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"As to Beattie's reasons for marrying me, well, Dion, I haven't asked what they were and I never shall. Women are mysterious, and I believe it's wisdom on our part not to try to force the locks and look into the hidden chambers. I'll do what I can to make up to Beattie for this terrible disappointment. It won't be nearly enough, but that isn't my fault. Rosamund and you can help her a little."
Beattie, according to the precept of Horace, has rushed into the midst of things, and not taken up the narrative in chronological order. There are few characters, that have risen into higher favour with the English nation, than Mr. Sheridan.
He dropped her wrist. "Oh, come into the library," said Madame Beattie. "I can't stand. My knees are creaking. Come, Esther, ask your husband in."
Finding himself necessary to her, he grew odiously presumptuous. She had not dared to rebuke him. Now she thought she would have to buy him off. Skip had had his witness fees and his expenses, and nothing else for his pains. Then Beattie warned Kedzie that it would look bad to pay Skip any money; it might cast suspicion on his testimony. Kedzie would not have done that for worlds.
The necklace was famous and some of the gems in it are historic. She was a thrifty person. I don't blame her for it. She wasn't going to see historic jewels drift back to the rue de la Paix. So they made me a proposition." Moore was forgetting to be shy. He licked his lips, the story promised so enticingly. "As I say," Madame Beattie pursued, "they made me a proposition."
"I tell you plainly, Madame Beattie, there isn't a cent to be got out of me. I'm done, broke, down and out." Madame Beattie regarded him with an unimpaired good-humour. "Bless you, Jeff," said she, "I know that. What are you going to do, now you're out?" The question came as hard as a stroke after the cushioned assurance preceding it.
Madame Beattie saw the least little flickering thought run into her eyes, and knew she was involuntarily charting the means of summons, setting up the loom, as it were, to weave the magic web. She got up, took her hat, gave her toupée a little smack with the hand, and unhinged it worse than ever. "You'll have to give him up," she said. "Give him up!" flamed Esther. "Do you think I want "
Beattie Crozier would say its housing and social atmosphere, and so forth. Almost all the divaricating work at present roughly classed together as sociological could be brought into relation in the simplest manner, either as new suggestions, as new discussion or criticism, as newly ascertained facts bearing upon such discussions and sustaining or eliminating suggestions.
The papers would say, 'Madame Beattie wore the famous necklace." "Am I permitted to say " Weedon began, and then wondered how he could proceed. "You can say anything I do," said Madame Beattie promptly. "No more. Of course not anything else. What is it you want to say?" Weedon dropped the pencil, and under the table began to squeeze inspiration from his knees.
"I always think the best of you," said Miss Amabel, with dignity yet helplessly. She sat there in an attitude of waiting, her grave glance going from one to the other, as she tried to understand. "Madame Beattie," said Jeff curtly to Moore, "is likely to give you some personal details of her life. If you print them you'll settle with me afterward." "O Jeffrey!" said Miss Amabel.
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