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If he's pig enough not to talk to you, it wouldn't surprise me and it's just as well, too, for if he likes anybody he compromises them, but it's no use your ever liking a Grandcourt, for all the men make rotten husbands I'm glad Rosalie Dysart threw him over for poor Jack Dysart; it saved her a divorce! I'd get one if I could; so would Magnelius.
Therefore tell him, sister, I accept." And 'twas done. I had this from Maria herself, who took it for an instance of commendable good sense; but I know not somehow I would have a girl less of a Jew with her charms. Anyhow, stout or no, she will be my Lady Countess Dysart when his father dies; and now sure, there are no more worlds left for the Walpole girls to conquer.
They were not two hundred yards away, when there came a third great sea; and at that the brig lifted clean over the reef; her canvas filled for a moment, and she seemed to sail in chase of them, but settling all the while; and presently she drew down and down, as if a hand was drawing her; and the sea closed over the Covenant of Dysart.
There was only one thing for him to say and he said it cordially, mentally damning himself for forgetting that Rosalie was to be invited. "I'll write to them both this morning," concluded Geraldine. "Of course poor Jack Dysart is out of the question." "A little," he said mildly.
He swung on his heel and made toward the lights once more, and a moment later the man he sought passed within a few feet of him, and Duane knew him by his costume, which was a blue replica of his own gray silks. "Dysart!" he said sharply. The masked figure swung gracefully around and stood still, searching the shadowy woodland inquiringly. "I want a word with you.
A servant came; he looked across at Duane, hesitated to speak: "Thank you," said Duane curtly. "I've cut it out." "Scotch. Bring the decanter," murmured Dysart to the servant. When it was served he drained the glass, refilled it, and turned in the rest of the mineral water. Before he spoke he emptied the glass again and rang for more mineral water.
I seed lots on 'em when lived with the Colonel Colonel Dysart, you knows augh?" "And what are they?" "Rum ones, your honour; what they calls Authors." "Authors! what the deuce had you or the Colonel to do with Authors?"
"How long did you wait for me?" "About a minute. Then Rosalie passed " "Rosalies will always continue to pass through your career, my omnivorous friend.... Did it even occur to you to ride over here and find out why I missed our appointment?" "No; why didn't you come?" "Bibi went lame. I'd have had another horse saddled if I hadn't seen you, over my shoulder, join Mrs. Dysart."
But most of all she dreaded that he might guess her secret. "I don't know why you thought I minded your not not talking to me during dinner," she faltered. "I was having a perfectly heavenly time with Peter Tappan." "Do you mean that?" murmured Dysart. He could not help playing his part, even when it no longer interested him. To murmur was as natural to him as to breathe. She looked up piteously.
Do you wish me to believe that Sylvia is common and depraved enough to put her arms around the neck of a man who is married?" There was no other way: "No," he said, "Sylvia isn't that sort, of course." "It was either Mr. Dysart or you." He said nothing. "Then it was you!" in hot contempt. Still he said nothing. "Was it?" with a break in her voice.
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