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“One thing’s very certain,” | Theign | creature, you’ve flights of extravagance----!”<|quote|>“One thing’s very certain,”</|quote|>Lord Theign quite heedlessly pursued-- | and stupefied. “Ah, my dear creature, you’ve flights of extravagance----!”<|quote|>“One thing’s very certain,”</|quote|>Lord Theign quite heedlessly pursued-- “that the thought of my | chatter--to some cause as unlike as possible that of Mr. Bender’s power of sound and his splendid reputation: to the Public, to the Authorities, to the Thingumbob, to the Nation!” Lady Sandgate broke into horror while Lord John stood sombre and stupefied. “Ah, my dear creature, you’ve flights of extravagance----!”<|quo... | her wonder, and her wonder apparently in turn to her amusement. “‘Give it away,’ my dear friend, to a man who only longs to smother you in gold?” Her dear friend, however, had lost patience with her levity. “Give it away--just for a luxury of protest and a stoppage of chatter--to some cause as unlike as possible that o... | adhering to?” On which he again quite fiercely turned his back and recovered his detachment, the others giving way behind him to a blanker dismay. Lord John, in spite of this however, pumped up a tone. “I don’t see why you should speak as if I were urging some abomination.” “Then I’ll tell you why!” --and Lord Theign ... | much himself--there’s really nothing blatant or crude about poor Bender. It’s the rate at which--by the very way he’s ‘fixed’: an awful way indeed, I grant you!--a perfect army of reporter-wretches, close at his heels, are always talking for him and of him.” Lord Theign spoke hereupon at last with the air as of an impu... | is exactly what I mean,” Lord Theign asseverated-- “at the expense of my modest claim to regulate my behaviour by my own standards. There you perfectly _are_ about the man, and it’s precisely what I say--that he’s to hustle and harry me _because_ he’s a money-monster: which I never for a moment dreamed of, please under... | grant you!--a perfect army of reporter-wretches, close at his heels, are always talking for him and of him.” Lord Theign spoke hereupon at last with the air as of an impulse that had been slowly gathering force. “_You_ talk for him, my dear chap, pretty well. You urge his case, my honour, quite as if you were assured o... | The Outcry |
Lord Theign quite heedlessly pursued-- | No speaker | extravagance----!” “One thing’s very certain,”<|quote|>Lord Theign quite heedlessly pursued--</|quote|>“that the thought of my | dear creature, you’ve flights of extravagance----!” “One thing’s very certain,”<|quote|>Lord Theign quite heedlessly pursued--</|quote|>“that the thought of my property on view there does | unlike as possible that of Mr. Bender’s power of sound and his splendid reputation: to the Public, to the Authorities, to the Thingumbob, to the Nation!” Lady Sandgate broke into horror while Lord John stood sombre and stupefied. “Ah, my dear creature, you’ve flights of extravagance----!” “One thing’s very certain,”<|q... | wonder apparently in turn to her amusement. “‘Give it away,’ my dear friend, to a man who only longs to smother you in gold?” Her dear friend, however, had lost patience with her levity. “Give it away--just for a luxury of protest and a stoppage of chatter--to some cause as unlike as possible that of Mr. Bender’s power... | he again quite fiercely turned his back and recovered his detachment, the others giving way behind him to a blanker dismay. Lord John, in spite of this however, pumped up a tone. “I don’t see why you should speak as if I were urging some abomination.” “Then I’ll tell you why!” --and Lord Theign was upon him again for t... | blatant or crude about poor Bender. It’s the rate at which--by the very way he’s ‘fixed’: an awful way indeed, I grant you!--a perfect army of reporter-wretches, close at his heels, are always talking for him and of him.” Lord Theign spoke hereupon at last with the air as of an impulse that had been slowly gathering fo... | mean,” Lord Theign asseverated-- “at the expense of my modest claim to regulate my behaviour by my own standards. There you perfectly _are_ about the man, and it’s precisely what I say--that he’s to hustle and harry me _because_ he’s a money-monster: which I never for a moment dreamed of, please understand, when I let ... | adhering to?” On which he again quite fiercely turned his back and recovered his detachment, the others giving way behind him to a blanker dismay. Lord John, in spite of this however, pumped up a tone. “I don’t see why you should speak as if I were urging some abomination.” “Then I’ll tell you why!” --and Lord Theign ... | The Outcry |
“that the thought of my property on view there does give intolerably on my nerves, more and more every minute that I’m conscious of it; so that, hang it, if one thinks of it, why shouldn’t I, for my relief, do again, damme, _what I like_?--that is bang the door in their faces, have the show immediately stopped?” | Theign | Lord Theign quite heedlessly pursued--<|quote|>“that the thought of my property on view there does give intolerably on my nerves, more and more every minute that I’m conscious of it; so that, hang it, if one thinks of it, why shouldn’t I, for my relief, do again, damme, _what I like_?--that is bang the door in their fa... | extravagance----!” “One thing’s very certain,” Lord Theign quite heedlessly pursued--<|quote|>“that the thought of my property on view there does give intolerably on my nerves, more and more every minute that I’m conscious of it; so that, hang it, if one thinks of it, why shouldn’t I, for my relief, do again, damme, _w... | Mr. Bender’s power of sound and his splendid reputation: to the Public, to the Authorities, to the Thingumbob, to the Nation!” Lady Sandgate broke into horror while Lord John stood sombre and stupefied. “Ah, my dear creature, you’ve flights of extravagance----!” “One thing’s very certain,” Lord Theign quite heedlessly ... | her amusement. “‘Give it away,’ my dear friend, to a man who only longs to smother you in gold?” Her dear friend, however, had lost patience with her levity. “Give it away--just for a luxury of protest and a stoppage of chatter--to some cause as unlike as possible that of Mr. Bender’s power of sound and his splendid re... | his back and recovered his detachment, the others giving way behind him to a blanker dismay. Lord John, in spite of this however, pumped up a tone. “I don’t see why you should speak as if I were urging some abomination.” “Then I’ll tell you why!” --and Lord Theign was upon him again for the purpose. “Because I had rath... | Bender. It’s the rate at which--by the very way he’s ‘fixed’: an awful way indeed, I grant you!--a perfect army of reporter-wretches, close at his heels, are always talking for him and of him.” Lord Theign spoke hereupon at last with the air as of an impulse that had been slowly gathering force. “_You_ talk for him, my... | the expense of my modest claim to regulate my behaviour by my own standards. There you perfectly _are_ about the man, and it’s precisely what I say--that he’s to hustle and harry me _because_ he’s a money-monster: which I never for a moment dreamed of, please understand, when I let you, John, thrust him at me as a pecu... | reach the grand publicity of the Figure! Would you mind,” he continued to his noble monitor, “an agreement on some such basis as _this_?--that you shall resign yourself to the biggest equivalent you’ll squeamishly consent to take, if it’s at the same time the smallest he’ll squeamishly consent to offer; but that, that ... | The Outcry |
He turned with the attraction of this idea from one of his listeners to the other. | No speaker | have the show immediately stopped?”<|quote|>He turned with the attraction of this idea from one of his listeners to the other.</|quote|>“It’s _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, | the door in their faces, have the show immediately stopped?”<|quote|>He turned with the attraction of this idea from one of his listeners to the other.</|quote|>“It’s _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, surely!--and I can do just | there does give intolerably on my nerves, more and more every minute that I’m conscious of it; so that, hang it, if one thinks of it, why shouldn’t I, for my relief, do again, damme, _what I like_?--that is bang the door in their faces, have the show immediately stopped?”<|quote|>He turned with the attraction of this i... | reputation: to the Public, to the Authorities, to the Thingumbob, to the Nation!” Lady Sandgate broke into horror while Lord John stood sombre and stupefied. “Ah, my dear creature, you’ve flights of extravagance----!” “One thing’s very certain,” Lord Theign quite heedlessly pursued-- “that the thought of my property on... | had rather give the cursed thing away outright and for good and all than that it should hang out there another day in the interest of such equivocations!” Lady Sandgate’s dismay yielded to her wonder, and her wonder apparently in turn to her amusement. “‘Give it away,’ my dear friend, to a man who only longs to smother... | dear chap, pretty well. You urge his case, my honour, quite as if you were assured of a commission on the job--on a fine ascending scale! Has he put you up to that proposition, eh? _Do_ you get a handsome percentage and _are_ you to make a good thing of it?” The young man coloured under this stinging pleasantry--whethe... | pecuniary resource at Dedborough. I didn’t put my property on view that _he_ might blow about it------!” “No, if you like it,” Lady Sandgate returned; “but you certainly didn’t so arrange” --she seemed to think her point somehow would help-- “that you might blow about it yourself!” “Nobody wants to ‘blow,’” Lord John m... | _Do_ you get a handsome percentage and _are_ you to make a good thing of it?” The young man coloured under this stinging pleasantry--whether from a good conscience affronted or from a bad one made worse; but he otherwise showed a bold front, only bending his eyes a moment on his watch. “As he’s to come to you himself--... | The Outcry |
“It’s _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, surely!--and I can do just as I choose with it.” | Theign | his listeners to the other.<|quote|>“It’s _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, surely!--and I can do just as I choose with it.”</|quote|>“Ah, but isn’t that the | this idea from one of his listeners to the other.<|quote|>“It’s _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, surely!--and I can do just as I choose with it.”</|quote|>“Ah, but isn’t that the very point?” --and Lady Sandgate | it; so that, hang it, if one thinks of it, why shouldn’t I, for my relief, do again, damme, _what I like_?--that is bang the door in their faces, have the show immediately stopped?” He turned with the attraction of this idea from one of his listeners to the other.<|quote|>“It’s _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, surely!--an... | into horror while Lord John stood sombre and stupefied. “Ah, my dear creature, you’ve flights of extravagance----!” “One thing’s very certain,” Lord Theign quite heedlessly pursued-- “that the thought of my property on view there does give intolerably on my nerves, more and more every minute that I’m conscious of it; s... | should hang out there another day in the interest of such equivocations!” Lady Sandgate’s dismay yielded to her wonder, and her wonder apparently in turn to her amusement. “‘Give it away,’ my dear friend, to a man who only longs to smother you in gold?” Her dear friend, however, had lost patience with her levity. “Give... | of a commission on the job--on a fine ascending scale! Has he put you up to that proposition, eh? _Do_ you get a handsome percentage and _are_ you to make a good thing of it?” The young man coloured under this stinging pleasantry--whether from a good conscience affronted or from a bad one made worse; but he otherwise s... | it------!” “No, if you like it,” Lady Sandgate returned; “but you certainly didn’t so arrange” --she seemed to think her point somehow would help-- “that you might blow about it yourself!” “Nobody wants to ‘blow,’” Lord John more stoutly interposed, “either hot or cold, I take it; but I really don’t see the harm of Ben... | companion only waited. “Leave him free to talk about the sum offered and the sum taken as practically one and the same?” “Ah, you know,” Lord John discriminated, “he doesn’t ‘talk’ so much himself--there’s really nothing blatant or crude about poor Bender. It’s the rate at which--by the very way he’s ‘fixed’: an awful ... | The Outcry |
“Ah, but isn’t that the very point?” | Lady Sandgate | as I choose with it.”<|quote|>“Ah, but isn’t that the very point?”</|quote|>--and Lady Sandgate put it | surely!--and I can do just as I choose with it.”<|quote|>“Ah, but isn’t that the very point?”</|quote|>--and Lady Sandgate put it to Lord John. “Isn’t it | relief, do again, damme, _what I like_?--that is bang the door in their faces, have the show immediately stopped?” He turned with the attraction of this idea from one of his listeners to the other. “It’s _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, surely!--and I can do just as I choose with it.”<|quote|>“Ah, but isn’t that the very ... | of extravagance----!” “One thing’s very certain,” Lord Theign quite heedlessly pursued-- “that the thought of my property on view there does give intolerably on my nerves, more and more every minute that I’m conscious of it; so that, hang it, if one thinks of it, why shouldn’t I, for my relief, do again, damme, _what I... | yielded to her wonder, and her wonder apparently in turn to her amusement. “‘Give it away,’ my dear friend, to a man who only longs to smother you in gold?” Her dear friend, however, had lost patience with her levity. “Give it away--just for a luxury of protest and a stoppage of chatter--to some cause as unlike as poss... | to that proposition, eh? _Do_ you get a handsome percentage and _are_ you to make a good thing of it?” The young man coloured under this stinging pleasantry--whether from a good conscience affronted or from a bad one made worse; but he otherwise showed a bold front, only bending his eyes a moment on his watch. “As he’s... | --she seemed to think her point somehow would help-- “that you might blow about it yourself!” “Nobody wants to ‘blow,’” Lord John more stoutly interposed, “either hot or cold, I take it; but I really don’t see the harm of Bender’s liking to be known for the scale of his transactions--actual or merely imputed even, if y... | in the interest of such equivocations!” Lady Sandgate’s dismay yielded to her wonder, and her wonder apparently in turn to her amusement. “‘Give it away,’ my dear friend, to a man who only longs to smother you in gold?” Her dear friend, however, had lost patience with her levity. “Give it away--just for a luxury of pro... | The Outcry |
--and Lady Sandgate put it to Lord John. | No speaker | isn’t that the very point?”<|quote|>--and Lady Sandgate put it to Lord John.</|quote|>“Isn’t it Bender’s show much | choose with it.” “Ah, but isn’t that the very point?”<|quote|>--and Lady Sandgate put it to Lord John.</|quote|>“Isn’t it Bender’s show much more than his?” Her invoked | is bang the door in their faces, have the show immediately stopped?” He turned with the attraction of this idea from one of his listeners to the other. “It’s _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, surely!--and I can do just as I choose with it.” “Ah, but isn’t that the very point?”<|quote|>--and Lady Sandgate put it to Lord Joh... | Theign quite heedlessly pursued-- “that the thought of my property on view there does give intolerably on my nerves, more and more every minute that I’m conscious of it; so that, hang it, if one thinks of it, why shouldn’t I, for my relief, do again, damme, _what I like_?--that is bang the door in their faces, have the... | apparently in turn to her amusement. “‘Give it away,’ my dear friend, to a man who only longs to smother you in gold?” Her dear friend, however, had lost patience with her levity. “Give it away--just for a luxury of protest and a stoppage of chatter--to some cause as unlike as possible that of Mr. Bender’s power of sou... | a handsome percentage and _are_ you to make a good thing of it?” The young man coloured under this stinging pleasantry--whether from a good conscience affronted or from a bad one made worse; but he otherwise showed a bold front, only bending his eyes a moment on his watch. “As he’s to come to you himself--and I don’t k... | would help-- “that you might blow about it yourself!” “Nobody wants to ‘blow,’” Lord John more stoutly interposed, “either hot or cold, I take it; but I really don’t see the harm of Bender’s liking to be known for the scale of his transactions--actual or merely imputed even, if you will; since that scale is really so m... | army of reporter-wretches, close at his heels, are always talking for him and of him.” Lord Theign spoke hereupon at last with the air as of an impulse that had been slowly gathering force. “_You_ talk for him, my dear chap, pretty well. You urge his case, my honour, quite as if you were assured of a commission on the ... | The Outcry |
“Isn’t it Bender’s show much more than his?” | Lady Sandgate | put it to Lord John.<|quote|>“Isn’t it Bender’s show much more than his?”</|quote|>Her invoked authority, however, in | very point?” --and Lady Sandgate put it to Lord John.<|quote|>“Isn’t it Bender’s show much more than his?”</|quote|>Her invoked authority, however, in answer to this, made but | the show immediately stopped?” He turned with the attraction of this idea from one of his listeners to the other. “It’s _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, surely!--and I can do just as I choose with it.” “Ah, but isn’t that the very point?” --and Lady Sandgate put it to Lord John.<|quote|>“Isn’t it Bender’s show much more t... | my property on view there does give intolerably on my nerves, more and more every minute that I’m conscious of it; so that, hang it, if one thinks of it, why shouldn’t I, for my relief, do again, damme, _what I like_?--that is bang the door in their faces, have the show immediately stopped?” He turned with the attracti... | away,’ my dear friend, to a man who only longs to smother you in gold?” Her dear friend, however, had lost patience with her levity. “Give it away--just for a luxury of protest and a stoppage of chatter--to some cause as unlike as possible that of Mr. Bender’s power of sound and his splendid reputation: to the Public, ... | a good thing of it?” The young man coloured under this stinging pleasantry--whether from a good conscience affronted or from a bad one made worse; but he otherwise showed a bold front, only bending his eyes a moment on his watch. “As he’s to come to you himself--and I don’t know why the mischief he doesn’t come!--he wi... | yourself!” “Nobody wants to ‘blow,’” Lord John more stoutly interposed, “either hot or cold, I take it; but I really don’t see the harm of Bender’s liking to be known for the scale of his transactions--actual or merely imputed even, if you will; since that scale is really so magnificent.” Lady Sandgate half accepted, h... | some such basis as _this_?--that you shall resign yourself to the biggest equivalent you’ll squeamishly consent to take, if it’s at the same time the smallest he’ll squeamishly consent to offer; but that, that done, you shall leave him free----” Lady Sandgate took it up straight, rounding it off, as their companion onl... | The Outcry |
Her invoked authority, however, in answer to this, made but a motion of disappointment and disgust at so much rank folly--while Lord Theign, on the other hand, followed up his happy thought. | No speaker | show much more than his?”<|quote|>Her invoked authority, however, in answer to this, made but a motion of disappointment and disgust at so much rank folly--while Lord Theign, on the other hand, followed up his happy thought.</|quote|>“Then if it’s Bender’s show, | Lord John. “Isn’t it Bender’s show much more than his?”<|quote|>Her invoked authority, however, in answer to this, made but a motion of disappointment and disgust at so much rank folly--while Lord Theign, on the other hand, followed up his happy thought.</|quote|>“Then if it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it | attraction of this idea from one of his listeners to the other. “It’s _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, surely!--and I can do just as I choose with it.” “Ah, but isn’t that the very point?” --and Lady Sandgate put it to Lord John. “Isn’t it Bender’s show much more than his?”<|quote|>Her invoked authority, however, in answe... | on my nerves, more and more every minute that I’m conscious of it; so that, hang it, if one thinks of it, why shouldn’t I, for my relief, do again, damme, _what I like_?--that is bang the door in their faces, have the show immediately stopped?” He turned with the attraction of this idea from one of his listeners to the... | only longs to smother you in gold?” Her dear friend, however, had lost patience with her levity. “Give it away--just for a luxury of protest and a stoppage of chatter--to some cause as unlike as possible that of Mr. Bender’s power of sound and his splendid reputation: to the Public, to the Authorities, to the Thingumbo... | coloured under this stinging pleasantry--whether from a good conscience affronted or from a bad one made worse; but he otherwise showed a bold front, only bending his eyes a moment on his watch. “As he’s to come to you himself--and I don’t know why the mischief he doesn’t come!--he will answer you that graceful questio... | stoutly interposed, “either hot or cold, I take it; but I really don’t see the harm of Bender’s liking to be known for the scale of his transactions--actual or merely imputed even, if you will; since that scale is really so magnificent.” Lady Sandgate half accepted, half qualified this plea. “The only question perhaps ... | you’ve just made on his behalf represents him as so beautifully adhering to?” On which he again quite fiercely turned his back and recovered his detachment, the others giving way behind him to a blanker dismay. Lord John, in spite of this however, pumped up a tone. “I don’t see why you should speak as if I were urging... | The Outcry |
“Then if it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!” | Theign | followed up his happy thought.<|quote|>“Then if it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!”</|quote|>And it took his lordship’s | Theign, on the other hand, followed up his happy thought.<|quote|>“Then if it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!”</|quote|>And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower. | very point?” --and Lady Sandgate put it to Lord John. “Isn’t it Bender’s show much more than his?” Her invoked authority, however, in answer to this, made but a motion of disappointment and disgust at so much rank folly--while Lord Theign, on the other hand, followed up his happy thought.<|quote|>“Then if it’s Bender’s... | I like_?--that is bang the door in their faces, have the show immediately stopped?” He turned with the attraction of this idea from one of his listeners to the other. “It’s _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, surely!--and I can do just as I choose with it.” “Ah, but isn’t that the very point?” --and Lady Sandgate put it to L... | as unlike as possible that of Mr. Bender’s power of sound and his splendid reputation: to the Public, to the Authorities, to the Thingumbob, to the Nation!” Lady Sandgate broke into horror while Lord John stood sombre and stupefied. “Ah, my dear creature, you’ve flights of extravagance----!” “One thing’s very certain,”... | watch. “As he’s to come to you himself--and I don’t know why the mischief he doesn’t come!--he will answer you that graceful question.” “Will he answer it,” Lord Theign asked, “with the veracity that the suggestion you’ve just made on his behalf represents him as so beautifully adhering to?” On which he again quite fie... | if you will; since that scale is really so magnificent.” Lady Sandgate half accepted, half qualified this plea. “The only question perhaps is why he doesn’t try for some precious work that somebody--less delicious than dear Theign--_can_ be persuaded on bended knees to accept a hundred thousand for.” “‘Try’ for one?” -... | he’s ‘fixed’: an awful way indeed, I grant you!--a perfect army of reporter-wretches, close at his heels, are always talking for him and of him.” Lord Theign spoke hereupon at last with the air as of an impulse that had been slowly gathering force. “_You_ talk for him, my dear chap, pretty well. You urge his case, my h... | The Outcry |
And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower. | No speaker | there’s all the more reason!”<|quote|>And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower.</|quote|>“See here, John--do this: go | if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!”<|quote|>And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower.</|quote|>“See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, | than his?” Her invoked authority, however, in answer to this, made but a motion of disappointment and disgust at so much rank folly--while Lord Theign, on the other hand, followed up his happy thought. “Then if it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!”<|quote|>And it took his lordship’s i... | with the attraction of this idea from one of his listeners to the other. “It’s _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, surely!--and I can do just as I choose with it.” “Ah, but isn’t that the very point?” --and Lady Sandgate put it to Lord John. “Isn’t it Bender’s show much more than his?” Her invoked authority, however, in answ... | the Public, to the Authorities, to the Thingumbob, to the Nation!” Lady Sandgate broke into horror while Lord John stood sombre and stupefied. “Ah, my dear creature, you’ve flights of extravagance----!” “One thing’s very certain,” Lord Theign quite heedlessly pursued-- “that the thought of my property on view there doe... | come!--he will answer you that graceful question.” “Will he answer it,” Lord Theign asked, “with the veracity that the suggestion you’ve just made on his behalf represents him as so beautifully adhering to?” On which he again quite fiercely turned his back and recovered his detachment, the others giving way behind him ... | this plea. “The only question perhaps is why he doesn’t try for some precious work that somebody--less delicious than dear Theign--_can_ be persuaded on bended knees to accept a hundred thousand for.” “‘Try’ for one?” --her younger visitor took it up while her elder more attentively watched him. “That was exactly what ... | sum offered and the sum taken as practically one and the same?” “Ah, you know,” Lord John discriminated, “he doesn’t ‘talk’ so much himself--there’s really nothing blatant or crude about poor Bender. It’s the rate at which--by the very way he’s ‘fixed’: an awful way indeed, I grant you!--a perfect army of reporter-wret... | The Outcry |
“See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!” | Theign | inspiration no longer to flower.<|quote|>“See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!”</|quote|>“‘Shut straight down’?” the young | And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower.<|quote|>“See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!”</|quote|>“‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it | made but a motion of disappointment and disgust at so much rank folly--while Lord Theign, on the other hand, followed up his happy thought. “Then if it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!” And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower.<|quote|>“See here, John--do this: go r... | listeners to the other. “It’s _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, surely!--and I can do just as I choose with it.” “Ah, but isn’t that the very point?” --and Lady Sandgate put it to Lord John. “Isn’t it Bender’s show much more than his?” Her invoked authority, however, in answer to this, made but a motion of disappointment a... | Nation!” Lady Sandgate broke into horror while Lord John stood sombre and stupefied. “Ah, my dear creature, you’ve flights of extravagance----!” “One thing’s very certain,” Lord Theign quite heedlessly pursued-- “that the thought of my property on view there does give intolerably on my nerves, more and more every minut... | it,” Lord Theign asked, “with the veracity that the suggestion you’ve just made on his behalf represents him as so beautifully adhering to?” On which he again quite fiercely turned his back and recovered his detachment, the others giving way behind him to a blanker dismay. Lord John, in spite of this however, pumped u... | try for some precious work that somebody--less delicious than dear Theign--_can_ be persuaded on bended knees to accept a hundred thousand for.” “‘Try’ for one?” --her younger visitor took it up while her elder more attentively watched him. “That was exactly what he did try for when he pressed you so hard in vain for t... | turn to her amusement. “‘Give it away,’ my dear friend, to a man who only longs to smother you in gold?” Her dear friend, however, had lost patience with her levity. “Give it away--just for a luxury of protest and a stoppage of chatter--to some cause as unlike as possible that of Mr. Bender’s power of sound and his spl... | The Outcry |
“‘Shut straight down’?” | Lord John | me to shut straight down!”<|quote|>“‘Shut straight down’?”</|quote|>the young man abhorrently echoed. | please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!”<|quote|>“‘Shut straight down’?”</|quote|>the young man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up | up his happy thought. “Then if it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!” And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower. “See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!”<|quote|>“‘Shut straight down’?”</|quote|>t... | but isn’t that the very point?” --and Lady Sandgate put it to Lord John. “Isn’t it Bender’s show much more than his?” Her invoked authority, however, in answer to this, made but a motion of disappointment and disgust at so much rank folly--while Lord Theign, on the other hand, followed up his happy thought. “Then if it... | extravagance----!” “One thing’s very certain,” Lord Theign quite heedlessly pursued-- “that the thought of my property on view there does give intolerably on my nerves, more and more every minute that I’m conscious of it; so that, hang it, if one thinks of it, why shouldn’t I, for my relief, do again, damme, _what I li... | beautifully adhering to?” On which he again quite fiercely turned his back and recovered his detachment, the others giving way behind him to a blanker dismay. Lord John, in spite of this however, pumped up a tone. “I don’t see why you should speak as if I were urging some abomination.” “Then I’ll tell you why!” --and ... | thousand for.” “‘Try’ for one?” --her younger visitor took it up while her elder more attentively watched him. “That was exactly what he did try for when he pressed you so hard in vain for the great Sir Joshua.” “Oh well, he mustn’t come back to _that_--must he, Theign?” her ladyship cooed. That personage failed to re... | to you himself--and I don’t know why the mischief he doesn’t come!--he will answer you that graceful question.” “Will he answer it,” Lord Theign asked, “with the veracity that the suggestion you’ve just made on his behalf represents him as so beautifully adhering to?” On which he again quite fiercely turned his back an... | The Outcry |
the young man abhorrently echoed. | No speaker | straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?”<|quote|>the young man abhorrently echoed.</|quote|>“Stop it _to-night_--wind it up | them from me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?”<|quote|>the young man abhorrently echoed.</|quote|>“Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” The | thought. “Then if it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!” And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower. “See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?”<|quote|>the young man abhorrent... | the very point?” --and Lady Sandgate put it to Lord John. “Isn’t it Bender’s show much more than his?” Her invoked authority, however, in answer to this, made but a motion of disappointment and disgust at so much rank folly--while Lord Theign, on the other hand, followed up his happy thought. “Then if it’s Bender’s sho... | very certain,” Lord Theign quite heedlessly pursued-- “that the thought of my property on view there does give intolerably on my nerves, more and more every minute that I’m conscious of it; so that, hang it, if one thinks of it, why shouldn’t I, for my relief, do again, damme, _what I like_?--that is bang the door in t... | On which he again quite fiercely turned his back and recovered his detachment, the others giving way behind him to a blanker dismay. Lord John, in spite of this however, pumped up a tone. “I don’t see why you should speak as if I were urging some abomination.” “Then I’ll tell you why!” --and Lord Theign was upon him a... | for one?” --her younger visitor took it up while her elder more attentively watched him. “That was exactly what he did try for when he pressed you so hard in vain for the great Sir Joshua.” “Oh well, he mustn’t come back to _that_--must he, Theign?” her ladyship cooed. That personage failed to reply, so that Lord John... | at last with the air as of an impulse that had been slowly gathering force. “_You_ talk for him, my dear chap, pretty well. You urge his case, my honour, quite as if you were assured of a commission on the job--on a fine ascending scale! Has he put you up to that proposition, eh? _Do_ you get a handsome percentage and ... | The Outcry |
“Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” | Theign | the young man abhorrently echoed.<|quote|>“Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?”</|quote|>The more the entertainer of | straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently echoed.<|quote|>“Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?”</|quote|>The more the entertainer of that vision held it there | show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!” And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower. “See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently echoed.<|quote|>“Stop it _to-night_--... | Sandgate put it to Lord John. “Isn’t it Bender’s show much more than his?” Her invoked authority, however, in answer to this, made but a motion of disappointment and disgust at so much rank folly--while Lord Theign, on the other hand, followed up his happy thought. “Then if it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it is, th... | heedlessly pursued-- “that the thought of my property on view there does give intolerably on my nerves, more and more every minute that I’m conscious of it; so that, hang it, if one thinks of it, why shouldn’t I, for my relief, do again, damme, _what I like_?--that is bang the door in their faces, have the show immedia... | fiercely turned his back and recovered his detachment, the others giving way behind him to a blanker dismay. Lord John, in spite of this however, pumped up a tone. “I don’t see why you should speak as if I were urging some abomination.” “Then I’ll tell you why!” --and Lord Theign was upon him again for the purpose. “Be... | took it up while her elder more attentively watched him. “That was exactly what he did try for when he pressed you so hard in vain for the great Sir Joshua.” “Oh well, he mustn’t come back to _that_--must he, Theign?” her ladyship cooed. That personage failed to reply, so that Lord John went on, unconscious apparently... | which--by the very way he’s ‘fixed’: an awful way indeed, I grant you!--a perfect army of reporter-wretches, close at his heels, are always talking for him and of him.” Lord Theign spoke hereupon at last with the air as of an impulse that had been slowly gathering force. “_You_ talk for him, my dear chap, pretty well. ... | The Outcry |
The more the entertainer of that vision held it there the more charm it clearly took on for him. | No speaker | up and end it: see?”<|quote|>The more the entertainer of that vision held it there the more charm it clearly took on for him.</|quote|>“Have the picture removed from | echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?”<|quote|>The more the entertainer of that vision held it there the more charm it clearly took on for him.</|quote|>“Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.” | the more reason!” And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower. “See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?”<|quote|>The more the... | show much more than his?” Her invoked authority, however, in answer to this, made but a motion of disappointment and disgust at so much rank folly--while Lord Theign, on the other hand, followed up his happy thought. “Then if it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!” And it took his lords... | view there does give intolerably on my nerves, more and more every minute that I’m conscious of it; so that, hang it, if one thinks of it, why shouldn’t I, for my relief, do again, damme, _what I like_?--that is bang the door in their faces, have the show immediately stopped?” He turned with the attraction of this idea... | others giving way behind him to a blanker dismay. Lord John, in spite of this however, pumped up a tone. “I don’t see why you should speak as if I were urging some abomination.” “Then I’ll tell you why!” --and Lord Theign was upon him again for the purpose. “Because I had rather give the cursed thing away outright and ... | him. “That was exactly what he did try for when he pressed you so hard in vain for the great Sir Joshua.” “Oh well, he mustn’t come back to _that_--must he, Theign?” her ladyship cooed. That personage failed to reply, so that Lord John went on, unconscious apparently of the still more suspicious study to which he expo... | wonder apparently in turn to her amusement. “‘Give it away,’ my dear friend, to a man who only longs to smother you in gold?” Her dear friend, however, had lost patience with her levity. “Give it away--just for a luxury of protest and a stoppage of chatter--to some cause as unlike as possible that of Mr. Bender’s power... | The Outcry |
“Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.” | Theign | clearly took on for him.<|quote|>“Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.”</|quote|>“You seriously ask _that_ of | there the more charm it clearly took on for him.<|quote|>“Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.”</|quote|>“You seriously ask _that_ of me!” poor Lord John quavered. | round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” The more the entertainer of that vision held it there the more charm it clearly took on for him.<|quote|>“Have the picture removed fr... | and disgust at so much rank folly--while Lord Theign, on the other hand, followed up his happy thought. “Then if it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!” And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower. “See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and te... | that, hang it, if one thinks of it, why shouldn’t I, for my relief, do again, damme, _what I like_?--that is bang the door in their faces, have the show immediately stopped?” He turned with the attraction of this idea from one of his listeners to the other. “It’s _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, surely!--and I can do just... | tone. “I don’t see why you should speak as if I were urging some abomination.” “Then I’ll tell you why!” --and Lord Theign was upon him again for the purpose. “Because I had rather give the cursed thing away outright and for good and all than that it should hang out there another day in the interest of such equivocatio... | great Sir Joshua.” “Oh well, he mustn’t come back to _that_--must he, Theign?” her ladyship cooed. That personage failed to reply, so that Lord John went on, unconscious apparently of the still more suspicious study to which he exposed himself. “Besides which there _are_ no things of that magnitude knocking about, don... | property on view there does give intolerably on my nerves, more and more every minute that I’m conscious of it; so that, hang it, if one thinks of it, why shouldn’t I, for my relief, do again, damme, _what I like_?--that is bang the door in their faces, have the show immediately stopped?” He turned with the attraction ... | The Outcry |
“You seriously ask _that_ of me!” | Lord John | view and the incident closed.”<|quote|>“You seriously ask _that_ of me!”</|quote|>poor Lord John quavered. “Why | “Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.”<|quote|>“You seriously ask _that_ of me!”</|quote|>poor Lord John quavered. “Why in the world shouldn’t I? | to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” The more the entertainer of that vision held it there the more charm it clearly took on for him. “Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.”<|quote|>“You seriously ask _t... | the other hand, followed up his happy thought. “Then if it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!” And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower. “See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight d... | I, for my relief, do again, damme, _what I like_?--that is bang the door in their faces, have the show immediately stopped?” He turned with the attraction of this idea from one of his listeners to the other. “It’s _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, surely!--and I can do just as I choose with it.” “Ah, but isn’t that the ver... | I were urging some abomination.” “Then I’ll tell you why!” --and Lord Theign was upon him again for the purpose. “Because I had rather give the cursed thing away outright and for good and all than that it should hang out there another day in the interest of such equivocations!” Lady Sandgate’s dismay yielded to her won... | _that_--must he, Theign?” her ladyship cooed. That personage failed to reply, so that Lord John went on, unconscious apparently of the still more suspicious study to which he exposed himself. “Besides which there _are_ no things of that magnitude knocking about, don’t you know?--they’ve _got_ to be worked up first if ... | and a stoppage of chatter--to some cause as unlike as possible that of Mr. Bender’s power of sound and his splendid reputation: to the Public, to the Authorities, to the Thingumbob, to the Nation!” Lady Sandgate broke into horror while Lord John stood sombre and stupefied. “Ah, my dear creature, you’ve flights of extra... | The Outcry |
poor Lord John quavered. | No speaker | seriously ask _that_ of me!”<|quote|>poor Lord John quavered.</|quote|>“Why in the world shouldn’t | and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!”<|quote|>poor Lord John quavered.</|quote|>“Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot | down’?” the young man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” The more the entertainer of that vision held it there the more charm it clearly took on for him. “Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!”<|quote|>poor Lord John quavered.</|... | happy thought. “Then if it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!” And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower. “See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently... | damme, _what I like_?--that is bang the door in their faces, have the show immediately stopped?” He turned with the attraction of this idea from one of his listeners to the other. “It’s _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, surely!--and I can do just as I choose with it.” “Ah, but isn’t that the very point?” --and Lady Sandgat... | I’ll tell you why!” --and Lord Theign was upon him again for the purpose. “Because I had rather give the cursed thing away outright and for good and all than that it should hang out there another day in the interest of such equivocations!” Lady Sandgate’s dismay yielded to her wonder, and her wonder apparently in turn ... | That personage failed to reply, so that Lord John went on, unconscious apparently of the still more suspicious study to which he exposed himself. “Besides which there _are_ no things of that magnitude knocking about, don’t you know?--they’ve _got_ to be worked up first if they’re to reach the grand publicity of the Fig... | ascending scale! Has he put you up to that proposition, eh? _Do_ you get a handsome percentage and _are_ you to make a good thing of it?” The young man coloured under this stinging pleasantry--whether from a good conscience affronted or from a bad one made worse; but he otherwise showed a bold front, only bending his e... | The Outcry |
“Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.” | Theign | me!” poor Lord John quavered.<|quote|>“Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.”</|quote|>“What then am I to | “You seriously ask _that_ of me!” poor Lord John quavered.<|quote|>“Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.”</|quote|>“What then am I to say to them?” Lord John | abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” The more the entertainer of that vision held it there the more charm it clearly took on for him. “Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!” poor Lord John quavered.<|quote|>“Why in the world should... | it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!” And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower. “See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-ni... | is bang the door in their faces, have the show immediately stopped?” He turned with the attraction of this idea from one of his listeners to the other. “It’s _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, surely!--and I can do just as I choose with it.” “Ah, but isn’t that the very point?” --and Lady Sandgate put it to Lord John. “Isn’... | --and Lord Theign was upon him again for the purpose. “Because I had rather give the cursed thing away outright and for good and all than that it should hang out there another day in the interest of such equivocations!” Lady Sandgate’s dismay yielded to her wonder, and her wonder apparently in turn to her amusement. “‘... | reply, so that Lord John went on, unconscious apparently of the still more suspicious study to which he exposed himself. “Besides which there _are_ no things of that magnitude knocking about, don’t you know?--they’ve _got_ to be worked up first if they’re to reach the grand publicity of the Figure! Would you mind,” he ... | pretty well. You urge his case, my honour, quite as if you were assured of a commission on the job--on a fine ascending scale! Has he put you up to that proposition, eh? _Do_ you get a handsome percentage and _are_ you to make a good thing of it?” The young man coloured under this stinging pleasantry--whether from a go... | The Outcry |
“What then am I to say to them?” | Lord John | a month ago at Dedborough.”<|quote|>“What then am I to say to them?”</|quote|>Lord John spoke but after | than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.”<|quote|>“What then am I to say to them?”</|quote|>Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which | the more charm it clearly took on for him. “Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!” poor Lord John quavered. “Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.”<|quote|>“What then am I to say to them?”</|quote|>Lord... | longer to flower. “See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” The more the entertainer of that vision held it there the more charm it clearly ... | one of his listeners to the other. “It’s _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, surely!--and I can do just as I choose with it.” “Ah, but isn’t that the very point?” --and Lady Sandgate put it to Lord John. “Isn’t it Bender’s show much more than his?” Her invoked authority, however, in answer to this, made but a motion of disap... | for good and all than that it should hang out there another day in the interest of such equivocations!” Lady Sandgate’s dismay yielded to her wonder, and her wonder apparently in turn to her amusement. “‘Give it away,’ my dear friend, to a man who only longs to smother you in gold?” Her dear friend, however, had lost p... | which there _are_ no things of that magnitude knocking about, don’t you know?--they’ve _got_ to be worked up first if they’re to reach the grand publicity of the Figure! Would you mind,” he continued to his noble monitor, “an agreement on some such basis as _this_?--that you shall resign yourself to the biggest equival... | more every minute that I’m conscious of it; so that, hang it, if one thinks of it, why shouldn’t I, for my relief, do again, damme, _what I like_?--that is bang the door in their faces, have the show immediately stopped?” He turned with the attraction of this idea from one of his listeners to the other. “It’s _my_ show... | The Outcry |
Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter. | No speaker | I to say to them?”<|quote|>Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter.</|quote|>“Say anything that comes into | at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?”<|quote|>Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter.</|quote|>“Say anything that comes into your c... | him. “Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!” poor Lord John quavered. “Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?”<|quote|>Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during whi... | right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” The more the entertainer of that vision held it there the more charm it clearly took on for him. “Have the picture removed from... | _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, surely!--and I can do just as I choose with it.” “Ah, but isn’t that the very point?” --and Lady Sandgate put it to Lord John. “Isn’t it Bender’s show much more than his?” Her invoked authority, however, in answer to this, made but a motion of disappointment and disgust at so much rank fol... | hang out there another day in the interest of such equivocations!” Lady Sandgate’s dismay yielded to her wonder, and her wonder apparently in turn to her amusement. “‘Give it away,’ my dear friend, to a man who only longs to smother you in gold?” Her dear friend, however, had lost patience with her levity. “Give it awa... | knocking about, don’t you know?--they’ve _got_ to be worked up first if they’re to reach the grand publicity of the Figure! Would you mind,” he continued to his noble monitor, “an agreement on some such basis as _this_?--that you shall resign yourself to the biggest equivalent you’ll squeamishly consent to take, if it’... | “As he’s to come to you himself--and I don’t know why the mischief he doesn’t come!--he will answer you that graceful question.” “Will he answer it,” Lord Theign asked, “with the veracity that the suggestion you’ve just made on his behalf represents him as so beautifully adhering to?” On which he again quite fiercely t... | The Outcry |
“Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!” | Theign | have done with the matter.<|quote|>“Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate sighed to the | replied as if wholly to have done with the matter.<|quote|>“Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign | a month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter.<|quote|>“Say anything that comes into you... | that vision held it there the more charm it clearly took on for him. “Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!” poor Lord John quavered. “Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to th... | Her invoked authority, however, in answer to this, made but a motion of disappointment and disgust at so much rank folly--while Lord Theign, on the other hand, followed up his happy thought. “Then if it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!” And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longe... | only longs to smother you in gold?” Her dear friend, however, had lost patience with her levity. “Give it away--just for a luxury of protest and a stoppage of chatter--to some cause as unlike as possible that of Mr. Bender’s power of sound and his splendid reputation: to the Public, to the Authorities, to the Thingumbo... | _this_?--that you shall resign yourself to the biggest equivalent you’ll squeamishly consent to take, if it’s at the same time the smallest he’ll squeamishly consent to offer; but that, that done, you shall leave him free----” Lady Sandgate took it up straight, rounding it off, as their companion only waited. “Leave hi... | one of his listeners to the other. “It’s _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, surely!--and I can do just as I choose with it.” “Ah, but isn’t that the very point?” --and Lady Sandgate put it to Lord John. “Isn’t it Bender’s show much more than his?” Her invoked authority, however, in answer to this, made but a motion of disap... | The Outcry |
Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The latter seemed still to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously. | No speaker | there’s anything else _for_ you!”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The latter seemed still to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously.</|quote|>“Those are absolutely your sentiments?” | I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The latter seemed still to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously.</|quote|>“Those are absolutely your sentiments?”... | a long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter. “Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate s... | from view and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!” poor Lord John quavered. “Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an obse... | much rank folly--while Lord Theign, on the other hand, followed up his happy thought. “Then if it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!” And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower. “See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to... | it away--just for a luxury of protest and a stoppage of chatter--to some cause as unlike as possible that of Mr. Bender’s power of sound and his splendid reputation: to the Public, to the Authorities, to the Thingumbob, to the Nation!” Lady Sandgate broke into horror while Lord John stood sombre and stupefied. “Ah, my ... | same time the smallest he’ll squeamishly consent to offer; but that, that done, you shall leave him free----” Lady Sandgate took it up straight, rounding it off, as their companion only waited. “Leave him free to talk about the sum offered and the sum taken as practically one and the same?” “Ah, you know,” Lord John di... | his?” Her invoked authority, however, in answer to this, made but a motion of disappointment and disgust at so much rank folly--while Lord Theign, on the other hand, followed up his happy thought. “Then if it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!” And it took his lordship’s inspiration no... | The Outcry |
“Those are absolutely your sentiments?” | Lord John | eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously.<|quote|>“Those are absolutely your sentiments?”</|quote|>“Those are absolutely my sentiments” | his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously.<|quote|>“Those are absolutely your sentiments?”</|quote|>“Those are absolutely my sentiments” --and Lord Theign brought this | the matter. “Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The latter seemed still to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentous... | of me a month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter. “Say anything that comes into your ... | And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower. “See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” The more the entertainer of that visio... | the Public, to the Authorities, to the Thingumbob, to the Nation!” Lady Sandgate broke into horror while Lord John stood sombre and stupefied. “Ah, my dear creature, you’ve flights of extravagance----!” “One thing’s very certain,” Lord Theign quite heedlessly pursued-- “that the thought of my property on view there doe... | only waited. “Leave him free to talk about the sum offered and the sum taken as practically one and the same?” “Ah, you know,” Lord John discriminated, “he doesn’t ‘talk’ so much himself--there’s really nothing blatant or crude about poor Bender. It’s the rate at which--by the very way he’s ‘fixed’: an awful way indeed... | yielded to her wonder, and her wonder apparently in turn to her amusement. “‘Give it away,’ my dear friend, to a man who only longs to smother you in gold?” Her dear friend, however, had lost patience with her levity. “Give it away--just for a luxury of protest and a stoppage of chatter--to some cause as unlike as poss... | The Outcry |
“Those are absolutely my sentiments” | Theign | “Those are absolutely your sentiments?”<|quote|>“Those are absolutely my sentiments”</|quote|>--and Lord Theign brought this | eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously. “Those are absolutely your sentiments?”<|quote|>“Those are absolutely my sentiments”</|quote|>--and Lord Theign brought this out as with the force | comes into your clever head. I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The latter seemed still to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously. “Those are absolutely your ... | at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter. “Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don... | inspiration no longer to flower. “See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” The more the entertainer of that vision held it there the more ch... | to the Thingumbob, to the Nation!” Lady Sandgate broke into horror while Lord John stood sombre and stupefied. “Ah, my dear creature, you’ve flights of extravagance----!” “One thing’s very certain,” Lord Theign quite heedlessly pursued-- “that the thought of my property on view there does give intolerably on my nerves,... | to talk about the sum offered and the sum taken as practically one and the same?” “Ah, you know,” Lord John discriminated, “he doesn’t ‘talk’ so much himself--there’s really nothing blatant or crude about poor Bender. It’s the rate at which--by the very way he’s ‘fixed’: an awful way indeed, I grant you!--a perfect arm... | it Bender’s show much more than his?” Her invoked authority, however, in answer to this, made but a motion of disappointment and disgust at so much rank folly--while Lord Theign, on the other hand, followed up his happy thought. “Then if it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!” And it to... | The Outcry |
--and Lord Theign brought this out as with the force of a physical push. | No speaker | “Those are absolutely my sentiments”<|quote|>--and Lord Theign brought this out as with the force of a physical push.</|quote|>“Very well then!” But the | “Those are absolutely your sentiments?” “Those are absolutely my sentiments”<|quote|>--and Lord Theign brought this out as with the force of a physical push.</|quote|>“Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a | I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The latter seemed still to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously. “Those are absolutely your sentiments?” “Those are absol... | I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter. “Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don’t really see that there’s any... | “See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” The more the entertainer of that vision held it there the more charm it clearly took on for him. “... | Nation!” Lady Sandgate broke into horror while Lord John stood sombre and stupefied. “Ah, my dear creature, you’ve flights of extravagance----!” “One thing’s very certain,” Lord Theign quite heedlessly pursued-- “that the thought of my property on view there does give intolerably on my nerves, more and more every minut... | offered and the sum taken as practically one and the same?” “Ah, you know,” Lord John discriminated, “he doesn’t ‘talk’ so much himself--there’s really nothing blatant or crude about poor Bender. It’s the rate at which--by the very way he’s ‘fixed’: an awful way indeed, I grant you!--a perfect army of reporter-wretches... | Lord Theign, on the other hand, followed up his happy thought. “Then if it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!” And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower. “See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!” “... | The Outcry |
“Very well then!” | Lord John | force of a physical push.<|quote|>“Very well then!”</|quote|>But the young man, indulging | this out as with the force of a physical push.<|quote|>“Very well then!”</|quote|>But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly | the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The latter seemed still to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously. “Those are absolutely your sentiments?” “Those are absolutely my sentiments” --and Lord Theign brought this out as with the force of a phys... | which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter. “Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who ga... | from me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” The more the entertainer of that vision held it there the more charm it clearly took on for him. “Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _t... | my dear creature, you’ve flights of extravagance----!” “One thing’s very certain,” Lord Theign quite heedlessly pursued-- “that the thought of my property on view there does give intolerably on my nerves, more and more every minute that I’m conscious of it; so that, hang it, if one thinks of it, why shouldn’t I, for my... | Lord John discriminated, “he doesn’t ‘talk’ so much himself--there’s really nothing blatant or crude about poor Bender. It’s the rate at which--by the very way he’s ‘fixed’: an awful way indeed, I grant you!--a perfect army of reporter-wretches, close at his heels, are always talking for him and of him.” Lord Theign sp... | outright and for good and all than that it should hang out there another day in the interest of such equivocations!” Lady Sandgate’s dismay yielded to her wonder, and her wonder apparently in turn to her amusement. “‘Give it away,’ my dear friend, to a man who only longs to smother you in gold?” Her dear friend, howeve... | The Outcry |
But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. | No speaker | physical push. “Very well then!”<|quote|>But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong.</|quote|>“Not one more day?” Lord | with the force of a physical push. “Very well then!”<|quote|>But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong.</|quote|>“Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. | gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The latter seemed still to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously. “Those are absolutely your sentiments?” “Those are absolutely my sentiments” --and Lord Theign brought this out as with the force of a physical push. “Very we... | only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter. “Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign sa... | shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” The more the entertainer of that vision held it there the more charm it clearly took on for him. “Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!... | you’ve flights of extravagance----!” “One thing’s very certain,” Lord Theign quite heedlessly pursued-- “that the thought of my property on view there does give intolerably on my nerves, more and more every minute that I’m conscious of it; so that, hang it, if one thinks of it, why shouldn’t I, for my relief, do again,... | “he doesn’t ‘talk’ so much himself--there’s really nothing blatant or crude about poor Bender. It’s the rate at which--by the very way he’s ‘fixed’: an awful way indeed, I grant you!--a perfect army of reporter-wretches, close at his heels, are always talking for him and of him.” Lord Theign spoke hereupon at last with... | he again quite fiercely turned his back and recovered his detachment, the others giving way behind him to a blanker dismay. Lord John, in spite of this however, pumped up a tone. “I don’t see why you should speak as if I were urging some abomination.” “Then I’ll tell you why!” --and Lord Theign was upon him again for t... | The Outcry |
“Not one more day?” | Lord John | was, of his own wrong.<|quote|>“Not one more day?”</|quote|>Lord Theign only waved him | of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong.<|quote|>“Not one more day?”</|quote|>Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” | my sentiments” --and Lord Theign brought this out as with the force of a physical push. “Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong.<|quote|>“Not one more day?”</|quote|>Lord Theign only... | clever head. I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The latter seemed still to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously. “Those are absolutely your sentiments?” “Th... | more charm it clearly took on for him. “Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!” poor Lord John quavered. “Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after... | every minute that I’m conscious of it; so that, hang it, if one thinks of it, why shouldn’t I, for my relief, do again, damme, _what I like_?--that is bang the door in their faces, have the show immediately stopped?” He turned with the attraction of this idea from one of his listeners to the other. “It’s _my_ show--it ... | perfect army of reporter-wretches, close at his heels, are always talking for him and of him.” Lord Theign spoke hereupon at last with the air as of an impulse that had been slowly gathering force. “_You_ talk for him, my dear chap, pretty well. You urge his case, my honour, quite as if you were assured of a commission... | Bender’s, surely!--and I can do just as I choose with it.” “Ah, but isn’t that the very point?” --and Lady Sandgate put it to Lord John. “Isn’t it Bender’s show much more than his?” Her invoked authority, however, in answer to this, made but a motion of disappointment and disgust at so much rank folly--while Lord Theig... | The Outcry |
Lord Theign only waved him away. | No speaker | wrong. “Not one more day?”<|quote|>Lord Theign only waved him away.</|quote|>“Not one more hour!” He | it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?”<|quote|>Lord Theign only waved him away.</|quote|>“Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this | Theign brought this out as with the force of a physical push. “Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?”<|quote|>Lord Theign only waved him away.</|quote|>“Not one ... | really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The latter seemed still to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously. “Those are absolutely your sentiments?” “Those are absolutely my... | took on for him. “Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!” poor Lord John quavered. “Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during... | conscious of it; so that, hang it, if one thinks of it, why shouldn’t I, for my relief, do again, damme, _what I like_?--that is bang the door in their faces, have the show immediately stopped?” He turned with the attraction of this idea from one of his listeners to the other. “It’s _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, surely... | close at his heels, are always talking for him and of him.” Lord Theign spoke hereupon at last with the air as of an impulse that had been slowly gathering force. “_You_ talk for him, my dear chap, pretty well. You urge his case, my honour, quite as if you were assured of a commission on the job--on a fine ascending sc... | flights of extravagance----!” “One thing’s very certain,” Lord Theign quite heedlessly pursued-- “that the thought of my property on view there does give intolerably on my nerves, more and more every minute that I’m conscious of it; so that, hang it, if one thinks of it, why shouldn’t I, for my relief, do again, damme,... | The Outcry |
“Not one more hour!” | Theign | Theign only waved him away.<|quote|>“Not one more hour!”</|quote|>He paused at the door, | “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away.<|quote|>“Not one more hour!”</|quote|>He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if | the force of a physical push. “Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away.<|quote|>“Not one more hour!”</|quote|>He paused at the doo... | _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The latter seemed still to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously. “Those are absolutely your sentiments?” “Those are absolutely my sentiments” --and Lord Theign brought... | picture removed from view and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!” poor Lord John quavered. “Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which he had only looked h... | it, if one thinks of it, why shouldn’t I, for my relief, do again, damme, _what I like_?--that is bang the door in their faces, have the show immediately stopped?” He turned with the attraction of this idea from one of his listeners to the other. “It’s _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, surely!--and I can do just as I choos... | talking for him and of him.” Lord Theign spoke hereupon at last with the air as of an impulse that had been slowly gathering force. “_You_ talk for him, my dear chap, pretty well. You urge his case, my honour, quite as if you were assured of a commission on the job--on a fine ascending scale! Has he put you up to that ... | cause as unlike as possible that of Mr. Bender’s power of sound and his splendid reputation: to the Public, to the Authorities, to the Thingumbob, to the Nation!” Lady Sandgate broke into horror while Lord John stood sombre and stupefied. “Ah, my dear creature, you’ve flights of extravagance----!” “One thing’s very cer... | The Outcry |
He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some supreme protest; but after another prolonged and decisive engagement with the two pairs of eyes that waited, though differently, on his performance, he clapped on his hat as in the rage of his resentment and departed on his mission. III | No speaker | away. “Not one more hour!”<|quote|>He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some supreme protest; but after another prolonged and decisive engagement with the two pairs of eyes that waited, though differently, on his performance, he clapped on his hat as in the rage of his resentment and departed on h... | Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!”<|quote|>He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some supreme protest; but after another prolonged and decisive engagement with the two pairs of eyes that waited, though differently, on his performance, he clapped on his hat as in the rage of his r... | physical push. “Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!”<|quote|>He paused at the door, this reluctant spokes... | sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The latter seemed still to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously. “Those are absolutely your sentiments?” “Those are absolutely my sentiments” --and Lord Theign brought this out as with the force... | and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!” poor Lord John quavered. “Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might... | of it, why shouldn’t I, for my relief, do again, damme, _what I like_?--that is bang the door in their faces, have the show immediately stopped?” He turned with the attraction of this idea from one of his listeners to the other. “It’s _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, surely!--and I can do just as I choose with it.” “Ah, b... | of him.” Lord Theign spoke hereupon at last with the air as of an impulse that had been slowly gathering force. “_You_ talk for him, my dear chap, pretty well. You urge his case, my honour, quite as if you were assured of a commission on the job--on a fine ascending scale! Has he put you up to that proposition, eh? _Do... | there the more charm it clearly took on for him. “Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!” poor Lord John quavered. “Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke... | The Outcry |
“He can’t bear to do it, poor man!” | Lady Sandgate | departed on his mission. III<|quote|>“He can’t bear to do it, poor man!”</|quote|>Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to | rage of his resentment and departed on his mission. III<|quote|>“He can’t bear to do it, poor man!”</|quote|>Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord | at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some supreme protest; but after another prolonged and decisive engagement with the two pairs of eyes that waited, though differently, on his performance, he clapped on his hat as in the rage of his resentment and departed on his mission. III<|quote|>“He can’t bear to do ... | “Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some sup... | which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter. “Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who ga... | as I choose with it.” “Ah, but isn’t that the very point?” --and Lady Sandgate put it to Lord John. “Isn’t it Bender’s show much more than his?” Her invoked authority, however, in answer to this, made but a motion of disappointment and disgust at so much rank folly--while Lord Theign, on the other hand, followed up his... | Has he put you up to that proposition, eh? _Do_ you get a handsome percentage and _are_ you to make a good thing of it?” The young man coloured under this stinging pleasantry--whether from a good conscience affronted or from a bad one made worse; but he otherwise showed a bold front, only bending his eyes a moment on h... | the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to ha... | The Outcry |
Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. | No speaker | to do it, poor man!”<|quote|>Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street.</|quote|>“I dare say not!” --Lord | mission. III “He can’t bear to do it, poor man!”<|quote|>Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street.</|quote|>“I dare say not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity | for some supreme protest; but after another prolonged and decisive engagement with the two pairs of eyes that waited, though differently, on his performance, he clapped on his hat as in the rage of his resentment and departed on his mission. III “He can’t bear to do it, poor man!”<|quote|>Lady Sand-gate ruefully remark... | in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some supreme protest; but after another prolonged and d... | might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter. “Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The lat... | that the very point?” --and Lady Sandgate put it to Lord John. “Isn’t it Bender’s show much more than his?” Her invoked authority, however, in answer to this, made but a motion of disappointment and disgust at so much rank folly--while Lord Theign, on the other hand, followed up his happy thought. “Then if it’s Bender’... | eh? _Do_ you get a handsome percentage and _are_ you to make a good thing of it?” The young man coloured under this stinging pleasantry--whether from a good conscience affronted or from a bad one made worse; but he otherwise showed a bold front, only bending his eyes a moment on his watch. “As he’s to come to you himse... | in answer to this, made but a motion of disappointment and disgust at so much rank folly--while Lord Theign, on the other hand, followed up his happy thought. “Then if it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!” And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower. “See here, John--do... | The Outcry |
“I dare say not!” | Theign | dashed out to Bond Street.<|quote|>“I dare say not!”</|quote|>--Lord Theign, flushed with the | John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street.<|quote|>“I dare say not!”</|quote|>--Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little | differently, on his performance, he clapped on his hat as in the rage of his resentment and departed on his mission. III “He can’t bear to do it, poor man!” Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street.<|quote|>“I dare say not!”</|quote|>... | it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some supreme protest; but after another prolonged and decisive engagement with the two pairs of eyes that waited, though differently, on his performance, he clap... | “Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The latter seemed still to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously. “Those a... | Her invoked authority, however, in answer to this, made but a motion of disappointment and disgust at so much rank folly--while Lord Theign, on the other hand, followed up his happy thought. “Then if it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!” And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longe... | coloured under this stinging pleasantry--whether from a good conscience affronted or from a bad one made worse; but he otherwise showed a bold front, only bending his eyes a moment on his watch. “As he’s to come to you himself--and I don’t know why the mischief he doesn’t come!--he will answer you that graceful questio... | The more the entertainer of that vision held it there the more charm it clearly took on for him. “Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!” poor Lord John quavered. “Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.” ... | The Outcry |
--Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little of that. | No speaker | Street. “I dare say not!”<|quote|>--Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little of that.</|quote|>“But he goes too far, | pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare say not!”<|quote|>--Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little of that.</|quote|>“But he goes too far, you see, and it clears | he clapped on his hat as in the rage of his resentment and departed on his mission. III “He can’t bear to do it, poor man!” Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare say not!”<|quote|>--Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity o... | own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some supreme protest; but after another prolonged and decisive engagement with the two pairs of eyes that waited, though differently, on his performance, he clapped on his hat ... | into your clever head. I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The latter seemed still to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously. “Those are absolutely your sentim... | in answer to this, made but a motion of disappointment and disgust at so much rank folly--while Lord Theign, on the other hand, followed up his happy thought. “Then if it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!” And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower. “See here, John--do... | pleasantry--whether from a good conscience affronted or from a bad one made worse; but he otherwise showed a bold front, only bending his eyes a moment on his watch. “As he’s to come to you himself--and I don’t know why the mischief he doesn’t come!--he will answer you that graceful question.” “Will he answer it,” Lord... | _that_ of me!” poor Lord John quavered. “Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskma... | The Outcry |
“But he goes too far, you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore” | Theign | self-expression, made little of that.<|quote|>“But he goes too far, you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore”</|quote|>--and he glanced at the | flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little of that.<|quote|>“But he goes too far, you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore”</|quote|>--and he glanced at the clock-- “I must go to | and departed on his mission. III “He can’t bear to do it, poor man!” Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare say not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little of that.<|quote|>“But he goes to... | “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some supreme protest; but after another prolonged and decisive engagement with the two pairs of eyes that waited, though differently, on his performance, he clapped on his hat as in the rage of his resentment and departed on his mission. ... | _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The latter seemed still to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously. “Those are absolutely your sentiments?” “Those are absolutely my sentiments” --and Lord Theign brought... | at so much rank folly--while Lord Theign, on the other hand, followed up his happy thought. “Then if it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!” And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower. “See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from... | worse; but he otherwise showed a bold front, only bending his eyes a moment on his watch. “As he’s to come to you himself--and I don’t know why the mischief he doesn’t come!--he will answer you that graceful question.” “Will he answer it,” Lord Theign asked, “with the veracity that the suggestion you’ve just made on hi... | poor Lord John quavered. “Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That per... | The Outcry |
--and he glanced at the clock-- | No speaker | clears the air--pouah! Now therefore”<|quote|>--and he glanced at the clock--</|quote|>“I must go to Kitty.” | far, you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore”<|quote|>--and he glanced at the clock--</|quote|>“I must go to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady | Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare say not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little of that. “But he goes too far, you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore”<|quote|>--and he... | for some supreme protest; but after another prolonged and decisive engagement with the two pairs of eyes that waited, though differently, on his performance, he clapped on his hat as in the rage of his resentment and departed on his mission. III “He can’t bear to do it, poor man!” Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to he... | positive stiffness. The latter seemed still to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously. “Those are absolutely your sentiments?” “Those are absolutely my sentiments” --and Lord Theign brought this out as with the force of a physical push. “Very well then!” But the you... | happy thought. “Then if it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!” And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower. “See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently... | on his watch. “As he’s to come to you himself--and I don’t know why the mischief he doesn’t come!--he will answer you that graceful question.” “Will he answer it,” Lord Theign asked, “with the veracity that the suggestion you’ve just made on his behalf represents him as so beautifully adhering to?” On which he again qu... | the Nation!” Lady Sandgate broke into horror while Lord John stood sombre and stupefied. “Ah, my dear creature, you’ve flights of extravagance----!” “One thing’s very certain,” Lord Theign quite heedlessly pursued-- “that the thought of my property on view there does give intolerably on my nerves, more and more every m... | The Outcry |
“I must go to Kitty.” | Theign | he glanced at the clock--<|quote|>“I must go to Kitty.”</|quote|>“Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady | the air--pouah! Now therefore” --and he glanced at the clock--<|quote|>“I must go to Kitty.”</|quote|>“Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you | remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare say not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little of that. “But he goes too far, you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore” --and he glanced at the clock--<|quote|>“I must go to Ki... | another prolonged and decisive engagement with the two pairs of eyes that waited, though differently, on his performance, he clapped on his hat as in the rage of his resentment and departed on his mission. III “He can’t bear to do it, poor man!” Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John ha... | to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously. “Those are absolutely your sentiments?” “Those are absolutely my sentiments” --and Lord Theign brought this out as with the force of a physical push. “Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinis... | show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!” And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower. “See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it ... | come to you himself--and I don’t know why the mischief he doesn’t come!--he will answer you that graceful question.” “Will he answer it,” Lord Theign asked, “with the veracity that the suggestion you’ve just made on his behalf represents him as so beautifully adhering to?” On which he again quite fiercely turned his ba... | to this, made but a motion of disappointment and disgust at so much rank folly--while Lord Theign, on the other hand, followed up his happy thought. “Then if it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!” And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower. “See here, John--do this: go ... | The Outcry |
“Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” | Lady Sandgate | “I must go to Kitty.”<|quote|>“Kitty--with what Kitty wants,”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank | he glanced at the clock-- “I must go to Kitty.”<|quote|>“Kitty--with what Kitty wants,”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you for _that!_” “She never | had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare say not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little of that. “But he goes too far, you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore” --and he glanced at the clock-- “I must go to Kitty.”<|quote|>“Kitty--with what Kitty wa... | with the two pairs of eyes that waited, though differently, on his performance, he clapped on his hat as in the rage of his resentment and departed on his mission. III “He can’t bear to do it, poor man!” Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to B... | then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously. “Those are absolutely your sentiments?” “Those are absolutely my sentiments” --and Lord Theign brought this out as with the force of a physical push. “Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the ar... | it is, there’s all the more reason!” And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower. “See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” T... | don’t know why the mischief he doesn’t come!--he will answer you that graceful question.” “Will he answer it,” Lord Theign asked, “with the veracity that the suggestion you’ve just made on his behalf represents him as so beautifully adhering to?” On which he again quite fiercely turned his back and recovered his detach... | view and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!” poor Lord John quavered. “Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer ... | The Outcry |
Lady Sandgate opined-- | No speaker | Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate opined--</|quote|>“won’t thank you for _that!_” | clock-- “I must go to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate opined--</|quote|>“won’t thank you for _that!_” “She never thanks me for | dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare say not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little of that. “But he goes too far, you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore” --and he glanced at the clock-- “I must go to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate opined--<... | of eyes that waited, though differently, on his performance, he clapped on his hat as in the rage of his resentment and departed on his mission. III “He can’t bear to do it, poor man!” Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare... | friend significantly--almost portentously. “Those are absolutely your sentiments?” “Those are absolutely my sentiments” --and Lord Theign brought this out as with the force of a physical push. “Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sur... | the more reason!” And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower. “See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” The more the enterta... | mischief he doesn’t come!--he will answer you that graceful question.” “Will he answer it,” Lord Theign asked, “with the veracity that the suggestion you’ve just made on his behalf represents him as so beautifully adhering to?” On which he again quite fiercely turned his back and recovered his detachment, the others gi... | up his happy thought. “Then if it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!” And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower. “See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abho... | The Outcry |
“won’t thank you for _that!_” | Lady Sandgate | Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined--<|quote|>“won’t thank you for _that!_”</|quote|>“She never thanks me for | go to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined--<|quote|>“won’t thank you for _that!_”</|quote|>“She never thanks me for anything” --and the fact of | Bond Street. “I dare say not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little of that. “But he goes too far, you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore” --and he glanced at the clock-- “I must go to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined--<|quote|>“won’t thank y... | waited, though differently, on his performance, he clapped on his hat as in the rage of his resentment and departed on his mission. III “He can’t bear to do it, poor man!” Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare say not!” --... | “Those are absolutely your sentiments?” “Those are absolutely my sentiments” --and Lord Theign brought this out as with the force of a physical push. “Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his ow... | And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower. “See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” The more the entertainer of that visio... | come!--he will answer you that graceful question.” “Will he answer it,” Lord Theign asked, “with the veracity that the suggestion you’ve just made on his behalf represents him as so beautifully adhering to?” On which he again quite fiercely turned his back and recovered his detachment, the others giving way behind him ... | and end it: see?” The more the entertainer of that vision held it there the more charm it clearly took on for him. “Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!” poor Lord John quavered. “Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ag... | The Outcry |
“She never thanks me for anything” | Theign | “won’t thank you for _that!_”<|quote|>“She never thanks me for anything”</|quote|>--and the fact of his | Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you for _that!_”<|quote|>“She never thanks me for anything”</|quote|>--and the fact of his resignation clearly added here to | not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little of that. “But he goes too far, you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore” --and he glanced at the clock-- “I must go to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you for _that!_”<|quote|>“She neve... | performance, he clapped on his hat as in the rage of his resentment and departed on his mission. III “He can’t bear to do it, poor man!” Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare say not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felic... | “Those are absolutely my sentiments” --and Lord Theign brought this out as with the force of a physical push. “Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign... | inspiration no longer to flower. “See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” The more the entertainer of that vision held it there the more ch... | graceful question.” “Will he answer it,” Lord Theign asked, “with the veracity that the suggestion you’ve just made on his behalf represents him as so beautifully adhering to?” On which he again quite fiercely turned his back and recovered his detachment, the others giving way behind him to a blanker dismay. Lord John... | to Lord John. “Isn’t it Bender’s show much more than his?” Her invoked authority, however, in answer to this, made but a motion of disappointment and disgust at so much rank folly--while Lord Theign, on the other hand, followed up his happy thought. “Then if it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the mo... | The Outcry |
--and the fact of his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness. | No speaker | never thanks me for anything”<|quote|>--and the fact of his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness.</|quote|>“So it’s no great loss!” | thank you for _that!_” “She never thanks me for anything”<|quote|>--and the fact of his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness.</|quote|>“So it’s no great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,” | felicity of self-expression, made little of that. “But he goes too far, you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore” --and he glanced at the clock-- “I must go to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you for _that!_” “She never thanks me for anything”<|quote|>--and the fa... | as in the rage of his resentment and departed on his mission. III “He can’t bear to do it, poor man!” Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare say not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little... | Lord Theign brought this out as with the force of a physical push. “Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” ... | here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” The more the entertainer of that vision held it there the more charm it clearly took on for him. “Have ... | Lord Theign asked, “with the veracity that the suggestion you’ve just made on his behalf represents him as so beautifully adhering to?” On which he again quite fiercely turned his back and recovered his detachment, the others giving way behind him to a blanker dismay. Lord John, in spite of this however, pumped up a t... | Theign quite heedlessly pursued-- “that the thought of my property on view there does give intolerably on my nerves, more and more every minute that I’m conscious of it; so that, hang it, if one thinks of it, why shouldn’t I, for my relief, do again, damme, _what I like_?--that is bang the door in their faces, have the... | The Outcry |
“So it’s no great loss!” | Theign | added here to his bitterness.<|quote|>“So it’s no great loss!”</|quote|>“Won’t you at any rate,” | fact of his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness.<|quote|>“So it’s no great loss!”</|quote|>“Won’t you at any rate,” his hostess asked, “wait for | you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore” --and he glanced at the clock-- “I must go to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you for _that!_” “She never thanks me for anything” --and the fact of his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness.<|quote|>“So it’s no ... | III “He can’t bear to do it, poor man!” Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare say not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little of that. “But he goes too far, you see, and it clears the air... | push. “Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for so... | them from me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” The more the entertainer of that vision held it there the more charm it clearly took on for him. “Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.” “You seriously a... | on his behalf represents him as so beautifully adhering to?” On which he again quite fiercely turned his back and recovered his detachment, the others giving way behind him to a blanker dismay. Lord John, in spite of this however, pumped up a tone. “I don’t see why you should speak as if I were urging some abomination... | that the very point?” --and Lady Sandgate put it to Lord John. “Isn’t it Bender’s show much more than his?” Her invoked authority, however, in answer to this, made but a motion of disappointment and disgust at so much rank folly--while Lord Theign, on the other hand, followed up his happy thought. “Then if it’s Bender’... | The Outcry |
“Won’t you at any rate,” | Lady Sandgate | “So it’s no great loss!”<|quote|>“Won’t you at any rate,”</|quote|>his hostess asked, “wait for | added here to his bitterness. “So it’s no great loss!”<|quote|>“Won’t you at any rate,”</|quote|>his hostess asked, “wait for Bender?” His lordship cast it | the air--pouah! Now therefore” --and he glanced at the clock-- “I must go to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you for _that!_” “She never thanks me for anything” --and the fact of his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness. “So it’s no great loss!”<|quote|>“Won’t you... | do it, poor man!” Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare say not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little of that. “But he goes too far, you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore... | the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some supreme protest; but afte... | straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” The more the entertainer of that vision held it there the more charm it clearly took on for him. “Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!” poo... | as so beautifully adhering to?” On which he again quite fiercely turned his back and recovered his detachment, the others giving way behind him to a blanker dismay. Lord John, in spite of this however, pumped up a tone. “I don’t see why you should speak as if I were urging some abomination.” “Then I’ll tell you why!” ... | Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter. “Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don’t ... | The Outcry |
his hostess asked, | No speaker | “Won’t you at any rate,”<|quote|>his hostess asked,</|quote|>“wait for Bender?” His lordship | “So it’s no great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,”<|quote|>his hostess asked,</|quote|>“wait for Bender?” His lordship cast it to the winds. | he glanced at the clock-- “I must go to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you for _that!_” “She never thanks me for anything” --and the fact of his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness. “So it’s no great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,”<|quote|>his hostess asked,</|q... | Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare say not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little of that. “But he goes too far, you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore” --and he glanced at t... | a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some supreme protest; but after another prolonged and deci... | the young man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” The more the entertainer of that vision held it there the more charm it clearly took on for him. “Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!” poor Lord John quavered. “Why in the world ... | On which he again quite fiercely turned his back and recovered his detachment, the others giving way behind him to a blanker dismay. Lord John, in spite of this however, pumped up a tone. “I don’t see why you should speak as if I were urging some abomination.” “Then I’ll tell you why!” --and Lord Theign was upon him a... | entertainer of that vision held it there the more charm it clearly took on for him. “Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!” poor Lord John quavered. “Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am... | The Outcry |
“wait for Bender?” | Lady Sandgate | any rate,” his hostess asked,<|quote|>“wait for Bender?”</|quote|>His lordship cast it to | great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,” his hostess asked,<|quote|>“wait for Bender?”</|quote|>His lordship cast it to the winds. “What have I | the clock-- “I must go to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you for _that!_” “She never thanks me for anything” --and the fact of his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness. “So it’s no great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,” his hostess asked,<|quote|>“wait for Bender?... | to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare say not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little of that. “But he goes too far, you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore” --and he glanced at the clock-- “I must go to Kit... | fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some supreme protest; but after another prolonged and decisive engage... | abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” The more the entertainer of that vision held it there the more charm it clearly took on for him. “Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!” poor Lord John quavered. “Why in the world shouldn’t I? I... | again quite fiercely turned his back and recovered his detachment, the others giving way behind him to a blanker dismay. Lord John, in spite of this however, pumped up a tone. “I don’t see why you should speak as if I were urging some abomination.” “Then I’ll tell you why!” --and Lord Theign was upon him again for the ... | thinks of it, why shouldn’t I, for my relief, do again, damme, _what I like_?--that is bang the door in their faces, have the show immediately stopped?” He turned with the attraction of this idea from one of his listeners to the other. “It’s _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, surely!--and I can do just as I choose with it.”... | The Outcry |
His lordship cast it to the winds. | No speaker | hostess asked, “wait for Bender?”<|quote|>His lordship cast it to the winds.</|quote|>“What have I to do | you at any rate,” his hostess asked, “wait for Bender?”<|quote|>His lordship cast it to the winds.</|quote|>“What have I to do with him now?” “Why surely | must go to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you for _that!_” “She never thanks me for anything” --and the fact of his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness. “So it’s no great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,” his hostess asked, “wait for Bender?”<|quote|>His lordship ... | guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare say not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little of that. “But he goes too far, you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore” --and he glanced at the clock-- “I must go to Kitty.” “Kitty--with... | of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some supreme protest; but after another prolonged and decisive engagement with the two pairs... | it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” The more the entertainer of that vision held it there the more charm it clearly took on for him. “Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!” poor Lord John quavered. “Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than ... | turned his back and recovered his detachment, the others giving way behind him to a blanker dismay. Lord John, in spite of this however, pumped up a tone. “I don’t see why you should speak as if I were urging some abomination.” “Then I’ll tell you why!” --and Lord Theign was upon him again for the purpose. “Because I h... | John quavered. “Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage rep... | The Outcry |
“What have I to do with him now?” | Theign | cast it to the winds.<|quote|>“What have I to do with him now?”</|quote|>“Why surely if he’ll accept | “wait for Bender?” His lordship cast it to the winds.<|quote|>“What have I to do with him now?”</|quote|>“Why surely if he’ll accept your own price--!” Lord Theign | wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you for _that!_” “She never thanks me for anything” --and the fact of his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness. “So it’s no great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,” his hostess asked, “wait for Bender?” His lordship cast it to the winds.<|quote|>“What have I to do wi... | pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare say not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little of that. “But he goes too far, you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore” --and he glanced at the clock-- “I must go to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-... | made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some supreme protest; but after another prolonged and decisive engagement with the two pairs of eyes that waited, though differ... | see?” The more the entertainer of that vision held it there the more charm it clearly took on for him. “Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!” poor Lord John quavered. “Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedboro... | the others giving way behind him to a blanker dismay. Lord John, in spite of this however, pumped up a tone. “I don’t see why you should speak as if I were urging some abomination.” “Then I’ll tell you why!” --and Lord Theign was upon him again for the purpose. “Because I had rather give the cursed thing away outright ... | me a month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter. “Say anything that comes into your cle... | The Outcry |
“Why surely if he’ll accept your own price--!” | Lady Sandgate | to do with him now?”<|quote|>“Why surely if he’ll accept your own price--!”</|quote|>Lord Theign thought--he wondered; and | the winds. “What have I to do with him now?”<|quote|>“Why surely if he’ll accept your own price--!”</|quote|>Lord Theign thought--he wondered; and then as if fairly amused | _that!_” “She never thanks me for anything” --and the fact of his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness. “So it’s no great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,” his hostess asked, “wait for Bender?” His lordship cast it to the winds. “What have I to do with him now?”<|quote|>“Why surely if he’ll accept your own pr... | say not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little of that. “But he goes too far, you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore” --and he glanced at the clock-- “I must go to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you for _that!_” “She never th... | of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some supreme protest; but after another prolonged and decisive engagement with the two pairs of eyes that waited, though differently, on his performance, he clapped on h... | held it there the more charm it clearly took on for him. “Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!” poor Lord John quavered. “Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord Jo... | blanker dismay. Lord John, in spite of this however, pumped up a tone. “I don’t see why you should speak as if I were urging some abomination.” “Then I’ll tell you why!” --and Lord Theign was upon him again for the purpose. “Because I had rather give the cursed thing away outright and for good and all than that it shou... | then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter. “Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The latter seemed ... | The Outcry |
Lord Theign thought--he wondered; and then as if fairly amused at himself: | No speaker | he’ll accept your own price--!”<|quote|>Lord Theign thought--he wondered; and then as if fairly amused at himself:</|quote|>“Hanged if I know what | him now?” “Why surely if he’ll accept your own price--!”<|quote|>Lord Theign thought--he wondered; and then as if fairly amused at himself:</|quote|>“Hanged if I know what _is_ my own price!” After | the fact of his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness. “So it’s no great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,” his hostess asked, “wait for Bender?” His lordship cast it to the winds. “What have I to do with him now?” “Why surely if he’ll accept your own price--!”<|quote|>Lord Theign thought--he wondered; and then... | of self-expression, made little of that. “But he goes too far, you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore” --and he glanced at the clock-- “I must go to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you for _that!_” “She never thanks me for anything” --and the fact of his resigna... | Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some supreme protest; but after another prolonged and decisive engagement with the two pairs of eyes that waited, though differently, on his performance, he clapped on his hat as in the rage of his resentmen... | took on for him. “Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!” poor Lord John quavered. “Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during... | however, pumped up a tone. “I don’t see why you should speak as if I were urging some abomination.” “Then I’ll tell you why!” --and Lord Theign was upon him again for the purpose. “Because I had rather give the cursed thing away outright and for good and all than that it should hang out there another day in the interes... | And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower. “See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” The more the entertainer of that visio... | The Outcry |
“Hanged if I know what _is_ my own price!” | Theign | if fairly amused at himself:<|quote|>“Hanged if I know what _is_ my own price!”</|quote|>After which he went for | thought--he wondered; and then as if fairly amused at himself:<|quote|>“Hanged if I know what _is_ my own price!”</|quote|>After which he went for his hat. “But there’s one | it’s no great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,” his hostess asked, “wait for Bender?” His lordship cast it to the winds. “What have I to do with him now?” “Why surely if he’ll accept your own price--!” Lord Theign thought--he wondered; and then as if fairly amused at himself:<|quote|>“Hanged if I know what _is_ my own pr... | see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore” --and he glanced at the clock-- “I must go to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you for _that!_” “She never thanks me for anything” --and the fact of his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness. “So it’s no great loss!”... | at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some supreme protest; but after another prolonged and decisive engagement with the two pairs of eyes that waited, though differently, on his performance, he clapped on his hat as in the rage of his resentment and departed on his mission. III “He can’t bear to do it, poor... | incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!” poor Lord John quavered. “Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even th... | as if I were urging some abomination.” “Then I’ll tell you why!” --and Lord Theign was upon him again for the purpose. “Because I had rather give the cursed thing away outright and for good and all than that it should hang out there another day in the interest of such equivocations!” Lady Sandgate’s dismay yielded to h... | John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” The more the entertainer of that vision held it there the more charm it clearly took on for him. “Have the pi... | The Outcry |
After which he went for his hat. | No speaker | what _is_ my own price!”<|quote|>After which he went for his hat.</|quote|>“But there’s one thing,” he | himself: “Hanged if I know what _is_ my own price!”<|quote|>After which he went for his hat.</|quote|>“But there’s one thing,” he remembered as he came back | his hostess asked, “wait for Bender?” His lordship cast it to the winds. “What have I to do with him now?” “Why surely if he’ll accept your own price--!” Lord Theign thought--he wondered; and then as if fairly amused at himself: “Hanged if I know what _is_ my own price!”<|quote|>After which he went for his hat.</|quote... | he glanced at the clock-- “I must go to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you for _that!_” “She never thanks me for anything” --and the fact of his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness. “So it’s no great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,” his hostess asked, “wait for B... | some supreme protest; but after another prolonged and decisive engagement with the two pairs of eyes that waited, though differently, on his performance, he clapped on his hat as in the rage of his resentment and departed on his mission. III “He can’t bear to do it, poor man!” Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her re... | Lord John quavered. “Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personag... | tell you why!” --and Lord Theign was upon him again for the purpose. “Because I had rather give the cursed thing away outright and for good and all than that it should hang out there another day in the interest of such equivocations!” Lady Sandgate’s dismay yielded to her wonder, and her wonder apparently in turn to he... | have done with the matter. “Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The latter seemed still to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--al... | The Outcry |
“But there’s one thing,” | Theign | he went for his hat.<|quote|>“But there’s one thing,”</|quote|>he remembered as he came | my own price!” After which he went for his hat.<|quote|>“But there’s one thing,”</|quote|>he remembered as he came back with it: “where’s my | lordship cast it to the winds. “What have I to do with him now?” “Why surely if he’ll accept your own price--!” Lord Theign thought--he wondered; and then as if fairly amused at himself: “Hanged if I know what _is_ my own price!” After which he went for his hat.<|quote|>“But there’s one thing,”</|quote|>he remembered a... | go to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you for _that!_” “She never thanks me for anything” --and the fact of his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness. “So it’s no great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,” his hostess asked, “wait for Bender?” His lordship cast it to th... | and decisive engagement with the two pairs of eyes that waited, though differently, on his performance, he clapped on his hat as in the rage of his resentment and departed on his mission. III “He can’t bear to do it, poor man!” Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme p... | shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done wi... | upon him again for the purpose. “Because I had rather give the cursed thing away outright and for good and all than that it should hang out there another day in the interest of such equivocations!” Lady Sandgate’s dismay yielded to her wonder, and her wonder apparently in turn to her amusement. “‘Give it away,’ my dear... | after another prolonged and decisive engagement with the two pairs of eyes that waited, though differently, on his performance, he clapped on his hat as in the rage of his resentment and departed on his mission. III “He can’t bear to do it, poor man!” Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord J... | The Outcry |
he remembered as he came back with it: | No speaker | hat. “But there’s one thing,”<|quote|>he remembered as he came back with it:</|quote|>“where’s my too, _too_ unnatural | which he went for his hat. “But there’s one thing,”<|quote|>he remembered as he came back with it:</|quote|>“where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?” “If you mean Grace | the winds. “What have I to do with him now?” “Why surely if he’ll accept your own price--!” Lord Theign thought--he wondered; and then as if fairly amused at himself: “Hanged if I know what _is_ my own price!” After which he went for his hat. “But there’s one thing,”<|quote|>he remembered as he came back with it:</|quo... | what Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you for _that!_” “She never thanks me for anything” --and the fact of his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness. “So it’s no great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,” his hostess asked, “wait for Bender?” His lordship cast it to the winds. “What have I to do... | the two pairs of eyes that waited, though differently, on his performance, he clapped on his hat as in the rage of his resentment and departed on his mission. III “He can’t bear to do it, poor man!” Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond S... | jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter. “Say ... | the purpose. “Because I had rather give the cursed thing away outright and for good and all than that it should hang out there another day in the interest of such equivocations!” Lady Sandgate’s dismay yielded to her wonder, and her wonder apparently in turn to her amusement. “‘Give it away,’ my dear friend, to a man w... | me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” The more the entertainer of that vision held it there the more charm it clearly took on for him. “Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ ... | The Outcry |
“where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?” | Theign | he came back with it:<|quote|>“where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?”</|quote|>“If you mean Grace and | one thing,” he remembered as he came back with it:<|quote|>“where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?”</|quote|>“If you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send | him now?” “Why surely if he’ll accept your own price--!” Lord Theign thought--he wondered; and then as if fairly amused at himself: “Hanged if I know what _is_ my own price!” After which he went for his hat. “But there’s one thing,” he remembered as he came back with it:<|quote|>“where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughte... | you for _that!_” “She never thanks me for anything” --and the fact of his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness. “So it’s no great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,” his hostess asked, “wait for Bender?” His lordship cast it to the winds. “What have I to do with him now?” “Why surely if he’ll accept your own pr... | differently, on his performance, he clapped on his hat as in the rage of his resentment and departed on his mission. III “He can’t bear to do it, poor man!” Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare say not!” --Lord Theign, fl... | a month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter. “Say anything that comes into your clever... | cursed thing away outright and for good and all than that it should hang out there another day in the interest of such equivocations!” Lady Sandgate’s dismay yielded to her wonder, and her wonder apparently in turn to her amusement. “‘Give it away,’ my dear friend, to a man who only longs to smother you in gold?” Her d... | dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some supreme protest; but after another prolonged and decisive engagement with the two pairs of eyes t... | The Outcry |
“If you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out.” | Lady Sandgate | my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?”<|quote|>“If you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out.”</|quote|>“Not now” --he bethought himself. | came back with it: “where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?”<|quote|>“If you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out.”</|quote|>“Not now” --he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that | accept your own price--!” Lord Theign thought--he wondered; and then as if fairly amused at himself: “Hanged if I know what _is_ my own price!” After which he went for his hat. “But there’s one thing,” he remembered as he came back with it: “where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?”<|quote|>“If you mean Grace and real... | me for anything” --and the fact of his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness. “So it’s no great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,” his hostess asked, “wait for Bender?” His lordship cast it to the winds. “What have I to do with him now?” “Why surely if he’ll accept your own price--!” Lord Theign thought--he won... | on his hat as in the rage of his resentment and departed on his mission. III “He can’t bear to do it, poor man!” Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare say not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, ... | then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter. “Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don’t really see that the... | good and all than that it should hang out there another day in the interest of such equivocations!” Lady Sandgate’s dismay yielded to her wonder, and her wonder apparently in turn to her amusement. “‘Give it away,’ my dear friend, to a man who only longs to smother you in gold?” Her dear friend, however, had lost patie... | choose with it.” “Ah, but isn’t that the very point?” --and Lady Sandgate put it to Lord John. “Isn’t it Bender’s show much more than his?” Her invoked authority, however, in answer to this, made but a motion of disappointment and disgust at so much rank folly--while Lord Theign, on the other hand, followed up his happ... | The Outcry |
“Not now” | Theign | I’ll send and find out.”<|quote|>“Not now”</|quote|>--he bethought himself. “But does | Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out.”<|quote|>“Not now”</|quote|>--he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that chatterbox?” “Mr. | amused at himself: “Hanged if I know what _is_ my own price!” After which he went for his hat. “But there’s one thing,” he remembered as he came back with it: “where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?” “If you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out.”<|quote|>“Not now”</|quote|>--he bethought himself. “B... | his bitterness. “So it’s no great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,” his hostess asked, “wait for Bender?” His lordship cast it to the winds. “What have I to do with him now?” “Why surely if he’ll accept your own price--!” Lord Theign thought--he wondered; and then as if fairly amused at himself: “Hanged if I know what _i... | his mission. III “He can’t bear to do it, poor man!” Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare say not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little of that. “But he goes too far, you see, and it c... | long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter. “Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to t... | the interest of such equivocations!” Lady Sandgate’s dismay yielded to her wonder, and her wonder apparently in turn to her amusement. “‘Give it away,’ my dear friend, to a man who only longs to smother you in gold?” Her dear friend, however, had lost patience with her levity. “Give it away--just for a luxury of protes... | to this, made but a motion of disappointment and disgust at so much rank folly--while Lord Theign, on the other hand, followed up his happy thought. “Then if it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!” And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower. “See here, John--do this: go ... | The Outcry |
--he bethought himself. | No speaker | and find out.” “Not now”<|quote|>--he bethought himself.</|quote|>“But does she _see_ that | really want her I’ll send and find out.” “Not now”<|quote|>--he bethought himself.</|quote|>“But does she _see_ that chatterbox?” “Mr. Crimble? Yes, she | himself: “Hanged if I know what _is_ my own price!” After which he went for his hat. “But there’s one thing,” he remembered as he came back with it: “where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?” “If you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out.” “Not now”<|quote|>--he bethought himself.</|quote|>“But does sh... | “So it’s no great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,” his hostess asked, “wait for Bender?” His lordship cast it to the winds. “What have I to do with him now?” “Why surely if he’ll accept your own price--!” Lord Theign thought--he wondered; and then as if fairly amused at himself: “Hanged if I know what _is_ my own price!... | III “He can’t bear to do it, poor man!” Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare say not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little of that. “But he goes too far, you see, and it clears the air... | during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter. “Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger,... | of such equivocations!” Lady Sandgate’s dismay yielded to her wonder, and her wonder apparently in turn to her amusement. “‘Give it away,’ my dear friend, to a man who only longs to smother you in gold?” Her dear friend, however, had lost patience with her levity. “Give it away--just for a luxury of protest and a stopp... | his friend significantly--almost portentously. “Those are absolutely your sentiments?” “Those are absolutely my sentiments” --and Lord Theign brought this out as with the force of a physical push. “Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made... | The Outcry |
“But does she _see_ that chatterbox?” | Theign | “Not now” --he bethought himself.<|quote|>“But does she _see_ that chatterbox?”</|quote|>“Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees | I’ll send and find out.” “Not now” --he bethought himself.<|quote|>“But does she _see_ that chatterbox?”</|quote|>“Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.” He kept his eyes | I know what _is_ my own price!” After which he went for his hat. “But there’s one thing,” he remembered as he came back with it: “where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?” “If you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out.” “Not now” --he bethought himself.<|quote|>“But does she _see_ that chatterbox?”</|q... | great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,” his hostess asked, “wait for Bender?” His lordship cast it to the winds. “What have I to do with him now?” “Why surely if he’ll accept your own price--!” Lord Theign thought--he wondered; and then as if fairly amused at himself: “Hanged if I know what _is_ my own price!” After whic... | bear to do it, poor man!” Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare say not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little of that. “But he goes too far, you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now t... | had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter. “Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sig... | Lady Sandgate’s dismay yielded to her wonder, and her wonder apparently in turn to her amusement. “‘Give it away,’ my dear friend, to a man who only longs to smother you in gold?” Her dear friend, however, had lost patience with her levity. “Give it away--just for a luxury of protest and a stoppage of chatter--to some ... | up his happy thought. “Then if it’s Bender’s show, or if he claims it is, there’s all the more reason!” And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower. “See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abho... | The Outcry |
“Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.” | Lady Sandgate | does she _see_ that chatterbox?”<|quote|>“Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.”</|quote|>He kept his eyes on | now” --he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that chatterbox?”<|quote|>“Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.”</|quote|>He kept his eyes on her. “Then how far has | price!” After which he went for his hat. “But there’s one thing,” he remembered as he came back with it: “where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?” “If you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out.” “Not now” --he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that chatterbox?”<|quote|>“Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees... | rate,” his hostess asked, “wait for Bender?” His lordship cast it to the winds. “What have I to do with him now?” “Why surely if he’ll accept your own price--!” Lord Theign thought--he wondered; and then as if fairly amused at himself: “Hanged if I know what _is_ my own price!” After which he went for his hat. “But the... | Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare say not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little of that. “But he goes too far, you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore” --and he glanced... | might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter. “Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The lat... | wonder, and her wonder apparently in turn to her amusement. “‘Give it away,’ my dear friend, to a man who only longs to smother you in gold?” Her dear friend, however, had lost patience with her levity. “Give it away--just for a luxury of protest and a stoppage of chatter--to some cause as unlike as possible that of Mr... | see that there’s anything else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The latter seemed still to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously. “Those are absolutely your sentiments?” “Those are absolutely my sentim... | The Outcry |
He kept his eyes on her. | No speaker | Crimble? Yes, she sees him.”<|quote|>He kept his eyes on her.</|quote|>“Then how far has it | she _see_ that chatterbox?” “Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.”<|quote|>He kept his eyes on her.</|quote|>“Then how far has it gone?” Lady Sandgate overcame an | his hat. “But there’s one thing,” he remembered as he came back with it: “where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?” “If you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out.” “Not now” --he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that chatterbox?” “Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.”<|quote|>He kept his eyes on her.<... | Bender?” His lordship cast it to the winds. “What have I to do with him now?” “Why surely if he’ll accept your own price--!” Lord Theign thought--he wondered; and then as if fairly amused at himself: “Hanged if I know what _is_ my own price!” After which he went for his hat. “But there’s one thing,” he remembered as he... | remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare say not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little of that. “But he goes too far, you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore” --and he glanced at the clock-- “I must go to Kitty.” “K... | his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter. “Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The latter seemed still to weigh his displeasin... | turn to her amusement. “‘Give it away,’ my dear friend, to a man who only longs to smother you in gold?” Her dear friend, however, had lost patience with her levity. “Give it away--just for a luxury of protest and a stoppage of chatter--to some cause as unlike as possible that of Mr. Bender’s power of sound and his spl... | his friend significantly--almost portentously. “Those are absolutely your sentiments?” “Those are absolutely my sentiments” --and Lord Theign brought this out as with the force of a physical push. “Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made... | The Outcry |
“Then how far has it gone?” | Theign | kept his eyes on her.<|quote|>“Then how far has it gone?”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate overcame an embarrassment. | Yes, she sees him.” He kept his eyes on her.<|quote|>“Then how far has it gone?”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate overcame an embarrassment. “Well, not even yet, I | he remembered as he came back with it: “where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?” “If you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out.” “Not now” --he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that chatterbox?” “Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.” He kept his eyes on her.<|quote|>“Then how far has it gone?”</|quot... | the winds. “What have I to do with him now?” “Why surely if he’ll accept your own price--!” Lord Theign thought--he wondered; and then as if fairly amused at himself: “Hanged if I know what _is_ my own price!” After which he went for his hat. “But there’s one thing,” he remembered as he came back with it: “where’s my t... | under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare say not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little of that. “But he goes too far, you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore” --and he glanced at the clock-- “I must go to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady Sa... | if wholly to have done with the matter. “Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The latter seemed still to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend sign... | away,’ my dear friend, to a man who only longs to smother you in gold?” Her dear friend, however, had lost patience with her levity. “Give it away--just for a luxury of protest and a stoppage of chatter--to some cause as unlike as possible that of Mr. Bender’s power of sound and his splendid reputation: to the Public, ... | clearly took on for him. “Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!” poor Lord John quavered. “Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after a long moment... | The Outcry |
Lady Sandgate overcame an embarrassment. | No speaker | how far has it gone?”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate overcame an embarrassment.</|quote|>“Well, not even yet, I | his eyes on her. “Then how far has it gone?”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate overcame an embarrassment.</|quote|>“Well, not even yet, I think, so far as they’d | with it: “where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?” “If you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out.” “Not now” --he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that chatterbox?” “Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.” He kept his eyes on her. “Then how far has it gone?”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate overcame an embarrassm... | do with him now?” “Why surely if he’ll accept your own price--!” Lord Theign thought--he wondered; and then as if fairly amused at himself: “Hanged if I know what _is_ my own price!” After which he went for his hat. “But there’s one thing,” he remembered as he came back with it: “where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughte... | Bond Street. “I dare say not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little of that. “But he goes too far, you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore” --and he glanced at the clock-- “I must go to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you for _... | the matter. “Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The latter seemed still to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentous... | man who only longs to smother you in gold?” Her dear friend, however, had lost patience with her levity. “Give it away--just for a luxury of protest and a stoppage of chatter--to some cause as unlike as possible that of Mr. Bender’s power of sound and his splendid reputation: to the Public, to the Authorities, to the T... | protest; but after another prolonged and decisive engagement with the two pairs of eyes that waited, though differently, on his performance, he clapped on his hat as in the rage of his resentment and departed on his mission. III “He can’t bear to do it, poor man!” Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest... | The Outcry |
“Well, not even yet, I think, so far as they’d like.” | Lady Sandgate | Lady Sandgate overcame an embarrassment.<|quote|>“Well, not even yet, I think, so far as they’d like.”</|quote|>“They’d ‘like’--heaven save the mark!--to | how far has it gone?” Lady Sandgate overcame an embarrassment.<|quote|>“Well, not even yet, I think, so far as they’d like.”</|quote|>“They’d ‘like’--heaven save the mark!--to marry?” “I suspect them of | _too_ unnatural daughter?” “If you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out.” “Not now” --he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that chatterbox?” “Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.” He kept his eyes on her. “Then how far has it gone?” Lady Sandgate overcame an embarrassment.<|quote|>“Well, not even yet, ... | surely if he’ll accept your own price--!” Lord Theign thought--he wondered; and then as if fairly amused at himself: “Hanged if I know what _is_ my own price!” After which he went for his hat. “But there’s one thing,” he remembered as he came back with it: “where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?” “If you mean Grace ... | not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little of that. “But he goes too far, you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore” --and he glanced at the clock-- “I must go to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you for _that!_” “She never thanks... | comes into your clever head. I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The latter seemed still to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously. “Those are absolutely your ... | smother you in gold?” Her dear friend, however, had lost patience with her levity. “Give it away--just for a luxury of protest and a stoppage of chatter--to some cause as unlike as possible that of Mr. Bender’s power of sound and his splendid reputation: to the Public, to the Authorities, to the Thingumbob, to the Nati... | wholly to have done with the matter. “Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The latter seemed still to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend signifi... | The Outcry |
“They’d ‘like’--heaven save the mark!--to marry?” | Theign | so far as they’d like.”<|quote|>“They’d ‘like’--heaven save the mark!--to marry?”</|quote|>“I suspect them of it. | not even yet, I think, so far as they’d like.”<|quote|>“They’d ‘like’--heaven save the mark!--to marry?”</|quote|>“I suspect them of it. What line, if it should | I’ll send and find out.” “Not now” --he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that chatterbox?” “Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.” He kept his eyes on her. “Then how far has it gone?” Lady Sandgate overcame an embarrassment. “Well, not even yet, I think, so far as they’d like.”<|quote|>“They’d ‘like’--heaven save the m... | and then as if fairly amused at himself: “Hanged if I know what _is_ my own price!” After which he went for his hat. “But there’s one thing,” he remembered as he came back with it: “where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?” “If you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out.” “Not now” --he bethought himsel... | of that. “But he goes too far, you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore” --and he glanced at the clock-- “I must go to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you for _that!_” “She never thanks me for anything” --and the fact of his resignation clearly added here to his b... | anything else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The latter seemed still to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously. “Those are absolutely your sentiments?” “Those are absolutely my sentiments” --and Lord ... | with her levity. “Give it away--just for a luxury of protest and a stoppage of chatter--to some cause as unlike as possible that of Mr. Bender’s power of sound and his splendid reputation: to the Public, to the Authorities, to the Thingumbob, to the Nation!” Lady Sandgate broke into horror while Lord John stood sombre ... | during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter. “Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger,... | The Outcry |
“I suspect them of it. What line, if it should come to that,” | Lady Sandgate | ‘like’--heaven save the mark!--to marry?”<|quote|>“I suspect them of it. What line, if it should come to that,”</|quote|>she asked, “would you then | far as they’d like.” “They’d ‘like’--heaven save the mark!--to marry?”<|quote|>“I suspect them of it. What line, if it should come to that,”</|quote|>she asked, “would you then take?” He was perfectly prompt. | now” --he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that chatterbox?” “Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.” He kept his eyes on her. “Then how far has it gone?” Lady Sandgate overcame an embarrassment. “Well, not even yet, I think, so far as they’d like.” “They’d ‘like’--heaven save the mark!--to marry?”<|quote|>“I suspect th... | at himself: “Hanged if I know what _is_ my own price!” After which he went for his hat. “But there’s one thing,” he remembered as he came back with it: “where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?” “If you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out.” “Not now” --he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that c... | far, you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore” --and he glanced at the clock-- “I must go to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you for _that!_” “She never thanks me for anything” --and the fact of his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness. “So it’s no gre... | sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The latter seemed still to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously. “Those are absolutely your sentiments?” “Those are absolutely my sentiments” --and Lord Theign brought this out as with the force... | for a luxury of protest and a stoppage of chatter--to some cause as unlike as possible that of Mr. Bender’s power of sound and his splendid reputation: to the Public, to the Authorities, to the Thingumbob, to the Nation!” Lady Sandgate broke into horror while Lord John stood sombre and stupefied. “Ah, my dear creature,... | it up and end it: see?” The more the entertainer of that vision held it there the more charm it clearly took on for him. “Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!” poor Lord John quavered. “Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a mo... | The Outcry |
she asked, | No speaker | it should come to that,”<|quote|>she asked,</|quote|>“would you then take?” He | of it. What line, if it should come to that,”<|quote|>she asked,</|quote|>“would you then take?” He was perfectly prompt. “The line | she sees him.” He kept his eyes on her. “Then how far has it gone?” Lady Sandgate overcame an embarrassment. “Well, not even yet, I think, so far as they’d like.” “They’d ‘like’--heaven save the mark!--to marry?” “I suspect them of it. What line, if it should come to that,”<|quote|>she asked,</|quote|>“would you then t... | he went for his hat. “But there’s one thing,” he remembered as he came back with it: “where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?” “If you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out.” “Not now” --he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that chatterbox?” “Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.” He kept his eyes on h... | at the clock-- “I must go to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you for _that!_” “She never thanks me for anything” --and the fact of his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness. “So it’s no great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,” his hostess asked, “wait for Bender?” His... | latter seemed still to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously. “Those are absolutely your sentiments?” “Those are absolutely my sentiments” --and Lord Theign brought this out as with the force of a physical push. “Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a f... | unlike as possible that of Mr. Bender’s power of sound and his splendid reputation: to the Public, to the Authorities, to the Thingumbob, to the Nation!” Lady Sandgate broke into horror while Lord John stood sombre and stupefied. “Ah, my dear creature, you’ve flights of extravagance----!” “One thing’s very certain,” Lo... | your sentiments?” “Those are absolutely my sentiments” --and Lord Theign brought this out as with the force of a physical push. “Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more... | The Outcry |
“would you then take?” | Lady Sandgate | come to that,” she asked,<|quote|>“would you then take?”</|quote|>He was perfectly prompt. “The | What line, if it should come to that,” she asked,<|quote|>“would you then take?”</|quote|>He was perfectly prompt. “The line that for Grace it’s | him.” He kept his eyes on her. “Then how far has it gone?” Lady Sandgate overcame an embarrassment. “Well, not even yet, I think, so far as they’d like.” “They’d ‘like’--heaven save the mark!--to marry?” “I suspect them of it. What line, if it should come to that,” she asked,<|quote|>“would you then take?”</|quote|>He ... | for his hat. “But there’s one thing,” he remembered as he came back with it: “where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?” “If you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out.” “Not now” --he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that chatterbox?” “Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.” He kept his eyes on her. “The... | clock-- “I must go to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you for _that!_” “She never thanks me for anything” --and the fact of his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness. “So it’s no great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,” his hostess asked, “wait for Bender?” His lordsh... | still to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously. “Those are absolutely your sentiments?” “Those are absolutely my sentiments” --and Lord Theign brought this out as with the force of a physical push. “Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly... | possible that of Mr. Bender’s power of sound and his splendid reputation: to the Public, to the Authorities, to the Thingumbob, to the Nation!” Lady Sandgate broke into horror while Lord John stood sombre and stupefied. “Ah, my dear creature, you’ve flights of extravagance----!” “One thing’s very certain,” Lord Theign ... | force of a physical push. “Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this reluctant spo... | The Outcry |
He was perfectly prompt. | No speaker | asked, “would you then take?”<|quote|>He was perfectly prompt.</|quote|>“The line that for Grace | should come to that,” she asked, “would you then take?”<|quote|>He was perfectly prompt.</|quote|>“The line that for Grace it’s simply ignoble.” The force | eyes on her. “Then how far has it gone?” Lady Sandgate overcame an embarrassment. “Well, not even yet, I think, so far as they’d like.” “They’d ‘like’--heaven save the mark!--to marry?” “I suspect them of it. What line, if it should come to that,” she asked, “would you then take?”<|quote|>He was perfectly prompt.</|quo... | there’s one thing,” he remembered as he came back with it: “where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?” “If you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out.” “Not now” --he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that chatterbox?” “Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.” He kept his eyes on her. “Then how far has it g... | to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you for _that!_” “She never thanks me for anything” --and the fact of his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness. “So it’s no great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,” his hostess asked, “wait for Bender?” His lordship cast it to the w... | displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously. “Those are absolutely your sentiments?” “Those are absolutely my sentiments” --and Lord Theign brought this out as with the force of a physical push. “Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of... | Bender’s power of sound and his splendid reputation: to the Public, to the Authorities, to the Thingumbob, to the Nation!” Lady Sandgate broke into horror while Lord John stood sombre and stupefied. “Ah, my dear creature, you’ve flights of extravagance----!” “One thing’s very certain,” Lord Theign quite heedlessly purs... | anything else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The latter seemed still to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously. “Those are absolutely your sentiments?” “Those are absolutely my sentiments” --and Lord ... | The Outcry |
“The line that for Grace it’s simply ignoble.” | Theign | take?” He was perfectly prompt.<|quote|>“The line that for Grace it’s simply ignoble.”</|quote|>The force of her deprecation | she asked, “would you then take?” He was perfectly prompt.<|quote|>“The line that for Grace it’s simply ignoble.”</|quote|>The force of her deprecation of such language was qualified | how far has it gone?” Lady Sandgate overcame an embarrassment. “Well, not even yet, I think, so far as they’d like.” “They’d ‘like’--heaven save the mark!--to marry?” “I suspect them of it. What line, if it should come to that,” she asked, “would you then take?” He was perfectly prompt.<|quote|>“The line that for Grace... | remembered as he came back with it: “where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?” “If you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out.” “Not now” --he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that chatterbox?” “Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.” He kept his eyes on her. “Then how far has it gone?” Lady Sandgate ove... | Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you for _that!_” “She never thanks me for anything” --and the fact of his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness. “So it’s no great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,” his hostess asked, “wait for Bender?” His lordship cast it to the winds. “What have I to do with... | eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously. “Those are absolutely your sentiments?” “Those are absolutely my sentiments” --and Lord Theign brought this out as with the force of a physical push. “Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary,... | and his splendid reputation: to the Public, to the Authorities, to the Thingumbob, to the Nation!” Lady Sandgate broke into horror while Lord John stood sombre and stupefied. “Ah, my dear creature, you’ve flights of extravagance----!” “One thing’s very certain,” Lord Theign quite heedlessly pursued-- “that the thought ... | man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” The more the entertainer of that vision held it there the more charm it clearly took on for him. “Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!” poor Lord John quavered. “Why in the world shouldn’t ... | The Outcry |
The force of her deprecation of such language was qualified by tact. | No speaker | for Grace it’s simply ignoble.”<|quote|>The force of her deprecation of such language was qualified by tact.</|quote|>“Ah, darling, as dreadful as | perfectly prompt. “The line that for Grace it’s simply ignoble.”<|quote|>The force of her deprecation of such language was qualified by tact.</|quote|>“Ah, darling, as dreadful as _that?_” He could but view | an embarrassment. “Well, not even yet, I think, so far as they’d like.” “They’d ‘like’--heaven save the mark!--to marry?” “I suspect them of it. What line, if it should come to that,” she asked, “would you then take?” He was perfectly prompt. “The line that for Grace it’s simply ignoble.”<|quote|>The force of her depre... | my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?” “If you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out.” “Not now” --he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that chatterbox?” “Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.” He kept his eyes on her. “Then how far has it gone?” Lady Sandgate overcame an embarrassment. “Well, not even yet, ... | for _that!_” “She never thanks me for anything” --and the fact of his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness. “So it’s no great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,” his hostess asked, “wait for Bender?” His lordship cast it to the winds. “What have I to do with him now?” “Why surely if he’ll accept your own price-... | your sentiments?” “Those are absolutely my sentiments” --and Lord Theign brought this out as with the force of a physical push. “Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more... | the Authorities, to the Thingumbob, to the Nation!” Lady Sandgate broke into horror while Lord John stood sombre and stupefied. “Ah, my dear creature, you’ve flights of extravagance----!” “One thing’s very certain,” Lord Theign quite heedlessly pursued-- “that the thought of my property on view there does give intolera... | what Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you for _that!_” “She never thanks me for anything” --and the fact of his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness. “So it’s no great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,” his hostess asked, “wait for Bender?” His lordship cast it to the winds. “What have I to do... | The Outcry |
“Ah, darling, as dreadful as _that?_” | Theign | language was qualified by tact.<|quote|>“Ah, darling, as dreadful as _that?_”</|quote|>He could but view the | of her deprecation of such language was qualified by tact.<|quote|>“Ah, darling, as dreadful as _that?_”</|quote|>He could but view the possibility with dark resentment. “It | like.” “They’d ‘like’--heaven save the mark!--to marry?” “I suspect them of it. What line, if it should come to that,” she asked, “would you then take?” He was perfectly prompt. “The line that for Grace it’s simply ignoble.” The force of her deprecation of such language was qualified by tact.<|quote|>“Ah, darling, as d... | her I’ll send and find out.” “Not now” --he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that chatterbox?” “Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.” He kept his eyes on her. “Then how far has it gone?” Lady Sandgate overcame an embarrassment. “Well, not even yet, I think, so far as they’d like.” “They’d ‘like’--heaven save the mark!... | his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness. “So it’s no great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,” his hostess asked, “wait for Bender?” His lordship cast it to the winds. “What have I to do with him now?” “Why surely if he’ll accept your own price--!” Lord Theign thought--he wondered; and then as if fairly amused... | out as with the force of a physical push. “Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, th... | horror while Lord John stood sombre and stupefied. “Ah, my dear creature, you’ve flights of extravagance----!” “One thing’s very certain,” Lord Theign quite heedlessly pursued-- “that the thought of my property on view there does give intolerably on my nerves, more and more every minute that I’m conscious of it; so tha... | month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter. “Say anything that comes into your clever h... | The Outcry |
He could but view the possibility with dark resentment. | No speaker | darling, as dreadful as _that?_”<|quote|>He could but view the possibility with dark resentment.</|quote|>“It lets us so down--from | was qualified by tact. “Ah, darling, as dreadful as _that?_”<|quote|>He could but view the possibility with dark resentment.</|quote|>“It lets us so down--from what we’ve always been and | marry?” “I suspect them of it. What line, if it should come to that,” she asked, “would you then take?” He was perfectly prompt. “The line that for Grace it’s simply ignoble.” The force of her deprecation of such language was qualified by tact. “Ah, darling, as dreadful as _that?_”<|quote|>He could but view the possibi... | “Not now” --he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that chatterbox?” “Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.” He kept his eyes on her. “Then how far has it gone?” Lady Sandgate overcame an embarrassment. “Well, not even yet, I think, so far as they’d like.” “They’d ‘like’--heaven save the mark!--to marry?” “I suspect them ... | his bitterness. “So it’s no great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,” his hostess asked, “wait for Bender?” His lordship cast it to the winds. “What have I to do with him now?” “Why surely if he’ll accept your own price--!” Lord Theign thought--he wondered; and then as if fairly amused at himself: “Hanged if I know what _i... | a physical push. “Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, a... | and stupefied. “Ah, my dear creature, you’ve flights of extravagance----!” “One thing’s very certain,” Lord Theign quite heedlessly pursued-- “that the thought of my property on view there does give intolerably on my nerves, more and more every minute that I’m conscious of it; so that, hang it, if one thinks of it, why... | him. “Have the picture removed from view and the incident closed.” “You seriously ask _that_ of me!” poor Lord John quavered. “Why in the world shouldn’t I? It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which he ha... | The Outcry |
“It lets us so down--from what we’ve always been and done; so down, down, down that I’m amazed you don’t feel it!” | Theign | the possibility with dark resentment.<|quote|>“It lets us so down--from what we’ve always been and done; so down, down, down that I’m amazed you don’t feel it!”</|quote|>“Oh, I feel there’s still | _that?_” He could but view the possibility with dark resentment.<|quote|>“It lets us so down--from what we’ve always been and done; so down, down, down that I’m amazed you don’t feel it!”</|quote|>“Oh, I feel there’s still plenty to keep you up!” | it should come to that,” she asked, “would you then take?” He was perfectly prompt. “The line that for Grace it’s simply ignoble.” The force of her deprecation of such language was qualified by tact. “Ah, darling, as dreadful as _that?_” He could but view the possibility with dark resentment.<|quote|>“It lets us so dow... | that chatterbox?” “Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.” He kept his eyes on her. “Then how far has it gone?” Lady Sandgate overcame an embarrassment. “Well, not even yet, I think, so far as they’d like.” “They’d ‘like’--heaven save the mark!--to marry?” “I suspect them of it. What line, if it should come to that,” she aske... | at any rate,” his hostess asked, “wait for Bender?” His lordship cast it to the winds. “What have I to do with him now?” “Why surely if he’ll accept your own price--!” Lord Theign thought--he wondered; and then as if fairly amused at himself: “Hanged if I know what _is_ my own price!” After which he went for his hat. “... | man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some supreme protest; but after another ... | extravagance----!” “One thing’s very certain,” Lord Theign quite heedlessly pursued-- “that the thought of my property on view there does give intolerably on my nerves, more and more every minute that I’m conscious of it; so that, hang it, if one thinks of it, why shouldn’t I, for my relief, do again, damme, _what I li... | significantly--almost portentously. “Those are absolutely your sentiments?” “Those are absolutely my sentiments” --and Lord Theign brought this out as with the force of a physical push. “Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of th... | The Outcry |
“Oh, I feel there’s still plenty to keep you up!” | Lady Sandgate | amazed you don’t feel it!”<|quote|>“Oh, I feel there’s still plenty to keep you up!”</|quote|>she soothingly laughed. He seemed | down, down, down that I’m amazed you don’t feel it!”<|quote|>“Oh, I feel there’s still plenty to keep you up!”</|quote|>she soothingly laughed. He seemed to consider this vague amount--which | ignoble.” The force of her deprecation of such language was qualified by tact. “Ah, darling, as dreadful as _that?_” He could but view the possibility with dark resentment. “It lets us so down--from what we’ve always been and done; so down, down, down that I’m amazed you don’t feel it!”<|quote|>“Oh, I feel there’s stil... | overcame an embarrassment. “Well, not even yet, I think, so far as they’d like.” “They’d ‘like’--heaven save the mark!--to marry?” “I suspect them of it. What line, if it should come to that,” she asked, “would you then take?” He was perfectly prompt. “The line that for Grace it’s simply ignoble.” The force of her depr... | him now?” “Why surely if he’ll accept your own price--!” Lord Theign thought--he wondered; and then as if fairly amused at himself: “Hanged if I know what _is_ my own price!” After which he went for his hat. “But there’s one thing,” he remembered as he came back with it: “where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?” “If ... | it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some supreme protest; but after another prolonged and decisive engagement with the two pairs of eyes that waited, though differently, on his performance, he clap... | on my nerves, more and more every minute that I’m conscious of it; so that, hang it, if one thinks of it, why shouldn’t I, for my relief, do again, damme, _what I like_?--that is bang the door in their faces, have the show immediately stopped?” He turned with the attraction of this idea from one of his listeners to the... | dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some supreme protest; but after another prolonged and decisive engagement with the two pairs of eyes t... | The Outcry |
she soothingly laughed. He seemed to consider this vague amount--which he apparently judged, however, not so vast as to provide for the whole yearning of his nature. | No speaker | plenty to keep you up!”<|quote|>she soothingly laughed. He seemed to consider this vague amount--which he apparently judged, however, not so vast as to provide for the whole yearning of his nature.</|quote|>“Well, my dear,” he thus | “Oh, I feel there’s still plenty to keep you up!”<|quote|>she soothingly laughed. He seemed to consider this vague amount--which he apparently judged, however, not so vast as to provide for the whole yearning of his nature.</|quote|>“Well, my dear,” he thus more blandly professed, “I shall | qualified by tact. “Ah, darling, as dreadful as _that?_” He could but view the possibility with dark resentment. “It lets us so down--from what we’ve always been and done; so down, down, down that I’m amazed you don’t feel it!” “Oh, I feel there’s still plenty to keep you up!”<|quote|>she soothingly laughed. He seemed... | far as they’d like.” “They’d ‘like’--heaven save the mark!--to marry?” “I suspect them of it. What line, if it should come to that,” she asked, “would you then take?” He was perfectly prompt. “The line that for Grace it’s simply ignoble.” The force of her deprecation of such language was qualified by tact. “Ah, darling... | Lord Theign thought--he wondered; and then as if fairly amused at himself: “Hanged if I know what _is_ my own price!” After which he went for his hat. “But there’s one thing,” he remembered as he came back with it: “where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?” “If you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out... | Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some supreme protest; but after another prolonged and decisive engagement with the two pairs of eyes that waited, though differently, on his performance, he clapped on his hat as in the rage of his resentmen... | conscious of it; so that, hang it, if one thinks of it, why shouldn’t I, for my relief, do again, damme, _what I like_?--that is bang the door in their faces, have the show immediately stopped?” He turned with the attraction of this idea from one of his listeners to the other. “It’s _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, surely... | clapped on his hat as in the rage of his resentment and departed on his mission. III “He can’t bear to do it, poor man!” Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare say not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expr... | The Outcry |
“Well, my dear,” | Theign | whole yearning of his nature.<|quote|>“Well, my dear,”</|quote|>he thus more blandly professed, | as to provide for the whole yearning of his nature.<|quote|>“Well, my dear,”</|quote|>he thus more blandly professed, “I shall need all the | and done; so down, down, down that I’m amazed you don’t feel it!” “Oh, I feel there’s still plenty to keep you up!” she soothingly laughed. He seemed to consider this vague amount--which he apparently judged, however, not so vast as to provide for the whole yearning of his nature.<|quote|>“Well, my dear,”</|quote|>he ... | then take?” He was perfectly prompt. “The line that for Grace it’s simply ignoble.” The force of her deprecation of such language was qualified by tact. “Ah, darling, as dreadful as _that?_” He could but view the possibility with dark resentment. “It lets us so down--from what we’ve always been and done; so down, down,... | hat. “But there’s one thing,” he remembered as he came back with it: “where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?” “If you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out.” “Not now” --he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that chatterbox?” “Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.” He kept his eyes on her. “Then how fa... | prolonged and decisive engagement with the two pairs of eyes that waited, though differently, on his performance, he clapped on his hat as in the rage of his resentment and departed on his mission. III “He can’t bear to do it, poor man!” Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under... | door in their faces, have the show immediately stopped?” He turned with the attraction of this idea from one of his listeners to the other. “It’s _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, surely!--and I can do just as I choose with it.” “Ah, but isn’t that the very point?” --and Lady Sandgate put it to Lord John. “Isn’t it Bender’... | It’s a jolly lot less than you asked of me a month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter... | The Outcry |
he thus more blandly professed, | No speaker | his nature. “Well, my dear,”<|quote|>he thus more blandly professed,</|quote|>“I shall need all the | for the whole yearning of his nature. “Well, my dear,”<|quote|>he thus more blandly professed,</|quote|>“I shall need all the extra _agrément_ that your affection | down, down, down that I’m amazed you don’t feel it!” “Oh, I feel there’s still plenty to keep you up!” she soothingly laughed. He seemed to consider this vague amount--which he apparently judged, however, not so vast as to provide for the whole yearning of his nature. “Well, my dear,”<|quote|>he thus more blandly prof... | was perfectly prompt. “The line that for Grace it’s simply ignoble.” The force of her deprecation of such language was qualified by tact. “Ah, darling, as dreadful as _that?_” He could but view the possibility with dark resentment. “It lets us so down--from what we’ve always been and done; so down, down, down that I’m ... | one thing,” he remembered as he came back with it: “where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?” “If you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out.” “Not now” --he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that chatterbox?” “Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.” He kept his eyes on her. “Then how far has it gone?” La... | engagement with the two pairs of eyes that waited, though differently, on his performance, he clapped on his hat as in the rage of his resentment and departed on his mission. III “He can’t bear to do it, poor man!” Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dash... | faces, have the show immediately stopped?” He turned with the attraction of this idea from one of his listeners to the other. “It’s _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, surely!--and I can do just as I choose with it.” “Ah, but isn’t that the very point?” --and Lady Sandgate put it to Lord John. “Isn’t it Bender’s show much mo... | clears the air--pouah! Now therefore” --and he glanced at the clock-- “I must go to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you for _that!_” “She never thanks me for anything” --and the fact of his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness. “So it’s no great loss!” “Won’t you ... | The Outcry |
“I shall need all the extra _agrément_ that your affection can supply.” | Theign | he thus more blandly professed,<|quote|>“I shall need all the extra _agrément_ that your affection can supply.”</|quote|>If nothing could have been, | his nature. “Well, my dear,” he thus more blandly professed,<|quote|>“I shall need all the extra _agrément_ that your affection can supply.”</|quote|>If nothing could have been, on this, richer response, nothing | amazed you don’t feel it!” “Oh, I feel there’s still plenty to keep you up!” she soothingly laughed. He seemed to consider this vague amount--which he apparently judged, however, not so vast as to provide for the whole yearning of his nature. “Well, my dear,” he thus more blandly professed,<|quote|>“I shall need all t... | that for Grace it’s simply ignoble.” The force of her deprecation of such language was qualified by tact. “Ah, darling, as dreadful as _that?_” He could but view the possibility with dark resentment. “It lets us so down--from what we’ve always been and done; so down, down, down that I’m amazed you don’t feel it!” “Oh, ... | he came back with it: “where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?” “If you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out.” “Not now” --he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that chatterbox?” “Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.” He kept his eyes on her. “Then how far has it gone?” Lady Sandgate overcame an embar... | of eyes that waited, though differently, on his performance, he clapped on his hat as in the rage of his resentment and departed on his mission. III “He can’t bear to do it, poor man!” Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare... | stopped?” He turned with the attraction of this idea from one of his listeners to the other. “It’s _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, surely!--and I can do just as I choose with it.” “Ah, but isn’t that the very point?” --and Lady Sandgate put it to Lord John. “Isn’t it Bender’s show much more than his?” Her invoked authori... | are absolutely my sentiments” --and Lord Theign brought this out as with the force of a physical push. “Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only w... | The Outcry |
If nothing could have been, on this, richer response, nothing could at the same time have bee more pleasing than her modesty. | No speaker | that your affection can supply.”<|quote|>If nothing could have been, on this, richer response, nothing could at the same time have bee more pleasing than her modesty.</|quote|>“Ah, my affectionate Theign, is, | need all the extra _agrément_ that your affection can supply.”<|quote|>If nothing could have been, on this, richer response, nothing could at the same time have bee more pleasing than her modesty.</|quote|>“Ah, my affectionate Theign, is, as I think you know, | keep you up!” she soothingly laughed. He seemed to consider this vague amount--which he apparently judged, however, not so vast as to provide for the whole yearning of his nature. “Well, my dear,” he thus more blandly professed, “I shall need all the extra _agrément_ that your affection can supply.”<|quote|>If nothing... | such language was qualified by tact. “Ah, darling, as dreadful as _that?_” He could but view the possibility with dark resentment. “It lets us so down--from what we’ve always been and done; so down, down, down that I’m amazed you don’t feel it!” “Oh, I feel there’s still plenty to keep you up!” she soothingly laughed. ... | you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out.” “Not now” --he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that chatterbox?” “Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.” He kept his eyes on her. “Then how far has it gone?” Lady Sandgate overcame an embarrassment. “Well, not even yet, I think, so far as they’d like.” “They’... | his hat as in the rage of his resentment and departed on his mission. III “He can’t bear to do it, poor man!” Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare say not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, mad... | his listeners to the other. “It’s _my_ show--it isn’t Bender’s, surely!--and I can do just as I choose with it.” “Ah, but isn’t that the very point?” --and Lady Sandgate put it to Lord John. “Isn’t it Bender’s show much more than his?” Her invoked authority, however, in answer to this, made but a motion of disappointme... | his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some supreme protest; but after another prolonged and decisive engagement with the two pairs of eyes that waited, though differently, on his performance, he clapped on his ... | The Outcry |
“Ah, my affectionate Theign, is, as I think you know, a fountain always in flood; but in any more worldly element than that--as you’ve ever seen for yourself--a poor strand with my own sad affairs, a broken reed; not ‘great’ as they used so finely to call it! You _are_--with the natural sense of greatness and, for supr... | Lady Sandgate | more pleasing than her modesty.<|quote|>“Ah, my affectionate Theign, is, as I think you know, a fountain always in flood; but in any more worldly element than that--as you’ve ever seen for yourself--a poor strand with my own sad affairs, a broken reed; not ‘great’ as they used so finely to call it! You _are_--with the ... | the same time have bee more pleasing than her modesty.<|quote|>“Ah, my affectionate Theign, is, as I think you know, a fountain always in flood; but in any more worldly element than that--as you’ve ever seen for yourself--a poor strand with my own sad affairs, a broken reed; not ‘great’ as they used so finely to call i... | provide for the whole yearning of his nature. “Well, my dear,” he thus more blandly professed, “I shall need all the extra _agrément_ that your affection can supply.” If nothing could have been, on this, richer response, nothing could at the same time have bee more pleasing than her modesty.<|quote|>“Ah, my affectionat... | lets us so down--from what we’ve always been and done; so down, down, down that I’m amazed you don’t feel it!” “Oh, I feel there’s still plenty to keep you up!” she soothingly laughed. He seemed to consider this vague amount--which he apparently judged, however, not so vast as to provide for the whole yearning of his ... | chatterbox?” “Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.” He kept his eyes on her. “Then how far has it gone?” Lady Sandgate overcame an embarrassment. “Well, not even yet, I think, so far as they’d like.” “They’d ‘like’--heaven save the mark!--to marry?” “I suspect them of it. What line, if it should come to that,” she asked, “w... | man!” Lady Sand-gate ruefully remarked to her remaining guest after Lord John had, under extreme pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare say not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little of that. “But he goes too far, you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore” --and he g... | isn’t that the very point?” --and Lady Sandgate put it to Lord John. “Isn’t it Bender’s show much more than his?” Her invoked authority, however, in answer to this, made but a motion of disappointment and disgust at so much rank folly--while Lord Theign, on the other hand, followed up his happy thought. “Then if it’s B... | his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter. “Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The latter seemed still to weigh his displeasin... | The Outcry |
He sighed, none the less, he groaned, with his thoughts of trouble, for the strain he foresaw on these resolutions. | No speaker | man doing and taking things.”<|quote|>He sighed, none the less, he groaned, with his thoughts of trouble, for the strain he foresaw on these resolutions.</|quote|>“If you mean that I | supreme support, the instinctive grand man doing and taking things.”<|quote|>He sighed, none the less, he groaned, with his thoughts of trouble, for the strain he foresaw on these resolutions.</|quote|>“If you mean that I hold up my head, on | any more worldly element than that--as you’ve ever seen for yourself--a poor strand with my own sad affairs, a broken reed; not ‘great’ as they used so finely to call it! You _are_--with the natural sense of greatness and, for supreme support, the instinctive grand man doing and taking things.”<|quote|>He sighed, none ... | shall need all the extra _agrément_ that your affection can supply.” If nothing could have been, on this, richer response, nothing could at the same time have bee more pleasing than her modesty. “Ah, my affectionate Theign, is, as I think you know, a fountain always in flood; but in any more worldly element than that--... | for Grace it’s simply ignoble.” The force of her deprecation of such language was qualified by tact. “Ah, darling, as dreadful as _that?_” He could but view the possibility with dark resentment. “It lets us so down--from what we’ve always been and done; so down, down, down that I’m amazed you don’t feel it!” “Oh, I fee... | Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you for _that!_” “She never thanks me for anything” --and the fact of his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness. “So it’s no great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,” his hostess asked, “wait for Bender?” His lordship cast it to the winds. “What have I to do with him now?” “Why sur... | more reason!” And it took his lordship’s inspiration no longer to flower. “See here, John--do this: go right round there this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” The more the entertainer... | pressure, dashed out to Bond Street. “I dare say not!” --Lord Theign, flushed with the felicity of self-expression, made little of that. “But he goes too far, you see, and it clears the air--pouah! Now therefore” --and he glanced at the clock-- “I must go to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-... | The Outcry |
“If you mean that I hold up my head, on higher grounds, I grant that I always have. But how much longer possible when my children commit such vulgarities? Why in the name of goodness are such children? What the devil has got into them, and is it really the case that when Grace offers as a proof of her license and a spe... | Theign | he foresaw on these resolutions.<|quote|>“If you mean that I hold up my head, on higher grounds, I grant that I always have. But how much longer possible when my children commit such vulgarities? Why in the name of goodness are such children? What the devil has got into them, and is it really the case that when Grace o... | of trouble, for the strain he foresaw on these resolutions.<|quote|>“If you mean that I hold up my head, on higher grounds, I grant that I always have. But how much longer possible when my children commit such vulgarities? Why in the name of goodness are such children? What the devil has got into them, and is it really... | reed; not ‘great’ as they used so finely to call it! You _are_--with the natural sense of greatness and, for supreme support, the instinctive grand man doing and taking things.” He sighed, none the less, he groaned, with his thoughts of trouble, for the strain he foresaw on these resolutions.<|quote|>“If you mean that ... | nothing could at the same time have bee more pleasing than her modesty. “Ah, my affectionate Theign, is, as I think you know, a fountain always in flood; but in any more worldly element than that--as you’ve ever seen for yourself--a poor strand with my own sad affairs, a broken reed; not ‘great’ as they used so finely ... | dreadful as _that?_” He could but view the possibility with dark resentment. “It lets us so down--from what we’ve always been and done; so down, down, down that I’m amazed you don’t feel it!” “Oh, I feel there’s still plenty to keep you up!” she soothingly laughed. He seemed to consider this vague amount--which he app... | added here to his bitterness. “So it’s no great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,” his hostess asked, “wait for Bender?” His lordship cast it to the winds. “What have I to do with him now?” “Why surely if he’ll accept your own price--!” Lord Theign thought--he wondered; and then as if fairly amused at himself: “Hanged if ... | this moment, please, and tell them from me to shut straight down!” “‘Shut straight down’?” the young man abhorrently echoed. “Stop it _to-night_--wind it up and end it: see?” The more the entertainer of that vision held it there the more charm it clearly took on for him. “Have the picture removed from view and the inci... | force of her deprecation of such language was qualified by tact. “Ah, darling, as dreadful as _that?_” He could but view the possibility with dark resentment. “It lets us so down--from what we’ve always been and done; so down, down, down that I’m amazed you don’t feel it!” “Oh, I feel there’s still plenty to keep you u... | The Outcry |
“Do you find Mr. Crimble,” | Lady Sandgate | helplessly to swallow the dose?”<|quote|>“Do you find Mr. Crimble,”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate as if there | me I’m in danger of helplessly to swallow the dose?”<|quote|>“Do you find Mr. Crimble,”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate as if there might really be something to | name of goodness are such children? What the devil has got into them, and is it really the case that when Grace offers as a proof of her license and a specimen of her taste a son-in-law as you tell me I’m in danger of helplessly to swallow the dose?”<|quote|>“Do you find Mr. Crimble,”</|quote|>Lady Sandgate as if there... | none the less, he groaned, with his thoughts of trouble, for the strain he foresaw on these resolutions. “If you mean that I hold up my head, on higher grounds, I grant that I always have. But how much longer possible when my children commit such vulgarities? Why in the name of goodness are such children? What the devi... | all the extra _agrément_ that your affection can supply.” If nothing could have been, on this, richer response, nothing could at the same time have bee more pleasing than her modesty. “Ah, my affectionate Theign, is, as I think you know, a fountain always in flood; but in any more worldly element than that--as you’ve e... | with it: “where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?” “If you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out.” “Not now” --he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that chatterbox?” “Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.” He kept his eyes on her. “Then how far has it gone?” Lady Sandgate overcame an embarrassment. “We... | of me a month ago at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter. “Say anything that comes into your ... | blandly professed, “I shall need all the extra _agrément_ that your affection can supply.” If nothing could have been, on this, richer response, nothing could at the same time have bee more pleasing than her modesty. “Ah, my affectionate Theign, is, as I think you know, a fountain always in flood; but in any more world... | The Outcry |
Lady Sandgate as if there might really be something to say, | No speaker | “Do you find Mr. Crimble,”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate as if there might really be something to say,</|quote|>“so utterly out of the | helplessly to swallow the dose?” “Do you find Mr. Crimble,”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate as if there might really be something to say,</|quote|>“so utterly out of the question?” “I found him on | children? What the devil has got into them, and is it really the case that when Grace offers as a proof of her license and a specimen of her taste a son-in-law as you tell me I’m in danger of helplessly to swallow the dose?” “Do you find Mr. Crimble,”<|quote|>Lady Sandgate as if there might really be something to say,<... | with his thoughts of trouble, for the strain he foresaw on these resolutions. “If you mean that I hold up my head, on higher grounds, I grant that I always have. But how much longer possible when my children commit such vulgarities? Why in the name of goodness are such children? What the devil has got into them, and is... | your affection can supply.” If nothing could have been, on this, richer response, nothing could at the same time have bee more pleasing than her modesty. “Ah, my affectionate Theign, is, as I think you know, a fountain always in flood; but in any more worldly element than that--as you’ve ever seen for yourself--a poor ... | _too_ unnatural daughter?” “If you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out.” “Not now” --he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that chatterbox?” “Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.” He kept his eyes on her. “Then how far has it gone?” Lady Sandgate overcame an embarrassment. “Well, not even yet, I think,... | at Dedborough.” “What then am I to say to them?” Lord John spoke but after a long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter. “Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don... | to Kitty.” “Kitty--with what Kitty wants,” Lady Sandgate opined-- “won’t thank you for _that!_” “She never thanks me for anything” --and the fact of his resignation clearly added here to his bitterness. “So it’s no great loss!” “Won’t you at any rate,” his hostess asked, “wait for Bender?” His lordship cast it to the w... | The Outcry |
“so utterly out of the question?” | Lady Sandgate | really be something to say,<|quote|>“so utterly out of the question?”</|quote|>“I found him on the | Sandgate as if there might really be something to say,<|quote|>“so utterly out of the question?”</|quote|>“I found him on the two occasions before I went | really the case that when Grace offers as a proof of her license and a specimen of her taste a son-in-law as you tell me I’m in danger of helplessly to swallow the dose?” “Do you find Mr. Crimble,” Lady Sandgate as if there might really be something to say,<|quote|>“so utterly out of the question?”</|quote|>“I found hi... | these resolutions. “If you mean that I hold up my head, on higher grounds, I grant that I always have. But how much longer possible when my children commit such vulgarities? Why in the name of goodness are such children? What the devil has got into them, and is it really the case that when Grace offers as a proof of he... | richer response, nothing could at the same time have bee more pleasing than her modesty. “Ah, my affectionate Theign, is, as I think you know, a fountain always in flood; but in any more worldly element than that--as you’ve ever seen for yourself--a poor strand with my own sad affairs, a broken reed; not ‘great’ as the... | I’ll send and find out.” “Not now” --he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that chatterbox?” “Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.” He kept his eyes on her. “Then how far has it gone?” Lady Sandgate overcame an embarrassment. “Well, not even yet, I think, so far as they’d like.” “They’d ‘like’--heaven save the mark!--to... | John spoke but after a long moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter. “Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!” La... | as to provide for the whole yearning of his nature. “Well, my dear,” he thus more blandly professed, “I shall need all the extra _agrément_ that your affection can supply.” If nothing could have been, on this, richer response, nothing could at the same time have bee more pleasing than her modesty. “Ah, my affectionate ... | The Outcry |
“I found him on the two occasions before I went away in the last degree offensive and outrageous; but even if he charged one and one’s poor dear decent old defences with less rabid a fury everything about him would forbid _that_ kind of relation.” | Theign | utterly out of the question?”<|quote|>“I found him on the two occasions before I went away in the last degree offensive and outrageous; but even if he charged one and one’s poor dear decent old defences with less rabid a fury everything about him would forbid _that_ kind of relation.”</|quote|>What kind of relation, if | be something to say, “so utterly out of the question?”<|quote|>“I found him on the two occasions before I went away in the last degree offensive and outrageous; but even if he charged one and one’s poor dear decent old defences with less rabid a fury everything about him would forbid _that_ kind of relation.”</|quote|>... | offers as a proof of her license and a specimen of her taste a son-in-law as you tell me I’m in danger of helplessly to swallow the dose?” “Do you find Mr. Crimble,” Lady Sandgate as if there might really be something to say, “so utterly out of the question?”<|quote|>“I found him on the two occasions before I went away... | I hold up my head, on higher grounds, I grant that I always have. But how much longer possible when my children commit such vulgarities? Why in the name of goodness are such children? What the devil has got into them, and is it really the case that when Grace offers as a proof of her license and a specimen of her taste... | same time have bee more pleasing than her modesty. “Ah, my affectionate Theign, is, as I think you know, a fountain always in flood; but in any more worldly element than that--as you’ve ever seen for yourself--a poor strand with my own sad affairs, a broken reed; not ‘great’ as they used so finely to call it! You _are_... | now” --he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that chatterbox?” “Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.” He kept his eyes on her. “Then how far has it gone?” Lady Sandgate overcame an embarrassment. “Well, not even yet, I think, so far as they’d like.” “They’d ‘like’--heaven save the mark!--to marry?” “I suspect them of it... | moment, during which he had only looked hard and--an observer might even then have felt--ominously at his taskmaster. That personage replied as if wholly to have done with the matter. “Say anything that comes into your clever head. I don’t really see that there’s anything else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the me... | The force of her deprecation of such language was qualified by tact. “Ah, darling, as dreadful as _that?_” He could but view the possibility with dark resentment. “It lets us so down--from what we’ve always been and done; so down, down, down that I’m amazed you don’t feel it!” “Oh, I feel there’s still plenty to keep y... | The Outcry |
What kind of relation, if any, Hugh’s deficiencies might still render thinkable Lord Theign was kept from going on to mention by the voice of Mr. Gotch, who had thrown open the door to the not altogether assured sound of | No speaker | forbid _that_ kind of relation.”<|quote|>What kind of relation, if any, Hugh’s deficiencies might still render thinkable Lord Theign was kept from going on to mention by the voice of Mr. Gotch, who had thrown open the door to the not altogether assured sound of</|quote|>“Mr. Breckenridge Bender.” The guest | fury everything about him would forbid _that_ kind of relation.”<|quote|>What kind of relation, if any, Hugh’s deficiencies might still render thinkable Lord Theign was kept from going on to mention by the voice of Mr. Gotch, who had thrown open the door to the not altogether assured sound of</|quote|>“Mr. Breckenridge... | utterly out of the question?” “I found him on the two occasions before I went away in the last degree offensive and outrageous; but even if he charged one and one’s poor dear decent old defences with less rabid a fury everything about him would forbid _that_ kind of relation.”<|quote|>What kind of relation, if any, Hug... | the case that when Grace offers as a proof of her license and a specimen of her taste a son-in-law as you tell me I’m in danger of helplessly to swallow the dose?” “Do you find Mr. Crimble,” Lady Sandgate as if there might really be something to say, “so utterly out of the question?” “I found him on the two occasions b... | broken reed; not ‘great’ as they used so finely to call it! You _are_--with the natural sense of greatness and, for supreme support, the instinctive grand man doing and taking things.” He sighed, none the less, he groaned, with his thoughts of trouble, for the strain he foresaw on these resolutions. “If you mean that I... | ‘like’--heaven save the mark!--to marry?” “I suspect them of it. What line, if it should come to that,” she asked, “would you then take?” He was perfectly prompt. “The line that for Grace it’s simply ignoble.” The force of her deprecation of such language was qualified by tact. “Ah, darling, as dreadful as _that?_” He ... | else _for_ you!” Lady Sandgate sighed to the messenger, who gave no sign save of positive stiffness. The latter seemed still to weigh his displeasing obligation; then he eyed his friend significantly--almost portentously. “Those are absolutely your sentiments?” “Those are absolutely my sentiments” --and Lord Theign br... | my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?” “If you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out.” “Not now” --he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that chatterbox?” “Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.” He kept his eyes on her. “Then how far has it gone?” Lady Sandgate overcame an embarrassment. “Well, not even yet, ... | The Outcry |
“Mr. Breckenridge Bender.” | Gotch | not altogether assured sound of<|quote|>“Mr. Breckenridge Bender.”</|quote|>The guest in possession gave | open the door to the not altogether assured sound of<|quote|>“Mr. Breckenridge Bender.”</|quote|>The guest in possession gave a cry of impatience, but | fury everything about him would forbid _that_ kind of relation.” What kind of relation, if any, Hugh’s deficiencies might still render thinkable Lord Theign was kept from going on to mention by the voice of Mr. Gotch, who had thrown open the door to the not altogether assured sound of<|quote|>“Mr. Breckenridge Bender.”... | as if there might really be something to say, “so utterly out of the question?” “I found him on the two occasions before I went away in the last degree offensive and outrageous; but even if he charged one and one’s poor dear decent old defences with less rabid a fury everything about him would forbid _that_ kind of rel... | thoughts of trouble, for the strain he foresaw on these resolutions. “If you mean that I hold up my head, on higher grounds, I grant that I always have. But how much longer possible when my children commit such vulgarities? Why in the name of goodness are such children? What the devil has got into them, and is it reall... | deprecation of such language was qualified by tact. “Ah, darling, as dreadful as _that?_” He could but view the possibility with dark resentment. “It lets us so down--from what we’ve always been and done; so down, down, down that I’m amazed you don’t feel it!” “Oh, I feel there’s still plenty to keep you up!” she sooth... | absolutely my sentiments” --and Lord Theign brought this out as with the force of a physical push. “Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved... | such language was qualified by tact. “Ah, darling, as dreadful as _that?_” He could but view the possibility with dark resentment. “It lets us so down--from what we’ve always been and done; so down, down, down that I’m amazed you don’t feel it!” “Oh, I feel there’s still plenty to keep you up!” she soothingly laughed. ... | The Outcry |
The guest in possession gave a cry of impatience, but Lady Sandgate said | No speaker | sound of “Mr. Breckenridge Bender.”<|quote|>The guest in possession gave a cry of impatience, but Lady Sandgate said</|quote|>“Coming up?” “If his lordship | to the not altogether assured sound of “Mr. Breckenridge Bender.”<|quote|>The guest in possession gave a cry of impatience, but Lady Sandgate said</|quote|>“Coming up?” “If his lordship will see him.” “Oh, he’s | him would forbid _that_ kind of relation.” What kind of relation, if any, Hugh’s deficiencies might still render thinkable Lord Theign was kept from going on to mention by the voice of Mr. Gotch, who had thrown open the door to the not altogether assured sound of “Mr. Breckenridge Bender.”<|quote|>The guest in possessi... | might really be something to say, “so utterly out of the question?” “I found him on the two occasions before I went away in the last degree offensive and outrageous; but even if he charged one and one’s poor dear decent old defences with less rabid a fury everything about him would forbid _that_ kind of relation.” What... | for the strain he foresaw on these resolutions. “If you mean that I hold up my head, on higher grounds, I grant that I always have. But how much longer possible when my children commit such vulgarities? Why in the name of goodness are such children? What the devil has got into them, and is it really the case that when ... | language was qualified by tact. “Ah, darling, as dreadful as _that?_” He could but view the possibility with dark resentment. “It lets us so down--from what we’ve always been and done; so down, down, down that I’m amazed you don’t feel it!” “Oh, I feel there’s still plenty to keep you up!” she soothingly laughed. He s... | --and Lord Theign brought this out as with the force of a physical push. “Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more h... | “wait for Bender?” His lordship cast it to the winds. “What have I to do with him now?” “Why surely if he’ll accept your own price--!” Lord Theign thought--he wondered; and then as if fairly amused at himself: “Hanged if I know what _is_ my own price!” After which he went for his hat. “But there’s one thing,” he rememb... | The Outcry |
“Coming up?” | Lady Sandgate | impatience, but Lady Sandgate said<|quote|>“Coming up?”</|quote|>“If his lordship will see | possession gave a cry of impatience, but Lady Sandgate said<|quote|>“Coming up?”</|quote|>“If his lordship will see him.” “Oh, he’s beyond his | Hugh’s deficiencies might still render thinkable Lord Theign was kept from going on to mention by the voice of Mr. Gotch, who had thrown open the door to the not altogether assured sound of “Mr. Breckenridge Bender.” The guest in possession gave a cry of impatience, but Lady Sandgate said<|quote|>“Coming up?”</|quote|>... | found him on the two occasions before I went away in the last degree offensive and outrageous; but even if he charged one and one’s poor dear decent old defences with less rabid a fury everything about him would forbid _that_ kind of relation.” What kind of relation, if any, Hugh’s deficiencies might still render think... | hold up my head, on higher grounds, I grant that I always have. But how much longer possible when my children commit such vulgarities? Why in the name of goodness are such children? What the devil has got into them, and is it really the case that when Grace offers as a proof of her license and a specimen of her taste a... | but view the possibility with dark resentment. “It lets us so down--from what we’ve always been and done; so down, down, down that I’m amazed you don’t feel it!” “Oh, I feel there’s still plenty to keep you up!” she soothingly laughed. He seemed to consider this vague amount--which he apparently judged, however, not s... | push. “Very well then!” But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for so... | he went for his hat. “But there’s one thing,” he remembered as he came back with it: “where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?” “If you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out.” “Not now” --he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that chatterbox?” “Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.” He kept his eyes on h... | The Outcry |
“If his lordship will see him.” | Gotch | Lady Sandgate said “Coming up?”<|quote|>“If his lordship will see him.”</|quote|>“Oh, he’s beyond his time,” | a cry of impatience, but Lady Sandgate said “Coming up?”<|quote|>“If his lordship will see him.”</|quote|>“Oh, he’s beyond his time,” his lordship pronounced-- “I can’t | might still render thinkable Lord Theign was kept from going on to mention by the voice of Mr. Gotch, who had thrown open the door to the not altogether assured sound of “Mr. Breckenridge Bender.” The guest in possession gave a cry of impatience, but Lady Sandgate said “Coming up?”<|quote|>“If his lordship will see him... | on the two occasions before I went away in the last degree offensive and outrageous; but even if he charged one and one’s poor dear decent old defences with less rabid a fury everything about him would forbid _that_ kind of relation.” What kind of relation, if any, Hugh’s deficiencies might still render thinkable Lord ... | my head, on higher grounds, I grant that I always have. But how much longer possible when my children commit such vulgarities? Why in the name of goodness are such children? What the devil has got into them, and is it really the case that when Grace offers as a proof of her license and a specimen of her taste a son-in-... | the possibility with dark resentment. “It lets us so down--from what we’ve always been and done; so down, down, down that I’m amazed you don’t feel it!” “Oh, I feel there’s still plenty to keep you up!” she soothingly laughed. He seemed to consider this vague amount--which he apparently judged, however, not so vast as... | well then!” But the young man, indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some supreme p... | his nature. “Well, my dear,” he thus more blandly professed, “I shall need all the extra _agrément_ that your affection can supply.” If nothing could have been, on this, richer response, nothing could at the same time have bee more pleasing than her modesty. “Ah, my affectionate Theign, is, as I think you know, a fount... | The Outcry |
“Oh, he’s beyond his time,” | Theign | his lordship will see him.”<|quote|>“Oh, he’s beyond his time,”</|quote|>his lordship pronounced-- “I can’t | Sandgate said “Coming up?” “If his lordship will see him.”<|quote|>“Oh, he’s beyond his time,”</|quote|>his lordship pronounced-- “I can’t see him now!” “Ah, but | was kept from going on to mention by the voice of Mr. Gotch, who had thrown open the door to the not altogether assured sound of “Mr. Breckenridge Bender.” The guest in possession gave a cry of impatience, but Lady Sandgate said “Coming up?” “If his lordship will see him.”<|quote|>“Oh, he’s beyond his time,”</|quote|>h... | went away in the last degree offensive and outrageous; but even if he charged one and one’s poor dear decent old defences with less rabid a fury everything about him would forbid _that_ kind of relation.” What kind of relation, if any, Hugh’s deficiencies might still render thinkable Lord Theign was kept from going on ... | grant that I always have. But how much longer possible when my children commit such vulgarities? Why in the name of goodness are such children? What the devil has got into them, and is it really the case that when Grace offers as a proof of her license and a specimen of her taste a son-in-law as you tell me I’m in dang... | lets us so down--from what we’ve always been and done; so down, down, down that I’m amazed you don’t feel it!” “Oh, I feel there’s still plenty to keep you up!” she soothingly laughed. He seemed to consider this vague amount--which he apparently judged, however, not so vast as to provide for the whole yearning of his ... | indulging in a final, a fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some supreme protest; but after another prolo... | asked, “would you then take?” He was perfectly prompt. “The line that for Grace it’s simply ignoble.” The force of her deprecation of such language was qualified by tact. “Ah, darling, as dreadful as _that?_” He could but view the possibility with dark resentment. “It lets us so down--from what we’ve always been and do... | The Outcry |
his lordship pronounced-- | No speaker | “Oh, he’s beyond his time,”<|quote|>his lordship pronounced--</|quote|>“I can’t see him now!” | his lordship will see him.” “Oh, he’s beyond his time,”<|quote|>his lordship pronounced--</|quote|>“I can’t see him now!” “Ah, but _mustn’t_ you--and mayn’t | to mention by the voice of Mr. Gotch, who had thrown open the door to the not altogether assured sound of “Mr. Breckenridge Bender.” The guest in possession gave a cry of impatience, but Lady Sandgate said “Coming up?” “If his lordship will see him.” “Oh, he’s beyond his time,”<|quote|>his lordship pronounced--</|quote... | degree offensive and outrageous; but even if he charged one and one’s poor dear decent old defences with less rabid a fury everything about him would forbid _that_ kind of relation.” What kind of relation, if any, Hugh’s deficiencies might still render thinkable Lord Theign was kept from going on to mention by the voic... | But how much longer possible when my children commit such vulgarities? Why in the name of goodness are such children? What the devil has got into them, and is it really the case that when Grace offers as a proof of her license and a specimen of her taste a son-in-law as you tell me I’m in danger of helplessly to swallo... | we’ve always been and done; so down, down, down that I’m amazed you don’t feel it!” “Oh, I feel there’s still plenty to keep you up!” she soothingly laughed. He seemed to consider this vague amount--which he apparently judged, however, not so vast as to provide for the whole yearning of his nature. “Well, my dear,” he... | fairly sinister, study of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some supreme protest; but after another prolonged and decisive engage... | which he went for his hat. “But there’s one thing,” he remembered as he came back with it: “where’s my too, _too_ unnatural daughter?” “If you mean Grace and really want her I’ll send and find out.” “Not now” --he bethought himself. “But does she _see_ that chatterbox?” “Mr. Crimble? Yes, she sees him.” He kept his eye... | The Outcry |
“I can’t see him now!” | Theign | his time,” his lordship pronounced--<|quote|>“I can’t see him now!”</|quote|>“Ah, but _mustn’t_ you--and mayn’t | see him.” “Oh, he’s beyond his time,” his lordship pronounced--<|quote|>“I can’t see him now!”</|quote|>“Ah, but _mustn’t_ you--and mayn’t _I_ then?” She waited, however, | the voice of Mr. Gotch, who had thrown open the door to the not altogether assured sound of “Mr. Breckenridge Bender.” The guest in possession gave a cry of impatience, but Lady Sandgate said “Coming up?” “If his lordship will see him.” “Oh, he’s beyond his time,” his lordship pronounced--<|quote|>“I can’t see him now!... | outrageous; but even if he charged one and one’s poor dear decent old defences with less rabid a fury everything about him would forbid _that_ kind of relation.” What kind of relation, if any, Hugh’s deficiencies might still render thinkable Lord Theign was kept from going on to mention by the voice of Mr. Gotch, who h... | longer possible when my children commit such vulgarities? Why in the name of goodness are such children? What the devil has got into them, and is it really the case that when Grace offers as a proof of her license and a specimen of her taste a son-in-law as you tell me I’m in danger of helplessly to swallow the dose?” ... | and done; so down, down, down that I’m amazed you don’t feel it!” “Oh, I feel there’s still plenty to keep you up!” she soothingly laughed. He seemed to consider this vague amount--which he apparently judged, however, not so vast as to provide for the whole yearning of his nature. “Well, my dear,” he thus more blandly... | of such a dealer in the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some supreme protest; but after another prolonged and decisive engagement with the two pairs... | supply.” If nothing could have been, on this, richer response, nothing could at the same time have bee more pleasing than her modesty. “Ah, my affectionate Theign, is, as I think you know, a fountain always in flood; but in any more worldly element than that--as you’ve ever seen for yourself--a poor strand with my own ... | The Outcry |
“Ah, but _mustn’t_ you--and mayn’t _I_ then?” | Lady Sandgate | “I can’t see him now!”<|quote|>“Ah, but _mustn’t_ you--and mayn’t _I_ then?”</|quote|>She waited, however, for no | his time,” his lordship pronounced-- “I can’t see him now!”<|quote|>“Ah, but _mustn’t_ you--and mayn’t _I_ then?”</|quote|>She waited, however, for no response to signify to her | who had thrown open the door to the not altogether assured sound of “Mr. Breckenridge Bender.” The guest in possession gave a cry of impatience, but Lady Sandgate said “Coming up?” “If his lordship will see him.” “Oh, he’s beyond his time,” his lordship pronounced-- “I can’t see him now!”<|quote|>“Ah, but _mustn’t_ you... | charged one and one’s poor dear decent old defences with less rabid a fury everything about him would forbid _that_ kind of relation.” What kind of relation, if any, Hugh’s deficiencies might still render thinkable Lord Theign was kept from going on to mention by the voice of Mr. Gotch, who had thrown open the door to ... | commit such vulgarities? Why in the name of goodness are such children? What the devil has got into them, and is it really the case that when Grace offers as a proof of her license and a specimen of her taste a son-in-law as you tell me I’m in danger of helplessly to swallow the dose?” “Do you find Mr. Crimble,” Lady S... | down that I’m amazed you don’t feel it!” “Oh, I feel there’s still plenty to keep you up!” she soothingly laughed. He seemed to consider this vague amount--which he apparently judged, however, not so vast as to provide for the whole yearning of his nature. “Well, my dear,” he thus more blandly professed, “I shall need... | the arbitrary, made sure of the extent, whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some supreme protest; but after another prolonged and decisive engagement with the two pairs of eyes that waited... | to consider this vague amount--which he apparently judged, however, not so vast as to provide for the whole yearning of his nature. “Well, my dear,” he thus more blandly professed, “I shall need all the extra _agrément_ that your affection can supply.” If nothing could have been, on this, richer response, nothing could... | The Outcry |
She waited, however, for no response to signify to her servant | No speaker | _mustn’t_ you--and mayn’t _I_ then?”<|quote|>She waited, however, for no response to signify to her servant</|quote|>“Let him come,” and her | see him now!” “Ah, but _mustn’t_ you--and mayn’t _I_ then?”<|quote|>She waited, however, for no response to signify to her servant</|quote|>“Let him come,” and her companion could but exhale a | the not altogether assured sound of “Mr. Breckenridge Bender.” The guest in possession gave a cry of impatience, but Lady Sandgate said “Coming up?” “If his lordship will see him.” “Oh, he’s beyond his time,” his lordship pronounced-- “I can’t see him now!” “Ah, but _mustn’t_ you--and mayn’t _I_ then?”<|quote|>She wait... | old defences with less rabid a fury everything about him would forbid _that_ kind of relation.” What kind of relation, if any, Hugh’s deficiencies might still render thinkable Lord Theign was kept from going on to mention by the voice of Mr. Gotch, who had thrown open the door to the not altogether assured sound of “Mr... | of goodness are such children? What the devil has got into them, and is it really the case that when Grace offers as a proof of her license and a specimen of her taste a son-in-law as you tell me I’m in danger of helplessly to swallow the dose?” “Do you find Mr. Crimble,” Lady Sandgate as if there might really be somet... | it!” “Oh, I feel there’s still plenty to keep you up!” she soothingly laughed. He seemed to consider this vague amount--which he apparently judged, however, not so vast as to provide for the whole yearning of his nature. “Well, my dear,” he thus more blandly professed, “I shall need all the extra _agrément_ that your ... | whatever it was, of his own wrong. “Not one more day?” Lord Theign only waved him away. “Not one more hour!” He paused at the door, this reluctant spokesman, as if for some supreme protest; but after another prolonged and decisive engagement with the two pairs of eyes that waited, though differently, on his performance... | you’ve ever seen for yourself--a poor strand with my own sad affairs, a broken reed; not ‘great’ as they used so finely to call it! You _are_--with the natural sense of greatness and, for supreme support, the instinctive grand man doing and taking things.” He sighed, none the less, he groaned, with his thoughts of trou... | The Outcry |
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