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He rattled away, and attacked this person and that; sneered at Lady John Turnbull's bad French, which her ladyship will introduce into all conversations, in spite of the sneers of every body: at Mrs. Slack Roper's extraordinary costume and sham jewels; at the old dandies and the young ones; at whom didn't he sneer and laugh?
"Of course, there is a stirring but I wondered " Then Margaret came in with the candles. Ralph went away that evening more excited than he liked. It seemed as if Mistress Roper's words had set light to a fire ready laid, and he could perceive the warmth beginning to move about his heart and odd wavering lights flickering on his circumstances and business that had not been there before.
And she made way for him to a chair which was between herself and the wall. Cradell looked half afraid of his fortunes as he took the proffered seat; but he did take it, and was soon secured from any positive physical attack by the strength and breadth of Miss Roper's crinoline. "Dear me! Here's a change," said Mrs Lupex, out loud.
Three peaks of this range were particularly striking; two of them seemed to be connected by a lower ridge, in a direction from S.E. to N.W. The south-eastern I called "Roper's Peak," after my companion, who afterwards ascended it with Murphy and Brown, and the north-western, "Scott's Peak," after Helenus Scott, Esq., of Glendon, Hunter's River, who had kindly assisted me in my expedition.
But hard upon that came the pegs, the planks and carts and devastation. Roper's meadows, being no longer in fear of floods, were now to be slashed out into parallelograms of untidy road, and built upon with rows of working-class cottages. The roads came, horribly; the houses followed. They seemed to rise in the night.
Manley or Mr. Flexen was more annoyed by William Roper's blabbing. But there was nothing to be done. The scandal must run its course. Mr. Flexen did not think that it would find its way into the papers, local or London.
And Lily was aware that it was so. Mrs Roper's Boarding-House I have said that John Eames had been petted by none but his mother, but I would not have it supposed, on this account, that John Eames had no friends. There is a class of young men who never get petted, though they may not be the less esteemed, or perhaps loved.
Whether I shall go back to Roper's to-night will depend on what Fisher says after the interview. Good-bye, old fellow! I hope you are enjoying yourself, and that L. D. is quite well. Your sincere friend, John Eames read this letter over twice before he opened that from Amelia.
"But that does not make any difference. You never belonged to Roper's set. Isn't it very dull being a grind? Roper says you are a dig and fearfully clever." "One must play for something." He waived aside the compliment. "But how do you do it? Tell me just what you do every day." Thornton was willing to take her seriously. He sketched his humdrum labors, the prizes in his way of life.
Anyhow, I felt responsible." "Mr. Roper once told me that you always feel responsible when you hear anybody is in trouble," the young woman answered. "Roper's a goat. Nobody ever pays any attention to him." Presently they diverged from the road and sat down on a great flat rock which dropped out from the hillside like a park seat. For he was still far from strong and needed frequent rests.
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