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Perhaps the very fact of his not producing a highly favourable impression, should be set to plead on his behalf. Such as he was, he was himself, no simulator. She longed for Mr. Redworth's report of him.
The simplicity of the life of labour looked beautiful. What will not look beautiful contrasted with the fly in the web? She had chosen to be one of the flies of life. Instead of running to composition, her mind was eloquent with a sermon to Arthur Rhodes, in Redworth's vein; more sympathetically, of course. 'For I am not one of the lecturing Mammonites! she could say. She was far from that.
Redworth's great success in Parliament is good in itself, whatever his views of present questions; and I do not heed them when I look to what may be done by a man of such power in striking at unjust laws, which keep the really numerically better-half of the population in a state of slavery. If he had been a lawyer! It must be a lawyer's initiative a lawyer's Bill. Mr.
Braddock descended to her with the reconciling news that a hermit bachelor, an acquaintance of Mr. Redworth's both of whom wore a gloomy hue in her mind immediately had offered a sum for the purchase of The Crossways. Considering the out-of- the-way district, Mr. Braddock thought it an excellent price to get.
'It may be as well to take Mr. Redworth's arm; you will escape the crush for you, said Lady Dunstane to Diana. 'I don't sup. Yes! go! You must eat, and he is handiest to conduct you. Diana thought of her chaperon and the lateness of the hour. She murmured, to soften her conscience, 'Poor Mrs. Pettigrew! And once more Mr.
So filmy of mere sensations are these little ideas as they flit in converse, that she did not reflect on her friend's ignorance of Redworth's love of her, or on the unlikely choice of one in Dacier's high station to reinstate a damsel. They did not name the person. 'Passing the instance, which is cruel, I will be just to society thus far, said Diana.
ANTONIA, whatever her faults as a writer, was not one of the order whose Muse is the Public Taste. She did at least draw her inspiration from herself, and there was much to be feared in her work, if a sale was the object. Otherwise Redworth's highly critical perusal led him flatly to admire.
He remembered that it had struck him as a duty, on hearing of her dangerous illness. The door opened before he touched the bell. Sir Lukin knocked against him and stared. 'Ah! who ? you? he said, and took him by the arm and pressed him on along the gravel. 'Dacier, are you? Redworth's in there. Come on a step, come! It's the time for us to pray. Good God! There's mercy for sinners.
Nothing is more enviable, nothing richer to the mind, than the aspect of a cheerful poverty. How much nobler it was, contrasted with Redworth's amassing of wealth! When alone, she went to her bedroom and tried to write, tried to sleep. Mr. Warwick's letter was looked at. It seemed to indicate a threat; but for the moment it did not disturb her so much as the review of her moral prostration.
Perhaps the very fact of his not producing a highly favourable impression, should be set to plead on his behalf. Such as he was, he was himself, no simulator. She longed for Mr. Redworth's report of him.
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