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In sheer pride of racial superiority, as he had calculated would be the case, Dumetrius replied: "Oh! I shall get it, Mr. Forsyte, sir!" The flutter of his eyelid fortified Soames in a resolution to write direct to the new Bolderby, suggesting that the only dignified way of dealing with an Old Crome was to avoid dealers. He therefore said, "Well, good-day!" and went, leaving Dumetrius the wiser.
Out of sight was out of mind! And now she was coming back. Another worry! And the Bolderby Old Crome was gone Dumetrius had got it all because that anonymous letter had put it out of his thoughts. He furtively remarked the strained look on his daughter's face, as if she too were gazing at a picture that she couldn't buy. He almost wished the War back. Worries didn't seem, then, quite so worrying.
Out of sight was out of mind! And now she was coming back. Another worry! And the Bolderby Old Crome was gone Dumetrius had got it all because that anonymous letter had put it out of his thoughts. He furtively remarked the strained look on his daughter's face, as if she too were gazing at a picture that she couldn't buy. He almost wished the war back. Worries didn't seem, then, quite so worrying.
Out of sight was out of mind! And now she was coming back. Another worry! And the Bolderby Old Crome was gone Dumetrius had got it all because that anonymous letter had put it out of his thoughts. He furtively remarked the strained look on his daughter's face, as if she too were gazing at a picture that she couldn't buy. He almost wished the War back. Worries didn't seem, then, quite so worrying.
Almost worth while to have fought the War to have the Bolderby Old Crome, as it were, in flux! Old Bolderby had died, his son and grandson had been killed a cousin was coming into the estate, who meant to sell it, some said because of the condition of England, others said because he had asthma.
He therefore confined himself to discussing with Dumetrius whether Monticellis would come again now that it was the fashion for a picture to be anything except a picture; and the future of Johns, with a side-slip into Buxton Knights. It was only when leaving that he added: "So they're not selling the Bolderby Old Crome, after all?"
And, buying a copy of John Bull not that he approved of it, an extravagant affair he entered the Tube elevator with his mere brown-paper parcel, and was borne down into the bowels of the earth. On his way to Green Street it occurred to Soames that he ought to go into Dumetrius' in Suffolk Street about the possibility of the Bolderby Old Crome.
Almost worth while to have fought the war to have the Bolderby Old Crome, as it were, in flux! Old Bolderby had died, his son and grandson had been killed a cousin was coming into the estate, who meant to sell it, some said because of the condition of England, others said because he had asthma.
He therefore confined himself to discussing with Dumetrius whether Monticellis would come again now that it was the fashion for a picture to be anything except a picture; and the future of Johns, with a side-slip into Buxton Knights. It was only when leaving that he added: "So they're not selling the Bolderby Old Crome, after all?"
In sheer pride of racial superiority, as he had calculated would be the case, Dumetrius replied: "Oh! I shall get it, Mr. Forsyte, sir." The flutter of his eyelid fortified Soames in a resolution to write direct to the new Bolderby, suggesting that the only dignified way of dealing with an Old Crome was to avoid dealers. He therefore said: "Well, good-day!" and went, leaving Dumetrius the wiser.
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