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"I didn't say it," Russell explained. "I thought it, and you read my mind. That's the sort of girl I thought you were one that could read a man's mind. Why do you say 'unfortunately' you're not like Mildred?" Alice's smooth gesture seemed to sketch Mildred. "Because she's perfect why, she's PERFECTLY perfect!
The following Saturday Mildred returned, and that evening Philip kept her to himself. He took seats for the play, and they drank champagne at dinner. It was her first gaiety in London for so long that she enjoyed everything ingenuously. She cuddled up to Philip when they drove from the theatre to the room he had taken for her in Pimlico. "I really believe you're quite glad to see me," he said.
"Look here, old girl," said Tims at last, when they reached for the second time the seat under the willow trellis, "I'm going to sit down here, unless you'll come to tea at Boffin's." "I don't want to sit down," returned Mildred, seating herself; "or to have tea or anything. I want to be just going, going, going. I feel as though if I stop for a minute something horrid will happen."
General Alexis was now studying Mildred Thornton with surprising intentness, as though he were trying in this moment of their acquaintance to pierce beneath the surface of the girl before him. This was characteristic of the man. No human being was ever too small or too unimportant for his consideration. He was a strange combination: a great soldier and yet one of the gentlest of men.
But he was entirely taken up with Mildred. She did not like Mildred any more, she had behaved very badly to that poor little Rose Turner. 'Poor little thing, she trembles like that birch. 'What are you saying, Cissy? Who trembles like that birch? 'I was thinking of Rose, she seems dreadfully upset, Morton never looks at her now.
That Beauty with the cool blue pastoral drapery, and a lamb that hung next the great bay window with the bright yellow H shire hair, and eye of watchet hue so like my Alice! I am persuaded she was a true Elia Mildred Elia, I take it.
He did not like to be illogical, but here was simple goodness, natural and without effort, and he thought it beautiful. Meditating, he slowly tore the letter into little pieces; he did not see how he could go without Mildred, and he did not want to go with her. It was very hot, the sky was cloudless, and they had been driven to a shady corner.
Girls in her position are not nice as to terms when they can greatly better themselves. You have money enough to lodge her like a princess compared with her present condition. Verbum sat sapienti." Vinton replied indignantly that he knew nothing about Mildred. "Oh, I know all about women," was the confident reply; "have forgotten more than you ever knew."
I am sitting in a darkened room, while Mildred is having her day sleep; and as I am thinking of you, I may as well begin a letter for next mail. Last week I went to a Malay wedding, the first I ever attended, although I have been here so many years. It amused me very much; so I shall try to describe it to you. Early in the morning the bridegroom's friends came to beg flowers from our garden.
"Mildred, and you, my other friends, good friends," he began, "for I know that you are all true friends here, and I can trust you with a secret very near my heart " "Most of them are supposed never to have seen him before," said Canby, hoarsely. "And she's just told them they could judge for themselves when " "They won't notice that." "You mean the audience won't " "No, they won't," said Tinker.
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