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Sophronia then I don't mind telling you, Sophronia, that I am convinced I have no heart, as people call it; and that I think that sort of thing is nonsense. 'Brave girl! murmured Mrs Lammle. 'And so, pursued Bella, 'as to seeking to please myself, I don't; except in the one respect I have mentioned. I am indifferent otherwise.
'Do you pretend to believe, Mrs Lammle resumes, sternly, 'when you talk of my marrying you for worldly advantages, that it was within the bounds of reasonable probability that I would have married you for yourself? 'Again there are two sides to the question, Mrs Lammle. What do you pretend to believe? 'So you first deceive me and then insult me! cries the lady, with a heaving bosom.
On the whole, I myself consider it the best. The others are so dark. Now here, for instance, is another of Mr Lammle 'But I don't understand; I don't see my way, Twemlow stammers, as he falters over the book with his glass at his eye. 'How warn her father, and not tell him? Tell him how much? Tell him how little? I I am getting lost.
'And none of you ever will from me, Lammle, replied Fledgeby, with another internal chuckle; 'that certainly IS the way I do it. 'Why of course it is, I know! rejoined Lammle, with a flourish of frankness, and a laugh, and stretching out his hands as if to show the universe a remarkable man in Fledgeby.
'I mean, as to the worth and value of her friend, Mrs Lammle explained, in a measured voice, and with an emphasis on her last word. 'No, he returned. 'I may try to give a hint at her home that she is in want of kind and careful protection, but I shall say no more than that to her parents, and I shall say nothing to the young lady herself.
Oh, Mr Fledgeby, to abandon my poor dear injured rose and declare for blue! 'Victory, victory! cried Mr Lammle; 'your dress is condemned, my dear. 'But what, said Mrs Lammle, stealing her affectionate hand towards her dear girl's, 'what does Georgy say?
'Alfred, my dear, Mr Fledgeby very justly says, apropos of the last scene, that true constancy would not require any such stimulant as the stage deems necessary. To which Mr Lammle would reply, 'Ay, Sophronia, my love, but as Georgiana has observed to me, the lady had no sufficient reason to know the state of the gentleman's affections. To which Mrs Lammle would rejoin, 'Very true, Alfred; but Mr Fledgeby points out, this.
'Now, look here, Lammle, said Fascination Fledgeby, with the meanest of twinkles in his meanest of eyes: which were too near together, by the way: 'look here, Lammle; I am very well aware that I didn't show to advantage last night, and that you and your wife who, I consider, is a very clever woman and an agreeable woman did.
Mrs Lammle opens her nostrils and bites her under-lip; Mr Lammle takes his gingerous whiskers in his left hand, and, bringing them together, frowns furtively at his beloved, out of a thick gingerous bush. 'Do I mean to say! Mrs Lammle after a time repeats, with indignation. 'Putting it on me! The unmanly disingenuousness! Mr Lammle stops, releases his whiskers, and looks at her. 'The what?
Mrs Lammle, on a sofa by a table, invites Mr Twemlow's attention to a book of portraits in her hand. Mr Twemlow takes his station on a settee before her, and Mrs Lammle shows him a portrait. 'You have reason to be surprised, she says softly, 'but I wish you wouldn't look so. Disturbed Twemlow, making an effort not to look so, looks much more so.
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