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For who can say he is not a fool before he has been tried by a woman! Dacier's wretched tendency under vexation to conceive grotesque analogies, anti-poetic, not to say cockney similes, which had slightly chilled Diana at Rovio, set him looking at yonder crescent with the hoop, as at the shape of a white cat climbing a wheel.
We take what is ours. Tell me, have I ever, ever disrespected you? You were sacred to me; and you are, though now the change has come. Look back on it it is time lost, years that are dust. But look forward, and you cannot imagine our separation. What I propose is plain sense for us two. Since Rovio, I have been at your feet. Have I not some just claim for recompense? Tell me! Tony!
An attempt at a caress would have awakened her view of the whitherward: but she was treated as a sovereign lady rationally advised. 'Is it since Rovio, Percy? 'Since the morning when you refused me one little flower. 'If I had given it, you might have been saved! 'I fancy I was doomed from the beginning. 'I was worth a thought? 'Worth a life! worth ten thousand!
Let us be something better than the crowd abusing us, not simple creatures of impulse as we choose to call the animal. What if we had to confess that we took to our heels the moment the idea struck us! Three days. We may then pretend to a philosophical resolve. Then come to me: or write to me. 'How long is it since the old Rovio morning, Tony? 'An age. 'Date my deliberations from that day.
She had no wish to meet him again. Without telling herself why, she would have shunned the meeting. Disturbers that thwarted her simple happiness in sublime scenery were best avoided. She thought so the more for a fitful blur to the simplicity of her sensations, and a task she sometimes had in restoring and toning them, after that sweet morning time in Rovio.
He naturally supposed she was capable of conducting her affairs. And money! It soiled his memory: though the hour at Rovio was rather pretty, and the scene at Copsley touching: other times also, short glimpses of the woman, were taking. The flood of her treachery effaced them. And why reflect? Constance called to him to look her way. Diana's letter died hard.
She had no wish to meet him again. Without telling herself why, she would have shunned the meeting. Disturbers that thwarted her simple happiness in sublime scenery were best avoided. She thought so the more for a fitful blur to the simplicity of her sensations, and a task she sometimes had in restoring and toning them, after that sweet morning time in Rovio.
'I will do my best to hit a flying address. 'Your Club enables me to hit a permanent one that will establish the communication, said Diana. 'We shall not sleep another night at Rovio. Lady Esquart is the lightest of sleepers, and if you had a restless time, she and her husband must have been in purgatory. Besides, permit me to say, you should be with your party.
He disliked the remark; and when she said presently: 'Those windmills make the landscape homely, he rejoined: 'They remind one of our wheeling London gamins round the cab from the station. 'They remind you, said she, and smiled at the chance discordant trick he had, remembering occasions when it had crossed her. 'This is homelier than Rovio, she said; 'quite as nice in its way.
On a round of the mountains rising from Osteno, South eastward of Lugano, the Esquart party rose from the natural grotto and headed their carriages up and down the defiles, halting for a night at Rovio, a little village below the Generoso, lively with waterfalls and watercourses; and they fell so in love with the place, that after roaming along the flowery borderways by moonlight, they resolved to rest there two or three days and try some easy ascents.
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