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"A band of dealers in fleshpottery." Do you detect a gleam of sense? He underscores it. Then he comes to this': Captain Baskelett requested Colonel Halkett to read for himself: 'The stench of the trail of Ego in our History. The colonel perused it with an unsavoury expression of his features, and jumped up. 'Oddly, Mr.
At the foot of the stairs he turned; he had recognized Cecilia Halkett. Seeing her there was more strange to him than being there himself; but he bowed to facts. 'What do you think? he said. She did not answer intelligibly. He walked up. The crazed gabbling tongue had entire possession of the house, and rang through it at an amazing pitch to sustain for a single minute.
'I suspect you have the worst of it there, papa, said Cecilia, taken by the unexpectedness and smartness of the comparison coming from wits that she had been undervaluing. 'I shall not own I'm worsted until I surrender my vote, the colonel rejoined. 'I won't despair of it, said Beauchamp. Colonel Halkett bade him come for it as often as he liked. You'll be beaten in Bevisham, I warn you.
"At them," et caetera: "We have signed no convention to respect their" he speaks of Englishmen, Colonel Halkett "their passive idolatries; a people with whom a mute conformity is as good as worship, but a word of dissent holds you up to execration; and only for the freedom won in foregone days their hate would be active.
'They're not pearls of price, he said. 'I do not wear them to fascinate the jewellers, rejoined Miss Halkett. 'So you are a candidate at an Election. You still have a tinge of Africa, do you know? But you have not abandoned the navy? Not altogether. 'Oh! no, no: I hope not. I have heard of you, . . . but who has not? We cannot spare officers like you.
'Yes, Miss Halkett said, pausing, 'and I know you would not talk down to me, but the use of imagery makes me feel that I am addressed as a primitive intelligence. 'That's the fault of my trying at condensation, as the hieroglyphists put an animal for a paragraph. I am incorrigible, you see; but the lecture in prose must be for by-and-by, if you care to have it. 'If you care to read it to me.
I wrote to her that I was unchanged and I was entirely changed, another creature, anything Lord Romfrey may please to call me. 'But, Nevil, I repeat, if Miss Halkett should hear . . . ? 'She knows by this time. 'At present she is ignorant of it. 'And what is Miss Halkett to me? 'More than you imagined in that struggle you underwent, I think, Nevil.
Walking with her light long stride, she passed the side road leading to Halkett's farm and remembered how George and Zebedee, seated side by side, something like figures on a frieze, had swung down that road to tend old Halkett.
At the foot of the stairs he turned; he had recognized Cecilia Halkett. Seeing her there was more strange to him than being there himself; but he bowed to facts. 'What do you think? he said. She did not answer intelligibly. He walked up. The crazed gabbling tongue had entire possession of the house, and rang through it at an amazing pitch to sustain for a single minute.
In that estimate of the character of Nevil Beauchamp, Cecilia soon had to confess that she had been deceived, though not by him. Looking from her window very early on a Sunday morning, Miss Halkett saw Beauchamp strolling across the grass of the park. She dressed hurriedly and went out to greet him, smiling and thanking him for his friendliness in coming.
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