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He is so lazy and English and phlegmatic I'd like to make him crazy with love but he looked at you, you little witch, not at me at all." "You are welcome to him, Morri I don't care for Englishmen. Good-night, pet," and Mrs. Howard kissed her friend, and going in to her room, she shut the door.
I could have been so happy if I had known these things in time!" "Yes, Morri, but Henry is not like that. How must I satisfy him?" Moravia lay back in her chair and discoursed meditatively. "It is only the very noblest natures in men that women can be perfectly frank with, and as good and kind and tender as they feel they would like to be. Lord Fordyce is one of these.
Sabine had said to the Princess that night, as they talked in their sitting-room: "Do you know, Morri, I have almost decided to marry this Englishman some day. You have often told me I was foolish not to free myself from any bonds, however lightly they held me and I have never wanted to but now I do at once as soon as possible before my husband can suggest being free of me! I have written to Mr.
"I don't exactly know, Morri the law is such a strange thing; however, my husband has agreed and begun to take the necessary steps by requesting me to go back to him, which I have refused to do." "You are looking perfectly splendid, dear. Having all that brain stimulation evidently suits you. Wasn't the visit of Lord Fordyce delightful in that romantic old castle?
Some are caught by wiles, and some are trapped, and some revel in being captured and a few a few are like me they get away as a bird with a shot in its wing." Sabine was startled what was agitating her friend? "But your troubles are over, Morri, darling your wings are strong and free!" "I said there was a shot in one of them."
Parsons already and I suppose it will not take very long. The laws there, I believe, are not so binding as in England " and then she stopped short. "The laws where?" Moravia could not refrain from asking; her curiosity had at last won the day. "In Scotland, Morri. He was a Scotchman, not an American at all as every one supposes."
He has got some matrimonial tangle like you have, and when he is through with it, Daisy is such dead nuts on him, they say she is certain to get him to marry her! Do tell me exactly what he is like I am not over fond of Daisy, you know but she is a splendid specimen of dash and vim." "He is good-looking, Morri and he has got 'it." "I gathered that from all that I have heard of him here.
"Then I wonder what you want, Sabine because I know you do not really want Lord Fordyce he represents chivalry and I don't believe you are at that stage yet, dearest." "What stage am I at, then, Morri?" "The one when you want a master you have mastered everything yourself up to now but the moment will come to you and then you will be fortunate, perhaps, if fate keeps the man away!"
My mother would find you perfect, whatever you were like, if she knew that you were my choice and for the same reason my sisters would perhaps find fault with you; so I want you to make their conquest without any handicap." Sabine, writing one of her long letters to Moravia in Italy, said: I am very happy, Morri.
She gave him a friendly smile, and disappeared up the stairs to their sitting-room there to find Moravia indulging in nerves. "I just want to scream, darling!" that lady said, and Sabine patted her hands. "Then don't, Morri, dearest," she implored her.
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