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Updated: June 26, 2025
The worst of it is that it is no use driving down at this time of the year; I suppose we shall have to get there just as we please, and meet in the room; but I don't know how all the proper escorts are to be arranged. I was thinking, Nina, I could take you and Miss Girond down, if you will let me." There was a bright, quick look of pleasure in Nina's eyes but only for an instant.
He was scrupulously clean in his person, and seemed, even at his age, to take a pride in the purity and fineness of his linen. He was much older than Nina's father more than ten years older, as he would sometimes boast; but he was still strong and active, while Nina's father was worn out with age.
"He is pious, too, I have heard; and they do bruit it that he sees visions, and is comforted from above," said the woman, speaking to herself. Then turning to Angelo, she continued, "Thou wouldst like greatly to accept the Lady Nina's proffer?" "Ah, that I should, dame, if you could spare me."
It's so dark that I can't see your face." Bending over him, Nina replied, "I'm here, doctor. Nina's here. Shall I get more light so you CAN see?"
The illustration which she was at the moment affording was scarcely, to Nina's mind, encouraging to her proposition. She smoked rapidly and let the cigarette ashes spill all down the side of her neck. "Isn't it funny what a little place the world is?" babbled the late Miss Titherington, cutting short Lady Dorothy's discourse.
"The present is extremely profitable," he said, drily, "and I suppose there might be well, say a marriage in it, some day " "A rich widow?" Harriet suggested, simply. "Or a little girl with a fortune, like this little Carter girl," he added, lightly. Harriet gave him a swift look. "Don't talk nonsense! Nina's only a child!" "She's almost eighteen, isn't she?"
He was a portly, handsome man, but his face showed traces of early debauchery and later dissipation. Still, Edith was far more interested in him than in the portrait of Nina's mother, the light-haired, blue-eyed woman, so much like the daughter that the one could easily be recognized from it a resemblance to the other. "Where is the second Mrs.
You wouldn't be a real true woman if you weren't!" she accused. A reluctant dimple tugged at Nina's pouting mouth. She did not dislike the idea of potential despotism, of the travelled, experienced woman of the world, confident of her charm. "If I offered a check to Royal, do you suppose he'd accept it!" she remarked, after dark musing.
The critical objection I should make to it, apart from minor points, is that often you spoil the artistic attitude by adopting a critical antagonistic attitude, by which I mean that instead of painting the thing objectively, you present it critically, with an eye to the opinions likely to be formed by certain readers; thus, instead of relying on the simple presentation of the fact of Nina's innocence you call up the objection you desire to anticipate by side glances at the worldly and 'knowing' reader's opinions.
Évariste Gamelin himself, stern-tempered as he was, when he recovered his twopenny knife from Élodie's lap, recited the going down of Grisbourdon into hell, with a good deal of spirit. The citoyenne Thévenin sang without accompaniment Nina's ballad: "Quand le bien-aimé reviendra."
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