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Purcey's ethics the principle of 'You be damned! In the eyes of the majority he was probably an immoral and irreligious man; but in fact his morals and religion were those of his special section of society the cultivated classes, "the professors, the artistic pigs, advanced people, and all that sort of cuckoo," as Mr.
Purcey's figure from his cloth-topped boots to his tall hat, and said: "Shall we go in and find her?" As they went along Mr. Purcey said: "That's the young the er model I met in your wife's studio, isn't it? Pretty girl!" Hilary compressed his lips. "Now, what sort of living do those girls make?" pursued Mr. Purcey. "I suppose they've most of them other resources. Eh, what?"
This old man, who was dressed in smoke-grey tweeds which exhaled a poignant scent of peat, looked at him without answering. "I'm afraid your birds saw me coming," Mr. Purcey said again. "In those days," said the aged stranger, "birds were afraid of men." Mr. Purcey's shrewd grey eyes perceived at once that he had a character to deal with. "Ah, yes!" he said; "I see you allude to the present time.
The cab now proceeded in the direction of the Park, Thyme following on her bicycle, and trying to stare about her calmly. 'This, she thought, 'is the end of the old life. I won't be romantic, and imagine I'm doing anything special; I must take it all as a matter of course. She thought of Mr. Purcey's face 'that person! if he could have seen her at this moment turning her back on comfort.
She stood listening to him, very well bred, with just that habitual spice of mockery in her smile, which to Mr. Purcey's eyes made her "a very strikin'-lookin' woman, but rather " There he would stop, for it required a greater psychologist than he to describe a secret disharmony which a little marred her beauty.
What proportion of the upper classes do you imagine is even conscious of that necessity? We, who have got what I call the social conscience, rise from the platform of Mr. Purcey; we're just a gang of a few thousands to Mr. Purcey's tens of thousands, and how many even of us are prepared, or, for the matter of that, fitted, to act on our consciousness?
"Let me give you a run Just to please me, I mean. I'm sure you'll like her." A little compunction, a little curiosity, a sudden revolt against all the discomfiture and sordid doubts she had been suffering from, made Cecilia glance softly at Mr. Purcey's figure; almost before she knew it, she was seated in the A.i. Damyer. It trembled, emitted two small sounds, one large scent, and glided forward.
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