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So, so far as she knew, he still enjoyed her beauty without arrière pensée, although he saw her through his own eyes, not Théo's. Yet now, at this phrase of his wife's, "He always loves them for the time," she started, half angrily. When if the day came when he loved her, would this "clean old peasant," as Carron had called her, sit and darn his socks and say to herself "for the time"?
Je me permets cependant de dire que le sentiment que j'ai eu toutes les fois que je me suis transporte par la pensee a votre chambre de malade est bien autrement profond. Mon amitie pour vous est une des affections les plus vives qu'il m'ait ete donne de conserver. Je n'ai rien de plus cher.
"I can't make it out," she said; "there must be another letter for Brigit. Will you look?" He untied the packet, and recognised presently Orange's handwriting on an envelope. "You seem rather displeased," said Pensée; "you think this is all very strange. It it isn't a common case." "No case is common." "Well, you must help me to decide whether I ought to give her this letter at once.
This granted not without a pang she felt the signs of weariness in her heart, but none of wavering. She resolved to be foolish in the eyes of the self-satisfied. Lord Reckage meanwhile was pacing the deck. His conversation with Pensée had cast a darkness over his spirit.
It is to be expected that this question will be one of the first to come up at the opening of the approaching session of Congress, when the Press polemics of the opponents of the embargo, with the arrière pensée of protecting England's interests and those of her Allies, should reach their climax."
"The truth," murmured the young girl, in some embarrassment at Calvert's sincere, if detached, manner. "One hears it so seldom these days that 'tis difficult to recognize it! But if it was the truth I fear it was not the whole truth, sir. I am sure I detected an uncomplimentary arrière pensée in your speech!" and she laughed mockingly at the young man, whose turn it was to be embarrassed.
She had thrown her veil and gloves on the sofa, and the mere sight of them there gave a homeliness to that forsaken room which, with its rococo decorations, painted ceilings, and gilded doors, had something of the dead gaiety of an empty theatre. Brigit made the tea, following the English custom taught her by Pensée. Was the water boiling? Did he like sugar?
She must decide for herself." Pensée rose from the table, and went up the stairs to the room where Brigit still knelt by Parflete's dead body. "Dearest," said Lady Fitz Rewes, "I think you ought to read this letter. I have had one also. Robert thinks of taking a great step, and perhaps " Her glance met Brigit's. "No," said Brigit, under her breath: "no."
And then, do we not misuse words? In love, a woman lends herself rather than gives herself. Look at the pretty Madame Pensee. . . ." "She is my mother," said a tall, fair young man. "Sir, I have the greatest respect for her," replied Professor Haddock; "do not be afraid that I intend to say anything in the least offensive about her.
"I never told you about him before," said Pensée, "but I am so miserable to-day that you may as well know. He was a sort of brother, yet much more. One didn't meet him often in our set, because he didn't and doesn't care about it. Life, however, threw us together." She covered her wan face with her hands. "How am I to give him up?" she asked. "How shall I bear it? I get so unhappy.
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