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Knowing that Jolyon was Irene's trustee, all felt the delicacy of this question, and looked at Soames with interest. A faint pink had come up in his cheeks. "He's going grey," he said. Indeed! Had Soames seen him? Soames nodded, and the pink vanished. James said suddenly: "Well I don't know, I can't tell."
'And Irene's my wife, he thought, 'my legal wife. I have done nothing to put her away from me. Why shouldn't she come back to me? It's the right thing, the lawful thing. It makes no scandal, no disturbance. If it's disagreeable to her but why should it be?
Even King, who, besides his national crust of exclusiveness, was today wrapped in the gloom of Irene's letter, was gradually drawn to these simple, unpretending people. He took for granted their ignorance of America ignorance of America being one of the branches taught in the English schools and he soon discovered that they were citizens of the world.
Tears started to the girl's eyes, but she waited until Irene wheeled her chair beside her and then the two went through the den to Irene's room. Mrs. Conant nodded to Peter approvingly. "Irene will comfort her," she said, "and in a way far better than I might do.
Little Agnes had never seen anything so lovely before, and when she bent forward and saw her own reflection in the water she gave a scream of childish pleasure. "Oh, how happy sister Emily must be!" was her remark. Again Irene made the strange answer, "Don't ask for a day or two." Then little Agnes raised grave dark eyes to Irene's face. "But any one would be happy with you," she said.
No corner of England more safely rural; beyond sound of railway whistle, bosomed in great old elms, amid wide meadows and generous tillage; sloping westward to the river Dee, and from its soft green hills descrying the mountains of Wales. Here in the old churchyard lay Irene's mother. She died in London, but Dr.
And for all the difference, Curdie knew somehow or other, he could not have told how, that the face before him was that of the old princess, Irene's great-great-grandmother. By this time all around them had grown light, and now first they could see where they were. They stood in a great splendid cavern, which Curdie recognized as that in which the goblins held their state assemblies.
She knew nearly for certain! It was most unlikely; circumstances had changed! Irene's words still rang in her head: "I have left Soames. Where should I go?" But she kept silence about that. If her grandfather would only buy it and settle that wretched claim that ought never to have been made on Phil! It would be the very best thing for everybody, and everything everything might come straight.
Irene's eyes followed them with a wistful look as they went off together round the piazza and through the parlors, the girl playing the part of the hostess, and inducting him into the mild gayeties of the place. The height of the season was over, she said; there had been tableaux and charades, and broom-drills, and readings and charity concerts.
He might as well have written it in his hat. The deliberation of the man, who appeared to be an old traveler, though probably not more than thirty years of age, attracted Irene's attention, and she could not help hearing the dialogue that followed. "What can you do for me?" "Nothing," said the clerk. "Can't you stow me away anywhere? It is Saturday, and very inconvenient for me to go any farther."
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