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I've often wanted to go." "Why don't you go?" Isaacson's mind asked that question, and his Jewishness replied. He made money in London. Every day he spent out of London was a loss of so much money. "Some day," Nigel continued, "you must take a holiday and see Egypt." "This winter?" said Isaacson. He lifted the cover of a book.
Nigel's enthusiasm seemed almost visibly to exhale from the paper as Isaacson held the letter in his hands. "Your cordiality and kindness." So that had struck Mrs. Chepstow the cordiality and kindness of his, Isaacson's manner! Of course she and Nigel were in correspondence. Isaacson remembered the occasional notes almost of triumph in her demeanour.
If her fate were being bound about her neck, there were moments when she did not fully realize it, when she was informed by a light and a heady sensation of strength and of youth, when she thought of the woman who had sat one day in Meyer Isaacson's consulting-room as of a weary stranger with whom she had no more to do. But though Mrs.
Prompted by him, Hassan played upon Ibrahim's indignation at having been supplanted for so long by Hamza, and drew from him the truth of Mrs. Armine's days while Nigel had been away in the Fayyūm. Isaacson's treatment of Nigel's case had succeeded wonderfully. As the great heats began to descend upon Upper Egypt, the health of the invalid improved day by day. Mrs.
The thought darted through Isaacson's brain, upsetting a previously formed conviction which, to a certain extent, had guided his conduct during dinner. "Oh, I'm in no hurry," he said, carelessly. "I want to get you quite strong." "Yes, but your patients in London! You know I've been feeling so ill that I've been beastly selfish. I've thought only of myself.
Isaacson's, a linen-draper at the Key in Cheapside; where there was a company of fine ladies, and we were very civilly treated, and had a very good place to see the pageants, which were many, and I believe good, for such kind of things, but in themselves but poor and absurd. 30th.
If you create by believing, I'm sure he destroys by disbelieving." As she said the last words, her eyes met Meyer Isaacson's, and he saw in them, or thought he saw, a defiance that was threatening. The lights winked. Mrs. Chepstow got up. "They're going to turn us out. Let us anticipate them by going. It's so dreadful to be turned out.
The idea of the gossip pained, almost shocked him; of the gossip and bitter truths. A liaison would bring forth almost disgusted and wholly ironical laughter at the animal passions of man, as blatantly shown by Nigel. And a marriage? Well, the verdict on that would be, "Cracky!" Isaacson's brain could not dispute the fact that there would be justice in that verdict.
Isaacson seemed to divine that the man who wrote wished his friend to come out and see his happiness, but that he did not quite dare to ask him to come out; seemed to divine a hostile influence that kept the pen in check. "I wonder if she knows of this letter?" That question came into Isaacson's mind. The last words of the letter almost implied that she knew.
Behind his silence there was a flood of words words to describe her temperament and Armine's, her mode of life and Armine's, what she deserved and he; words that would have painted for Mrs. Chepstow not only the good in Isaacson's friend, but also the secret good in Isaacson, shown in his love of it, his desire to keep it out of the mud.
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