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She sent a disarming smile with that, looking over her shoulder in one of her most effective hesitations, one hand holding back the portière. "And next week?" cried Alicia. "Oh, next week we do L'Amourette de Giselle Frank Golding's re-vamp. Good-bye! Good-bye!" "I wonder very much what Patullo has done with The Offence of Galilee," Arnold said, after she had gone. "Come and see, Stephen.
Presently he sat down again it was still the profane, the fabulous, the horrible Patullo, but a strain of pure gold had come into the fabric worth holding in view, impossible, indeed, to close the eyes upon. Far enough it was from any semblance to historical fact, but almost possible, almost admissible, in the form of the woman, as historical fiction.
Pilate and the slave-maidens, Pilate's fat wife, and an unspeakable comic centurion, offered as yet hardly more than a prelude, but the monstrosity of the whole performance was already projected upon Arnold's suffering imagination. This, then, was what Patullo had done with it. But what other, he asked himself in quiet anger, could Patullo have been expected to do? the fellow he remembered.
Pilate and the slave-maidens, Pilate's fat wife and an unspeakably comic centurion, offered as yet hardly more than a prelude, but the monstrosity of the whole performance was already projected upon Arnold's suffering imagination. This, then, was what Patullo had done with it. But what other, he asked himself in quiet anger, could Patullo have been expected to do the fellow he remembered?
Patullo, who was charged with the inspection of the troops, and was likewise Quarter Master General of the army, and is now in France. They remained under arms at the Bridge, waiting the arrival of My Lord George Murray with the artilirie, whom Mons. de Cluny had orders to cover in passing the bridge.
"Ay, but he is as proud and vindictive as an hundred Douglasses, and an hundred devils to boot. Think of it for a night only." "Not for another moment," answered the lady. "Here, Mrs. Patullo, give this billet to young Ravenswood." "To the Master, madam!" said Mrs. Patullo. "Ay, to the Master, if you call him so."
She sent a disarming smile with that, looking over her shoulder in one of her most effective hesitations, one hand holding back the portiere. "And next week?" cried Alicia. "Oh, next week we do L'Amourette de Giselle Frank Golding's re-vamp. Good-bye! Good-bye!" "I wonder very much what Patullo has done with The Offence of Galilee," Arnold said, after she had gone. "Come and see, Stephen.
Presently he sat down again it was still the profane, the fabulous, the horrible Patullo, but a strain of pure gold had come into the fabric worth holding in view, impossible, indeed, to close the eyes upon. Far enough it was from any semblance to historical fact, but almost possible, almost admissible, in the form of the woman, as historical fiction.
Certain muscles felt responsive at the thought of Patullo which Arnold had forgotten he possessed; it was so seldom that a missionary priest, even of athletic traditions, came in contact with anybody who required to be kicked. Alicia was in front with the Yardleys, dropping her unfailing plummet into the evening's experience.
Certain muscles felt responsive at the thought of Patullo which Arnold had forgotten he possessed; it was so seldom that a missionary priest, even of athletic traditions, came in contact with anybody who required to be kicked. Alicia was in front with the Yardleys, dropping her unfailing plummet into the evening's experience.
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