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There was a sensation of interest and friendliness in the company as these young fellows, after their moment of social intimidation, began to gather round the pictures, and to fling their praise and blame about, and talk the delightful shop of the studio. The sight of their fresh young faces, the sound of their voices, struck a pang of regret that was almost envy to Colville's heart.
"Yes; I did." A dead silence ensued, in which the fragments of the situation broken by these words revolved before Colville's thought with kaleidoscopic variety, and he passed through all the phases of anger, resentment, wounded self-love, and accusing shame. At last, "I suppose you had your reasons," he said simply.
"And there are others who may perhaps consider themselves aggrieved." At Colville's club, where they dined, he met more than one friend. "Hallo!" said one who had the ruddy countenance and bluff manners of a retired major. "Hallo! Who'd have expected to see you here? I didn't know I thought eh! dammy!" And a hundred facetious questions gleamed from the major's eye.
Bowen, and to put an end to Colville's audience. In these days, when Colville came every night to Palazzo Pinti, he got back the tone he had lost in the past fortnight. He thought that it was the complete immunity from his late pleasures, and the regular and sufficient sleep, which had set him firmly on his feet again, but he did not inquire very closely.
In my position, what would you do?" "I don't understand your position," replied Clubbe. "I don't understand politics; I am only a seafaring man. But there is only one thing to do the square thing." "But," protested Dormer Colville's pupil, "I cannot throw over my friends. I cannot abandon France now." "The square thing," repeated the sailor, stubbornly.
The child smiled, as she did at Colville's speeches, which she apparently considered all jokes, but diplomatically referred the decision to Imogene with an upward glance. "We shall be very glad indeed," said the girl. "That's very polite of you. But Miss Effie makes no effort to conceal her dismay," said Colville.
Bowen's bell, and Effie sprang up the stairs before them to give her mother the news of Mr. Colville's coming, the girl stole her hand into his. "Shall you tell her?" "Of course. She must know without an instant's delay." "Yes, yes; that is right. Oh! Shall I go with you?" "Yes; come!" Mrs.
"There will be a difference, you understand. You will be a different person from what you were when last there," he went on, in a muffled voice. "Yes, I understand," replied Barebone, gravely. Already the dream was taking shape Colville's persuasive voice had awakened him to find that it was no dream, but a reality and Farlingford was fading back into the land of shadows.
The child set her teeth for fondness of him, and seizing his cheeks between her hands, squeezed them hard, admiring the effect upon his features, which in some respects was not advantageous. "Effie!" cried her mother sternly; and she dropped to her place again, and laid hold of Colville's arm for protection. "You are really very rude. I shall send you to bed." "Oh no, don't, Mrs.
John Turner was awaiting his visitor, and gave a large soft hand inertly into Colville's warm grasp. "I always wish I saw more of you," said the new-comer. "Is there not enough of me already?" inquired the banker, pointing to the vacant chair, upon which fell the full light of the double window. A smaller window opposite to it afforded a view of the court-yard.
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