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As he looked at the door the Russian maid, whom he had seen at Park Side, Knightsbridge, came from the inner room. "Madame hopes Monsieur will call to see her to-morrow before she starts to Buyukderer," she said, with her strong foreign accent. "Thank you," said Dion. As he went out the maid shut the bedroom door. Two days later Mrs.
And still her senses seem to become more and more drugged by the familiarity of it all, the familiarity of smile, of tired limbs, of incessant slow motion, of staring faces and watchful eyes; the familiarity of the cabs rolling home towards Knightsbridge and farther Kensington, with a dull, harsh noise; the familiarity of personal, intense loneliness and longing for quiet; the familiarity of the knowledge that quiet could only be earned by failure, and that failure meant lack of food, debt, and deeper degradation.
We have seen him set forth to reconnoitre the house at Knightsbridge. He had examined it well, and discovered the quarter which he judged favourable to a coup-de-main, should that become necessary. Lord Lansmere's house and grounds were surrounded by a wall, the entrance being to the high-road, and by a porter's lodge. At the rear there lay fields crossed by a lane or byroad.
I the horse confuses me." "Well, he's stopped knocking now and will be up in another minute. Who did you say Mr. Sagittarius was?" "I didn't say he was anybody, but he's a man." "I'd guessed that." "And an acquaintance of mine." "Yes?" "I'm afraid it's going to rain." "It generally does in Knightsbridge. Yes?" "Is Sir Tiglath likely to be in?" "He knows I'm coming.
His carpet-bags lie on his chest at night, and his wife's forgotten bandbox haunts his turbid dreams. I think it was after she found that Lady Kicklebury proposed to go to the "Grand Saint Antoine" that Lady Knightsbridge put herself with her maid into a carriage and went to the other inn. We saw her at the cathedral, where she kept aloof from our party.
Her little sitting-room faced Knightsbridge and the trees and grass of the Park. Often when some problem of the domestic economy of the hotel caused her a passing perplexity, she would derive new vigour for grappling with complicated sums from a leisurely study of those green spaces and the animated panorama of the passing crowd.
He really spoke to her as if she had been some strange young woman at Knightsbridge or Paddington; but it had no other effect on her than to give her the measure of his tremendous flurry. Then it was that, above all, she felt how much she had missed in the gaps and blanks and absent answers how much she had had to dispense with: it was now black darkness save for this little wild red flare.
And, alas, not there only, but elsewhere, everywhere more or less; whereby our sense is so blunted to it; whence, in all provinces of human life, these tears! But let us take a glance at the Carnival, since we are here. The Letters, as before, are addressed to Knightsbridge; the date Rome: "February 5th, 1839. The Carnival began yesterday.
Randal's description of Violante's personal appearance, and such suggestions as to her character and the motives most likely to influence her actions as that young lynx-eyed observer could bestow, were all that the count required of present aid from his accomplice. Meanwhile we return to Violante herself. We see her now seated in the gardens at Knightsbridge, side by side with Helen.
And, to-night, making up his mind to free himself if he could of that long useless marriage tie, he took a fancy to walk on, in at Hyde Park Corner, out at Knightsbridge Gate, just as he used to when going home to Irene in the old days. What could she be like now? how had she passed the years since he last saw her, twelve years in all, seven already since Uncle Jolyon left her that money?
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