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He sees that I patter of Miss Sandus. What perspicuity. And he just a mortal man, like anybody nay, by all accounts, just a bluff country squire. Ah, what a noble understanding. Well, then, my dear Hawkshaw, since there's no concealing anything from you, fine mouche, allez! I own up. I patter of Miss Sandus." "Do you happen to know where Madame Torrebianca comes from?" Anthony asked.
A gesture conveyed the rest. "Look here," said Miss Sandus, abruptly. "I'm going to betray a trust. Think what you will of me, I 'm going to violate a confidence. She does n't grieve, she has never grieved. Your intuitions about her are right to the letter. She was never married, except in name it was purely a marriage of convenience the man was a complete nonentity.
The ring-doves liked the hemp-seed and the maize, but the white peacock seemed to prefer sponge-cake soaked in lemonade. "I know a literary man who once taught a peacock to eat sponge-cake soaked in absinthe," Miss Sandus remarked, on a key of reminiscence. "Really? An unprincipled French literary man, I suppose?" was Susanna's natural inference.
"Do-men-id-dio!" said the Commendatore, in a whisper. And then a servant came to announce that luncheon was ready. That morning Anthony had received a letter from Miss Sandus. It had been written at Susanna's request, almost under her dictation. Then she had given it to a confidential servant, with orders that it should be committed to the post three days after her departure.
He swore that no earthly consideration could induce him to make any sort of terms with my branch of the family. Those were his very words." Toc she pocketed the red. "Fudge," pronounced Miss Sandus. "Capital words for eating. He 'll gobble, he 'll bolt 'em. Give him the chance.
Already he groans and totters under the weight of obligations I 've heaped upon him. I wanted to add one more and now he 's gone and circumvented me." "You will add one more if you 'll be so good as to introduce me to Miss Sandus," said Anthony. And when the introduction was accomplished, he proceeded to make himself as agreeable to that lady as he possibly could.
Don't ask me the whys and the wherefores. But make what you will of that which I 've been indiscreet enough to tell you." "I think you are an angel out of Heaven," cried Anthony, with ardour. "If you could know the load you have lifted from my heart, the balm you have poured into it." "If you have n't wealth," Miss Sandus went on, summing the issue up, "you have a good position and a beau nom.
She spurned the imputation. "There are Rosina and Serafino; and at the end of my journey I shall have Miss Sandus. You remember that nice Miss Sandus?" she asked, smiling up at him. "She is my fellow-conspirator. We arranged it all before she went away last autumn. I 'm to go to her house in London, and she will go with me to Craford. She 's frantically interested about my cousin.
"Drowning is so wet and chilly; and I 'm told it's frightfully unbecoming, into the bargain. As for drink, I hear it's nothing like what it's cracked up to be." "I daresay it is n't," admitted Anthony, with a sigh. "I suppose there's not the ghost of a chance for me?" he gloomed. "H'm," said Miss Sandus. "I suppose it would be madness on my part to speak to her?" he pursued.
I daresay he 'll think himself obliged to." "Oh, Fairy Godmother," gasped Susanna, faintly; "feel." She took Miss Sandus's hand, and pressed it against her side. "Feel how my heart is beating." "Mercy!" exclaimed Miss Sandus. "Hang it all, how she sticks in one's mind," said Anthony, with impatience.
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