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Your ladyship merits a superior... I trust I have not... I am entirely at your ladyship's mercy. 'Are you prepared, if your daughter is asked in marriage, to settle ten thousand pounds on her, General Ople? The General collected himself.
He began to feel a sort of nibbling pleasure in her grotesque sketches of his person; a tendency to recur to the old ones while dreading the arrival of new. You hear old gentlemen speak fondly of the swish; and they are not attached to pain, but the instrument revives their feeling of youth; and General Ople half enjoyed, while shrinking, Lady Camper's foregone outlines of him.
The church was of the considerate old-fashioned order, with deaf square pews, permitting the mind to abstract itself from the sermon, or wrestle at leisure with the difficulties presented by the preacher, as General Ople often did, feeling not a little in love with his sincere attentiveness for grappling with the knotty point and partially allowing the struggle to be seen.
He stood, his head bent and appealing to her sideface, like one pleadingly in pursuit, and very deferentially, with a courteous vehemence, he entreated first her ladyship's pardon for his presumption, and then the gift of her ladyship's hand. As for his language, it was the tongue of General Ople. But his bearing was fine.
Then she said, 'Your arm, General Ople, and she made one circuit of the lawn with him, barely speaking. At her request, he conducted her to her carriage. He took a seat beside her, obediently. He felt that he was being sketched, and comported himself like a child's flat man, that jumps at the pulling of a string. 'Where have you left your girl, General?
The prying of the outside world was impossible. Comfort, fortification; and gentlemanliness made the place, as the General said, an ideal English home. The compass of the estate was half an acre, and perhaps a perch or two, just the size for the hugging love General Ople was happiest in giving.
I say, she hasn't an idea of my sufferings. General Ople delivered his card at Lady Camper's lodgegates and escaped to his residence in a state of prickly heat that required the brushing of his hair with hard brushes for several minutes to comfort and re-establish him.
Either you're doing it to apear Interesting, or you've done somthing you're scared about. Which is it?" I refused to reply. "Because if it's the first, and you're trying to look literary, you are going about it wrong," she said. "Real Literary People don't go round mooning and talking about the ople sea." I saw mother had been talking, and I drew myself up.
The General smiled. The smile was meant for propitiation and sweetness. It became a brazen smile. 'Unless you wish to step back, said she. 'Indeed, no. I am happy, Lady Camper. My life is yours. I say, my life is devoted to you, dear madam. 'Angela! General Ople was blushingly delivered of the name. 'That will do, said she.
His hand was at his breast-pocket immediately, as he said: 'Have you not seen? though but a few minutes back he had shown her the contents of the packet, including a hurried glance of the famous digging scene. By this time the entire district was in fervid sympathy with General Ople.
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