,” he went on with his rather painfully forced smile to Lady Grace. “I had already written, you see, to dear old Bardi.” “Bardi of Milan?” --she recognised, it was admirably manifest, the appeal of his directness to her ... | “to go again to Verona----” “The last thing before coming here?” --she had guessed before he could say it; and still she sustained it, so that he could shine at her for assent. “How happy they should like so to work for you!” “Ah, we’re a band of brothers,” he returned-- “‘we few, we happy few’--from country to country... | The Outcry |
“I haven’t the least idea, sir, what you’re talking about!” | Theign | his participation had effectively consisted,<|quote|>“I haven’t the least idea, sir, what you’re talking about!”</|quote|>And he squarely turned his | was of this full view his participation had effectively consisted,<|quote|>“I haven’t the least idea, sir, what you’re talking about!”</|quote|>And he squarely turned his back, strolling toward the other | but the blankest contemplation of him, broke hereupon, for the first time, that attitude of completely sustained and separate silence which he had yet made compatible with his air of having deeply noted every element of the scene--so that it was of this full view his participation had effectively consisted,<|quote|>“I ... | it is that supports me in the deep regret I have to express” --and he faced Lord Theign again-- “for any inconvenience I may have caused you by my abortive undertaking. That, I vow here before Lady Grace, I will yet more than make up!” Lord Theign, after the longest but the blankest contemplation of him, broke hereupon... | wish father to the thought. Well, I do wish to be right as much as I believe I am. Only give me time!” he sublimely insisted. “How can we prevent your using it?” Lady Grace again interrupted; “or the fact either that if the worst comes to the worst--” “The thing” --he at once pursued-- “will always be at the least the ... | to work for you!” “Ah, we’re a band of brothers,” he returned-- “‘we few, we happy few’--from country to country” ; to which he added, gaining more ease for an eye at Lord Theign: “though we do have our little rubs and disputes, like Pappendick and me now. The thing, you see, is the ripping _interest_ of it all; since,... | his directness to her generosity, awkward as their predicament was also for her herself, and spoke to him as she might have spoken without her father’s presence. It would have shown for beautiful, on the spot, had there been any one to perceive it, that he devoutly recorded her intelligence. “You know of him?--how deli... | here?” --she had guessed before he could say it; and still she sustained it, so that he could shine at her for assent. “How happy they should like so to work for you!” “Ah, we’re a band of brothers,” he returned-- “‘we few, we happy few’--from country to country” ; to which he added, gaining more ease for an eye at Lor... | The Outcry |
And he squarely turned his back, strolling toward the other room, the threshold of which he the next moment had passed, remaining scantily within, however, and in sight of the others, not to say of ourselves; even though averted and ostensibly lost in some scrutiny that might have had for its object the great enshrined... | No speaker | sir, what you’re talking about!”<|quote|>And he squarely turned his back, strolling toward the other room, the threshold of which he the next moment had passed, remaining scantily within, however, and in sight of the others, not to say of ourselves; even though averted and ostensibly lost in some scrutiny that might ha... | “I haven’t the least idea, sir, what you’re talking about!”<|quote|>And he squarely turned his back, strolling toward the other room, the threshold of which he the next moment had passed, remaining scantily within, however, and in sight of the others, not to say of ourselves; even though averted and ostensibly lost in ... | first time, that attitude of completely sustained and separate silence which he had yet made compatible with his air of having deeply noted every element of the scene--so that it was of this full view his participation had effectively consisted, “I haven’t the least idea, sir, what you’re talking about!”<|quote|>And he... | have to express” --and he faced Lord Theign again-- “for any inconvenience I may have caused you by my abortive undertaking. That, I vow here before Lady Grace, I will yet more than make up!” Lord Theign, after the longest but the blankest contemplation of him, broke hereupon, for the first time, that attitude of compl... | be right as much as I believe I am. Only give me time!” he sublimely insisted. “How can we prevent your using it?” Lady Grace again interrupted; “or the fact either that if the worst comes to the worst--” “The thing” --he at once pursued-- “will always be at the least the greatest of Morettos? Ah,” he cried so cheerily... | he returned-- “‘we few, we happy few’--from country to country” ; to which he added, gaining more ease for an eye at Lord Theign: “though we do have our little rubs and disputes, like Pappendick and me now. The thing, you see, is the ripping _interest_ of it all; since,” he developed and explained, for his elder friend... | also for her herself, and spoke to him as she might have spoken without her father’s presence. It would have shown for beautiful, on the spot, had there been any one to perceive it, that he devoutly recorded her intelligence. “You know of him?--how delightful of you! For the Italians, I now feel,” he quickly explained,... | up. “You don’t see every one,” Hugh bravely laughed, “and that makes it all the more charming that you did, and that you still do, see me. I shall really get Bardi,” he pursued, “to go again to Verona----” “The last thing before coming here?” --she had guessed before he could say it; and still she sustained it, so that... | The Outcry |
“Is that young man your lover?” | Theign | that the intruder had withdrawn.<|quote|>“Is that young man your lover?”</|quote|>he said as he drew | if inferring by the silence that the intruder had withdrawn.<|quote|>“Is that young man your lover?”</|quote|>he said as he drew again near. Lady Grace waited | then prolonged a minute by the further wait of the two others, Lord Theign where he had been standing and his daughter on the spot from which she had not moved. It presently ended in his lordship’s turn about as if inferring by the silence that the intruder had withdrawn.<|quote|>“Is that young man your lover?”</|quote... | that personage before going some final remonstrance. It was the girl’s raised hand and gesture of warning that waved away for him such a mistake; he decided, under her pressure, and after a last searching and answering look at her reached the door and let himself out. The stillness was then prolonged a minute by the fu... | once act. Lady Grace’s young arms conveyed to him by a despairing contrite motion of surrender that she had done for him all she could do in his presence and that, however sharply doubtful the result, he was to leave the rest to herself. They communicated thus, the strenuous pair, for their full moment, without speakin... | caused you by my abortive undertaking. That, I vow here before Lady Grace, I will yet more than make up!” Lord Theign, after the longest but the blankest contemplation of him, broke hereupon, for the first time, that attitude of completely sustained and separate silence which he had yet made compatible with his air of ... | kept it up. “You don’t see every one,” Hugh bravely laughed, “and that makes it all the more charming that you did, and that you still do, see me. I shall really get Bardi,” he pursued, “to go again to Verona----” “The last thing before coming here?” --she had guessed before he could say it; and still she sustained it,... | eloquent now over Hugh’s unmistakable dismissal at short order, on which obviously he must at once act. Lady Grace’s young arms conveyed to him by a despairing contrite motion of surrender that she had done for him all she could do in his presence and that, however sharply doubtful the result, he was to leave the rest ... | The Outcry |
he said as he drew again near. Lady Grace waited a little, but spoke as quietly as if she had been prepared. | No speaker | that young man your lover?”<|quote|>he said as he drew again near. Lady Grace waited a little, but spoke as quietly as if she had been prepared.</|quote|>“Has the question a bearing | the intruder had withdrawn. “Is that young man your lover?”<|quote|>he said as he drew again near. Lady Grace waited a little, but spoke as quietly as if she had been prepared.</|quote|>“Has the question a bearing on the promise you a | further wait of the two others, Lord Theign where he had been standing and his daughter on the spot from which she had not moved. It presently ended in his lordship’s turn about as if inferring by the silence that the intruder had withdrawn. “Is that young man your lover?”<|quote|>he said as he drew again near. Lady G... | remonstrance. It was the girl’s raised hand and gesture of warning that waved away for him such a mistake; he decided, under her pressure, and after a last searching and answering look at her reached the door and let himself out. The stillness was then prolonged a minute by the further wait of the two others, Lord Thei... | conveyed to him by a despairing contrite motion of surrender that she had done for him all she could do in his presence and that, however sharply doubtful the result, he was to leave the rest to herself. They communicated thus, the strenuous pair, for their full moment, without speaking; only with the prolonged, the ch... | That, I vow here before Lady Grace, I will yet more than make up!” Lord Theign, after the longest but the blankest contemplation of him, broke hereupon, for the first time, that attitude of completely sustained and separate silence which he had yet made compatible with his air of having deeply noted every element of th... | every one,” Hugh bravely laughed, “and that makes it all the more charming that you did, and that you still do, see me. I shall really get Bardi,” he pursued, “to go again to Verona----” “The last thing before coming here?” --she had guessed before he could say it; and still she sustained it, so that he could shine at ... | Well, I do wish to be right as much as I believe I am. Only give me time!” he sublimely insisted. “How can we prevent your using it?” Lady Grace again interrupted; “or the fact either that if the worst comes to the worst--” “The thing” --he at once pursued-- “will always be at the least the greatest of Morettos? Ah,” h... | The Outcry |
“Has the question a bearing on the promise you a short time ago demanded of me?” | Grace | if she had been prepared.<|quote|>“Has the question a bearing on the promise you a short time ago demanded of me?”</|quote|>“It has a bearing on | but spoke as quietly as if she had been prepared.<|quote|>“Has the question a bearing on the promise you a short time ago demanded of me?”</|quote|>“It has a bearing on the so extraordinary appearance of | had not moved. It presently ended in his lordship’s turn about as if inferring by the silence that the intruder had withdrawn. “Is that young man your lover?” he said as he drew again near. Lady Grace waited a little, but spoke as quietly as if she had been prepared.<|quote|>“Has the question a bearing on the promise ... | her pressure, and after a last searching and answering look at her reached the door and let himself out. The stillness was then prolonged a minute by the further wait of the two others, Lord Theign where he had been standing and his daughter on the spot from which she had not moved. It presently ended in his lordship’s... | presence and that, however sharply doubtful the result, he was to leave the rest to herself. They communicated thus, the strenuous pair, for their full moment, without speaking; only with the prolonged, the charged give and take of their gaze and, it might well have been imagined, of their passion. Hugh had for an inst... | contemplation of him, broke hereupon, for the first time, that attitude of completely sustained and separate silence which he had yet made compatible with his air of having deeply noted every element of the scene--so that it was of this full view his participation had effectively consisted, “I haven’t the least idea, s... | me. I shall really get Bardi,” he pursued, “to go again to Verona----” “The last thing before coming here?” --she had guessed before he could say it; and still she sustained it, so that he could shine at her for assent. “How happy they should like so to work for you!” “Ah, we’re a band of brothers,” he returned-- “‘we ... | ample room, followed him with their eyes and then used for their own interchange these organs of remark, eloquent now over Hugh’s unmistakable dismissal at short order, on which obviously he must at once act. Lady Grace’s young arms conveyed to him by a despairing contrite motion of surrender that she had done for him ... | The Outcry |
“It has a bearing on the so extraordinary appearance of your intimacy with him!” | Theign | time ago demanded of me?”<|quote|>“It has a bearing on the so extraordinary appearance of your intimacy with him!”</|quote|>“You mean that if he | the promise you a short time ago demanded of me?”<|quote|>“It has a bearing on the so extraordinary appearance of your intimacy with him!”</|quote|>“You mean that if he _should_ be--what you ask me | silence that the intruder had withdrawn. “Is that young man your lover?” he said as he drew again near. Lady Grace waited a little, but spoke as quietly as if she had been prepared. “Has the question a bearing on the promise you a short time ago demanded of me?”<|quote|>“It has a bearing on the so extraordinary appear... | let himself out. The stillness was then prolonged a minute by the further wait of the two others, Lord Theign where he had been standing and his daughter on the spot from which she had not moved. It presently ended in his lordship’s turn about as if inferring by the silence that the intruder had withdrawn. “Is that you... | They communicated thus, the strenuous pair, for their full moment, without speaking; only with the prolonged, the charged give and take of their gaze and, it might well have been imagined, of their passion. Hugh had for an instant a show of hesitation--of the arrested impulse, while he kept her father within range, to ... | silence which he had yet made compatible with his air of having deeply noted every element of the scene--so that it was of this full view his participation had effectively consisted, “I haven’t the least idea, sir, what you’re talking about!” And he squarely turned his back, strolling toward the other room, the thresho... | before coming here?” --she had guessed before he could say it; and still she sustained it, so that he could shine at her for assent. “How happy they should like so to work for you!” “Ah, we’re a band of brothers,” he returned-- “‘we few, we happy few’--from country to country” ; to which he added, gaining more ease for... | he must at once act. Lady Grace’s young arms conveyed to him by a despairing contrite motion of surrender that she had done for him all she could do in his presence and that, however sharply doubtful the result, he was to leave the rest to herself. They communicated thus, the strenuous pair, for their full moment, with... | The Outcry |
“You mean that if he _should_ be--what you ask me about--your exaction would then be modified?” | Grace | of your intimacy with him!”<|quote|>“You mean that if he _should_ be--what you ask me about--your exaction would then be modified?”</|quote|>“My request that you break | on the so extraordinary appearance of your intimacy with him!”<|quote|>“You mean that if he _should_ be--what you ask me about--your exaction would then be modified?”</|quote|>“My request that you break it short off? That request | as he drew again near. Lady Grace waited a little, but spoke as quietly as if she had been prepared. “Has the question a bearing on the promise you a short time ago demanded of me?” “It has a bearing on the so extraordinary appearance of your intimacy with him!”<|quote|>“You mean that if he _should_ be--what you ask me... | of the two others, Lord Theign where he had been standing and his daughter on the spot from which she had not moved. It presently ended in his lordship’s turn about as if inferring by the silence that the intruder had withdrawn. “Is that young man your lover?” he said as he drew again near. Lady Grace waited a little,... | the prolonged, the charged give and take of their gaze and, it might well have been imagined, of their passion. Hugh had for an instant a show of hesitation--of the arrested impulse, while he kept her father within range, to launch at that personage before going some final remonstrance. It was the girl’s raised hand an... | every element of the scene--so that it was of this full view his participation had effectively consisted, “I haven’t the least idea, sir, what you’re talking about!” And he squarely turned his back, strolling toward the other room, the threshold of which he the next moment had passed, remaining scantily within, however... | sustained it, so that he could shine at her for assent. “How happy they should like so to work for you!” “Ah, we’re a band of brothers,” he returned-- “‘we few, we happy few’--from country to country” ; to which he added, gaining more ease for an eye at Lord Theign: “though we do have our little rubs and disputes, like... | prevent your using it?” Lady Grace again interrupted; “or the fact either that if the worst comes to the worst--” “The thing” --he at once pursued-- “will always be at the least the greatest of Morettos? Ah,” he cried so cheerily that there was still a freedom in it toward any it might concern, “the worst sha’n’t come ... | The Outcry |
“My request that you break it short off? That request would, on the contrary,” | Theign | exaction would then be modified?”<|quote|>“My request that you break it short off? That request would, on the contrary,”</|quote|>Lord Theign pronounced, “rest on | be--what you ask me about--your exaction would then be modified?”<|quote|>“My request that you break it short off? That request would, on the contrary,”</|quote|>Lord Theign pronounced, “rest on an immense new ground. Therefore | she had been prepared. “Has the question a bearing on the promise you a short time ago demanded of me?” “It has a bearing on the so extraordinary appearance of your intimacy with him!” “You mean that if he _should_ be--what you ask me about--your exaction would then be modified?”<|quote|>“My request that you break it s... | spot from which she had not moved. It presently ended in his lordship’s turn about as if inferring by the silence that the intruder had withdrawn. “Is that young man your lover?” he said as he drew again near. Lady Grace waited a little, but spoke as quietly as if she had been prepared. “Has the question a bearing on ... | imagined, of their passion. Hugh had for an instant a show of hesitation--of the arrested impulse, while he kept her father within range, to launch at that personage before going some final remonstrance. It was the girl’s raised hand and gesture of warning that waved away for him such a mistake; he decided, under her p... | consisted, “I haven’t the least idea, sir, what you’re talking about!” And he squarely turned his back, strolling toward the other room, the threshold of which he the next moment had passed, remaining scantily within, however, and in sight of the others, not to say of ourselves; even though averted and ostensibly lost ... | so to work for you!” “Ah, we’re a band of brothers,” he returned-- “‘we few, we happy few’--from country to country” ; to which he added, gaining more ease for an eye at Lord Theign: “though we do have our little rubs and disputes, like Pappendick and me now. The thing, you see, is the ripping _interest_ of it all; sin... | lost in some scrutiny that might have had for its object the great enshrined Lawrence. There ensued upon his words and movement a vivid mute passage, the richest of commentaries, between his companions; who, deeply divided by the width of the ample room, followed him with their eyes and then used for their own intercha... | The Outcry |
Lord Theign pronounced, | No speaker | request would, on the contrary,”<|quote|>Lord Theign pronounced,</|quote|>“rest on an immense new | break it short off? That request would, on the contrary,”<|quote|>Lord Theign pronounced,</|quote|>“rest on an immense new ground. Therefore I insist on | short time ago demanded of me?” “It has a bearing on the so extraordinary appearance of your intimacy with him!” “You mean that if he _should_ be--what you ask me about--your exaction would then be modified?” “My request that you break it short off? That request would, on the contrary,”<|quote|>Lord Theign pronounced,<... | about as if inferring by the silence that the intruder had withdrawn. “Is that young man your lover?” he said as he drew again near. Lady Grace waited a little, but spoke as quietly as if she had been prepared. “Has the question a bearing on the promise you a short time ago demanded of me?” “It has a bearing on the so... | arrested impulse, while he kept her father within range, to launch at that personage before going some final remonstrance. It was the girl’s raised hand and gesture of warning that waved away for him such a mistake; he decided, under her pressure, and after a last searching and answering look at her reached the door an... | turned his back, strolling toward the other room, the threshold of which he the next moment had passed, remaining scantily within, however, and in sight of the others, not to say of ourselves; even though averted and ostensibly lost in some scrutiny that might have had for its object the great enshrined Lawrence. There... | few, we happy few’--from country to country” ; to which he added, gaining more ease for an eye at Lord Theign: “though we do have our little rubs and disputes, like Pappendick and me now. The thing, you see, is the ripping _interest_ of it all; since,” he developed and explained, for his elder friend’s benefit, with pe... | with his air of having deeply noted every element of the scene--so that it was of this full view his participation had effectively consisted, “I haven’t the least idea, sir, what you’re talking about!” And he squarely turned his back, strolling toward the other room, the threshold of which he the next moment had passed... | The Outcry |
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