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Bluebell, confused by this unexpected proposition, and by feeling so many eyes turned upon her, did not immediately make any answer; then a vexatious remembrance intruded itself, and she replied, with what that individual would have thought most unnecessary concern, "I am very sorry I mean I believe I am half-engaged to Mr. Vavasour." "I should think you were," said Mrs. Rolleston.
We call these millions men; but they are not yet men. Half-engaged in the soil, pawing to get free, man needs all the music that can be brought to disengage him.
He must have done that or made some disreputable marriage." "I don't think he would have done that," said Patience. "But he was going to do it. He had half-engaged himself to some tailor's daughter. Indeed, up to the moment of your telling me this I thought he would marry her." Poor Clary! So Patience said to herself as she heard this.
What then? Had he fallen in love with this surprising daughter of Mrs. Tulliver at first sight? Certainly not. Such passions are never heard of in real life. Besides, he was in love already, and half-engaged to the dearest little creature in the world; and he was not a man to make a fool of himself in any way.
'Yes, do try not to come, I mean. And will you do everything I tell you? 'I suppose it will please you if I dine with Hyacinth Verney this evening? She asked me yesterday. I said I was half-engaged, but would let her know. 'Yes, it would please me very much indeed, said Mrs Raymond. 'Please do it, and try to know her better. She's sweet. I don't know her, but 'All right.
"Couldn't you persuade your uncle that a more bracing climate might suit him, too?" suggested Eliot, with a faint smile. Tony flashed him a quick glance from under his long lashes half laughing, half deprecating. "That's just it," he admitted frankly. "I can't budge him. Doreen and I are well, half engaged, you know " "Half-engaged?" asked Eliot, lifting his brows. Tony nodded, suddenly moody.
Her sister promptly fetched her, and he lingered for some time in a half-engaged condition, writing her reasonable, conscientious, feeble letters, in which he put before her dispassionately the question whether she could patiently bear "to see without sharing . . . a lot of flourishing about in carriages, . . . to be poor without the means of hiding your poverty," and assuring her that "I should be much happier with you than the way I am, provided I saw no signs of discontent in you."
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