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Purcey laid his hand on the flank of his palpitating car. "Know these A.i. Damyers, Mrs. Dallison? Best value you can get, simply rippin' little cars. Wish you'd try her." The A.i. Damyer, diffusing an aroma of the finest petrol, leaped and trembled, as though conscious of her master's praise. Cecilia looked at her. "Yes," she said, "she's very sweet." "Now do!" said Mr. Purcey.
Was it 'that person'? But though it was not Mr. Purcey and his A.i. Damyer, it was somebody so like him as made no difference. Thyme uttered a little laugh. In the Park a cool light danced and glittered on the trees and water, and the same cool, dancing glitter seemed lighting the girl's eyes. The cabman, unseen, took an admiring look at her. 'Nice little bit, this! it said.
Rigid as the girl herself, Hilary looked up at her. A voice behind him said: "How are you? I thought I'd give my car a run." Mr. Purcey was coming from the gate, his eyes fixed on the window where the girl stood. "How is your wife?" he added. The bathos of this visit roused an acid fury in Hilary. He surveyed Mr.
Dallison, I think that one you call 'The Shadow' is the most rippin'. There's a something about it that gets hold of you. That was the original, wasn't it, at your Christmas party attractive girl it's an awf'ly good likeness." Bianca's face had changed, but Mr. Purcey was not a man to notice a little thing like that. "If ever you want to part with it," he said, "I hope you'll give me a chance.
Purcey called them a section of society supplemented by persons, placed beyond the realms of want, who speculated in ideas.
What proportion of the upper classes do you imagine is even conscious of that necessity? We, who have got what I call the social conscience, rise from the platform of Mr. Purcey; we're just a gang of a few thousands to Mr. Purcey's tens of thousands, and how many even of us are prepared, or, for the matter of that, fitted, to act on our consciousness?
"She seemed to me," she answered, "such a very likely type." "Ah!" murmured Stephen, "there would be, I suppose, a danger " And he looked angrily at Cecilia. Without ceasing to converse with Mr. Purcey and Signor Egregio Pozzi, she moved her left eye upwards. Mrs. Tallents Smallpeace understood this to mean: 'Be frank, and guarded! Stephen, however, interpreted it otherwise.
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