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They were to stay here a whole week, Danvers added, for a conveyance of her private sentiments. Second thoughts however whispered to her shrewdness that his arrival could only be by appointment. She had been anticipating something of the sort for some time. Dacier butted against the stringing wind, that kept him at a rocking incline to his left for a mile.
That is what I often said to the late Abbé Foucher, a few specimens of whose work prove that he designed to do with regard to the Academicians what Lipsius and Scioppius had done for the Stoics, and M. Gassendi for Epicurus, and what M. Dacier has so well begun for Plato.
That Dacier never could have been the man for her, would have compressed and subjected her, and inflicted a further taste of bondage in marriage, she was assured. She hoped for the day when Tony would know it, and haply that another, whom she little comprehended, was her rightful mate.
But she hasn't a peer for courage. I could trust her most extraordinary thing; that marriage of hers! not a soul has ever been able to explain it: trust her to the death. Redworth left them, and Sir Lukin ejaculated on the merits of Diana Warwick to Dacier. He laughed scornfully: 'And that's the woman the world attacks for want of virtue! Why, a fellow hasn't a chance with her, not a chance.
'You, my dear, partly, said Lady Esquart. 'For an opiate? 'An invocation of the morning, said Dacier. Lady Esquart looked at Diana and, at him. She thought it was well that her fair friend should stay. It was then settled for Diana to rejoin them the next evening at Lugano, thence to proceed to Luino on the Maggiore.
For to him what has my sitting beside him been! 'He had the prospective happiness. 'He knew well that my soul would be with him as it was last night. But he knew it would be my poor human happiness to see him with my eyes, touch him with my hand, before he passed from our sight. Dacier exclaimed: 'How you can love! 'Is the village church to be seen? she asked.
Enter into the sentiment, you see that the hour of darkness is naturally chosen. And would even a grand old Pagan crave the presence beside his dead body for an hour of the night of a woman he did not esteem? Dacier answered no. The negative was not echoed in his mind. He repeated it, and to the same deadness. He became aware that he had spoken for himself, and he had a fit of sourness.
Dacier when you and I sit together, my Emmy, and a stroke here and there completes the painting. Set descriptions are good for puppets. Living men and women are too various in the mixture fashioning them even the "external presentment" to be livingly rendered in a formal sketch. Such literary craft is of the nursery. So with landscapes.
They sat silently until she drew her watch from her girdle. 'My train starts at half-past six. It is a walk of thirty-five minutes to the station. I did it last night in that time. 'You walked here in the dark alone? 'There was no fly to be had. The station-master sent one of his porters with me. We had a talk on the road. I like those men. Dacier read the hour by the mantelpiece clock.
Dacier welted at the station, a good figure of a sentinel over his luggage and a spy for one among the inpouring passengers. Tickets had been confidently taken, the private division of the carriages happily secured. On board the boat she would be veiled. Landed on French soil, they threw off disguises, breasted the facts. And those? They lightened. He smarted with his eagerness.
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