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Renee suffered herself to be probed here and there, and revealed nothing of the pain of the operation. She said to Nevil, in Rosamund's hearing: 'Have you the sense of honour acute in your country? Nevil inquired for the apropos. 'None, said she. Such pointed insolence disposed Rosamund to an irritable antagonism, without reminding her that she had given some cause for it.
She had already developed the fixed determination to return to London for the "season," to accomplish an actual presentation at court, and to make England her future home for the rest of her days. One thing more was lost by Rosamund's delay in Essex all chance of a last recognition from her father.
"I shan't have anything to do with riots." "Within a month you will have been in a riot, Madame ... and I shall regret it." "And even if I am, Madame! You are a friend of Rosamund's. You must be in sympathy." "In sympathy with what?" "With with all this suffragism, feminism. I am anyway!" Audrey sat up straight. "It's horrible that women don't have the Vote.
She felt she could swim through anything and over anything; but she was not certain that she could swim and support a boy so big and strong as Hughie. Then there rose before her vision the face of Rosamund Rosamund's face with its noble expression, its clear, steadfast, dark eyes Rosamund with her ringing voice.
"Of what sort?" "You will see. But there is the tea-bell; let us go in." Irene looked wonderfully thoughtful, for her. She walked slowly by Rosamund's side into the house. Still slowly, and with that thoughtful expression on her face; she passed along the hall until she reached the pretty parlor where tea was always served.
He was actually, after his fashion, courteous, it could be said of him, except that his mind was too visibly possessed by distant matters for Rosamund's taste, she being accustomed to drawing-room and hunting and military gentlemen, who can be all in the words they utter.
Dawn the next morning was heralded by only a thin line of red parting the masses of black-grey snow clouds which still hung low down in the east. The wind had dropped, and there was something ghostly about the still twilight as Dominey issued from the back regions and made his way through the untrodden snow round to the side of the house underneath Rosamund's window.
I know you are a little girl, and cannot understand perhaps all that I say; but if you give Irene up to-night I shall be in despair." Tears came to Rosamund's bright eyes. She sat quite still, looking at the child. "I won't give her up! I won't be frightened at all. I will run back to her now." "There's a darling! Go this very second. Where are your slippers?
Rosamund's lease of the house in the Precincts, "Little Cloisters," as it was deliciously named, had been for six months, from the 1st of March till the 1st of September. As Dion was not coming home yet, and as he wrote begging her to live on at Welsley if she preferred it to London, she was anxious to "renew" for another six months. The question whether Mrs.
Rosamund's more than half-cynical ideas of men, and her custom of wringing unanimous verdicts from a jury of temporary impressions, inclined her to imagine him a lover that had not to be so very much condoled with, and a politician less alarming in practice than in theory: somewhat a gentleman of domestic tirades on politics: as it is observed of your generous young Radical of birth and fortune, that he will become on the old high road to a round Conservatism.
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