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He found him, and was soon relating succulent anecdotes of his summer holidays anecdotes, all about women, which Muhlen tried to cap with experiences of his own. The judge always went to the same place Salsomaggiore, a thermal station whose waters were good for his sore legs.
He described to Muhlen how, in jaunty clothes and shining shoes, he pottered about its trim gardens, ogling the ladies who always ogled back; it was the best fun in the world, and sometimes ! Mr. Malipizzo, for all his incredible repulsiveness, posed as an ardent and successful lover of women. No doubt it cost money.
His glance fell once more upon the villa of his cousin. Strange! There were two persons, now, walking along the edge of the cliff. Mere specks. . . . He took up his glasses. The specks resolved themselves into the figures of Mrs. Meadows and Mr. Muhlen. The devil! he thought. What's the meaning of this? They were moving up and down, at the same spot where he had moved up and down with her.
And all because Muhlen got himself murdered. These confounded foreigners! His heart sank within him. He had looked forward to keeping the priest's cousin for a year or two in gaol, previous to his trial. That would have to be altered.
Really to have murdered Muhlen was the one and only point in the prisoner's favour. It made him worthy of his rhetorical efforts. All his clients were guilty, and all of them got off scot free. "I never defend people I can't respect," he used to say. He began his speech in a rambling, desultory sort of fashion and quite a low tone of voice, as if he were addressing a circle of friends.
She must have tried her hardest to talk Muhlen over, before coming to the conclusion that thee was nothing to be done with the fellow. She knew him; she knew her own mind. She knew better than anyone else what was in store for her if Muhlen got the upper hand. Her home broken up; her child a bastard; herself and Meadows social outcasts; all their three lives ruined. Mrs.
He would probably have forbidden the child to be moved out of his jurisdiction, pending the progress of a trial which might never end. Nor could the English Court, with its obsolete provisions on this head, have regarded Muhlen otherwise than as her legal husband the child of her later union as illegitimate. Bastardy: a taint for life!
One owes something to oneself, N'EST CE PAS? as Muhlen had said. On waking he bethought him of an invitation to tea with Madame Steynlin. He would have listened gladly to her music and her instructive and charitable talk about Nepenthe and its inhabitants. But he was afraid of meeting Russians there. The lady seemed to be specializing in Muscovites just then, and Mr.
There might not have been any great harm in it, but nevertheless it seemed an apparent falling away from the singularly bright example which a good man, born only ten minutes from the Elephant, in the village of Mühlen, had once set them.
When I bought the mahogany arm-chair, 'That's Elspeth's chair, I said to mysel'; and when I bought the bed, 'It's hers, I said. Ay; but I was soon disannulled o' that thait, for, in spite of me, they were all got for him. Not a rissom in that room is yours or mine, Elspeth; every muhlen belongs to him." "But who says so, Aaron? I am sure he won't." "I dinna ken them.
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