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I declare it went right through me, as a voice from the grave might." "Put aside explanations," Iglesias replied indulgently. "You are not going to quarrel with me any more let that suffice." "No, I cannot quarrel with you any more. I am sure I don't know whether it is unprincipled or not, but I cannot do it." Regardless of observation, he pulled out a handkerchief and mopped his face.
But once inside the bank, such far-ranging meditations gave place to considerations immediate and concrete, Iglesias' whole mind being focussed to arrive at the facts of the case. And this was far from easy.
Of course you and George know him far better than I do. Perhaps you understand I cannot pretend that I understand him. I may be wrong, but I often wonder whether there is not a good deal which is rather insincere about Mr. Iglesias." After throwing which bomb, Serena gave her whole attention to her breakfast.
Cancut at once proceeded to bonnet himself with the trickling birch. Iglesias and I took up the packs and hurried on with minds intent on berries. Berries we always found, blueberries covered with a cloudy bloom, blueberries pulpy, saccharine, plenteous. Often, when a portage was not quite necessary, a dangerous bit of white water would require the birch to be lightened.
It was borne in upon Iglesias, moreover, that the man was hungry, that he had not and that for some time had enough to eat. Voluntary poverty is among the most beautiful, involuntary poverty among the ugliest, sights upon earth; and to which order of poverty that of de Courcy Smyth belonged, Mr. Iglesias was in no doubt.
Here follows the carte of the Restaurant Ragmuff, woodland fare, a banquet simple, but elegant: At that time I had a temporary quarrel with the frantic nineteenth century's best friend, tobacco, and Iglesias, being totally at peace with himself and the world, never needs anodynes. Cancut, therefore, was the only cloud-blower.
But Dominic Iglesias made effort to comfort him, speaking not uncheerfully, determining even to fight the fatigue and weakness which, as he could not but own, daily increased on him, if only for the sake of this faithful and simple adherent. "Perhaps the sands are running rather low," he said; "but that does not greatly matter. The conditions are in process of alteration.
And if Dominic Iglesias is to have friends with whom we are unacquainted though I do not deny the thing hurt me a little at first I am glad they should be so handsome and fine. It seems to me fitting, and as if he was in his true sphere at last." A silence followed this profession of faith, during which Mrs. Lovegrove's face presented a singular study.
And, since the influence of that which is to be acts upon us almost, if not quite, as strongly as the influence of that which has been, the handsome, eager countenance of young Alaric Barking and the graceful figure of his fair companion, as seen from the 'bustop, occurred very forcibly in this connection to Dominic Iglesias' mind.
From the first Iglesias had appealed to her very various nature in a threefold manner. To the artist in her he appealed by the clearness of his individuality, his finish of person and of feature, his gravity and poise these last taking their rise not in insensibility, but in reasoned will, in passionate emotion held, as she had learned, austerely in check.
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