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Leigh suspected that the subject might be a sore one with him, and that he thoroughly disapproved of Miss Wycliffe's odd charity. When a talker is silent, his silence has the tactile quality of Egyptian darkness, and so it now appeared in Cardington. Concerning Miss Wycliffe herself they made no comment, doubtless because they were thinking of her so intently.
And she knew she would never respect his opinions, that he was one who might champion crude and undigested theories, theories which men trained as her father and Leigh and Cardington had been trained would weigh in the balance and find wanting. How rashly she had condemned this training, how effectually her experiment had cured her of radicalism, she herself now saw clearly.
"She's part of the story, too," he went on, "but she does n't come in yet. However, if there were two people in Warwick that suspected anything serious, it was that woman and Professor Cardington." "Not the bishop?" Leigh asked. "I don't think so, though he did freeze me in that way of his that you can't put your finger on.
This remark led to the old question of American heiresses and the English nobility, and to a prolonged discussion as to whether or not most women ruled their husbands. Women nearly always argue from personal experience, and consequently Lady Cardington whose husband had treated her badly differed on this point from Mrs. Wolfstein, who always did precisely what she pleased, regardless of Mr.
"I promised to let her pretend to read it." "I call that a wicked speech," he reproved. "Where is that charity which your father has striven to inculcate in your heart?" She slipped the book into a large Satsuma vase, with a sidelong glance at Leigh. Cardington accepted the act with a meek acquiescence that rested comically upon him and proclaimed his chains.
I was just reminded of a story I once read of a bed of that kind with a movable canopy that came down in the night and smothered the occupant." "Excellent," said Cardington. "The thing was worked, as I remember, from the room above, and was used by the robber host to persuade his guests to part peaceably with their valuables.
Long before Emmet had mentioned Birdseye Avenue, he had known the worst; but only then, when he remembered the two lovers whom he and Cardington had overtaken after the evening at Littleford's, did his emotion culminate in this unexpected expression.
Subtle people are always peppering their little pockets and thinking nobody sees them." "And lots of people don't," said Mrs. Wolfstein. "The vices are divinely comic," continued Lady Manby, looking every moment more like a teapot. "I think it's such a mercy. Fancy what a lot of fun we should lose if there were no drunkards, for instance!" Lady Cardington looked shocked.
It is a good ten-mile business." After a little, when I had had some milk and rum, the horses were saddled, and we crossed by an ox-road through the forest past the settlement of Cardington, and then forded Cobb's Creek, A cross-road carried us into the Haverford road, and so on by wood-ways to the old Welsh farms beyond Merion.
And he put down the pipe with evident reluctance. "Such is the power of preoccupation." "We 're a tall set of men here," Leigh said, as the professor rose to his feet. "You and the bishop and I would measure eighteen feet or more, placed one above the other." "Pelion on Ossa!" Cardington cried.
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