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For the sake of old times, Sancie, my dear." She could only say, "I have forgiven you you know that. I have told you so." He pressed her closely to him, feeling his urgent need to make the most of what she had to give him. Her apathy struck him mortally chill; he wooed her the more desperately.
Their kisses would have been sweet, but she knew what they would say. Melusine's sideways head, her sighed, "Dearest, how sad! But life is so serious, isn't it?" She saw the gleam in Vicky's eyes, and heard her "Dear old Sancie, how splendid! Now you'll be all right." Then she would clasp her round the neck and whisper in her ear, "Do make me an aunt I shall adore your baby. Quick, darling!"
I'm a foolish old chap, with nothing else to think about but my girls. And you're the only one left the only one, Sancie. And I always loved you best and behaved as if you were the worst God forgive me!" She put her hand up and touched his cheek. "Hush, dearest. We don't talk about that." "No, no, my darling that's over, thank God. You have forgiven me, I know my great-hearted Sancie.
Comfort me, be my salvation I pray that I may be worth your while. Marry me, Sancie, and save my soul alive." Honestly, for the moment, he believed himself irresistible, and so far succeeded with her that her disgust hid itself in a cloud of pity. She felt pity for a man abject at her feet, and could speak more kindly to him. But she could not bring herself to touch him.
Who's queen of herself is queen of the world what? Now, that's quite true. One for Clyde. Apply that to old Nevile. Queen of herself! Why, what else are you? And what's Nevile but the blundering world in a man's skin? Well, queen it, queen it and there's your kingdom under your feet. Marry the old chap, Sancie. You put everything right; you take your proper place. The county!
Chevenix was gay. "Hulloa, Sancie this is ripping. I say, I have something frightfully interesting to tell you." Then he saw Morosine. "Hulloa, Alexis, is that you? Now we'll sit each other out, and Sancie won't have her news." "But I hope I shall," she cried. "I haven't got a secret in the world. Don't go, Prince, please. Mr. Chevenix shall tell you the news too. I haven't the faintest idea."
She was my chum, you know. She's married, too. Chap called Sinclair in the Guides. But Sancie beat them all in her quiet way. A still water what?" Senhouse, his chin clasped in his bony hands, contemplated the sea. His face was drawn and stern. There was a queer twitching of the cheek-bones. "Got him, by Jove!" said Mr. Chevenix to himself, and pushed on.
"He was awfully anxious to see you, you know you had never met, I think? and yet not quite liking it. He said it was a great risk; he seemed to think I ought not to be there. He takes great care of me, the darling. And there was little Dickie, you see. Sancie! he can just walk a kind of totter from my knees to Cuthbert's and then so proud of himself!
I've seen her myself dead-white in one of her rages she had hold of a wine-glass so hard that it snapped, and cut her hand. She looked at the blood she didn't know how it happened. And he well, you ought to know was as bad, in his way. 'Pon my soul, Sancie, Vesuvius might just as well have married Etna every bit. But there! What's the good of talking! Everybody knew how it would be."
I was at Alnmouth with a governess; awful lonely little beggar I was. I used to moon about on the sands, while she read the Morning Post, with spectacles and a red parasol. And I used to hanker about all the other young 'uns, and wish I was one of 'em. Her party was there, you know five of 'em, all girls and all pretty girls eh, Sancie?
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