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“Oh, he was all right so far: he had arrived and gone out again,” | Lord John | me you’ve been to Kitty’s.”<|quote|>“Oh, he was all right so far: he had arrived and gone out again,”</|quote|>the young man explained, “as | isn’t already torn--if you tell me you’ve been to Kitty’s.”<|quote|>“Oh, he was all right so far: he had arrived and gone out again,”</|quote|>the young man explained, “as Lady Imber hadn’t been at | his own case but the victim of circumstances exposing himself, for the highest and purest motives, to be literally torn to pieces?” “Well,” said Lady Sandgate as, in her strained suspense, she freshly consulted her bracelet watch, “I hope he isn’t already torn--if you tell me you’ve been to Kitty’s.”<|quote|>“Oh, he wa... | have any!--_this_ isn’t a patch!” “Oh, there are cases _and_ cases: situations and responsibilities so intensely differ!” --that appeared on the whole, for her ladyship, the moral to be gathered. “Of course everything differs, all round, from everything,” Lord John went on; “and who in the world knows anything of his o... | I count on dear Theign’s doing nothing in the least foolish--!” “Ah, but he can’t have chucked everything for nothing,” Lord John sharply returned; “and wherever you place him in the rumpus he can’t not meet somehow, hang it, such an assault on his character as a great nobleman and good citizen.” “It’s his luck to have... | lady, but Lord John has--to know if he’s expected _here_, and in that case, by your ladyship’s leave, to come up.” Her ladyship turned to the girl. “May Lord John--as we do await your father--come up?” “As suits _you_, please!” “He may come up,” said Lady Sandgate to Gotch. “His lordship’s expected.” She had a pause ti... | them and their recent intimate relation the subject of; from all of which indeed Lady Grace sought and found cover in a prompt and responsible address to Hugh. “Mustn’t you go without more delay to Clifford Street?” He came back to it all alert “At once!” He had recovered his hat and reached the other door, whence he g... | in which the music might affect him, yet wheeled about again, after thought, to a positive recognition and even to quite an inconsequent pride. “Yes--that’s dear old father!” And what was Lady Sandgate moreover but mistress now of the subject? “At the point the row has reached he couldn’t stand it another day; so he ha... | The Outcry |
the young man explained, | No speaker | arrived and gone out again,”<|quote|>the young man explained,</|quote|>“as Lady Imber hadn’t been | right so far: he had arrived and gone out again,”<|quote|>the young man explained,</|quote|>“as Lady Imber hadn’t been at home.” “Ah cool Kitty!” | purest motives, to be literally torn to pieces?” “Well,” said Lady Sandgate as, in her strained suspense, she freshly consulted her bracelet watch, “I hope he isn’t already torn--if you tell me you’ve been to Kitty’s.” “Oh, he was all right so far: he had arrived and gone out again,”<|quote|>the young man explained,</|... | so intensely differ!” --that appeared on the whole, for her ladyship, the moral to be gathered. “Of course everything differs, all round, from everything,” Lord John went on; “and who in the world knows anything of his own case but the victim of circumstances exposing himself, for the highest and purest motives, to be ... | can’t have chucked everything for nothing,” Lord John sharply returned; “and wherever you place him in the rumpus he can’t not meet somehow, hang it, such an assault on his character as a great nobleman and good citizen.” “It’s his luck to have become with the public of the newspapers the scapegoat-in-chief: for the si... | by your ladyship’s leave, to come up.” Her ladyship turned to the girl. “May Lord John--as we do await your father--come up?” “As suits _you_, please!” “He may come up,” said Lady Sandgate to Gotch. “His lordship’s expected.” She had a pause till they were alone again, when she went on to her companion: “You asked me j... | Lady Grace sought and found cover in a prompt and responsible address to Hugh. “Mustn’t you go without more delay to Clifford Street?” He came back to it all alert “At once!” He had recovered his hat and reached the other door, whence he gesticulated farewell to the elder lady. “Please pardon me” --and he disappeared. ... | keep remarkably still, and only in the suburbs that you feel the rage? I count on dear Theign’s doing nothing in the least foolish--!” “Ah, but he can’t have chucked everything for nothing,” Lord John sharply returned; “and wherever you place him in the rumpus he can’t not meet somehow, hang it, such an assault on his ... | The Outcry |
“as Lady Imber hadn’t been at home.” | Lord John | again,” the young man explained,<|quote|>“as Lady Imber hadn’t been at home.”</|quote|>“Ah cool Kitty!” his hostess | had arrived and gone out again,” the young man explained,<|quote|>“as Lady Imber hadn’t been at home.”</|quote|>“Ah cool Kitty!” his hostess sighed again--but diverted, as she | literally torn to pieces?” “Well,” said Lady Sandgate as, in her strained suspense, she freshly consulted her bracelet watch, “I hope he isn’t already torn--if you tell me you’ve been to Kitty’s.” “Oh, he was all right so far: he had arrived and gone out again,” the young man explained,<|quote|>“as Lady Imber hadn’t be... | appeared on the whole, for her ladyship, the moral to be gathered. “Of course everything differs, all round, from everything,” Lord John went on; “and who in the world knows anything of his own case but the victim of circumstances exposing himself, for the highest and purest motives, to be literally torn to pieces?” “W... | for nothing,” Lord John sharply returned; “and wherever you place him in the rumpus he can’t not meet somehow, hang it, such an assault on his character as a great nobleman and good citizen.” “It’s his luck to have become with the public of the newspapers the scapegoat-in-chief: for the sins, so-called, of a lot of peo... | to come up.” Her ladyship turned to the girl. “May Lord John--as we do await your father--come up?” “As suits _you_, please!” “He may come up,” said Lady Sandgate to Gotch. “His lordship’s expected.” She had a pause till they were alone again, when she went on to her companion: “You asked me just now if I understood. W... | found cover in a prompt and responsible address to Hugh. “Mustn’t you go without more delay to Clifford Street?” He came back to it all alert “At once!” He had recovered his hat and reached the other door, whence he gesticulated farewell to the elder lady. “Please pardon me” --and he disappeared. Lady Sandgate hereupo... | was even cordial, for the sense of this-- “your good friend _is_ clever!” Lady Grace honoured the remark. “Mr. Crim-ble’s remarkably clever.” “And you’ve arranged----?” “We haven’t arranged--but we’ve understood. So that, dear Amy, if _you_ understand--!” Lady Grace paused, for Gotch had come in from the hall. “His lor... | The Outcry |
“Ah cool Kitty!” | Lady Sandgate | Imber hadn’t been at home.”<|quote|>“Ah cool Kitty!”</|quote|>his hostess sighed again--but diverted, | young man explained, “as Lady Imber hadn’t been at home.”<|quote|>“Ah cool Kitty!”</|quote|>his hostess sighed again--but diverted, as she spoke, by the | Sandgate as, in her strained suspense, she freshly consulted her bracelet watch, “I hope he isn’t already torn--if you tell me you’ve been to Kitty’s.” “Oh, he was all right so far: he had arrived and gone out again,” the young man explained, “as Lady Imber hadn’t been at home.”<|quote|>“Ah cool Kitty!”</|quote|>his ho... | the moral to be gathered. “Of course everything differs, all round, from everything,” Lord John went on; “and who in the world knows anything of his own case but the victim of circumstances exposing himself, for the highest and purest motives, to be literally torn to pieces?” “Well,” said Lady Sandgate as, in her strai... | wherever you place him in the rumpus he can’t not meet somehow, hang it, such an assault on his character as a great nobleman and good citizen.” “It’s his luck to have become with the public of the newspapers the scapegoat-in-chief: for the sins, so-called, of a lot of people!” Lady Sandgate inconclusively sighed. “Yes... | the girl. “May Lord John--as we do await your father--come up?” “As suits _you_, please!” “He may come up,” said Lady Sandgate to Gotch. “His lordship’s expected.” She had a pause till they were alone again, when she went on to her companion: “You asked me just now if I understood. Well--I do understand!” Lady Grace, w... | address to Hugh. “Mustn’t you go without more delay to Clifford Street?” He came back to it all alert “At once!” He had recovered his hat and reached the other door, whence he gesticulated farewell to the elder lady. “Please pardon me” --and he disappeared. Lady Sandgate hereupon stood for a little silently confronted... | he does,” said Lady Grace, “we’re at present two to bear it.” “Heaven save us then” --the elder woman was quick, was even cordial, for the sense of this-- “your good friend _is_ clever!” Lady Grace honoured the remark. “Mr. Crim-ble’s remarkably clever.” “And you’ve arranged----?” “We haven’t arranged--but we’ve unders... | The Outcry |
his hostess sighed again--but diverted, as she spoke, by the reappearance of her butler, this time positively preceding Lord Theign, whom she met, when he presently stood before her, his garb of travel exchanged for consummate afternoon dress, with yearning tenderness and compassionate curiosity. | No speaker | at home.” “Ah cool Kitty!”<|quote|>his hostess sighed again--but diverted, as she spoke, by the reappearance of her butler, this time positively preceding Lord Theign, whom she met, when he presently stood before her, his garb of travel exchanged for consummate afternoon dress, with yearning tenderness and compassionat... | “as Lady Imber hadn’t been at home.” “Ah cool Kitty!”<|quote|>his hostess sighed again--but diverted, as she spoke, by the reappearance of her butler, this time positively preceding Lord Theign, whom she met, when he presently stood before her, his garb of travel exchanged for consummate afternoon dress, with yearning ... | her strained suspense, she freshly consulted her bracelet watch, “I hope he isn’t already torn--if you tell me you’ve been to Kitty’s.” “Oh, he was all right so far: he had arrived and gone out again,” the young man explained, “as Lady Imber hadn’t been at home.” “Ah cool Kitty!”<|quote|>his hostess sighed again--but d... | be gathered. “Of course everything differs, all round, from everything,” Lord John went on; “and who in the world knows anything of his own case but the victim of circumstances exposing himself, for the highest and purest motives, to be literally torn to pieces?” “Well,” said Lady Sandgate as, in her strained suspense,... | him in the rumpus he can’t not meet somehow, hang it, such an assault on his character as a great nobleman and good citizen.” “It’s his luck to have become with the public of the newspapers the scapegoat-in-chief: for the sins, so-called, of a lot of people!” Lady Sandgate inconclusively sighed. “Yes,” Lord John conclu... | Lord John--as we do await your father--come up?” “As suits _you_, please!” “He may come up,” said Lady Sandgate to Gotch. “His lordship’s expected.” She had a pause till they were alone again, when she went on to her companion: “You asked me just now if I understood. Well--I do understand!” Lady Grace, with Gotch’s wit... | “Mustn’t you go without more delay to Clifford Street?” He came back to it all alert “At once!” He had recovered his hat and reached the other door, whence he gesticulated farewell to the elder lady. “Please pardon me” --and he disappeared. Lady Sandgate hereupon stood for a little silently confronted with the girl. “... | I’ve _done_ it all I shall never oppose him again!” Lady Sandgate appeared to show herself as still under the impression she might have received on entering. “He’ll only oppose _you!_” “If he does,” said Lady Grace, “we’re at present two to bear it.” “Heaven save us then” --the elder woman was quick, was even cordial, ... | The Outcry |
“At last, dearest friend--what a joy! But with Kitty not at home to receive you?” | Lady Sandgate | yearning tenderness and compassionate curiosity.<|quote|>“At last, dearest friend--what a joy! But with Kitty not at home to receive you?”</|quote|>That young woman’s parent made | for consummate afternoon dress, with yearning tenderness and compassionate curiosity.<|quote|>“At last, dearest friend--what a joy! But with Kitty not at home to receive you?”</|quote|>That young woman’s parent made light of it for the | been at home.” “Ah cool Kitty!” his hostess sighed again--but diverted, as she spoke, by the reappearance of her butler, this time positively preceding Lord Theign, whom she met, when he presently stood before her, his garb of travel exchanged for consummate afternoon dress, with yearning tenderness and compassionate c... | “Well,” said Lady Sandgate as, in her strained suspense, she freshly consulted her bracelet watch, “I hope he isn’t already torn--if you tell me you’ve been to Kitty’s.” “Oh, he was all right so far: he had arrived and gone out again,” the young man explained, “as Lady Imber hadn’t been at home.” “Ah cool Kitty!” his h... | lot of people!” Lady Sandgate inconclusively sighed. “Yes,” Lord John concluded for her, “the mercenary millions on whose traffic in their trumpery values--when they’re so lucky as to have any!--_this_ isn’t a patch!” “Oh, there are cases _and_ cases: situations and responsibilities so intensely differ!” --that appeare... | now if I understood. Well--I do understand!” Lady Grace, with Gotch’s withdrawal, which left the door open, had reached the passage to the other room. “Then you’ll excuse me!” --she made her escape. II Lord John, reannounced the next instant from the nearest quarter and quite waiving salutations, left no doubt of ... | hereupon stood for a little silently confronted with the girl. “Have you freedom of mind for the fact that your father’s suddenly at hand?” “He has come back?” --Lady Grace was sharply struck. “He arrives this afternoon and appears to go straight to Kitty--according to a wire that I find downstairs on coming back late ... | nothing,” Lord John sharply returned; “and wherever you place him in the rumpus he can’t not meet somehow, hang it, such an assault on his character as a great nobleman and good citizen.” “It’s his luck to have become with the public of the newspapers the scapegoat-in-chief: for the sins, so-called, of a lot of people!... | The Outcry |
That young woman’s parent made light of it for the indulged creature’s sake. | No speaker | at home to receive you?”<|quote|>That young woman’s parent made light of it for the indulged creature’s sake.</|quote|>“Oh I knew my Kitty! | joy! But with Kitty not at home to receive you?”<|quote|>That young woman’s parent made light of it for the indulged creature’s sake.</|quote|>“Oh I knew my Kitty! I dressed and I find | the reappearance of her butler, this time positively preceding Lord Theign, whom she met, when he presently stood before her, his garb of travel exchanged for consummate afternoon dress, with yearning tenderness and compassionate curiosity. “At last, dearest friend--what a joy! But with Kitty not at home to receive you... | “I hope he isn’t already torn--if you tell me you’ve been to Kitty’s.” “Oh, he was all right so far: he had arrived and gone out again,” the young man explained, “as Lady Imber hadn’t been at home.” “Ah cool Kitty!” his hostess sighed again--but diverted, as she spoke, by the reappearance of her butler, this time posit... | millions on whose traffic in their trumpery values--when they’re so lucky as to have any!--_this_ isn’t a patch!” “Oh, there are cases _and_ cases: situations and responsibilities so intensely differ!” --that appeared on the whole, for her ladyship, the moral to be gathered. “Of course everything differs, all round, fr... | door open, had reached the passage to the other room. “Then you’ll excuse me!” --she made her escape. II Lord John, reannounced the next instant from the nearest quarter and quite waiving salutations, left no doubt of the high pitch of his eagerness and tension as soon as the door had closed behind him. “What on e... | for the fact that your father’s suddenly at hand?” “He has come back?” --Lady Grace was sharply struck. “He arrives this afternoon and appears to go straight to Kitty--according to a wire that I find downstairs on coming back late from my luncheon. He has returned with a rush--as,” said his correspondent in the elation... | remark. “Mr. Crim-ble’s remarkably clever.” “And you’ve arranged----?” “We haven’t arranged--but we’ve understood. So that, dear Amy, if _you_ understand--!” Lady Grace paused, for Gotch had come in from the hall. “His lordship has arrived?” his mistress immediately put to him. “No, my lady, but Lord John has--to know ... | The Outcry |
“Oh I knew my Kitty! I dressed and I find her at five-thirty.” | Theign | for the indulged creature’s sake.<|quote|>“Oh I knew my Kitty! I dressed and I find her at five-thirty.”</|quote|>To which he added as | parent made light of it for the indulged creature’s sake.<|quote|>“Oh I knew my Kitty! I dressed and I find her at five-thirty.”</|quote|>To which he added as he only took in further, | met, when he presently stood before her, his garb of travel exchanged for consummate afternoon dress, with yearning tenderness and compassionate curiosity. “At last, dearest friend--what a joy! But with Kitty not at home to receive you?” That young woman’s parent made light of it for the indulged creature’s sake.<|quot... | “Oh, he was all right so far: he had arrived and gone out again,” the young man explained, “as Lady Imber hadn’t been at home.” “Ah cool Kitty!” his hostess sighed again--but diverted, as she spoke, by the reappearance of her butler, this time positively preceding Lord Theign, whom she met, when he presently stood befo... | have any!--_this_ isn’t a patch!” “Oh, there are cases _and_ cases: situations and responsibilities so intensely differ!” --that appeared on the whole, for her ladyship, the moral to be gathered. “Of course everything differs, all round, from everything,” Lord John went on; “and who in the world knows anything of his o... | me!” --she made her escape. II Lord John, reannounced the next instant from the nearest quarter and quite waiving salutations, left no doubt of the high pitch of his eagerness and tension as soon as the door had closed behind him. “What on earth then do you suppose he has come back to _do_--?” To which he added wh... | --Lady Grace was sharply struck. “He arrives this afternoon and appears to go straight to Kitty--according to a wire that I find downstairs on coming back late from my luncheon. He has returned with a rush--as,” said his correspondent in the elation of triumph, “I was _sure_ he would!” Her young friend was more at sea.... | to the other room. “Then you’ll excuse me!” --she made her escape. II Lord John, reannounced the next instant from the nearest quarter and quite waiving salutations, left no doubt of the high pitch of his eagerness and tension as soon as the door had closed behind him. “What on earth then do you suppose he has com... | The Outcry |
To which he added as he only took in further, without expression, Lord John: | No speaker | I find her at five-thirty.”<|quote|>To which he added as he only took in further, without expression, Lord John:</|quote|>“But Bender, who came there | my Kitty! I dressed and I find her at five-thirty.”<|quote|>To which he added as he only took in further, without expression, Lord John:</|quote|>“But Bender, who came there before my arrival--he hasn’t tried | consummate afternoon dress, with yearning tenderness and compassionate curiosity. “At last, dearest friend--what a joy! But with Kitty not at home to receive you?” That young woman’s parent made light of it for the indulged creature’s sake. “Oh I knew my Kitty! I dressed and I find her at five-thirty.”<|quote|>To which... | again,” the young man explained, “as Lady Imber hadn’t been at home.” “Ah cool Kitty!” his hostess sighed again--but diverted, as she spoke, by the reappearance of her butler, this time positively preceding Lord Theign, whom she met, when he presently stood before her, his garb of travel exchanged for consummate aftern... | responsibilities so intensely differ!” --that appeared on the whole, for her ladyship, the moral to be gathered. “Of course everything differs, all round, from everything,” Lord John went on; “and who in the world knows anything of his own case but the victim of circumstances exposing himself, for the highest and pures... | the nearest quarter and quite waiving salutations, left no doubt of the high pitch of his eagerness and tension as soon as the door had closed behind him. “What on earth then do you suppose he has come back to _do_--?” To which he added while his hostess’s gesture impatiently disclaimed conjecture: “Because when a fell... | straight to Kitty--according to a wire that I find downstairs on coming back late from my luncheon. He has returned with a rush--as,” said his correspondent in the elation of triumph, “I was _sure_ he would!” Her young friend was more at sea. “Brought back, you mean, by the outcry--even though he so hates it?” But she ... | up,” said Lady Sandgate to Gotch. “His lordship’s expected.” She had a pause till they were alone again, when she went on to her companion: “You asked me just now if I understood. Well--I do understand!” Lady Grace, with Gotch’s withdrawal, which left the door open, had reached the passage to the other room. “Then you’... | The Outcry |
“But Bender, who came there before my arrival--he hasn’t tried for me here?” | Theign | further, without expression, Lord John:<|quote|>“But Bender, who came there before my arrival--he hasn’t tried for me here?”</|quote|>It was a point on | as he only took in further, without expression, Lord John:<|quote|>“But Bender, who came there before my arrival--he hasn’t tried for me here?”</|quote|>It was a point on which Lord John himself could | joy! But with Kitty not at home to receive you?” That young woman’s parent made light of it for the indulged creature’s sake. “Oh I knew my Kitty! I dressed and I find her at five-thirty.” To which he added as he only took in further, without expression, Lord John:<|quote|>“But Bender, who came there before my arrival-... | Kitty!” his hostess sighed again--but diverted, as she spoke, by the reappearance of her butler, this time positively preceding Lord Theign, whom she met, when he presently stood before her, his garb of travel exchanged for consummate afternoon dress, with yearning tenderness and compassionate curiosity. “At last, dear... | to be gathered. “Of course everything differs, all round, from everything,” Lord John went on; “and who in the world knows anything of his own case but the victim of circumstances exposing himself, for the highest and purest motives, to be literally torn to pieces?” “Well,” said Lady Sandgate as, in her strained suspen... | of his eagerness and tension as soon as the door had closed behind him. “What on earth then do you suppose he has come back to _do_--?” To which he added while his hostess’s gesture impatiently disclaimed conjecture: “Because when a fellow really finds himself the centre of a cyclone----!” “Isn’t it just at the centre,... | from my luncheon. He has returned with a rush--as,” said his correspondent in the elation of triumph, “I was _sure_ he would!” Her young friend was more at sea. “Brought back, you mean, by the outcry--even though he so hates it?” But she was more and more all lucidity--save in so far as she was now almost all authority... | a patch!” “Oh, there are cases _and_ cases: situations and responsibilities so intensely differ!” --that appeared on the whole, for her ladyship, the moral to be gathered. “Of course everything differs, all round, from everything,” Lord John went on; “and who in the world knows anything of his own case but the victim o... | The Outcry |
It was a point on which Lord John himself could at least be expressive. | No speaker | hasn’t tried for me here?”<|quote|>It was a point on which Lord John himself could at least be expressive.</|quote|>“I met him at the | came there before my arrival--he hasn’t tried for me here?”<|quote|>It was a point on which Lord John himself could at least be expressive.</|quote|>“I met him at the club at luncheon; he had | parent made light of it for the indulged creature’s sake. “Oh I knew my Kitty! I dressed and I find her at five-thirty.” To which he added as he only took in further, without expression, Lord John: “But Bender, who came there before my arrival--he hasn’t tried for me here?”<|quote|>It was a point on which Lord John him... | her butler, this time positively preceding Lord Theign, whom she met, when he presently stood before her, his garb of travel exchanged for consummate afternoon dress, with yearning tenderness and compassionate curiosity. “At last, dearest friend--what a joy! But with Kitty not at home to receive you?” That young woman’... | went on; “and who in the world knows anything of his own case but the victim of circumstances exposing himself, for the highest and purest motives, to be literally torn to pieces?” “Well,” said Lady Sandgate as, in her strained suspense, she freshly consulted her bracelet watch, “I hope he isn’t already torn--if you te... | him. “What on earth then do you suppose he has come back to _do_--?” To which he added while his hostess’s gesture impatiently disclaimed conjecture: “Because when a fellow really finds himself the centre of a cyclone----!” “Isn’t it just at the centre,” she interrupted, “that you keep remarkably still, and only in the... | the elation of triumph, “I was _sure_ he would!” Her young friend was more at sea. “Brought back, you mean, by the outcry--even though he so hates it?” But she was more and more all lucidity--save in so far as she was now almost all authority. “Ah, hating still more to seem afraid, he has come back to face the music!” ... | and in that case, by your ladyship’s leave, to come up.” Her ladyship turned to the girl. “May Lord John--as we do await your father--come up?” “As suits _you_, please!” “He may come up,” said Lady Sandgate to Gotch. “His lordship’s expected.” She had a pause till they were alone again, when she went on to her companio... | The Outcry |
“I met him at the club at luncheon; he had had your letter--but for which chance, my dear man, I should have known nothing. You’ll see him all right at this house; but I’m glad, if I may say so, Theign,” | Lord John | could at least be expressive.<|quote|>“I met him at the club at luncheon; he had had your letter--but for which chance, my dear man, I should have known nothing. You’ll see him all right at this house; but I’m glad, if I may say so, Theign,”</|quote|>the speaker pursued with some | on which Lord John himself could at least be expressive.<|quote|>“I met him at the club at luncheon; he had had your letter--but for which chance, my dear man, I should have known nothing. You’ll see him all right at this house; but I’m glad, if I may say so, Theign,”</|quote|>the speaker pursued with some emphasis-- “... | Kitty! I dressed and I find her at five-thirty.” To which he added as he only took in further, without expression, Lord John: “But Bender, who came there before my arrival--he hasn’t tried for me here?” It was a point on which Lord John himself could at least be expressive.<|quote|>“I met him at the club at luncheon; h... | stood before her, his garb of travel exchanged for consummate afternoon dress, with yearning tenderness and compassionate curiosity. “At last, dearest friend--what a joy! But with Kitty not at home to receive you?” That young woman’s parent made light of it for the indulged creature’s sake. “Oh I knew my Kitty! I dress... | the victim of circumstances exposing himself, for the highest and purest motives, to be literally torn to pieces?” “Well,” said Lady Sandgate as, in her strained suspense, she freshly consulted her bracelet watch, “I hope he isn’t already torn--if you tell me you’ve been to Kitty’s.” “Oh, he was all right so far: he ha... | To which he added while his hostess’s gesture impatiently disclaimed conjecture: “Because when a fellow really finds himself the centre of a cyclone----!” “Isn’t it just at the centre,” she interrupted, “that you keep remarkably still, and only in the suburbs that you feel the rage? I count on dear Theign’s doing nothi... | at sea. “Brought back, you mean, by the outcry--even though he so hates it?” But she was more and more all lucidity--save in so far as she was now almost all authority. “Ah, hating still more to seem afraid, he has come back to face the music!” Lady Grace, turning away as in vague despair for the manner in which the mu... | other room. “Then you’ll excuse me!” --she made her escape. II Lord John, reannounced the next instant from the nearest quarter and quite waiving salutations, left no doubt of the high pitch of his eagerness and tension as soon as the door had closed behind him. “What on earth then do you suppose he has come back ... | The Outcry |
the speaker pursued with some emphasis-- | No speaker | I may say so, Theign,”<|quote|>the speaker pursued with some emphasis--</|quote|>“I’m glad, you know, to | house; but I’m glad, if I may say so, Theign,”<|quote|>the speaker pursued with some emphasis--</|quote|>“I’m glad, you know, to get hold of you first.” | which Lord John himself could at least be expressive. “I met him at the club at luncheon; he had had your letter--but for which chance, my dear man, I should have known nothing. You’ll see him all right at this house; but I’m glad, if I may say so, Theign,”<|quote|>the speaker pursued with some emphasis--</|quote|>“I’m... | for the indulged creature’s sake. “Oh I knew my Kitty! I dressed and I find her at five-thirty.” To which he added as he only took in further, without expression, Lord John: “But Bender, who came there before my arrival--he hasn’t tried for me here?” It was a point on which Lord John himself could at least be expressiv... | me you’ve been to Kitty’s.” “Oh, he was all right so far: he had arrived and gone out again,” the young man explained, “as Lady Imber hadn’t been at home.” “Ah cool Kitty!” his hostess sighed again--but diverted, as she spoke, by the reappearance of her butler, this time positively preceding Lord Theign, whom she met, ... | that you feel the rage? I count on dear Theign’s doing nothing in the least foolish--!” “Ah, but he can’t have chucked everything for nothing,” Lord John sharply returned; “and wherever you place him in the rumpus he can’t not meet somehow, hang it, such an assault on his character as a great nobleman and good citizen.... | come back to face the music!” Lady Grace, turning away as in vague despair for the manner in which the music might affect him, yet wheeled about again, after thought, to a positive recognition and even to quite an inconsequent pride. “Yes--that’s dear old father!” And what was Lady Sandgate moreover but mistress now of... | so-called, of a lot of people!” Lady Sandgate inconclusively sighed. “Yes,” Lord John concluded for her, “the mercenary millions on whose traffic in their trumpery values--when they’re so lucky as to have any!--_this_ isn’t a patch!” “Oh, there are cases _and_ cases: situations and responsibilities so intensely differ!... | The Outcry |
“I’m glad, you know, to get hold of you first.” | Lord John | speaker pursued with some emphasis--<|quote|>“I’m glad, you know, to get hold of you first.”</|quote|>Lord Theign seemed about to | may say so, Theign,” the speaker pursued with some emphasis--<|quote|>“I’m glad, you know, to get hold of you first.”</|quote|>Lord Theign seemed about to ask for the meaning of | least be expressive. “I met him at the club at luncheon; he had had your letter--but for which chance, my dear man, I should have known nothing. You’ll see him all right at this house; but I’m glad, if I may say so, Theign,” the speaker pursued with some emphasis--<|quote|>“I’m glad, you know, to get hold of you first.... | I knew my Kitty! I dressed and I find her at five-thirty.” To which he added as he only took in further, without expression, Lord John: “But Bender, who came there before my arrival--he hasn’t tried for me here?” It was a point on which Lord John himself could at least be expressive. “I met him at the club at luncheon;... | he was all right so far: he had arrived and gone out again,” the young man explained, “as Lady Imber hadn’t been at home.” “Ah cool Kitty!” his hostess sighed again--but diverted, as she spoke, by the reappearance of her butler, this time positively preceding Lord Theign, whom she met, when he presently stood before he... | count on dear Theign’s doing nothing in the least foolish--!” “Ah, but he can’t have chucked everything for nothing,” Lord John sharply returned; “and wherever you place him in the rumpus he can’t not meet somehow, hang it, such an assault on his character as a great nobleman and good citizen.” “It’s his luck to have b... | Lady Grace, turning away as in vague despair for the manner in which the music might affect him, yet wheeled about again, after thought, to a positive recognition and even to quite an inconsequent pride. “Yes--that’s dear old father!” And what was Lady Sandgate moreover but mistress now of the subject? “At the point th... | now if I understood. Well--I do understand!” Lady Grace, with Gotch’s withdrawal, which left the door open, had reached the passage to the other room. “Then you’ll excuse me!” --she made her escape. II Lord John, reannounced the next instant from the nearest quarter and quite waiving salutations, left no doubt of ... | The Outcry |
Lord Theign seemed about to ask for the meaning of this remark, but his other companion’s apprehension had already overflowed. | No speaker | get hold of you first.”<|quote|>Lord Theign seemed about to ask for the meaning of this remark, but his other companion’s apprehension had already overflowed.</|quote|>“You haven’t come back, have | “I’m glad, you know, to get hold of you first.”<|quote|>Lord Theign seemed about to ask for the meaning of this remark, but his other companion’s apprehension had already overflowed.</|quote|>“You haven’t come back, have you--to whatever it may be!--for | luncheon; he had had your letter--but for which chance, my dear man, I should have known nothing. You’ll see him all right at this house; but I’m glad, if I may say so, Theign,” the speaker pursued with some emphasis-- “I’m glad, you know, to get hold of you first.”<|quote|>Lord Theign seemed about to ask for the meani... | at five-thirty.” To which he added as he only took in further, without expression, Lord John: “But Bender, who came there before my arrival--he hasn’t tried for me here?” It was a point on which Lord John himself could at least be expressive. “I met him at the club at luncheon; he had had your letter--but for which cha... | gone out again,” the young man explained, “as Lady Imber hadn’t been at home.” “Ah cool Kitty!” his hostess sighed again--but diverted, as she spoke, by the reappearance of her butler, this time positively preceding Lord Theign, whom she met, when he presently stood before her, his garb of travel exchanged for consumma... | “Ah, but he can’t have chucked everything for nothing,” Lord John sharply returned; “and wherever you place him in the rumpus he can’t not meet somehow, hang it, such an assault on his character as a great nobleman and good citizen.” “It’s his luck to have become with the public of the newspapers the scapegoat-in-chief... | manner in which the music might affect him, yet wheeled about again, after thought, to a positive recognition and even to quite an inconsequent pride. “Yes--that’s dear old father!” And what was Lady Sandgate moreover but mistress now of the subject? “At the point the row has reached he couldn’t stand it another day; s... | of his own case but the victim of circumstances exposing himself, for the highest and purest motives, to be literally torn to pieces?” “Well,” said Lady Sandgate as, in her strained suspense, she freshly consulted her bracelet watch, “I hope he isn’t already torn--if you tell me you’ve been to Kitty’s.” “Oh, he was all... | The Outcry |
“You haven’t come back, have you--to whatever it may be!--for _trouble_ of any sort with Breckenridge?” | Lady Sandgate | companion’s apprehension had already overflowed.<|quote|>“You haven’t come back, have you--to whatever it may be!--for _trouble_ of any sort with Breckenridge?”</|quote|>His lordship transferred his penetration | this remark, but his other companion’s apprehension had already overflowed.<|quote|>“You haven’t come back, have you--to whatever it may be!--for _trouble_ of any sort with Breckenridge?”</|quote|>His lordship transferred his penetration to this fair friend, “Have | all right at this house; but I’m glad, if I may say so, Theign,” the speaker pursued with some emphasis-- “I’m glad, you know, to get hold of you first.” Lord Theign seemed about to ask for the meaning of this remark, but his other companion’s apprehension had already overflowed.<|quote|>“You haven’t come back, have yo... | there before my arrival--he hasn’t tried for me here?” It was a point on which Lord John himself could at least be expressive. “I met him at the club at luncheon; he had had your letter--but for which chance, my dear man, I should have known nothing. You’ll see him all right at this house; but I’m glad, if I may say so... | again--but diverted, as she spoke, by the reappearance of her butler, this time positively preceding Lord Theign, whom she met, when he presently stood before her, his garb of travel exchanged for consummate afternoon dress, with yearning tenderness and compassionate curiosity. “At last, dearest friend--what a joy! But... | rumpus he can’t not meet somehow, hang it, such an assault on his character as a great nobleman and good citizen.” “It’s his luck to have become with the public of the newspapers the scapegoat-in-chief: for the sins, so-called, of a lot of people!” Lady Sandgate inconclusively sighed. “Yes,” Lord John concluded for her... | to quite an inconsequent pride. “Yes--that’s dear old father!” And what was Lady Sandgate moreover but mistress now of the subject? “At the point the row has reached he couldn’t stand it another day; so he has thrown up his cure and--lest we should oppose him!--not even announced his start.” “Well,” her companion retur... | returned; “and wherever you place him in the rumpus he can’t not meet somehow, hang it, such an assault on his character as a great nobleman and good citizen.” “It’s his luck to have become with the public of the newspapers the scapegoat-in-chief: for the sins, so-called, of a lot of people!” Lady Sandgate inconclusive... | The Outcry |
His lordship transferred his penetration to this fair friend, | No speaker | of any sort with Breckenridge?”<|quote|>His lordship transferred his penetration to this fair friend,</|quote|>“Have you become so intensely | whatever it may be!--for _trouble_ of any sort with Breckenridge?”<|quote|>His lordship transferred his penetration to this fair friend,</|quote|>“Have you become so intensely absorbed--these remarkable days!--in ‘Breckenridge’?” She | pursued with some emphasis-- “I’m glad, you know, to get hold of you first.” Lord Theign seemed about to ask for the meaning of this remark, but his other companion’s apprehension had already overflowed. “You haven’t come back, have you--to whatever it may be!--for _trouble_ of any sort with Breckenridge?”<|quote|>His ... | John himself could at least be expressive. “I met him at the club at luncheon; he had had your letter--but for which chance, my dear man, I should have known nothing. You’ll see him all right at this house; but I’m glad, if I may say so, Theign,” the speaker pursued with some emphasis-- “I’m glad, you know, to get hold... | Theign, whom she met, when he presently stood before her, his garb of travel exchanged for consummate afternoon dress, with yearning tenderness and compassionate curiosity. “At last, dearest friend--what a joy! But with Kitty not at home to receive you?” That young woman’s parent made light of it for the indulged creat... | great nobleman and good citizen.” “It’s his luck to have become with the public of the newspapers the scapegoat-in-chief: for the sins, so-called, of a lot of people!” Lady Sandgate inconclusively sighed. “Yes,” Lord John concluded for her, “the mercenary millions on whose traffic in their trumpery values--when they’re... | mistress now of the subject? “At the point the row has reached he couldn’t stand it another day; so he has thrown up his cure and--lest we should oppose him!--not even announced his start.” “Well,” her companion returned, “now that I’ve _done_ it all I shall never oppose him again!” Lady Sandgate appeared to show herse... | again, when she went on to her companion: “You asked me just now if I understood. Well--I do understand!” Lady Grace, with Gotch’s withdrawal, which left the door open, had reached the passage to the other room. “Then you’ll excuse me!” --she made her escape. II Lord John, reannounced the next instant from the nea... | The Outcry |
“Have you become so intensely absorbed--these remarkable days!--in ‘Breckenridge’?” | Theign | penetration to this fair friend,<|quote|>“Have you become so intensely absorbed--these remarkable days!--in ‘Breckenridge’?”</|quote|>She felt the shadow, you | Breckenridge?” His lordship transferred his penetration to this fair friend,<|quote|>“Have you become so intensely absorbed--these remarkable days!--in ‘Breckenridge’?”</|quote|>She felt the shadow, you would have seen, of his | get hold of you first.” Lord Theign seemed about to ask for the meaning of this remark, but his other companion’s apprehension had already overflowed. “You haven’t come back, have you--to whatever it may be!--for _trouble_ of any sort with Breckenridge?” His lordship transferred his penetration to this fair friend,<|qu... | him at the club at luncheon; he had had your letter--but for which chance, my dear man, I should have known nothing. You’ll see him all right at this house; but I’m glad, if I may say so, Theign,” the speaker pursued with some emphasis-- “I’m glad, you know, to get hold of you first.” Lord Theign seemed about to ask fo... | her, his garb of travel exchanged for consummate afternoon dress, with yearning tenderness and compassionate curiosity. “At last, dearest friend--what a joy! But with Kitty not at home to receive you?” That young woman’s parent made light of it for the indulged creature’s sake. “Oh I knew my Kitty! I dressed and I find... | have become with the public of the newspapers the scapegoat-in-chief: for the sins, so-called, of a lot of people!” Lady Sandgate inconclusively sighed. “Yes,” Lord John concluded for her, “the mercenary millions on whose traffic in their trumpery values--when they’re so lucky as to have any!--_this_ isn’t a patch!” “O... | row has reached he couldn’t stand it another day; so he has thrown up his cure and--lest we should oppose him!--not even announced his start.” “Well,” her companion returned, “now that I’ve _done_ it all I shall never oppose him again!” Lady Sandgate appeared to show herself as still under the impression she might have... | her strained suspense, she freshly consulted her bracelet watch, “I hope he isn’t already torn--if you tell me you’ve been to Kitty’s.” “Oh, he was all right so far: he had arrived and gone out again,” the young man explained, “as Lady Imber hadn’t been at home.” “Ah cool Kitty!” his hostess sighed again--but diverted,... | The Outcry |
She felt the shadow, you would have seen, of his claimed right, or at least privilege, of search--yet easily, after an instant, emerged clear. | No speaker | intensely absorbed--these remarkable days!--in ‘Breckenridge’?”<|quote|>She felt the shadow, you would have seen, of his claimed right, or at least privilege, of search--yet easily, after an instant, emerged clear.</|quote|>“I’ve thought and dreamt but | friend, “Have you become so intensely absorbed--these remarkable days!--in ‘Breckenridge’?”<|quote|>She felt the shadow, you would have seen, of his claimed right, or at least privilege, of search--yet easily, after an instant, emerged clear.</|quote|>“I’ve thought and dreamt but of _you_--suspicious man!--in proportio... | to ask for the meaning of this remark, but his other companion’s apprehension had already overflowed. “You haven’t come back, have you--to whatever it may be!--for _trouble_ of any sort with Breckenridge?” His lordship transferred his penetration to this fair friend, “Have you become so intensely absorbed--these remark... | your letter--but for which chance, my dear man, I should have known nothing. You’ll see him all right at this house; but I’m glad, if I may say so, Theign,” the speaker pursued with some emphasis-- “I’m glad, you know, to get hold of you first.” Lord Theign seemed about to ask for the meaning of this remark, but his ot... | dress, with yearning tenderness and compassionate curiosity. “At last, dearest friend--what a joy! But with Kitty not at home to receive you?” That young woman’s parent made light of it for the indulged creature’s sake. “Oh I knew my Kitty! I dressed and I find her at five-thirty.” To which he added as he only took in ... | scapegoat-in-chief: for the sins, so-called, of a lot of people!” Lady Sandgate inconclusively sighed. “Yes,” Lord John concluded for her, “the mercenary millions on whose traffic in their trumpery values--when they’re so lucky as to have any!--_this_ isn’t a patch!” “Oh, there are cases _and_ cases: situations and res... | so he has thrown up his cure and--lest we should oppose him!--not even announced his start.” “Well,” her companion returned, “now that I’ve _done_ it all I shall never oppose him again!” Lady Sandgate appeared to show herself as still under the impression she might have received on entering. “He’ll only oppose _you!_” ... | moral to be gathered. “Of course everything differs, all round, from everything,” Lord John went on; “and who in the world knows anything of his own case but the victim of circumstances exposing himself, for the highest and purest motives, to be literally torn to pieces?” “Well,” said Lady Sandgate as, in her strained ... | The Outcry |
“I’ve thought and dreamt but of _you_--suspicious man!--in proportion as the clamour has spread; and Mr. Bender meanwhile, if you want to know, hasn’t been near me once!” | Lady Sandgate | after an instant, emerged clear.<|quote|>“I’ve thought and dreamt but of _you_--suspicious man!--in proportion as the clamour has spread; and Mr. Bender meanwhile, if you want to know, hasn’t been near me once!”</|quote|>Lord John came in a | least privilege, of search--yet easily, after an instant, emerged clear.<|quote|>“I’ve thought and dreamt but of _you_--suspicious man!--in proportion as the clamour has spread; and Mr. Bender meanwhile, if you want to know, hasn’t been near me once!”</|quote|>Lord John came in a manner, and however unconsciously, to | may be!--for _trouble_ of any sort with Breckenridge?” His lordship transferred his penetration to this fair friend, “Have you become so intensely absorbed--these remarkable days!--in ‘Breckenridge’?” She felt the shadow, you would have seen, of his claimed right, or at least privilege, of search--yet easily, after an ... | if I may say so, Theign,” the speaker pursued with some emphasis-- “I’m glad, you know, to get hold of you first.” Lord Theign seemed about to ask for the meaning of this remark, but his other companion’s apprehension had already overflowed. “You haven’t come back, have you--to whatever it may be!--for _trouble_ of any... | woman’s parent made light of it for the indulged creature’s sake. “Oh I knew my Kitty! I dressed and I find her at five-thirty.” To which he added as he only took in further, without expression, Lord John: “But Bender, who came there before my arrival--he hasn’t tried for me here?” It was a point on which Lord John him... | whose traffic in their trumpery values--when they’re so lucky as to have any!--_this_ isn’t a patch!” “Oh, there are cases _and_ cases: situations and responsibilities so intensely differ!” --that appeared on the whole, for her ladyship, the moral to be gathered. “Of course everything differs, all round, from everythin... | it all I shall never oppose him again!” Lady Sandgate appeared to show herself as still under the impression she might have received on entering. “He’ll only oppose _you!_” “If he does,” said Lady Grace, “we’re at present two to bear it.” “Heaven save us then” --the elder woman was quick, was even cordial, for the sens... | of people!” Lady Sandgate inconclusively sighed. “Yes,” Lord John concluded for her, “the mercenary millions on whose traffic in their trumpery values--when they’re so lucky as to have any!--_this_ isn’t a patch!” “Oh, there are cases _and_ cases: situations and responsibilities so intensely differ!” --that appeared on... | The Outcry |
Lord John came in a manner, and however unconsciously, to her aid. | No speaker | hasn’t been near me once!”<|quote|>Lord John came in a manner, and however unconsciously, to her aid.</|quote|>“You’d have seen, if he | if you want to know, hasn’t been near me once!”<|quote|>Lord John came in a manner, and however unconsciously, to her aid.</|quote|>“You’d have seen, if he had been, what’s the matter | the shadow, you would have seen, of his claimed right, or at least privilege, of search--yet easily, after an instant, emerged clear. “I’ve thought and dreamt but of _you_--suspicious man!--in proportion as the clamour has spread; and Mr. Bender meanwhile, if you want to know, hasn’t been near me once!”<|quote|>Lord Jo... | for the meaning of this remark, but his other companion’s apprehension had already overflowed. “You haven’t come back, have you--to whatever it may be!--for _trouble_ of any sort with Breckenridge?” His lordship transferred his penetration to this fair friend, “Have you become so intensely absorbed--these remarkable da... | as he only took in further, without expression, Lord John: “But Bender, who came there before my arrival--he hasn’t tried for me here?” It was a point on which Lord John himself could at least be expressive. “I met him at the club at luncheon; he had had your letter--but for which chance, my dear man, I should have kno... | --that appeared on the whole, for her ladyship, the moral to be gathered. “Of course everything differs, all round, from everything,” Lord John went on; “and who in the world knows anything of his own case but the victim of circumstances exposing himself, for the highest and purest motives, to be literally torn to piec... | _you!_” “If he does,” said Lady Grace, “we’re at present two to bear it.” “Heaven save us then” --the elder woman was quick, was even cordial, for the sense of this-- “your good friend _is_ clever!” Lady Grace honoured the remark. “Mr. Crim-ble’s remarkably clever.” “And you’ve arranged----?” “We haven’t arranged--but ... | Lord Theign, whom she met, when he presently stood before her, his garb of travel exchanged for consummate afternoon dress, with yearning tenderness and compassionate curiosity. “At last, dearest friend--what a joy! But with Kitty not at home to receive you?” That young woman’s parent made light of it for the indulged ... | The Outcry |
“You’d have seen, if he had been, what’s the matter with him, I think--and what perhaps Theign has seen from his own letter: since,” | Lord John | however unconsciously, to her aid.<|quote|>“You’d have seen, if he had been, what’s the matter with him, I think--and what perhaps Theign has seen from his own letter: since,”</|quote|>he went on to his | came in a manner, and however unconsciously, to her aid.<|quote|>“You’d have seen, if he had been, what’s the matter with him, I think--and what perhaps Theign has seen from his own letter: since,”</|quote|>he went on to his fellow-visitor, “I understood him a | least privilege, of search--yet easily, after an instant, emerged clear. “I’ve thought and dreamt but of _you_--suspicious man!--in proportion as the clamour has spread; and Mr. Bender meanwhile, if you want to know, hasn’t been near me once!” Lord John came in a manner, and however unconsciously, to her aid.<|quote|>“... | already overflowed. “You haven’t come back, have you--to whatever it may be!--for _trouble_ of any sort with Breckenridge?” His lordship transferred his penetration to this fair friend, “Have you become so intensely absorbed--these remarkable days!--in ‘Breckenridge’?” She felt the shadow, you would have seen, of his c... | who came there before my arrival--he hasn’t tried for me here?” It was a point on which Lord John himself could at least be expressive. “I met him at the club at luncheon; he had had your letter--but for which chance, my dear man, I should have known nothing. You’ll see him all right at this house; but I’m glad, if I m... | gathered. “Of course everything differs, all round, from everything,” Lord John went on; “and who in the world knows anything of his own case but the victim of circumstances exposing himself, for the highest and purest motives, to be literally torn to pieces?” “Well,” said Lady Sandgate as, in her strained suspense, sh... | bear it.” “Heaven save us then” --the elder woman was quick, was even cordial, for the sense of this-- “your good friend _is_ clever!” Lady Grace honoured the remark. “Mr. Crim-ble’s remarkably clever.” “And you’ve arranged----?” “We haven’t arranged--but we’ve understood. So that, dear Amy, if _you_ understand--!” Lad... | five-thirty.” To which he added as he only took in further, without expression, Lord John: “But Bender, who came there before my arrival--he hasn’t tried for me here?” It was a point on which Lord John himself could at least be expressive. “I met him at the club at luncheon; he had had your letter--but for which chance... | The Outcry |
he went on to his fellow-visitor, | No speaker | from his own letter: since,”<|quote|>he went on to his fellow-visitor,</|quote|>“I understood him a week | what perhaps Theign has seen from his own letter: since,”<|quote|>he went on to his fellow-visitor,</|quote|>“I understood him a week ago to have been much | and Mr. Bender meanwhile, if you want to know, hasn’t been near me once!” Lord John came in a manner, and however unconsciously, to her aid. “You’d have seen, if he had been, what’s the matter with him, I think--and what perhaps Theign has seen from his own letter: since,”<|quote|>he went on to his fellow-visitor,</|qu... | this fair friend, “Have you become so intensely absorbed--these remarkable days!--in ‘Breckenridge’?” She felt the shadow, you would have seen, of his claimed right, or at least privilege, of search--yet easily, after an instant, emerged clear. “I’ve thought and dreamt but of _you_--suspicious man!--in proportion as th... | expressive. “I met him at the club at luncheon; he had had your letter--but for which chance, my dear man, I should have known nothing. You’ll see him all right at this house; but I’m glad, if I may say so, Theign,” the speaker pursued with some emphasis-- “I’m glad, you know, to get hold of you first.” Lord Theign see... | but the victim of circumstances exposing himself, for the highest and purest motives, to be literally torn to pieces?” “Well,” said Lady Sandgate as, in her strained suspense, she freshly consulted her bracelet watch, “I hope he isn’t already torn--if you tell me you’ve been to Kitty’s.” “Oh, he was all right so far: h... | Lady Grace honoured the remark. “Mr. Crim-ble’s remarkably clever.” “And you’ve arranged----?” “We haven’t arranged--but we’ve understood. So that, dear Amy, if _you_ understand--!” Lady Grace paused, for Gotch had come in from the hall. “His lordship has arrived?” his mistress immediately put to him. “No, my lady, but... | she spoke, by the reappearance of her butler, this time positively preceding Lord Theign, whom she met, when he presently stood before her, his garb of travel exchanged for consummate afternoon dress, with yearning tenderness and compassionate curiosity. “At last, dearest friend--what a joy! But with Kitty not at home ... | The Outcry |
“I understood him a week ago to have been much taken up with writing you.” | Lord John | went on to his fellow-visitor,<|quote|>“I understood him a week ago to have been much taken up with writing you.”</|quote|>Lord Theign received this without | his own letter: since,” he went on to his fellow-visitor,<|quote|>“I understood him a week ago to have been much taken up with writing you.”</|quote|>Lord Theign received this without comment, only again with an | want to know, hasn’t been near me once!” Lord John came in a manner, and however unconsciously, to her aid. “You’d have seen, if he had been, what’s the matter with him, I think--and what perhaps Theign has seen from his own letter: since,” he went on to his fellow-visitor,<|quote|>“I understood him a week ago to have ... | so intensely absorbed--these remarkable days!--in ‘Breckenridge’?” She felt the shadow, you would have seen, of his claimed right, or at least privilege, of search--yet easily, after an instant, emerged clear. “I’ve thought and dreamt but of _you_--suspicious man!--in proportion as the clamour has spread; and Mr. Bende... | club at luncheon; he had had your letter--but for which chance, my dear man, I should have known nothing. You’ll see him all right at this house; but I’m glad, if I may say so, Theign,” the speaker pursued with some emphasis-- “I’m glad, you know, to get hold of you first.” Lord Theign seemed about to ask for the meani... | himself, for the highest and purest motives, to be literally torn to pieces?” “Well,” said Lady Sandgate as, in her strained suspense, she freshly consulted her bracelet watch, “I hope he isn’t already torn--if you tell me you’ve been to Kitty’s.” “Oh, he was all right so far: he had arrived and gone out again,” the yo... | Crim-ble’s remarkably clever.” “And you’ve arranged----?” “We haven’t arranged--but we’ve understood. So that, dear Amy, if _you_ understand--!” Lady Grace paused, for Gotch had come in from the hall. “His lordship has arrived?” his mistress immediately put to him. “No, my lady, but Lord John has--to know if he’s expec... | cases: situations and responsibilities so intensely differ!” --that appeared on the whole, for her ladyship, the moral to be gathered. “Of course everything differs, all round, from everything,” Lord John went on; “and who in the world knows anything of his own case but the victim of circumstances exposing himself, for... | The Outcry |
Lord Theign received this without comment, only again with an air of expertly sounding the speaker; after which he gave himself afresh for a moment to Lady Sandgate. | No speaker | taken up with writing you.”<|quote|>Lord Theign received this without comment, only again with an air of expertly sounding the speaker; after which he gave himself afresh for a moment to Lady Sandgate.</|quote|>“I’ve not come home for | ago to have been much taken up with writing you.”<|quote|>Lord Theign received this without comment, only again with an air of expertly sounding the speaker; after which he gave himself afresh for a moment to Lady Sandgate.</|quote|>“I’ve not come home for any clamour, as you surely | however unconsciously, to her aid. “You’d have seen, if he had been, what’s the matter with him, I think--and what perhaps Theign has seen from his own letter: since,” he went on to his fellow-visitor, “I understood him a week ago to have been much taken up with writing you.”<|quote|>Lord Theign received this without c... | his claimed right, or at least privilege, of search--yet easily, after an instant, emerged clear. “I’ve thought and dreamt but of _you_--suspicious man!--in proportion as the clamour has spread; and Mr. Bender meanwhile, if you want to know, hasn’t been near me once!” Lord John came in a manner, and however unconscious... | should have known nothing. You’ll see him all right at this house; but I’m glad, if I may say so, Theign,” the speaker pursued with some emphasis-- “I’m glad, you know, to get hold of you first.” Lord Theign seemed about to ask for the meaning of this remark, but his other companion’s apprehension had already overflowe... | Lady Sandgate as, in her strained suspense, she freshly consulted her bracelet watch, “I hope he isn’t already torn--if you tell me you’ve been to Kitty’s.” “Oh, he was all right so far: he had arrived and gone out again,” the young man explained, “as Lady Imber hadn’t been at home.” “Ah cool Kitty!” his hostess sighed... | if _you_ understand--!” Lady Grace paused, for Gotch had come in from the hall. “His lordship has arrived?” his mistress immediately put to him. “No, my lady, but Lord John has--to know if he’s expected _here_, and in that case, by your ladyship’s leave, to come up.” Her ladyship turned to the girl. “May Lord John--as ... | public of the newspapers the scapegoat-in-chief: for the sins, so-called, of a lot of people!” Lady Sandgate inconclusively sighed. “Yes,” Lord John concluded for her, “the mercenary millions on whose traffic in their trumpery values--when they’re so lucky as to have any!--_this_ isn’t a patch!” “Oh, there are cases _a... | The Outcry |
“I’ve not come home for any clamour, as you surely know me well enough to believe; or to notice for a minute the cheapest insolence and aggression--which frankly scarce reached me out there; or which, so far as it did, I was daily washed clean of by those blest waters. I returned on Mr. Bender’s letter,” | Theign | a moment to Lady Sandgate.<|quote|>“I’ve not come home for any clamour, as you surely know me well enough to believe; or to notice for a minute the cheapest insolence and aggression--which frankly scarce reached me out there; or which, so far as it did, I was daily washed clean of by those blest waters. I returned on M... | he gave himself afresh for a moment to Lady Sandgate.<|quote|>“I’ve not come home for any clamour, as you surely know me well enough to believe; or to notice for a minute the cheapest insolence and aggression--which frankly scarce reached me out there; or which, so far as it did, I was daily washed clean of by those bl... | since,” he went on to his fellow-visitor, “I understood him a week ago to have been much taken up with writing you.” Lord Theign received this without comment, only again with an air of expertly sounding the speaker; after which he gave himself afresh for a moment to Lady Sandgate.<|quote|>“I’ve not come home for any c... | spread; and Mr. Bender meanwhile, if you want to know, hasn’t been near me once!” Lord John came in a manner, and however unconsciously, to her aid. “You’d have seen, if he had been, what’s the matter with him, I think--and what perhaps Theign has seen from his own letter: since,” he went on to his fellow-visitor, “I u... | glad, you know, to get hold of you first.” Lord Theign seemed about to ask for the meaning of this remark, but his other companion’s apprehension had already overflowed. “You haven’t come back, have you--to whatever it may be!--for _trouble_ of any sort with Breckenridge?” His lordship transferred his penetration to th... | was all right so far: he had arrived and gone out again,” the young man explained, “as Lady Imber hadn’t been at home.” “Ah cool Kitty!” his hostess sighed again--but diverted, as she spoke, by the reappearance of her butler, this time positively preceding Lord Theign, whom she met, when he presently stood before her, ... | Lord John has--to know if he’s expected _here_, and in that case, by your ladyship’s leave, to come up.” Her ladyship turned to the girl. “May Lord John--as we do await your father--come up?” “As suits _you_, please!” “He may come up,” said Lady Sandgate to Gotch. “His lordship’s expected.” She had a pause till they we... | place him in the rumpus he can’t not meet somehow, hang it, such an assault on his character as a great nobleman and good citizen.” “It’s his luck to have become with the public of the newspapers the scapegoat-in-chief: for the sins, so-called, of a lot of people!” Lady Sandgate inconclusively sighed. “Yes,” Lord John ... | The Outcry |
he then vouchsafed to Lord John-- | No speaker | returned on Mr. Bender’s letter,”<|quote|>he then vouchsafed to Lord John--</|quote|>“three extraordinarily vulgar pages about | by those blest waters. I returned on Mr. Bender’s letter,”<|quote|>he then vouchsafed to Lord John--</|quote|>“three extraordinarily vulgar pages about the egregious Pap-pendick!” “About his | clamour, as you surely know me well enough to believe; or to notice for a minute the cheapest insolence and aggression--which frankly scarce reached me out there; or which, so far as it did, I was daily washed clean of by those blest waters. I returned on Mr. Bender’s letter,”<|quote|>he then vouchsafed to Lord John--<... | fellow-visitor, “I understood him a week ago to have been much taken up with writing you.” Lord Theign received this without comment, only again with an air of expertly sounding the speaker; after which he gave himself afresh for a moment to Lady Sandgate. “I’ve not come home for any clamour, as you surely know me well... | become so intensely absorbed--these remarkable days!--in ‘Breckenridge’?” She felt the shadow, you would have seen, of his claimed right, or at least privilege, of search--yet easily, after an instant, emerged clear. “I’ve thought and dreamt but of _you_--suspicious man!--in proportion as the clamour has spread; and Mr... | garb of travel exchanged for consummate afternoon dress, with yearning tenderness and compassionate curiosity. “At last, dearest friend--what a joy! But with Kitty not at home to receive you?” That young woman’s parent made light of it for the indulged creature’s sake. “Oh I knew my Kitty! I dressed and I find her at f... | were alone again, when she went on to her companion: “You asked me just now if I understood. Well--I do understand!” Lady Grace, with Gotch’s withdrawal, which left the door open, had reached the passage to the other room. “Then you’ll excuse me!” --she made her escape. II Lord John, reannounced the next instant f... | for which chance, my dear man, I should have known nothing. You’ll see him all right at this house; but I’m glad, if I may say so, Theign,” the speaker pursued with some emphasis-- “I’m glad, you know, to get hold of you first.” Lord Theign seemed about to ask for the meaning of this remark, but his other companion’s a... | The Outcry |
“three extraordinarily vulgar pages about the egregious Pap-pendick!” | Theign | then vouchsafed to Lord John--<|quote|>“three extraordinarily vulgar pages about the egregious Pap-pendick!”</|quote|>“About his having suddenly turned | on Mr. Bender’s letter,” he then vouchsafed to Lord John--<|quote|>“three extraordinarily vulgar pages about the egregious Pap-pendick!”</|quote|>“About his having suddenly turned up in person, yes, and, | well enough to believe; or to notice for a minute the cheapest insolence and aggression--which frankly scarce reached me out there; or which, so far as it did, I was daily washed clean of by those blest waters. I returned on Mr. Bender’s letter,” he then vouchsafed to Lord John--<|quote|>“three extraordinarily vulgar p... | ago to have been much taken up with writing you.” Lord Theign received this without comment, only again with an air of expertly sounding the speaker; after which he gave himself afresh for a moment to Lady Sandgate. “I’ve not come home for any clamour, as you surely know me well enough to believe; or to notice for a mi... | ‘Breckenridge’?” She felt the shadow, you would have seen, of his claimed right, or at least privilege, of search--yet easily, after an instant, emerged clear. “I’ve thought and dreamt but of _you_--suspicious man!--in proportion as the clamour has spread; and Mr. Bender meanwhile, if you want to know, hasn’t been near... | afternoon dress, with yearning tenderness and compassionate curiosity. “At last, dearest friend--what a joy! But with Kitty not at home to receive you?” That young woman’s parent made light of it for the indulged creature’s sake. “Oh I knew my Kitty! I dressed and I find her at five-thirty.” To which he added as he onl... | on to her companion: “You asked me just now if I understood. Well--I do understand!” Lady Grace, with Gotch’s withdrawal, which left the door open, had reached the passage to the other room. “Then you’ll excuse me!” --she made her escape. II Lord John, reannounced the next instant from the nearest quarter and quit... | “But Bender, who came there before my arrival--he hasn’t tried for me here?” It was a point on which Lord John himself could at least be expressive. “I met him at the club at luncheon; he had had your letter--but for which chance, my dear man, I should have known nothing. You’ll see him all right at this house; but I’m... | The Outcry |
“About his having suddenly turned up in person, yes, and, as Breckenridge says, marked the picture down?” | Lord John | pages about the egregious Pap-pendick!”<|quote|>“About his having suddenly turned up in person, yes, and, as Breckenridge says, marked the picture down?”</|quote|>--the young man was clearly | Lord John-- “three extraordinarily vulgar pages about the egregious Pap-pendick!”<|quote|>“About his having suddenly turned up in person, yes, and, as Breckenridge says, marked the picture down?”</|quote|>--the young man was clearly all-knowing. “That _has_ of course | a minute the cheapest insolence and aggression--which frankly scarce reached me out there; or which, so far as it did, I was daily washed clean of by those blest waters. I returned on Mr. Bender’s letter,” he then vouchsafed to Lord John-- “three extraordinarily vulgar pages about the egregious Pap-pendick!”<|quote|>“A... | writing you.” Lord Theign received this without comment, only again with an air of expertly sounding the speaker; after which he gave himself afresh for a moment to Lady Sandgate. “I’ve not come home for any clamour, as you surely know me well enough to believe; or to notice for a minute the cheapest insolence and aggr... | seen, of his claimed right, or at least privilege, of search--yet easily, after an instant, emerged clear. “I’ve thought and dreamt but of _you_--suspicious man!--in proportion as the clamour has spread; and Mr. Bender meanwhile, if you want to know, hasn’t been near me once!” Lord John came in a manner, and however un... | “At last, dearest friend--what a joy! But with Kitty not at home to receive you?” That young woman’s parent made light of it for the indulged creature’s sake. “Oh I knew my Kitty! I dressed and I find her at five-thirty.” To which he added as he only took in further, without expression, Lord John: “But Bender, who came... | now if I understood. Well--I do understand!” Lady Grace, with Gotch’s withdrawal, which left the door open, had reached the passage to the other room. “Then you’ll excuse me!” --she made her escape. II Lord John, reannounced the next instant from the nearest quarter and quite waiving salutations, left no doubt of ... | said Lady Sandgate as, in her strained suspense, she freshly consulted her bracelet watch, “I hope he isn’t already torn--if you tell me you’ve been to Kitty’s.” “Oh, he was all right so far: he had arrived and gone out again,” the young man explained, “as Lady Imber hadn’t been at home.” “Ah cool Kitty!” his hostess s... | The Outcry |
--the young man was clearly all-knowing. | No speaker | says, marked the picture down?”<|quote|>--the young man was clearly all-knowing.</|quote|>“That _has_ of course weighed | person, yes, and, as Breckenridge says, marked the picture down?”<|quote|>--the young man was clearly all-knowing.</|quote|>“That _has_ of course weighed on Bender--being confirmed apparently, on | as it did, I was daily washed clean of by those blest waters. I returned on Mr. Bender’s letter,” he then vouchsafed to Lord John-- “three extraordinarily vulgar pages about the egregious Pap-pendick!” “About his having suddenly turned up in person, yes, and, as Breckenridge says, marked the picture down?”<|quote|>--th... | speaker; after which he gave himself afresh for a moment to Lady Sandgate. “I’ve not come home for any clamour, as you surely know me well enough to believe; or to notice for a minute the cheapest insolence and aggression--which frankly scarce reached me out there; or which, so far as it did, I was daily washed clean o... | “I’ve thought and dreamt but of _you_--suspicious man!--in proportion as the clamour has spread; and Mr. Bender meanwhile, if you want to know, hasn’t been near me once!” Lord John came in a manner, and however unconsciously, to her aid. “You’d have seen, if he had been, what’s the matter with him, I think--and what pe... | woman’s parent made light of it for the indulged creature’s sake. “Oh I knew my Kitty! I dressed and I find her at five-thirty.” To which he added as he only took in further, without expression, Lord John: “But Bender, who came there before my arrival--he hasn’t tried for me here?” It was a point on which Lord John him... | had reached the passage to the other room. “Then you’ll excuse me!” --she made her escape. II Lord John, reannounced the next instant from the nearest quarter and quite waiving salutations, left no doubt of the high pitch of his eagerness and tension as soon as the door had closed behind him. “What on earth then d... | haven’t come back, have you--to whatever it may be!--for _trouble_ of any sort with Breckenridge?” His lordship transferred his penetration to this fair friend, “Have you become so intensely absorbed--these remarkable days!--in ‘Breckenridge’?” She felt the shadow, you would have seen, of his claimed right, or at least... | The Outcry |
“That _has_ of course weighed on Bender--being confirmed apparently, on the whole, by the drift of public opinion.” | Lord John | young man was clearly all-knowing.<|quote|>“That _has_ of course weighed on Bender--being confirmed apparently, on the whole, by the drift of public opinion.”</|quote|>Lord Theign took, on this, | marked the picture down?” --the young man was clearly all-knowing.<|quote|>“That _has_ of course weighed on Bender--being confirmed apparently, on the whole, by the drift of public opinion.”</|quote|>Lord Theign took, on this, with a frank show of | washed clean of by those blest waters. I returned on Mr. Bender’s letter,” he then vouchsafed to Lord John-- “three extraordinarily vulgar pages about the egregious Pap-pendick!” “About his having suddenly turned up in person, yes, and, as Breckenridge says, marked the picture down?” --the young man was clearly all-kno... | afresh for a moment to Lady Sandgate. “I’ve not come home for any clamour, as you surely know me well enough to believe; or to notice for a minute the cheapest insolence and aggression--which frankly scarce reached me out there; or which, so far as it did, I was daily washed clean of by those blest waters. I returned o... | _you_--suspicious man!--in proportion as the clamour has spread; and Mr. Bender meanwhile, if you want to know, hasn’t been near me once!” Lord John came in a manner, and however unconsciously, to her aid. “You’d have seen, if he had been, what’s the matter with him, I think--and what perhaps Theign has seen from his o... | for the indulged creature’s sake. “Oh I knew my Kitty! I dressed and I find her at five-thirty.” To which he added as he only took in further, without expression, Lord John: “But Bender, who came there before my arrival--he hasn’t tried for me here?” It was a point on which Lord John himself could at least be expressiv... | other room. “Then you’ll excuse me!” --she made her escape. II Lord John, reannounced the next instant from the nearest quarter and quite waiving salutations, left no doubt of the high pitch of his eagerness and tension as soon as the door had closed behind him. “What on earth then do you suppose he has come back ... | man, I should have known nothing. You’ll see him all right at this house; but I’m glad, if I may say so, Theign,” the speaker pursued with some emphasis-- “I’m glad, you know, to get hold of you first.” Lord Theign seemed about to ask for the meaning of this remark, but his other companion’s apprehension had already ov... | The Outcry |
Lord Theign took, on this, with a frank show of reaction from some of his friend’s terms, a sharp turn off; he even ironically indicated the babbler or at least the blunderer in question to Lady Sandgate. | No speaker | the drift of public opinion.”<|quote|>Lord Theign took, on this, with a frank show of reaction from some of his friend’s terms, a sharp turn off; he even ironically indicated the babbler or at least the blunderer in question to Lady Sandgate.</|quote|>“He too has known me | apparently, on the whole, by the drift of public opinion.”<|quote|>Lord Theign took, on this, with a frank show of reaction from some of his friend’s terms, a sharp turn off; he even ironically indicated the babbler or at least the blunderer in question to Lady Sandgate.</|quote|>“He too has known me so long, and he co... | John-- “three extraordinarily vulgar pages about the egregious Pap-pendick!” “About his having suddenly turned up in person, yes, and, as Breckenridge says, marked the picture down?” --the young man was clearly all-knowing. “That _has_ of course weighed on Bender--being confirmed apparently, on the whole, by the drift ... | me well enough to believe; or to notice for a minute the cheapest insolence and aggression--which frankly scarce reached me out there; or which, so far as it did, I was daily washed clean of by those blest waters. I returned on Mr. Bender’s letter,” he then vouchsafed to Lord John-- “three extraordinarily vulgar pages ... | been near me once!” Lord John came in a manner, and however unconsciously, to her aid. “You’d have seen, if he had been, what’s the matter with him, I think--and what perhaps Theign has seen from his own letter: since,” he went on to his fellow-visitor, “I understood him a week ago to have been much taken up with writi... | To which he added as he only took in further, without expression, Lord John: “But Bender, who came there before my arrival--he hasn’t tried for me here?” It was a point on which Lord John himself could at least be expressive. “I met him at the club at luncheon; he had had your letter--but for which chance, my dear man,... | the nearest quarter and quite waiving salutations, left no doubt of the high pitch of his eagerness and tension as soon as the door had closed behind him. “What on earth then do you suppose he has come back to _do_--?” To which he added while his hostess’s gesture impatiently disclaimed conjecture: “Because when a fell... | Bender meanwhile, if you want to know, hasn’t been near me once!” Lord John came in a manner, and however unconsciously, to her aid. “You’d have seen, if he had been, what’s the matter with him, I think--and what perhaps Theign has seen from his own letter: since,” he went on to his fellow-visitor, “I understood him a ... | The Outcry |
“He too has known me so long, and he comes here to talk to me of ‘the drift of public opinion’!” | Theign | in question to Lady Sandgate.<|quote|>“He too has known me so long, and he comes here to talk to me of ‘the drift of public opinion’!”</|quote|>After which he quite charged | or at least the blunderer in question to Lady Sandgate.<|quote|>“He too has known me so long, and he comes here to talk to me of ‘the drift of public opinion’!”</|quote|>After which he quite charged at his vain informant. “Am | on Bender--being confirmed apparently, on the whole, by the drift of public opinion.” Lord Theign took, on this, with a frank show of reaction from some of his friend’s terms, a sharp turn off; he even ironically indicated the babbler or at least the blunderer in question to Lady Sandgate.<|quote|>“He too has known me ... | blest waters. I returned on Mr. Bender’s letter,” he then vouchsafed to Lord John-- “three extraordinarily vulgar pages about the egregious Pap-pendick!” “About his having suddenly turned up in person, yes, and, as Breckenridge says, marked the picture down?” --the young man was clearly all-knowing. “That _has_ of cour... | own letter: since,” he went on to his fellow-visitor, “I understood him a week ago to have been much taken up with writing you.” Lord Theign received this without comment, only again with an air of expertly sounding the speaker; after which he gave himself afresh for a moment to Lady Sandgate. “I’ve not come home for a... | at least be expressive. “I met him at the club at luncheon; he had had your letter--but for which chance, my dear man, I should have known nothing. You’ll see him all right at this house; but I’m glad, if I may say so, Theign,” the speaker pursued with some emphasis-- “I’m glad, you know, to get hold of you first.” Lor... | come back to _do_--?” To which he added while his hostess’s gesture impatiently disclaimed conjecture: “Because when a fellow really finds himself the centre of a cyclone----!” “Isn’t it just at the centre,” she interrupted, “that you keep remarkably still, and only in the suburbs that you feel the rage? I count on dea... | with Kitty not at home to receive you?” That young woman’s parent made light of it for the indulged creature’s sake. “Oh I knew my Kitty! I dressed and I find her at five-thirty.” To which he added as he only took in further, without expression, Lord John: “But Bender, who came there before my arrival--he hasn’t tried ... | The Outcry |
After which he quite charged at his vain informant. | No speaker | ‘the drift of public opinion’!”<|quote|>After which he quite charged at his vain informant.</|quote|>“Am I to tell you | to talk to me of ‘the drift of public opinion’!”<|quote|>After which he quite charged at his vain informant.</|quote|>“Am I to tell you again that I snap my | show of reaction from some of his friend’s terms, a sharp turn off; he even ironically indicated the babbler or at least the blunderer in question to Lady Sandgate. “He too has known me so long, and he comes here to talk to me of ‘the drift of public opinion’!”<|quote|>After which he quite charged at his vain informant... | Pap-pendick!” “About his having suddenly turned up in person, yes, and, as Breckenridge says, marked the picture down?” --the young man was clearly all-knowing. “That _has_ of course weighed on Bender--being confirmed apparently, on the whole, by the drift of public opinion.” Lord Theign took, on this, with a frank sho... | with writing you.” Lord Theign received this without comment, only again with an air of expertly sounding the speaker; after which he gave himself afresh for a moment to Lady Sandgate. “I’ve not come home for any clamour, as you surely know me well enough to believe; or to notice for a minute the cheapest insolence and... | dear man, I should have known nothing. You’ll see him all right at this house; but I’m glad, if I may say so, Theign,” the speaker pursued with some emphasis-- “I’m glad, you know, to get hold of you first.” Lord Theign seemed about to ask for the meaning of this remark, but his other companion’s apprehension had alrea... | himself the centre of a cyclone----!” “Isn’t it just at the centre,” she interrupted, “that you keep remarkably still, and only in the suburbs that you feel the rage? I count on dear Theign’s doing nothing in the least foolish--!” “Ah, but he can’t have chucked everything for nothing,” Lord John sharply returned; “and ... | he isn’t already torn--if you tell me you’ve been to Kitty’s.” “Oh, he was all right so far: he had arrived and gone out again,” the young man explained, “as Lady Imber hadn’t been at home.” “Ah cool Kitty!” his hostess sighed again--but diverted, as she spoke, by the reappearance of her butler, this time positively pr... | The Outcry |
“Am I to tell you again that I snap my fingers at the drift of public opinion?--which is but another name for the chatter of all the fools one doesn’t know, in addition to all those (and plenty of ‘em!) one damnably does.” | Theign | charged at his vain informant.<|quote|>“Am I to tell you again that I snap my fingers at the drift of public opinion?--which is but another name for the chatter of all the fools one doesn’t know, in addition to all those (and plenty of ‘em!) one damnably does.”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate, by a turn | opinion’!” After which he quite charged at his vain informant.<|quote|>“Am I to tell you again that I snap my fingers at the drift of public opinion?--which is but another name for the chatter of all the fools one doesn’t know, in addition to all those (and plenty of ‘em!) one damnably does.”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate, by... | a sharp turn off; he even ironically indicated the babbler or at least the blunderer in question to Lady Sandgate. “He too has known me so long, and he comes here to talk to me of ‘the drift of public opinion’!” After which he quite charged at his vain informant.<|quote|>“Am I to tell you again that I snap my fingers a... | yes, and, as Breckenridge says, marked the picture down?” --the young man was clearly all-knowing. “That _has_ of course weighed on Bender--being confirmed apparently, on the whole, by the drift of public opinion.” Lord Theign took, on this, with a frank show of reaction from some of his friend’s terms, a sharp turn of... | only again with an air of expertly sounding the speaker; after which he gave himself afresh for a moment to Lady Sandgate. “I’ve not come home for any clamour, as you surely know me well enough to believe; or to notice for a minute the cheapest insolence and aggression--which frankly scarce reached me out there; or whi... | him all right at this house; but I’m glad, if I may say so, Theign,” the speaker pursued with some emphasis-- “I’m glad, you know, to get hold of you first.” Lord Theign seemed about to ask for the meaning of this remark, but his other companion’s apprehension had already overflowed. “You haven’t come back, have you--t... | at the centre,” she interrupted, “that you keep remarkably still, and only in the suburbs that you feel the rage? I count on dear Theign’s doing nothing in the least foolish--!” “Ah, but he can’t have chucked everything for nothing,” Lord John sharply returned; “and wherever you place him in the rumpus he can’t not mee... | and dreamt but of _you_--suspicious man!--in proportion as the clamour has spread; and Mr. Bender meanwhile, if you want to know, hasn’t been near me once!” Lord John came in a manner, and however unconsciously, to her aid. “You’d have seen, if he had been, what’s the matter with him, I think--and what perhaps Theign h... | The Outcry |
Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse. | No speaker | of ‘em!) one damnably does.”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse.</|quote|>“Ah, you did _that_, in | to all those (and plenty of ‘em!) one damnably does.”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse.</|quote|>“Ah, you did _that_, in your own grand way, before | he quite charged at his vain informant. “Am I to tell you again that I snap my fingers at the drift of public opinion?--which is but another name for the chatter of all the fools one doesn’t know, in addition to all those (and plenty of ‘em!) one damnably does.”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the hand, dropped oil... | reaction from some of his friend’s terms, a sharp turn off; he even ironically indicated the babbler or at least the blunderer in question to Lady Sandgate. “He too has known me so long, and he comes here to talk to me of ‘the drift of public opinion’!” After which he quite charged at his vain informant. “Am I to tell ... | minute the cheapest insolence and aggression--which frankly scarce reached me out there; or which, so far as it did, I was daily washed clean of by those blest waters. I returned on Mr. Bender’s letter,” he then vouchsafed to Lord John-- “three extraordinarily vulgar pages about the egregious Pap-pendick!” “About his h... | but his other companion’s apprehension had already overflowed. “You haven’t come back, have you--to whatever it may be!--for _trouble_ of any sort with Breckenridge?” His lordship transferred his penetration to this fair friend, “Have you become so intensely absorbed--these remarkable days!--in ‘Breckenridge’?” She fel... | returned; “and wherever you place him in the rumpus he can’t not meet somehow, hang it, such an assault on his character as a great nobleman and good citizen.” “It’s his luck to have become with the public of the newspapers the scapegoat-in-chief: for the sins, so-called, of a lot of people!” Lady Sandgate inconclusive... | Lord Theign seemed about to ask for the meaning of this remark, but his other companion’s apprehension had already overflowed. “You haven’t come back, have you--to whatever it may be!--for _trouble_ of any sort with Breckenridge?” His lordship transferred his penetration to this fair friend, “Have you become so intense... | The Outcry |
“Ah, you did _that_, in your own grand way, before you went abroad!” | Lady Sandgate | oil from her golden cruse.<|quote|>“Ah, you did _that_, in your own grand way, before you went abroad!”</|quote|>“I don’t speak of the | turn of the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse.<|quote|>“Ah, you did _that_, in your own grand way, before you went abroad!”</|quote|>“I don’t speak of the matter, my dear man, in | I snap my fingers at the drift of public opinion?--which is but another name for the chatter of all the fools one doesn’t know, in addition to all those (and plenty of ‘em!) one damnably does.” Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse.<|quote|>“Ah, you did _that_, in your own grand way, b... | indicated the babbler or at least the blunderer in question to Lady Sandgate. “He too has known me so long, and he comes here to talk to me of ‘the drift of public opinion’!” After which he quite charged at his vain informant. “Am I to tell you again that I snap my fingers at the drift of public opinion?--which is but ... | so far as it did, I was daily washed clean of by those blest waters. I returned on Mr. Bender’s letter,” he then vouchsafed to Lord John-- “three extraordinarily vulgar pages about the egregious Pap-pendick!” “About his having suddenly turned up in person, yes, and, as Breckenridge says, marked the picture down?” --the... | whatever it may be!--for _trouble_ of any sort with Breckenridge?” His lordship transferred his penetration to this fair friend, “Have you become so intensely absorbed--these remarkable days!--in ‘Breckenridge’?” She felt the shadow, you would have seen, of his claimed right, or at least privilege, of search--yet easil... | hang it, such an assault on his character as a great nobleman and good citizen.” “It’s his luck to have become with the public of the newspapers the scapegoat-in-chief: for the sins, so-called, of a lot of people!” Lady Sandgate inconclusively sighed. “Yes,” Lord John concluded for her, “the mercenary millions on whose... | glad, if I may say so, Theign,” the speaker pursued with some emphasis-- “I’m glad, you know, to get hold of you first.” Lord Theign seemed about to ask for the meaning of this remark, but his other companion’s apprehension had already overflowed. “You haven’t come back, have you--to whatever it may be!--for _trouble_ ... | The Outcry |
“I don’t speak of the matter, my dear man, in the light of its effect on _you_,” | Lord John | way, before you went abroad!”<|quote|>“I don’t speak of the matter, my dear man, in the light of its effect on _you_,”</|quote|>Lord John importantly explained-- “but | _that_, in your own grand way, before you went abroad!”<|quote|>“I don’t speak of the matter, my dear man, in the light of its effect on _you_,”</|quote|>Lord John importantly explained-- “but in the light of its | name for the chatter of all the fools one doesn’t know, in addition to all those (and plenty of ‘em!) one damnably does.” Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse. “Ah, you did _that_, in your own grand way, before you went abroad!”<|quote|>“I don’t speak of the matter, my dear man, in th... | “He too has known me so long, and he comes here to talk to me of ‘the drift of public opinion’!” After which he quite charged at his vain informant. “Am I to tell you again that I snap my fingers at the drift of public opinion?--which is but another name for the chatter of all the fools one doesn’t know, in addition to... | blest waters. I returned on Mr. Bender’s letter,” he then vouchsafed to Lord John-- “three extraordinarily vulgar pages about the egregious Pap-pendick!” “About his having suddenly turned up in person, yes, and, as Breckenridge says, marked the picture down?” --the young man was clearly all-knowing. “That _has_ of cour... | his penetration to this fair friend, “Have you become so intensely absorbed--these remarkable days!--in ‘Breckenridge’?” She felt the shadow, you would have seen, of his claimed right, or at least privilege, of search--yet easily, after an instant, emerged clear. “I’ve thought and dreamt but of _you_--suspicious man!--... | good citizen.” “It’s his luck to have become with the public of the newspapers the scapegoat-in-chief: for the sins, so-called, of a lot of people!” Lady Sandgate inconclusively sighed. “Yes,” Lord John concluded for her, “the mercenary millions on whose traffic in their trumpery values--when they’re so lucky as to hav... | and I find her at five-thirty.” To which he added as he only took in further, without expression, Lord John: “But Bender, who came there before my arrival--he hasn’t tried for me here?” It was a point on which Lord John himself could at least be expressive. “I met him at the club at luncheon; he had had your letter--bu... | The Outcry |
Lord John importantly explained-- | No speaker | of its effect on _you_,”<|quote|>Lord John importantly explained--</|quote|>“but in the light of | dear man, in the light of its effect on _you_,”<|quote|>Lord John importantly explained--</|quote|>“but in the light of its effect on Bender; who | plenty of ‘em!) one damnably does.” Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse. “Ah, you did _that_, in your own grand way, before you went abroad!” “I don’t speak of the matter, my dear man, in the light of its effect on _you_,”<|quote|>Lord John importantly explained--</|quote|>“but in th... | drift of public opinion’!” After which he quite charged at his vain informant. “Am I to tell you again that I snap my fingers at the drift of public opinion?--which is but another name for the chatter of all the fools one doesn’t know, in addition to all those (and plenty of ‘em!) one damnably does.” Lady Sandgate, by ... | pages about the egregious Pap-pendick!” “About his having suddenly turned up in person, yes, and, as Breckenridge says, marked the picture down?” --the young man was clearly all-knowing. “That _has_ of course weighed on Bender--being confirmed apparently, on the whole, by the drift of public opinion.” Lord Theign took,... | the shadow, you would have seen, of his claimed right, or at least privilege, of search--yet easily, after an instant, emerged clear. “I’ve thought and dreamt but of _you_--suspicious man!--in proportion as the clamour has spread; and Mr. Bender meanwhile, if you want to know, hasn’t been near me once!” Lord John came ... | the sins, so-called, of a lot of people!” Lady Sandgate inconclusively sighed. “Yes,” Lord John concluded for her, “the mercenary millions on whose traffic in their trumpery values--when they’re so lucky as to have any!--_this_ isn’t a patch!” “Oh, there are cases _and_ cases: situations and responsibilities so intense... | Kitty not at home to receive you?” That young woman’s parent made light of it for the indulged creature’s sake. “Oh I knew my Kitty! I dressed and I find her at five-thirty.” To which he added as he only took in further, without expression, Lord John: “But Bender, who came there before my arrival--he hasn’t tried for m... | The Outcry |
“but in the light of its effect on Bender; who so consumedly wants the picture, if he _is_ to have it, to be a Mantovano, but seems unable to get it taken at last for anything but the fine old Moretto that of course it has always been.” | Lord John | _you_,” Lord John importantly explained--<|quote|>“but in the light of its effect on Bender; who so consumedly wants the picture, if he _is_ to have it, to be a Mantovano, but seems unable to get it taken at last for anything but the fine old Moretto that of course it has always been.”</|quote|>Lord Theign, in growing ... | light of its effect on _you_,” Lord John importantly explained--<|quote|>“but in the light of its effect on Bender; who so consumedly wants the picture, if he _is_ to have it, to be a Mantovano, but seems unable to get it taken at last for anything but the fine old Moretto that of course it has always been.”</|quote|>L... | damnably does.” Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse. “Ah, you did _that_, in your own grand way, before you went abroad!” “I don’t speak of the matter, my dear man, in the light of its effect on _you_,” Lord John importantly explained--<|quote|>“but in the light of its effect on Bend... | After which he quite charged at his vain informant. “Am I to tell you again that I snap my fingers at the drift of public opinion?--which is but another name for the chatter of all the fools one doesn’t know, in addition to all those (and plenty of ‘em!) one damnably does.” Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the hand, dropped... | Pap-pendick!” “About his having suddenly turned up in person, yes, and, as Breckenridge says, marked the picture down?” --the young man was clearly all-knowing. “That _has_ of course weighed on Bender--being confirmed apparently, on the whole, by the drift of public opinion.” Lord Theign took, on this, with a frank sho... | have seen, of his claimed right, or at least privilege, of search--yet easily, after an instant, emerged clear. “I’ve thought and dreamt but of _you_--suspicious man!--in proportion as the clamour has spread; and Mr. Bender meanwhile, if you want to know, hasn’t been near me once!” Lord John came in a manner, and howev... | a lot of people!” Lady Sandgate inconclusively sighed. “Yes,” Lord John concluded for her, “the mercenary millions on whose traffic in their trumpery values--when they’re so lucky as to have any!--_this_ isn’t a patch!” “Oh, there are cases _and_ cases: situations and responsibilities so intensely differ!” --that appea... | the cheapest insolence and aggression--which frankly scarce reached me out there; or which, so far as it did, I was daily washed clean of by those blest waters. I returned on Mr. Bender’s letter,” he then vouchsafed to Lord John-- “three extraordinarily vulgar pages about the egregious Pap-pendick!” “About his having s... | The Outcry |
Lord Theign, in growing disgust at the whole beastly complication, betrayed more and more the odd pitch of the temper that had abruptly restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action. | No speaker | course it has always been.”<|quote|>Lord Theign, in growing disgust at the whole beastly complication, betrayed more and more the odd pitch of the temper that had abruptly restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action.</|quote|>“Well, isn’t a fine old | fine old Moretto that of course it has always been.”<|quote|>Lord Theign, in growing disgust at the whole beastly complication, betrayed more and more the odd pitch of the temper that had abruptly restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action.</|quote|>“Well, isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for... | importantly explained-- “but in the light of its effect on Bender; who so consumedly wants the picture, if he _is_ to have it, to be a Mantovano, but seems unable to get it taken at last for anything but the fine old Moretto that of course it has always been.”<|quote|>Lord Theign, in growing disgust at the whole beastl... | ‘em!) one damnably does.” Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse. “Ah, you did _that_, in your own grand way, before you went abroad!” “I don’t speak of the matter, my dear man, in the light of its effect on _you_,” Lord John importantly explained-- “but in the light of its effect on Be... | a frank show of reaction from some of his friend’s terms, a sharp turn off; he even ironically indicated the babbler or at least the blunderer in question to Lady Sandgate. “He too has known me so long, and he comes here to talk to me of ‘the drift of public opinion’!” After which he quite charged at his vain informant... | came in a manner, and however unconsciously, to her aid. “You’d have seen, if he had been, what’s the matter with him, I think--and what perhaps Theign has seen from his own letter: since,” he went on to his fellow-visitor, “I understood him a week ago to have been much taken up with writing you.” Lord Theign received ... | on the whole, for her ladyship, the moral to be gathered. “Of course everything differs, all round, from everything,” Lord John went on; “and who in the world knows anything of his own case but the victim of circumstances exposing himself, for the highest and purest motives, to be literally torn to pieces?” “Well,” sai... | intensely absorbed--these remarkable days!--in ‘Breckenridge’?” She felt the shadow, you would have seen, of his claimed right, or at least privilege, of search--yet easily, after an instant, emerged clear. “I’ve thought and dreamt but of _you_--suspicious man!--in proportion as the clamour has spread; and Mr. Bender m... | The Outcry |
“Well, isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?” | Theign | to the scene of action.<|quote|>“Well, isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?”</|quote|>It pulled up not a | him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action.<|quote|>“Well, isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?”</|quote|>It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet | at last for anything but the fine old Moretto that of course it has always been.” Lord Theign, in growing disgust at the whole beastly complication, betrayed more and more the odd pitch of the temper that had abruptly restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action.<|quote|>“Well, isn’t a fine old Mor... | of the matter, my dear man, in the light of its effect on _you_,” Lord John importantly explained-- “but in the light of its effect on Bender; who so consumedly wants the picture, if he _is_ to have it, to be a Mantovano, but seems unable to get it taken at last for anything but the fine old Moretto that of course it h... | known me so long, and he comes here to talk to me of ‘the drift of public opinion’!” After which he quite charged at his vain informant. “Am I to tell you again that I snap my fingers at the drift of public opinion?--which is but another name for the chatter of all the fools one doesn’t know, in addition to all those (... | he went on to his fellow-visitor, “I understood him a week ago to have been much taken up with writing you.” Lord Theign received this without comment, only again with an air of expertly sounding the speaker; after which he gave himself afresh for a moment to Lady Sandgate. “I’ve not come home for any clamour, as you s... | but the victim of circumstances exposing himself, for the highest and purest motives, to be literally torn to pieces?” “Well,” said Lady Sandgate as, in her strained suspense, she freshly consulted her bracelet watch, “I hope he isn’t already torn--if you tell me you’ve been to Kitty’s.” “Oh, he was all right so far: h... | weighed on Bender--being confirmed apparently, on the whole, by the drift of public opinion.” Lord Theign took, on this, with a frank show of reaction from some of his friend’s terms, a sharp turn off; he even ironically indicated the babbler or at least the blunderer in question to Lady Sandgate. “He too has known me ... | The Outcry |
It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made his point. | No speaker | enough for him; confound him?”<|quote|>It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made his point.</|quote|>“A fine old Moretto, you | a fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?”<|quote|>It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made his point.</|quote|>“A fine old Moretto, you know, was exactly what he | it has always been.” Lord Theign, in growing disgust at the whole beastly complication, betrayed more and more the odd pitch of the temper that had abruptly restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action. “Well, isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?”<|quote|>It pulled up not a l... | on _you_,” Lord John importantly explained-- “but in the light of its effect on Bender; who so consumedly wants the picture, if he _is_ to have it, to be a Mantovano, but seems unable to get it taken at last for anything but the fine old Moretto that of course it has always been.” Lord Theign, in growing disgust at the... | of ‘the drift of public opinion’!” After which he quite charged at his vain informant. “Am I to tell you again that I snap my fingers at the drift of public opinion?--which is but another name for the chatter of all the fools one doesn’t know, in addition to all those (and plenty of ‘em!) one damnably does.” Lady Sandg... | to have been much taken up with writing you.” Lord Theign received this without comment, only again with an air of expertly sounding the speaker; after which he gave himself afresh for a moment to Lady Sandgate. “I’ve not come home for any clamour, as you surely know me well enough to believe; or to notice for a minute... | motives, to be literally torn to pieces?” “Well,” said Lady Sandgate as, in her strained suspense, she freshly consulted her bracelet watch, “I hope he isn’t already torn--if you tell me you’ve been to Kitty’s.” “Oh, he was all right so far: he had arrived and gone out again,” the young man explained, “as Lady Imber ha... | off; he even ironically indicated the babbler or at least the blunderer in question to Lady Sandgate. “He too has known me so long, and he comes here to talk to me of ‘the drift of public opinion’!” After which he quite charged at his vain informant. “Am I to tell you again that I snap my fingers at the drift of public... | The Outcry |
“A fine old Moretto, you know, was exactly what he declined at Dedborough--for its comparative, strictly comparative, insignificance; and he only thought of the picture when the wind began to rise for the enormous rarity--” | Lord John | who yet made his point.<|quote|>“A fine old Moretto, you know, was exactly what he declined at Dedborough--for its comparative, strictly comparative, insignificance; and he only thought of the picture when the wind began to rise for the enormous rarity--”</|quote|>“That that mendacious young cad | not a little Lord John, who yet made his point.<|quote|>“A fine old Moretto, you know, was exactly what he declined at Dedborough--for its comparative, strictly comparative, insignificance; and he only thought of the picture when the wind began to rise for the enormous rarity--”</|quote|>“That that mendacious young cad... | complication, betrayed more and more the odd pitch of the temper that had abruptly restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action. “Well, isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?” It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made his point.<|quote|>“A fine old Moretto, you know, wa... | on Bender; who so consumedly wants the picture, if he _is_ to have it, to be a Mantovano, but seems unable to get it taken at last for anything but the fine old Moretto that of course it has always been.” Lord Theign, in growing disgust at the whole beastly complication, betrayed more and more the odd pitch of the temp... | vain informant. “Am I to tell you again that I snap my fingers at the drift of public opinion?--which is but another name for the chatter of all the fools one doesn’t know, in addition to all those (and plenty of ‘em!) one damnably does.” Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse. “Ah, you... | without comment, only again with an air of expertly sounding the speaker; after which he gave himself afresh for a moment to Lady Sandgate. “I’ve not come home for any clamour, as you surely know me well enough to believe; or to notice for a minute the cheapest insolence and aggression--which frankly scarce reached me ... | her strained suspense, she freshly consulted her bracelet watch, “I hope he isn’t already torn--if you tell me you’ve been to Kitty’s.” “Oh, he was all right so far: he had arrived and gone out again,” the young man explained, “as Lady Imber hadn’t been at home.” “Ah cool Kitty!” his hostess sighed again--but diverted,... | again with an air of expertly sounding the speaker; after which he gave himself afresh for a moment to Lady Sandgate. “I’ve not come home for any clamour, as you surely know me well enough to believe; or to notice for a minute the cheapest insolence and aggression--which frankly scarce reached me out there; or which, s... | The Outcry |
“That that mendacious young cad who has bamboozled Grace,” | Theign | rise for the enormous rarity--”<|quote|>“That that mendacious young cad who has bamboozled Grace,”</|quote|>Lord Theign broke in, “tried | when the wind began to rise for the enormous rarity--”<|quote|>“That that mendacious young cad who has bamboozled Grace,”</|quote|>Lord Theign broke in, “tried to befool us, for his | confound him?” It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made his point. “A fine old Moretto, you know, was exactly what he declined at Dedborough--for its comparative, strictly comparative, insignificance; and he only thought of the picture when the wind began to rise for the enormous rarity--”<|quote|>“That that m... | of course it has always been.” Lord Theign, in growing disgust at the whole beastly complication, betrayed more and more the odd pitch of the temper that had abruptly restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action. “Well, isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?” It pulled up not a... | to all those (and plenty of ‘em!) one damnably does.” Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse. “Ah, you did _that_, in your own grand way, before you went abroad!” “I don’t speak of the matter, my dear man, in the light of its effect on _you_,” Lord John importantly explained-- “but in t... | me well enough to believe; or to notice for a minute the cheapest insolence and aggression--which frankly scarce reached me out there; or which, so far as it did, I was daily washed clean of by those blest waters. I returned on Mr. Bender’s letter,” he then vouchsafed to Lord John-- “three extraordinarily vulgar pages ... | again,” the young man explained, “as Lady Imber hadn’t been at home.” “Ah cool Kitty!” his hostess sighed again--but diverted, as she spoke, by the reappearance of her butler, this time positively preceding Lord Theign, whom she met, when he presently stood before her, his garb of travel exchanged for consummate aftern... | the egregious Pap-pendick!” “About his having suddenly turned up in person, yes, and, as Breckenridge says, marked the picture down?” --the young man was clearly all-knowing. “That _has_ of course weighed on Bender--being confirmed apparently, on the whole, by the drift of public opinion.” Lord Theign took, on this, wi... | The Outcry |
Lord Theign broke in, | No speaker | cad who has bamboozled Grace,”<|quote|>Lord Theign broke in,</|quote|>“tried to befool us, for | rarity--” “That that mendacious young cad who has bamboozled Grace,”<|quote|>Lord Theign broke in,</|quote|>“tried to befool us, for his beggarly reasons, into claiming | John, who yet made his point. “A fine old Moretto, you know, was exactly what he declined at Dedborough--for its comparative, strictly comparative, insignificance; and he only thought of the picture when the wind began to rise for the enormous rarity--” “That that mendacious young cad who has bamboozled Grace,”<|quote|... | growing disgust at the whole beastly complication, betrayed more and more the odd pitch of the temper that had abruptly restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action. “Well, isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?” It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made his point. “A f... | does.” Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse. “Ah, you did _that_, in your own grand way, before you went abroad!” “I don’t speak of the matter, my dear man, in the light of its effect on _you_,” Lord John importantly explained-- “but in the light of its effect on Bender; who so consum... | a minute the cheapest insolence and aggression--which frankly scarce reached me out there; or which, so far as it did, I was daily washed clean of by those blest waters. I returned on Mr. Bender’s letter,” he then vouchsafed to Lord John-- “three extraordinarily vulgar pages about the egregious Pap-pendick!” “About his... | been at home.” “Ah cool Kitty!” his hostess sighed again--but diverted, as she spoke, by the reappearance of her butler, this time positively preceding Lord Theign, whom she met, when he presently stood before her, his garb of travel exchanged for consummate afternoon dress, with yearning tenderness and compassionate c... | but his other companion’s apprehension had already overflowed. “You haven’t come back, have you--to whatever it may be!--for _trouble_ of any sort with Breckenridge?” His lordship transferred his penetration to this fair friend, “Have you become so intensely absorbed--these remarkable days!--in ‘Breckenridge’?” She fel... | The Outcry |
“tried to befool us, for his beggarly reasons, into claiming for it?” | Theign | Grace,” Lord Theign broke in,<|quote|>“tried to befool us, for his beggarly reasons, into claiming for it?”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate renewed her mild | young cad who has bamboozled Grace,” Lord Theign broke in,<|quote|>“tried to befool us, for his beggarly reasons, into claiming for it?”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate renewed her mild influence. “Ah, the knowing people | his point. “A fine old Moretto, you know, was exactly what he declined at Dedborough--for its comparative, strictly comparative, insignificance; and he only thought of the picture when the wind began to rise for the enormous rarity--” “That that mendacious young cad who has bamboozled Grace,” Lord Theign broke in,<|quo... | whole beastly complication, betrayed more and more the odd pitch of the temper that had abruptly restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action. “Well, isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?” It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made his point. “A fine old Moretto, you kn... | a turn of the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse. “Ah, you did _that_, in your own grand way, before you went abroad!” “I don’t speak of the matter, my dear man, in the light of its effect on _you_,” Lord John importantly explained-- “but in the light of its effect on Bender; who so consumedly wants the picture, i... | insolence and aggression--which frankly scarce reached me out there; or which, so far as it did, I was daily washed clean of by those blest waters. I returned on Mr. Bender’s letter,” he then vouchsafed to Lord John-- “three extraordinarily vulgar pages about the egregious Pap-pendick!” “About his having suddenly turne... | cool Kitty!” his hostess sighed again--but diverted, as she spoke, by the reappearance of her butler, this time positively preceding Lord Theign, whom she met, when he presently stood before her, his garb of travel exchanged for consummate afternoon dress, with yearning tenderness and compassionate curiosity. “At last,... | easily, after an instant, emerged clear. “I’ve thought and dreamt but of _you_--suspicious man!--in proportion as the clamour has spread; and Mr. Bender meanwhile, if you want to know, hasn’t been near me once!” Lord John came in a manner, and however unconsciously, to her aid. “You’d have seen, if he had been, what’s ... | The Outcry |
Lady Sandgate renewed her mild influence. | No speaker | reasons, into claiming for it?”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate renewed her mild influence.</|quote|>“Ah, the knowing people haven’t | befool us, for his beggarly reasons, into claiming for it?”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate renewed her mild influence.</|quote|>“Ah, the knowing people haven’t had their last word--the possible | declined at Dedborough--for its comparative, strictly comparative, insignificance; and he only thought of the picture when the wind began to rise for the enormous rarity--” “That that mendacious young cad who has bamboozled Grace,” Lord Theign broke in, “tried to befool us, for his beggarly reasons, into claiming for i... | temper that had abruptly restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action. “Well, isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?” It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made his point. “A fine old Moretto, you know, was exactly what he declined at Dedborough--for its comparative, str... | you did _that_, in your own grand way, before you went abroad!” “I don’t speak of the matter, my dear man, in the light of its effect on _you_,” Lord John importantly explained-- “but in the light of its effect on Bender; who so consumedly wants the picture, if he _is_ to have it, to be a Mantovano, but seems unable to... | far as it did, I was daily washed clean of by those blest waters. I returned on Mr. Bender’s letter,” he then vouchsafed to Lord John-- “three extraordinarily vulgar pages about the egregious Pap-pendick!” “About his having suddenly turned up in person, yes, and, as Breckenridge says, marked the picture down?” --the yo... | reappearance of her butler, this time positively preceding Lord Theign, whom she met, when he presently stood before her, his garb of travel exchanged for consummate afternoon dress, with yearning tenderness and compassionate curiosity. “At last, dearest friend--what a joy! But with Kitty not at home to receive you?” T... | or to notice for a minute the cheapest insolence and aggression--which frankly scarce reached me out there; or which, so far as it did, I was daily washed clean of by those blest waters. I returned on Mr. Bender’s letter,” he then vouchsafed to Lord John-- “three extraordinarily vulgar pages about the egregious Pap-pen... | The Outcry |
“Ah, the knowing people haven’t had their last word--the possible Mantovano isn’t exploded _yet!_” | Lady Sandgate | Sandgate renewed her mild influence.<|quote|>“Ah, the knowing people haven’t had their last word--the possible Mantovano isn’t exploded _yet!_”</|quote|>Her noble friend, however, declined | into claiming for it?” Lady Sandgate renewed her mild influence.<|quote|>“Ah, the knowing people haven’t had their last word--the possible Mantovano isn’t exploded _yet!_”</|quote|>Her noble friend, however, declined the offered spell. “I’ve had | comparative, insignificance; and he only thought of the picture when the wind began to rise for the enormous rarity--” “That that mendacious young cad who has bamboozled Grace,” Lord Theign broke in, “tried to befool us, for his beggarly reasons, into claiming for it?” Lady Sandgate renewed her mild influence.<|quote|>... | with such incalculable weight to the scene of action. “Well, isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?” It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made his point. “A fine old Moretto, you know, was exactly what he declined at Dedborough--for its comparative, strictly comparative, insignificance; and... | grand way, before you went abroad!” “I don’t speak of the matter, my dear man, in the light of its effect on _you_,” Lord John importantly explained-- “but in the light of its effect on Bender; who so consumedly wants the picture, if he _is_ to have it, to be a Mantovano, but seems unable to get it taken at last for an... | daily washed clean of by those blest waters. I returned on Mr. Bender’s letter,” he then vouchsafed to Lord John-- “three extraordinarily vulgar pages about the egregious Pap-pendick!” “About his having suddenly turned up in person, yes, and, as Breckenridge says, marked the picture down?” --the young man was clearly a... | positively preceding Lord Theign, whom she met, when he presently stood before her, his garb of travel exchanged for consummate afternoon dress, with yearning tenderness and compassionate curiosity. “At last, dearest friend--what a joy! But with Kitty not at home to receive you?” That young woman’s parent made light of... | hasn’t been near me once!” Lord John came in a manner, and however unconsciously, to her aid. “You’d have seen, if he had been, what’s the matter with him, I think--and what perhaps Theign has seen from his own letter: since,” he went on to his fellow-visitor, “I understood him a week ago to have been much taken up wit... | The Outcry |
Her noble friend, however, declined the offered spell. | No speaker | possible Mantovano isn’t exploded _yet!_”<|quote|>Her noble friend, however, declined the offered spell.</|quote|>“I’ve had enough of the | haven’t had their last word--the possible Mantovano isn’t exploded _yet!_”<|quote|>Her noble friend, however, declined the offered spell.</|quote|>“I’ve had enough of the knowing people--the knowing people are | rise for the enormous rarity--” “That that mendacious young cad who has bamboozled Grace,” Lord Theign broke in, “tried to befool us, for his beggarly reasons, into claiming for it?” Lady Sandgate renewed her mild influence. “Ah, the knowing people haven’t had their last word--the possible Mantovano isn’t exploded _yet... | Moretto good enough for him; confound him?” It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made his point. “A fine old Moretto, you know, was exactly what he declined at Dedborough--for its comparative, strictly comparative, insignificance; and he only thought of the picture when the wind began to rise for the enormous r... | man, in the light of its effect on _you_,” Lord John importantly explained-- “but in the light of its effect on Bender; who so consumedly wants the picture, if he _is_ to have it, to be a Mantovano, but seems unable to get it taken at last for anything but the fine old Moretto that of course it has always been.” Lord T... | he then vouchsafed to Lord John-- “three extraordinarily vulgar pages about the egregious Pap-pendick!” “About his having suddenly turned up in person, yes, and, as Breckenridge says, marked the picture down?” --the young man was clearly all-knowing. “That _has_ of course weighed on Bender--being confirmed apparently, ... | garb of travel exchanged for consummate afternoon dress, with yearning tenderness and compassionate curiosity. “At last, dearest friend--what a joy! But with Kitty not at home to receive you?” That young woman’s parent made light of it for the indulged creature’s sake. “Oh I knew my Kitty! I dressed and I find her at f... | Mr. Bender’s letter,” he then vouchsafed to Lord John-- “three extraordinarily vulgar pages about the egregious Pap-pendick!” “About his having suddenly turned up in person, yes, and, as Breckenridge says, marked the picture down?” --the young man was clearly all-knowing. “That _has_ of course weighed on Bender--being ... | The Outcry |
“I’ve had enough of the knowing people--the knowing people are serpents! My picture’s to take or to leave--and it’s what I’ve come back, if you please, John, to say to your man to his face.” | Theign | however, declined the offered spell.<|quote|>“I’ve had enough of the knowing people--the knowing people are serpents! My picture’s to take or to leave--and it’s what I’ve come back, if you please, John, to say to your man to his face.”</|quote|>This declaration had a report | exploded _yet!_” Her noble friend, however, declined the offered spell.<|quote|>“I’ve had enough of the knowing people--the knowing people are serpents! My picture’s to take or to leave--and it’s what I’ve come back, if you please, John, to say to your man to his face.”</|quote|>This declaration had a report as sharp a... | young cad who has bamboozled Grace,” Lord Theign broke in, “tried to befool us, for his beggarly reasons, into claiming for it?” Lady Sandgate renewed her mild influence. “Ah, the knowing people haven’t had their last word--the possible Mantovano isn’t exploded _yet!_” Her noble friend, however, declined the offered sp... | pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made his point. “A fine old Moretto, you know, was exactly what he declined at Dedborough--for its comparative, strictly comparative, insignificance; and he only thought of the picture when the wind began to rise for the enormous rarity--” “That that mendacious young cad who ha... | _you_,” Lord John importantly explained-- “but in the light of its effect on Bender; who so consumedly wants the picture, if he _is_ to have it, to be a Mantovano, but seems unable to get it taken at last for anything but the fine old Moretto that of course it has always been.” Lord Theign, in growing disgust at the wh... | vulgar pages about the egregious Pap-pendick!” “About his having suddenly turned up in person, yes, and, as Breckenridge says, marked the picture down?” --the young man was clearly all-knowing. “That _has_ of course weighed on Bender--being confirmed apparently, on the whole, by the drift of public opinion.” Lord Theig... | with yearning tenderness and compassionate curiosity. “At last, dearest friend--what a joy! But with Kitty not at home to receive you?” That young woman’s parent made light of it for the indulged creature’s sake. “Oh I knew my Kitty! I dressed and I find her at five-thirty.” To which he added as he only took in further... | opinion?--which is but another name for the chatter of all the fools one doesn’t know, in addition to all those (and plenty of ‘em!) one damnably does.” Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse. “Ah, you did _that_, in your own grand way, before you went abroad!” “I don’t speak of the mat... | The Outcry |
This declaration had a report as sharp and almost as multiplied as the successive cracks of a discharged revolver; yet when the light smoke cleared Lady Sand-gate at least was still left standing and smiling. | No speaker | your man to his face.”<|quote|>This declaration had a report as sharp and almost as multiplied as the successive cracks of a discharged revolver; yet when the light smoke cleared Lady Sand-gate at least was still left standing and smiling.</|quote|>“Yes, why in mercy’s name | please, John, to say to your man to his face.”<|quote|>This declaration had a report as sharp and almost as multiplied as the successive cracks of a discharged revolver; yet when the light smoke cleared Lady Sand-gate at least was still left standing and smiling.</|quote|>“Yes, why in mercy’s name can’t he choose _whic... | last word--the possible Mantovano isn’t exploded _yet!_” Her noble friend, however, declined the offered spell. “I’ve had enough of the knowing people--the knowing people are serpents! My picture’s to take or to leave--and it’s what I’ve come back, if you please, John, to say to your man to his face.”<|quote|>This decl... | the picture when the wind began to rise for the enormous rarity--” “That that mendacious young cad who has bamboozled Grace,” Lord Theign broke in, “tried to befool us, for his beggarly reasons, into claiming for it?” Lady Sandgate renewed her mild influence. “Ah, the knowing people haven’t had their last word--the pos... | it taken at last for anything but the fine old Moretto that of course it has always been.” Lord Theign, in growing disgust at the whole beastly complication, betrayed more and more the odd pitch of the temper that had abruptly restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action. “Well, isn’t a fine old Mo... | Bender--being confirmed apparently, on the whole, by the drift of public opinion.” Lord Theign took, on this, with a frank show of reaction from some of his friend’s terms, a sharp turn off; he even ironically indicated the babbler or at least the blunderer in question to Lady Sandgate. “He too has known me so long, an... | I knew my Kitty! I dressed and I find her at five-thirty.” To which he added as he only took in further, without expression, Lord John: “But Bender, who came there before my arrival--he hasn’t tried for me here?” It was a point on which Lord John himself could at least be expressive. “I met him at the club at luncheon;... | “Ah, you did _that_, in your own grand way, before you went abroad!” “I don’t speak of the matter, my dear man, in the light of its effect on _you_,” Lord John importantly explained-- “but in the light of its effect on Bender; who so consumedly wants the picture, if he _is_ to have it, to be a Mantovano, but seems unab... | The Outcry |
“Yes, why in mercy’s name can’t he choose _which?_--and why does he write him, dreadful Breckenridge, such tiresome argumentative letters?” | Lady Sandgate | still left standing and smiling.<|quote|>“Yes, why in mercy’s name can’t he choose _which?_--and why does he write him, dreadful Breckenridge, such tiresome argumentative letters?”</|quote|>Lord John took up her | Lady Sand-gate at least was still left standing and smiling.<|quote|>“Yes, why in mercy’s name can’t he choose _which?_--and why does he write him, dreadful Breckenridge, such tiresome argumentative letters?”</|quote|>Lord John took up her idea as with the air | I’ve come back, if you please, John, to say to your man to his face.” This declaration had a report as sharp and almost as multiplied as the successive cracks of a discharged revolver; yet when the light smoke cleared Lady Sand-gate at least was still left standing and smiling.<|quote|>“Yes, why in mercy’s name can’t h... | for it?” Lady Sandgate renewed her mild influence. “Ah, the knowing people haven’t had their last word--the possible Mantovano isn’t exploded _yet!_” Her noble friend, however, declined the offered spell. “I’ve had enough of the knowing people--the knowing people are serpents! My picture’s to take or to leave--and it’s... | of the temper that had abruptly restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action. “Well, isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?” It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made his point. “A fine old Moretto, you know, was exactly what he declined at Dedborough--for its comparati... | ironically indicated the babbler or at least the blunderer in question to Lady Sandgate. “He too has known me so long, and he comes here to talk to me of ‘the drift of public opinion’!” After which he quite charged at his vain informant. “Am I to tell you again that I snap my fingers at the drift of public opinion?--wh... | tried for me here?” It was a point on which Lord John himself could at least be expressive. “I met him at the club at luncheon; he had had your letter--but for which chance, my dear man, I should have known nothing. You’ll see him all right at this house; but I’m glad, if I may say so, Theign,” the speaker pursued with... | (and plenty of ‘em!) one damnably does.” Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse. “Ah, you did _that_, in your own grand way, before you went abroad!” “I don’t speak of the matter, my dear man, in the light of its effect on _you_,” Lord John importantly explained-- “but in the light of i... | The Outcry |
Lord John took up her idea as with the air of something that had been working in him rather vehemently, though under due caution too, as a consequence of this exchange, during which he had apprehensively watched his elder. | No speaker | Breckenridge, such tiresome argumentative letters?”<|quote|>Lord John took up her idea as with the air of something that had been working in him rather vehemently, though under due caution too, as a consequence of this exchange, during which he had apprehensively watched his elder.</|quote|>“I don’t think I quite | does he write him, dreadful Breckenridge, such tiresome argumentative letters?”<|quote|>Lord John took up her idea as with the air of something that had been working in him rather vehemently, though under due caution too, as a consequence of this exchange, during which he had apprehensively watched his elder.</|quote|>... | as sharp and almost as multiplied as the successive cracks of a discharged revolver; yet when the light smoke cleared Lady Sand-gate at least was still left standing and smiling. “Yes, why in mercy’s name can’t he choose _which?_--and why does he write him, dreadful Breckenridge, such tiresome argumentative letters?”<|... | exploded _yet!_” Her noble friend, however, declined the offered spell. “I’ve had enough of the knowing people--the knowing people are serpents! My picture’s to take or to leave--and it’s what I’ve come back, if you please, John, to say to your man to his face.” This declaration had a report as sharp and almost as mult... | fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?” It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made his point. “A fine old Moretto, you know, was exactly what he declined at Dedborough--for its comparative, strictly comparative, insignificance; and he only thought of the picture when the wind began to rise for the e... | long, and he comes here to talk to me of ‘the drift of public opinion’!” After which he quite charged at his vain informant. “Am I to tell you again that I snap my fingers at the drift of public opinion?--which is but another name for the chatter of all the fools one doesn’t know, in addition to all those (and plenty o... | him at the club at luncheon; he had had your letter--but for which chance, my dear man, I should have known nothing. You’ll see him all right at this house; but I’m glad, if I may say so, Theign,” the speaker pursued with some emphasis-- “I’m glad, you know, to get hold of you first.” Lord Theign seemed about to ask fo... | which, so far as it did, I was daily washed clean of by those blest waters. I returned on Mr. Bender’s letter,” he then vouchsafed to Lord John-- “three extraordinarily vulgar pages about the egregious Pap-pendick!” “About his having suddenly turned up in person, yes, and, as Breckenridge says, marked the picture down?... | The Outcry |
“I don’t think I quite see _how_, my dear Theign, the poor chap’s letter was so offensive.” | Lord John | had apprehensively watched his elder.<|quote|>“I don’t think I quite see _how_, my dear Theign, the poor chap’s letter was so offensive.”</|quote|>In that case his dear | this exchange, during which he had apprehensively watched his elder.<|quote|>“I don’t think I quite see _how_, my dear Theign, the poor chap’s letter was so offensive.”</|quote|>In that case his dear Theign could tell him. “Because | why does he write him, dreadful Breckenridge, such tiresome argumentative letters?” Lord John took up her idea as with the air of something that had been working in him rather vehemently, though under due caution too, as a consequence of this exchange, during which he had apprehensively watched his elder.<|quote|>“I do... | to your man to his face.” This declaration had a report as sharp and almost as multiplied as the successive cracks of a discharged revolver; yet when the light smoke cleared Lady Sand-gate at least was still left standing and smiling. “Yes, why in mercy’s name can’t he choose _which?_--and why does he write him, dreadf... | insignificance; and he only thought of the picture when the wind began to rise for the enormous rarity--” “That that mendacious young cad who has bamboozled Grace,” Lord Theign broke in, “tried to befool us, for his beggarly reasons, into claiming for it?” Lady Sandgate renewed her mild influence. “Ah, the knowing peop... | public opinion?--which is but another name for the chatter of all the fools one doesn’t know, in addition to all those (and plenty of ‘em!) one damnably does.” Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse. “Ah, you did _that_, in your own grand way, before you went abroad!” “I don’t speak of ... | the speaker pursued with some emphasis-- “I’m glad, you know, to get hold of you first.” Lord Theign seemed about to ask for the meaning of this remark, but his other companion’s apprehension had already overflowed. “You haven’t come back, have you--to whatever it may be!--for _trouble_ of any sort with Breckenridge?” ... | John, who yet made his point. “A fine old Moretto, you know, was exactly what he declined at Dedborough--for its comparative, strictly comparative, insignificance; and he only thought of the picture when the wind began to rise for the enormous rarity--” “That that mendacious young cad who has bamboozled Grace,” Lord Th... | The Outcry |
In that case his dear Theign could tell him. | No speaker | chap’s letter was so offensive.”<|quote|>In that case his dear Theign could tell him.</|quote|>“Because it was a tissue | my dear Theign, the poor chap’s letter was so offensive.”<|quote|>In that case his dear Theign could tell him.</|quote|>“Because it was a tissue of expressions that may pass | as with the air of something that had been working in him rather vehemently, though under due caution too, as a consequence of this exchange, during which he had apprehensively watched his elder. “I don’t think I quite see _how_, my dear Theign, the poor chap’s letter was so offensive.”<|quote|>In that case his dear Th... | as the successive cracks of a discharged revolver; yet when the light smoke cleared Lady Sand-gate at least was still left standing and smiling. “Yes, why in mercy’s name can’t he choose _which?_--and why does he write him, dreadful Breckenridge, such tiresome argumentative letters?” Lord John took up her idea as with ... | rarity--” “That that mendacious young cad who has bamboozled Grace,” Lord Theign broke in, “tried to befool us, for his beggarly reasons, into claiming for it?” Lady Sandgate renewed her mild influence. “Ah, the knowing people haven’t had their last word--the possible Mantovano isn’t exploded _yet!_” Her noble friend, ... | addition to all those (and plenty of ‘em!) one damnably does.” Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse. “Ah, you did _that_, in your own grand way, before you went abroad!” “I don’t speak of the matter, my dear man, in the light of its effect on _you_,” Lord John importantly explained-- ... | Theign seemed about to ask for the meaning of this remark, but his other companion’s apprehension had already overflowed. “You haven’t come back, have you--to whatever it may be!--for _trouble_ of any sort with Breckenridge?” His lordship transferred his penetration to this fair friend, “Have you become so intensely ab... | restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action. “Well, isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?” It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made his point. “A fine old Moretto, you know, was exactly what he declined at Dedborough--for its comparative, strictly comparative, insign... | The Outcry |
“Because it was a tissue of expressions that may pass current--over counters and in awful newspapers--in _his_ extraordinary world or country, but that I decline to take time to puzzle out here.” | Theign | dear Theign could tell him.<|quote|>“Because it was a tissue of expressions that may pass current--over counters and in awful newspapers--in _his_ extraordinary world or country, but that I decline to take time to puzzle out here.”</|quote|>“If he didn’t make himself | offensive.” In that case his dear Theign could tell him.<|quote|>“Because it was a tissue of expressions that may pass current--over counters and in awful newspapers--in _his_ extraordinary world or country, but that I decline to take time to puzzle out here.”</|quote|>“If he didn’t make himself understood,” Lord John ... | working in him rather vehemently, though under due caution too, as a consequence of this exchange, during which he had apprehensively watched his elder. “I don’t think I quite see _how_, my dear Theign, the poor chap’s letter was so offensive.” In that case his dear Theign could tell him.<|quote|>“Because it was a tiss... | when the light smoke cleared Lady Sand-gate at least was still left standing and smiling. “Yes, why in mercy’s name can’t he choose _which?_--and why does he write him, dreadful Breckenridge, such tiresome argumentative letters?” Lord John took up her idea as with the air of something that had been working in him rathe... | Grace,” Lord Theign broke in, “tried to befool us, for his beggarly reasons, into claiming for it?” Lady Sandgate renewed her mild influence. “Ah, the knowing people haven’t had their last word--the possible Mantovano isn’t exploded _yet!_” Her noble friend, however, declined the offered spell. “I’ve had enough of the ... | damnably does.” Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse. “Ah, you did _that_, in your own grand way, before you went abroad!” “I don’t speak of the matter, my dear man, in the light of its effect on _you_,” Lord John importantly explained-- “but in the light of its effect on Bender; who ... | this remark, but his other companion’s apprehension had already overflowed. “You haven’t come back, have you--to whatever it may be!--for _trouble_ of any sort with Breckenridge?” His lordship transferred his penetration to this fair friend, “Have you become so intensely absorbed--these remarkable days!--in ‘Breckenrid... | “That that mendacious young cad who has bamboozled Grace,” Lord Theign broke in, “tried to befool us, for his beggarly reasons, into claiming for it?” Lady Sandgate renewed her mild influence. “Ah, the knowing people haven’t had their last word--the possible Mantovano isn’t exploded _yet!_” Her noble friend, however, d... | The Outcry |
“If he didn’t make himself understood,” | Lord John | time to puzzle out here.”<|quote|>“If he didn’t make himself understood,”</|quote|>Lord John took leave to | that I decline to take time to puzzle out here.”<|quote|>“If he didn’t make himself understood,”</|quote|>Lord John took leave to laugh, “it must indeed have | dear Theign, the poor chap’s letter was so offensive.” In that case his dear Theign could tell him. “Because it was a tissue of expressions that may pass current--over counters and in awful newspapers--in _his_ extraordinary world or country, but that I decline to take time to puzzle out here.”<|quote|>“If he didn’t ma... | tiresome argumentative letters?” Lord John took up her idea as with the air of something that had been working in him rather vehemently, though under due caution too, as a consequence of this exchange, during which he had apprehensively watched his elder. “I don’t think I quite see _how_, my dear Theign, the poor chap’... | possible Mantovano isn’t exploded _yet!_” Her noble friend, however, declined the offered spell. “I’ve had enough of the knowing people--the knowing people are serpents! My picture’s to take or to leave--and it’s what I’ve come back, if you please, John, to say to your man to his face.” This declaration had a report as... | of the matter, my dear man, in the light of its effect on _you_,” Lord John importantly explained-- “but in the light of its effect on Bender; who so consumedly wants the picture, if he _is_ to have it, to be a Mantovano, but seems unable to get it taken at last for anything but the fine old Moretto that of course it h... | this fair friend, “Have you become so intensely absorbed--these remarkable days!--in ‘Breckenridge’?” She felt the shadow, you would have seen, of his claimed right, or at least privilege, of search--yet easily, after an instant, emerged clear. “I’ve thought and dreamt but of _you_--suspicious man!--in proportion as th... | in growing disgust at the whole beastly complication, betrayed more and more the odd pitch of the temper that had abruptly restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action. “Well, isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?” It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made his point. “... | The Outcry |
Lord John took leave to laugh, | No speaker | he didn’t make himself understood,”<|quote|>Lord John took leave to laugh,</|quote|>“it must indeed have been | to puzzle out here.” “If he didn’t make himself understood,”<|quote|>Lord John took leave to laugh,</|quote|>“it must indeed have been an unusual production for Bender.” | was so offensive.” In that case his dear Theign could tell him. “Because it was a tissue of expressions that may pass current--over counters and in awful newspapers--in _his_ extraordinary world or country, but that I decline to take time to puzzle out here.” “If he didn’t make himself understood,”<|quote|>Lord John to... | up her idea as with the air of something that had been working in him rather vehemently, though under due caution too, as a consequence of this exchange, during which he had apprehensively watched his elder. “I don’t think I quite see _how_, my dear Theign, the poor chap’s letter was so offensive.” In that case his dea... | noble friend, however, declined the offered spell. “I’ve had enough of the knowing people--the knowing people are serpents! My picture’s to take or to leave--and it’s what I’ve come back, if you please, John, to say to your man to his face.” This declaration had a report as sharp and almost as multiplied as the success... | in the light of its effect on _you_,” Lord John importantly explained-- “but in the light of its effect on Bender; who so consumedly wants the picture, if he _is_ to have it, to be a Mantovano, but seems unable to get it taken at last for anything but the fine old Moretto that of course it has always been.” Lord Theign... | so intensely absorbed--these remarkable days!--in ‘Breckenridge’?” She felt the shadow, you would have seen, of his claimed right, or at least privilege, of search--yet easily, after an instant, emerged clear. “I’ve thought and dreamt but of _you_--suspicious man!--in proportion as the clamour has spread; and Mr. Bende... | if he _is_ to have it, to be a Mantovano, but seems unable to get it taken at last for anything but the fine old Moretto that of course it has always been.” Lord Theign, in growing disgust at the whole beastly complication, betrayed more and more the odd pitch of the temper that had abruptly restored him with such inca... | The Outcry |
“it must indeed have been an unusual production for Bender.” | Lord John | John took leave to laugh,<|quote|>“it must indeed have been an unusual production for Bender.”</|quote|>“Oh, I often, with the | didn’t make himself understood,” Lord John took leave to laugh,<|quote|>“it must indeed have been an unusual production for Bender.”</|quote|>“Oh, I often, with the wild beauty, if you will, | his dear Theign could tell him. “Because it was a tissue of expressions that may pass current--over counters and in awful newspapers--in _his_ extraordinary world or country, but that I decline to take time to puzzle out here.” “If he didn’t make himself understood,” Lord John took leave to laugh,<|quote|>“it must inde... | air of something that had been working in him rather vehemently, though under due caution too, as a consequence of this exchange, during which he had apprehensively watched his elder. “I don’t think I quite see _how_, my dear Theign, the poor chap’s letter was so offensive.” In that case his dear Theign could tell him.... | spell. “I’ve had enough of the knowing people--the knowing people are serpents! My picture’s to take or to leave--and it’s what I’ve come back, if you please, John, to say to your man to his face.” This declaration had a report as sharp and almost as multiplied as the successive cracks of a discharged revolver; yet whe... | on _you_,” Lord John importantly explained-- “but in the light of its effect on Bender; who so consumedly wants the picture, if he _is_ to have it, to be a Mantovano, but seems unable to get it taken at last for anything but the fine old Moretto that of course it has always been.” Lord Theign, in growing disgust at the... | She felt the shadow, you would have seen, of his claimed right, or at least privilege, of search--yet easily, after an instant, emerged clear. “I’ve thought and dreamt but of _you_--suspicious man!--in proportion as the clamour has spread; and Mr. Bender meanwhile, if you want to know, hasn’t been near me once!” Lord J... | reasons, into claiming for it?” Lady Sandgate renewed her mild influence. “Ah, the knowing people haven’t had their last word--the possible Mantovano isn’t exploded _yet!_” Her noble friend, however, declined the offered spell. “I’ve had enough of the knowing people--the knowing people are serpents! My picture’s to tak... | The Outcry |
“Oh, I often, with the wild beauty, if you will, of so many of his turns, haven’t a notion,” | Lady Sandgate | an unusual production for Bender.”<|quote|>“Oh, I often, with the wild beauty, if you will, of so many of his turns, haven’t a notion,”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate confessed with an | “it must indeed have been an unusual production for Bender.”<|quote|>“Oh, I often, with the wild beauty, if you will, of so many of his turns, haven’t a notion,”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate confessed with an equal gaiety, “of what he’s | tissue of expressions that may pass current--over counters and in awful newspapers--in _his_ extraordinary world or country, but that I decline to take time to puzzle out here.” “If he didn’t make himself understood,” Lord John took leave to laugh, “it must indeed have been an unusual production for Bender.”<|quote|>“O... | vehemently, though under due caution too, as a consequence of this exchange, during which he had apprehensively watched his elder. “I don’t think I quite see _how_, my dear Theign, the poor chap’s letter was so offensive.” In that case his dear Theign could tell him. “Because it was a tissue of expressions that may pas... | are serpents! My picture’s to take or to leave--and it’s what I’ve come back, if you please, John, to say to your man to his face.” This declaration had a report as sharp and almost as multiplied as the successive cracks of a discharged revolver; yet when the light smoke cleared Lady Sand-gate at least was still left s... | of its effect on Bender; who so consumedly wants the picture, if he _is_ to have it, to be a Mantovano, but seems unable to get it taken at last for anything but the fine old Moretto that of course it has always been.” Lord Theign, in growing disgust at the whole beastly complication, betrayed more and more the odd pit... | claimed right, or at least privilege, of search--yet easily, after an instant, emerged clear. “I’ve thought and dreamt but of _you_--suspicious man!--in proportion as the clamour has spread; and Mr. Bender meanwhile, if you want to know, hasn’t been near me once!” Lord John came in a manner, and however unconsciously, ... | Lord Theign, in growing disgust at the whole beastly complication, betrayed more and more the odd pitch of the temper that had abruptly restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action. “Well, isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?” It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made... | The Outcry |
Lady Sandgate confessed with an equal gaiety, | No speaker | his turns, haven’t a notion,”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate confessed with an equal gaiety,</|quote|>“of what he’s talking about.” | will, of so many of his turns, haven’t a notion,”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate confessed with an equal gaiety,</|quote|>“of what he’s talking about.” “I think I never miss | I decline to take time to puzzle out here.” “If he didn’t make himself understood,” Lord John took leave to laugh, “it must indeed have been an unusual production for Bender.” “Oh, I often, with the wild beauty, if you will, of so many of his turns, haven’t a notion,”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate confessed with an equal gaiet... | elder. “I don’t think I quite see _how_, my dear Theign, the poor chap’s letter was so offensive.” In that case his dear Theign could tell him. “Because it was a tissue of expressions that may pass current--over counters and in awful newspapers--in _his_ extraordinary world or country, but that I decline to take time t... | say to your man to his face.” This declaration had a report as sharp and almost as multiplied as the successive cracks of a discharged revolver; yet when the light smoke cleared Lady Sand-gate at least was still left standing and smiling. “Yes, why in mercy’s name can’t he choose _which?_--and why does he write him, dr... | a Mantovano, but seems unable to get it taken at last for anything but the fine old Moretto that of course it has always been.” Lord Theign, in growing disgust at the whole beastly complication, betrayed more and more the odd pitch of the temper that had abruptly restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene ... | of _you_--suspicious man!--in proportion as the clamour has spread; and Mr. Bender meanwhile, if you want to know, hasn’t been near me once!” Lord John came in a manner, and however unconsciously, to her aid. “You’d have seen, if he had been, what’s the matter with him, I think--and what perhaps Theign has seen from hi... | of the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse. “Ah, you did _that_, in your own grand way, before you went abroad!” “I don’t speak of the matter, my dear man, in the light of its effect on _you_,” Lord John importantly explained-- “but in the light of its effect on Bender; who so consumedly wants the picture, if he _i... | The Outcry |
“of what he’s talking about.” | Lady Sandgate | confessed with an equal gaiety,<|quote|>“of what he’s talking about.”</|quote|>“I think I never miss | haven’t a notion,” Lady Sandgate confessed with an equal gaiety,<|quote|>“of what he’s talking about.”</|quote|>“I think I never miss his weird sense,” her younger | out here.” “If he didn’t make himself understood,” Lord John took leave to laugh, “it must indeed have been an unusual production for Bender.” “Oh, I often, with the wild beauty, if you will, of so many of his turns, haven’t a notion,” Lady Sandgate confessed with an equal gaiety,<|quote|>“of what he’s talking about.”<... | _how_, my dear Theign, the poor chap’s letter was so offensive.” In that case his dear Theign could tell him. “Because it was a tissue of expressions that may pass current--over counters and in awful newspapers--in _his_ extraordinary world or country, but that I decline to take time to puzzle out here.” “If he didn’t ... | This declaration had a report as sharp and almost as multiplied as the successive cracks of a discharged revolver; yet when the light smoke cleared Lady Sand-gate at least was still left standing and smiling. “Yes, why in mercy’s name can’t he choose _which?_--and why does he write him, dreadful Breckenridge, such tire... | it taken at last for anything but the fine old Moretto that of course it has always been.” Lord Theign, in growing disgust at the whole beastly complication, betrayed more and more the odd pitch of the temper that had abruptly restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action. “Well, isn’t a fine old Mo... | has spread; and Mr. Bender meanwhile, if you want to know, hasn’t been near me once!” Lord John came in a manner, and however unconsciously, to her aid. “You’d have seen, if he had been, what’s the matter with him, I think--and what perhaps Theign has seen from his own letter: since,” he went on to his fellow-visitor, ... | another name for the chatter of all the fools one doesn’t know, in addition to all those (and plenty of ‘em!) one damnably does.” Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse. “Ah, you did _that_, in your own grand way, before you went abroad!” “I don’t speak of the matter, my dear man, in th... | The Outcry |
“I think I never miss his weird sense,” | Lord John | “of what he’s talking about.”<|quote|>“I think I never miss his weird sense,”</|quote|>her younger guest again loyally | confessed with an equal gaiety, “of what he’s talking about.”<|quote|>“I think I never miss his weird sense,”</|quote|>her younger guest again loyally contended-- “and in fact as | make himself understood,” Lord John took leave to laugh, “it must indeed have been an unusual production for Bender.” “Oh, I often, with the wild beauty, if you will, of so many of his turns, haven’t a notion,” Lady Sandgate confessed with an equal gaiety, “of what he’s talking about.”<|quote|>“I think I never miss his... | poor chap’s letter was so offensive.” In that case his dear Theign could tell him. “Because it was a tissue of expressions that may pass current--over counters and in awful newspapers--in _his_ extraordinary world or country, but that I decline to take time to puzzle out here.” “If he didn’t make himself understood,” L... | as sharp and almost as multiplied as the successive cracks of a discharged revolver; yet when the light smoke cleared Lady Sand-gate at least was still left standing and smiling. “Yes, why in mercy’s name can’t he choose _which?_--and why does he write him, dreadful Breckenridge, such tiresome argumentative letters?” L... | anything but the fine old Moretto that of course it has always been.” Lord Theign, in growing disgust at the whole beastly complication, betrayed more and more the odd pitch of the temper that had abruptly restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action. “Well, isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for... | meanwhile, if you want to know, hasn’t been near me once!” Lord John came in a manner, and however unconsciously, to her aid. “You’d have seen, if he had been, what’s the matter with him, I think--and what perhaps Theign has seen from his own letter: since,” he went on to his fellow-visitor, “I understood him a week ag... | odd pitch of the temper that had abruptly restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action. “Well, isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?” It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made his point. “A fine old Moretto, you know, was exactly what he declined at Dedborough--for its... | The Outcry |
her younger guest again loyally contended-- | No speaker | never miss his weird sense,”<|quote|>her younger guest again loyally contended--</|quote|>“and in fact as a | talking about.” “I think I never miss his weird sense,”<|quote|>her younger guest again loyally contended--</|quote|>“and in fact as a general thing I rather like | laugh, “it must indeed have been an unusual production for Bender.” “Oh, I often, with the wild beauty, if you will, of so many of his turns, haven’t a notion,” Lady Sandgate confessed with an equal gaiety, “of what he’s talking about.” “I think I never miss his weird sense,”<|quote|>her younger guest again loyally con... | case his dear Theign could tell him. “Because it was a tissue of expressions that may pass current--over counters and in awful newspapers--in _his_ extraordinary world or country, but that I decline to take time to puzzle out here.” “If he didn’t make himself understood,” Lord John took leave to laugh, “it must indeed ... | successive cracks of a discharged revolver; yet when the light smoke cleared Lady Sand-gate at least was still left standing and smiling. “Yes, why in mercy’s name can’t he choose _which?_--and why does he write him, dreadful Breckenridge, such tiresome argumentative letters?” Lord John took up her idea as with the air... | course it has always been.” Lord Theign, in growing disgust at the whole beastly complication, betrayed more and more the odd pitch of the temper that had abruptly restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action. “Well, isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?” It pulled up not a li... | near me once!” Lord John came in a manner, and however unconsciously, to her aid. “You’d have seen, if he had been, what’s the matter with him, I think--and what perhaps Theign has seen from his own letter: since,” he went on to his fellow-visitor, “I understood him a week ago to have been much taken up with writing yo... | for his beggarly reasons, into claiming for it?” Lady Sandgate renewed her mild influence. “Ah, the knowing people haven’t had their last word--the possible Mantovano isn’t exploded _yet!_” Her noble friend, however, declined the offered spell. “I’ve had enough of the knowing people--the knowing people are serpents! My... | The Outcry |
“and in fact as a general thing I rather like it!” | Lord John | younger guest again loyally contended--<|quote|>“and in fact as a general thing I rather like it!”</|quote|>“I happen to like nothing | miss his weird sense,” her younger guest again loyally contended--<|quote|>“and in fact as a general thing I rather like it!”</|quote|>“I happen to like nothing that I don’t enjoy,” Lord | an unusual production for Bender.” “Oh, I often, with the wild beauty, if you will, of so many of his turns, haven’t a notion,” Lady Sandgate confessed with an equal gaiety, “of what he’s talking about.” “I think I never miss his weird sense,” her younger guest again loyally contended--<|quote|>“and in fact as a genera... | him. “Because it was a tissue of expressions that may pass current--over counters and in awful newspapers--in _his_ extraordinary world or country, but that I decline to take time to puzzle out here.” “If he didn’t make himself understood,” Lord John took leave to laugh, “it must indeed have been an unusual production ... | yet when the light smoke cleared Lady Sand-gate at least was still left standing and smiling. “Yes, why in mercy’s name can’t he choose _which?_--and why does he write him, dreadful Breckenridge, such tiresome argumentative letters?” Lord John took up her idea as with the air of something that had been working in him r... | Theign, in growing disgust at the whole beastly complication, betrayed more and more the odd pitch of the temper that had abruptly restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action. “Well, isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?” It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made his ... | in a manner, and however unconsciously, to her aid. “You’d have seen, if he had been, what’s the matter with him, I think--and what perhaps Theign has seen from his own letter: since,” he went on to his fellow-visitor, “I understood him a week ago to have been much taken up with writing you.” Lord Theign received this ... | After which he quite charged at his vain informant. “Am I to tell you again that I snap my fingers at the drift of public opinion?--which is but another name for the chatter of all the fools one doesn’t know, in addition to all those (and plenty of ‘em!) one damnably does.” Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the hand, dropped... | The Outcry |
“I happen to like nothing that I don’t enjoy,” | Theign | thing I rather like it!”<|quote|>“I happen to like nothing that I don’t enjoy,”</|quote|>Lord Theign rejoined with some | in fact as a general thing I rather like it!”<|quote|>“I happen to like nothing that I don’t enjoy,”</|quote|>Lord Theign rejoined with some asperity-- “and so far as | beauty, if you will, of so many of his turns, haven’t a notion,” Lady Sandgate confessed with an equal gaiety, “of what he’s talking about.” “I think I never miss his weird sense,” her younger guest again loyally contended-- “and in fact as a general thing I rather like it!”<|quote|>“I happen to like nothing that I don... | current--over counters and in awful newspapers--in _his_ extraordinary world or country, but that I decline to take time to puzzle out here.” “If he didn’t make himself understood,” Lord John took leave to laugh, “it must indeed have been an unusual production for Bender.” “Oh, I often, with the wild beauty, if you wil... | still left standing and smiling. “Yes, why in mercy’s name can’t he choose _which?_--and why does he write him, dreadful Breckenridge, such tiresome argumentative letters?” Lord John took up her idea as with the air of something that had been working in him rather vehemently, though under due caution too, as a conseque... | and more the odd pitch of the temper that had abruptly restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action. “Well, isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?” It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made his point. “A fine old Moretto, you know, was exactly what he declined at Dedbor... | seen, if he had been, what’s the matter with him, I think--and what perhaps Theign has seen from his own letter: since,” he went on to his fellow-visitor, “I understood him a week ago to have been much taken up with writing you.” Lord Theign received this without comment, only again with an air of expertly sounding the... | too has known me so long, and he comes here to talk to me of ‘the drift of public opinion’!” After which he quite charged at his vain informant. “Am I to tell you again that I snap my fingers at the drift of public opinion?--which is but another name for the chatter of all the fools one doesn’t know, in addition to all... | The Outcry |
Lord Theign rejoined with some asperity-- | No speaker | nothing that I don’t enjoy,”<|quote|>Lord Theign rejoined with some asperity--</|quote|>“and so far as I | it!” “I happen to like nothing that I don’t enjoy,”<|quote|>Lord Theign rejoined with some asperity--</|quote|>“and so far as I do follow the fellow he | turns, haven’t a notion,” Lady Sandgate confessed with an equal gaiety, “of what he’s talking about.” “I think I never miss his weird sense,” her younger guest again loyally contended-- “and in fact as a general thing I rather like it!” “I happen to like nothing that I don’t enjoy,”<|quote|>Lord Theign rejoined with so... | or country, but that I decline to take time to puzzle out here.” “If he didn’t make himself understood,” Lord John took leave to laugh, “it must indeed have been an unusual production for Bender.” “Oh, I often, with the wild beauty, if you will, of so many of his turns, haven’t a notion,” Lady Sandgate confessed with a... | name can’t he choose _which?_--and why does he write him, dreadful Breckenridge, such tiresome argumentative letters?” Lord John took up her idea as with the air of something that had been working in him rather vehemently, though under due caution too, as a consequence of this exchange, during which he had apprehensive... | had abruptly restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action. “Well, isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?” It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made his point. “A fine old Moretto, you know, was exactly what he declined at Dedborough--for its comparative, strictly compar... | him, I think--and what perhaps Theign has seen from his own letter: since,” he went on to his fellow-visitor, “I understood him a week ago to have been much taken up with writing you.” Lord Theign received this without comment, only again with an air of expertly sounding the speaker; after which he gave himself afresh ... | to befool us, for his beggarly reasons, into claiming for it?” Lady Sandgate renewed her mild influence. “Ah, the knowing people haven’t had their last word--the possible Mantovano isn’t exploded _yet!_” Her noble friend, however, declined the offered spell. “I’ve had enough of the knowing people--the knowing people ar... | The Outcry |
“and so far as I do follow the fellow he assumes on my part an interest in his expenditure of purchase-money that I neither feel nor pretend to. He doesn’t want--by what I spell out--the picture he refused at Dedborough; he may possibly want--if one reads it so--the picture on view in Bond Street; and he yet appears to... | Theign | Theign rejoined with some asperity--<|quote|>“and so far as I do follow the fellow he assumes on my part an interest in his expenditure of purchase-money that I neither feel nor pretend to. He doesn’t want--by what I spell out--the picture he refused at Dedborough; he may possibly want--if one reads it so--the picture ... | that I don’t enjoy,” Lord Theign rejoined with some asperity--<|quote|>“and so far as I do follow the fellow he assumes on my part an interest in his expenditure of purchase-money that I neither feel nor pretend to. He doesn’t want--by what I spell out--the picture he refused at Dedborough; he may possibly want--if one... | confessed with an equal gaiety, “of what he’s talking about.” “I think I never miss his weird sense,” her younger guest again loyally contended-- “and in fact as a general thing I rather like it!” “I happen to like nothing that I don’t enjoy,” Lord Theign rejoined with some asperity--<|quote|>“and so far as I do follow... | to take time to puzzle out here.” “If he didn’t make himself understood,” Lord John took leave to laugh, “it must indeed have been an unusual production for Bender.” “Oh, I often, with the wild beauty, if you will, of so many of his turns, haven’t a notion,” Lady Sandgate confessed with an equal gaiety, “of what he’s t... | does he write him, dreadful Breckenridge, such tiresome argumentative letters?” Lord John took up her idea as with the air of something that had been working in him rather vehemently, though under due caution too, as a consequence of this exchange, during which he had apprehensively watched his elder. “I don’t think I ... | incalculable weight to the scene of action. “Well, isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?” It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made his point. “A fine old Moretto, you know, was exactly what he declined at Dedborough--for its comparative, strictly comparative, insignificance; and he only t... | has seen from his own letter: since,” he went on to his fellow-visitor, “I understood him a week ago to have been much taken up with writing you.” Lord Theign received this without comment, only again with an air of expertly sounding the speaker; after which he gave himself afresh for a moment to Lady Sandgate. “I’ve n... | rarity--” “That that mendacious young cad who has bamboozled Grace,” Lord Theign broke in, “tried to befool us, for his beggarly reasons, into claiming for it?” Lady Sandgate renewed her mild influence. “Ah, the knowing people haven’t had their last word--the possible Mantovano isn’t exploded _yet!_” Her noble friend, ... | The Outcry |
Lord John indulged in a pause--but also in a suggestion. | No speaker | myself would so prove them!”<|quote|>Lord John indulged in a pause--but also in a suggestion.</|quote|>“He must allude to your | engaged with him that I myself would so prove them!”<|quote|>Lord John indulged in a pause--but also in a suggestion.</|quote|>“He must allude to your hoping--when you allowed us to | it so--the picture on view in Bond Street; and he yet appears to make, with great emphasis, the stupid ambiguous point that these two ‘articles’ (the greatest of Morettos an ‘article’!) haven’t been ‘by now’ proved different: as if I engaged with him that I myself would so prove them!”<|quote|>Lord John indulged in a p... | rejoined with some asperity-- “and so far as I do follow the fellow he assumes on my part an interest in his expenditure of purchase-money that I neither feel nor pretend to. He doesn’t want--by what I spell out--the picture he refused at Dedborough; he may possibly want--if one reads it so--the picture on view in Bond... | but that I decline to take time to puzzle out here.” “If he didn’t make himself understood,” Lord John took leave to laugh, “it must indeed have been an unusual production for Bender.” “Oh, I often, with the wild beauty, if you will, of so many of his turns, haven’t a notion,” Lady Sandgate confessed with an equal gaie... | mild influence. “Ah, the knowing people haven’t had their last word--the possible Mantovano isn’t exploded _yet!_” Her noble friend, however, declined the offered spell. “I’ve had enough of the knowing people--the knowing people are serpents! My picture’s to take or to leave--and it’s what I’ve come back, if you please... | I was daily washed clean of by those blest waters. I returned on Mr. Bender’s letter,” he then vouchsafed to Lord John-- “three extraordinarily vulgar pages about the egregious Pap-pendick!” “About his having suddenly turned up in person, yes, and, as Breckenridge says, marked the picture down?” --the young man was cle... | don’t think I quite see _how_, my dear Theign, the poor chap’s letter was so offensive.” In that case his dear Theign could tell him. “Because it was a tissue of expressions that may pass current--over counters and in awful newspapers--in _his_ extraordinary world or country, but that I decline to take time to puzzle o... | The Outcry |
“He must allude to your hoping--when you allowed us to place the picture with Mackintosh--that it would show to all London in the most precious light conceivable.” | Lord John | pause--but also in a suggestion.<|quote|>“He must allude to your hoping--when you allowed us to place the picture with Mackintosh--that it would show to all London in the most precious light conceivable.”</|quote|>“Well, if it hasn’t so | Lord John indulged in a pause--but also in a suggestion.<|quote|>“He must allude to your hoping--when you allowed us to place the picture with Mackintosh--that it would show to all London in the most precious light conceivable.”</|quote|>“Well, if it hasn’t so shown” --and Lord Theign stared | yet appears to make, with great emphasis, the stupid ambiguous point that these two ‘articles’ (the greatest of Morettos an ‘article’!) haven’t been ‘by now’ proved different: as if I engaged with him that I myself would so prove them!” Lord John indulged in a pause--but also in a suggestion.<|quote|>“He must allude to... | follow the fellow he assumes on my part an interest in his expenditure of purchase-money that I neither feel nor pretend to. He doesn’t want--by what I spell out--the picture he refused at Dedborough; he may possibly want--if one reads it so--the picture on view in Bond Street; and he yet appears to make, with great em... | here.” “If he didn’t make himself understood,” Lord John took leave to laugh, “it must indeed have been an unusual production for Bender.” “Oh, I often, with the wild beauty, if you will, of so many of his turns, haven’t a notion,” Lady Sandgate confessed with an equal gaiety, “of what he’s talking about.” “I think I n... | word--the possible Mantovano isn’t exploded _yet!_” Her noble friend, however, declined the offered spell. “I’ve had enough of the knowing people--the knowing people are serpents! My picture’s to take or to leave--and it’s what I’ve come back, if you please, John, to say to your man to his face.” This declaration had a... | I returned on Mr. Bender’s letter,” he then vouchsafed to Lord John-- “three extraordinarily vulgar pages about the egregious Pap-pendick!” “About his having suddenly turned up in person, yes, and, as Breckenridge says, marked the picture down?” --the young man was clearly all-knowing. “That _has_ of course weighed on ... | why does he write him, dreadful Breckenridge, such tiresome argumentative letters?” Lord John took up her idea as with the air of something that had been working in him rather vehemently, though under due caution too, as a consequence of this exchange, during which he had apprehensively watched his elder. “I don’t thin... | The Outcry |
“Well, if it hasn’t so shown” | Theign | the most precious light conceivable.”<|quote|>“Well, if it hasn’t so shown”</|quote|>--and Lord Theign stared as | show to all London in the most precious light conceivable.”<|quote|>“Well, if it hasn’t so shown”</|quote|>--and Lord Theign stared as if mystified-- “what in the | as if I engaged with him that I myself would so prove them!” Lord John indulged in a pause--but also in a suggestion. “He must allude to your hoping--when you allowed us to place the picture with Mackintosh--that it would show to all London in the most precious light conceivable.”<|quote|>“Well, if it hasn’t so shown”<... | spell out--the picture he refused at Dedborough; he may possibly want--if one reads it so--the picture on view in Bond Street; and he yet appears to make, with great emphasis, the stupid ambiguous point that these two ‘articles’ (the greatest of Morettos an ‘article’!) haven’t been ‘by now’ proved different: as if I en... | the wild beauty, if you will, of so many of his turns, haven’t a notion,” Lady Sandgate confessed with an equal gaiety, “of what he’s talking about.” “I think I never miss his weird sense,” her younger guest again loyally contended-- “and in fact as a general thing I rather like it!” “I happen to like nothing that I do... | to take or to leave--and it’s what I’ve come back, if you please, John, to say to your man to his face.” This declaration had a report as sharp and almost as multiplied as the successive cracks of a discharged revolver; yet when the light smoke cleared Lady Sand-gate at least was still left standing and smiling. “Yes, ... | person, yes, and, as Breckenridge says, marked the picture down?” --the young man was clearly all-knowing. “That _has_ of course weighed on Bender--being confirmed apparently, on the whole, by the drift of public opinion.” Lord Theign took, on this, with a frank show of reaction from some of his friend’s terms, a sharp... | began to rise for the enormous rarity--” “That that mendacious young cad who has bamboozled Grace,” Lord Theign broke in, “tried to befool us, for his beggarly reasons, into claiming for it?” Lady Sandgate renewed her mild influence. “Ah, the knowing people haven’t had their last word--the possible Mantovano isn’t expl... | The Outcry |
--and Lord Theign stared as if mystified-- | No speaker | if it hasn’t so shown”<|quote|>--and Lord Theign stared as if mystified--</|quote|>“what in the world’s the | most precious light conceivable.” “Well, if it hasn’t so shown”<|quote|>--and Lord Theign stared as if mystified--</|quote|>“what in the world’s the meaning of this preposterous racket?” | that I myself would so prove them!” Lord John indulged in a pause--but also in a suggestion. “He must allude to your hoping--when you allowed us to place the picture with Mackintosh--that it would show to all London in the most precious light conceivable.” “Well, if it hasn’t so shown”<|quote|>--and Lord Theign stared ... | Dedborough; he may possibly want--if one reads it so--the picture on view in Bond Street; and he yet appears to make, with great emphasis, the stupid ambiguous point that these two ‘articles’ (the greatest of Morettos an ‘article’!) haven’t been ‘by now’ proved different: as if I engaged with him that I myself would so... | of so many of his turns, haven’t a notion,” Lady Sandgate confessed with an equal gaiety, “of what he’s talking about.” “I think I never miss his weird sense,” her younger guest again loyally contended-- “and in fact as a general thing I rather like it!” “I happen to like nothing that I don’t enjoy,” Lord Theign rejoin... | what I’ve come back, if you please, John, to say to your man to his face.” This declaration had a report as sharp and almost as multiplied as the successive cracks of a discharged revolver; yet when the light smoke cleared Lady Sand-gate at least was still left standing and smiling. “Yes, why in mercy’s name can’t he c... | marked the picture down?” --the young man was clearly all-knowing. “That _has_ of course weighed on Bender--being confirmed apparently, on the whole, by the drift of public opinion.” Lord Theign took, on this, with a frank show of reaction from some of his friend’s terms, a sharp turn off; he even ironically indicated ... | him?” It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made his point. “A fine old Moretto, you know, was exactly what he declined at Dedborough--for its comparative, strictly comparative, insignificance; and he only thought of the picture when the wind began to rise for the enormous rarity--” “That that mendacious young c... | The Outcry |
“what in the world’s the meaning of this preposterous racket?” | Theign | Theign stared as if mystified--<|quote|>“what in the world’s the meaning of this preposterous racket?”</|quote|>“The racket is largely,” his | hasn’t so shown” --and Lord Theign stared as if mystified--<|quote|>“what in the world’s the meaning of this preposterous racket?”</|quote|>“The racket is largely,” his young friend explained, “the vociferation | Lord John indulged in a pause--but also in a suggestion. “He must allude to your hoping--when you allowed us to place the picture with Mackintosh--that it would show to all London in the most precious light conceivable.” “Well, if it hasn’t so shown” --and Lord Theign stared as if mystified--<|quote|>“what in the world... | it so--the picture on view in Bond Street; and he yet appears to make, with great emphasis, the stupid ambiguous point that these two ‘articles’ (the greatest of Morettos an ‘article’!) haven’t been ‘by now’ proved different: as if I engaged with him that I myself would so prove them!” Lord John indulged in a pause--bu... | a notion,” Lady Sandgate confessed with an equal gaiety, “of what he’s talking about.” “I think I never miss his weird sense,” her younger guest again loyally contended-- “and in fact as a general thing I rather like it!” “I happen to like nothing that I don’t enjoy,” Lord Theign rejoined with some asperity-- “and so f... | John, to say to your man to his face.” This declaration had a report as sharp and almost as multiplied as the successive cracks of a discharged revolver; yet when the light smoke cleared Lady Sand-gate at least was still left standing and smiling. “Yes, why in mercy’s name can’t he choose _which?_--and why does he writ... | was clearly all-knowing. “That _has_ of course weighed on Bender--being confirmed apparently, on the whole, by the drift of public opinion.” Lord Theign took, on this, with a frank show of reaction from some of his friend’s terms, a sharp turn off; he even ironically indicated the babbler or at least the blunderer in q... | that may pass current--over counters and in awful newspapers--in _his_ extraordinary world or country, but that I decline to take time to puzzle out here.” “If he didn’t make himself understood,” Lord John took leave to laugh, “it must indeed have been an unusual production for Bender.” “Oh, I often, with the wild beau... | The Outcry |
“The racket is largely,” | Lord John | meaning of this preposterous racket?”<|quote|>“The racket is largely,”</|quote|>his young friend explained, “the | “what in the world’s the meaning of this preposterous racket?”<|quote|>“The racket is largely,”</|quote|>his young friend explained, “the vociferation of the people who | “He must allude to your hoping--when you allowed us to place the picture with Mackintosh--that it would show to all London in the most precious light conceivable.” “Well, if it hasn’t so shown” --and Lord Theign stared as if mystified-- “what in the world’s the meaning of this preposterous racket?”<|quote|>“The racket ... | yet appears to make, with great emphasis, the stupid ambiguous point that these two ‘articles’ (the greatest of Morettos an ‘article’!) haven’t been ‘by now’ proved different: as if I engaged with him that I myself would so prove them!” Lord John indulged in a pause--but also in a suggestion. “He must allude to your ho... | what he’s talking about.” “I think I never miss his weird sense,” her younger guest again loyally contended-- “and in fact as a general thing I rather like it!” “I happen to like nothing that I don’t enjoy,” Lord Theign rejoined with some asperity-- “and so far as I do follow the fellow he assumes on my part an interes... | declaration had a report as sharp and almost as multiplied as the successive cracks of a discharged revolver; yet when the light smoke cleared Lady Sand-gate at least was still left standing and smiling. “Yes, why in mercy’s name can’t he choose _which?_--and why does he write him, dreadful Breckenridge, such tiresome ... | confirmed apparently, on the whole, by the drift of public opinion.” Lord Theign took, on this, with a frank show of reaction from some of his friend’s terms, a sharp turn off; he even ironically indicated the babbler or at least the blunderer in question to Lady Sandgate. “He too has known me so long, and he comes her... | its comparative, strictly comparative, insignificance; and he only thought of the picture when the wind began to rise for the enormous rarity--” “That that mendacious young cad who has bamboozled Grace,” Lord Theign broke in, “tried to befool us, for his beggarly reasons, into claiming for it?” Lady Sandgate renewed he... | The Outcry |
his young friend explained, | No speaker | racket?” “The racket is largely,”<|quote|>his young friend explained,</|quote|>“the vociferation of the people | the meaning of this preposterous racket?” “The racket is largely,”<|quote|>his young friend explained,</|quote|>“the vociferation of the people who contradict each other about | your hoping--when you allowed us to place the picture with Mackintosh--that it would show to all London in the most precious light conceivable.” “Well, if it hasn’t so shown” --and Lord Theign stared as if mystified-- “what in the world’s the meaning of this preposterous racket?” “The racket is largely,”<|quote|>his yo... | with great emphasis, the stupid ambiguous point that these two ‘articles’ (the greatest of Morettos an ‘article’!) haven’t been ‘by now’ proved different: as if I engaged with him that I myself would so prove them!” Lord John indulged in a pause--but also in a suggestion. “He must allude to your hoping--when you allowe... | “I think I never miss his weird sense,” her younger guest again loyally contended-- “and in fact as a general thing I rather like it!” “I happen to like nothing that I don’t enjoy,” Lord Theign rejoined with some asperity-- “and so far as I do follow the fellow he assumes on my part an interest in his expenditure of pu... | as sharp and almost as multiplied as the successive cracks of a discharged revolver; yet when the light smoke cleared Lady Sand-gate at least was still left standing and smiling. “Yes, why in mercy’s name can’t he choose _which?_--and why does he write him, dreadful Breckenridge, such tiresome argumentative letters?” L... | whole, by the drift of public opinion.” Lord Theign took, on this, with a frank show of reaction from some of his friend’s terms, a sharp turn off; he even ironically indicated the babbler or at least the blunderer in question to Lady Sandgate. “He too has known me so long, and he comes here to talk to me of ‘the drift... | cad who has bamboozled Grace,” Lord Theign broke in, “tried to befool us, for his beggarly reasons, into claiming for it?” Lady Sandgate renewed her mild influence. “Ah, the knowing people haven’t had their last word--the possible Mantovano isn’t exploded _yet!_” Her noble friend, however, declined the offered spell. “... | The Outcry |
“the vociferation of the people who contradict each other about it.” | Lord John | largely,” his young friend explained,<|quote|>“the vociferation of the people who contradict each other about it.”</|quote|>On which their hostess sought | preposterous racket?” “The racket is largely,” his young friend explained,<|quote|>“the vociferation of the people who contradict each other about it.”</|quote|>On which their hostess sought to enliven the gravity of | us to place the picture with Mackintosh--that it would show to all London in the most precious light conceivable.” “Well, if it hasn’t so shown” --and Lord Theign stared as if mystified-- “what in the world’s the meaning of this preposterous racket?” “The racket is largely,” his young friend explained,<|quote|>“the voc... | stupid ambiguous point that these two ‘articles’ (the greatest of Morettos an ‘article’!) haven’t been ‘by now’ proved different: as if I engaged with him that I myself would so prove them!” Lord John indulged in a pause--but also in a suggestion. “He must allude to your hoping--when you allowed us to place the picture... | miss his weird sense,” her younger guest again loyally contended-- “and in fact as a general thing I rather like it!” “I happen to like nothing that I don’t enjoy,” Lord Theign rejoined with some asperity-- “and so far as I do follow the fellow he assumes on my part an interest in his expenditure of purchase-money that... | as multiplied as the successive cracks of a discharged revolver; yet when the light smoke cleared Lady Sand-gate at least was still left standing and smiling. “Yes, why in mercy’s name can’t he choose _which?_--and why does he write him, dreadful Breckenridge, such tiresome argumentative letters?” Lord John took up her... | of public opinion.” Lord Theign took, on this, with a frank show of reaction from some of his friend’s terms, a sharp turn off; he even ironically indicated the babbler or at least the blunderer in question to Lady Sandgate. “He too has known me so long, and he comes here to talk to me of ‘the drift of public opinion’!... | her mild influence. “Ah, the knowing people haven’t had their last word--the possible Mantovano isn’t exploded _yet!_” Her noble friend, however, declined the offered spell. “I’ve had enough of the knowing people--the knowing people are serpents! My picture’s to take or to leave--and it’s what I’ve come back, if you pl... | The Outcry |
On which their hostess sought to enliven the gravity of the question. | No speaker | contradict each other about it.”<|quote|>On which their hostess sought to enliven the gravity of the question.</|quote|>“Some--yes--shouting on the housetops that’s | vociferation of the people who contradict each other about it.”<|quote|>On which their hostess sought to enliven the gravity of the question.</|quote|>“Some--yes--shouting on the housetops that’s a Mantovano of the Mantovanos, | all London in the most precious light conceivable.” “Well, if it hasn’t so shown” --and Lord Theign stared as if mystified-- “what in the world’s the meaning of this preposterous racket?” “The racket is largely,” his young friend explained, “the vociferation of the people who contradict each other about it.”<|quote|>On... | an ‘article’!) haven’t been ‘by now’ proved different: as if I engaged with him that I myself would so prove them!” Lord John indulged in a pause--but also in a suggestion. “He must allude to your hoping--when you allowed us to place the picture with Mackintosh--that it would show to all London in the most precious lig... | in fact as a general thing I rather like it!” “I happen to like nothing that I don’t enjoy,” Lord Theign rejoined with some asperity-- “and so far as I do follow the fellow he assumes on my part an interest in his expenditure of purchase-money that I neither feel nor pretend to. He doesn’t want--by what I spell out--th... | when the light smoke cleared Lady Sand-gate at least was still left standing and smiling. “Yes, why in mercy’s name can’t he choose _which?_--and why does he write him, dreadful Breckenridge, such tiresome argumentative letters?” Lord John took up her idea as with the air of something that had been working in him rathe... | show of reaction from some of his friend’s terms, a sharp turn off; he even ironically indicated the babbler or at least the blunderer in question to Lady Sandgate. “He too has known me so long, and he comes here to talk to me of ‘the drift of public opinion’!” After which he quite charged at his vain informant. “Am I ... | him, dreadful Breckenridge, such tiresome argumentative letters?” Lord John took up her idea as with the air of something that had been working in him rather vehemently, though under due caution too, as a consequence of this exchange, during which he had apprehensively watched his elder. “I don’t think I quite see _how... | The Outcry |
“Some--yes--shouting on the housetops that’s a Mantovano of the Mantovanos, and others shrieking back at them that they’re donkeys if not criminals.” | Lady Sandgate | the gravity of the question.<|quote|>“Some--yes--shouting on the housetops that’s a Mantovano of the Mantovanos, and others shrieking back at them that they’re donkeys if not criminals.”</|quote|>“He may take it for | their hostess sought to enliven the gravity of the question.<|quote|>“Some--yes--shouting on the housetops that’s a Mantovano of the Mantovanos, and others shrieking back at them that they’re donkeys if not criminals.”</|quote|>“He may take it for whatever he likes,” said Lord | so shown” --and Lord Theign stared as if mystified-- “what in the world’s the meaning of this preposterous racket?” “The racket is largely,” his young friend explained, “the vociferation of the people who contradict each other about it.” On which their hostess sought to enliven the gravity of the question.<|quote|>“Som... | with him that I myself would so prove them!” Lord John indulged in a pause--but also in a suggestion. “He must allude to your hoping--when you allowed us to place the picture with Mackintosh--that it would show to all London in the most precious light conceivable.” “Well, if it hasn’t so shown” --and Lord Theign stared... | to like nothing that I don’t enjoy,” Lord Theign rejoined with some asperity-- “and so far as I do follow the fellow he assumes on my part an interest in his expenditure of purchase-money that I neither feel nor pretend to. He doesn’t want--by what I spell out--the picture he refused at Dedborough; he may possibly want... | standing and smiling. “Yes, why in mercy’s name can’t he choose _which?_--and why does he write him, dreadful Breckenridge, such tiresome argumentative letters?” Lord John took up her idea as with the air of something that had been working in him rather vehemently, though under due caution too, as a consequence of this... | off; he even ironically indicated the babbler or at least the blunderer in question to Lady Sandgate. “He too has known me so long, and he comes here to talk to me of ‘the drift of public opinion’!” After which he quite charged at his vain informant. “Am I to tell you again that I snap my fingers at the drift of public... | haven’t a notion,” Lady Sandgate confessed with an equal gaiety, “of what he’s talking about.” “I think I never miss his weird sense,” her younger guest again loyally contended-- “and in fact as a general thing I rather like it!” “I happen to like nothing that I don’t enjoy,” Lord Theign rejoined with some asperity-- “... | The Outcry |
“He may take it for whatever he likes,” | Theign | they’re donkeys if not criminals.”<|quote|>“He may take it for whatever he likes,”</|quote|>said Lord Theign, heedless of | shrieking back at them that they’re donkeys if not criminals.”<|quote|>“He may take it for whatever he likes,”</|quote|>said Lord Theign, heedless of these contributions, “he may father | largely,” his young friend explained, “the vociferation of the people who contradict each other about it.” On which their hostess sought to enliven the gravity of the question. “Some--yes--shouting on the housetops that’s a Mantovano of the Mantovanos, and others shrieking back at them that they’re donkeys if not crimi... | to your hoping--when you allowed us to place the picture with Mackintosh--that it would show to all London in the most precious light conceivable.” “Well, if it hasn’t so shown” --and Lord Theign stared as if mystified-- “what in the world’s the meaning of this preposterous racket?” “The racket is largely,” his young f... | he assumes on my part an interest in his expenditure of purchase-money that I neither feel nor pretend to. He doesn’t want--by what I spell out--the picture he refused at Dedborough; he may possibly want--if one reads it so--the picture on view in Bond Street; and he yet appears to make, with great emphasis, the stupid... | letters?” Lord John took up her idea as with the air of something that had been working in him rather vehemently, though under due caution too, as a consequence of this exchange, during which he had apprehensively watched his elder. “I don’t think I quite see _how_, my dear Theign, the poor chap’s letter was so offensi... | so long, and he comes here to talk to me of ‘the drift of public opinion’!” After which he quite charged at his vain informant. “Am I to tell you again that I snap my fingers at the drift of public opinion?--which is but another name for the chatter of all the fools one doesn’t know, in addition to all those (and plent... | with the air of something that had been working in him rather vehemently, though under due caution too, as a consequence of this exchange, during which he had apprehensively watched his elder. “I don’t think I quite see _how_, my dear Theign, the poor chap’s letter was so offensive.” In that case his dear Theign could ... | The Outcry |
said Lord Theign, heedless of these contributions, | No speaker | it for whatever he likes,”<|quote|>said Lord Theign, heedless of these contributions,</|quote|>“he may father it on | not criminals.” “He may take it for whatever he likes,”<|quote|>said Lord Theign, heedless of these contributions,</|quote|>“he may father it on Michael Angelo himself if he’ll | the people who contradict each other about it.” On which their hostess sought to enliven the gravity of the question. “Some--yes--shouting on the housetops that’s a Mantovano of the Mantovanos, and others shrieking back at them that they’re donkeys if not criminals.” “He may take it for whatever he likes,”<|quote|>said... | the picture with Mackintosh--that it would show to all London in the most precious light conceivable.” “Well, if it hasn’t so shown” --and Lord Theign stared as if mystified-- “what in the world’s the meaning of this preposterous racket?” “The racket is largely,” his young friend explained, “the vociferation of the peo... | his expenditure of purchase-money that I neither feel nor pretend to. He doesn’t want--by what I spell out--the picture he refused at Dedborough; he may possibly want--if one reads it so--the picture on view in Bond Street; and he yet appears to make, with great emphasis, the stupid ambiguous point that these two ‘arti... | with the air of something that had been working in him rather vehemently, though under due caution too, as a consequence of this exchange, during which he had apprehensively watched his elder. “I don’t think I quite see _how_, my dear Theign, the poor chap’s letter was so offensive.” In that case his dear Theign could ... | to me of ‘the drift of public opinion’!” After which he quite charged at his vain informant. “Am I to tell you again that I snap my fingers at the drift of public opinion?--which is but another name for the chatter of all the fools one doesn’t know, in addition to all those (and plenty of ‘em!) one damnably does.” Lady... | Lady Sandgate confessed with an equal gaiety, “of what he’s talking about.” “I think I never miss his weird sense,” her younger guest again loyally contended-- “and in fact as a general thing I rather like it!” “I happen to like nothing that I don’t enjoy,” Lord Theign rejoined with some asperity-- “and so far as I do ... | The Outcry |
“he may father it on Michael Angelo himself if he’ll but clear out with it and let me alone!” | Theign | Theign, heedless of these contributions,<|quote|>“he may father it on Michael Angelo himself if he’ll but clear out with it and let me alone!”</|quote|>“What he’d _like_ to take | whatever he likes,” said Lord Theign, heedless of these contributions,<|quote|>“he may father it on Michael Angelo himself if he’ll but clear out with it and let me alone!”</|quote|>“What he’d _like_ to take it for,” Lord John at | it.” On which their hostess sought to enliven the gravity of the question. “Some--yes--shouting on the housetops that’s a Mantovano of the Mantovanos, and others shrieking back at them that they’re donkeys if not criminals.” “He may take it for whatever he likes,” said Lord Theign, heedless of these contributions,<|quo... | to all London in the most precious light conceivable.” “Well, if it hasn’t so shown” --and Lord Theign stared as if mystified-- “what in the world’s the meaning of this preposterous racket?” “The racket is largely,” his young friend explained, “the vociferation of the people who contradict each other about it.” On whic... | feel nor pretend to. He doesn’t want--by what I spell out--the picture he refused at Dedborough; he may possibly want--if one reads it so--the picture on view in Bond Street; and he yet appears to make, with great emphasis, the stupid ambiguous point that these two ‘articles’ (the greatest of Morettos an ‘article’!) ha... | been working in him rather vehemently, though under due caution too, as a consequence of this exchange, during which he had apprehensively watched his elder. “I don’t think I quite see _how_, my dear Theign, the poor chap’s letter was so offensive.” In that case his dear Theign could tell him. “Because it was a tissue ... | opinion’!” After which he quite charged at his vain informant. “Am I to tell you again that I snap my fingers at the drift of public opinion?--which is but another name for the chatter of all the fools one doesn’t know, in addition to all those (and plenty of ‘em!) one damnably does.” Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the ha... | enough of the knowing people--the knowing people are serpents! My picture’s to take or to leave--and it’s what I’ve come back, if you please, John, to say to your man to his face.” This declaration had a report as sharp and almost as multiplied as the successive cracks of a discharged revolver; yet when the light smoke... | The Outcry |
“What he’d _like_ to take it for,” | Lord John | it and let me alone!”<|quote|>“What he’d _like_ to take it for,”</|quote|>Lord John at this point | he’ll but clear out with it and let me alone!”<|quote|>“What he’d _like_ to take it for,”</|quote|>Lord John at this point saw his way to remark, | Mantovano of the Mantovanos, and others shrieking back at them that they’re donkeys if not criminals.” “He may take it for whatever he likes,” said Lord Theign, heedless of these contributions, “he may father it on Michael Angelo himself if he’ll but clear out with it and let me alone!”<|quote|>“What he’d _like_ to tak... | as if mystified-- “what in the world’s the meaning of this preposterous racket?” “The racket is largely,” his young friend explained, “the vociferation of the people who contradict each other about it.” On which their hostess sought to enliven the gravity of the question. “Some--yes--shouting on the housetops that’s a ... | want--if one reads it so--the picture on view in Bond Street; and he yet appears to make, with great emphasis, the stupid ambiguous point that these two ‘articles’ (the greatest of Morettos an ‘article’!) haven’t been ‘by now’ proved different: as if I engaged with him that I myself would so prove them!” Lord John indu... | he had apprehensively watched his elder. “I don’t think I quite see _how_, my dear Theign, the poor chap’s letter was so offensive.” In that case his dear Theign could tell him. “Because it was a tissue of expressions that may pass current--over counters and in awful newspapers--in _his_ extraordinary world or country,... | my fingers at the drift of public opinion?--which is but another name for the chatter of all the fools one doesn’t know, in addition to all those (and plenty of ‘em!) one damnably does.” Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse. “Ah, you did _that_, in your own grand way, before you went ... | if you please, John, to say to your man to his face.” This declaration had a report as sharp and almost as multiplied as the successive cracks of a discharged revolver; yet when the light smoke cleared Lady Sand-gate at least was still left standing and smiling. “Yes, why in mercy’s name can’t he choose _which?_--and w... | The Outcry |
Lord John at this point saw his way to remark, | No speaker | _like_ to take it for,”<|quote|>Lord John at this point saw his way to remark,</|quote|>“is something in the nature | let me alone!” “What he’d _like_ to take it for,”<|quote|>Lord John at this point saw his way to remark,</|quote|>“is something in the nature of a Hundred Thousand.” “A | back at them that they’re donkeys if not criminals.” “He may take it for whatever he likes,” said Lord Theign, heedless of these contributions, “he may father it on Michael Angelo himself if he’ll but clear out with it and let me alone!” “What he’d _like_ to take it for,”<|quote|>Lord John at this point saw his way to ... | the meaning of this preposterous racket?” “The racket is largely,” his young friend explained, “the vociferation of the people who contradict each other about it.” On which their hostess sought to enliven the gravity of the question. “Some--yes--shouting on the housetops that’s a Mantovano of the Mantovanos, and others... | view in Bond Street; and he yet appears to make, with great emphasis, the stupid ambiguous point that these two ‘articles’ (the greatest of Morettos an ‘article’!) haven’t been ‘by now’ proved different: as if I engaged with him that I myself would so prove them!” Lord John indulged in a pause--but also in a suggestion... | don’t think I quite see _how_, my dear Theign, the poor chap’s letter was so offensive.” In that case his dear Theign could tell him. “Because it was a tissue of expressions that may pass current--over counters and in awful newspapers--in _his_ extraordinary world or country, but that I decline to take time to puzzle o... | opinion?--which is but another name for the chatter of all the fools one doesn’t know, in addition to all those (and plenty of ‘em!) one damnably does.” Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse. “Ah, you did _that_, in your own grand way, before you went abroad!” “I don’t speak of the mat... | to take time to puzzle out here.” “If he didn’t make himself understood,” Lord John took leave to laugh, “it must indeed have been an unusual production for Bender.” “Oh, I often, with the wild beauty, if you will, of so many of his turns, haven’t a notion,” Lady Sandgate confessed with an equal gaiety, “of what he’s t... | The Outcry |
“is something in the nature of a Hundred Thousand.” | Lord John | saw his way to remark,<|quote|>“is something in the nature of a Hundred Thousand.”</|quote|>“A Hundred Thousand?” cried his | Lord John at this point saw his way to remark,<|quote|>“is something in the nature of a Hundred Thousand.”</|quote|>“A Hundred Thousand?” cried his astonished friend. “Quite, I dare | may take it for whatever he likes,” said Lord Theign, heedless of these contributions, “he may father it on Michael Angelo himself if he’ll but clear out with it and let me alone!” “What he’d _like_ to take it for,” Lord John at this point saw his way to remark,<|quote|>“is something in the nature of a Hundred Thousand... | his young friend explained, “the vociferation of the people who contradict each other about it.” On which their hostess sought to enliven the gravity of the question. “Some--yes--shouting on the housetops that’s a Mantovano of the Mantovanos, and others shrieking back at them that they’re donkeys if not criminals.” “He... | with great emphasis, the stupid ambiguous point that these two ‘articles’ (the greatest of Morettos an ‘article’!) haven’t been ‘by now’ proved different: as if I engaged with him that I myself would so prove them!” Lord John indulged in a pause--but also in a suggestion. “He must allude to your hoping--when you allowe... | poor chap’s letter was so offensive.” In that case his dear Theign could tell him. “Because it was a tissue of expressions that may pass current--over counters and in awful newspapers--in _his_ extraordinary world or country, but that I decline to take time to puzzle out here.” “If he didn’t make himself understood,” L... | the fools one doesn’t know, in addition to all those (and plenty of ‘em!) one damnably does.” Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse. “Ah, you did _that_, in your own grand way, before you went abroad!” “I don’t speak of the matter, my dear man, in the light of its effect on _you_,” Lor... | make himself understood,” Lord John took leave to laugh, “it must indeed have been an unusual production for Bender.” “Oh, I often, with the wild beauty, if you will, of so many of his turns, haven’t a notion,” Lady Sandgate confessed with an equal gaiety, “of what he’s talking about.” “I think I never miss his weird s... | The Outcry |
“A Hundred Thousand?” | Theign | nature of a Hundred Thousand.”<|quote|>“A Hundred Thousand?”</|quote|>cried his astonished friend. “Quite, | remark, “is something in the nature of a Hundred Thousand.”<|quote|>“A Hundred Thousand?”</|quote|>cried his astonished friend. “Quite, I dare say, a Hundred | Theign, heedless of these contributions, “he may father it on Michael Angelo himself if he’ll but clear out with it and let me alone!” “What he’d _like_ to take it for,” Lord John at this point saw his way to remark, “is something in the nature of a Hundred Thousand.”<|quote|>“A Hundred Thousand?”</|quote|>cried his as... | who contradict each other about it.” On which their hostess sought to enliven the gravity of the question. “Some--yes--shouting on the housetops that’s a Mantovano of the Mantovanos, and others shrieking back at them that they’re donkeys if not criminals.” “He may take it for whatever he likes,” said Lord Theign, heedl... | two ‘articles’ (the greatest of Morettos an ‘article’!) haven’t been ‘by now’ proved different: as if I engaged with him that I myself would so prove them!” Lord John indulged in a pause--but also in a suggestion. “He must allude to your hoping--when you allowed us to place the picture with Mackintosh--that it would sh... | his dear Theign could tell him. “Because it was a tissue of expressions that may pass current--over counters and in awful newspapers--in _his_ extraordinary world or country, but that I decline to take time to puzzle out here.” “If he didn’t make himself understood,” Lord John took leave to laugh, “it must indeed have ... | those (and plenty of ‘em!) one damnably does.” Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse. “Ah, you did _that_, in your own grand way, before you went abroad!” “I don’t speak of the matter, my dear man, in the light of its effect on _you_,” Lord John importantly explained-- “but in the ligh... | yet when the light smoke cleared Lady Sand-gate at least was still left standing and smiling. “Yes, why in mercy’s name can’t he choose _which?_--and why does he write him, dreadful Breckenridge, such tiresome argumentative letters?” Lord John took up her idea as with the air of something that had been working in him r... | The Outcry |
cried his astonished friend. | No speaker | Hundred Thousand.” “A Hundred Thousand?”<|quote|>cried his astonished friend.</|quote|>“Quite, I dare say, a | in the nature of a Hundred Thousand.” “A Hundred Thousand?”<|quote|>cried his astonished friend.</|quote|>“Quite, I dare say, a Hundred Thousand” --the young man | these contributions, “he may father it on Michael Angelo himself if he’ll but clear out with it and let me alone!” “What he’d _like_ to take it for,” Lord John at this point saw his way to remark, “is something in the nature of a Hundred Thousand.” “A Hundred Thousand?”<|quote|>cried his astonished friend.</|quote|>“Qu... | other about it.” On which their hostess sought to enliven the gravity of the question. “Some--yes--shouting on the housetops that’s a Mantovano of the Mantovanos, and others shrieking back at them that they’re donkeys if not criminals.” “He may take it for whatever he likes,” said Lord Theign, heedless of these contrib... | greatest of Morettos an ‘article’!) haven’t been ‘by now’ proved different: as if I engaged with him that I myself would so prove them!” Lord John indulged in a pause--but also in a suggestion. “He must allude to your hoping--when you allowed us to place the picture with Mackintosh--that it would show to all London in ... | could tell him. “Because it was a tissue of expressions that may pass current--over counters and in awful newspapers--in _his_ extraordinary world or country, but that I decline to take time to puzzle out here.” “If he didn’t make himself understood,” Lord John took leave to laugh, “it must indeed have been an unusual ... | of ‘em!) one damnably does.” Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse. “Ah, you did _that_, in your own grand way, before you went abroad!” “I don’t speak of the matter, my dear man, in the light of its effect on _you_,” Lord John importantly explained-- “but in the light of its effect on... | does he write him, dreadful Breckenridge, such tiresome argumentative letters?” Lord John took up her idea as with the air of something that had been working in him rather vehemently, though under due caution too, as a consequence of this exchange, during which he had apprehensively watched his elder. “I don’t think I ... | The Outcry |
“Quite, I dare say, a Hundred Thousand” | Lord John | Thousand?” cried his astonished friend.<|quote|>“Quite, I dare say, a Hundred Thousand”</|quote|>--the young man enjoyed clearly | a Hundred Thousand.” “A Hundred Thousand?” cried his astonished friend.<|quote|>“Quite, I dare say, a Hundred Thousand”</|quote|>--the young man enjoyed clearly handling even by the lips | father it on Michael Angelo himself if he’ll but clear out with it and let me alone!” “What he’d _like_ to take it for,” Lord John at this point saw his way to remark, “is something in the nature of a Hundred Thousand.” “A Hundred Thousand?” cried his astonished friend.<|quote|>“Quite, I dare say, a Hundred Thousand”</... | which their hostess sought to enliven the gravity of the question. “Some--yes--shouting on the housetops that’s a Mantovano of the Mantovanos, and others shrieking back at them that they’re donkeys if not criminals.” “He may take it for whatever he likes,” said Lord Theign, heedless of these contributions, “he may fath... | ‘article’!) haven’t been ‘by now’ proved different: as if I engaged with him that I myself would so prove them!” Lord John indulged in a pause--but also in a suggestion. “He must allude to your hoping--when you allowed us to place the picture with Mackintosh--that it would show to all London in the most precious light ... | it was a tissue of expressions that may pass current--over counters and in awful newspapers--in _his_ extraordinary world or country, but that I decline to take time to puzzle out here.” “If he didn’t make himself understood,” Lord John took leave to laugh, “it must indeed have been an unusual production for Bender.” “... | does.” Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse. “Ah, you did _that_, in your own grand way, before you went abroad!” “I don’t speak of the matter, my dear man, in the light of its effect on _you_,” Lord John importantly explained-- “but in the light of its effect on Bender; who so consum... | her younger guest again loyally contended-- “and in fact as a general thing I rather like it!” “I happen to like nothing that I don’t enjoy,” Lord Theign rejoined with some asperity-- “and so far as I do follow the fellow he assumes on my part an interest in his expenditure of purchase-money that I neither feel nor pre... | The Outcry |
--the young man enjoyed clearly handling even by the lips so round a sum. Lady Sandgate disclaimed however with agility any appearance of having gaped. | No speaker | dare say, a Hundred Thousand”<|quote|>--the young man enjoyed clearly handling even by the lips so round a sum. Lady Sandgate disclaimed however with agility any appearance of having gaped.</|quote|>“Why, haven’t you yet realised, | his astonished friend. “Quite, I dare say, a Hundred Thousand”<|quote|>--the young man enjoyed clearly handling even by the lips so round a sum. Lady Sandgate disclaimed however with agility any appearance of having gaped.</|quote|>“Why, haven’t you yet realised, Theign, that those are the | he’ll but clear out with it and let me alone!” “What he’d _like_ to take it for,” Lord John at this point saw his way to remark, “is something in the nature of a Hundred Thousand.” “A Hundred Thousand?” cried his astonished friend. “Quite, I dare say, a Hundred Thousand”<|quote|>--the young man enjoyed clearly handling... | gravity of the question. “Some--yes--shouting on the housetops that’s a Mantovano of the Mantovanos, and others shrieking back at them that they’re donkeys if not criminals.” “He may take it for whatever he likes,” said Lord Theign, heedless of these contributions, “he may father it on Michael Angelo himself if he’ll b... | as if I engaged with him that I myself would so prove them!” Lord John indulged in a pause--but also in a suggestion. “He must allude to your hoping--when you allowed us to place the picture with Mackintosh--that it would show to all London in the most precious light conceivable.” “Well, if it hasn’t so shown” --and Lo... | may pass current--over counters and in awful newspapers--in _his_ extraordinary world or country, but that I decline to take time to puzzle out here.” “If he didn’t make himself understood,” Lord John took leave to laugh, “it must indeed have been an unusual production for Bender.” “Oh, I often, with the wild beauty, i... | the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse. “Ah, you did _that_, in your own grand way, before you went abroad!” “I don’t speak of the matter, my dear man, in the light of its effect on _you_,” Lord John importantly explained-- “but in the light of its effect on Bender; who so consumedly wants the picture, if he _is_ ... | say to your man to his face.” This declaration had a report as sharp and almost as multiplied as the successive cracks of a discharged revolver; yet when the light smoke cleared Lady Sand-gate at least was still left standing and smiling. “Yes, why in mercy’s name can’t he choose _which?_--and why does he write him, dr... | The Outcry |
“Why, haven’t you yet realised, Theign, that those are the American figures?” | Theign | any appearance of having gaped.<|quote|>“Why, haven’t you yet realised, Theign, that those are the American figures?”</|quote|>His lordship looked at her | Sandgate disclaimed however with agility any appearance of having gaped.<|quote|>“Why, haven’t you yet realised, Theign, that those are the American figures?”</|quote|>His lordship looked at her fixedly and then did the | to remark, “is something in the nature of a Hundred Thousand.” “A Hundred Thousand?” cried his astonished friend. “Quite, I dare say, a Hundred Thousand” --the young man enjoyed clearly handling even by the lips so round a sum. Lady Sandgate disclaimed however with agility any appearance of having gaped.<|quote|>“Why,... | criminals.” “He may take it for whatever he likes,” said Lord Theign, heedless of these contributions, “he may father it on Michael Angelo himself if he’ll but clear out with it and let me alone!” “What he’d _like_ to take it for,” Lord John at this point saw his way to remark, “is something in the nature of a Hundred ... | allude to your hoping--when you allowed us to place the picture with Mackintosh--that it would show to all London in the most precious light conceivable.” “Well, if it hasn’t so shown” --and Lord Theign stared as if mystified-- “what in the world’s the meaning of this preposterous racket?” “The racket is largely,” his ... | he didn’t make himself understood,” Lord John took leave to laugh, “it must indeed have been an unusual production for Bender.” “Oh, I often, with the wild beauty, if you will, of so many of his turns, haven’t a notion,” Lady Sandgate confessed with an equal gaiety, “of what he’s talking about.” “I think I never miss h... | the matter, my dear man, in the light of its effect on _you_,” Lord John importantly explained-- “but in the light of its effect on Bender; who so consumedly wants the picture, if he _is_ to have it, to be a Mantovano, but seems unable to get it taken at last for anything but the fine old Moretto that of course it has ... | are serpents! My picture’s to take or to leave--and it’s what I’ve come back, if you please, John, to say to your man to his face.” This declaration had a report as sharp and almost as multiplied as the successive cracks of a discharged revolver; yet when the light smoke cleared Lady Sand-gate at least was still left s... | The Outcry |
His lordship looked at her fixedly and then did the same by Lord John, after which he waited a little. | No speaker | those are the American figures?”<|quote|>His lordship looked at her fixedly and then did the same by Lord John, after which he waited a little.</|quote|>“I’ve nothing to do with | you yet realised, Theign, that those are the American figures?”<|quote|>His lordship looked at her fixedly and then did the same by Lord John, after which he waited a little.</|quote|>“I’ve nothing to do with the American figures--which seem to | Hundred Thousand?” cried his astonished friend. “Quite, I dare say, a Hundred Thousand” --the young man enjoyed clearly handling even by the lips so round a sum. Lady Sandgate disclaimed however with agility any appearance of having gaped. “Why, haven’t you yet realised, Theign, that those are the American figures?”<|... | heedless of these contributions, “he may father it on Michael Angelo himself if he’ll but clear out with it and let me alone!” “What he’d _like_ to take it for,” Lord John at this point saw his way to remark, “is something in the nature of a Hundred Thousand.” “A Hundred Thousand?” cried his astonished friend. “Quite, ... | Mackintosh--that it would show to all London in the most precious light conceivable.” “Well, if it hasn’t so shown” --and Lord Theign stared as if mystified-- “what in the world’s the meaning of this preposterous racket?” “The racket is largely,” his young friend explained, “the vociferation of the people who contradic... | must indeed have been an unusual production for Bender.” “Oh, I often, with the wild beauty, if you will, of so many of his turns, haven’t a notion,” Lady Sandgate confessed with an equal gaiety, “of what he’s talking about.” “I think I never miss his weird sense,” her younger guest again loyally contended-- “and in fa... | _you_,” Lord John importantly explained-- “but in the light of its effect on Bender; who so consumedly wants the picture, if he _is_ to have it, to be a Mantovano, but seems unable to get it taken at last for anything but the fine old Moretto that of course it has always been.” Lord Theign, in growing disgust at the wh... | a tissue of expressions that may pass current--over counters and in awful newspapers--in _his_ extraordinary world or country, but that I decline to take time to puzzle out here.” “If he didn’t make himself understood,” Lord John took leave to laugh, “it must indeed have been an unusual production for Bender.” “Oh, I o... | The Outcry |
“I’ve nothing to do with the American figures--which seem to me, if you press me, you know, quite intolerably vulgar.” | Theign | which he waited a little.<|quote|>“I’ve nothing to do with the American figures--which seem to me, if you press me, you know, quite intolerably vulgar.”</|quote|>“Well, I’d be as vulgar | same by Lord John, after which he waited a little.<|quote|>“I’ve nothing to do with the American figures--which seem to me, if you press me, you know, quite intolerably vulgar.”</|quote|>“Well, I’d be as vulgar as anybody for a Hundred | by the lips so round a sum. Lady Sandgate disclaimed however with agility any appearance of having gaped. “Why, haven’t you yet realised, Theign, that those are the American figures?” His lordship looked at her fixedly and then did the same by Lord John, after which he waited a little.<|quote|>“I’ve nothing to do with ... | let me alone!” “What he’d _like_ to take it for,” Lord John at this point saw his way to remark, “is something in the nature of a Hundred Thousand.” “A Hundred Thousand?” cried his astonished friend. “Quite, I dare say, a Hundred Thousand” --the young man enjoyed clearly handling even by the lips so round a sum. Lady ... | Lord Theign stared as if mystified-- “what in the world’s the meaning of this preposterous racket?” “The racket is largely,” his young friend explained, “the vociferation of the people who contradict each other about it.” On which their hostess sought to enliven the gravity of the question. “Some--yes--shouting on the ... | so many of his turns, haven’t a notion,” Lady Sandgate confessed with an equal gaiety, “of what he’s talking about.” “I think I never miss his weird sense,” her younger guest again loyally contended-- “and in fact as a general thing I rather like it!” “I happen to like nothing that I don’t enjoy,” Lord Theign rejoined ... | if he _is_ to have it, to be a Mantovano, but seems unable to get it taken at last for anything but the fine old Moretto that of course it has always been.” Lord Theign, in growing disgust at the whole beastly complication, betrayed more and more the odd pitch of the temper that had abruptly restored him with such inca... | to your man to his face.” This declaration had a report as sharp and almost as multiplied as the successive cracks of a discharged revolver; yet when the light smoke cleared Lady Sand-gate at least was still left standing and smiling. “Yes, why in mercy’s name can’t he choose _which?_--and why does he write him, dreadf... | The Outcry |
“Well, I’d be as vulgar as anybody for a Hundred Thousand!” | Lady Sandgate | you know, quite intolerably vulgar.”<|quote|>“Well, I’d be as vulgar as anybody for a Hundred Thousand!”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate hastened to proclaim. | me, if you press me, you know, quite intolerably vulgar.”<|quote|>“Well, I’d be as vulgar as anybody for a Hundred Thousand!”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate hastened to proclaim. “Didn’t he let us know | you yet realised, Theign, that those are the American figures?” His lordship looked at her fixedly and then did the same by Lord John, after which he waited a little. “I’ve nothing to do with the American figures--which seem to me, if you press me, you know, quite intolerably vulgar.”<|quote|>“Well, I’d be as vulgar as... | “is something in the nature of a Hundred Thousand.” “A Hundred Thousand?” cried his astonished friend. “Quite, I dare say, a Hundred Thousand” --the young man enjoyed clearly handling even by the lips so round a sum. Lady Sandgate disclaimed however with agility any appearance of having gaped. “Why, haven’t you yet re... | his young friend explained, “the vociferation of the people who contradict each other about it.” On which their hostess sought to enliven the gravity of the question. “Some--yes--shouting on the housetops that’s a Mantovano of the Mantovanos, and others shrieking back at them that they’re donkeys if not criminals.” “He... | “I think I never miss his weird sense,” her younger guest again loyally contended-- “and in fact as a general thing I rather like it!” “I happen to like nothing that I don’t enjoy,” Lord Theign rejoined with some asperity-- “and so far as I do follow the fellow he assumes on my part an interest in his expenditure of pu... | anything but the fine old Moretto that of course it has always been.” Lord Theign, in growing disgust at the whole beastly complication, betrayed more and more the odd pitch of the temper that had abruptly restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action. “Well, isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for... | “it must indeed have been an unusual production for Bender.” “Oh, I often, with the wild beauty, if you will, of so many of his turns, haven’t a notion,” Lady Sandgate confessed with an equal gaiety, “of what he’s talking about.” “I think I never miss his weird sense,” her younger guest again loyally contended-- “and i... | The Outcry |
Lady Sandgate hastened to proclaim. | No speaker | anybody for a Hundred Thousand!”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate hastened to proclaim.</|quote|>“Didn’t he let us know | I’d be as vulgar as anybody for a Hundred Thousand!”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate hastened to proclaim.</|quote|>“Didn’t he let us know at Dedborough,” Lord John asked | lordship looked at her fixedly and then did the same by Lord John, after which he waited a little. “I’ve nothing to do with the American figures--which seem to me, if you press me, you know, quite intolerably vulgar.” “Well, I’d be as vulgar as anybody for a Hundred Thousand!”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate hastened to proclaim... | Thousand?” cried his astonished friend. “Quite, I dare say, a Hundred Thousand” --the young man enjoyed clearly handling even by the lips so round a sum. Lady Sandgate disclaimed however with agility any appearance of having gaped. “Why, haven’t you yet realised, Theign, that those are the American figures?” His lords... | each other about it.” On which their hostess sought to enliven the gravity of the question. “Some--yes--shouting on the housetops that’s a Mantovano of the Mantovanos, and others shrieking back at them that they’re donkeys if not criminals.” “He may take it for whatever he likes,” said Lord Theign, heedless of these co... | again loyally contended-- “and in fact as a general thing I rather like it!” “I happen to like nothing that I don’t enjoy,” Lord Theign rejoined with some asperity-- “and so far as I do follow the fellow he assumes on my part an interest in his expenditure of purchase-money that I neither feel nor pretend to. He doesn’... | always been.” Lord Theign, in growing disgust at the whole beastly complication, betrayed more and more the odd pitch of the temper that had abruptly restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action. “Well, isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?” It pulled up not a little Lord John... | the people who contradict each other about it.” On which their hostess sought to enliven the gravity of the question. “Some--yes--shouting on the housetops that’s a Mantovano of the Mantovanos, and others shrieking back at them that they’re donkeys if not criminals.” “He may take it for whatever he likes,” said Lord Th... | The Outcry |
“Didn’t he let us know at Dedborough,” | Lady Sandgate | Lady Sandgate hastened to proclaim.<|quote|>“Didn’t he let us know at Dedborough,”</|quote|>Lord John asked of the | anybody for a Hundred Thousand!” Lady Sandgate hastened to proclaim.<|quote|>“Didn’t he let us know at Dedborough,”</|quote|>Lord John asked of the master of that seat, “that | and then did the same by Lord John, after which he waited a little. “I’ve nothing to do with the American figures--which seem to me, if you press me, you know, quite intolerably vulgar.” “Well, I’d be as vulgar as anybody for a Hundred Thousand!” Lady Sandgate hastened to proclaim.<|quote|>“Didn’t he let us know at Ded... | “Quite, I dare say, a Hundred Thousand” --the young man enjoyed clearly handling even by the lips so round a sum. Lady Sandgate disclaimed however with agility any appearance of having gaped. “Why, haven’t you yet realised, Theign, that those are the American figures?” His lordship looked at her fixedly and then did t... | which their hostess sought to enliven the gravity of the question. “Some--yes--shouting on the housetops that’s a Mantovano of the Mantovanos, and others shrieking back at them that they’re donkeys if not criminals.” “He may take it for whatever he likes,” said Lord Theign, heedless of these contributions, “he may fath... | fact as a general thing I rather like it!” “I happen to like nothing that I don’t enjoy,” Lord Theign rejoined with some asperity-- “and so far as I do follow the fellow he assumes on my part an interest in his expenditure of purchase-money that I neither feel nor pretend to. He doesn’t want--by what I spell out--the p... | growing disgust at the whole beastly complication, betrayed more and more the odd pitch of the temper that had abruptly restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action. “Well, isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?” It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made his point. “A f... | suggestion. “He must allude to your hoping--when you allowed us to place the picture with Mackintosh--that it would show to all London in the most precious light conceivable.” “Well, if it hasn’t so shown” --and Lord Theign stared as if mystified-- “what in the world’s the meaning of this preposterous racket?” “The rac... | The Outcry |
Lord John asked of the master of that seat, | No speaker | let us know at Dedborough,”<|quote|>Lord John asked of the master of that seat,</|quote|>“that he had no use, | hastened to proclaim. “Didn’t he let us know at Dedborough,”<|quote|>Lord John asked of the master of that seat,</|quote|>“that he had no use, as he said, for lower | John, after which he waited a little. “I’ve nothing to do with the American figures--which seem to me, if you press me, you know, quite intolerably vulgar.” “Well, I’d be as vulgar as anybody for a Hundred Thousand!” Lady Sandgate hastened to proclaim. “Didn’t he let us know at Dedborough,”<|quote|>Lord John asked of t... | --the young man enjoyed clearly handling even by the lips so round a sum. Lady Sandgate disclaimed however with agility any appearance of having gaped. “Why, haven’t you yet realised, Theign, that those are the American figures?” His lordship looked at her fixedly and then did the same by Lord John, after which he wai... | gravity of the question. “Some--yes--shouting on the housetops that’s a Mantovano of the Mantovanos, and others shrieking back at them that they’re donkeys if not criminals.” “He may take it for whatever he likes,” said Lord Theign, heedless of these contributions, “he may father it on Michael Angelo himself if he’ll b... | like it!” “I happen to like nothing that I don’t enjoy,” Lord Theign rejoined with some asperity-- “and so far as I do follow the fellow he assumes on my part an interest in his expenditure of purchase-money that I neither feel nor pretend to. He doesn’t want--by what I spell out--the picture he refused at Dedborough; ... | betrayed more and more the odd pitch of the temper that had abruptly restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action. “Well, isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?” It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made his point. “A fine old Moretto, you know, was exactly what he decl... | his elder. “I don’t think I quite see _how_, my dear Theign, the poor chap’s letter was so offensive.” In that case his dear Theign could tell him. “Because it was a tissue of expressions that may pass current--over counters and in awful newspapers--in _his_ extraordinary world or country, but that I decline to take ti... | The Outcry |
“that he had no use, as he said, for lower values?” | Lord John | the master of that seat,<|quote|>“that he had no use, as he said, for lower values?”</|quote|>“I’ve heard him remark myself,” | Dedborough,” Lord John asked of the master of that seat,<|quote|>“that he had no use, as he said, for lower values?”</|quote|>“I’ve heard him remark myself,” said their companion, rising to | to do with the American figures--which seem to me, if you press me, you know, quite intolerably vulgar.” “Well, I’d be as vulgar as anybody for a Hundred Thousand!” Lady Sandgate hastened to proclaim. “Didn’t he let us know at Dedborough,” Lord John asked of the master of that seat,<|quote|>“that he had no use, as he s... | lips so round a sum. Lady Sandgate disclaimed however with agility any appearance of having gaped. “Why, haven’t you yet realised, Theign, that those are the American figures?” His lordship looked at her fixedly and then did the same by Lord John, after which he waited a little. “I’ve nothing to do with the American fi... | a Mantovano of the Mantovanos, and others shrieking back at them that they’re donkeys if not criminals.” “He may take it for whatever he likes,” said Lord Theign, heedless of these contributions, “he may father it on Michael Angelo himself if he’ll but clear out with it and let me alone!” “What he’d _like_ to take it f... | don’t enjoy,” Lord Theign rejoined with some asperity-- “and so far as I do follow the fellow he assumes on my part an interest in his expenditure of purchase-money that I neither feel nor pretend to. He doesn’t want--by what I spell out--the picture he refused at Dedborough; he may possibly want--if one reads it so--t... | temper that had abruptly restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action. “Well, isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?” It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made his point. “A fine old Moretto, you know, was exactly what he declined at Dedborough--for its comparative, str... | Bond Street; and he yet appears to make, with great emphasis, the stupid ambiguous point that these two ‘articles’ (the greatest of Morettos an ‘article’!) haven’t been ‘by now’ proved different: as if I engaged with him that I myself would so prove them!” Lord John indulged in a pause--but also in a suggestion. “He mu... | The Outcry |
“I’ve heard him remark myself,” | Lady Sandgate | he said, for lower values?”<|quote|>“I’ve heard him remark myself,”</|quote|>said their companion, rising to | he had no use, as he said, for lower values?”<|quote|>“I’ve heard him remark myself,”</|quote|>said their companion, rising to the monstrous memory, “that he | press me, you know, quite intolerably vulgar.” “Well, I’d be as vulgar as anybody for a Hundred Thousand!” Lady Sandgate hastened to proclaim. “Didn’t he let us know at Dedborough,” Lord John asked of the master of that seat, “that he had no use, as he said, for lower values?”<|quote|>“I’ve heard him remark myself,”</|... | any appearance of having gaped. “Why, haven’t you yet realised, Theign, that those are the American figures?” His lordship looked at her fixedly and then did the same by Lord John, after which he waited a little. “I’ve nothing to do with the American figures--which seem to me, if you press me, you know, quite intolerab... | that they’re donkeys if not criminals.” “He may take it for whatever he likes,” said Lord Theign, heedless of these contributions, “he may father it on Michael Angelo himself if he’ll but clear out with it and let me alone!” “What he’d _like_ to take it for,” Lord John at this point saw his way to remark, “is something... | as I do follow the fellow he assumes on my part an interest in his expenditure of purchase-money that I neither feel nor pretend to. He doesn’t want--by what I spell out--the picture he refused at Dedborough; he may possibly want--if one reads it so--the picture on view in Bond Street; and he yet appears to make, with ... | the scene of action. “Well, isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?” It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made his point. “A fine old Moretto, you know, was exactly what he declined at Dedborough--for its comparative, strictly comparative, insignificance; and he only thought of the picture w... | _his_ extraordinary world or country, but that I decline to take time to puzzle out here.” “If he didn’t make himself understood,” Lord John took leave to laugh, “it must indeed have been an unusual production for Bender.” “Oh, I often, with the wild beauty, if you will, of so many of his turns, haven’t a notion,” Lady... | The Outcry |
said their companion, rising to the monstrous memory, | No speaker | “I’ve heard him remark myself,”<|quote|>said their companion, rising to the monstrous memory,</|quote|>“that he wouldn’t take a | he said, for lower values?” “I’ve heard him remark myself,”<|quote|>said their companion, rising to the monstrous memory,</|quote|>“that he wouldn’t take a cheap picture--even though a ‘handsome’ | intolerably vulgar.” “Well, I’d be as vulgar as anybody for a Hundred Thousand!” Lady Sandgate hastened to proclaim. “Didn’t he let us know at Dedborough,” Lord John asked of the master of that seat, “that he had no use, as he said, for lower values?” “I’ve heard him remark myself,”<|quote|>said their companion, rising... | “Why, haven’t you yet realised, Theign, that those are the American figures?” His lordship looked at her fixedly and then did the same by Lord John, after which he waited a little. “I’ve nothing to do with the American figures--which seem to me, if you press me, you know, quite intolerably vulgar.” “Well, I’d be as vul... | criminals.” “He may take it for whatever he likes,” said Lord Theign, heedless of these contributions, “he may father it on Michael Angelo himself if he’ll but clear out with it and let me alone!” “What he’d _like_ to take it for,” Lord John at this point saw his way to remark, “is something in the nature of a Hundred ... | fellow he assumes on my part an interest in his expenditure of purchase-money that I neither feel nor pretend to. He doesn’t want--by what I spell out--the picture he refused at Dedborough; he may possibly want--if one reads it so--the picture on view in Bond Street; and he yet appears to make, with great emphasis, the... | isn’t a fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?” It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made his point. “A fine old Moretto, you know, was exactly what he declined at Dedborough--for its comparative, strictly comparative, insignificance; and he only thought of the picture when the wind began to rise f... | puzzle out here.” “If he didn’t make himself understood,” Lord John took leave to laugh, “it must indeed have been an unusual production for Bender.” “Oh, I often, with the wild beauty, if you will, of so many of his turns, haven’t a notion,” Lady Sandgate confessed with an equal gaiety, “of what he’s talking about.” “... | The Outcry |
“that he wouldn’t take a cheap picture--even though a ‘handsome’ one--as a present.” | Lady Sandgate | rising to the monstrous memory,<|quote|>“that he wouldn’t take a cheap picture--even though a ‘handsome’ one--as a present.”</|quote|>“And does he call the | remark myself,” said their companion, rising to the monstrous memory,<|quote|>“that he wouldn’t take a cheap picture--even though a ‘handsome’ one--as a present.”</|quote|>“And does he call the thing round the corner a | anybody for a Hundred Thousand!” Lady Sandgate hastened to proclaim. “Didn’t he let us know at Dedborough,” Lord John asked of the master of that seat, “that he had no use, as he said, for lower values?” “I’ve heard him remark myself,” said their companion, rising to the monstrous memory,<|quote|>“that he wouldn’t take... | are the American figures?” His lordship looked at her fixedly and then did the same by Lord John, after which he waited a little. “I’ve nothing to do with the American figures--which seem to me, if you press me, you know, quite intolerably vulgar.” “Well, I’d be as vulgar as anybody for a Hundred Thousand!” Lady Sandga... | likes,” said Lord Theign, heedless of these contributions, “he may father it on Michael Angelo himself if he’ll but clear out with it and let me alone!” “What he’d _like_ to take it for,” Lord John at this point saw his way to remark, “is something in the nature of a Hundred Thousand.” “A Hundred Thousand?” cried his a... | in his expenditure of purchase-money that I neither feel nor pretend to. He doesn’t want--by what I spell out--the picture he refused at Dedborough; he may possibly want--if one reads it so--the picture on view in Bond Street; and he yet appears to make, with great emphasis, the stupid ambiguous point that these two ‘a... | him; confound him?” It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made his point. “A fine old Moretto, you know, was exactly what he declined at Dedborough--for its comparative, strictly comparative, insignificance; and he only thought of the picture when the wind began to rise for the enormous rarity--” “That that mend... | Morettos an ‘article’!) haven’t been ‘by now’ proved different: as if I engaged with him that I myself would so prove them!” Lord John indulged in a pause--but also in a suggestion. “He must allude to your hoping--when you allowed us to place the picture with Mackintosh--that it would show to all London in the most pre... | The Outcry |
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