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I suppose they do." She came to them often after that, sometimes alone, twice with Johnny Dromore, sometimes with young Oliver, who, under Sylvia's spell, soon lost his stand-off air. And the statuette was begun.
And faster than ever he walked away. Pall Mall brought him back to that counterfeit presentment of the real reality. There, in St. James's Street, was Johnny Dromore's Club; and, again moved by impulse, he pushed open its swing door. No need to ask; for there was Dromore in the hall, on his way from dinner to the card-room.
Helped Mark with his er No! Really! Read a lot, no doubt? Never had any time for readin' himself awful bore not having time to read! And Sylvia listening and smiling, very still and soft. What had Dromore come for?
Percy, the Bishop of Dromore, who permitted me to copy it from the original in his possession. It was presented to his Lordship by Sir Joshua Reynolds, to whom it was given by the son of Mr. Richardson the painter, the person to whom it is addressed.
From Dromore's face the chaffing look went, like a candle-flame blown out; and a coppery flush spread over it. For some seconds he did not speak, then, jerking his head towards the picture, he muttered gruffly: "Never had the chance of marrying, there; Nell's 'outside." A sort of anger leaped in Lennan; why should Dromore speak that word as if he were ashamed of his own daughter?
Dr. Percy, the Bishop of Dromore, humorously observed, that Levett used to breakfast on the crust of a roll, which Johnson, after tearing out the crumb for himself, threw to his humble friend. BOSWELL. Perhaps the word threw is here too strong. Dr. Johnson never treated Levett with contempt.
For what was this disquiet feeling, but the sense that he had had his day, would never again know the stir and fearful joy of falling in love, but only just hanker after what was past and gone! Could anything be more reprehensible in a married man? It was yes the last day of January, when, returning from one of those restless rambles in Hyde Park, he met Dromore.
He entered with 'Dromore' composure, very well groomed, in a silk hat, a cut-away black coat and charming lemon-coloured gloves; what, indeed, the youth did, besides belonging to the Yeomanry and hunting all the winter, seemed known only to himself. He made no excuse for interrupting Lennan, and for some time sat silently smoking his cigarette, and pulling the ears of the dogs.
A long silence, then, in the dusk with the violet glimmer from outside the windows, the fire flickering in front of them, the grey kitten purring against his neck, the smoke of their cigars going up, and such a strange, dozing sense of rest, as he had not known for many days. And then something, someone at the door, over by the sideboard! And Dromore speaking in a queer voice: "Come in, Nell!
Then, through the window above his head, he heard Oliver Dromore a voice one could always tell, pitched high, with its slight drawl pleading, very softly at first, then insistent, imperious; and suddenly Nell's answering voice: "I won't, Oliver! I won't! I won't!" He rose to go out of earshot.
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