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Updated: October 8, 2025
Most things don't seem to her to be worth saying. She'll let, for instance, a chatterbox like Juke say a hundred words to her one, and still she'll get most said, though Jukie's not a vapid talker either. 'Jane, she told me, 'is coming back next week. The marriage is to be at the end of April. 'A rapidity worthy of the Hustling Press. Jukie will be sorry.
The conservatory, where trained clematis vines met over your heads, was like a bower of stars; music; his hand, the white glove off, over yours; the suffocating sweetness of clematis blossoms; a fountain throwing fine spray; your neck white as ivory, and what of the Van Ness ball last night? Only Sara Juke played her poor little game frankly and the cards of her heart lay on the counter.
Things she had done at Oxford; things she had done since; things Katherine neither blamed nor condemned, but just took into consideration when thinking what sort of a person Jane was. You had the same feeling with Katherine that you had sometimes with Juke, of being analysed and understood all through. You couldn't diddle either of them into thinking you any nicer than you were.
Peter's, beneath a very ugly tomb. The next morning this epitaph was found inscribed upon the tomb: "VENDIT ALEXANDER CLAVES, ALTARIA, CHRISTUM: EMERAT ILLE PRIUS, VENDERE JUKE POTEST."; that is, "Pope Alexander sold the Christ, the altars, and the keys: But anyone who buys a thing may sell it if he please."
They hurried past the desk; but the young man with the clear, pink skin reached over the heads of an intervening group, waving a long printed booklet toward the pair. "Circular, missy?" Sara Juke straightened, with every nerve in her body twanging like a plucked violin-string, and her eyes met the clear eyes of the young clerk.
My father was not a juke exactly, nor aven a markis, and see, nevertheliss, to what a pitch I am come. I spare no ixpinse; I'm the iditor of a cople of pariodicals; I dthrive about in me carridge: I dine wid the lords of the land; and why in the name of the piper that pleed before Mosus, hwy? Because I'm a litherary man. Because I know how to play me cards.
"Sara Juke, ain't you ashamed!" "I'm a good girl, I am; and there ain't nobody can cast a reflection on on " Tears trembled in her voice and she coughed from the deep recesses of her chest, and turned her head away, so that her profile was quivering and her throat swelling with sobs. "I I'm a good girl, I am." "Aw, Sara, don't I know it? Ain't that just where the rub comes? Don't I know it?
Having thus let his friend know his claims to be a man of fashion, Osborne parted from Rawdon, who followed the august squadron down an alley into which they cantered, while George and Dobbin resumed their places, one on each side of Amelia's carriage. "How well the Juke looked," Mrs. O'Dowd remarked.
Gideon folded up Jane's letter and put it away, and to his own added nothing but his love. Jane got that letter in Easter week. It was a fine warm day, and she, walking across Green Park, met Juke, who had been lunching with a bishop to meet an elderly princess who had read his book. 'She said, "I'm afraid you're sadly satirical, Mr. Juke," he told Jane. 'She did really.
The pang I had felt had been bitterness at having lost Jane, not bitterness against Jane for having made a second-rate marriage. But I knew now. Juke's words, in retrospect, were like fire to petrol; I was suddenly all ablaze. In that case Juke was right, and we mustn't go on meeting alone. There might be, as he said, the most ghastly mess.
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