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“rest on an immense new ground. Therefore I insist on your telling me the truth.” | Theign | the contrary,” Lord Theign pronounced,<|quote|>“rest on an immense new ground. Therefore I insist on your telling me the truth.”</|quote|>“Won’t the truth be before | off? That request would, on the contrary,” Lord Theign pronounced,<|quote|>“rest on an immense new ground. Therefore I insist on your telling me the truth.”</|quote|>“Won’t the truth be before you, father, if you’ll _think_ | 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,” Lord Theign pronounced,<|quote|>“rest on an imm... | inferring by the silence that the intruder had withdrawn.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 extraordina... | 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 and let himself out. The s... | 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 ensued upon his ... | 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 pertinacious che... | 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 to herself. They communicated thus, the strenuous p... | The Outcry |
“Won’t the truth be before you, father, if you’ll _think_ a moment--without extravagance?” | Grace | your telling me the truth.”<|quote|>“Won’t the truth be before you, father, if you’ll _think_ a moment--without extravagance?”</|quote|>After which, while, as stiffly | ground. Therefore I insist on your telling me the truth.”<|quote|>“Won’t the truth be before you, father, if you’ll _think_ a moment--without extravagance?”</|quote|>After which, while, as stiffly as ever--and it probably seemed | 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,” Lord Theign pronounced, “rest on an immense new ground. Therefore I insist on your telling me the truth.”<|quote|>“Won’t the truth be ... | 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 extraordinary appearance of your intimacy with him!” “You mean that if he _should_ be--what you ask m... | 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... | 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 ensued upon his words and movement a vivid mute passage, the richest of commentaries, between his compa... | 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 we’re really ‘hit’ ov... | 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 in some scrutiny that migh... | The Outcry |
After which, while, as stiffly as ever--and it probably seemed to her impatience as stupidly--he didn’t rise to it, she went on: | No speaker | you’ll _think_ a moment--without extravagance?”<|quote|>After which, while, as stiffly as ever--and it probably seemed to her impatience as stupidly--he didn’t rise to it, she went on:</|quote|>“If I _offered_ you not | be before you, father, if you’ll _think_ a moment--without extravagance?”<|quote|>After which, while, as stiffly as ever--and it probably seemed to her impatience as stupidly--he didn’t rise to it, she went on:</|quote|>“If I _offered_ you not again to see him, does | exaction would then be modified?” “My request that you break it short off? That request would, on the contrary,” Lord Theign pronounced, “rest on an immense new ground. Therefore I insist on your telling me the truth.” “Won’t the truth be before you, father, if you’ll _think_ a moment--without extravagance?”<|quote|>Af... | 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!” “You mean that if he _should_ be--what you ask me about--your exaction would then be modified?” “My request that... | 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 Theign where he had been standing and his daughter on the spot from which she had ... | of ourselves; even though averted and ostensibly 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 wit... | 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.” Lady Grace, recklessly th... | 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, for ... | The Outcry |
“If I _offered_ you not again to see him, does that make for you the appearance--?” | Grace | to it, she went on:<|quote|>“If I _offered_ you not again to see him, does that make for you the appearance--?”</|quote|>“If you offered it, you | impatience as stupidly--he didn’t rise to it, she went on:<|quote|>“If I _offered_ you not again to see him, does that make for you the appearance--?”</|quote|>“If you offered it, you mean, on your condition--my promising | “rest on an immense new ground. Therefore I insist on your telling me the truth.” “Won’t the truth be before you, father, if you’ll _think_ a moment--without extravagance?” After which, while, as stiffly as ever--and it probably seemed to her impatience as stupidly--he didn’t rise to it, she went on:<|quote|>“If I _off... | 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,” Lord Theign pronounced, “rest on an immense new... | 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 turn about as if inferring by the silence that the intruder had withdrawn.... | 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 interchange these organs of remark, eloquent now over Hugh’s unmistakable dismissal at short or... | 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!... | 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 pressure, and after ... | The Outcry |
“If you offered it, you mean, on your condition--my promising not to sell? I promised,” | Theign | make for you the appearance--?”<|quote|>“If you offered it, you mean, on your condition--my promising not to sell? I promised,”</|quote|>said Lord Theign, “absolutely nothing | to see him, does that make for you the appearance--?”<|quote|>“If you offered it, you mean, on your condition--my promising not to sell? I promised,”</|quote|>said Lord Theign, “absolutely nothing at all!” She took him | the truth be before you, father, if you’ll _think_ a moment--without extravagance?” After which, while, as stiffly as ever--and it probably seemed to her impatience as stupidly--he didn’t rise to it, she went on: “If I _offered_ you not again to see him, does that make for you the appearance--?”<|quote|>“If you offered... | 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,” Lord Theign pronounced, “rest on an immense new ground. Therefore I insist on your telling me the truth.” “Won’t the truth be before you, f... | 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?” he said as he drew again near. Lady Grace waited a li... | his companions; who, deeply divided by the width of the 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... | ‘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 joys. Of course what I have to consider is the chance--putting it at ... | 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 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... | The Outcry |
said Lord Theign, | No speaker | not to sell? I promised,”<|quote|>said Lord Theign,</|quote|>“absolutely nothing at all!” She | mean, on your condition--my promising not to sell? I promised,”<|quote|>said Lord Theign,</|quote|>“absolutely nothing at all!” She took him up with all | as stiffly as ever--and it probably seemed to her impatience as stupidly--he didn’t rise to it, she went on: “If I _offered_ you not again to see him, does that make for you the appearance--?” “If you offered it, you mean, on your condition--my promising not to sell? I promised,”<|quote|>said Lord Theign,</|quote|>“abs... | be modified?” “My request that you break it short off? That request would, on the contrary,” Lord Theign pronounced, “rest on an immense new ground. Therefore I insist on your telling me the truth.” “Won’t the truth be before you, father, if you’ll _think_ a moment--without extravagance?” After which, while, as stiffly... | 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, but spoke as quietly as if she had been prepared. “Has the question a bear... | 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 all she could do in his presen... | 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 _merest_ chance--of Bardi’s own wet blanket! But that’s again so very small--though,”... | “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 in some scr... | The Outcry |
“absolutely nothing at all!” | Theign | I promised,” said Lord Theign,<|quote|>“absolutely nothing at all!”</|quote|>She took him up with | condition--my promising not to sell? I promised,” said Lord Theign,<|quote|>“absolutely nothing at all!”</|quote|>She took him up with all expression. “So I promised | ever--and it probably seemed to her impatience as stupidly--he didn’t rise to it, she went on: “If I _offered_ you not again to see him, does that make for you the appearance--?” “If you offered it, you mean, on your condition--my promising not to sell? I promised,” said Lord Theign,<|quote|>“absolutely nothing at all!... | request that you break it short off? That request would, on the contrary,” Lord Theign pronounced, “rest on an immense new ground. Therefore I insist on your telling me the truth.” “Won’t the truth be before you, father, if you’ll _think_ a moment--without extravagance?” After which, while, as stiffly as ever--and it p... | 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 the p... | 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 all she could do in his presence and that, ho... | 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 _merest_ chance--of Bardi’s own wet blanket! But that’s again so very small--though,” he pulled up ... | “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 in some scr... | The Outcry |
She took him up with all expression. | No speaker | Theign, “absolutely nothing at all!”<|quote|>She took him up with all expression.</|quote|>“So I promised as little! | sell? I promised,” said Lord Theign, “absolutely nothing at all!”<|quote|>She took him up with all expression.</|quote|>“So I promised as little! But that I should have | to her impatience as stupidly--he didn’t rise to it, she went on: “If I _offered_ you not again to see him, does that make for you the appearance--?” “If you offered it, you mean, on your condition--my promising not to sell? I promised,” said Lord Theign, “absolutely nothing at all!”<|quote|>She took him up with all ex... | it short off? That request would, on the contrary,” Lord Theign pronounced, “rest on an immense new ground. Therefore I insist on your telling me the truth.” “Won’t the truth be before you, father, if you’ll _think_ a moment--without extravagance?” After which, while, as stiffly as ever--and it probably seemed to her i... | 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 the promise you a short ... | 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 all she could do in his presence and that, however sharply doubtf... | 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,” he pulled up with a drop to the comparative di... | 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 pressure, a... | The Outcry |
“So I promised as little! But that I should have been able to say what I did sufficiently meets your curiosity.” | Grace | him up with all expression.<|quote|>“So I promised as little! But that I should have been able to say what I did sufficiently meets your curiosity.”</|quote|>She might, wronged as she | nothing at all!” She took him up with all expression.<|quote|>“So I promised as little! But that I should have been able to say what I did sufficiently meets your curiosity.”</|quote|>She might, wronged as she held herself, have felt him | to it, she went on: “If I _offered_ you not again to see him, does that make for you the appearance--?” “If you offered it, you mean, on your condition--my promising not to sell? I promised,” said Lord Theign, “absolutely nothing at all!” She took him up with all expression.<|quote|>“So I promised as little! But that I... | the contrary,” Lord Theign pronounced, “rest on an immense new ground. Therefore I insist on your telling me the truth.” “Won’t the truth be before you, father, if you’ll _think_ a moment--without extravagance?” After which, while, as stiffly as ever--and it probably seemed to her impatience as stupidly--he didn’t rise... | 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 the promise you a short time ago demanded of me?” “It has a b... | 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 to hersel... | 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,” he pulled up with a drop to the comparative dismal, which he offered as an almost ... | 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, and in sight of the others, not to say of ourselves; even thoug... | The Outcry |
She might, wronged as she held herself, have felt him stupid not to see _how_ wronged; but he was in any case acute for an evasion. | No speaker | did sufficiently meets your curiosity.”<|quote|>She might, wronged as she held herself, have felt him stupid not to see _how_ wronged; but he was in any case acute for an evasion.</|quote|>“You risked your offer for | able to say what I did sufficiently meets your curiosity.”<|quote|>She might, wronged as she held herself, have felt him stupid not to see _how_ wronged; but he was in any case acute for an evasion.</|quote|>“You risked your offer for the great equivalent over which | “If you offered it, you mean, on your condition--my promising not to sell? I promised,” said Lord Theign, “absolutely nothing at all!” She took him up with all expression. “So I promised as little! But that I should have been able to say what I did sufficiently meets your curiosity.”<|quote|>She might, wronged as she h... | the truth be before you, father, if you’ll _think_ a moment--without extravagance?” After which, while, as stiffly as ever--and it probably seemed to her impatience as stupidly--he didn’t rise to it, she went on: “If I _offered_ you not again to see him, does that make for you the appearance--?” “If you offered it, you... | 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 extraordinary appearance of your intimacy with him!” “You mean that if he _should_ be--what you ask me ab... | 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 charged giv... | 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 promised you the possibility of Pa... | 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 the scen... | The Outcry |
“You risked your offer for the great equivalent over which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.” | Theign | case acute for an evasion.<|quote|>“You risked your offer for the great equivalent over which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.”</|quote|>“Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I | but he was in any case acute for an evasion.<|quote|>“You risked your offer for the great equivalent over which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.”</|quote|>“Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I grant you and don’t blush | with all expression. “So I promised as little! But that I should have been able to say what I did sufficiently meets your curiosity.” She might, wronged as she held herself, have felt him stupid not to see _how_ wronged; but he was in any case acute for an evasion.<|quote|>“You risked your offer for the great equivalen... | stupidly--he didn’t rise to it, she went on: “If I _offered_ you not again to see him, does that make for you the appearance--?” “If you offered it, you mean, on your condition--my promising not to sell? I promised,” said Lord Theign, “absolutely nothing at all!” She took him up with all expression. “So I promised as l... | 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?” “My request that you break it short off? That request would, on the contrary,” Lord Theign... | 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 instant a show of hesitation--of the ar... | 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 as I believe ... | 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, but sp... | The Outcry |
“Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I grant you and don’t blush for! But hardly so much as to renounce my ‘lover’--if,” | Grace | so wildly worked yourself up.”<|quote|>“Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I grant you and don’t blush for! But hardly so much as to renounce my ‘lover’--if,”</|quote|>she prodigiously smiled, “I were | great equivalent over which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.”<|quote|>“Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I grant you and don’t blush for! But hardly so much as to renounce my ‘lover’--if,”</|quote|>she prodigiously smiled, “I were so fortunate as to have | say what I did sufficiently meets your curiosity.” She might, wronged as she held herself, have felt him stupid not to see _how_ wronged; but he was in any case acute for an evasion. “You risked your offer for the great equivalent over which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.”<|quote|>“Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, ... | him, does that make for you the appearance--?” “If you offered it, you mean, on your condition--my promising not to sell? I promised,” said Lord Theign, “absolutely nothing at all!” She took him up with all expression. “So I promised as little! But that I should have been able to say what I did sufficiently meets your ... | 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,” Lord Theign pronounced, “rest on an immense new ground. Therefore I insist on your te... | 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 launch at that personage before going ... | 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. “How can we prevent your using it?” Lady Grace ag... | 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 all she coul... | The Outcry |
she prodigiously smiled, | No speaker | as to renounce my ‘lover’--if,”<|quote|>she prodigiously smiled,</|quote|>“I were so fortunate as | for! But hardly so much as to renounce my ‘lover’--if,”<|quote|>she prodigiously smiled,</|quote|>“I were so fortunate as to have one!” “You renounced | to see _how_ wronged; but he was in any case acute for an evasion. “You risked your offer for the great equivalent over which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.” “Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I grant you and don’t blush for! But hardly so much as to renounce my ‘lover’--if,”<|quote|>she prodigiously smiled,</|quote... | sell? I promised,” said Lord Theign, “absolutely nothing at all!” She took him up with all expression. “So I promised as little! But that I should have been able to say what I did sufficiently meets your curiosity.” She might, wronged as she held herself, have felt him stupid not to see _how_ wronged; but he was in any... | exaction would then be modified?” “My request that you break it short off? That request would, on the contrary,” Lord Theign pronounced, “rest on an immense new ground. Therefore I insist on your telling me the truth.” “Won’t the truth be before you, father, if you’ll _think_ a moment--without extravagance?” After whic... | 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 and gesture of warning that waved away for him such a mistake;... | 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 worst comes to the worst--” “The thing” --he at once pursued-- “... | 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 extraordinary appearance of ... | The Outcry |
“I were so fortunate as to have one!” | Grace | my ‘lover’--if,” she prodigiously smiled,<|quote|>“I were so fortunate as to have one!”</|quote|>“You renounced poor John mightily | so much as to renounce my ‘lover’--if,” she prodigiously smiled,<|quote|>“I were so fortunate as to have one!”</|quote|>“You renounced poor John mightily easily--whom you were so fortunate | wronged; but he was in any case acute for an evasion. “You risked your offer for the great equivalent over which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.” “Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I grant you and don’t blush for! But hardly so much as to renounce my ‘lover’--if,” she prodigiously smiled,<|quote|>“I were so fortunate... | said Lord Theign, “absolutely nothing at all!” She took him up with all expression. “So I promised as little! But that I should have been able to say what I did sufficiently meets your curiosity.” She might, wronged as she held herself, have felt him stupid not to see _how_ wronged; but he was in any case acute for an ... | be modified?” “My request that you break it short off? That request would, on the contrary,” Lord Theign pronounced, “rest on an immense new ground. Therefore I insist on your telling me the truth.” “Won’t the truth be before you, father, if you’ll _think_ a moment--without extravagance?” After which, while, as stiffly... | 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 and gesture of warning that waved away for him such a mistake; he decided, u... | 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 worst comes to the worst--” “The thing” --he at once pursued-- “will always be at ... | 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!” “You mean that if he _should_ be--what you ask me about--your exaction would then be modified?” “My request that you b... | The Outcry |
“You renounced poor John mightily easily--whom you were so fortunate as to have!” | Theign | fortunate as to have one!”<|quote|>“You renounced poor John mightily easily--whom you were so fortunate as to have!”</|quote|>Her brows rose as high | prodigiously smiled, “I were so fortunate as to have one!”<|quote|>“You renounced poor John mightily easily--whom you were so fortunate as to have!”</|quote|>Her brows rose as high as his own had ever | for an evasion. “You risked your offer for the great equivalent over which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.” “Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I grant you and don’t blush for! But hardly so much as to renounce my ‘lover’--if,” she prodigiously smiled, “I were so fortunate as to have one!”<|quote|>“You renounced poor ... | took him up with all expression. “So I promised as little! But that I should have been able to say what I did sufficiently meets your curiosity.” She might, wronged as she held herself, have felt him stupid not to see _how_ wronged; but he was in any case acute for an evasion. “You risked your offer for the great equiv... | short off? That request would, on the contrary,” Lord Theign pronounced, “rest on an immense new ground. Therefore I insist on your telling me the truth.” “Won’t the truth be before you, father, if you’ll _think_ a moment--without extravagance?” After which, while, as stiffly as ever--and it probably seemed to her impa... | 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 pressure, and after a last searching a... | 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... | 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 and gesture of warning that waved away for him such a mistake; he decided, u... | The Outcry |
Her brows rose as high as his own had ever done. | No speaker | so fortunate as to have!”<|quote|>Her brows rose as high as his own had ever done.</|quote|>“Do you call Lord John | John mightily easily--whom you were so fortunate as to have!”<|quote|>Her brows rose as high as his own had ever done.</|quote|>“Do you call Lord John my lover?” “He was your | you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.” “Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I grant you and don’t blush for! But hardly so much as to renounce my ‘lover’--if,” she prodigiously smiled, “I were so fortunate as to have one!” “You renounced poor John mightily easily--whom you were so fortunate as to have!”<|quote|>Her brows ros... | I should have been able to say what I did sufficiently meets your curiosity.” She might, wronged as she held herself, have felt him stupid not to see _how_ wronged; but he was in any case acute for an evasion. “You risked your offer for the great equivalent over which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.” “Yes, I’ve wo... | an immense new ground. Therefore I insist on your telling me the truth.” “Won’t the truth be before you, father, if you’ll _think_ a moment--without extravagance?” After which, while, as stiffly as ever--and it probably seemed to her impatience as stupidly--he didn’t rise to it, she went on: “If I _offered_ you not aga... | 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 and let himself out. The stillness... | 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 was still a freedom ... | 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 extraordinary appearance... | The Outcry |
“Do you call Lord John my lover?” | Grace | his own had ever done.<|quote|>“Do you call Lord John my lover?”</|quote|>“He was your suitor most | brows rose as high as his own had ever done.<|quote|>“Do you call Lord John my lover?”</|quote|>“He was your suitor most assuredly,” Lord Theign inimitably said, | grant you and don’t blush for! But hardly so much as to renounce my ‘lover’--if,” she prodigiously smiled, “I were so fortunate as to have one!” “You renounced poor John mightily easily--whom you were so fortunate as to have!” Her brows rose as high as his own had ever done.<|quote|>“Do you call Lord John my lover?”</|... | meets your curiosity.” She might, wronged as she held herself, have felt him stupid not to see _how_ wronged; but he was in any case acute for an evasion. “You risked your offer for the great equivalent over which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.” “Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I grant you and don’t blush for! But... | the truth.” “Won’t the truth be before you, father, if you’ll _think_ a moment--without extravagance?” After which, while, as stiffly as ever--and it probably seemed to her impatience as stupidly--he didn’t rise to it, she went on: “If I _offered_ you not again to see him, does that make for you the appearance--?” “If ... | 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 further wait of the two others... | 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 ... | 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 interchange these organs of remark, eloquent now over ... | The Outcry |
“He was your suitor most assuredly,” | Theign | call Lord John my lover?”<|quote|>“He was your suitor most assuredly,”</|quote|>Lord Theign inimitably said, though | had ever done. “Do you call Lord John my lover?”<|quote|>“He was your suitor most assuredly,”</|quote|>Lord Theign inimitably said, though without looking at her; “and | hardly so much as to renounce my ‘lover’--if,” she prodigiously smiled, “I were so fortunate as to have one!” “You renounced poor John mightily easily--whom you were so fortunate as to have!” Her brows rose as high as his own had ever done. “Do you call Lord John my lover?”<|quote|>“He was your suitor most assuredly,”<... | she held herself, have felt him stupid not to see _how_ wronged; but he was in any case acute for an evasion. “You risked your offer for the great equivalent over which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.” “Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I grant you and don’t blush for! But hardly so much as to renounce my ‘lover’--if... | you, father, if you’ll _think_ a moment--without extravagance?” After which, while, as stiffly as ever--and it probably seemed to her impatience as stupidly--he didn’t rise to it, she went on: “If I _offered_ you not again to see him, does that make for you the appearance--?” “If you offered it, you mean, on your condi... | 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 Theign where he had been standing an... | 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 to the worst, but the best to the best: m... | “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 extraordinary appearance of your intimacy with him!” “You mean that i... | The Outcry |
Lord Theign inimitably said, though without looking at her; | No speaker | was your suitor most assuredly,”<|quote|>Lord Theign inimitably said, though without looking at her;</|quote|>“and as strikingly encouraged as | Lord John my lover?” “He was your suitor most assuredly,”<|quote|>Lord Theign inimitably said, though without looking at her;</|quote|>“and as strikingly encouraged as he was respectfully ardent!” “Encouraged | my ‘lover’--if,” she prodigiously smiled, “I were so fortunate as to have one!” “You renounced poor John mightily easily--whom you were so fortunate as to have!” Her brows rose as high as his own had ever done. “Do you call Lord John my lover?” “He was your suitor most assuredly,”<|quote|>Lord Theign inimitably said, t... | stupid not to see _how_ wronged; but he was in any case acute for an evasion. “You risked your offer for the great equivalent over which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.” “Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I grant you and don’t blush for! But hardly so much as to renounce my ‘lover’--if,” she prodigiously smiled, “I w... | moment--without extravagance?” After which, while, as stiffly as ever--and it probably seemed to her impatience as stupidly--he didn’t rise to it, she went on: “If I _offered_ you not again to see him, does that make for you the appearance--?” “If you offered it, you mean, on your condition--my promising not to sell? I... | 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 Theign where he had been standing and his daughter on the spot from whi... | 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 to the worst, but the best to the best: my conviction of which it is that suppo... | 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, but spoke as quietly as if she had been prepared. “Has the questi... | The Outcry |
“and as strikingly encouraged as he was respectfully ardent!” | Theign | though without looking at her;<|quote|>“and as strikingly encouraged as he was respectfully ardent!”</|quote|>“Encouraged by _you_, dear father, | assuredly,” Lord Theign inimitably said, though without looking at her;<|quote|>“and as strikingly encouraged as he was respectfully ardent!”</|quote|>“Encouraged by _you_, dear father, beyond doubt!” “Encouraged--er--by every one: | as to have one!” “You renounced poor John mightily easily--whom you were so fortunate as to have!” Her brows rose as high as his own had ever done. “Do you call Lord John my lover?” “He was your suitor most assuredly,” Lord Theign inimitably said, though without looking at her;<|quote|>“and as strikingly encouraged as ... | in any case acute for an evasion. “You risked your offer for the great equivalent over which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.” “Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I grant you and don’t blush for! But hardly so much as to renounce my ‘lover’--if,” she prodigiously smiled, “I were so fortunate as to have one!” “You renou... | it probably seemed to her impatience as stupidly--he didn’t rise to it, she went on: “If I _offered_ you not again to see him, does that make for you the appearance--?” “If you offered it, you mean, on your condition--my promising not to sell? I promised,” said Lord Theign, “absolutely nothing at all!” She took him up ... | 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 Theign where he had been standing and his daughter on the spot from which she had not moved. It presently ended in... | --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 deep regret I have to express” --... | 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,” Lord Theign pronounced, “rest on an immense new ground. Therefore I insi... | The Outcry |
“Encouraged by _you_, dear father, beyond doubt!” | Grace | as he was respectfully ardent!”<|quote|>“Encouraged by _you_, dear father, beyond doubt!”</|quote|>“Encouraged--er--by every one: because you | her; “and as strikingly encouraged as he was respectfully ardent!”<|quote|>“Encouraged by _you_, dear father, beyond doubt!”</|quote|>“Encouraged--er--by every one: because you were (yes, you _were!_) encouraging. | easily--whom you were so fortunate as to have!” Her brows rose as high as his own had ever done. “Do you call Lord John my lover?” “He was your suitor most assuredly,” Lord Theign inimitably said, though without looking at her; “and as strikingly encouraged as he was respectfully ardent!”<|quote|>“Encouraged by _you_, ... | your offer for the great equivalent over which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.” “Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I grant you and don’t blush for! But hardly so much as to renounce my ‘lover’--if,” she prodigiously smiled, “I were so fortunate as to have one!” “You renounced poor John mightily easily--whom you were ... | rise to it, she went on: “If I _offered_ you not again to see him, does that make for you the appearance--?” “If you offered it, you mean, on your condition--my promising not to sell? I promised,” said Lord Theign, “absolutely nothing at all!” She took him up with all expression. “So I promised as little! But that I sh... | 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 turn about as if inferring by the silenc... | 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 deep regret I have to express” --and he faced Lord Theign again-- “for any inco... | 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 the promise you a short time... | The Outcry |
“Encouraged--er--by every one: because you were (yes, you _were!_) encouraging. And what I ask of you now is a word of common candour as to whether you didn’t, on your honour, turn him off because of your just then so stimulated views on the person who has been with us.” | Theign | _you_, dear father, beyond doubt!”<|quote|>“Encouraged--er--by every one: because you were (yes, you _were!_) encouraging. And what I ask of you now is a word of common candour as to whether you didn’t, on your honour, turn him off because of your just then so stimulated views on the person who has been with us.”</|quo... | was respectfully ardent!” “Encouraged by _you_, dear father, beyond doubt!”<|quote|>“Encouraged--er--by every one: because you were (yes, you _were!_) encouraging. And what I ask of you now is a word of common candour as to whether you didn’t, on your honour, turn him off because of your just then so stimulated views o... | have!” Her brows rose as high as his own had ever done. “Do you call Lord John my lover?” “He was your suitor most assuredly,” Lord Theign inimitably said, though without looking at her; “and as strikingly encouraged as he was respectfully ardent!” “Encouraged by _you_, dear father, beyond doubt!”<|quote|>“Encouraged--... | which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.” “Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I grant you and don’t blush for! But hardly so much as to renounce my ‘lover’--if,” she prodigiously smiled, “I were so fortunate as to have one!” “You renounced poor John mightily easily--whom you were so fortunate as to have!” Her brows rose ... | I _offered_ you not again to see him, does that make for you the appearance--?” “If you offered it, you mean, on your condition--my promising not to sell? I promised,” said Lord Theign, “absolutely nothing at all!” She took him up with all expression. “So I promised as little! But that I should have been able to say wh... | 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 turn about as if inferring by the silence that the intruder had withdrawn. “Is... | 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” --and he faced Lord Theign again-- “for any inconvenience I may have caused you by my ab... | as stiffly as ever--and it probably seemed to her impatience as stupidly--he didn’t rise to it, she went on: “If I _offered_ you not again to see him, does that make for you the appearance--?” “If you offered it, you mean, on your condition--my promising not to sell? I promised,” said Lord Theign, “absolutely nothing a... | The Outcry |
Grace replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could say--moved above all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by other things than harshness: | No speaker | who has been with us.”<|quote|>Grace replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could say--moved above all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by other things than harshness:</|quote|>“Oh father, father, father----!” He | stimulated views on the person who has been with us.”<|quote|>Grace replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could say--moved above all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by other things than harshness:</|quote|>“Oh father, father, father----!” He searched her through all the | “Encouraged--er--by every one: because you were (yes, you _were!_) encouraging. And what I ask of you now is a word of common candour as to whether you didn’t, on your honour, turn him off because of your just then so stimulated views on the person who has been with us.”<|quote|>Grace replied but after an instant, as m... | have!” Her brows rose as high as his own had ever done. “Do you call Lord John my lover?” “He was your suitor most assuredly,” Lord Theign inimitably said, though without looking at her; “and as strikingly encouraged as he was respectfully ardent!” “Encouraged by _you_, dear father, beyond doubt!” “Encouraged--er--by e... | that I should have been able to say what I did sufficiently meets your curiosity.” She might, wronged as she held herself, have felt him stupid not to see _how_ wronged; but he was in any case acute for an evasion. “You risked your offer for the great equivalent over which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.” “Yes, I’... | 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 extraordinary appeara... | 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 completely sustained and separate silence ... | it, you mean, on your condition--my promising not to sell? I promised,” said Lord Theign, “absolutely nothing at all!” She took him up with all expression. “So I promised as little! But that I should have been able to say what I did sufficiently meets your curiosity.” She might, wronged as she held herself, have felt h... | The Outcry |
“Oh father, father, father----!” | Grace | by other things than harshness:<|quote|>“Oh father, father, father----!”</|quote|>He searched her through all | and her pity for him, by other things than harshness:<|quote|>“Oh father, father, father----!”</|quote|>He searched her through all the compassion of her cry, | honour, turn him off because of your just then so stimulated views on the person who has been with us.” Grace replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could say--moved above all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by other things than harshness:<|quote|>“Oh father, father, father----!”</|quote|>... | without looking at her; “and as strikingly encouraged as he was respectfully ardent!” “Encouraged by _you_, dear father, beyond doubt!” “Encouraged--er--by every one: because you were (yes, you _were!_) encouraging. And what I ask of you now is a word of common candour as to whether you didn’t, on your honour, turn him... | wronged; but he was in any case acute for an evasion. “You risked your offer for the great equivalent over which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.” “Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I grant you and don’t blush for! But hardly so much as to renounce my ‘lover’--if,” she prodigiously smiled, “I were so fortunate as to h... | 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!” “You mean that if he _should_ be--what you ask me about--your exaction would then be modified?” “My request that you break it sho... | 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 effectively cons... | as stiffly as ever--and it probably seemed to her impatience as stupidly--he didn’t rise to it, she went on: “If I _offered_ you not again to see him, does that make for you the appearance--?” “If you offered it, you mean, on your condition--my promising not to sell? I promised,” said Lord Theign, “absolutely nothing a... | The Outcry |
He searched her through all the compassion of her cry, but appeared to give way to her sincerity. | No speaker | harshness: “Oh father, father, father----!”<|quote|>He searched her through all the compassion of her cry, but appeared to give way to her sincerity.</|quote|>“Well then if I _have_ | him, by other things than harshness: “Oh father, father, father----!”<|quote|>He searched her through all the compassion of her cry, but appeared to give way to her sincerity.</|quote|>“Well then if I _have_ your denial I take it | because of your just then so stimulated views on the person who has been with us.” Grace replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could say--moved above all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by other things than harshness: “Oh father, father, father----!”<|quote|>He searched her through all th... | “and as strikingly encouraged as he was respectfully ardent!” “Encouraged by _you_, dear father, beyond doubt!” “Encouraged--er--by every one: because you were (yes, you _were!_) encouraging. And what I ask of you now is a word of common candour as to whether you didn’t, on your honour, turn him off because of your jus... | in any case acute for an evasion. “You risked your offer for the great equivalent over which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.” “Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I grant you and don’t blush for! But hardly so much as to renounce my ‘lover’--if,” she prodigiously smiled, “I were so fortunate as to have one!” “You renou... | 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?” “My request that you break it short off? That r... | 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, “I haven’t the ... | “My request that you break it short off? That request would, on the contrary,” Lord Theign pronounced, “rest on an immense new ground. Therefore I insist on your telling me the truth.” “Won’t the truth be before you, father, if you’ll _think_ a moment--without extravagance?” After which, while, as stiffly as ever--and ... | The Outcry |
“Well then if I _have_ your denial I take it as answering my whole question--in a manner that satisfies me. If there’s nothing, on your word, of that sort between you, you can all the more drop him.” | Theign | give way to her sincerity.<|quote|>“Well then if I _have_ your denial I take it as answering my whole question--in a manner that satisfies me. If there’s nothing, on your word, of that sort between you, you can all the more drop him.”</|quote|>“But you said a moment | her cry, but appeared to give way to her sincerity.<|quote|>“Well then if I _have_ your denial I take it as answering my whole question--in a manner that satisfies me. If there’s nothing, on your word, of that sort between you, you can all the more drop him.”</|quote|>“But you said a moment ago that I should all | but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could say--moved above all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by other things than harshness: “Oh father, father, father----!” He searched her through all the compassion of her cry, but appeared to give way to her sincerity.<|quote|>“Well then if I _have_ your d... | one: because you were (yes, you _were!_) encouraging. And what I ask of you now is a word of common candour as to whether you didn’t, on your honour, turn him off because of your just then so stimulated views on the person who has been with us.” Grace replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could... | so wildly worked yourself up.” “Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I grant you and don’t blush for! But hardly so much as to renounce my ‘lover’--if,” she prodigiously smiled, “I were so fortunate as to have one!” “You renounced poor John mightily easily--whom you were so fortunate as to have!” Her brows rose as high as hi... | “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,” Lord Theign pronounced, “rest on an immense new ground. Therefor... | 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... | 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 the promise you a short time ago demanded of me?” “It has a bearing on t... | The Outcry |
“But you said a moment ago that I should all the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!” | Grace | all the more drop him.”<|quote|>“But you said a moment ago that I should all the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!”</|quote|>He brushed away her logic-chopping. | sort between you, you can all the more drop him.”<|quote|>“But you said a moment ago that I should all the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!”</|quote|>He brushed away her logic-chopping. “If you’re so keen then | compassion of her cry, but appeared to give way to her sincerity. “Well then if I _have_ your denial I take it as answering my whole question--in a manner that satisfies me. If there’s nothing, on your word, of that sort between you, you can all the more drop him.”<|quote|>“But you said a moment ago that I should all t... | stimulated views on the person who has been with us.” Grace replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could say--moved above all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by other things than harshness: “Oh father, father, father----!” He searched her through all the compassion of her cry, but appeared... | poor John mightily easily--whom you were so fortunate as to have!” Her brows rose as high as his own had ever done. “Do you call Lord John my lover?” “He was your suitor most assuredly,” Lord Theign inimitably said, though without looking at her; “and as strikingly encouraged as he was respectfully ardent!” “Encouraged... | That request would, on the contrary,” Lord Theign pronounced, “rest on an immense new ground. Therefore I insist on your telling me the truth.” “Won’t the truth be before you, father, if you’ll _think_ a moment--without extravagance?” After which, while, as stiffly as ever--and it probably seemed to her impatience as s... | 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 in some scrutiny that might have had for its obj... | impatience as stupidly--he didn’t rise to it, she went on: “If I _offered_ you not again to see him, does that make for you the appearance--?” “If you offered it, you mean, on your condition--my promising not to sell? I promised,” said Lord Theign, “absolutely nothing at all!” She took him up with all expression. “So I... | The Outcry |
He brushed away her logic-chopping. | No speaker | case--that of there _being_ something!”<|quote|>He brushed away her logic-chopping.</|quote|>“If you’re so keen then | the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!”<|quote|>He brushed away her logic-chopping.</|quote|>“If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take | take it as answering my whole question--in a manner that satisfies me. If there’s nothing, on your word, of that sort between you, you can all the more drop him.” “But you said a moment ago that I should all the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!”<|quote|>He brushed away her logic-chopping.</|quot... | things than she could say--moved above all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by other things than harshness: “Oh father, father, father----!” He searched her through all the compassion of her cry, but appeared to give way to her sincerity. “Well then if I _have_ your denial I take it as answering my whole question-... | ever done. “Do you call Lord John my lover?” “He was your suitor most assuredly,” Lord Theign inimitably said, though without looking at her; “and as strikingly encouraged as he was respectfully ardent!” “Encouraged by _you_, dear father, beyond doubt!” “Encouraged--er--by every one: because you were (yes, you _were!_)... | telling me the truth.” “Won’t the truth be before you, father, if you’ll _think_ a moment--without extravagance?” After which, while, as stiffly as ever--and it probably seemed to her impatience as stupidly--he didn’t rise to it, she went on: “If I _offered_ you not again to see him, does that make for you the appearan... | 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 ensued upon his words and movement a vivid mute passage, the richest of comment... | 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 extraordinary appearance of your intimacy with him!” “... | The Outcry |
“If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.” | Theign | He brushed away her logic-chopping.<|quote|>“If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.”</|quote|>To which, while, turning pale, | case--that of there _being_ something!” He brushed away her logic-chopping.<|quote|>“If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.”</|quote|>To which, while, turning pale, she said nothing, he added: | whole question--in a manner that satisfies me. If there’s nothing, on your word, of that sort between you, you can all the more drop him.” “But you said a moment ago that I should all the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!” He brushed away her logic-chopping.<|quote|>“If you’re so keen then for pa... | above all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by other things than harshness: “Oh father, father, father----!” He searched her through all the compassion of her cry, but appeared to give way to her sincerity. “Well then if I _have_ your denial I take it as answering my whole question--in a manner that satisfies me. I... | Lord John my lover?” “He was your suitor most assuredly,” Lord Theign inimitably said, though without looking at her; “and as strikingly encouraged as he was respectfully ardent!” “Encouraged by _you_, dear father, beyond doubt!” “Encouraged--er--by every one: because you were (yes, you _were!_) encouraging. And what I... | the truth be before you, father, if you’ll _think_ a moment--without extravagance?” After which, while, as stiffly as ever--and it probably seemed to her impatience as stupidly--he didn’t rise to it, she went on: “If I _offered_ you not again to see him, does that make for you the appearance--?” “If you offered it, you... | 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 ensued upon his words and movement a vivid mute passage, the richest of commentaries, between his companions; who... | “You risked your offer for the great equivalent over which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.” “Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I grant you and don’t blush for! But hardly so much as to renounce my ‘lover’--if,” she prodigiously smiled, “I were so fortunate as to have one!” “You renounced poor John mightily easily--wh... | The Outcry |
To which, while, turning pale, she said nothing, he added: | No speaker | an end to Mr. Crimble.”<|quote|>To which, while, turning pale, she said nothing, he added:</|quote|>“You recognise that you profess | own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.”<|quote|>To which, while, turning pale, she said nothing, he added:</|quote|>“You recognise that you profess yourself ready----” “Not again to | you said a moment ago that I should all the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!” He brushed away her logic-chopping. “If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.”<|quote|>To which, while, turning pale, she said no... | of her cry, but appeared to give way to her sincerity. “Well then if I _have_ your denial I take it as answering my whole question--in a manner that satisfies me. If there’s nothing, on your word, of that sort between you, you can all the more drop him.” “But you said a moment ago that I should all the more in the othe... | respectfully ardent!” “Encouraged by _you_, dear father, beyond doubt!” “Encouraged--er--by every one: because you were (yes, you _were!_) encouraging. And what I ask of you now is a word of common candour as to whether you didn’t, on your honour, turn him off because of your just then so stimulated views on the person... | stupidly--he didn’t rise to it, she went on: “If I _offered_ you not again to see him, does that make for you the appearance--?” “If you offered it, you mean, on your condition--my promising not to sell? I promised,” said Lord Theign, “absolutely nothing at all!” She took him up with all expression. “So I promised as l... | 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 interchange these organs of remark, eloquent n... | After which, while, as stiffly as ever--and it probably seemed to her impatience as stupidly--he didn’t rise to it, she went on: “If I _offered_ you not again to see him, does that make for you the appearance--?” “If you offered it, you mean, on your condition--my promising not to sell? I promised,” said Lord Theign, “... | The Outcry |
“You recognise that you profess yourself ready----” | Theign | she said nothing, he added:<|quote|>“You recognise that you profess yourself ready----”</|quote|>“Not again to see him,” | To which, while, turning pale, she said nothing, he added:<|quote|>“You recognise that you profess yourself ready----”</|quote|>“Not again to see him,” she now answered, “if you | more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!” He brushed away her logic-chopping. “If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.” To which, while, turning pale, she said nothing, he added:<|quote|>“You recognise that you pro... | sincerity. “Well then if I _have_ your denial I take it as answering my whole question--in a manner that satisfies me. If there’s nothing, on your word, of that sort between you, you can all the more drop him.” “But you said a moment ago that I should all the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!” He... | every one: because you were (yes, you _were!_) encouraging. And what I ask of you now is a word of common candour as to whether you didn’t, on your honour, turn him off because of your just then so stimulated views on the person who has been with us.” Grace replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she... | _offered_ you not again to see him, does that make for you the appearance--?” “If you offered it, you mean, on your condition--my promising not to sell? I promised,” said Lord Theign, “absolutely nothing at all!” She took him up with all expression. “So I promised as little! But that I should have been able to say what... | 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 interchange these organs of remark, eloquent now over Hugh’s unmistakable dismissal at short order, on which... | own had ever done. “Do you call Lord John my lover?” “He was your suitor most assuredly,” Lord Theign inimitably said, though without looking at her; “and as strikingly encouraged as he was respectfully ardent!” “Encouraged by _you_, dear father, beyond doubt!” “Encouraged--er--by every one: because you were (yes, you ... | The Outcry |
“Not again to see him,” | Grace | that you profess yourself ready----”<|quote|>“Not again to see him,”</|quote|>she now answered, “if you | nothing, he added: “You recognise that you profess yourself ready----”<|quote|>“Not again to see him,”</|quote|>she now answered, “if you tell me the picture’s safe? | _being_ something!” He brushed away her logic-chopping. “If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.” To which, while, turning pale, she said nothing, he added: “You recognise that you profess yourself ready----”<|quote|>“Not again to... | denial I take it as answering my whole question--in a manner that satisfies me. If there’s nothing, on your word, of that sort between you, you can all the more drop him.” “But you said a moment ago that I should all the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!” He brushed away her logic-chopping. “If y... | _were!_) encouraging. And what I ask of you now is a word of common candour as to whether you didn’t, on your honour, turn him off because of your just then so stimulated views on the person who has been with us.” Grace replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could say--moved above all, in her tr... | does that make for you the appearance--?” “If you offered it, you mean, on your condition--my promising not to sell? I promised,” said Lord Theign, “absolutely nothing at all!” She took him up with all expression. “So I promised as little! But that I should have been able to say what I did sufficiently meets your curio... | 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 interchange these organs of remark, eloquent now over Hugh’s unmistakable dismissal at short order, on which obviously he must at once act. Lady... | _you_, dear father, beyond doubt!” “Encouraged--er--by every one: because you were (yes, you _were!_) encouraging. And what I ask of you now is a word of common candour as to whether you didn’t, on your honour, turn him off because of your just then so stimulated views on the person who has been with us.” Grace replied... | The Outcry |
she now answered, | No speaker | “Not again to see him,”<|quote|>she now answered,</|quote|>“if you tell me the | that you profess yourself ready----” “Not again to see him,”<|quote|>she now answered,</|quote|>“if you tell me the picture’s safe? Yes, I recognise | her logic-chopping. “If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.” To which, while, turning pale, she said nothing, he added: “You recognise that you profess yourself ready----” “Not again to see him,”<|quote|>she now answered,</|quote... | answering my whole question--in a manner that satisfies me. If there’s nothing, on your word, of that sort between you, you can all the more drop him.” “But you said a moment ago that I should all the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!” He brushed away her logic-chopping. “If you’re so keen then f... | ask of you now is a word of common candour as to whether you didn’t, on your honour, turn him off because of your just then so stimulated views on the person who has been with us.” Grace replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could say--moved above all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by ot... | the appearance--?” “If you offered it, you mean, on your condition--my promising not to sell? I promised,” said Lord Theign, “absolutely nothing at all!” She took him up with all expression. “So I promised as little! But that I should have been able to say what I did sufficiently meets your curiosity.” She might, wrong... | 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 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 ... | poor John mightily easily--whom you were so fortunate as to have!” Her brows rose as high as his own had ever done. “Do you call Lord John my lover?” “He was your suitor most assuredly,” Lord Theign inimitably said, though without looking at her; “and as strikingly encouraged as he was respectfully ardent!” “Encouraged... | The Outcry |
“if you tell me the picture’s safe? Yes, I recognise that I _was_ ready--as well as how scornfully little you then were!” | Grace | see him,” she now answered,<|quote|>“if you tell me the picture’s safe? Yes, I recognise that I _was_ ready--as well as how scornfully little you then were!”</|quote|>“Never mind what I then | yourself ready----” “Not again to see him,” she now answered,<|quote|>“if you tell me the picture’s safe? Yes, I recognise that I _was_ ready--as well as how scornfully little you then were!”</|quote|>“Never mind what I then was--the question’s of what I | you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.” To which, while, turning pale, she said nothing, he added: “You recognise that you profess yourself ready----” “Not again to see him,” she now answered,<|quote|>“if you tell me the picture’s s... | question--in a manner that satisfies me. If there’s nothing, on your word, of that sort between you, you can all the more drop him.” “But you said a moment ago that I should all the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!” He brushed away her logic-chopping. “If you’re so keen then for past remarks I t... | now is a word of common candour as to whether you didn’t, on your honour, turn him off because of your just then so stimulated views on the person who has been with us.” Grace replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could say--moved above all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by other things ... | you offered it, you mean, on your condition--my promising not to sell? I promised,” said Lord Theign, “absolutely nothing at all!” She took him up with all expression. “So I promised as little! But that I should have been able to say what I did sufficiently meets your curiosity.” She might, wronged as she held herself,... | companions; who, deeply divided by the width of the 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 con... | to it, she went on: “If I _offered_ you not again to see him, does that make for you the appearance--?” “If you offered it, you mean, on your condition--my promising not to sell? I promised,” said Lord Theign, “absolutely nothing at all!” She took him up with all expression. “So I promised as little! But that I should ... | The Outcry |
“Never mind what I then was--the question’s of what I actually am, since I close with you on it The picture’s therefore as safe as you please,” | Theign | scornfully little you then were!”<|quote|>“Never mind what I then was--the question’s of what I actually am, since I close with you on it The picture’s therefore as safe as you please,”</|quote|>Lord Theign pursued, “if you’ll | _was_ ready--as well as how scornfully little you then were!”<|quote|>“Never mind what I then was--the question’s of what I actually am, since I close with you on it The picture’s therefore as safe as you please,”</|quote|>Lord Theign pursued, “if you’ll do what you just now | to Mr. Crimble.” To which, while, turning pale, she said nothing, he added: “You recognise that you profess yourself ready----” “Not again to see him,” she now answered, “if you tell me the picture’s safe? Yes, I recognise that I _was_ ready--as well as how scornfully little you then were!”<|quote|>“Never mind what I t... | drop him.” “But you said a moment ago that I should all the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!” He brushed away her logic-chopping. “If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.” To which, while, turning pale, she... | then so stimulated views on the person who has been with us.” Grace replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could say--moved above all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by other things than harshness: “Oh father, father, father----!” He searched her through all the compassion of her cry, but ... | took him up with all expression. “So I promised as little! But that I should have been able to say what I did sufficiently meets your curiosity.” She might, wronged as she held herself, have felt him stupid not to see _how_ wronged; but he was in any case acute for an evasion. “You risked your offer for the great equiv... | 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 all she could do in his presence and that, however sharply doubtful t... | me the truth.” “Won’t the truth be before you, father, if you’ll _think_ a moment--without extravagance?” After which, while, as stiffly as ever--and it probably seemed to her impatience as stupidly--he didn’t rise to it, she went on: “If I _offered_ you not again to see him, does that make for you the appearance--?” “... | The Outcry |
Lord Theign pursued, | No speaker | as safe as you please,”<|quote|>Lord Theign pursued,</|quote|>“if you’ll do what you | on it The picture’s therefore as safe as you please,”<|quote|>Lord Theign pursued,</|quote|>“if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.” “I | answered, “if you tell me the picture’s safe? Yes, I recognise that I _was_ ready--as well as how scornfully little you then were!” “Never mind what I then was--the question’s of what I actually am, since I close with you on it The picture’s therefore as safe as you please,”<|quote|>Lord Theign pursued,</|quote|>“if yo... | “If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.” To which, while, turning pale, she said nothing, he added: “You recognise that you profess yourself ready----” “Not again to see him,” she now answered, “if you tell me the picture’s safe?... | above all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by other things than harshness: “Oh father, father, father----!” He searched her through all the compassion of her cry, but appeared to give way to her sincerity. “Well then if I _have_ your denial I take it as answering my whole question--in a manner that satisfies me. I... | She might, wronged as she held herself, have felt him stupid not to see _how_ wronged; but he was in any case acute for an evasion. “You risked your offer for the great equivalent over which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.” “Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I grant you and don’t blush for! But hardly so much as to r... | 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 charged giv... | you were (yes, you _were!_) encouraging. And what I ask of you now is a word of common candour as to whether you didn’t, on your honour, turn him off because of your just then so stimulated views on the person who has been with us.” Grace replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could say--moved a... | The Outcry |
“if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.” | Theign | you please,” Lord Theign pursued,<|quote|>“if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.”</|quote|>“I engaged to do nothing,” | picture’s therefore as safe as you please,” Lord Theign pursued,<|quote|>“if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.”</|quote|>“I engaged to do nothing,” she replied after a pause; | tell me the picture’s safe? Yes, I recognise that I _was_ ready--as well as how scornfully little you then were!” “Never mind what I then was--the question’s of what I actually am, since I close with you on it The picture’s therefore as safe as you please,” Lord Theign pursued,<|quote|>“if you’ll do what you just now e... | keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.” To which, while, turning pale, she said nothing, he added: “You recognise that you profess yourself ready----” “Not again to see him,” she now answered, “if you tell me the picture’s safe? Yes, I recogn... | her trouble and her pity for him, by other things than harshness: “Oh father, father, father----!” He searched her through all the compassion of her cry, but appeared to give way to her sincerity. “Well then if I _have_ your denial I take it as answering my whole question--in a manner that satisfies me. If there’s noth... | as she held herself, have felt him stupid not to see _how_ wronged; but he was in any case acute for an evasion. “You risked your offer for the great equivalent over which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.” “Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I grant you and don’t blush for! But hardly so much as to renounce my ‘lover’-... | 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 charged give and take... | as to have!” Her brows rose as high as his own had ever done. “Do you call Lord John my lover?” “He was your suitor most assuredly,” Lord Theign inimitably said, though without looking at her; “and as strikingly encouraged as he was respectfully ardent!” “Encouraged by _you_, dear father, beyond doubt!” “Encouraged--er... | The Outcry |
“I engaged to do nothing,” | Grace | you just now engaged to.”<|quote|>“I engaged to do nothing,”</|quote|>she replied after a pause; | pursued, “if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.”<|quote|>“I engaged to do nothing,”</|quote|>she replied after a pause; and the face she turned | I _was_ ready--as well as how scornfully little you then were!” “Never mind what I then was--the question’s of what I actually am, since I close with you on it The picture’s therefore as safe as you please,” Lord Theign pursued, “if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.”<|quote|>“I engaged to do nothing,”</|quote|>sh... | own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.” To which, while, turning pale, she said nothing, he added: “You recognise that you profess yourself ready----” “Not again to see him,” she now answered, “if you tell me the picture’s safe? Yes, I recognise that I _was_ ready--as well as how sco... | things than harshness: “Oh father, father, father----!” He searched her through all the compassion of her cry, but appeared to give way to her sincerity. “Well then if I _have_ your denial I take it as answering my whole question--in a manner that satisfies me. If there’s nothing, on your word, of that sort between you... | to see _how_ wronged; but he was in any case acute for an evasion. “You risked your offer for the great equivalent over which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.” “Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I grant you and don’t blush for! But hardly so much as to renounce my ‘lover’--if,” she prodigiously smiled, “I were so fort... | 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 charged give and take of their gaze and, it might well have been imagined, o... | candour as to whether you didn’t, on your honour, turn him off because of your just then so stimulated views on the person who has been with us.” Grace replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could say--moved above all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by other things than harshness: “Oh fath... | The Outcry |
she replied after a pause; and the face she turned to him had grown suddenly tragic. | No speaker | “I engaged to do nothing,”<|quote|>she replied after a pause; and the face she turned to him had grown suddenly tragic.</|quote|>“I’ve no word to take | you just now engaged to.” “I engaged to do nothing,”<|quote|>she replied after a pause; and the face she turned to him had grown suddenly tragic.</|quote|>“I’ve no word to take back, for none passed between | how scornfully little you then were!” “Never mind what I then was--the question’s of what I actually am, since I close with you on it The picture’s therefore as safe as you please,” Lord Theign pursued, “if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.” “I engaged to do nothing,”<|quote|>she replied after a pause; and the fa... | terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.” To which, while, turning pale, she said nothing, he added: “You recognise that you profess yourself ready----” “Not again to see him,” she now answered, “if you tell me the picture’s safe? Yes, I recognise that I _was_ ready--as well as how scornfully little you then were!... | father, father----!” He searched her through all the compassion of her cry, but appeared to give way to her sincerity. “Well then if I _have_ your denial I take it as answering my whole question--in a manner that satisfies me. If there’s nothing, on your word, of that sort between you, you can all the more drop him.” “... | he was in any case acute for an evasion. “You risked your offer for the great equivalent over which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.” “Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I grant you and don’t blush for! But hardly so much as to renounce my ‘lover’--if,” she prodigiously smiled, “I were so fortunate as to have one!” “Yo... | 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 charged give and take of their gaze and, it might well have been imagined, of their passion. Hugh... | your telling me the truth.” “Won’t the truth be before you, father, if you’ll _think_ a moment--without extravagance?” After which, while, as stiffly as ever--and it probably seemed to her impatience as stupidly--he didn’t rise to it, she went on: “If I _offered_ you not again to see him, does that make for you the app... | The Outcry |
“I’ve no word to take back, for none passed between us; but I _won’t_ do what I mentioned and what you at once laughed at Because,” | Grace | him had grown suddenly tragic.<|quote|>“I’ve no word to take back, for none passed between us; but I _won’t_ do what I mentioned and what you at once laughed at Because,”</|quote|>she finished, “the case is | the face she turned to him had grown suddenly tragic.<|quote|>“I’ve no word to take back, for none passed between us; but I _won’t_ do what I mentioned and what you at once laughed at Because,”</|quote|>she finished, “the case is different.” “Different?” he almost shouted-- | actually am, since I close with you on it The picture’s therefore as safe as you please,” Lord Theign pursued, “if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.” “I engaged to do nothing,” she replied after a pause; and the face she turned to him had grown suddenly tragic.<|quote|>“I’ve no word to take back, for none passed ... | nothing, he added: “You recognise that you profess yourself ready----” “Not again to see him,” she now answered, “if you tell me the picture’s safe? Yes, I recognise that I _was_ ready--as well as how scornfully little you then were!” “Never mind what I then was--the question’s of what I actually am, since I close with... | way to her sincerity. “Well then if I _have_ your denial I take it as answering my whole question--in a manner that satisfies me. If there’s nothing, on your word, of that sort between you, you can all the more drop him.” “But you said a moment ago that I should all the more in the other case--that of there _being_ som... | equivalent over which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.” “Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I grant you and don’t blush for! But hardly so much as to renounce my ‘lover’--if,” she prodigiously smiled, “I were so fortunate as to have one!” “You renounced poor John mightily easily--whom you were so fortunate as to have!”... | 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 instant a show of hesitation--of the arrested impulse, while he kept her fat... | 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,” Lord Theign pronounced, “rest on an immense new ground. Therefore I insist on your... | The Outcry |
she finished, | No speaker | at once laughed at Because,”<|quote|>she finished,</|quote|>“the case is different.” “Different?” | I mentioned and what you at once laughed at Because,”<|quote|>she finished,</|quote|>“the case is different.” “Different?” he almost shouted-- “_how_, different?” | now engaged to.” “I engaged to do nothing,” she replied after a pause; and the face she turned to him had grown suddenly tragic. “I’ve no word to take back, for none passed between us; but I _won’t_ do what I mentioned and what you at once laughed at Because,”<|quote|>she finished,</|quote|>“the case is different.” “Di... | I recognise that I _was_ ready--as well as how scornfully little you then were!” “Never mind what I then was--the question’s of what I actually am, since I close with you on it The picture’s therefore as safe as you please,” Lord Theign pursued, “if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.” “I engaged to do nothing,” sh... | nothing, on your word, of that sort between you, you can all the more drop him.” “But you said a moment ago that I should all the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!” He brushed away her logic-chopping. “If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for y... | renounce my ‘lover’--if,” she prodigiously smiled, “I were so fortunate as to have one!” “You renounced poor John mightily easily--whom you were so fortunate as to have!” Her brows rose as high as his own had ever done. “Do you call Lord John my lover?” “He was your suitor most assuredly,” Lord Theign inimitably said, ... | 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 and gesture of warning that waved away for him... | your suitor most assuredly,” Lord Theign inimitably said, though without looking at her; “and as strikingly encouraged as he was respectfully ardent!” “Encouraged by _you_, dear father, beyond doubt!” “Encouraged--er--by every one: because you were (yes, you _were!_) encouraging. And what I ask of you now is a word of ... | The Outcry |
“the case is different.” | Grace | laughed at Because,” she finished,<|quote|>“the case is different.”</|quote|>“Different?” he almost shouted-- “_how_, | and what you at once laughed at Because,” she finished,<|quote|>“the case is different.”</|quote|>“Different?” he almost shouted-- “_how_, different?” She didn’t look at | to.” “I engaged to do nothing,” she replied after a pause; and the face she turned to him had grown suddenly tragic. “I’ve no word to take back, for none passed between us; but I _won’t_ do what I mentioned and what you at once laughed at Because,” she finished,<|quote|>“the case is different.”</|quote|>“Different?” he... | that I _was_ ready--as well as how scornfully little you then were!” “Never mind what I then was--the question’s of what I actually am, since I close with you on it The picture’s therefore as safe as you please,” Lord Theign pursued, “if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.” “I engaged to do nothing,” she replied af... | your word, of that sort between you, you can all the more drop him.” “But you said a moment ago that I should all the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!” He brushed away her logic-chopping. “If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting ... | ‘lover’--if,” she prodigiously smiled, “I were so fortunate as to have one!” “You renounced poor John mightily easily--whom you were so fortunate as to have!” Her brows rose as high as his own had ever done. “Do you call Lord John my lover?” “He was your suitor most assuredly,” Lord Theign inimitably said, though witho... | 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 and gesture of warning that waved away for him such a mis... | prodigiously smiled, “I were so fortunate as to have one!” “You renounced poor John mightily easily--whom you were so fortunate as to have!” Her brows rose as high as his own had ever done. “Do you call Lord John my lover?” “He was your suitor most assuredly,” Lord Theign inimitably said, though without looking at her;... | The Outcry |
“Different?” | Theign | finished, “the case is different.”<|quote|>“Different?”</|quote|>he almost shouted-- “_how_, different?” | once laughed at Because,” she finished, “the case is different.”<|quote|>“Different?”</|quote|>he almost shouted-- “_how_, different?” She didn’t look at him | do nothing,” she replied after a pause; and the face she turned to him had grown suddenly tragic. “I’ve no word to take back, for none passed between us; but I _won’t_ do what I mentioned and what you at once laughed at Because,” she finished, “the case is different.”<|quote|>“Different?”</|quote|>he almost shouted-- “... | well as how scornfully little you then were!” “Never mind what I then was--the question’s of what I actually am, since I close with you on it The picture’s therefore as safe as you please,” Lord Theign pursued, “if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.” “I engaged to do nothing,” she replied after a pause; and the fa... | sort between you, you can all the more drop him.” “But you said a moment ago that I should all the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!” He brushed away her logic-chopping. “If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimb... | “I were so fortunate as to have one!” “You renounced poor John mightily easily--whom you were so fortunate as to have!” Her brows rose as high as his own had ever done. “Do you call Lord John my lover?” “He was your suitor most assuredly,” Lord Theign inimitably said, though without looking at her; “and as strikingly e... | 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 and gesture of warning that waved away for him such a mistake; he decided, u... | _have_ your denial I take it as answering my whole question--in a manner that satisfies me. If there’s nothing, on your word, of that sort between you, you can all the more drop him.” “But you said a moment ago that I should all the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!” He brushed away her logic-cho... | The Outcry |
he almost shouted-- | No speaker | “the case is different.” “Different?”<|quote|>he almost shouted--</|quote|>“_how_, different?” She didn’t look | laughed at Because,” she finished, “the case is different.” “Different?”<|quote|>he almost shouted--</|quote|>“_how_, different?” She didn’t look at him for it, but | nothing,” she replied after a pause; and the face she turned to him had grown suddenly tragic. “I’ve no word to take back, for none passed between us; but I _won’t_ do what I mentioned and what you at once laughed at Because,” she finished, “the case is different.” “Different?”<|quote|>he almost shouted--</|quote|>“_ho... | as how scornfully little you then were!” “Never mind what I then was--the question’s of what I actually am, since I close with you on it The picture’s therefore as safe as you please,” Lord Theign pursued, “if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.” “I engaged to do nothing,” she replied after a pause; and the face sh... | between you, you can all the more drop him.” “But you said a moment ago that I should all the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!” He brushed away her logic-chopping. “If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.” ... | were so fortunate as to have one!” “You renounced poor John mightily easily--whom you were so fortunate as to have!” Her brows rose as high as his own had ever done. “Do you call Lord John my lover?” “He was your suitor most assuredly,” Lord Theign inimitably said, though without looking at her; “and as strikingly enco... | 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 and gesture of warning that waved away for him such a mistake; he decided, under ... | question--in a manner that satisfies me. If there’s nothing, on your word, of that sort between you, you can all the more drop him.” “But you said a moment ago that I should all the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!” He brushed away her logic-chopping. “If you’re so keen then for past remarks I t... | The Outcry |
“_how_, different?” | Theign | different.” “Different?” he almost shouted--<|quote|>“_how_, different?”</|quote|>She didn’t look at him | she finished, “the case is different.” “Different?” he almost shouted--<|quote|>“_how_, different?”</|quote|>She didn’t look at him for it, but she was | after a pause; and the face she turned to him had grown suddenly tragic. “I’ve no word to take back, for none passed between us; but I _won’t_ do what I mentioned and what you at once laughed at Because,” she finished, “the case is different.” “Different?” he almost shouted--<|quote|>“_how_, different?”</|quote|>She di... | little you then were!” “Never mind what I then was--the question’s of what I actually am, since I close with you on it The picture’s therefore as safe as you please,” Lord Theign pursued, “if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.” “I engaged to do nothing,” she replied after a pause; and the face she turned to him ha... | can all the more drop him.” “But you said a moment ago that I should all the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!” He brushed away her logic-chopping. “If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.” To which, while, ... | as to have one!” “You renounced poor John mightily easily--whom you were so fortunate as to have!” Her brows rose as high as his own had ever done. “Do you call Lord John my lover?” “He was your suitor most assuredly,” Lord Theign inimitably said, though without looking at her; “and as strikingly encouraged as he was r... | 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 pressure, and ... | I grant you and don’t blush for! But hardly so much as to renounce my ‘lover’--if,” she prodigiously smiled, “I were so fortunate as to have one!” “You renounced poor John mightily easily--whom you were so fortunate as to have!” Her brows rose as high as his own had ever done. “Do you call Lord John my lover?” “He was ... | The Outcry |
She didn’t look at him for it, but she was none the less strongly distinct | No speaker | he almost shouted-- “_how_, different?”<|quote|>She didn’t look at him for it, but she was none the less strongly distinct</|quote|>“He has _been_ here--and that | “the case is different.” “Different?” he almost shouted-- “_how_, different?”<|quote|>She didn’t look at him for it, but she was none the less strongly distinct</|quote|>“He has _been_ here--and that has done it He knows,” | pause; and the face she turned to him had grown suddenly tragic. “I’ve no word to take back, for none passed between us; but I _won’t_ do what I mentioned and what you at once laughed at Because,” she finished, “the case is different.” “Different?” he almost shouted-- “_how_, different?”<|quote|>She didn’t look at him ... | then were!” “Never mind what I then was--the question’s of what I actually am, since I close with you on it The picture’s therefore as safe as you please,” Lord Theign pursued, “if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.” “I engaged to do nothing,” she replied after a pause; and the face she turned to him had grown sud... | the more drop him.” “But you said a moment ago that I should all the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!” He brushed away her logic-chopping. “If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.” To which, while, turning ... | have one!” “You renounced poor John mightily easily--whom you were so fortunate as to have!” Her brows rose as high as his own had ever done. “Do you call Lord John my lover?” “He was your suitor most assuredly,” Lord Theign inimitably said, though without looking at her; “and as strikingly encouraged as he was respect... | 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 pressure, and after a last se... | her sincerity. “Well then if I _have_ your denial I take it as answering my whole question--in a manner that satisfies me. If there’s nothing, on your word, of that sort between you, you can all the more drop him.” “But you said a moment ago that I should all the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!... | The Outcry |
“He has _been_ here--and that has done it He knows,” | Grace | none the less strongly distinct<|quote|>“He has _been_ here--and that has done it He knows,”</|quote|>she admirably emphasised. “Knows what | for it, but she was none the less strongly distinct<|quote|>“He has _been_ here--and that has done it He knows,”</|quote|>she admirably emphasised. “Knows what I think of him, no | to take back, for none passed between us; but I _won’t_ do what I mentioned and what you at once laughed at Because,” she finished, “the case is different.” “Different?” he almost shouted-- “_how_, different?” She didn’t look at him for it, but she was none the less strongly distinct<|quote|>“He has _been_ here--and th... | I close with you on it The picture’s therefore as safe as you please,” Lord Theign pursued, “if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.” “I engaged to do nothing,” she replied after a pause; and the face she turned to him had grown suddenly tragic. “I’ve no word to take back, for none passed between us; but I _won’t_ d... | more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!” He brushed away her logic-chopping. “If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.” To which, while, turning pale, she said nothing, he added: “You recognise that you profess you... | Her brows rose as high as his own had ever done. “Do you call Lord John my lover?” “He was your suitor most assuredly,” Lord Theign inimitably said, though without looking at her; “and as strikingly encouraged as he was respectfully ardent!” “Encouraged by _you_, dear father, beyond doubt!” “Encouraged--er--by every on... | 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 and let himself out. The stillness... | harshness: “Oh father, father, father----!” He searched her through all the compassion of her cry, but appeared to give way to her sincerity. “Well then if I _have_ your denial I take it as answering my whole question--in a manner that satisfies me. If there’s nothing, on your word, of that sort between you, you can al... | The Outcry |
she admirably emphasised. | No speaker | has done it He knows,”<|quote|>she admirably emphasised.</|quote|>“Knows what I think of | “He has _been_ here--and that has done it He knows,”<|quote|>she admirably emphasised.</|quote|>“Knows what I think of him, no doubt--for a brazen | _won’t_ do what I mentioned and what you at once laughed at Because,” she finished, “the case is different.” “Different?” he almost shouted-- “_how_, different?” She didn’t look at him for it, but she was none the less strongly distinct “He has _been_ here--and that has done it He knows,”<|quote|>she admirably emphasis... | safe as you please,” Lord Theign pursued, “if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.” “I engaged to do nothing,” she replied after a pause; and the face she turned to him had grown suddenly tragic. “I’ve no word to take back, for none passed between us; but I _won’t_ do what I mentioned and what you at once laughed at... | brushed away her logic-chopping. “If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.” To which, while, turning pale, she said nothing, he added: “You recognise that you profess yourself ready----” “Not again to see him,” she now answered, “i... | done. “Do you call Lord John my lover?” “He was your suitor most assuredly,” Lord Theign inimitably said, though without looking at her; “and as strikingly encouraged as he was respectfully ardent!” “Encouraged by _you_, dear father, beyond doubt!” “Encouraged--er--by every one: because you were (yes, you _were!_) enco... | 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 further wait of the two ... | said a moment ago that I should all the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!” He brushed away her logic-chopping. “If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.” To which, while, turning pale, she said nothing, he ad... | The Outcry |
“Knows what I think of him, no doubt--for a brazen young prevaricator! But what else?” | Theign | He knows,” she admirably emphasised.<|quote|>“Knows what I think of him, no doubt--for a brazen young prevaricator! But what else?”</|quote|>She still kept her eyes | here--and that has done it He knows,” she admirably emphasised.<|quote|>“Knows what I think of him, no doubt--for a brazen young prevaricator! But what else?”</|quote|>She still kept her eyes on a far-off point. “What | I mentioned and what you at once laughed at Because,” she finished, “the case is different.” “Different?” he almost shouted-- “_how_, different?” She didn’t look at him for it, but she was none the less strongly distinct “He has _been_ here--and that has done it He knows,” she admirably emphasised.<|quote|>“Knows what ... | please,” Lord Theign pursued, “if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.” “I engaged to do nothing,” she replied after a pause; and the face she turned to him had grown suddenly tragic. “I’ve no word to take back, for none passed between us; but I _won’t_ do what I mentioned and what you at once laughed at Because,” s... | logic-chopping. “If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.” To which, while, turning pale, she said nothing, he added: “You recognise that you profess yourself ready----” “Not again to see him,” she now answered, “if you tell me the... | call Lord John my lover?” “He was your suitor most assuredly,” Lord Theign inimitably said, though without looking at her; “and as strikingly encouraged as he was respectfully ardent!” “Encouraged by _you_, dear father, beyond doubt!” “Encouraged--er--by every one: because you were (yes, you _were!_) encouraging. And w... | 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... | your curiosity.” She might, wronged as she held herself, have felt him stupid not to see _how_ wronged; but he was in any case acute for an evasion. “You risked your offer for the great equivalent over which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.” “Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I grant you and don’t blush for! But hardl... | The Outcry |
She still kept her eyes on a far-off point. | No speaker | young prevaricator! But what else?”<|quote|>She still kept her eyes on a far-off point.</|quote|>“What he will have seen--that | him, no doubt--for a brazen young prevaricator! But what else?”<|quote|>She still kept her eyes on a far-off point.</|quote|>“What he will have seen--that I feel we’re too good | different.” “Different?” he almost shouted-- “_how_, different?” She didn’t look at him for it, but she was none the less strongly distinct “He has _been_ here--and that has done it He knows,” she admirably emphasised. “Knows what I think of him, no doubt--for a brazen young prevaricator! But what else?”<|quote|>She st... | to do nothing,” she replied after a pause; and the face she turned to him had grown suddenly tragic. “I’ve no word to take back, for none passed between us; but I _won’t_ do what I mentioned and what you at once laughed at Because,” she finished, “the case is different.” “Different?” he almost shouted-- “_how_, differe... | accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.” To which, while, turning pale, she said nothing, he added: “You recognise that you profess yourself ready----” “Not again to see him,” she now answered, “if you tell me the picture’s safe? Yes, I recognise that I _was_ ready--as well as how scornfully littl... | though without looking at her; “and as strikingly encouraged as he was respectfully ardent!” “Encouraged by _you_, dear father, beyond doubt!” “Encouraged--er--by every one: because you were (yes, you _were!_) encouraging. And what I ask of you now is a word of common candour as to whether you didn’t, on your honour, t... | 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 Theign where he had been standing and his daughter on the spot from which she had not moved... | Lord John my lover?” “He was your suitor most assuredly,” Lord Theign inimitably said, though without looking at her; “and as strikingly encouraged as he was respectfully ardent!” “Encouraged by _you_, dear father, beyond doubt!” “Encouraged--er--by every one: because you were (yes, you _were!_) encouraging. And what I... | The Outcry |
“What he will have seen--that I feel we’re too good friends.” | Grace | eyes on a far-off point.<|quote|>“What he will have seen--that I feel we’re too good friends.”</|quote|>“Then your denial of it’s | else?” She still kept her eyes on a far-off point.<|quote|>“What he will have seen--that I feel we’re too good friends.”</|quote|>“Then your denial of it’s false,” her father fairly thundered-- | look at him for it, but she was none the less strongly distinct “He has _been_ here--and that has done it He knows,” she admirably emphasised. “Knows what I think of him, no doubt--for a brazen young prevaricator! But what else?” She still kept her eyes on a far-off point.<|quote|>“What he will have seen--that I feel w... | the face she turned to him had grown suddenly tragic. “I’ve no word to take back, for none passed between us; but I _won’t_ do what I mentioned and what you at once laughed at Because,” she finished, “the case is different.” “Different?” he almost shouted-- “_how_, different?” She didn’t look at him for it, but she was... | to Mr. Crimble.” To which, while, turning pale, she said nothing, he added: “You recognise that you profess yourself ready----” “Not again to see him,” she now answered, “if you tell me the picture’s safe? Yes, I recognise that I _was_ ready--as well as how scornfully little you then were!” “Never mind what I then was-... | as he was respectfully ardent!” “Encouraged by _you_, dear father, beyond doubt!” “Encouraged--er--by every one: because you were (yes, you _were!_) encouraging. And what I ask of you now is a word of common candour as to whether you didn’t, on your honour, turn him off because of your just then so stimulated views on ... | 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 turn about as... | more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!” He brushed away her logic-chopping. “If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.” To which, while, turning pale, she said nothing, he added: “You recognise that you profess you... | The Outcry |
“Then your denial of it’s false,” | Theign | feel we’re too good friends.”<|quote|>“Then your denial of it’s false,”</|quote|>her father fairly thundered-- “and | he will have seen--that I feel we’re too good friends.”<|quote|>“Then your denial of it’s false,”</|quote|>her father fairly thundered-- “and you _are_ infatuated?” It made | strongly distinct “He has _been_ here--and that has done it He knows,” she admirably emphasised. “Knows what I think of him, no doubt--for a brazen young prevaricator! But what else?” She still kept her eyes on a far-off point. “What he will have seen--that I feel we’re too good friends.”<|quote|>“Then your denial of i... | no word to take back, for none passed between us; but I _won’t_ do what I mentioned and what you at once laughed at Because,” she finished, “the case is different.” “Different?” he almost shouted-- “_how_, different?” She didn’t look at him for it, but she was none the less strongly distinct “He has _been_ here--and th... | he added: “You recognise that you profess yourself ready----” “Not again to see him,” she now answered, “if you tell me the picture’s safe? Yes, I recognise that I _was_ ready--as well as how scornfully little you then were!” “Never mind what I then was--the question’s of what I actually am, since I close with you on i... | doubt!” “Encouraged--er--by every one: because you were (yes, you _were!_) encouraging. And what I ask of you now is a word of common candour as to whether you didn’t, on your honour, turn him off because of your just then so stimulated views on the person who has been with us.” Grace replied but after an instant, as m... | 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 turn about as if inferring by the silence that the intruder had withdrawn.... | so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.” To which, while, turning pale, she said nothing, he added: “You recognise that you profess yourself ready----” “Not again to see him,” she now answered, “if you tell me the picture’s safe? Yes, I rec... | The Outcry |
her father fairly thundered-- | No speaker | your denial of it’s false,”<|quote|>her father fairly thundered--</|quote|>“and you _are_ infatuated?” It | we’re too good friends.” “Then your denial of it’s false,”<|quote|>her father fairly thundered--</|quote|>“and you _are_ infatuated?” It made her the more quiet. | that has done it He knows,” she admirably emphasised. “Knows what I think of him, no doubt--for a brazen young prevaricator! But what else?” She still kept her eyes on a far-off point. “What he will have seen--that I feel we’re too good friends.” “Then your denial of it’s false,”<|quote|>her father fairly thundered--</... | none passed between us; but I _won’t_ do what I mentioned and what you at once laughed at Because,” she finished, “the case is different.” “Different?” he almost shouted-- “_how_, different?” She didn’t look at him for it, but she was none the less strongly distinct “He has _been_ here--and that has done it He knows,” ... | profess yourself ready----” “Not again to see him,” she now answered, “if you tell me the picture’s safe? Yes, I recognise that I _was_ ready--as well as how scornfully little you then were!” “Never mind what I then was--the question’s of what I actually am, since I close with you on it The picture’s therefore as safe ... | were (yes, you _were!_) encouraging. And what I ask of you now is a word of common candour as to whether you didn’t, on your honour, turn him off because of your just then so stimulated views on the person who has been with us.” Grace replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could say--moved above... | 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 young man your lover... | a moment ago that I should all the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!” He brushed away her logic-chopping. “If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.” To which, while, turning pale, she said nothing, he added: ... | The Outcry |
“and you _are_ infatuated?” | Grace | false,” her father fairly thundered--<|quote|>“and you _are_ infatuated?”</|quote|>It made her the more | “Then your denial of it’s false,” her father fairly thundered--<|quote|>“and you _are_ infatuated?”</|quote|>It made her the more quiet. “I like him very | He knows,” she admirably emphasised. “Knows what I think of him, no doubt--for a brazen young prevaricator! But what else?” She still kept her eyes on a far-off point. “What he will have seen--that I feel we’re too good friends.” “Then your denial of it’s false,” her father fairly thundered--<|quote|>“and you _are_ inf... | but I _won’t_ do what I mentioned and what you at once laughed at Because,” she finished, “the case is different.” “Different?” he almost shouted-- “_how_, different?” She didn’t look at him for it, but she was none the less strongly distinct “He has _been_ here--and that has done it He knows,” she admirably emphasised... | again to see him,” she now answered, “if you tell me the picture’s safe? Yes, I recognise that I _was_ ready--as well as how scornfully little you then were!” “Never mind what I then was--the question’s of what I actually am, since I close with you on it The picture’s therefore as safe as you please,” Lord Theign pursu... | encouraging. And what I ask of you now is a word of common candour as to whether you didn’t, on your honour, turn him off because of your just then so stimulated views on the person who has been with us.” Grace replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could say--moved above all, in her trouble and... | 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 young man your lover?” he said as he drew a... | fortunate as to have one!” “You renounced poor John mightily easily--whom you were so fortunate as to have!” Her brows rose as high as his own had ever done. “Do you call Lord John my lover?” “He was your suitor most assuredly,” Lord Theign inimitably said, though without looking at her; “and as strikingly encouraged a... | The Outcry |
It made her the more quiet. | No speaker | thundered-- “and you _are_ infatuated?”<|quote|>It made her the more quiet.</|quote|>“I like him very much.” | it’s false,” her father fairly thundered-- “and you _are_ infatuated?”<|quote|>It made her the more quiet.</|quote|>“I like him very much.” “So that your row about | emphasised. “Knows what I think of him, no doubt--for a brazen young prevaricator! But what else?” She still kept her eyes on a far-off point. “What he will have seen--that I feel we’re too good friends.” “Then your denial of it’s false,” her father fairly thundered-- “and you _are_ infatuated?”<|quote|>It made her the... | what I mentioned and what you at once laughed at Because,” she finished, “the case is different.” “Different?” he almost shouted-- “_how_, different?” She didn’t look at him for it, but she was none the less strongly distinct “He has _been_ here--and that has done it He knows,” she admirably emphasised. “Knows what I t... | she now answered, “if you tell me the picture’s safe? Yes, I recognise that I _was_ ready--as well as how scornfully little you then were!” “Never mind what I then was--the question’s of what I actually am, since I close with you on it The picture’s therefore as safe as you please,” Lord Theign pursued, “if you’ll do w... | ask of you now is a word of common candour as to whether you didn’t, on your honour, turn him off because of your just then so stimulated views on the person who has been with us.” Grace replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could say--moved above all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by ot... | 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 young man your lover?” he said as he drew again near. Lady Grace... | meets your curiosity.” She might, wronged as she held herself, have felt him stupid not to see _how_ wronged; but he was in any case acute for an evasion. “You risked your offer for the great equivalent over which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.” “Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I grant you and don’t blush for! But... | The Outcry |
“I like him very much.” | Grace | made her the more quiet.<|quote|>“I like him very much.”</|quote|>“So that your row about | “and you _are_ infatuated?” It made her the more quiet.<|quote|>“I like him very much.”</|quote|>“So that your row about the picture,” he demanded with | him, no doubt--for a brazen young prevaricator! But what else?” She still kept her eyes on a far-off point. “What he will have seen--that I feel we’re too good friends.” “Then your denial of it’s false,” her father fairly thundered-- “and you _are_ infatuated?” It made her the more quiet.<|quote|>“I like him very much.... | at once laughed at Because,” she finished, “the case is different.” “Different?” he almost shouted-- “_how_, different?” She didn’t look at him for it, but she was none the less strongly distinct “He has _been_ here--and that has done it He knows,” she admirably emphasised. “Knows what I think of him, no doubt--for a b... | me the picture’s safe? Yes, I recognise that I _was_ ready--as well as how scornfully little you then were!” “Never mind what I then was--the question’s of what I actually am, since I close with you on it The picture’s therefore as safe as you please,” Lord Theign pursued, “if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.” “... | word of common candour as to whether you didn’t, on your honour, turn him off because of your just then so stimulated views on the person who has been with us.” Grace replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could say--moved above all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by other things than hars... | 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, but spoke ... | with us.” Grace replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could say--moved above all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by other things than harshness: “Oh father, father, father----!” He searched her through all the compassion of her cry, but appeared to give way to her sincerity. “Well then if... | The Outcry |
“So that your row about the picture,” | Theign | “I like him very much.”<|quote|>“So that your row about the picture,”</|quote|>he demanded with passion, “has | made her the more quiet. “I like him very much.”<|quote|>“So that your row about the picture,”</|quote|>he demanded with passion, “has been all a blind?” And | young prevaricator! But what else?” She still kept her eyes on a far-off point. “What he will have seen--that I feel we’re too good friends.” “Then your denial of it’s false,” her father fairly thundered-- “and you _are_ infatuated?” It made her the more quiet. “I like him very much.”<|quote|>“So that your row about th... | she finished, “the case is different.” “Different?” he almost shouted-- “_how_, different?” She didn’t look at him for it, but she was none the less strongly distinct “He has _been_ here--and that has done it He knows,” she admirably emphasised. “Knows what I think of him, no doubt--for a brazen young prevaricator! But... | I recognise that I _was_ ready--as well as how scornfully little you then were!” “Never mind what I then was--the question’s of what I actually am, since I close with you on it The picture’s therefore as safe as you please,” Lord Theign pursued, “if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.” “I engaged to do nothing,” sh... | to whether you didn’t, on your honour, turn him off because of your just then so stimulated views on the person who has been with us.” Grace replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could say--moved above all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by other things than harshness: “Oh father, father,... | 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, but spoke as quietly as if she had been... | as she held herself, have felt him stupid not to see _how_ wronged; but he was in any case acute for an evasion. “You risked your offer for the great equivalent over which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.” “Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I grant you and don’t blush for! But hardly so much as to renounce my ‘lover’-... | The Outcry |
he demanded with passion, | No speaker | your row about the picture,”<|quote|>he demanded with passion,</|quote|>“has been all a blind?” | him very much.” “So that your row about the picture,”<|quote|>he demanded with passion,</|quote|>“has been all a blind?” And then as her quietness | kept her eyes on a far-off point. “What he will have seen--that I feel we’re too good friends.” “Then your denial of it’s false,” her father fairly thundered-- “and you _are_ infatuated?” It made her the more quiet. “I like him very much.” “So that your row about the picture,”<|quote|>he demanded with passion,</|quote|... | he almost shouted-- “_how_, different?” She didn’t look at him for it, but she was none the less strongly distinct “He has _been_ here--and that has done it He knows,” she admirably emphasised. “Knows what I think of him, no doubt--for a brazen young prevaricator! But what else?” She still kept her eyes on a far-off po... | as how scornfully little you then were!” “Never mind what I then was--the question’s of what I actually am, since I close with you on it The picture’s therefore as safe as you please,” Lord Theign pursued, “if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.” “I engaged to do nothing,” she replied after a pause; and the face sh... | turn him off because of your just then so stimulated views on the person who has been with us.” Grace replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could say--moved above all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by other things than harshness: “Oh father, father, father----!” He searched her through a... | 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, but spoke as quietly as if she had been prepared. “Has the question a bearing... | replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could say--moved above all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by other things than harshness: “Oh father, father, father----!” He searched her through all the compassion of her cry, but appeared to give way to her sincerity. “Well then if I _have_ your d... | The Outcry |
“has been all a blind?” | Theign | picture,” he demanded with passion,<|quote|>“has been all a blind?”</|quote|>And then as her quietness | that your row about the picture,” he demanded with passion,<|quote|>“has been all a blind?”</|quote|>And then as her quietness still held her: “And his | a far-off point. “What he will have seen--that I feel we’re too good friends.” “Then your denial of it’s false,” her father fairly thundered-- “and you _are_ infatuated?” It made her the more quiet. “I like him very much.” “So that your row about the picture,” he demanded with passion,<|quote|>“has been all a blind?”</... | different?” She didn’t look at him for it, but she was none the less strongly distinct “He has _been_ here--and that has done it He knows,” she admirably emphasised. “Knows what I think of him, no doubt--for a brazen young prevaricator! But what else?” She still kept her eyes on a far-off point. “What he will have seen... | you then were!” “Never mind what I then was--the question’s of what I actually am, since I close with you on it The picture’s therefore as safe as you please,” Lord Theign pursued, “if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.” “I engaged to do nothing,” she replied after a pause; and the face she turned to him had grown... | of your just then so stimulated views on the person who has been with us.” Grace replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could say--moved above all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by other things than harshness: “Oh father, father, father----!” He searched her through all the compassion of ... | 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 the promise you ... | evasion. “You risked your offer for the great equivalent over which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.” “Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I grant you and don’t blush for! But hardly so much as to renounce my ‘lover’--if,” she prodigiously smiled, “I were so fortunate as to have one!” “You renounced poor John mightily e... | The Outcry |
And then as her quietness still held her: | No speaker | “has been all a blind?”<|quote|>And then as her quietness still held her:</|quote|>“And his a blind as | picture,” he demanded with passion, “has been all a blind?”<|quote|>And then as her quietness still held her:</|quote|>“And his a blind as much--to help him to get | will have seen--that I feel we’re too good friends.” “Then your denial of it’s false,” her father fairly thundered-- “and you _are_ infatuated?” It made her the more quiet. “I like him very much.” “So that your row about the picture,” he demanded with passion, “has been all a blind?”<|quote|>And then as her quietness s... | him for it, but she was none the less strongly distinct “He has _been_ here--and that has done it He knows,” she admirably emphasised. “Knows what I think of him, no doubt--for a brazen young prevaricator! But what else?” She still kept her eyes on a far-off point. “What he will have seen--that I feel we’re too good fr... | what I then was--the question’s of what I actually am, since I close with you on it The picture’s therefore as safe as you please,” Lord Theign pursued, “if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.” “I engaged to do nothing,” she replied after a pause; and the face she turned to him had grown suddenly tragic. “I’ve no w... | stimulated views on the person who has been with us.” Grace replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could say--moved above all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by other things than harshness: “Oh father, father, father----!” He searched her through all the compassion of her cry, but appeared... | 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 the promise you a short time ago deman... | so stimulated views on the person who has been with us.” Grace replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could say--moved above all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by other things than harshness: “Oh father, father, father----!” He searched her through all the compassion of her cry, but appea... | The Outcry |
“And his a blind as much--to help him to get _at_ you?” | Theign | her quietness still held her:<|quote|>“And his a blind as much--to help him to get _at_ you?”</|quote|>She looked at him again | a blind?” And then as her quietness still held her:<|quote|>“And his a blind as much--to help him to get _at_ you?”</|quote|>She looked at him again now. “He must speak for | friends.” “Then your denial of it’s false,” her father fairly thundered-- “and you _are_ infatuated?” It made her the more quiet. “I like him very much.” “So that your row about the picture,” he demanded with passion, “has been all a blind?” And then as her quietness still held her:<|quote|>“And his a blind as much--to... | less strongly distinct “He has _been_ here--and that has done it He knows,” she admirably emphasised. “Knows what I think of him, no doubt--for a brazen young prevaricator! But what else?” She still kept her eyes on a far-off point. “What he will have seen--that I feel we’re too good friends.” “Then your denial of it’s... | actually am, since I close with you on it The picture’s therefore as safe as you please,” Lord Theign pursued, “if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.” “I engaged to do nothing,” she replied after a pause; and the face she turned to him had grown suddenly tragic. “I’ve no word to take back, for none passed between ... | with us.” Grace replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could say--moved above all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by other things than harshness: “Oh father, father, father----!” He searched her through all the compassion of her cry, but appeared to give way to her sincerity. “Well then if... | 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 extraord... | she held herself, have felt him stupid not to see _how_ wronged; but he was in any case acute for an evasion. “You risked your offer for the great equivalent over which you’ve so wildly worked yourself up.” “Yes, I’ve worked myself--that, I grant you and don’t blush for! But hardly so much as to renounce my ‘lover’--if... | The Outcry |
She looked at him again now. | No speaker | him to get _at_ you?”<|quote|>She looked at him again now.</|quote|>“He must speak for himself. | a blind as much--to help him to get _at_ you?”<|quote|>She looked at him again now.</|quote|>“He must speak for himself. I’ve said what I mean.” | you _are_ infatuated?” It made her the more quiet. “I like him very much.” “So that your row about the picture,” he demanded with passion, “has been all a blind?” And then as her quietness still held her: “And his a blind as much--to help him to get _at_ you?”<|quote|>She looked at him again now.</|quote|>“He must spea... | knows,” she admirably emphasised. “Knows what I think of him, no doubt--for a brazen young prevaricator! But what else?” She still kept her eyes on a far-off point. “What he will have seen--that I feel we’re too good friends.” “Then your denial of it’s false,” her father fairly thundered-- “and you _are_ infatuated?” I... | as safe as you please,” Lord Theign pursued, “if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.” “I engaged to do nothing,” she replied after a pause; and the face she turned to him had grown suddenly tragic. “I’ve no word to take back, for none passed between us; but I _won’t_ do what I mentioned and what you at once laughed... | things than she could say--moved above all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by other things than harshness: “Oh father, father, father----!” He searched her through all the compassion of her cry, but appeared to give way to her sincerity. “Well then if I _have_ your denial I take it as answering my whole question-... | 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 extraordinary appearance of your intimacy with him!” “You mean that if he _sho... | other case--that of there _being_ something!” He brushed away her logic-chopping. “If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.” To which, while, turning pale, she said nothing, he added: “You recognise that you profess yourself ready-... | The Outcry |
“He must speak for himself. I’ve said what I mean.” | Grace | looked at him again now.<|quote|>“He must speak for himself. I’ve said what I mean.”</|quote|>“But what the devil _do_ | to get _at_ you?” She looked at him again now.<|quote|>“He must speak for himself. I’ve said what I mean.”</|quote|>“But what the devil _do_ you mean?” Lord Theign, taking | the more quiet. “I like him very much.” “So that your row about the picture,” he demanded with passion, “has been all a blind?” And then as her quietness still held her: “And his a blind as much--to help him to get _at_ you?” She looked at him again now.<|quote|>“He must speak for himself. I’ve said what I mean.”</|quo... | I think of him, no doubt--for a brazen young prevaricator! But what else?” She still kept her eyes on a far-off point. “What he will have seen--that I feel we’re too good friends.” “Then your denial of it’s false,” her father fairly thundered-- “and you _are_ infatuated?” It made her the more quiet. “I like him very mu... | Theign pursued, “if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.” “I engaged to do nothing,” she replied after a pause; and the face she turned to him had grown suddenly tragic. “I’ve no word to take back, for none passed between us; but I _won’t_ do what I mentioned and what you at once laughed at Because,” she finished, “... | all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by other things than harshness: “Oh father, father, father----!” He searched her through all the compassion of her cry, but appeared to give way to her sincerity. “Well then if I _have_ your denial I take it as answering my whole question--in a manner that satisfies me. If ther... | 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!” “You mean that if he _should_ be--what you ask me about--... | didn’t, on your honour, turn him off because of your just then so stimulated views on the person who has been with us.” Grace replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could say--moved above all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by other things than harshness: “Oh father, father, father----!” H... | The Outcry |
“But what the devil _do_ you mean?” | Theign | I’ve said what I mean.”<|quote|>“But what the devil _do_ you mean?”</|quote|>Lord Theign, taking in the | “He must speak for himself. I’ve said what I mean.”<|quote|>“But what the devil _do_ you mean?”</|quote|>Lord Theign, taking in the hour, had reached the door | your row about the picture,” he demanded with passion, “has been all a blind?” And then as her quietness still held her: “And his a blind as much--to help him to get _at_ you?” She looked at him again now. “He must speak for himself. I’ve said what I mean.”<|quote|>“But what the devil _do_ you mean?”</|quote|>Lord Thei... | But what else?” She still kept her eyes on a far-off point. “What he will have seen--that I feel we’re too good friends.” “Then your denial of it’s false,” her father fairly thundered-- “and you _are_ infatuated?” It made her the more quiet. “I like him very much.” “So that your row about the picture,” he demanded with... | to.” “I engaged to do nothing,” she replied after a pause; and the face she turned to him had grown suddenly tragic. “I’ve no word to take back, for none passed between us; but I _won’t_ do what I mentioned and what you at once laughed at Because,” she finished, “the case is different.” “Different?” he almost shouted--... | other things than harshness: “Oh father, father, father----!” He searched her through all the compassion of her cry, but appeared to give way to her sincerity. “Well then if I _have_ your denial I take it as answering my whole question--in a manner that satisfies me. If there’s nothing, on your word, of that sort betwe... | 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!” “You mean that if he _should_ be--what you ask me about--your exaction would then be modified?” “My request ... | had ever done. “Do you call Lord John my lover?” “He was your suitor most assuredly,” Lord Theign inimitably said, though without looking at her; “and as strikingly encouraged as he was respectfully ardent!” “Encouraged by _you_, dear father, beyond doubt!” “Encouraged--er--by every one: because you were (yes, you _wer... | The Outcry |
Lord Theign, taking in the hour, had reached the door as in supremely baffled conclusion and with a sense of time lamentably lost. Their eyes met upon it all dreadfully across the wide space, and, hurried and incommoded as she saw him, she yet made him still stand a minute. Then she let everything go. | No speaker | the devil _do_ you mean?”<|quote|>Lord Theign, taking in the hour, had reached the door as in supremely baffled conclusion and with a sense of time lamentably lost. Their eyes met upon it all dreadfully across the wide space, and, hurried and incommoded as she saw him, she yet made him still stand a minute. Then she l... | what I mean.” “But what the devil _do_ you mean?”<|quote|>Lord Theign, taking in the hour, had reached the door as in supremely baffled conclusion and with a sense of time lamentably lost. Their eyes met upon it all dreadfully across the wide space, and, hurried and incommoded as she saw him, she yet made him still st... | with passion, “has been all a blind?” And then as her quietness still held her: “And his a blind as much--to help him to get _at_ you?” She looked at him again now. “He must speak for himself. I’ve said what I mean.” “But what the devil _do_ you mean?”<|quote|>Lord Theign, taking in the hour, had reached the door as in... | eyes on a far-off point. “What he will have seen--that I feel we’re too good friends.” “Then your denial of it’s false,” her father fairly thundered-- “and you _are_ infatuated?” It made her the more quiet. “I like him very much.” “So that your row about the picture,” he demanded with passion, “has been all a blind?” A... | replied after a pause; and the face she turned to him had grown suddenly tragic. “I’ve no word to take back, for none passed between us; but I _won’t_ do what I mentioned and what you at once laughed at Because,” she finished, “the case is different.” “Different?” he almost shouted-- “_how_, different?” She didn’t look... | father----!” He searched her through all the compassion of her cry, but appeared to give way to her sincerity. “Well then if I _have_ your denial I take it as answering my whole question--in a manner that satisfies me. If there’s nothing, on your word, of that sort between you, you can all the more drop him.” “But you ... | 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?” “My request that you break it short off? Th... | up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.” To which, while, turning pale, she said nothing, he added: “You recognise that you profess yourself ready----” “Not again to see him,” she now answered, “if you tell me the picture’s safe? Yes, I recognise that I _was_ ready--as well as... | The Outcry |
“Do what you like with the picture!” | Grace | Then she let everything go.<|quote|>“Do what you like with the picture!”</|quote|>He jerked up his arm | him still stand a minute. Then she let everything go.<|quote|>“Do what you like with the picture!”</|quote|>He jerked up his arm and guarding hand as before | hour, had reached the door as in supremely baffled conclusion and with a sense of time lamentably lost. Their eyes met upon it all dreadfully across the wide space, and, hurried and incommoded as she saw him, she yet made him still stand a minute. Then she let everything go.<|quote|>“Do what you like with the picture!”... | a blind?” And then as her quietness still held her: “And his a blind as much--to help him to get _at_ you?” She looked at him again now. “He must speak for himself. I’ve said what I mean.” “But what the devil _do_ you mean?” Lord Theign, taking in the hour, had reached the door as in supremely baffled conclusion and wi... | look at him for it, but she was none the less strongly distinct “He has _been_ here--and that has done it He knows,” she admirably emphasised. “Knows what I think of him, no doubt--for a brazen young prevaricator! But what else?” She still kept her eyes on a far-off point. “What he will have seen--that I feel we’re too... | drop him.” “But you said a moment ago that I should all the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!” He brushed away her logic-chopping. “If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.” To which, while, turning pale, she... | short off? That request would, on the contrary,” Lord Theign pronounced, “rest on an immense new ground. Therefore I insist on your telling me the truth.” “Won’t the truth be before you, father, if you’ll _think_ a moment--without extravagance?” After which, while, as stiffly as ever--and it probably seemed to her impa... | _won’t_ do what I mentioned and what you at once laughed at Because,” she finished, “the case is different.” “Different?” he almost shouted-- “_how_, different?” She didn’t look at him for it, but she was none the less strongly distinct “He has _been_ here--and that has done it He knows,” she admirably emphasised. “Kno... | The Outcry |
He jerked up his arm and guarding hand as before a levelled blow at his face, and with the other hand flung open the door, having done with her now and immediately lost to sight. Left alone she stood a moment looking before her; then with a vague advance, held apparently by a quickly growing sense of the implication of... | No speaker | you like with the picture!”<|quote|>He jerked up his arm and guarding hand as before a levelled blow at his face, and with the other hand flung open the door, having done with her now and immediately lost to sight. Left alone she stood a moment looking before her; then with a vague advance, held apparently by a quickly... | let everything go. “Do what you like with the picture!”<|quote|>He jerked up his arm and guarding hand as before a levelled blow at his face, and with the other hand flung open the door, having done with her now and immediately lost to sight. Left alone she stood a moment looking before her; then with a vague advance, ... | supremely baffled conclusion and with a sense of time lamentably lost. Their eyes met upon it all dreadfully across the wide space, and, hurried and incommoded as she saw him, she yet made him still stand a minute. Then she let everything go. “Do what you like with the picture!”<|quote|>He jerked up his arm and guardin... | still held her: “And his a blind as much--to help him to get _at_ you?” She looked at him again now. “He must speak for himself. I’ve said what I mean.” “But what the devil _do_ you mean?” Lord Theign, taking in the hour, had reached the door as in supremely baffled conclusion and with a sense of time lamentably lost. ... | was none the less strongly distinct “He has _been_ here--and that has done it He knows,” she admirably emphasised. “Knows what I think of him, no doubt--for a brazen young prevaricator! But what else?” She still kept her eyes on a far-off point. “What he will have seen--that I feel we’re too good friends.” “Then your d... | ago that I should all the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!” He brushed away her logic-chopping. “If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.” To which, while, turning pale, she said nothing, he added: “You reco... | contrary,” Lord Theign pronounced, “rest on an immense new ground. Therefore I insist on your telling me the truth.” “Won’t the truth be before you, father, if you’ll _think_ a moment--without extravagance?” After which, while, as stiffly as ever--and it probably seemed to her impatience as stupidly--he didn’t rise to ... | I then was--the question’s of what I actually am, since I close with you on it The picture’s therefore as safe as you please,” Lord Theign pursued, “if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.” “I engaged to do nothing,” she replied after a pause; and the face she turned to him had grown suddenly tragic. “I’ve no word t... | The Outcry |
“Am I right, Lady Grace, am I right?--to have _come_, I mean, after so many days of not hearing, not knowing, and perhaps, all too stupidly, not trying.” | Crimble | asked for confirmation of it.<|quote|>“Am I right, Lady Grace, am I right?--to have _come_, I mean, after so many days of not hearing, not knowing, and perhaps, all too stupidly, not trying.”</|quote|>And he went on as, | though he then at once asked for confirmation of it.<|quote|>“Am I right, Lady Grace, am I right?--to have _come_, I mean, after so many days of not hearing, not knowing, and perhaps, all too stupidly, not trying.”</|quote|>And he went on as, still with her eyes on | hereupon no instant exchange of words; their exchange was mute--they but paused where they were; while the silence of each evidently tested the other for full confidence. A measure of this comfort came first, it would have appeared, to Hugh; though he then at once asked for confirmation of it.<|quote|>“Am I right, Lady... | he stopped an instant before a long glass suspended between two windows. Just as he turned from that brief and perhaps not wholly gratified inspection Lady Grace--that he had sent up his name to whom was immediately apparent--presented herself at the entrance from the other room. These young persons had hereupon no ins... | advance, held apparently by a quickly growing sense of the implication of her act, reached a table where she remained a little, deep afresh in thought--only the next thing to fall into a chair close to it and there, with her elbows on it, yield to the impulse of covering her flushed face with her hands. BOOK THIRD I HU... | I feel we’re too good friends.” “Then your denial of it’s false,” her father fairly thundered-- “and you _are_ infatuated?” It made her the more quiet. “I like him very much.” “So that your row about the picture,” he demanded with passion, “has been all a blind?” And then as her quietness still held her: “And his a bli... | “Encouraged by _you_, dear father, beyond doubt!” “Encouraged--er--by every one: because you were (yes, you _were!_) encouraging. And what I ask of you now is a word of common candour as to whether you didn’t, on your honour, turn him off because of your just then so stimulated views on the person who has been with us.... | knows,” she admirably emphasised. “Knows what I think of him, no doubt--for a brazen young prevaricator! But what else?” She still kept her eyes on a far-off point. “What he will have seen--that I feel we’re too good friends.” “Then your denial of it’s false,” her father fairly thundered-- “and you _are_ infatuated?” I... | The Outcry |
And he went on as, still with her eyes on him, she didn’t speak; though, only, we should have guessed, from her stress of emotion. | No speaker | all too stupidly, not trying.”<|quote|>And he went on as, still with her eyes on him, she didn’t speak; though, only, we should have guessed, from her stress of emotion.</|quote|>“Even if I’m wrong, let | hearing, not knowing, and perhaps, all too stupidly, not trying.”<|quote|>And he went on as, still with her eyes on him, she didn’t speak; though, only, we should have guessed, from her stress of emotion.</|quote|>“Even if I’m wrong, let me tell you, I don’t | measure of this comfort came first, it would have appeared, to Hugh; though he then at once asked for confirmation of it. “Am I right, Lady Grace, am I right?--to have _come_, I mean, after so many days of not hearing, not knowing, and perhaps, all too stupidly, not trying.”<|quote|>And he went on as, still with her ey... | had sent up his name to whom was immediately apparent--presented herself at the entrance from the other room. These young persons had hereupon no instant exchange of words; their exchange was mute--they but paused where they were; while the silence of each evidently tested the other for full confidence. A measure of th... | thing to fall into a chair close to it and there, with her elbows on it, yield to the impulse of covering her flushed face with her hands. BOOK THIRD I HUGH CRIMBLE waited again in the Bruton Street drawing-room--this time at the afternoon hour; he restlessly shifted his place, looked at things about him without seeing... | him very much.” “So that your row about the picture,” he demanded with passion, “has been all a blind?” And then as her quietness still held her: “And his a blind as much--to help him to get _at_ you?” She looked at him again now. “He must speak for himself. I’ve said what I mean.” “But what the devil _do_ you mean?” L... | common candour as to whether you didn’t, on your honour, turn him off because of your just then so stimulated views on the person who has been with us.” Grace replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could say--moved above all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by other things than harshness: “... | speak for himself. I’ve said what I mean.” “But what the devil _do_ you mean?” Lord Theign, taking in the hour, had reached the door as in supremely baffled conclusion and with a sense of time lamentably lost. Their eyes met upon it all dreadfully across the wide space, and, hurried and incommoded as she saw him, she ... | The Outcry |
“Even if I’m wrong, let me tell you, I don’t care--simply because, whatever new difficulty I may have brought about for you here a fortnight ago, there’s something that to-day adds to my doubt and my fear too great a pang, and that has made me feel I can scarce bear the suspense of them as they are.” | Crimble | from her stress of emotion.<|quote|>“Even if I’m wrong, let me tell you, I don’t care--simply because, whatever new difficulty I may have brought about for you here a fortnight ago, there’s something that to-day adds to my doubt and my fear too great a pang, and that has made me feel I can scarce bear the suspense of t... | only, we should have guessed, from her stress of emotion.<|quote|>“Even if I’m wrong, let me tell you, I don’t care--simply because, whatever new difficulty I may have brought about for you here a fortnight ago, there’s something that to-day adds to my doubt and my fear too great a pang, and that has made me feel I can... | Lady Grace, am I right?--to have _come_, I mean, after so many days of not hearing, not knowing, and perhaps, all too stupidly, not trying.” And he went on as, still with her eyes on him, she didn’t speak; though, only, we should have guessed, from her stress of emotion.<|quote|>“Even if I’m wrong, let me tell you, I d... | exchange of words; their exchange was mute--they but paused where they were; while the silence of each evidently tested the other for full confidence. A measure of this comfort came first, it would have appeared, to Hugh; though he then at once asked for confirmation of it. “Am I right, Lady Grace, am I right?--to have... | with her hands. BOOK THIRD I HUGH CRIMBLE waited again in the Bruton Street drawing-room--this time at the afternoon hour; he restlessly shifted his place, looked at things about him without seeing them; all he saw, all he outwardly studied, was his own face and figure as he stopped an instant before a long glass suspe... | held her: “And his a blind as much--to help him to get _at_ you?” She looked at him again now. “He must speak for himself. I’ve said what I mean.” “But what the devil _do_ you mean?” Lord Theign, taking in the hour, had reached the door as in supremely baffled conclusion and with a sense of time lamentably lost. Their... | has been with us.” Grace replied but after an instant, as moved by more things than she could say--moved above all, in her trouble and her pity for him, by other things than harshness: “Oh father, father, father----!” He searched her through all the compassion of her cry, but appeared to give way to her sincerity. “Wel... | to it and there, with her elbows on it, yield to the impulse of covering her flushed face with her hands. BOOK THIRD I HUGH CRIMBLE waited again in the Bruton Street drawing-room--this time at the afternoon hour; he restlessly shifted his place, looked at things about him without seeing them; all he saw, all he outward... | The Outcry |
The girl came nearer, and if her grave face expressed a pity it yet declined a dread. | No speaker | of them as they are.”<|quote|>The girl came nearer, and if her grave face expressed a pity it yet declined a dread.</|quote|>“Of what suspense do you | can scarce bear the suspense of them as they are.”<|quote|>The girl came nearer, and if her grave face expressed a pity it yet declined a dread.</|quote|>“Of what suspense do you speak? Your still being without | I don’t care--simply because, whatever new difficulty I may have brought about for you here a fortnight ago, there’s something that to-day adds to my doubt and my fear too great a pang, and that has made me feel I can scarce bear the suspense of them as they are.”<|quote|>The girl came nearer, and if her grave face exp... | mean, after so many days of not hearing, not knowing, and perhaps, all too stupidly, not trying.” And he went on as, still with her eyes on him, she didn’t speak; though, only, we should have guessed, from her stress of emotion. “Even if I’m wrong, let me tell you, I don’t care--simply because, whatever new difficulty ... | windows. Just as he turned from that brief and perhaps not wholly gratified inspection Lady Grace--that he had sent up his name to whom was immediately apparent--presented herself at the entrance from the other room. These young persons had hereupon no instant exchange of words; their exchange was mute--they but paused... | lamentably lost. Their eyes met upon it all dreadfully across the wide space, and, hurried and incommoded as she saw him, she yet made him still stand a minute. Then she let everything go. “Do what you like with the picture!” He jerked up his arm and guarding hand as before a levelled blow at his face, and with the oth... | if I _have_ your denial I take it as answering my whole question--in a manner that satisfies me. If there’s nothing, on your word, of that sort between you, you can all the more drop him.” “But you said a moment ago that I should all the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!” He brushed away her logi... | vague advance, held apparently by a quickly growing sense of the implication of her act, reached a table where she remained a little, deep afresh in thought--only the next thing to fall into a chair close to it and there, with her elbows on it, yield to the impulse of covering her flushed face with her hands. BOOK THIR... | The Outcry |
“Of what suspense do you speak? Your still being without the other opinion--?” | Grace | it yet declined a dread.<|quote|>“Of what suspense do you speak? Your still being without the other opinion--?”</|quote|>“Ah, that worries me, yes; | grave face expressed a pity it yet declined a dread.<|quote|>“Of what suspense do you speak? Your still being without the other opinion--?”</|quote|>“Ah, that worries me, yes; and all the more, at | ago, there’s something that to-day adds to my doubt and my fear too great a pang, and that has made me feel I can scarce bear the suspense of them as they are.” The girl came nearer, and if her grave face expressed a pity it yet declined a dread.<|quote|>“Of what suspense do you speak? Your still being without the othe... | And he went on as, still with her eyes on him, she didn’t speak; though, only, we should have guessed, from her stress of emotion. “Even if I’m wrong, let me tell you, I don’t care--simply because, whatever new difficulty I may have brought about for you here a fortnight ago, there’s something that to-day adds to my do... | had sent up his name to whom was immediately apparent--presented herself at the entrance from the other room. These young persons had hereupon no instant exchange of words; their exchange was mute--they but paused where they were; while the silence of each evidently tested the other for full confidence. A measure of th... | as she saw him, she yet made him still stand a minute. Then she let everything go. “Do what you like with the picture!” He jerked up his arm and guarding hand as before a levelled blow at his face, and with the other hand flung open the door, having done with her now and immediately lost to sight. Left alone she stood ... | me. If there’s nothing, on your word, of that sort between you, you can all the more drop him.” “But you said a moment ago that I should all the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!” He brushed away her logic-chopping. “If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your ... | the afternoon hour; he restlessly shifted his place, looked at things about him without seeing them; all he saw, all he outwardly studied, was his own face and figure as he stopped an instant before a long glass suspended between two windows. Just as he turned from that brief and perhaps not wholly gratified inspection... | The Outcry |
“Ah, that worries me, yes; and all the more, at this hour, as I say, that--” | Crimble | being without the other opinion--?”<|quote|>“Ah, that worries me, yes; and all the more, at this hour, as I say, that--”</|quote|>He dropped it, however: “I’ll | do you speak? Your still being without the other opinion--?”<|quote|>“Ah, that worries me, yes; and all the more, at this hour, as I say, that--”</|quote|>He dropped it, however: “I’ll tell you in a moment! | great a pang, and that has made me feel I can scarce bear the suspense of them as they are.” The girl came nearer, and if her grave face expressed a pity it yet declined a dread. “Of what suspense do you speak? Your still being without the other opinion--?”<|quote|>“Ah, that worries me, yes; and all the more, at this h... | speak; though, only, we should have guessed, from her stress of emotion. “Even if I’m wrong, let me tell you, I don’t care--simply because, whatever new difficulty I may have brought about for you here a fortnight ago, there’s something that to-day adds to my doubt and my fear too great a pang, and that has made me fee... | entrance from the other room. These young persons had hereupon no instant exchange of words; their exchange was mute--they but paused where they were; while the silence of each evidently tested the other for full confidence. A measure of this comfort came first, it would have appeared, to Hugh; though he then at once a... | she let everything go. “Do what you like with the picture!” He jerked up his arm and guarding hand as before a levelled blow at his face, and with the other hand flung open the door, having done with her now and immediately lost to sight. Left alone she stood a moment looking before her; then with a vague advance, held... | can all the more drop him.” “But you said a moment ago that I should all the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!” He brushed away her logic-chopping. “If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.” To which, while, ... | elbows on it, yield to the impulse of covering her flushed face with her hands. BOOK THIRD I HUGH CRIMBLE waited again in the Bruton Street drawing-room--this time at the afternoon hour; he restlessly shifted his place, looked at things about him without seeing them; all he saw, all he outwardly studied, was his own fa... | The Outcry |
He dropped it, however: | No speaker | hour, as I say, that--”<|quote|>He dropped it, however:</|quote|>“I’ll tell you in a | all the more, at this hour, as I say, that--”<|quote|>He dropped it, however:</|quote|>“I’ll tell you in a moment! My _real_ torment, all | them as they are.” The girl came nearer, and if her grave face expressed a pity it yet declined a dread. “Of what suspense do you speak? Your still being without the other opinion--?” “Ah, that worries me, yes; and all the more, at this hour, as I say, that--”<|quote|>He dropped it, however:</|quote|>“I’ll tell you in ... | let me tell you, I don’t care--simply because, whatever new difficulty I may have brought about for you here a fortnight ago, there’s something that to-day adds to my doubt and my fear too great a pang, and that has made me feel I can scarce bear the suspense of them as they are.” The girl came nearer, and if her grave... | exchange was mute--they but paused where they were; while the silence of each evidently tested the other for full confidence. A measure of this comfort came first, it would have appeared, to Hugh; though he then at once asked for confirmation of it. “Am I right, Lady Grace, am I right?--to have _come_, I mean, after so... | and guarding hand as before a levelled blow at his face, and with the other hand flung open the door, having done with her now and immediately lost to sight. Left alone she stood a moment looking before her; then with a vague advance, held apparently by a quickly growing sense of the implication of her act, reached a t... | the more in the other case--that of there _being_ something!” He brushed away her logic-chopping. “If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.” To which, while, turning pale, she said nothing, he added: “You recognise that you profess... | and with the other hand flung open the door, having done with her now and immediately lost to sight. Left alone she stood a moment looking before her; then with a vague advance, held apparently by a quickly growing sense of the implication of her act, reached a table where she remained a little, deep afresh in thought-... | The Outcry |
“I’ll tell you in a moment! My _real_ torment, all the while, has been not to know, from day to day, what situation, what complication that last scene of ours with your father here has let you in for; and yet at the same time--having no sign nor sound from you!--to see the importance of not making anything possibly wor... | Crimble | that--” He dropped it, however:<|quote|>“I’ll tell you in a moment! My _real_ torment, all the while, has been not to know, from day to day, what situation, what complication that last scene of ours with your father here has let you in for; and yet at the same time--having no sign nor sound from you!--to see the import... | this hour, as I say, that--” He dropped it, however:<|quote|>“I’ll tell you in a moment! My _real_ torment, all the while, has been not to know, from day to day, what situation, what complication that last scene of ours with your father here has let you in for; and yet at the same time--having no sign nor sound from yo... | The girl came nearer, and if her grave face expressed a pity it yet declined a dread. “Of what suspense do you speak? Your still being without the other opinion--?” “Ah, that worries me, yes; and all the more, at this hour, as I say, that--” He dropped it, however:<|quote|>“I’ll tell you in a moment! My _real_ torment,... | I don’t care--simply because, whatever new difficulty I may have brought about for you here a fortnight ago, there’s something that to-day adds to my doubt and my fear too great a pang, and that has made me feel I can scarce bear the suspense of them as they are.” The girl came nearer, and if her grave face expressed a... | paused where they were; while the silence of each evidently tested the other for full confidence. A measure of this comfort came first, it would have appeared, to Hugh; though he then at once asked for confirmation of it. “Am I right, Lady Grace, am I right?--to have _come_, I mean, after so many days of not hearing, n... | before a levelled blow at his face, and with the other hand flung open the door, having done with her now and immediately lost to sight. Left alone she stood a moment looking before her; then with a vague advance, held apparently by a quickly growing sense of the implication of her act, reached a table where she remain... | other case--that of there _being_ something!” He brushed away her logic-chopping. “If you’re so keen then for past remarks I take up your own words--I accept your own terms for your putting an end to Mr. Crimble.” To which, while, turning pale, she said nothing, he added: “You recognise that you profess yourself ready-... | HUGH CRIMBLE waited again in the Bruton Street drawing-room--this time at the afternoon hour; he restlessly shifted his place, looked at things about him without seeing them; all he saw, all he outwardly studied, was his own face and figure as he stopped an instant before a long glass suspended between two windows. Jus... | The Outcry |
he pursued, | No speaker | I’ve been in the dark,”<|quote|>he pursued,</|quote|>“and feeling that I must | approaching you again, however discreetly. I’ve been in the dark,”<|quote|>he pursued,</|quote|>“and feeling that I must leave _you_ there; so that | what situation, what complication that last scene of ours with your father here has let you in for; and yet at the same time--having no sign nor sound from you!--to see the importance of not making anything possibly worse by approaching you again, however discreetly. I’ve been in the dark,”<|quote|>he pursued,</|quote|... | you speak? Your still being without the other opinion--?” “Ah, that worries me, yes; and all the more, at this hour, as I say, that--” He dropped it, however: “I’ll tell you in a moment! My _real_ torment, all the while, has been not to know, from day to day, what situation, what complication that last scene of ours wi... | as, still with her eyes on him, she didn’t speak; though, only, we should have guessed, from her stress of emotion. “Even if I’m wrong, let me tell you, I don’t care--simply because, whatever new difficulty I may have brought about for you here a fortnight ago, there’s something that to-day adds to my doubt and my fear... | a chair close to it and there, with her elbows on it, yield to the impulse of covering her flushed face with her hands. BOOK THIRD I HUGH CRIMBLE waited again in the Bruton Street drawing-room--this time at the afternoon hour; he restlessly shifted his place, looked at things about him without seeing them; all he saw, ... | recognise that I _was_ ready--as well as how scornfully little you then were!” “Never mind what I then was--the question’s of what I actually am, since I close with you on it The picture’s therefore as safe as you please,” Lord Theign pursued, “if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.” “I engaged to do nothing,” she ... | she yet made him still stand a minute. Then she let everything go. “Do what you like with the picture!” He jerked up his arm and guarding hand as before a levelled blow at his face, and with the other hand flung open the door, having done with her now and immediately lost to sight. Left alone she stood a moment looking... | The Outcry |
“and feeling that I must leave _you_ there; so that now--just brutally turning up once more under personal need and at any cost--I don’t know whether I most want or most fear what I may learn from you.” | Crimble | in the dark,” he pursued,<|quote|>“and feeling that I must leave _you_ there; so that now--just brutally turning up once more under personal need and at any cost--I don’t know whether I most want or most fear what I may learn from you.”</|quote|>Lady Grace, listening and watching, | again, however discreetly. I’ve been in the dark,” he pursued,<|quote|>“and feeling that I must leave _you_ there; so that now--just brutally turning up once more under personal need and at any cost--I don’t know whether I most want or most fear what I may learn from you.”</|quote|>Lady Grace, listening and watching, a... | what complication that last scene of ours with your father here has let you in for; and yet at the same time--having no sign nor sound from you!--to see the importance of not making anything possibly worse by approaching you again, however discreetly. I’ve been in the dark,” he pursued,<|quote|>“and feeling that I must... | Your still being without the other opinion--?” “Ah, that worries me, yes; and all the more, at this hour, as I say, that--” He dropped it, however: “I’ll tell you in a moment! My _real_ torment, all the while, has been not to know, from day to day, what situation, what complication that last scene of ours with your fat... | with her eyes on him, she didn’t speak; though, only, we should have guessed, from her stress of emotion. “Even if I’m wrong, let me tell you, I don’t care--simply because, whatever new difficulty I may have brought about for you here a fortnight ago, there’s something that to-day adds to my doubt and my fear too great... | close to it and there, with her elbows on it, yield to the impulse of covering her flushed face with her hands. BOOK THIRD I HUGH CRIMBLE waited again in the Bruton Street drawing-room--this time at the afternoon hour; he restlessly shifted his place, looked at things about him without seeing them; all he saw, all he o... | I _was_ ready--as well as how scornfully little you then were!” “Never mind what I then was--the question’s of what I actually am, since I close with you on it The picture’s therefore as safe as you please,” Lord Theign pursued, “if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.” “I engaged to do nothing,” she replied after a... | mean.” “But what the devil _do_ you mean?” Lord Theign, taking in the hour, had reached the door as in supremely baffled conclusion and with a sense of time lamentably lost. Their eyes met upon it all dreadfully across the wide space, and, hurried and incommoded as she saw him, she yet made him still stand a minute. T... | The Outcry |
Lady Grace, listening and watching, appeared to choose between different ways of meeting this appeal; she had a pacifying, postponing gesture, marked with a beautiful authority, a sign of the value for her of what she gave precedence to and which waved off everything else. | No speaker | I may learn from you.”<|quote|>Lady Grace, listening and watching, appeared to choose between different ways of meeting this appeal; she had a pacifying, postponing gesture, marked with a beautiful authority, a sign of the value for her of what she gave precedence to and which waved off everything else.</|quote|>“Have ... | want or most fear what I may learn from you.”<|quote|>Lady Grace, listening and watching, appeared to choose between different ways of meeting this appeal; she had a pacifying, postponing gesture, marked with a beautiful authority, a sign of the value for her of what she gave precedence to and which waved off everythin... | approaching you again, however discreetly. I’ve been in the dark,” he pursued, “and feeling that I must leave _you_ there; so that now--just brutally turning up once more under personal need and at any cost--I don’t know whether I most want or most fear what I may learn from you.”<|quote|>Lady Grace, listening and watc... | while, has been not to know, from day to day, what situation, what complication that last scene of ours with your father here has let you in for; and yet at the same time--having no sign nor sound from you!--to see the importance of not making anything possibly worse by approaching you again, however discreetly. I’ve b... | about for you here a fortnight ago, there’s something that to-day adds to my doubt and my fear too great a pang, and that has made me feel I can scarce bear the suspense of them as they are.” The girl came nearer, and if her grave face expressed a pity it yet declined a dread. “Of what suspense do you speak? Your still... | hour; he restlessly shifted his place, looked at things about him without seeing them; all he saw, all he outwardly studied, was his own face and figure as he stopped an instant before a long glass suspended between two windows. Just as he turned from that brief and perhaps not wholly gratified inspection Lady Grace--t... | Lord Theign pursued, “if you’ll do what you just now engaged to.” “I engaged to do nothing,” she replied after a pause; and the face she turned to him had grown suddenly tragic. “I’ve no word to take back, for none passed between us; but I _won’t_ do what I mentioned and what you at once laughed at Because,” she finish... | first, it would have appeared, to Hugh; though he then at once asked for confirmation of it. “Am I right, Lady Grace, am I right?--to have _come_, I mean, after so many days of not hearing, not knowing, and perhaps, all too stupidly, not trying.” And he went on as, still with her eyes on him, she didn’t speak; though, ... | The Outcry |
“Have you had--first of all--any news yet of Bardi?” | Grace | which waved off everything else.<|quote|>“Have you had--first of all--any news yet of Bardi?”</|quote|>“That I have is what | she gave precedence to and which waved off everything else.<|quote|>“Have you had--first of all--any news yet of Bardi?”</|quote|>“That I have is what has driven me straight _at_ | I may learn from you.” Lady Grace, listening and watching, appeared to choose between different ways of meeting this appeal; she had a pacifying, postponing gesture, marked with a beautiful authority, a sign of the value for her of what she gave precedence to and which waved off everything else.<|quote|>“Have you had--... | making anything possibly worse by approaching you again, however discreetly. I’ve been in the dark,” he pursued, “and feeling that I must leave _you_ there; so that now--just brutally turning up once more under personal need and at any cost--I don’t know whether I most want or most fear what I may learn from you.” Lady... | her grave face expressed a pity it yet declined a dread. “Of what suspense do you speak? Your still being without the other opinion--?” “Ah, that worries me, yes; and all the more, at this hour, as I say, that--” He dropped it, however: “I’ll tell you in a moment! My _real_ torment, all the while, has been not to know,... | that brief and perhaps not wholly gratified inspection Lady Grace--that he had sent up his name to whom was immediately apparent--presented herself at the entrance from the other room. These young persons had hereupon no instant exchange of words; their exchange was mute--they but paused where they were; while the sile... | I _won’t_ do what I mentioned and what you at once laughed at Because,” she finished, “the case is different.” “Different?” he almost shouted-- “_how_, different?” She didn’t look at him for it, but she was none the less strongly distinct “He has _been_ here--and that has done it He knows,” she admirably emphasised. “K... | all he saw, all he outwardly studied, was his own face and figure as he stopped an instant before a long glass suspended between two windows. Just as he turned from that brief and perhaps not wholly gratified inspection Lady Grace--that he had sent up his name to whom was immediately apparent--presented herself at the ... | The Outcry |
“That I have is what has driven me straight _at_ you again--since I’ve shown you before how I turn to you at a crisis. He has come as I hoped and like a regular good ‘un,” | Crimble | all--any news yet of Bardi?”<|quote|>“That I have is what has driven me straight _at_ you again--since I’ve shown you before how I turn to you at a crisis. He has come as I hoped and like a regular good ‘un,”</|quote|>Hugh was able to state; | else. “Have you had--first of all--any news yet of Bardi?”<|quote|>“That I have is what has driven me straight _at_ you again--since I’ve shown you before how I turn to you at a crisis. He has come as I hoped and like a regular good ‘un,”</|quote|>Hugh was able to state; “I’ve just met him at | watching, appeared to choose between different ways of meeting this appeal; she had a pacifying, postponing gesture, marked with a beautiful authority, a sign of the value for her of what she gave precedence to and which waved off everything else. “Have you had--first of all--any news yet of Bardi?”<|quote|>“That I hav... | discreetly. I’ve been in the dark,” he pursued, “and feeling that I must leave _you_ there; so that now--just brutally turning up once more under personal need and at any cost--I don’t know whether I most want or most fear what I may learn from you.” Lady Grace, listening and watching, appeared to choose between differ... | a dread. “Of what suspense do you speak? Your still being without the other opinion--?” “Ah, that worries me, yes; and all the more, at this hour, as I say, that--” He dropped it, however: “I’ll tell you in a moment! My _real_ torment, all the while, has been not to know, from day to day, what situation, what complicat... | Grace--that he had sent up his name to whom was immediately apparent--presented herself at the entrance from the other room. These young persons had hereupon no instant exchange of words; their exchange was mute--they but paused where they were; while the silence of each evidently tested the other for full confidence. ... | at once laughed at Because,” she finished, “the case is different.” “Different?” he almost shouted-- “_how_, different?” She didn’t look at him for it, but she was none the less strongly distinct “He has _been_ here--and that has done it He knows,” she admirably emphasised. “Knows what I think of him, no doubt--for a b... | on as, still with her eyes on him, she didn’t speak; though, only, we should have guessed, from her stress of emotion. “Even if I’m wrong, let me tell you, I don’t care--simply because, whatever new difficulty I may have brought about for you here a fortnight ago, there’s something that to-day adds to my doubt and my f... | The Outcry |
Hugh was able to state; | No speaker | like a regular good ‘un,”<|quote|>Hugh was able to state;</|quote|>“I’ve just met him at | come as I hoped and like a regular good ‘un,”<|quote|>Hugh was able to state;</|quote|>“I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick | which waved off everything else. “Have you had--first of all--any news yet of Bardi?” “That I have is what has driven me straight _at_ you again--since I’ve shown you before how I turn to you at a crisis. He has come as I hoped and like a regular good ‘un,”<|quote|>Hugh was able to state;</|quote|>“I’ve just met him at... | want or most fear what I may learn from you.” Lady Grace, listening and watching, appeared to choose between different ways of meeting this appeal; she had a pacifying, postponing gesture, marked with a beautiful authority, a sign of the value for her of what she gave precedence to and which waved off everything else. ... | tell you in a moment! My _real_ torment, all the while, has been not to know, from day to day, what situation, what complication that last scene of ours with your father here has let you in for; and yet at the same time--having no sign nor sound from you!--to see the importance of not making anything possibly worse by ... | where they were; while the silence of each evidently tested the other for full confidence. A measure of this comfort came first, it would have appeared, to Hugh; though he then at once asked for confirmation of it. “Am I right, Lady Grace, am I right?--to have _come_, I mean, after so many days of not hearing, not know... | that has done it He knows,” she admirably emphasised. “Knows what I think of him, no doubt--for a brazen young prevaricator! But what else?” She still kept her eyes on a far-off point. “What he will have seen--that I feel we’re too good friends.” “Then your denial of it’s false,” her father fairly thundered-- “and you ... | to fall into a chair close to it and there, with her elbows on it, yield to the impulse of covering her flushed face with her hands. BOOK THIRD I HUGH CRIMBLE waited again in the Bruton Street drawing-room--this time at the afternoon hour; he restlessly shifted his place, looked at things about him without seeing them;... | The Outcry |
“I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath and a change and tea. Then swooping down I whirl him round to Bond Street, where his very fi... | Crimble | Hugh was able to state;<|quote|>“I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath and a change and tea. Then swooping down I whirl him round t... | like a regular good ‘un,” Hugh was able to state;<|quote|>“I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath and a change and tea. Then swoopin... | “Have you had--first of all--any news yet of Bardi?” “That I have is what has driven me straight _at_ you again--since I’ve shown you before how I turn to you at a crisis. He has come as I hoped and like a regular good ‘un,” Hugh was able to state;<|quote|>“I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at ... | I may learn from you.” Lady Grace, listening and watching, appeared to choose between different ways of meeting this appeal; she had a pacifying, postponing gesture, marked with a beautiful authority, a sign of the value for her of what she gave precedence to and which waved off everything else. “Have you had--first of... | My _real_ torment, all the while, has been not to know, from day to day, what situation, what complication that last scene of ours with your father here has let you in for; and yet at the same time--having no sign nor sound from you!--to see the importance of not making anything possibly worse by approaching you again,... | silence of each evidently tested the other for full confidence. A measure of this comfort came first, it would have appeared, to Hugh; though he then at once asked for confirmation of it. “Am I right, Lady Grace, am I right?--to have _come_, I mean, after so many days of not hearing, not knowing, and perhaps, all too s... | knows,” she admirably emphasised. “Knows what I think of him, no doubt--for a brazen young prevaricator! But what else?” She still kept her eyes on a far-off point. “What he will have seen--that I feel we’re too good friends.” “Then your denial of it’s false,” her father fairly thundered-- “and you _are_ infatuated?” I... | with a vague advance, held apparently by a quickly growing sense of the implication of her act, reached a table where she remained a little, deep afresh in thought--only the next thing to fall into a chair close to it and there, with her elbows on it, yield to the impulse of covering her flushed face with her hands. BO... | The Outcry |
said the young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably, | No speaker | will be the flash-light projected--well,”<|quote|>said the young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably,</|quote|>“over the whole field of | clean and fine and wise) will be the flash-light projected--well,”<|quote|>said the young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably,</|quote|>“over the whole field of our question.” She panted with | Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath and a change and tea. Then swooping down I whirl him round to Bond Street, where his very first apprehension of the thing (an apprehension, oh I guarantee you, so quick and clean and fine and wise) will be the flash-light projected--well,”<|quote|>said the young man, to wind up han... | as I hoped and like a regular good ‘un,” Hugh was able to state; “I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath and a change and tea. Then ... | and at any cost--I don’t know whether I most want or most fear what I may learn from you.” Lady Grace, listening and watching, appeared to choose between different ways of meeting this appeal; she had a pacifying, postponing gesture, marked with a beautiful authority, a sign of the value for her of what she gave preced... | “Even if I’m wrong, let me tell you, I don’t care--simply because, whatever new difficulty I may have brought about for you here a fortnight ago, there’s something that to-day adds to my doubt and my fear too great a pang, and that has made me feel I can scarce bear the suspense of them as they are.” The girl came near... | held her: “And his a blind as much--to help him to get _at_ you?” She looked at him again now. “He must speak for himself. I’ve said what I mean.” “But what the devil _do_ you mean?” Lord Theign, taking in the hour, had reached the door as in supremely baffled conclusion and with a sense of time lamentably lost. Their... | of them as they are.” The girl came nearer, and if her grave face expressed a pity it yet declined a dread. “Of what suspense do you speak? Your still being without the other opinion--?” “Ah, that worries me, yes; and all the more, at this hour, as I say, that--” He dropped it, however: “I’ll tell you in a moment! My _... | The Outcry |
“over the whole field of our question.” | Crimble | handsomely, but briefly and reasonably,<|quote|>“over the whole field of our question.”</|quote|>She panted with comprehension. “That | young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably,<|quote|>“over the whole field of our question.”</|quote|>She panted with comprehension. “That of the two portraits being | tea. Then swooping down I whirl him round to Bond Street, where his very first apprehension of the thing (an apprehension, oh I guarantee you, so quick and clean and fine and wise) will be the flash-light projected--well,” said the young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably,<|quote|>“over the whole fi... | to state; “I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath and a change and tea. Then swooping down I whirl him round to Bond Street, where h... | fear what I may learn from you.” Lady Grace, listening and watching, appeared to choose between different ways of meeting this appeal; she had a pacifying, postponing gesture, marked with a beautiful authority, a sign of the value for her of what she gave precedence to and which waved off everything else. “Have you had... | whatever new difficulty I may have brought about for you here a fortnight ago, there’s something that to-day adds to my doubt and my fear too great a pang, and that has made me feel I can scarce bear the suspense of them as they are.” The girl came nearer, and if her grave face expressed a pity it yet declined a dread.... | _at_ you?” She looked at him again now. “He must speak for himself. I’ve said what I mean.” “But what the devil _do_ you mean?” Lord Theign, taking in the hour, had reached the door as in supremely baffled conclusion and with a sense of time lamentably lost. Their eyes met upon it all dreadfully across the wide space,... | she didn’t speak; though, only, we should have guessed, from her stress of emotion. “Even if I’m wrong, let me tell you, I don’t care--simply because, whatever new difficulty I may have brought about for you here a fortnight ago, there’s something that to-day adds to my doubt and my fear too great a pang, and that has ... | The Outcry |
She panted with comprehension. | No speaker | whole field of our question.”<|quote|>She panted with comprehension.</|quote|>“That of the two portraits | briefly and reasonably, “over the whole field of our question.”<|quote|>She panted with comprehension.</|quote|>“That of the two portraits being but the one sitter!” | round to Bond Street, where his very first apprehension of the thing (an apprehension, oh I guarantee you, so quick and clean and fine and wise) will be the flash-light projected--well,” said the young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably, “over the whole field of our question.”<|quote|>She panted wit... | the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath and a change and tea. Then swooping down I whirl him round to Bond Street, where his very first apprehension of th... | Lady Grace, listening and watching, appeared to choose between different ways of meeting this appeal; she had a pacifying, postponing gesture, marked with a beautiful authority, a sign of the value for her of what she gave precedence to and which waved off everything else. “Have you had--first of all--any news yet of B... | about for you here a fortnight ago, there’s something that to-day adds to my doubt and my fear too great a pang, and that has made me feel I can scarce bear the suspense of them as they are.” The girl came nearer, and if her grave face expressed a pity it yet declined a dread. “Of what suspense do you speak? Your still... | now. “He must speak for himself. I’ve said what I mean.” “But what the devil _do_ you mean?” Lord Theign, taking in the hour, had reached the door as in supremely baffled conclusion and with a sense of time lamentably lost. Their eyes met upon it all dreadfully across the wide space, and, hurried and incommoded as she... | new difficulty I may have brought about for you here a fortnight ago, there’s something that to-day adds to my doubt and my fear too great a pang, and that has made me feel I can scarce bear the suspense of them as they are.” The girl came nearer, and if her grave face expressed a pity it yet declined a dread. “Of what... | The Outcry |
“That of the two portraits being but the one sitter!” | Grace | question.” She panted with comprehension.<|quote|>“That of the two portraits being but the one sitter!”</|quote|>“That of the two portraits | the whole field of our question.” She panted with comprehension.<|quote|>“That of the two portraits being but the one sitter!”</|quote|>“That of the two portraits being but the one sitter. | where his very first apprehension of the thing (an apprehension, oh I guarantee you, so quick and clean and fine and wise) will be the flash-light projected--well,” said the young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably, “over the whole field of our question.” She panted with comprehension.<|quote|>“That... | pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath and a change and tea. Then swooping down I whirl him round to Bond Street, where his very first apprehension of the thing (an apprehe... | watching, appeared to choose between different ways of meeting this appeal; she had a pacifying, postponing gesture, marked with a beautiful authority, a sign of the value for her of what she gave precedence to and which waved off everything else. “Have you had--first of all--any news yet of Bardi?” “That I have is wha... | a fortnight ago, there’s something that to-day adds to my doubt and my fear too great a pang, and that has made me feel I can scarce bear the suspense of them as they are.” The girl came nearer, and if her grave face expressed a pity it yet declined a dread. “Of what suspense do you speak? Your still being without the ... | for himself. I’ve said what I mean.” “But what the devil _do_ you mean?” Lord Theign, taking in the hour, had reached the door as in supremely baffled conclusion and with a sense of time lamentably lost. Their eyes met upon it all dreadfully across the wide space, and, hurried and incommoded as she saw him, she yet ma... | “Even if I’m wrong, let me tell you, I don’t care--simply because, whatever new difficulty I may have brought about for you here a fortnight ago, there’s something that to-day adds to my doubt and my fear too great a pang, and that has made me feel I can scarce bear the suspense of them as they are.” The girl came near... | The Outcry |
“That of the two portraits being but the one sitter. With everything so to the good, more and more, that bangs in, up to the head, the golden nail of authenticity, and” | Crimble | being but the one sitter!”<|quote|>“That of the two portraits being but the one sitter. With everything so to the good, more and more, that bangs in, up to the head, the golden nail of authenticity, and”</|quote|>--he quite glowed through his | “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter!”<|quote|>“That of the two portraits being but the one sitter. With everything so to the good, more and more, that bangs in, up to the head, the golden nail of authenticity, and”</|quote|>--he quite glowed through his gloom for it-- “we take | oh I guarantee you, so quick and clean and fine and wise) will be the flash-light projected--well,” said the young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably, “over the whole field of our question.” She panted with comprehension. “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter!”<|quote|>“That of the two... | at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath and a change and tea. Then swooping down I whirl him round to Bond Street, where his very first apprehension of the thing (an apprehension, oh I guarantee you, so quick and clean and fi... | appeal; she had a pacifying, postponing gesture, marked with a beautiful authority, a sign of the value for her of what she gave precedence to and which waved off everything else. “Have you had--first of all--any news yet of Bardi?” “That I have is what has driven me straight _at_ you again--since I’ve shown you before... | doubt and my fear too great a pang, and that has made me feel I can scarce bear the suspense of them as they are.” The girl came nearer, and if her grave face expressed a pity it yet declined a dread. “Of what suspense do you speak? Your still being without the other opinion--?” “Ah, that worries me, yes; and all the m... | devil _do_ you mean?” Lord Theign, taking in the hour, had reached the door as in supremely baffled conclusion and with a sense of time lamentably lost. Their eyes met upon it all dreadfully across the wide space, and, hurried and incommoded as she saw him, she yet made him still stand a minute. Then she let everythin... | difficulty I may have brought about for you here a fortnight ago, there’s something that to-day adds to my doubt and my fear too great a pang, and that has made me feel I can scarce bear the suspense of them as they are.” The girl came nearer, and if her grave face expressed a pity it yet declined a dread. “Of what sus... | The Outcry |
--he quite glowed through his gloom for it-- | No speaker | golden nail of authenticity, and”<|quote|>--he quite glowed through his gloom for it--</|quote|>“we take our stand in | up to the head, the golden nail of authenticity, and”<|quote|>--he quite glowed through his gloom for it--</|quote|>“we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano | field of our question.” She panted with comprehension. “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter!” “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter. With everything so to the good, more and more, that bangs in, up to the head, the golden nail of authenticity, and”<|quote|>--he quite glowed through his gloo... | down I whirl him round to Bond Street, where his very first apprehension of the thing (an apprehension, oh I guarantee you, so quick and clean and fine and wise) will be the flash-light projected--well,” said the young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably, “over the whole field of our question.” She p... | you had--first of all--any news yet of Bardi?” “That I have is what has driven me straight _at_ you again--since I’ve shown you before how I turn to you at a crisis. He has come as I hoped and like a regular good ‘un,” Hugh was able to state; “I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in C... | grave face expressed a pity it yet declined a dread. “Of what suspense do you speak? Your still being without the other opinion--?” “Ah, that worries me, yes; and all the more, at this hour, as I say, that--” He dropped it, however: “I’ll tell you in a moment! My _real_ torment, all the while, has been not to know, fro... | all dreadfully across the wide space, and, hurried and incommoded as she saw him, she yet made him still stand a minute. Then she let everything go. “Do what you like with the picture!” He jerked up his arm and guarding hand as before a levelled blow at his face, and with the other hand flung open the door, having done... | adds to my doubt and my fear too great a pang, and that has made me feel I can scarce bear the suspense of them as they are.” The girl came nearer, and if her grave face expressed a pity it yet declined a dread. “Of what suspense do you speak? Your still being without the other opinion--?” “Ah, that worries me, yes; an... | The Outcry |
“we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.” | Crimble | through his gloom for it--<|quote|>“we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.”</|quote|>It was a presumption his | authenticity, and” --he quite glowed through his gloom for it--<|quote|>“we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.”</|quote|>It was a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over | “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter!” “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter. With everything so to the good, more and more, that bangs in, up to the head, the golden nail of authenticity, and” --he quite glowed through his gloom for it--<|quote|>“we take our stand in glory on the last Mant... | where his very first apprehension of the thing (an apprehension, oh I guarantee you, so quick and clean and fine and wise) will be the flash-light projected--well,” said the young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably, “over the whole field of our question.” She panted with comprehension. “That of the ... | “That I have is what has driven me straight _at_ you again--since I’ve shown you before how I turn to you at a crisis. He has come as I hoped and like a regular good ‘un,” Hugh was able to state; “I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way... | a dread. “Of what suspense do you speak? Your still being without the other opinion--?” “Ah, that worries me, yes; and all the more, at this hour, as I say, that--” He dropped it, however: “I’ll tell you in a moment! My _real_ torment, all the while, has been not to know, from day to day, what situation, what complicat... | and incommoded as she saw him, she yet made him still stand a minute. Then she let everything go. “Do what you like with the picture!” He jerked up his arm and guarding hand as before a levelled blow at his face, and with the other hand flung open the door, having done with her now and immediately lost to sight. Left a... | without the other opinion--?” “Ah, that worries me, yes; and all the more, at this hour, as I say, that--” He dropped it, however: “I’ll tell you in a moment! My _real_ torment, all the while, has been not to know, from day to day, what situation, what complication that last scene of ours with your father here has let ... | The Outcry |
It was a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. | No speaker | last Mantovano in the world.”<|quote|>It was a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud.</|quote|>“That is if the flash-light | stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.”<|quote|>It was a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud.</|quote|>“That is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it | two portraits being but the one sitter. With everything so to the good, more and more, that bangs in, up to the head, the golden nail of authenticity, and” --he quite glowed through his gloom for it-- “we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.”<|quote|>It was a presumption his friend visibly yearne... | you, so quick and clean and fine and wise) will be the flash-light projected--well,” said the young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably, “over the whole field of our question.” She panted with comprehension. “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter!” “That of the two portraits being but th... | shown you before how I turn to you at a crisis. He has come as I hoped and like a regular good ‘un,” Hugh was able to state; “I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Cante... | other opinion--?” “Ah, that worries me, yes; and all the more, at this hour, as I say, that--” He dropped it, however: “I’ll tell you in a moment! My _real_ torment, all the while, has been not to know, from day to day, what situation, what complication that last scene of ours with your father here has let you in for; ... | minute. Then she let everything go. “Do what you like with the picture!” He jerked up his arm and guarding hand as before a levelled blow at his face, and with the other hand flung open the door, having done with her now and immediately lost to sight. Left alone she stood a moment looking before her; then with a vague ... | each evidently tested the other for full confidence. A measure of this comfort came first, it would have appeared, to Hugh; though he then at once asked for confirmation of it. “Am I right, Lady Grace, am I right?--to have _come_, I mean, after so many days of not hearing, not knowing, and perhaps, all too stupidly, no... | The Outcry |
“That is if the flash-light comes!” | Grace | the shadow of a cloud.<|quote|>“That is if the flash-light comes!”</|quote|>“That is if it comes | from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud.<|quote|>“That is if the flash-light comes!”</|quote|>“That is if it comes indeed, confound it!” --he had | of authenticity, and” --he quite glowed through his gloom for it-- “we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.” It was a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud.<|quote|>“That is if the flash-light co... | “over the whole field of our question.” She panted with comprehension. “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter!” “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter. With everything so to the good, more and more, that bangs in, up to the head, the golden nail of authenticity, and” --he quite glowed through ... | to state; “I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath and a change and tea. Then swooping down I whirl him round to Bond Street, where h... | a moment! My _real_ torment, all the while, has been not to know, from day to day, what situation, what complication that last scene of ours with your father here has let you in for; and yet at the same time--having no sign nor sound from you!--to see the importance of not making anything possibly worse by approaching ... | at his face, and with the other hand flung open the door, having done with her now and immediately lost to sight. Left alone she stood a moment looking before her; then with a vague advance, held apparently by a quickly growing sense of the implication of her act, reached a table where she remained a little, deep afres... | any cost--I don’t know whether I most want or most fear what I may learn from you.” Lady Grace, listening and watching, appeared to choose between different ways of meeting this appeal; she had a pacifying, postponing gesture, marked with a beautiful authority, a sign of the value for her of what she gave precedence to... | The Outcry |
“That is if it comes indeed, confound it!” | Crimble | is if the flash-light comes!”<|quote|>“That is if it comes indeed, confound it!”</|quote|>--he had to enlarge a | shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!”<|quote|>“That is if it comes indeed, confound it!”</|quote|>--he had to enlarge a little under the recall of | through his gloom for it-- “we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.” It was a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!”<|quote|>“That is if it comes indeed, confo... | question.” She panted with comprehension. “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter!” “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter. With everything so to the good, more and more, that bangs in, up to the head, the golden nail of authenticity, and” --he quite glowed through his gloom for it-- “we take o... | at the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath and a change and tea. Then swooping down I whirl him round to Bond Street, where his very first apprehension of... | the while, has been not to know, from day to day, what situation, what complication that last scene of ours with your father here has let you in for; and yet at the same time--having no sign nor sound from you!--to see the importance of not making anything possibly worse by approaching you again, however discreetly. I’... | other hand flung open the door, having done with her now and immediately lost to sight. Left alone she stood a moment looking before her; then with a vague advance, held apparently by a quickly growing sense of the implication of her act, reached a table where she remained a little, deep afresh in thought--only the nex... | pacifying, postponing gesture, marked with a beautiful authority, a sign of the value for her of what she gave precedence to and which waved off everything else. “Have you had--first of all--any news yet of Bardi?” “That I have is what has driven me straight _at_ you again--since I’ve shown you before how I turn to you... | The Outcry |
--he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience. | No speaker | it comes indeed, confound it!”<|quote|>--he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience.</|quote|>“So now, at any rate, | flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confound it!”<|quote|>--he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience.</|quote|>“So now, at any rate, you see my tension!” She | stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.” It was a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confound it!”<|quote|>--he had to enlarge a little un... | two portraits being but the one sitter!” “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter. With everything so to the good, more and more, that bangs in, up to the head, the golden nail of authenticity, and” --he quite glowed through his gloom for it-- “we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.” ... | again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath and a change and tea. Then swooping down I whirl him round to Bond Street, where his very first apprehension of the thing (an apprehension, oh I ... | day to day, what situation, what complication that last scene of ours with your father here has let you in for; and yet at the same time--having no sign nor sound from you!--to see the importance of not making anything possibly worse by approaching you again, however discreetly. I’ve been in the dark,” he pursued, “and... | with her now and immediately lost to sight. Left alone she stood a moment looking before her; then with a vague advance, held apparently by a quickly growing sense of the implication of her act, reached a table where she remained a little, deep afresh in thought--only the next thing to fall into a chair close to it and... | station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath and a change and tea. Then swooping down I whirl him round to Bond Street, where his very first apprehension of the th... | The Outcry |
“So now, at any rate, you see my tension!” | Crimble | the recall of past experience.<|quote|>“So now, at any rate, you see my tension!”</|quote|>She looked at him again | to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience.<|quote|>“So now, at any rate, you see my tension!”</|quote|>She looked at him again as with a vision too | a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confound it!” --he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience.<|quote|>“So now, at any rate, yo... | being but the one sitter. With everything so to the good, more and more, that bangs in, up to the head, the golden nail of authenticity, and” --he quite glowed through his gloom for it-- “we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.” It was a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which,... | his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath and a change and tea. Then swooping down I whirl him round to Bond Street, where his very first apprehension of the thing (an apprehension, oh I guarantee you, so quick and clean and fine and wise) will be the... | with your father here has let you in for; and yet at the same time--having no sign nor sound from you!--to see the importance of not making anything possibly worse by approaching you again, however discreetly. I’ve been in the dark,” he pursued, “and feeling that I must leave _you_ there; so that now--just brutally tur... | a moment looking before her; then with a vague advance, held apparently by a quickly growing sense of the implication of her act, reached a table where she remained a little, deep afresh in thought--only the next thing to fall into a chair close to it and there, with her elbows on it, yield to the impulse of covering h... | face expressed a pity it yet declined a dread. “Of what suspense do you speak? Your still being without the other opinion--?” “Ah, that worries me, yes; and all the more, at this hour, as I say, that--” He dropped it, however: “I’ll tell you in a moment! My _real_ torment, all the while, has been not to know, from day ... | The Outcry |
She looked at him again as with a vision too full for a waste of words. | No speaker | rate, you see my tension!”<|quote|>She looked at him again as with a vision too full for a waste of words.</|quote|>“While you on your side | experience. “So now, at any rate, you see my tension!”<|quote|>She looked at him again as with a vision too full for a waste of words.</|quote|>“While you on your side of course keep well in | too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confound it!” --he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience. “So now, at any rate, you see my tension!”<|quote|>She looked at him again as with a vision to... | the good, more and more, that bangs in, up to the head, the golden nail of authenticity, and” --he quite glowed through his gloom for it-- “we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.” It was a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still dis... | exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath and a change and tea. Then swooping down I whirl him round to Bond Street, where his very first apprehension of the thing (an apprehension, oh I guarantee you, so quick and clean and fine and wise) will be the flash-light projected--well,” said the young m... | and yet at the same time--having no sign nor sound from you!--to see the importance of not making anything possibly worse by approaching you again, however discreetly. I’ve been in the dark,” he pursued, “and feeling that I must leave _you_ there; so that now--just brutally turning up once more under personal need and ... | advance, held apparently by a quickly growing sense of the implication of her act, reached a table where she remained a little, deep afresh in thought--only the next thing to fall into a chair close to it and there, with her elbows on it, yield to the impulse of covering her flushed face with her hands. BOOK THIRD I HU... | at a crisis. He has come as I hoped and like a regular good ‘un,” Hugh was able to state; “I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath an... | The Outcry |
“While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” | Grace | for a waste of words.<|quote|>“While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.”</|quote|>“Yes, while I keep well | with a vision too full for a waste of words.<|quote|>“While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.”</|quote|>“Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though | is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confound it!” --he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience. “So now, at any rate, you see my tension!” She looked at him again as with a vision too full for a waste of words.<|quote|>“While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Be... | authenticity, and” --he quite glowed through his gloom for it-- “we take our stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.” It was a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That... | Then swooping down I whirl him round to Bond Street, where his very first apprehension of the thing (an apprehension, oh I guarantee you, so quick and clean and fine and wise) will be the flash-light projected--well,” said the young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably, “over the whole field of our qu... | not making anything possibly worse by approaching you again, however discreetly. I’ve been in the dark,” he pursued, “and feeling that I must leave _you_ there; so that now--just brutally turning up once more under personal need and at any cost--I don’t know whether I most want or most fear what I may learn from you.” ... | table where she remained a little, deep afresh in thought--only the next thing to fall into a chair close to it and there, with her elbows on it, yield to the impulse of covering her flushed face with her hands. BOOK THIRD I HUGH CRIMBLE waited again in the Bruton Street drawing-room--this time at the afternoon hour; h... | at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and I leave him to a bath and a change and tea. Then swooping down I whirl him round to Bond Street, where his very first apprehension of the thing (an apprehension, oh I guarantee you, so quick and clean and fi... | The Outcry |
“Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” | Crimble | well in view Mr. Bender’s.”<|quote|>“Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.”</|quote|>“Still,” said the girl, always | your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.”<|quote|>“Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.”</|quote|>“Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case, | --he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience. “So now, at any rate, you see my tension!” She looked at him again as with a vision too full for a waste of words. “While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.”<|quote|>“Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t ... | stand in glory on the last Mantovano in the world.” It was a presumption his friend visibly yearned for--but over which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confound it!” --he had to enlarge a little under the ... | first apprehension of the thing (an apprehension, oh I guarantee you, so quick and clean and fine and wise) will be the flash-light projected--well,” said the young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably, “over the whole field of our question.” She panted with comprehension. “That of the two portraits b... | in the dark,” he pursued, “and feeling that I must leave _you_ there; so that now--just brutally turning up once more under personal need and at any cost--I don’t know whether I most want or most fear what I may learn from you.” Lady Grace, listening and watching, appeared to choose between different ways of meeting th... | to fall into a chair close to it and there, with her elbows on it, yield to the impulse of covering her flushed face with her hands. BOOK THIRD I HUGH CRIMBLE waited again in the Bruton Street drawing-room--this time at the afternoon hour; he restlessly shifted his place, looked at things about him without seeing them;... | sound from you!--to see the importance of not making anything possibly worse by approaching you again, however discreetly. I’ve been in the dark,” he pursued, “and feeling that I must leave _you_ there; so that now--just brutally turning up once more under personal need and at any cost--I don’t know whether I most want... | The Outcry |
“Still,” | Grace | of Bardi’s being at hand.”<|quote|>“Still,”</|quote|>said the girl, always all | he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.”<|quote|>“Still,”</|quote|>said the girl, always all lucid for the case, “if | tension!” She looked at him again as with a vision too full for a waste of words. “While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.”<|quote|>“Still,”</|quote|>said the girl, always all lucid for the... | which, too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confound it!” --he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience. “So now, at any rate, you see my tension!” She looked at him again as with a vision too... | be the flash-light projected--well,” said the young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably, “over the whole field of our question.” She panted with comprehension. “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter!” “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter. With everything so to the good, mo... | more under personal need and at any cost--I don’t know whether I most want or most fear what I may learn from you.” Lady Grace, listening and watching, appeared to choose between different ways of meeting this appeal; she had a pacifying, postponing gesture, marked with a beautiful authority, a sign of the value for he... | covering her flushed face with her hands. BOOK THIRD I HUGH CRIMBLE waited again in the Bruton Street drawing-room--this time at the afternoon hour; he restlessly shifted his place, looked at things about him without seeing them; all he saw, all he outwardly studied, was his own face and figure as he stopped an instant... | brought about for you here a fortnight ago, there’s something that to-day adds to my doubt and my fear too great a pang, and that has made me feel I can scarce bear the suspense of them as they are.” The girl came nearer, and if her grave face expressed a pity it yet declined a dread. “Of what suspense do you speak? Yo... | The Outcry |
said the girl, always all lucid for the case, | No speaker | Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,”<|quote|>said the girl, always all lucid for the case,</|quote|>“if the ‘flash-light’ does presently | doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,”<|quote|>said the girl, always all lucid for the case,</|quote|>“if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!” “It will first take | She looked at him again as with a vision too full for a waste of words. “While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,”<|quote|>said the girl, always all lucid for the case,</|quote|>“if... | too, with her eyes away from him, she still distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confound it!” --he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience. “So now, at any rate, you see my tension!” She looked at him again as with a vision too full f... | the flash-light projected--well,” said the young man, to wind up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably, “over the whole field of our question.” She panted with comprehension. “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter!” “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter. With everything so to the good, more ... | under personal need and at any cost--I don’t know whether I most want or most fear what I may learn from you.” Lady Grace, listening and watching, appeared to choose between different ways of meeting this appeal; she had a pacifying, postponing gesture, marked with a beautiful authority, a sign of the value for her of ... | her flushed face with her hands. BOOK THIRD I HUGH CRIMBLE waited again in the Bruton Street drawing-room--this time at the afternoon hour; he restlessly shifted his place, looked at things about him without seeing them; all he saw, all he outwardly studied, was his own face and figure as he stopped an instant before a... | father here has let you in for; and yet at the same time--having no sign nor sound from you!--to see the importance of not making anything possibly worse by approaching you again, however discreetly. I’ve been in the dark,” he pursued, “and feeling that I must leave _you_ there; so that now--just brutally turning up on... | The Outcry |
“if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!” | Grace | all lucid for the case,<|quote|>“if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!”</|quote|>“It will first take him | “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case,<|quote|>“if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!”</|quote|>“It will first take him in the eye?” Hugh had | too full for a waste of words. “While you on your side of course keep well in view Mr. Bender’s.” “Yes, while I keep well in view Mr. Bender’s; though he doesn’t know, you see, of Bardi’s being at hand.” “Still,” said the girl, always all lucid for the case,<|quote|>“if the ‘flash-light’ does presently break----!”</|qu... | distinguished the shadow of a cloud. “That is if the flash-light comes!” “That is if it comes indeed, confound it!” --he had to enlarge a little under the recall of past experience. “So now, at any rate, you see my tension!” She looked at him again as with a vision too full for a waste of words. “While you on your side... | up handsomely, but briefly and reasonably, “over the whole field of our question.” She panted with comprehension. “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter!” “That of the two portraits being but the one sitter. With everything so to the good, more and more, that bangs in, up to the head, the golden nail of au... | whether I most want or most fear what I may learn from you.” Lady Grace, listening and watching, appeared to choose between different ways of meeting this appeal; she had a pacifying, postponing gesture, marked with a beautiful authority, a sign of the value for her of what she gave precedence to and which waved off ev... | HUGH CRIMBLE waited again in the Bruton Street drawing-room--this time at the afternoon hour; he restlessly shifted his place, looked at things about him without seeing them; all he saw, all he outwardly studied, was his own face and figure as he stopped an instant before a long glass suspended between two windows. Jus... | before how I turn to you at a crisis. He has come as I hoped and like a regular good ‘un,” Hugh was able to state; “I’ve just met him at the station, but I pick him up again, at his hotel in Clifford Street, at five. He stopped, on his way from Dover this morning, to my extreme exasperation, to ‘sample’ Canterbury, and... | The Outcry |
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