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Dashwood opined that Miss Rooth must have a strong part and that there happened to be one for her in the before-mentioned venerable novelty. She had to take what she could get she wasn't a person to cry for the moon. This was a stop-gap she would try other things later; she would have to look round her; you couldn't have a new piece, one that would do, left at your door every day with the milk.
"Why you could take a theatre. You could do it all yourself." "And what good would that do me?" "Ah don't you delight in her genius?" demanded Mrs. Rooth. "I delight in her mother. You think me more disinterested than I am," Sherringham added with a certain soreness of irritation. "I know why you didn't write!" Mrs. Rooth declared archly.
Rooth softly chanted, turning away and creeping about the room. "That will make it so different from the other picture and show the two sides of her genius, the wonderful range between them. They'll be splendid mates, and though I daresay I shall strike you as greedy you must let me hope you'll send this one home too."
Further communications passed, the last enjoining on him to return to Paris for a short interval a week later, after which he would be advised of the date for his proceeding to his remoter duties. The next thing he meanwhile did was to call with his news on Lady Agnes Dormer; it is not unworthy of note that he took on the other hand no step to make his promotion known to Miriam Rooth.
I want to play Shakespeare," Miriam made known. "That's fortunate, as in English you haven't any one else to play." "But he's so great and he's so pure!" said Mrs. Rooth. "That indeed seems the saving of you," Madame Carré returned. "You think me actually pretty bad, don't you?" the girl demanded with her serious face. "Mon Dieu, que vous dirai-je? Of course you're rough; but so was I at your age.
Peter cried with more scepticism than ceremony. "You'll see you'll see." He passed into the garden, but, after she had blown out the candles and drawn the window to, Mrs. Rooth went with him. "All you've got to do is to be yourself to be true to your fine position," she explained as they proceeded. "Trust me with the rest trust me and be quiet."
"That she should give up trying." Mrs. Rooth hesitated, looking down. "Not for the reason you mean. We don't talk about love," she simpered. "Then it's so much less time wasted. Don't stretch out your hand to the worse when it may some day grasp the better," Peter continued. Mrs.
Interested as he had ever been in the profession of which she was potentially an ornament, this idea startled him by its novelty and even lent, on the spot, a formidable, a really appalling character to Miriam Rooth.
Rooth, whom they found sitting with her daughter and who attacked him with a hundred questions about his dear mother and his charming sisters. She had volumes to say about the day in Paris when they had shown her the kindness she should never forget.
Rooth never been an insuperable element in things; it was her position in general to be too acquainted with all the passions for any crude surprise. As the others turned round they saw her stand there and smile, and heard her ejaculate with wise indulgence: "Oh you extravagant children!" Miriam brushed off her tears, quickly but unconfusedly.
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