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Plato every now and again would indulge in a walk abroad with Julian, accompanying him as far as the rectory, where he would enter, laying his broad head on Walden's knee with a world of sympathy in his loving brown eyes, while Nebbie, half-jealous, half-gratified, squatted humbly in the shadow of his feathery tail.

"You have a man with you whose trade is talk. I'm not needed," was his curt reply. Half-incensed, half-gratified by his passionate exclamation, she drew back, while Barkman, advancing, said: "Good day, Mr. Bancroft, good day. I was just tryin' to persuade Miss Conklin to come for another drive this evenin' in order to get this business of ours settled as soon as possible." "Another drive."

"You have a man with you whose trade is talk. I'm not needed," was his curt reply. Half-incensed, half-gratified by his passionate exclamation, she drew back, while Barkman, advancing, said: "Good day, Mr. Bancroft, good day. I was just tryin' to persuade Miss Conklin to come for another drive this evenin' in order to get this business of ours settled as soon as possible." "Another drive."

Malderton, with a degree of respect amounting almost to veneration; and returned the greetings of the two young men in a half-gratified, half-patronising manner, which fully convinced them that he must be an important, and, at the same time, condescending personage.

The sad eyes smiled at her from the bed, half-gratified, half-incredulous, like the eyes of a lonely child who listens to a fairy-tale. "It was like him to think of that, Biddy. But I wish he had stayed a little longer. I must get up and go and find him." "Hasn't he been with ye through the night?" asked Biddy, bent again to her task. "Nearly all night long!"

Her sister laughed a little, so well did she know that little half- conscious, half-gratified tone of assumption of power over the other sex; but Miss Adeline proved to be right. Nay, Mr. White actually called in the raw cold afternoon, which kept her in when every one else was out.

She had contracted, not in her first youth, a matrimonial alliance it could hardly be called a marriage with a general, distinguished in India and obscure everywhere else, who had built a villa called "The Towers" a few miles from Priesthope. The marriage had taken place after years of half-gratified reluctance on his part and indomitable crude persistence on hers.