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Her friend Louise was absent: she had so few friends owing to that unsolved reason: she wanted one, of any kind, if only gentle: and this lady seemed to need her: and she flattered; Nesta was in the mood for swallowing and digesting and making sweet blood of flattery. At one time, she liked Mrs. Marsett best absent: in musing on her, wishing her well, having said the adieu.
The poor woman didn't show to advantage with me, because she was in a fever to please: talks in jerks, hot phrases. She holds herself well. At the end of the dinner she behaved better. Odd, you can teach women with hints and a lead. But Marsett 's Marsett to the end. Rather touching! the poor fellow said: Deuce of a bad look-out for me if Judith doesn't have a child! First- rate sportsman, I hear.
Not only was it a nauseous mixture she was forced to gulp from Victor, it burned like a poison. 'Really Fredi's doing chiefly, said Victor, as soon as Dartrey and he were alone, comfortably settled in the smoking-room. 'I played the man of pomp with Marsett good heavy kind of creature: attached to the woman. She's the better horse, as far as brains go. Good enough Lady Marsett.
Marsett acted violently the thrill of delight she felt in the prospect. The ladies Dorothea and Virginia, consulted, and pronounced the name of Marsett to be a reputable County name. 'There was a Leicestershire baronet of the name of Marsett. They arranged to send their button-blazing boy at Nesta's heels. Mrs.
She seems to me to wither men, when she speaks of their injustice, their snares to mislead and their cruelty when they have succeeded. She is right, it is the brute: there is no other word. 'And French and good! Mrs. Marsett ejaculated. 'My Ned reads French novels, and he says, their women . . . . But your mademoiselle is a real one. If she says all that, I could kneel to her, French or not.
No, she forgave, pitied; she was kind. Those are the angels who cause us to think of changeing. I don't care for sermons, but when I meet charity: I won't bore you! 'You don't. 'My . . . Captain Marsett can't bear he calls it Psalmody. He thinks things ought always to be as they are, with women and men; and women preachers he does detest. She is not one to preach.
Marsett, was of the class of mixtures properly to be handed over to chemical experts for analysis! She had her aspirations on behalf of her sex: she and Mademoiselle de Seilles discussed them; women were to do this, do that: necessarily a means of instructing a girl to learn what they did do.
Marsett appeared fronting Dartrey. He laughed to himself. 'A clever question. There is a leaning to excitement of manner at times. It 's not hysteria. Allow for her position. Nataly took the unintended blow, and bowed to it; and still more harshly said: 'What rank of life does the woman come from? I am not precise? 'Leave Mr. Durance.
Men complaining of the 'peace which is near their extinction, have but to shuffle with the sex; they will experience as remarkable a change as if they had passed off land on to sea. Dartrey had some flitting notion of the untamed original elements women can bring about us, in his short observant bow to Mrs. Marsett, following so closely upon the scene with Mrs. Blathenoy.
Marsett now declared a belief, that women were nearly quite as bad as men. 'I don't think I could take up with a profession. Unless to be a singer. Ah! Do you sing? Nesta smiled: 'Yes, I sing. 'How I should like to hear you! My Ned's a thorough Englishman gentleman, you know: he cares only for sport; Shooting, Fishing, Hunting; and Football, Cricket, Rowing, and matches.
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