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Still he studied it. | No speaker | high stand I had taken.”<|quote|>Still he studied it.</|quote|>“I see--I see. It’s between | through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.”<|quote|>Still he studied it.</|quote|>“I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s | meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.”<|quote|>Still he studied it.</|quote|>“I see--I see. I... | suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further... | “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but if his face thus showed the pang of too great a surprise ... | you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it... | acquisitively, for the cat to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to note the place. “Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with ... | Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- ... | The Outcry |
“I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” | Crimble | taken.” Still he studied it.<|quote|>“I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.”</|quote|>“It’s between him and me--yes. | the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it.<|quote|>“I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.”</|quote|>“It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to | paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it.<|quote|>“I see--I see. It’s between you and your father... | personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my ... | could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but if his face thus showed the pang of too great a surprise he yet wreathed the c... | for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it’s I who--all too blun... | to jump, the only thing for one, at a given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to note the place. “Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar truly as loud as... | no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ ... | The Outcry |
“It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” | Grace | between you and your father.”<|quote|>“It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.”</|quote|>Hugh, from his face, might | it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.”<|quote|>“It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.”</|quote|>Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater | him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.”<|quote|>“It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not aga... | I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned... | gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but if his face thus showed the pang of too great a surprise he yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace. “You leave me to struggle alone?” ... | To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve made it so myse... | given moment, as against that signal, is to be found one’s self by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to note the place. “Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar truly as loud as it has seemed to come to us here?” “A... | is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve made it so myself,” she said with a high head-shake, “and you, on the contrary--!” But here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And ... | The Outcry |
Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. | No speaker | not again to trouble him.”<|quote|>Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this.</|quote|>“Ah, that was nice of | him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.”<|quote|>Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this.</|quote|>“Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all | it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.”<|quote|>Hugh, from his face, might have feared ... | before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” -... | that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but if his face thus showed the pang of too great a surprise he yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace. “You leave me to struggle alone?” “I leave you to struggle alone.” He took it in bewilderin... | your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve made it so myself,” she said with a high head-shake, “and you, on the contrary--!” Bu... | by the animal in the line of its trajectory. That’s exactly,” he laughed, “where we are!” She cast about as intelligently to note the place. “Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar truly as loud as it has seemed to come to us here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,” Hugh returned; “since the sight of t... | of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her com... | The Outcry |
“Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” | Crimble | a jolly lot of this.<|quote|>“Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!”</|quote|>“No” --she spoke from a | he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this.<|quote|>“Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!”</|quote|>“No” --she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. | Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this.<|quote|>“Ah, that was nice of you. And natu... | meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you a... | face thus showed the pang of too great a surprise he yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace. “You leave me to struggle alone?” “I leave you to struggle alone.” He took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a re... | a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve made it so myself,” she said with a high head-shake, “and you, on the contrary--!” But here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more ... | “Your great idea, you mean, _has_ so worked--with the uproar truly as loud as it has seemed to come to us here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,” Hugh returned; “since the sight of the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to... | young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched ... | The Outcry |
“No” | Grace | And natural. _That’s_ all right!”<|quote|>“No”</|quote|>--she spoke from a deeper | that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!”<|quote|>“No”</|quote|>--she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For | your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!”<|quote|>“No”</|quote|>--she spoke from ... | “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not aga... | yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace. “You leave me to struggle alone?” “I leave you to struggle alone.” He took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked... | too blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve made it so myself,” she said with a high head-shake, “and you, on the contrary--!” But here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the las... | as loud as it has seemed to come to us here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,” Hugh returned; “since the sight of the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letter... | so?” “I’ve made it so myself,” she said with a high head-shake, “and you, on the contrary--!” But here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s... | The Outcry |
--she spoke from a deeper depth-- | No speaker | natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No”<|quote|>--she spoke from a deeper depth--</|quote|>“it’s altogether wrong. For whatever | was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No”<|quote|>--she spoke from a deeper depth--</|quote|>“it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept | father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No”<|quote|>--she spoke from a deeper depth... | gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again ... | wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace. “You leave me to struggle alone?” “I leave you to struggle alone.” He took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for... | blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve made it so myself,” she said with a high head-shake, “and you, on the contrary--!” But here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last po... | loud as it has seemed to come to us here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,” Hugh returned; “since the sight of the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a... | “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but if his face thus showed the pang of too great a surprise he yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace. “You leave me to struggle alo... | The Outcry |
“it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.” | Grace | spoke from a deeper depth--<|quote|>“it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.”</|quote|>“Well, say you must” --he | _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke from a deeper depth--<|quote|>“it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.”</|quote|>“Well, say you must” --he really declined not to treat | An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke from a deeper depth--<|quote|>“it’s altogether wrong. For whatever ... | help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from ... | grimace. “You leave me to struggle alone?” “I leave you to struggle alone.” He took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, ... | it so myself,” she said with a high head-shake, “and you, on the contrary--!” But here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I r... | come to us here?” “All beyond my wildest hope,” Hugh returned; “since the sight of the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with ... | languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hug... | The Outcry |
“Well, say you must” | Crimble | I must now accept it.”<|quote|>“Well, say you must”</|quote|>--he really declined not to | altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.”<|quote|>“Well, say you must”</|quote|>--he really declined not to treat it almost as rather | might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.”<|quote|>“Well, say you must”</|quote|>-... | in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complicatio... | struggle alone.” He took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give hi... | on the contrary--!” But here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’v... | “since the sight of the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and ... | beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little... | The Outcry |
--he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a | No speaker | it.” “Well, say you must”<|quote|>--he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a</|quote|>“lark” -- “if we can | happens I must now accept it.” “Well, say you must”<|quote|>--he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a</|quote|>“lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking.” | still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.” “Well, say you must”<|quote|>--he really declined not to tr... | “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he wo... | it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal s... | here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then... | the picture, flocked to every day by thousands, so beautifully _tells_. That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk... | here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then... | The Outcry |
“lark” | No speaker | it almost as rather a<|quote|>“lark”</|quote|>-- “if we can at | really declined not to treat it almost as rather a<|quote|>“lark”</|quote|>-- “if we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, | said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.” “Well, say you must” --he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a<|quote|>“lark”</|quote|>-- “if we can at least g... | the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was ... | optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused... | horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that... | That we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our ... | checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this ... | The Outcry |
-- | No speaker | almost as rather a “lark”<|quote|>--</|quote|>“if we can at least | declined not to treat it almost as rather a “lark”<|quote|>--</|quote|>“if we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, we | a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.” “Well, say you must” --he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a “lark”<|quote|>--</|quote|>“if we can at least go on t... | high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice... | “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh wai... | silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you sh... | we must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails... | of too great a surprise he yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace. “You leave me to struggle alone?” “I leave you to struggle alone.” He took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I h... | The Outcry |
“if we can at least go on talking.” | No speaker | as rather a “lark” --<|quote|>“if we can at least go on talking.”</|quote|>“Ah, we _can_ at least | not to treat it almost as rather a “lark” --<|quote|>“if we can at least go on talking.”</|quote|>“Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely | jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.” “Well, say you must” --he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a “lark” --<|quote|>“if we can at least go on talking.”</|... | stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of y... | well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited ... | to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know... | must at any cost keep it, that the nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” ... | took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dis... | The Outcry |
“Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” | Crimble | at least go on talking.”<|quote|>“Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!”</|quote|>she perversely sighed. “I can | “lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking.”<|quote|>“Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!”</|quote|>she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so | of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.” “Well, say you must” --he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a “lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking.”<|quote|>“Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!”</... | “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No... | personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my ... | more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if it’s har... | nation must, and hang on to it tight, is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then th... | ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left u... | The Outcry |
she perversely sighed. | No speaker | at least go on talking!”<|quote|>she perversely sighed.</|quote|>“I can say anything I | on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!”<|quote|>she perversely sighed.</|quote|>“I can say anything I like so long as I | --she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.” “Well, say you must” --he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a “lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!”<|quote|>she perversely sighed.</|quote|>“I can say anyth... | father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s... | reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He... | displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was imposs... | is the cry that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thin... | your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but if his face thus showed the pang of too great a surprise he yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace. “You leave me to struggle alone?” “I leave... | The Outcry |
“I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” | Grace | on talking!” she perversely sighed.<|quote|>“I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_”</|quote|>she almost wailed. But she | we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed.<|quote|>“I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_”</|quote|>she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I | a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.” “Well, say you must” --he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a “lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed.<|quote|>“I can say anything I like so long as I do... | him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For ... | to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over.... | the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write.... | that fills the air--to the tune of ten letters a day in the Papers, with every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its ne... | if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had... | The Outcry |
she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: | No speaker | don’t say it to _him_”<|quote|>she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness:</|quote|>“I can still hope--and I | like so long as I don’t say it to _him_”<|quote|>she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness:</|quote|>“I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set | say you must” --he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a “lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_”<|quote|>she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness:</|quote|>“I can st... | have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.” “Well, say you must” --he really declined not... | to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “aft... | “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing bef... | every three days a gorgeous leader; to say nothing of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh i... | emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him... | The Outcry |
“I can still hope--and I can still pray.” | Grace | she added with more firmness:<|quote|>“I can still hope--and I can still pray.”</|quote|>He set free again with | _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness:<|quote|>“I can still hope--and I can still pray.”</|quote|>He set free again with a joyous gesture all his | it almost as rather a “lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness:<|quote|>“I can still hope--and I can still pray.”</|quote|>He set free aga... | as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.” “Well, say you must” --he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a “lark” -- “if we can a... | in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still... | And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” ... | of more and more passionate talk all over the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudes... | the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” Sh... | The Outcry |
He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. | No speaker | hope--and I can still pray.”<|quote|>He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence.</|quote|>“Well, what more _could_ you | more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.”<|quote|>He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence.</|quote|>“Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that | we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.”<|quote|>He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence.<... | lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.” “Well, say you must” --he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a “lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at... | only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s b... | “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, howev... | the place, some of it awfully wild, but all of it wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, ... | her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the ... | The Outcry |
“Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” | Crimble | joyous gesture all his confidence.<|quote|>“Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?”</|quote|>It took her a moment | set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence.<|quote|>“Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?”</|quote|>It took her a moment to say, and even then | least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence.<|quote|>“Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t... | _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.” “Well, say you must” --he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a “lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can ... | something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes... | “and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my ... | wind in our sails.” “I suppose it was that wind then that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem con... | for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me-... | The Outcry |
It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. | No speaker | anyhow? So isn’t that enough?”<|quote|>It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t.</|quote|>“Is it enough for _you_, | what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?”<|quote|>It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t.</|quote|>“Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough | I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?”<|quote|>It took her a moment to say, and even then she did... | altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.” “Well, say you must” --he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a “lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost... | you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his f... | see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concer... | that blew me round there to see the thing in its new light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, ... | inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it’s I who--all too blunderingly... | The Outcry |
“Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” | Grace | and even then she didn’t.<|quote|>“Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?”</|quote|>“What _is_ enough for me” | her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t.<|quote|>“Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?”</|quote|>“What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part | almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t.<|quote|>“Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?”</|q... | you must” --he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a “lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can s... | matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so h... | She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pal... | light,” Lady Grace said. “But I couldn’t stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League o... | my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but if his face thus showed the pang of too great a surprise he yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace. “You leave me to struggle alone?” “I leave you to struggle alone.” H... | The Outcry |
“What _is_ enough for me” | Crimble | enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?”<|quote|>“What _is_ enough for me”</|quote|>--he could for his part | then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?”<|quote|>“What _is_ enough for me”</|quote|>--he could for his part readily name it-- “is the | firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?”<|quote|>“What _is_ enough for me”</|quote|>--he co... | treat it almost as rather a “lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a j... | --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said,... | “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but ... | stay--for tears!” “Ah,” Hugh insisted on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pit... | shock of it; but if his face thus showed the pang of too great a surprise he yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace. “You leave me to struggle alone?” “I leave you to struggle alone.” He took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new pers... | The Outcry |
--he could for his part readily name it-- | No speaker | “What _is_ enough for me”<|quote|>--he could for his part readily name it--</|quote|>“is the harm done you | enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me”<|quote|>--he could for his part readily name it--</|quote|>“is the harm done you at our last meeting by | I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me”<|quote|>--he could for his part readily name it--</|quote... | a “lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his conf... | “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, th... | left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but if his face thus showed th... | on his side for comfort, “we’ll crow loudest yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ lea... | I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” ... | The Outcry |
“is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” | Crimble | his part readily name it--<|quote|>“is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!”</|quote|>“I didn’t get his consent!” | for me” --he could for his part readily name it--<|quote|>“is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!”</|quote|>“I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from | with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it--<|quote|>“is the harm done you at our last meeting by... | go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_... | he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ ... | mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but if his face thus showed the pang of too great a surprise he ye... | yet! And don’t meanwhile, just _don’t_, those splendid strange eyes of the fellow seem consciously to plead? The women, bless them, adore him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now t... | “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh wai... | The Outcry |
“I didn’t get his consent!” | Grace | his consent to see me----!”<|quote|>“I didn’t get his consent!”</|quote|>--she had turned away from | so that if you got his consent to see me----!”<|quote|>“I didn’t get his consent!”</|quote|>--she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she | moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!”<|quote|>“I didn’t get his consent!”</|quote|>--she had turned away... | as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for ... | trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.” “Wel... | told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but if his face thus showed the pang of too great a surprise he yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace. “You leave me to struggle alone?” “I leave you to struggle alone.” He took it in b... | him, cling to him, and there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I supp... | too blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve made it so myself,” she said with a high head-shake, “and you, on the contrary--!” But here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the las... | The Outcry |
--she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: | No speaker | “I didn’t get his consent!”<|quote|>--she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify:</|quote|>“I see you against his | his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!”<|quote|>--she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify:</|quote|>“I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank | then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!”<|quote|>--she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she... | to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble... | face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.” “Well, say you must” --he really ... | I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but if his face thus showed the pang of too great a surprise he yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace. “You leave me to struggle alone?” “I leave you to struggle alone.” He took it in bewilderingly, but tried a... | there’s talk of a ‘Ladies’ League of Protest’--all of which keeps up the pitch.” “Poor Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself... | tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” Sh... | The Outcry |
“I see you against his express command.” | Grace | faced them again to rectify:<|quote|>“I see you against his express command.”</|quote|>“Ah then thank God I | the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify:<|quote|>“I see you against his express command.”</|quote|>“Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a | --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify:<|quote|>“I see you against his express command.”</|quote|>“A... | I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm do... | have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.” “Well, say you must” --he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a “lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking... | little shock of it; but if his face thus showed the pang of too great a surprise he yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace. “You leave me to struggle alone?” “I leave you to struggle alone.” He took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some n... | Amy and I are a ladies’ league,” the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indee... | of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let... | The Outcry |
“Ah then thank God I came!” | Crimble | you against his express command.”<|quote|>“Ah then thank God I came!”</|quote|>--it was like a bland | again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.”<|quote|>“Ah then thank God I came!”</|quote|>--it was like a bland breath on a _feu de | it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.”<|quote|>“Ah then thank God I came!”</|quote|>--it was li... | again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by m... | “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.” “Well, say you must” --he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a “lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on ... | face thus showed the pang of too great a surprise he yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace. “You leave me to struggle alone?” “I leave you to struggle alone.” He took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a re... | the girl joylessly joked-- “as we now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,... | I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture ... | The Outcry |
--it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. | No speaker | then thank God I came!”<|quote|>--it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher.</|quote|>“Thank God you’ve come, yes--for | against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!”<|quote|>--it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher.</|quote|>“Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to | at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!”<|quote|>--it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_... | his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got ... | And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.” “Well, say you must” --he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a “lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely si... | too great a surprise he yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace. “You leave me to struggle alone?” “I leave you to struggle alone.” He took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn... | now take in the ‘Journal’ regardless of expense.” “Oh then you practically _have_ it all--since,” Hugh, added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt ... | the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the str... | The Outcry |
“Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” | Grace | he flamed so much higher.<|quote|>“Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.”</|quote|>And to justify her name | on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher.<|quote|>“Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.”</|quote|>And to justify her name for it before he could | me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher.<|quote|>“Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable ... | a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searc... | whatever happens I must now accept it.” “Well, say you must” --he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a “lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added... | to struggle alone?” “I leave you to struggle alone.” He took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_... | added after a brief hesitation, “I suppose Lord Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--i... | it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “A... | The Outcry |
And to justify her name for it before he could protest, | No speaker | come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.”<|quote|>And to justify her name for it before he could protest,</|quote|>“I _offered_ him here not | much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.”<|quote|>And to justify her name for it before he could protest,</|quote|>“I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously | turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.”<|quote|>And to justify her name for it befor... | didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again... | say you must” --he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a “lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I c... | alone.” He took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word... | Theign himself doesn’t languish uninformed.” “At far-off Salsomaggiore--by the papers? No doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” ... | some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gav... | The Outcry |
“I _offered_ him here not to see you,” | Grace | it before he could protest,<|quote|>“I _offered_ him here not to see you,”</|quote|>she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” | to justify her name for it before he could protest,<|quote|>“I _offered_ him here not to see you,”</|quote|>she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. | to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he could protest,<|quote|>“I _offered_ him here not to see you,”</|q... | for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then th... | as rather a “lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture al... | the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the str... | doubt indeed he isn’t spared even the worst,” said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write e... | sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the shar... | The Outcry |
she rigorously explained. | No speaker | here not to see you,”<|quote|>she rigorously explained.</|quote|>“‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop | could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,”<|quote|>she rigorously explained.</|quote|>“‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see | command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,”<|quote|>she rigorously explained.</|quote|>“‘Offered h... | name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland b... | at least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what mor... | I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something furth... | said Lady Grace-- “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ve... | a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. ... | The Outcry |
“‘Offered him?” | Crimble | see you,” she rigorously explained.<|quote|>“‘Offered him?”</|quote|>--Hugh did drop for it. | _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained.<|quote|>“‘Offered him?”</|quote|>--Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” | thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained.<|quote|>“‘Offered him?”</|quote|>--Hugh did dro... | the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _fe... | on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ yo... | some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gav... | “and no doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _... | thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but if his fac... | The Outcry |
--Hugh did drop for it. | No speaker | she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?”<|quote|>--Hugh did drop for it.</|quote|>“Not to see me--ever again?” | here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?”<|quote|>--Hugh did drop for it.</|quote|>“Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” | I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?”<|quote|>--Hugh did drop for it.</|quote|>... | done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie... | “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow?... | personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my ... | doubt too it’s a drag on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ wri... | left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only won... | The Outcry |
“Not to see me--ever again?” | Crimble | --Hugh did drop for it.<|quote|>“Not to see me--ever again?”</|quote|>She didn’t falter. “Never again.” | she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it.<|quote|>“Not to see me--ever again?”</|quote|>She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But | a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it.<|quote|>“Not to see me--ever again?”</|q... | meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much ... | go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?”... | came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wo... | on his cure.” Her companion seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ he... | right!” “No” --she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.” “Well, say you must” --he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a “lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything ... | The Outcry |
She didn’t falter. | No speaker | “Not to see me--ever again?”<|quote|>She didn’t falter.</|quote|>“Never again.” Ah then he | --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?”<|quote|>She didn’t falter.</|quote|>“Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let | _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?”<|quote|>She didn’t falter.</|qu... | that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve co... | sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, a... | hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned i... | seemed struck with her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, tre... | in a gay grimace. “You leave me to struggle alone?” “I leave you to struggle alone.” He took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--... | The Outcry |
“Never again.” | Grace | me--ever again?” She didn’t falter.<|quote|>“Never again.”</|quote|>Ah then he understood. “But | for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter.<|quote|>“Never again.”</|quote|>Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” | he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter.<|quote|>“Never again.”</|qu... | got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for... | say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then sh... | extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _ac... | her lack of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other for... | I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” ... | The Outcry |
Ah then he understood. | No speaker | She didn’t falter. “Never again.”<|quote|>Ah then he understood.</|quote|>“But he wouldn’t let that | “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.”<|quote|>Ah then he understood.</|quote|>“But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price | so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.”<|quote|>Ah then he und... | consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my depl... | I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is... | for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matt... | of assurance. “Then you don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the ... | struggle alone?” “I leave you to struggle alone.” He took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ so... | The Outcry |
“But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” | Crimble | again.” Ah then he understood.<|quote|>“But he wouldn’t let that serve----?”</|quote|>“Not for the price I | again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood.<|quote|>“But he wouldn’t let that serve----?”</|quote|>“Not for the price I put on it.” “His yielding | God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood.<|quote|>“But he wouldn... | “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to... | as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for ... | a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To a... | don’t--if I may ask--hear from him?” “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evas... | alone?” “I leave you to struggle alone.” He took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to ... | The Outcry |
“Not for the price I put on it.” | Grace | he wouldn’t let that serve----?”<|quote|>“Not for the price I put on it.”</|quote|>“His yielding on the picture?” | Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?”<|quote|>“Not for the price I put on it.”</|quote|>“His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” | exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?”<|quote|>“Not for the pri... | had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he... | _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” ... | somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with i... | “I? Never a word.” “He doesn’t write?” Hugh allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,”... | decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for someth... | The Outcry |
“His yielding on the picture?” | Crimble | price I put on it.”<|quote|>“His yielding on the picture?”</|quote|>“His yielding on the picture.” | that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.”<|quote|>“His yielding on the picture?”</|quote|>“His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all. | before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.”<|quote|>“His yielding on the pict... | she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to ... | more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his ... | my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken... | allowed himself to insist. “He doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply ... | between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke from a... | The Outcry |
“His yielding on the picture.” | Grace | “His yielding on the picture?”<|quote|>“His yielding on the picture.”</|quote|>Hugh lingered before it all. | price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?”<|quote|>“His yielding on the picture.”</|quote|>Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” | _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?”<|quote|>“His yielding on the p... | rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously... | hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is t... | sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it... | doesn’t write. And I don’t write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doe... | he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ ... | The Outcry |
Hugh lingered before it all. | No speaker | “His yielding on the picture.”<|quote|>Hugh lingered before it all.</|quote|>“Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” | “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.”<|quote|>Hugh lingered before it all.</|quote|>“Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I | see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.”<|quote|>Hugh lingered bef... | his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” ... | He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last ... | only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s b... | write either.” “And Lady Sandgate?” Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was c... | him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but if his face thus showed the pang of too great a surprise he yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace. “You leave me to struggl... | The Outcry |
“Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” | Crimble | Hugh lingered before it all.<|quote|>“Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?”</|quote|>“It wasn’t good enough.” “I | “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all.<|quote|>“Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?”</|quote|>“It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,” he repeated-- “I see.” | “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all.<|quote|>“Your proposal wasn’t ‘g... | thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to... | a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption... | strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your f... | Hugh once more ventured. “Doesn’t _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of cour... | we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, w... | The Outcry |
“It wasn’t good enough.” | Grace | “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?”<|quote|>“It wasn’t good enough.”</|quote|>“I see,” he repeated-- “I | Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?”<|quote|>“It wasn’t good enough.”</|quote|>“I see,” he repeated-- “I see.” But he was in | for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?”<|quote|>“It wasn’t good en... | was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” Sh... | confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his ... | for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me-... | _she_ write?” “Doesn’t _she_ hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he add... | see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concer... | The Outcry |
“I see,” | Crimble | enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.”<|quote|>“I see,”</|quote|>he repeated-- “I see.” But | all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.”<|quote|>“I see,”</|quote|>he repeated-- “I see.” But he was in that light | see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.”<|quote|>“I see,”<... | breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. ... | _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I di... | “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not aga... | hear?” said the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while hi... | it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal s... | The Outcry |
he repeated-- | No speaker | wasn’t good enough.” “I see,”<|quote|>he repeated--</|quote|>“I see.” But he was | proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,”<|quote|>he repeated--</|quote|>“I see.” But he was in that light again mystified. | again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,”<|quote|>he repeated--... | a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never aga... | do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his... | him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to tr... | the young man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searc... | “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily na... | The Outcry |
“I see.” | Crimble | enough.” “I see,” he repeated--<|quote|>“I see.”</|quote|>But he was in that | ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,” he repeated--<|quote|>“I see.”</|quote|>But he was in that light again mystified. “Then why | didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,” he repeated--<|quote|>“I see.”</|... | de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah... | So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” -... | word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble h... | man, treating the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “... | But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” ... | The Outcry |
But he was in that light again mystified. | No speaker | see,” he repeated-- “I see.”<|quote|>But he was in that light again mystified.</|quote|>“Then why are you therefore | “It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,” he repeated-- “I see.”<|quote|>But he was in that light again mystified.</|quote|>“Then why are you therefore not free?” “Because--just after--you came | “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,” he repeated-- “I see.”<|quote|>But he was in tha... | he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he u... | that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had ... | wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hu... | the other form of the question as a shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case ... | protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but if his face thus showed the pang of too great a surprise he yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace. “You leave me to struggle alone?” “I leave you ... | The Outcry |
“Then why are you therefore not free?” | Crimble | in that light again mystified.<|quote|>“Then why are you therefore not free?”</|quote|>“Because--just after--you came back, and | “I see.” But he was in that light again mystified.<|quote|>“Then why are you therefore not free?”</|quote|>“Because--just after--you came back, and I _did_ see you again!” | wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,” he repeated-- “I see.” But he was in that light again mystified.<|quote|>“Then why are you the... | come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve--... | say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, b... | it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still ... | shade evasive. “I’ve asked her not to tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it ... | what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me--... | The Outcry |
“Because--just after--you came back, and I _did_ see you again!” | Grace | are you therefore not free?”<|quote|>“Because--just after--you came back, and I _did_ see you again!”</|quote|>Ah, it was all present. | light again mystified. “Then why are you therefore not free?”<|quote|>“Because--just after--you came back, and I _did_ see you again!”</|quote|>Ah, it was all present. “You found you were too | price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,” he repeated-- “I see.” But he was in that light again mystified. “Then why are you therefore not free?”<|quote|>“Because--just after--you... | justify her name for it before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “His yiel... | it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify:... | see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as... | tell me,” his friend replied-- “that is if he simply holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjo... | her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the s... | The Outcry |
Ah, it was all present. | No speaker | I _did_ see you again!”<|quote|>Ah, it was all present.</|quote|>“You found you were too | “Because--just after--you came back, and I _did_ see you again!”<|quote|>Ah, it was all present.</|quote|>“You found you were too sorry for me?” “I found | “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,” he repeated-- “I see.” But he was in that light again mystified. “Then why are you therefore not free?” “Because--just after--you came back, and I _did_ see you again!”<|quote|>Ah, it was ... | _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.”... | me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank ... | it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “A... | holds out.” “So that as she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness ... | came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wo... | The Outcry |
“You found you were too sorry for me?” | Crimble | Ah, it was all present.<|quote|>“You found you were too sorry for me?”</|quote|>“I found I was too | I _did_ see you again!” Ah, it was all present.<|quote|>“You found you were too sorry for me?”</|quote|>“I found I was too sorry for you--as he himself | Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,” he repeated-- “I see.” But he was in that light again mystified. “Then why are you therefore not free?” “Because--just after--you came back, and I _did_ see you again!” Ah, it was all present.<|quote|>“You found you wer... | see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it a... | part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was l... | I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. An... | she doesn’t tell you” --Hugh was clear for the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contri... | talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you d... | The Outcry |
“I found I was too sorry for you--as he himself found I was.” | Grace | were too sorry for me?”<|quote|>“I found I was too sorry for you--as he himself found I was.”</|quote|>Hugh had got hold of | all present. “You found you were too sorry for me?”<|quote|>“I found I was too sorry for you--as he himself found I was.”</|quote|>Hugh had got hold of it now. “And _that_, you | ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,” he repeated-- “I see.” But he was in that light again mystified. “Then why are you therefore not free?” “Because--just after--you came back, and I _did_ see you again!” Ah, it was all present. “You found you were too sorry for me?”<|quote|>“I found I was too sorry for y... | did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good e... | you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he... | see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No” -... | the inference-- “he of course does hold out.” To which he added almost accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it’s I who--all too blunderi... | wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace. “You leave me to struggle alone?” “I leave you to struggle alone.” He took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for... | The Outcry |
Hugh had got hold of it now. | No speaker | he himself found I was.”<|quote|>Hugh had got hold of it now.</|quote|>“And _that_, you mean, he | was too sorry for you--as he himself found I was.”<|quote|>Hugh had got hold of it now.</|quote|>“And _that_, you mean, he couldn’t stomach?” “So little that | he was in that light again mystified. “Then why are you therefore not free?” “Because--just after--you came back, and I _did_ see you again!” Ah, it was all present. “You found you were too sorry for me?” “I found I was too sorry for you--as he himself found I was.”<|quote|>Hugh had got hold of it now.</|quote|>“And _t... | again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,” he repeated-- “I see.” But he was in that light again m... | his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my ... | An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens ... | accusingly while his eyes searched her: “But your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve made it so myself,” she said with a high... | but if his face thus showed the pang of too great a surprise he yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace. “You leave me to struggle alone?” “I leave you to struggle alone.” He took it in bewilderingly, but tried again, even to the heroic, for optimism. “Ah well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.”... | The Outcry |
“And _that_, you mean, he couldn’t stomach?” | Crimble | got hold of it now.<|quote|>“And _that_, you mean, he couldn’t stomach?”</|quote|>“So little that when you | found I was.” Hugh had got hold of it now.<|quote|>“And _that_, you mean, he couldn’t stomach?”</|quote|>“So little that when you had gone (and _how_ you | “Then why are you therefore not free?” “Because--just after--you came back, and I _did_ see you again!” Ah, it was all present. “You found you were too sorry for me?” “I found I was too sorry for you--as he himself found I was.” Hugh had got hold of it now.<|quote|>“And _that_, you mean, he couldn’t stomach?”</|quote|>... | wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,” he repeated-- “I see.” But he was in that light again mystified. “Then why are you therefore n... | get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify h... | Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.” “Well, say you mus... | your case is really bad.” She confessed to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve made it so myself,” she said with a high head-shake, “and you, on the contrary--!” Bu... | the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and yo... | The Outcry |
“So little that when you had gone (and _how_ you had to go you remember) he at once proposed, rather than that I should deceive you in a way so different from his own----” | Grace | you mean, he couldn’t stomach?”<|quote|>“So little that when you had gone (and _how_ you had to go you remember) he at once proposed, rather than that I should deceive you in a way so different from his own----”</|quote|>“To do all we want | of it now. “And _that_, you mean, he couldn’t stomach?”<|quote|>“So little that when you had gone (and _how_ you had to go you remember) he at once proposed, rather than that I should deceive you in a way so different from his own----”</|quote|>“To do all we want of him?” “To do all | “Because--just after--you came back, and I _did_ see you again!” Ah, it was all present. “You found you were too sorry for me?” “I found I was too sorry for you--as he himself found I was.” Hugh had got hold of it now. “And _that_, you mean, he couldn’t stomach?”<|quote|>“So little that when you had gone (and _how_ you... | price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,” he repeated-- “I see.” But he was in that light again mystified. “Then why are you therefore not free?” “Because--just after--you came ba... | from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he could protest, ... | a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.” “Well, say you must” --he really declined not to treat it... | to it after a moment, but as if vaguely enjoying it. “My case is really bad.” He had a vividness of impatience and contrition. 197 “And it’s I who--all too blunderingly!--have made it so?” “I’ve made it so myself,” she said with a high head-shake, “and you, on the contrary--!” But here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’... | didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to ju... | The Outcry |
“To do all we want of him?” | Crimble | so different from his own----”<|quote|>“To do all we want of him?”</|quote|>“To do all I did | deceive you in a way so different from his own----”<|quote|>“To do all we want of him?”</|quote|>“To do all I did at least.” “And it was | I was.” Hugh had got hold of it now. “And _that_, you mean, he couldn’t stomach?” “So little that when you had gone (and _how_ you had to go you remember) he at once proposed, rather than that I should deceive you in a way so different from his own----”<|quote|>“To do all we want of him?”</|quote|>“To do all I did at l... | see.” But he was in that light again mystified. “Then why are you therefore not free?” “Because--just after--you came back, and I _did_ see you again!” Ah, it was all present. “You found you were too sorry for me?” “I found I was too sorry for you--as he himself found I was.” Hugh had got hold of it now. “And _that_, y... | joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah th... | deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.” “Well, say you must” --he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a “lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it... | “I’ve made it so myself,” she said with a high head-shake, “and you, on the contrary--!” But here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not ... | “Well, say you must” --he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a “lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--... | The Outcry |
“To do all I did at least.” | Grace | all we want of him?”<|quote|>“To do all I did at least.”</|quote|>“And it was _then_,” he | from his own----” “To do all we want of him?”<|quote|>“To do all I did at least.”</|quote|>“And it was _then_,” he took in, “that you wouldn’t | it now. “And _that_, you mean, he couldn’t stomach?” “So little that when you had gone (and _how_ you had to go you remember) he at once proposed, rather than that I should deceive you in a way so different from his own----” “To do all we want of him?”<|quote|>“To do all I did at least.”</|quote|>“And it was _then_,” h... | again mystified. “Then why are you therefore not free?” “Because--just after--you came back, and I _did_ see you again!” Ah, it was all present. “You found you were too sorry for me?” “I found I was too sorry for you--as he himself found I was.” Hugh had got hold of it now. “And _that_, you mean, he couldn’t stomach?” ... | God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let t... | happens I must now accept it.” “Well, say you must” --he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a “lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with mor... | with a high head-shake, “and you, on the contrary--!” But here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “i... | isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --sh... | The Outcry |
“And it was _then_,” | Crimble | all I did at least.”<|quote|>“And it was _then_,”</|quote|>he took in, “that you | want of him?” “To do all I did at least.”<|quote|>“And it was _then_,”</|quote|>he took in, “that you wouldn’t deal?” “Well” --try though | couldn’t stomach?” “So little that when you had gone (and _how_ you had to go you remember) he at once proposed, rather than that I should deceive you in a way so different from his own----” “To do all we want of him?” “To do all I did at least.”<|quote|>“And it was _then_,”</|quote|>he took in, “that you wouldn’t deal... | not free?” “Because--just after--you came back, and I _did_ see you again!” Ah, it was all present. “You found you were too sorry for me?” “I found I was too sorry for you--as he himself found I was.” Hugh had got hold of it now. “And _that_, you mean, he couldn’t stomach?” “So little that when you had gone (and _how_ ... | And to justify her name for it before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “H... | say you must” --he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a “lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I c... | the contrary--!” But here she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve g... | de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah... | The Outcry |
he took in, | No speaker | least.” “And it was _then_,”<|quote|>he took in,</|quote|>“that you wouldn’t deal?” “Well” | do all I did at least.” “And it was _then_,”<|quote|>he took in,</|quote|>“that you wouldn’t deal?” “Well” --try though she might to | that when you had gone (and _how_ you had to go you remember) he at once proposed, rather than that I should deceive you in a way so different from his own----” “To do all we want of him?” “To do all I did at least.” “And it was _then_,”<|quote|>he took in,</|quote|>“that you wouldn’t deal?” “Well” --try though she mig... | came back, and I _did_ see you again!” Ah, it was all present. “You found you were too sorry for me?” “I found I was too sorry for you--as he himself found I was.” Hugh had got hold of it now. “And _that_, you mean, he couldn’t stomach?” “So little that when you had gone (and _how_ you had to go you remember) he at onc... | name for it before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “His yielding on the ... | really declined not to treat it almost as rather a “lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He ... | she checked her emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as t... | he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.” “Well, say you must” --he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a “lark” -- “if we can at l... | The Outcry |
“that you wouldn’t deal?” | Crimble | was _then_,” he took in,<|quote|>“that you wouldn’t deal?”</|quote|>“Well” --try though she might | did at least.” “And it was _then_,” he took in,<|quote|>“that you wouldn’t deal?”</|quote|>“Well” --try though she might to keep the colour out, | had gone (and _how_ you had to go you remember) he at once proposed, rather than that I should deceive you in a way so different from his own----” “To do all we want of him?” “To do all I did at least.” “And it was _then_,” he took in,<|quote|>“that you wouldn’t deal?”</|quote|>“Well” --try though she might to keep the... | I _did_ see you again!” Ah, it was all present. “You found you were too sorry for me?” “I found I was too sorry for you--as he himself found I was.” Hugh had got hold of it now. “And _that_, you mean, he couldn’t stomach?” “So little that when you had gone (and _how_ you had to go you remember) he at once proposed, rat... | before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “H... | to treat it almost as rather a “lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with ... | emphasis. “Ah, I’ve so _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him... | she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, m... | The Outcry |
“Well” | Grace | in, “that you wouldn’t deal?”<|quote|>“Well”</|quote|>--try though she might to | it was _then_,” he took in, “that you wouldn’t deal?”<|quote|>“Well”</|quote|>--try though she might to keep the colour out, it | you had to go you remember) he at once proposed, rather than that I should deceive you in a way so different from his own----” “To do all we want of him?” “To do all I did at least.” “And it was _then_,” he took in, “that you wouldn’t deal?”<|quote|>“Well”</|quote|>--try though she might to keep the colour out, it all ... | again!” Ah, it was all present. “You found you were too sorry for me?” “I found I was too sorry for you--as he himself found I was.” Hugh had got hold of it now. “And _that_, you mean, he couldn’t stomach?” “So little that when you had gone (and _how_ you had to go you remember) he at once proposed, rather than that I ... | “I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the pictur... | as rather a “lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture al... | _wanted_, through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it ... | “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express com... | The Outcry |
--try though she might to keep the colour out, it all came straighter and straighter now-- | No speaker | “that you wouldn’t deal?” “Well”<|quote|>--try though she might to keep the colour out, it all came straighter and straighter now--</|quote|>“those moments had brought you | was _then_,” he took in, “that you wouldn’t deal?” “Well”<|quote|>--try though she might to keep the colour out, it all came straighter and straighter now--</|quote|>“those moments had brought you home to me as they | had to go you remember) he at once proposed, rather than that I should deceive you in a way so different from his own----” “To do all we want of him?” “To do all I did at least.” “And it was _then_,” he took in, “that you wouldn’t deal?” “Well”<|quote|>--try though she might to keep the colour out, it all came straight... | Ah, it was all present. “You found you were too sorry for me?” “I found I was too sorry for you--as he himself found I was.” Hugh had got hold of it now. “And _that_, you mean, he couldn’t stomach?” “So little that when you had gone (and _how_ you had to go you remember) he at once proposed, rather than that I should d... | _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.”... | rather a “lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all h... | through our horrid silence, to help you!” And he pressed to get more at the truth. “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at onc... | matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably ha... | The Outcry |
“those moments had brought you home to me as they had also brought _him_; making such a difference, I felt, for what he veered round to agree to.” | Grace | came straighter and straighter now--<|quote|>“those moments had brought you home to me as they had also brought _him_; making such a difference, I felt, for what he veered round to agree to.”</|quote|>“The difference” --Hugh wanted it | the colour out, it all came straighter and straighter now--<|quote|>“those moments had brought you home to me as they had also brought _him_; making such a difference, I felt, for what he veered round to agree to.”</|quote|>“The difference” --Hugh wanted it so adorably definite-- “that you | in a way so different from his own----” “To do all we want of him?” “To do all I did at least.” “And it was _then_,” he took in, “that you wouldn’t deal?” “Well” --try though she might to keep the colour out, it all came straighter and straighter now--<|quote|>“those moments had brought you home to me as they had also ... | was too sorry for you--as he himself found I was.” Hugh had got hold of it now. “And _that_, you mean, he couldn’t stomach?” “So little that when you had gone (and _how_ you had to go you remember) he at once proposed, rather than that I should deceive you in a way so different from his own----” “To do all we want of h... | it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I se... | least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that en... | “You’ve so quite fatally displeased him?” “To the last point--as I tell you. But it’s not to that I refer,” she explained; “it’s to the ground of complaint I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, ... | me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure... | The Outcry |
“The difference” | Crimble | veered round to agree to.”<|quote|>“The difference”</|quote|>--Hugh wanted it so adorably | I felt, for what he veered round to agree to.”<|quote|>“The difference”</|quote|>--Hugh wanted it so adorably definite-- “that you didn’t see | in, “that you wouldn’t deal?” “Well” --try though she might to keep the colour out, it all came straighter and straighter now-- “those moments had brought you home to me as they had also brought _him_; making such a difference, I felt, for what he veered round to agree to.”<|quote|>“The difference”</|quote|>--Hugh want... | you had gone (and _how_ you had to go you remember) he at once proposed, rather than that I should deceive you in a way so different from his own----” “To do all we want of him?” “To do all I did at least.” “And it was _then_,” he took in, “that you wouldn’t deal?” “Well” --try though she might to keep the colour out, ... | it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,” he repeated-- “I see.” But he was in that light again mystified. “Then why are you therefore not free?” “Because--just after--you came back, and I _did_... | with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for... | I’ve given _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture ... | It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke f... | The Outcry |
--Hugh wanted it so adorably definite-- | No speaker | to agree to.” “The difference”<|quote|>--Hugh wanted it so adorably definite--</|quote|>“that you didn’t see your | for what he veered round to agree to.” “The difference”<|quote|>--Hugh wanted it so adorably definite--</|quote|>“that you didn’t see your way to accepting----?” “No, not | you wouldn’t deal?” “Well” --try though she might to keep the colour out, it all came straighter and straighter now-- “those moments had brought you home to me as they had also brought _him_; making such a difference, I felt, for what he veered round to agree to.” “The difference”<|quote|>--Hugh wanted it so adorably d... | gone (and _how_ you had to go you remember) he at once proposed, rather than that I should deceive you in a way so different from his own----” “To do all we want of him?” “To do all I did at least.” “And it was _then_,” he took in, “that you wouldn’t deal?” “Well” --try though she might to keep the colour out, it all c... | yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,” he repeated-- “I see.” But he was in that light again mystified. “Then why are you therefore not free?” “Because--just after--you came back, and I _did_ see you a... | firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part ... | _you_.” And then as this but left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You m... | in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complicatio... | The Outcry |
“that you didn’t see your way to accepting----?” | Crimble | wanted it so adorably definite--<|quote|>“that you didn’t see your way to accepting----?”</|quote|>“No, not to accepting the | agree to.” “The difference” --Hugh wanted it so adorably definite--<|quote|>“that you didn’t see your way to accepting----?”</|quote|>“No, not to accepting the condition he named.” “Which was | she might to keep the colour out, it all came straighter and straighter now-- “those moments had brought you home to me as they had also brought _him_; making such a difference, I felt, for what he veered round to agree to.” “The difference” --Hugh wanted it so adorably definite--<|quote|>“that you didn’t see your way ... | go you remember) he at once proposed, rather than that I should deceive you in a way so different from his own----” “To do all we want of him?” “To do all I did at least.” “And it was _then_,” he took in, “that you wouldn’t deal?” “Well” --try though she might to keep the colour out, it all came straighter and straight... | on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,” he repeated-- “I see.” But he was in that light again mystified. “Then why are you therefore not free?” “Because--just after--you came back, and I _did_ see you again!” Ah, it was all present. “You foun... | can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done... | left him blank, “It’s time--it was at once time--that you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only won... | it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still ... | The Outcry |
“No, not to accepting the condition he named.” | Grace | see your way to accepting----?”<|quote|>“No, not to accepting the condition he named.”</|quote|>“Which was that he’d keep | adorably definite-- “that you didn’t see your way to accepting----?”<|quote|>“No, not to accepting the condition he named.”</|quote|>“Which was that he’d keep the picture for you if | all came straighter and straighter now-- “those moments had brought you home to me as they had also brought _him_; making such a difference, I felt, for what he veered round to agree to.” “The difference” --Hugh wanted it so adorably definite-- “that you didn’t see your way to accepting----?”<|quote|>“No, not to accept... | than that I should deceive you in a way so different from his own----” “To do all we want of him?” “To do all I did at least.” “And it was _then_,” he took in, “that you wouldn’t deal?” “Well” --try though she might to keep the colour out, it all came straighter and straighter now-- “those moments had brought you home ... | “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,” he repeated-- “I see.” But he was in that light again mystified. “Then why are you therefore not free?” “Because--just after--you came back, and I _did_ see you again!” Ah, it was all present. “You found you were too sorry for me?” “I found I was t... | a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption... | time--that you should know,” she pursued; “and yet if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. ... | on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,” he repeated-- “I see.” But he was in that light again mystified. “Then why are you therefore not free?” “Because--just after--you came back, and I _d... | The Outcry |
“Which was that he’d keep the picture for you if you’d treat me as too ‘low’----?” | Crimble | accepting the condition he named.”<|quote|>“Which was that he’d keep the picture for you if you’d treat me as too ‘low’----?”</|quote|>“If I’d treat you,” said | to accepting----?” “No, not to accepting the condition he named.”<|quote|>“Which was that he’d keep the picture for you if you’d treat me as too ‘low’----?”</|quote|>“If I’d treat you,” said Lady Grace with her eyes | had brought you home to me as they had also brought _him_; making such a difference, I felt, for what he veered round to agree to.” “The difference” --Hugh wanted it so adorably definite-- “that you didn’t see your way to accepting----?” “No, not to accepting the condition he named.”<|quote|>“Which was that he’d keep t... | way so different from his own----” “To do all we want of him?” “To do all I did at least.” “And it was _then_,” he took in, “that you wouldn’t deal?” “Well” --try though she might to keep the colour out, it all came straighter and straighter now-- “those moments had brought you home to me as they had also brought _him_... | enough.” “I see,” he repeated-- “I see.” But he was in that light again mystified. “Then why are you therefore not free?” “Because--just after--you came back, and I _did_ see you again!” Ah, it was all present. “You found you were too sorry for me?” “I found I was too sorry for you--as he himself found I was.” Hugh had... | more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” ... | if it’s hard for me to speak, as you see, it was impossible for me to write. But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. ... | “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily na... | The Outcry |
“If I’d treat you,” | Grace | treat me as too ‘low’----?”<|quote|>“If I’d treat you,”</|quote|>said Lady Grace with her | picture for you if you’d treat me as too ‘low’----?”<|quote|>“If I’d treat you,”</|quote|>said Lady Grace with her eyes on his fine young | I felt, for what he veered round to agree to.” “The difference” --Hugh wanted it so adorably definite-- “that you didn’t see your way to accepting----?” “No, not to accepting the condition he named.” “Which was that he’d keep the picture for you if you’d treat me as too ‘low’----?”<|quote|>“If I’d treat you,”</|quote|>... | I did at least.” “And it was _then_,” he took in, “that you wouldn’t deal?” “Well” --try though she might to keep the colour out, it all came straighter and straighter now-- “those moments had brought you home to me as they had also brought _him_; making such a difference, I felt, for what he veered round to agree to.”... | why are you therefore not free?” “Because--just after--you came back, and I _did_ see you again!” Ah, it was all present. “You found you were too sorry for me?” “I found I was too sorry for you--as he himself found I was.” Hugh had got hold of it now. “And _that_, you mean, he couldn’t stomach?” “So little that when yo... | and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but sh... | write. But there it is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” H... | see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. ... | The Outcry |
said Lady Grace with her eyes on his fine young face, | No speaker | ‘low’----?” “If I’d treat you,”<|quote|>said Lady Grace with her eyes on his fine young face,</|quote|>“as impossible.” He kept her | you’d treat me as too ‘low’----?” “If I’d treat you,”<|quote|>said Lady Grace with her eyes on his fine young face,</|quote|>“as impossible.” He kept her eyes--he clearly liked so to | he veered round to agree to.” “The difference” --Hugh wanted it so adorably definite-- “that you didn’t see your way to accepting----?” “No, not to accepting the condition he named.” “Which was that he’d keep the picture for you if you’d treat me as too ‘low’----?” “If I’d treat you,”<|quote|>said Lady Grace with her e... | “And it was _then_,” he took in, “that you wouldn’t deal?” “Well” --try though she might to keep the colour out, it all came straighter and straighter now-- “those moments had brought you home to me as they had also brought _him_; making such a difference, I felt, for what he veered round to agree to.” “The difference”... | not free?” “Because--just after--you came back, and I _did_ see you again!” Ah, it was all present. “You found you were too sorry for me?” “I found I was too sorry for you--as he himself found I was.” Hugh had got hold of it now. “And _that_, you mean, he couldn’t stomach?” “So little that when you had gone (and _how_ ... | didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again... | is.” She made her sad and beautiful effort. “The last thing before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turne... | probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.” “Well, say you must” --he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a “lark” -- “if we can at least go o... | The Outcry |
“as impossible.” | Crimble | on his fine young face,<|quote|>“as impossible.”</|quote|>He kept her eyes--he clearly | Lady Grace with her eyes on his fine young face,<|quote|>“as impossible.”</|quote|>He kept her eyes--he clearly liked so to make her | so adorably definite-- “that you didn’t see your way to accepting----?” “No, not to accepting the condition he named.” “Which was that he’d keep the picture for you if you’d treat me as too ‘low’----?” “If I’d treat you,” said Lady Grace with her eyes on his fine young face,<|quote|>“as impossible.”</|quote|>He kept he... | “Well” --try though she might to keep the colour out, it all came straighter and straighter now-- “those moments had brought you home to me as they had also brought _him_; making such a difference, I felt, for what he veered round to agree to.” “The difference” --Hugh wanted it so adorably definite-- “that you didn’t s... | again!” Ah, it was all present. “You found you were too sorry for me?” “I found I was too sorry for you--as he himself found I was.” Hugh had got hold of it now. “And _that_, you mean, he couldn’t stomach?” “So little that when you had gone (and _how_ you had to go you remember) he at once proposed, rather than that I ... | for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then th... | before he left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but if his face thus... | “I see.” But he was in that light again mystified. “Then why are you therefore not free?” “Because--just after--you came back, and I _did_ see you again!” Ah, it was all present. “You found you were too sorry for me?” “I found I was too sorry for you--as he himself found I was.” Hugh had got hold of it now. “And _that_... | The Outcry |
He kept her eyes--he clearly liked so to make her repeat it. | No speaker | fine young face, “as impossible.”<|quote|>He kept her eyes--he clearly liked so to make her repeat it.</|quote|>“And not even for the | with her eyes on his fine young face, “as impossible.”<|quote|>He kept her eyes--he clearly liked so to make her repeat it.</|quote|>“And not even for the sake of the picture--?” After | definite-- “that you didn’t see your way to accepting----?” “No, not to accepting the condition he named.” “Which was that he’d keep the picture for you if you’d treat me as too ‘low’----?” “If I’d treat you,” said Lady Grace with her eyes on his fine young face, “as impossible.”<|quote|>He kept her eyes--he clearly li... | though she might to keep the colour out, it all came straighter and straighter now-- “those moments had brought you home to me as they had also brought _him_; making such a difference, I felt, for what he veered round to agree to.” “The difference” --Hugh wanted it so adorably definite-- “that you didn’t see your way t... | it was all present. “You found you were too sorry for me?” “I found I was too sorry for you--as he himself found I was.” Hugh had got hold of it now. “And _that_, you mean, he couldn’t stomach?” “So little that when you had gone (and _how_ you had to go you remember) he at once proposed, rather than that I should decei... | --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God ... | left us I let the picture go.” “You mean--?” But he could only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but if his face thus showed th... | almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ ... | The Outcry |
“And not even for the sake of the picture--?” | Crimble | to make her repeat it.<|quote|>“And not even for the sake of the picture--?”</|quote|>After he had given her | her eyes--he clearly liked so to make her repeat it.<|quote|>“And not even for the sake of the picture--?”</|quote|>After he had given her time, however, her silence, with | accepting the condition he named.” “Which was that he’d keep the picture for you if you’d treat me as too ‘low’----?” “If I’d treat you,” said Lady Grace with her eyes on his fine young face, “as impossible.” He kept her eyes--he clearly liked so to make her repeat it.<|quote|>“And not even for the sake of the picture-... | and straighter now-- “those moments had brought you home to me as they had also brought _him_; making such a difference, I felt, for what he veered round to agree to.” “The difference” --Hugh wanted it so adorably definite-- “that you didn’t see your way to accepting----?” “No, not to accepting the condition he named.”... | “I found I was too sorry for you--as he himself found I was.” Hugh had got hold of it now. “And _that_, you mean, he couldn’t stomach?” “So little that when you had gone (and _how_ you had to go you remember) he at once proposed, rather than that I should deceive you in a way so different from his own----” “To do all w... | you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he... | only wonder--till, however, it glimmered upon him. “You gave up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but if his face thus showed the pang of too great a surprise he yet wreathed the convuls... | do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his... | The Outcry |
After he had given her time, however, her silence, with her beautiful look in it, seemed to admonish him not to force her for his pleasure; as if what she had already told him didn’t make him throb enough for the wonder of it. He _had_ it, and let her see by his high flush how he made it his own--while, the next thing,... | No speaker | the sake of the picture--?”<|quote|>After he had given her time, however, her silence, with her beautiful look in it, seemed to admonish him not to force her for his pleasure; as if what she had already told him didn’t make him throb enough for the wonder of it. He _had_ it, and let her see by his high flush how he mad... | it. “And not even for the sake of the picture--?”<|quote|>After he had given her time, however, her silence, with her beautiful look in it, seemed to admonish him not to force her for his pleasure; as if what she had already told him didn’t make him throb enough for the wonder of it. He _had_ it, and let her see by his... | keep the picture for you if you’d treat me as too ‘low’----?” “If I’d treat you,” said Lady Grace with her eyes on his fine young face, “as impossible.” He kept her eyes--he clearly liked so to make her repeat it. “And not even for the sake of the picture--?”<|quote|>After he had given her time, however, her silence, w... | to me as they had also brought _him_; making such a difference, I felt, for what he veered round to agree to.” “The difference” --Hugh wanted it so adorably definite-- “that you didn’t see your way to accepting----?” “No, not to accepting the condition he named.” “Which was that he’d keep the picture for you if you’d t... | himself found I was.” Hugh had got hold of it now. “And _that_, you mean, he couldn’t stomach?” “So little that when you had gone (and _how_ you had to go you remember) he at once proposed, rather than that I should deceive you in a way so different from his own----” “To do all we want of him?” “To do all I did at leas... | that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve co... | up your protest?” “I gave up my protest. I told him that--so far as I’m concerned!--he might do as he liked.” Her poor friend turned pale at the sharp little shock of it; but if his face thus showed the pang of too great a surprise he yet wreathed the convulsion in a gay grimace. “You leave me to struggle alone?” “I le... | away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he could prot... | The Outcry |
“Your father’s reprobation of me personally is on the ground that you’re all such great people?” | Crimble | called for a different intelligence.<|quote|>“Your father’s reprobation of me personally is on the ground that you’re all such great people?”</|quote|>She spared him the invidious | the rest of that illumination called for a different intelligence.<|quote|>“Your father’s reprobation of me personally is on the ground that you’re all such great people?”</|quote|>She spared him the invidious answer to this as, a | told him didn’t make him throb enough for the wonder of it. He _had_ it, and let her see by his high flush how he made it his own--while, the next thing, as it was but part of her avowal, the rest of that illumination called for a different intelligence.<|quote|>“Your father’s reprobation of me personally is on the gro... | eyes--he clearly liked so to make her repeat it. “And not even for the sake of the picture--?” After he had given her time, however, her silence, with her beautiful look in it, seemed to admonish him not to force her for his pleasure; as if what she had already told him didn’t make him throb enough for the wonder of it... | to keep the colour out, it all came straighter and straighter now-- “those moments had brought you home to me as they had also brought _him_; making such a difference, I felt, for what he veered round to agree to.” “The difference” --Hugh wanted it so adorably definite-- “that you didn’t see your way to accepting----?”... | to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before i... | well, you decided, I suppose, on some new personal ground.” “Yes; a reason came up, a reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited ... | like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank God you’ve come, yes--for my deplorable exposure.” And to justify her name for it before he could protest, “I _offered_ him here not to see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She di... | The Outcry |
She spared him the invidious answer to this as, a moment before, his eagerness had spared her reserve; she flung over the | No speaker | you’re all such great people?”<|quote|>She spared him the invidious answer to this as, a moment before, his eagerness had spared her reserve; she flung over the</|quote|>“ground” that his question laid | is on the ground that you’re all such great people?”<|quote|>She spared him the invidious answer to this as, a moment before, his eagerness had spared her reserve; she flung over the</|quote|>“ground” that his question laid bare the light veil of | let her see by his high flush how he made it his own--while, the next thing, as it was but part of her avowal, the rest of that illumination called for a different intelligence. “Your father’s reprobation of me personally is on the ground that you’re all such great people?”<|quote|>She spared him the invidious answer t... | the picture--?” After he had given her time, however, her silence, with her beautiful look in it, seemed to admonish him not to force her for his pleasure; as if what she had already told him didn’t make him throb enough for the wonder of it. He _had_ it, and let her see by his high flush how he made it his own--while,... | you home to me as they had also brought _him_; making such a difference, I felt, for what he veered round to agree to.” “The difference” --Hugh wanted it so adorably definite-- “that you didn’t see your way to accepting----?” “No, not to accepting the condition he named.” “Which was that he’d keep the picture for you i... | me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,” he repeated-... | reason I hadn’t to that extent looked for and which of a sudden--quickly, before he went--I _had_ somehow to deal with. So to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He... | understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,” he repeated-- “I see.” But he was in that light again mystified. “Then why... | The Outcry |
“ground” | No speaker | reserve; she flung over the<|quote|>“ground”</|quote|>that his question laid bare | his eagerness had spared her reserve; she flung over the<|quote|>“ground”</|quote|>that his question laid bare the light veil of an | her avowal, the rest of that illumination called for a different intelligence. “Your father’s reprobation of me personally is on the ground that you’re all such great people?” She spared him the invidious answer to this as, a moment before, his eagerness had spared her reserve; she flung over the<|quote|>“ground”</|quo... | to force her for his pleasure; as if what she had already told him didn’t make him throb enough for the wonder of it. He _had_ it, and let her see by his high flush how he made it his own--while, the next thing, as it was but part of her avowal, the rest of that illumination called for a different intelligence. “Your f... | agree to.” “The difference” --Hugh wanted it so adorably definite-- “that you didn’t see your way to accepting----?” “No, not to accepting the condition he named.” “Which was that he’d keep the picture for you if you’d treat me as too ‘low’----?” “If I’d treat you,” said Lady Grace with her eyes on his fine young face,... | put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,” he repeated-- “I see.” But he was in that light again mystified. “Then why are you therefore not free?” “Because--just after--you came back, and ... | to give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand... | “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,” he repeated-- “I see.” But he was in that light ... | The Outcry |
that his question laid bare the light veil of an evasion, | No speaker | she flung over the “ground”<|quote|>that his question laid bare the light veil of an evasion,</|quote|>“‘Great people,’ I’ve learned to | eagerness had spared her reserve; she flung over the “ground”<|quote|>that his question laid bare the light veil of an evasion,</|quote|>“‘Great people,’ I’ve learned to see, mustn’t--to remain great--do what | avowal, the rest of that illumination called for a different intelligence. “Your father’s reprobation of me personally is on the ground that you’re all such great people?” She spared him the invidious answer to this as, a moment before, his eagerness had spared her reserve; she flung over the “ground”<|quote|>that his ... | force her for his pleasure; as if what she had already told him didn’t make him throb enough for the wonder of it. He _had_ it, and let her see by his high flush how he made it his own--while, the next thing, as it was but part of her avowal, the rest of that illumination called for a different intelligence. “Your fath... | to.” “The difference” --Hugh wanted it so adorably definite-- “that you didn’t see your way to accepting----?” “No, not to accepting the condition he named.” “Which was that he’d keep the picture for you if you’d treat me as too ‘low’----?” “If I’d treat you,” said Lady Grace with her eyes on his fine young face, “as i... | on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,” he repeated-- “I see.” But he was in that light again mystified. “Then why are you therefore not free?” “Because--just after--you came back, and I _d... | give him my word in the dismal sense I mention was my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I ... | see you,” she rigorously explained. “‘Offered him?” --Hugh did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it a... | The Outcry |
“‘Great people,’ I’ve learned to see, mustn’t--to remain great--do what my father’s doing.” | Grace | light veil of an evasion,<|quote|>“‘Great people,’ I’ve learned to see, mustn’t--to remain great--do what my father’s doing.”</|quote|>“It’s indeed on the theory | his question laid bare the light veil of an evasion,<|quote|>“‘Great people,’ I’ve learned to see, mustn’t--to remain great--do what my father’s doing.”</|quote|>“It’s indeed on the theory of their not so behaving,” | “Your father’s reprobation of me personally is on the ground that you’re all such great people?” She spared him the invidious answer to this as, a moment before, his eagerness had spared her reserve; she flung over the “ground” that his question laid bare the light veil of an evasion,<|quote|>“‘Great people,’ I’ve lear... | told him didn’t make him throb enough for the wonder of it. He _had_ it, and let her see by his high flush how he made it his own--while, the next thing, as it was but part of her avowal, the rest of that illumination called for a different intelligence. “Your father’s reprobation of me personally is on the ground that... | didn’t see your way to accepting----?” “No, not to accepting the condition he named.” “Which was that he’d keep the picture for you if you’d treat me as too ‘low’----?” “If I’d treat you,” said Lady Grace with her eyes on his fine young face, “as impossible.” He kept her eyes--he clearly liked so to make her repeat it.... | picture.” Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,” he repeated-- “I see.” But he was in that light again mystified. “Then why are you therefore not free?” “Because--just after--you came back, and I _did_ see you again!” Ah, it was all present. “You found you w... | my only way to meet the strain.” She paused; Hugh waited for something further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’... | “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,” he repeated-- “I see.” But he was in that light again mystified. “Then why are you the... | The Outcry |
“It’s indeed on the theory of their not so behaving,” | Crimble | great--do what my father’s doing.”<|quote|>“It’s indeed on the theory of their not so behaving,”</|quote|>Hugh returned, “that we see | learned to see, mustn’t--to remain great--do what my father’s doing.”<|quote|>“It’s indeed on the theory of their not so behaving,”</|quote|>Hugh returned, “that we see them--all the inferior rest of | such great people?” She spared him the invidious answer to this as, a moment before, his eagerness had spared her reserve; she flung over the “ground” that his question laid bare the light veil of an evasion, “‘Great people,’ I’ve learned to see, mustn’t--to remain great--do what my father’s doing.”<|quote|>“It’s indee... | _had_ it, and let her see by his high flush how he made it his own--while, the next thing, as it was but part of her avowal, the rest of that illumination called for a different intelligence. “Your father’s reprobation of me personally is on the ground that you’re all such great people?” She spared him the invidious an... | named.” “Which was that he’d keep the picture for you if you’d treat me as too ‘low’----?” “If I’d treat you,” said Lady Grace with her eyes on his fine young face, “as impossible.” He kept her eyes--he clearly liked so to make her repeat it. “And not even for the sake of the picture--?” After he had given her time, ho... | good enough.” “I see,” he repeated-- “I see.” But he was in that light again mystified. “Then why are you therefore not free?” “Because--just after--you came back, and I _did_ see you again!” Ah, it was all present. “You found you were too sorry for me?” “I found I was too sorry for you--as he himself found I was.” Hug... | further, and “I gave him my word I wouldn’t help you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engag... | felt, for what he veered round to agree to.” “The difference” --Hugh wanted it so adorably definite-- “that you didn’t see your way to accepting----?” “No, not to accepting the condition he named.” “Which was that he’d keep the picture for you if you’d treat me as too ‘low’----?” “If I’d treat you,” said Lady Grace wit... | The Outcry |
Hugh returned, | No speaker | of their not so behaving,”<|quote|>Hugh returned,</|quote|>“that we see them--all the | “It’s indeed on the theory of their not so behaving,”<|quote|>Hugh returned,</|quote|>“that we see them--all the inferior rest of us--in the | this as, a moment before, his eagerness had spared her reserve; she flung over the “ground” that his question laid bare the light veil of an evasion, “‘Great people,’ I’ve learned to see, mustn’t--to remain great--do what my father’s doing.” “It’s indeed on the theory of their not so behaving,”<|quote|>Hugh returned,</... | how he made it his own--while, the next thing, as it was but part of her avowal, the rest of that illumination called for a different intelligence. “Your father’s reprobation of me personally is on the ground that you’re all such great people?” She spared him the invidious answer to this as, a moment before, his eagern... | if you’d treat me as too ‘low’----?” “If I’d treat you,” said Lady Grace with her eyes on his fine young face, “as impossible.” He kept her eyes--he clearly liked so to make her repeat it. “And not even for the sake of the picture--?” After he had given her time, however, her silence, with her beautiful look in it, see... | was in that light again mystified. “Then why are you therefore not free?” “Because--just after--you came back, and I _did_ see you again!” Ah, it was all present. “You found you were too sorry for me?” “I found I was too sorry for you--as he himself found I was.” Hugh had got hold of it now. “And _that_, you mean, he c... | you,” she wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his f... | irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he flamed so much higher. “Thank... | The Outcry |
“that we see them--all the inferior rest of us--in the grand glamour of their greatness!” | Crimble | not so behaving,” Hugh returned,<|quote|>“that we see them--all the inferior rest of us--in the grand glamour of their greatness!”</|quote|>If he had spoken to | on the theory of their not so behaving,” Hugh returned,<|quote|>“that we see them--all the inferior rest of us--in the grand glamour of their greatness!”</|quote|>If he had spoken to meet her admirable frankness half-way, | a moment before, his eagerness had spared her reserve; she flung over the “ground” that his question laid bare the light veil of an evasion, “‘Great people,’ I’ve learned to see, mustn’t--to remain great--do what my father’s doing.” “It’s indeed on the theory of their not so behaving,” Hugh returned,<|quote|>“that we s... | made it his own--while, the next thing, as it was but part of her avowal, the rest of that illumination called for a different intelligence. “Your father’s reprobation of me personally is on the ground that you’re all such great people?” She spared him the invidious answer to this as, a moment before, his eagerness had... | treat me as too ‘low’----?” “If I’d treat you,” said Lady Grace with her eyes on his fine young face, “as impossible.” He kept her eyes--he clearly liked so to make her repeat it. “And not even for the sake of the picture--?” After he had given her time, however, her silence, with her beautiful look in it, seemed to ad... | that light again mystified. “Then why are you therefore not free?” “Because--just after--you came back, and I _did_ see you again!” Ah, it was all present. “You found you were too sorry for me?” “I found I was too sorry for you--as he himself found I was.” Hugh had got hold of it now. “And _that_, you mean, he couldn’t... | wound up. He turned it over. “To _act_ in the matter--I see.” “To act in the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might ... | you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a _feu de joie_: he... | The Outcry |
If he had spoken to meet her admirable frankness half-way, that beauty in her almost brushed him aside to make at a single step the rest of the journey. | No speaker | grand glamour of their greatness!”<|quote|>If he had spoken to meet her admirable frankness half-way, that beauty in her almost brushed him aside to make at a single step the rest of the journey.</|quote|>“You won’t see them in | inferior rest of us--in the grand glamour of their greatness!”<|quote|>If he had spoken to meet her admirable frankness half-way, that beauty in her almost brushed him aside to make at a single step the rest of the journey.</|quote|>“You won’t see them in it for long--if they don’t | his question laid bare the light veil of an evasion, “‘Great people,’ I’ve learned to see, mustn’t--to remain great--do what my father’s doing.” “It’s indeed on the theory of their not so behaving,” Hugh returned, “that we see them--all the inferior rest of us--in the grand glamour of their greatness!”<|quote|>If he ha... | the rest of that illumination called for a different intelligence. “Your father’s reprobation of me personally is on the ground that you’re all such great people?” She spared him the invidious answer to this as, a moment before, his eagerness had spared her reserve; she flung over the “ground” that his question laid ba... | on his fine young face, “as impossible.” He kept her eyes--he clearly liked so to make her repeat it. “And not even for the sake of the picture--?” After he had given her time, however, her silence, with her beautiful look in it, seemed to admonish him not to force her for his pleasure; as if what she had already told ... | and I _did_ see you again!” Ah, it was all present. “You found you were too sorry for me?” “I found I was too sorry for you--as he himself found I was.” Hugh had got hold of it now. “And _that_, you mean, he couldn’t stomach?” “So little that when you had gone (and _how_ you had to go you remember) he at once proposed,... | the matter” --she went through with it-- “after the high stand I had taken.” Still he studied it. “I see--I see. It’s between you and your father.” “It’s between him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probabl... | the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,” he repeated-- “I see.” But he was in that light again mystified. “Then why are you therefore not free?” “Because--just after--you came back, and I _did_ see you again!” Ah, i... | The Outcry |
“You won’t see them in it for long--if they don’t now, under such tests and with such opportunities, begin to take care.” | Grace | the rest of the journey.<|quote|>“You won’t see them in it for long--if they don’t now, under such tests and with such opportunities, begin to take care.”</|quote|>This had given him, at | make at a single step the rest of the journey.<|quote|>“You won’t see them in it for long--if they don’t now, under such tests and with such opportunities, begin to take care.”</|quote|>This had given him, at a stroke, he clearly felt, | their not so behaving,” Hugh returned, “that we see them--all the inferior rest of us--in the grand glamour of their greatness!” If he had spoken to meet her admirable frankness half-way, that beauty in her almost brushed him aside to make at a single step the rest of the journey.<|quote|>“You won’t see them in it for ... | the invidious answer to this as, a moment before, his eagerness had spared her reserve; she flung over the “ground” that his question laid bare the light veil of an evasion, “‘Great people,’ I’ve learned to see, mustn’t--to remain great--do what my father’s doing.” “It’s indeed on the theory of their not so behaving,” ... | he had given her time, however, her silence, with her beautiful look in it, seemed to admonish him not to force her for his pleasure; as if what she had already told him didn’t make him throb enough for the wonder of it. He _had_ it, and let her see by his high flush how he made it his own--while, the next thing, as it... | found I was.” Hugh had got hold of it now. “And _that_, you mean, he couldn’t stomach?” “So little that when you had gone (and _how_ you had to go you remember) he at once proposed, rather than that I should deceive you in a way so different from his own----” “To do all we want of him?” “To do all I did at least.” “And... | him and me--yes. An engagement not again to trouble him.” Hugh, from his face, might have feared a still greater complication; so he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For ... | you mean, he couldn’t stomach?” “So little that when you had gone (and _how_ you had to go you remember) he at once proposed, rather than that I should deceive you in a way so different from his own----” “To do all we want of him?” “To do all I did at least.” “And it was _then_,” he took in, “that you wouldn’t deal?” “... | The Outcry |
This had given him, at a stroke, he clearly felt, all freedom for the closer criticism. | No speaker | opportunities, begin to take care.”<|quote|>This had given him, at a stroke, he clearly felt, all freedom for the closer criticism.</|quote|>“Lord Theign perhaps recognises some | such tests and with such opportunities, begin to take care.”<|quote|>This had given him, at a stroke, he clearly felt, all freedom for the closer criticism.</|quote|>“Lord Theign perhaps recognises some such canny truth, but ‘takes | he had spoken to meet her admirable frankness half-way, that beauty in her almost brushed him aside to make at a single step the rest of the journey. “You won’t see them in it for long--if they don’t now, under such tests and with such opportunities, begin to take care.”<|quote|>This had given him, at a stroke, he clea... | question laid bare the light veil of an evasion, “‘Great people,’ I’ve learned to see, mustn’t--to remain great--do what my father’s doing.” “It’s indeed on the theory of their not so behaving,” Hugh returned, “that we see them--all the inferior rest of us--in the grand glamour of their greatness!” If he had spoken to ... | for his pleasure; as if what she had already told him didn’t make him throb enough for the wonder of it. He _had_ it, and let her see by his high flush how he made it his own--while, the next thing, as it was but part of her avowal, the rest of that illumination called for a different intelligence. “Your father’s repro... | had gone (and _how_ you had to go you remember) he at once proposed, rather than that I should deceive you in a way so different from his own----” “To do all we want of him?” “To do all I did at least.” “And it was _then_,” he took in, “that you wouldn’t deal?” “Well” --try though she might to keep the colour out, it a... | he made, as he would probably have said, a jolly lot of this. “Ah, that was nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.” “Well, say you must” --he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a “lark” -- “if... | felt, for what he veered round to agree to.” “The difference” --Hugh wanted it so adorably definite-- “that you didn’t see your way to accepting----?” “No, not to accepting the condition he named.” “Which was that he’d keep the picture for you if you’d treat me as too ‘low’----?” “If I’d treat you,” said Lady Grace wit... | The Outcry |
“Lord Theign perhaps recognises some such canny truth, but ‘takes care,’ with the least trouble to himself and the finest short cut--does it, if you’ll let me say so, rather on the cheap--by finding ‘the likes’ of me, as his daughter’s trusted friend, out of the question.” | Crimble | freedom for the closer criticism.<|quote|>“Lord Theign perhaps recognises some such canny truth, but ‘takes care,’ with the least trouble to himself and the finest short cut--does it, if you’ll let me say so, rather on the cheap--by finding ‘the likes’ of me, as his daughter’s trusted friend, out of the question.”</|qu... | stroke, he clearly felt, all freedom for the closer criticism.<|quote|>“Lord Theign perhaps recognises some such canny truth, but ‘takes care,’ with the least trouble to himself and the finest short cut--does it, if you’ll let me say so, rather on the cheap--by finding ‘the likes’ of me, as his daughter’s trusted frien... | aside to make at a single step the rest of the journey. “You won’t see them in it for long--if they don’t now, under such tests and with such opportunities, begin to take care.” This had given him, at a stroke, he clearly felt, all freedom for the closer criticism.<|quote|>“Lord Theign perhaps recognises some such cann... | remain great--do what my father’s doing.” “It’s indeed on the theory of their not so behaving,” Hugh returned, “that we see them--all the inferior rest of us--in the grand glamour of their greatness!” If he had spoken to meet her admirable frankness half-way, that beauty in her almost brushed him aside to make at a sin... | for the wonder of it. He _had_ it, and let her see by his high flush how he made it his own--while, the next thing, as it was but part of her avowal, the rest of that illumination called for a different intelligence. “Your father’s reprobation of me personally is on the ground that you’re all such great people?” She sp... | that I should deceive you in a way so different from his own----” “To do all we want of him?” “To do all I did at least.” “And it was _then_,” he took in, “that you wouldn’t deal?” “Well” --try though she might to keep the colour out, it all came straighter and straighter now-- “those moments had brought you home to me... | nice of you. And natural. _That’s_ all right!” “No” --she spoke from a deeper depth-- “it’s altogether wrong. For whatever happens I must now accept it.” “Well, say you must” --he really declined not to treat it almost as rather a “lark” -- “if we can at least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she ... | did drop for it. “Not to see me--ever again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good e... | The Outcry |
“Well, you won’t mind that, will you?” | Grace | friend, out of the question.”<|quote|>“Well, you won’t mind that, will you?”</|quote|>Lady Grace asked, “if he | me, as his daughter’s trusted friend, out of the question.”<|quote|>“Well, you won’t mind that, will you?”</|quote|>Lady Grace asked, “if he finds his daughter herself, in | the closer criticism. “Lord Theign perhaps recognises some such canny truth, but ‘takes care,’ with the least trouble to himself and the finest short cut--does it, if you’ll let me say so, rather on the cheap--by finding ‘the likes’ of me, as his daughter’s trusted friend, out of the question.”<|quote|>“Well, you won’t... | almost brushed him aside to make at a single step the rest of the journey. “You won’t see them in it for long--if they don’t now, under such tests and with such opportunities, begin to take care.” This had given him, at a stroke, he clearly felt, all freedom for the closer criticism. “Lord Theign perhaps recognises som... | me personally is on the ground that you’re all such great people?” She spared him the invidious answer to this as, a moment before, his eagerness had spared her reserve; she flung over the “ground” that his question laid bare the light veil of an evasion, “‘Great people,’ I’ve learned to see, mustn’t--to remain great--... | out, it all came straighter and straighter now-- “those moments had brought you home to me as they had also brought _him_; making such a difference, I felt, for what he veered round to agree to.” “The difference” --Hugh wanted it so adorably definite-- “that you didn’t see your way to accepting----?” “No, not to accept... | least go on talking.” “Ah, we _can_ at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _... | came straighter and straighter now-- “those moments had brought you home to me as they had also brought _him_; making such a difference, I felt, for what he veered round to agree to.” “The difference” --Hugh wanted it so adorably definite-- “that you didn’t see your way to accepting----?” “No, not to accepting the cond... | The Outcry |
Lady Grace asked, | No speaker | won’t mind that, will you?”<|quote|>Lady Grace asked,</|quote|>“if he finds his daughter | of the question.” “Well, you won’t mind that, will you?”<|quote|>Lady Grace asked,</|quote|>“if he finds his daughter herself, in any such relation | some such canny truth, but ‘takes care,’ with the least trouble to himself and the finest short cut--does it, if you’ll let me say so, rather on the cheap--by finding ‘the likes’ of me, as his daughter’s trusted friend, out of the question.” “Well, you won’t mind that, will you?”<|quote|>Lady Grace asked,</|quote|>“if ... | a single step the rest of the journey. “You won’t see them in it for long--if they don’t now, under such tests and with such opportunities, begin to take care.” This had given him, at a stroke, he clearly felt, all freedom for the closer criticism. “Lord Theign perhaps recognises some such canny truth, but ‘takes care,... | you’re all such great people?” She spared him the invidious answer to this as, a moment before, his eagerness had spared her reserve; she flung over the “ground” that his question laid bare the light veil of an evasion, “‘Great people,’ I’ve learned to see, mustn’t--to remain great--do what my father’s doing.” “It’s in... | now-- “those moments had brought you home to me as they had also brought _him_; making such a difference, I felt, for what he veered round to agree to.” “The difference” --Hugh wanted it so adorably definite-- “that you didn’t see your way to accepting----?” “No, not to accepting the condition he named.” “Which was tha... | at least go on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that... | again?” She didn’t falter. “Never again.” Ah then he understood. “But he wouldn’t let that serve----?” “Not for the price I put on it.” “His yielding on the picture?” “His yielding on the picture.” Hugh lingered before it all. “Your proposal wasn’t ‘good enough’?” “It wasn’t good enough.” “I see,” he repeated-- “I see.... | The Outcry |
“if he finds his daughter herself, in any such relation to you, quite as much so.” | Grace | will you?” Lady Grace asked,<|quote|>“if he finds his daughter herself, in any such relation to you, quite as much so.”</|quote|>“Different enough, from position to | “Well, you won’t mind that, will you?” Lady Grace asked,<|quote|>“if he finds his daughter herself, in any such relation to you, quite as much so.”</|quote|>“Different enough, from position to position and person to person,” | truth, but ‘takes care,’ with the least trouble to himself and the finest short cut--does it, if you’ll let me say so, rather on the cheap--by finding ‘the likes’ of me, as his daughter’s trusted friend, out of the question.” “Well, you won’t mind that, will you?” Lady Grace asked,<|quote|>“if he finds his daughter her... | the rest of the journey. “You won’t see them in it for long--if they don’t now, under such tests and with such opportunities, begin to take care.” This had given him, at a stroke, he clearly felt, all freedom for the closer criticism. “Lord Theign perhaps recognises some such canny truth, but ‘takes care,’ with the lea... | great people?” She spared him the invidious answer to this as, a moment before, his eagerness had spared her reserve; she flung over the “ground” that his question laid bare the light veil of an evasion, “‘Great people,’ I’ve learned to see, mustn’t--to remain great--do what my father’s doing.” “It’s indeed on the theo... | had brought you home to me as they had also brought _him_; making such a difference, I felt, for what he veered round to agree to.” “The difference” --Hugh wanted it so adorably definite-- “that you didn’t see your way to accepting----?” “No, not to accepting the condition he named.” “Which was that he’d keep the pictu... | on talking!” she perversely sighed. “I can say anything I like so long as I don’t say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It... | picture for you if you’d treat me as too ‘low’----?” “If I’d treat you,” said Lady Grace with her eyes on his fine young face, “as impossible.” He kept her eyes--he clearly liked so to make her repeat it. “And not even for the sake of the picture--?” After he had given her time, however, her silence, with her beautiful... | The Outcry |
“Different enough, from position to position and person to person,” | Crimble | you, quite as much so.”<|quote|>“Different enough, from position to position and person to person,”</|quote|>he brightly brooded, “is the | in any such relation to you, quite as much so.”<|quote|>“Different enough, from position to position and person to person,”</|quote|>he brightly brooded, “is the view that gets itself _most_ | if you’ll let me say so, rather on the cheap--by finding ‘the likes’ of me, as his daughter’s trusted friend, out of the question.” “Well, you won’t mind that, will you?” Lady Grace asked, “if he finds his daughter herself, in any such relation to you, quite as much so.”<|quote|>“Different enough, from position to posi... | under such tests and with such opportunities, begin to take care.” This had given him, at a stroke, he clearly felt, all freedom for the closer criticism. “Lord Theign perhaps recognises some such canny truth, but ‘takes care,’ with the least trouble to himself and the finest short cut--does it, if you’ll let me say so... | had spared her reserve; she flung over the “ground” that his question laid bare the light veil of an evasion, “‘Great people,’ I’ve learned to see, mustn’t--to remain great--do what my father’s doing.” “It’s indeed on the theory of their not so behaving,” Hugh returned, “that we see them--all the inferior rest of us--i... | I felt, for what he veered round to agree to.” “The difference” --Hugh wanted it so adorably definite-- “that you didn’t see your way to accepting----?” “No, not to accepting the condition he named.” “Which was that he’d keep the picture for you if you’d treat me as too ‘low’----?” “If I’d treat you,” said Lady Grace w... | say it to _him_” she almost wailed. But she added with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. ... | in it, seemed to admonish him not to force her for his pleasure; as if what she had already told him didn’t make him throb enough for the wonder of it. He _had_ it, and let her see by his high flush how he made it his own--while, the next thing, as it was but part of her avowal, the rest of that illumination called for... | The Outcry |
he brightly brooded, | No speaker | position and person to person,”<|quote|>he brightly brooded,</|quote|>“is the view that gets | “Different enough, from position to position and person to person,”<|quote|>he brightly brooded,</|quote|>“is the view that gets itself _most_ comfortably taken of | finding ‘the likes’ of me, as his daughter’s trusted friend, out of the question.” “Well, you won’t mind that, will you?” Lady Grace asked, “if he finds his daughter herself, in any such relation to you, quite as much so.” “Different enough, from position to position and person to person,”<|quote|>he brightly brooded,<... | care.” This had given him, at a stroke, he clearly felt, all freedom for the closer criticism. “Lord Theign perhaps recognises some such canny truth, but ‘takes care,’ with the least trouble to himself and the finest short cut--does it, if you’ll let me say so, rather on the cheap--by finding ‘the likes’ of me, as his ... | his question laid bare the light veil of an evasion, “‘Great people,’ I’ve learned to see, mustn’t--to remain great--do what my father’s doing.” “It’s indeed on the theory of their not so behaving,” Hugh returned, “that we see them--all the inferior rest of us--in the grand glamour of their greatness!” If he had spoken... | “The difference” --Hugh wanted it so adorably definite-- “that you didn’t see your way to accepting----?” “No, not to accepting the condition he named.” “Which was that he’d keep the picture for you if you’d treat me as too ‘low’----?” “If I’d treat you,” said Lady Grace with her eyes on his fine young face, “as imposs... | with more firmness: “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for... | though she might to keep the colour out, it all came straighter and straighter now-- “those moments had brought you home to me as they had also brought _him_; making such a difference, I felt, for what he veered round to agree to.” “The difference” --Hugh wanted it so adorably definite-- “that you didn’t see your way t... | The Outcry |
“is the view that gets itself _most_ comfortably taken of the implications of Honour!” | Crimble | to person,” he brightly brooded,<|quote|>“is the view that gets itself _most_ comfortably taken of the implications of Honour!”</|quote|>“Yes,” the girl returned; “my | position to position and person to person,” he brightly brooded,<|quote|>“is the view that gets itself _most_ comfortably taken of the implications of Honour!”</|quote|>“Yes,” the girl returned; “my father, in the act of | of me, as his daughter’s trusted friend, out of the question.” “Well, you won’t mind that, will you?” Lady Grace asked, “if he finds his daughter herself, in any such relation to you, quite as much so.” “Different enough, from position to position and person to person,” he brightly brooded,<|quote|>“is the view that ge... | given him, at a stroke, he clearly felt, all freedom for the closer criticism. “Lord Theign perhaps recognises some such canny truth, but ‘takes care,’ with the least trouble to himself and the finest short cut--does it, if you’ll let me say so, rather on the cheap--by finding ‘the likes’ of me, as his daughter’s trust... | bare the light veil of an evasion, “‘Great people,’ I’ve learned to see, mustn’t--to remain great--do what my father’s doing.” “It’s indeed on the theory of their not so behaving,” Hugh returned, “that we see them--all the inferior rest of us--in the grand glamour of their greatness!” If he had spoken to meet her admir... | wanted it so adorably definite-- “that you didn’t see your way to accepting----?” “No, not to accepting the condition he named.” “Which was that he’d keep the picture for you if you’d treat me as too ‘low’----?” “If I’d treat you,” said Lady Grace with her eyes on his fine young face, “as impossible.” He kept her eyes-... | “I can still hope--and I can still pray.” He set free again with a joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily na... | kept her eyes--he clearly liked so to make her repeat it. “And not even for the sake of the picture--?” After he had given her time, however, her silence, with her beautiful look in it, seemed to admonish him not to force her for his pleasure; as if what she had already told him didn’t make him throb enough for the won... | The Outcry |
“Yes,” | Grace | of the implications of Honour!”<|quote|>“Yes,”</|quote|>the girl returned; “my father, | gets itself _most_ comfortably taken of the implications of Honour!”<|quote|>“Yes,”</|quote|>the girl returned; “my father, in the act of despoiling | mind that, will you?” Lady Grace asked, “if he finds his daughter herself, in any such relation to you, quite as much so.” “Different enough, from position to position and person to person,” he brightly brooded, “is the view that gets itself _most_ comfortably taken of the implications of Honour!”<|quote|>“Yes,”</|quot... | “Lord Theign perhaps recognises some such canny truth, but ‘takes care,’ with the least trouble to himself and the finest short cut--does it, if you’ll let me say so, rather on the cheap--by finding ‘the likes’ of me, as his daughter’s trusted friend, out of the question.” “Well, you won’t mind that, will you?” Lady Gr... | remain great--do what my father’s doing.” “It’s indeed on the theory of their not so behaving,” Hugh returned, “that we see them--all the inferior rest of us--in the grand glamour of their greatness!” If he had spoken to meet her admirable frankness half-way, that beauty in her almost brushed him aside to make at a sin... | not to accepting the condition he named.” “Which was that he’d keep the picture for you if you’d treat me as too ‘low’----?” “If I’d treat you,” said Lady Grace with her eyes on his fine young face, “as impossible.” He kept her eyes--he clearly liked so to make her repeat it. “And not even for the sake of the picture--... | joyous gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; ... | personally is on the ground that you’re all such great people?” She spared him the invidious answer to this as, a moment before, his eagerness had spared her reserve; she flung over the “ground” that his question laid bare the light veil of an evasion, “‘Great people,’ I’ve learned to see, mustn’t--to remain great--do ... | The Outcry |
the girl returned; | No speaker | the implications of Honour!” “Yes,”<|quote|>the girl returned;</|quote|>“my father, in the act | itself _most_ comfortably taken of the implications of Honour!” “Yes,”<|quote|>the girl returned;</|quote|>“my father, in the act of despoiling us all, all | that, will you?” Lady Grace asked, “if he finds his daughter herself, in any such relation to you, quite as much so.” “Different enough, from position to position and person to person,” he brightly brooded, “is the view that gets itself _most_ comfortably taken of the implications of Honour!” “Yes,”<|quote|>the girl re... | Theign perhaps recognises some such canny truth, but ‘takes care,’ with the least trouble to himself and the finest short cut--does it, if you’ll let me say so, rather on the cheap--by finding ‘the likes’ of me, as his daughter’s trusted friend, out of the question.” “Well, you won’t mind that, will you?” Lady Grace as... | great--do what my father’s doing.” “It’s indeed on the theory of their not so behaving,” Hugh returned, “that we see them--all the inferior rest of us--in the grand glamour of their greatness!” If he had spoken to meet her admirable frankness half-way, that beauty in her almost brushed him aside to make at a single ste... | to accepting the condition he named.” “Which was that he’d keep the picture for you if you’d treat me as too ‘low’----?” “If I’d treat you,” said Lady Grace with her eyes on his fine young face, “as impossible.” He kept her eyes--he clearly liked so to make her repeat it. “And not even for the sake of the picture--?” A... | gesture all his confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that... | her silence, with her beautiful look in it, seemed to admonish him not to force her for his pleasure; as if what she had already told him didn’t make him throb enough for the wonder of it. He _had_ it, and let her see by his high flush how he made it his own--while, the next thing, as it was but part of her avowal, the... | The Outcry |
“my father, in the act of despoiling us all, all who are interested, without apparently the least unpleasant consciousness, keeps the balance showily even, to his mostly so fine, so delicate sense, by suddenly discovering that he’s scandalised at my caring for your friendship.” | Grace | Honour!” “Yes,” the girl returned;<|quote|>“my father, in the act of despoiling us all, all who are interested, without apparently the least unpleasant consciousness, keeps the balance showily even, to his mostly so fine, so delicate sense, by suddenly discovering that he’s scandalised at my caring for your friendship.... | taken of the implications of Honour!” “Yes,” the girl returned;<|quote|>“my father, in the act of despoiling us all, all who are interested, without apparently the least unpleasant consciousness, keeps the balance showily even, to his mostly so fine, so delicate sense, by suddenly discovering that he’s scandalised at m... | Lady Grace asked, “if he finds his daughter herself, in any such relation to you, quite as much so.” “Different enough, from position to position and person to person,” he brightly brooded, “is the view that gets itself _most_ comfortably taken of the implications of Honour!” “Yes,” the girl returned;<|quote|>“my fathe... | some such canny truth, but ‘takes care,’ with the least trouble to himself and the finest short cut--does it, if you’ll let me say so, rather on the cheap--by finding ‘the likes’ of me, as his daughter’s trusted friend, out of the question.” “Well, you won’t mind that, will you?” Lady Grace asked, “if he finds his daug... | father’s doing.” “It’s indeed on the theory of their not so behaving,” Hugh returned, “that we see them--all the inferior rest of us--in the grand glamour of their greatness!” If he had spoken to meet her admirable frankness half-way, that beauty in her almost brushed him aside to make at a single step the rest of the ... | condition he named.” “Which was that he’d keep the picture for you if you’d treat me as too ‘low’----?” “If I’d treat you,” said Lady Grace with her eyes on his fine young face, “as impossible.” He kept her eyes--he clearly liked so to make her repeat it. “And not even for the sake of the picture--?” After he had given... | confidence. “Well, what more _could_ you do, anyhow? So isn’t that enough?” It took her a moment to say, and even then she didn’t. “Is it enough for _you_, Mr. Crimble?” “What _is_ enough for me” --he could for his part readily name it-- “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his ... | clearly liked so to make her repeat it. “And not even for the sake of the picture--?” After he had given her time, however, her silence, with her beautiful look in it, seemed to admonish him not to force her for his pleasure; as if what she had already told him didn’t make him throb enough for the wonder of it. He _had... | The Outcry |
Hugh looked at her, on this, as with the gladness verily of possession promised and only waiting--or as if from that moment forth he had her assurance of everything that most concerned him and that might most inspire. | No speaker | my caring for your friendship.”<|quote|>Hugh looked at her, on this, as with the gladness verily of possession promised and only waiting--or as if from that moment forth he had her assurance of everything that most concerned him and that might most inspire.</|quote|>“Well, isn’t the moral of | discovering that he’s scandalised at my caring for your friendship.”<|quote|>Hugh looked at her, on this, as with the gladness verily of possession promised and only waiting--or as if from that moment forth he had her assurance of everything that most concerned him and that might most inspire.</|quote|>“Well, isn’t the... | of Honour!” “Yes,” the girl returned; “my father, in the act of despoiling us all, all who are interested, without apparently the least unpleasant consciousness, keeps the balance showily even, to his mostly so fine, so delicate sense, by suddenly discovering that he’s scandalised at my caring for your friendship.”<|qu... | you won’t mind that, will you?” Lady Grace asked, “if he finds his daughter herself, in any such relation to you, quite as much so.” “Different enough, from position to position and person to person,” he brightly brooded, “is the view that gets itself _most_ comfortably taken of the implications of Honour!” “Yes,” the ... | brushed him aside to make at a single step the rest of the journey. “You won’t see them in it for long--if they don’t now, under such tests and with such opportunities, begin to take care.” This had given him, at a stroke, he clearly felt, all freedom for the closer criticism. “Lord Theign perhaps recognises some such ... | make her repeat it. “And not even for the sake of the picture--?” After he had given her time, however, her silence, with her beautiful look in it, seemed to admonish him not to force her for his pleasure; as if what she had already told him didn’t make him throb enough for the wonder of it. He _had_ it, and let her se... | “is the harm done you at our last meeting by my irruption; so that if you got his consent to see me----!” “I didn’t get his consent!” --she had turned away from the searching eyes, but she faced them again to rectify: “I see you against his express command.” “Ah then thank God I came!” --it was like a bland breath on a... | to accepting the condition he named.” “Which was that he’d keep the picture for you if you’d treat me as too ‘low’----?” “If I’d treat you,” said Lady Grace with her eyes on his fine young face, “as impossible.” He kept her eyes--he clearly liked so to make her repeat it. “And not even for the sake of the picture--?” A... | The Outcry |
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