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Fenellan's graphic sketch of the teetotaller woman seeing her admirer pursued by Eumenides flagons abominations of emptiness to the banks of the black river of suicides, where the one most wretched light is Inebriation's nose; and of the vegetarian violoncello's horror at his vision of the long procession of the flocks and herds into his lady's melodious Ark of a mouth, excited and delighted her antipathy.
Then she turned to a fresh satellite, a round and a ruddy, 'at her service ever, Mr. Beaves Urmsing, and repeated Fenellan's words. He, in unfeigned wonderment at such unsuspected powers, cried: 'Dear me! and stared at the little man, making the pretty lady's face a twinkling dew. He had missed the Concert. Was it first-rate? Ecstasy answered in the female voice.
He could not feel them to be absurd while Mrs. Burman's tenure of existence barred the ceremony. Anything for a phrase! he murmured of Fenellan's talk; calling him, Dear old boy, to soften the slight. Nataly had not seen Fenellan or heard from Dartrey; so she continued to be uninformed of her hero's release; and that was in the order of happy accidents.
Fenellan had sunk into his usual apathy: and might plead the impossibility of his moving faster than the woman professing to transform herself into, beneficence out of malignity; one could hear him saying the words! Victor had not seen him since last Concert evening, and he deemed it as well to hear the words Fenellan's mouth had to say.
Two carriages and a cab conveyed the excursionists, as they merrily called themselves, to the terminus. They were Victor's guests; they had no trouble, no expense, none of the nipper reckonings which dog our pleasures; the state of pure bliss. Fenellan's enviousness drove him at the Rev. Mr. Barmby until the latter jumped to the seat beside Nesta in her carriage, Mademoiselle de Seilles and Mr.
Then she turned to a fresh satellite, a round and a ruddy, 'at her service ever, Mr. Beaves Urmsing, and repeated Fenellan's words. He, in unfeigned wonderment at such unsuspected powers, cried: 'Dear me! and stared at the little man, making the pretty lady's face a twinkling dew. He had missed the Concert. Was it first-rate? Ecstasy answered in the female voice.
'You hit me rightly,'said Carting, tickled and touched; sensually excited by the bouquet of Victor Radnor's hospitality and companionship, which added flavour to Fenellan's compliments.
In ascribing them to a weariness at Fenellan's perpetual acquiescence, he put the cover on them, and he stamped it with a repudiation of the charge, that Colney's views upon the great Marriage Question were the 'very hee-haw of nonsense. They were not the hee-haw; in fact, viewing the host of marriages, they were for discussion; there was no bray about them.
Fenellan's tone signified to his feverish sensibility of the moment, that the matter was personal; and the intimation of a touch on domestic affairs caused sinkings in his vacuity, much as though his heart were having a fall. He mentioned the slip on the bridge, to explain his: need to visit a haberdasher's shop, and pointed at the waistcoat. Mr.
Radnor affably replied to a stranger; and gazing on the face of his friend Fenellan, knew the voice, and laughed: 'You? He straightened his back immediately to cross the road, dismissing nervousness as a vapour, asking, between a cab and a van: 'Anything doing in the City? For Mr. Fenellan's proper station faced Westward. The reply was deferred until they had reached the pavement, when Mr.
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