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Emilia turned her face to the mottled yellow windows. "Many sanks," repeated Mr. Pericles, after which the three continued silent for a time. At last Emilia said, bluntly, "I have come to ask you to take me to Italy." Mr. Pericles made no sign, but Sir Purcell leaned forward to her with a gaze of astonishment, almost of horror. "Will you take me?" persisted Emilia.
He made a motion toward the ceremony of 'shake-hands; but, perceiving no correspondent overture, grinned, "It is warm ha?" "You feel the heat? Step outside a minute," said Wilfrid. "Oh, no!" Mr. Pericles looked pleasantly sagacious. Ze draught a cold." "Will you come?" pursued Wilfrid. "Many sanks!" Wilfrid's hand was rising.
"Oh, that's perfec' unuseless, Pink. I'm a' officer o' the law, Pink, an' the law consider women well, I may say the law, she deal 'ith men, not women, an' she expect her officers to understan' figgers, an' if I hadn't o' understood figgers Mr. Sanks wouldn't or darsnt' to 'p'int me his dep'ty. Me 'n' you can fix them terms.
Emilia turned her face to the mottled yellow windows. "Many sanks," repeated Mr. Pericles, after which the three continued silent for a time. At last Emilia said, bluntly, "I have come to ask you to take me to Italy." Mr. Pericles made no sign, but Sir Purcell leaned forward to her with a gaze of astonishment, almost of horror. "Will you take me?" persisted Emilia.
Pericles, sputtering a laugh of "Sanks!" presented a postured supplication for silence. "I am not a man who marries." He plainly stated the relations that the woman whom he had distinguished by the honours of selection must hold toward him.
Pericles, clasping the hollow of his cheeks between thumb and forefinger. "Allow me to assure you that what Miss Belloni has said is perfectly correct," Sir Purcell remarked. Mr. Pericles gave a short bow. "It is ze same; I am much obliged." "And you have just come from Italy?" said Emilia. "Where you did me ze favour to send me, it is true. Sanks!" "Oh, what a difference between Italy and this!"
His hopes of holding office had been continually disappointed until Mr. John Sanks became sheriff, and rewarded with a deputyship some important special service rendered by him in the late very close canvass. Now was a chance to rise, Mr. Pike thought. All he wanted, he had often said, was a start. Politics, I would remark, however, had been regarded by Mr. Pike as a means rather than an end.
Pericles, clasping the hollow of his cheeks between thumb and forefinger. "Allow me to assure you that what Miss Belloni has said is perfectly correct," Sir Purcell remarked. Mr. Pericles gave a short bow. "It is ze same; I am much obliged." "And you have just come from Italy?" said Emilia. "Where you did me ze favour to send me, it is true. Sanks!" "Oh, what a difference between Italy and this!"
He made a motion toward the ceremony of 'shake-hands; but, perceiving no correspondent overture, grinned, "It is warm ha?" "You feel the heat? Step outside a minute," said Wilfrid. "Oh, no!" Mr. Pericles looked pleasantly sagacious. "Ze draught a cold." "Will you come?" pursued Wilfrid. "Many sanks!" Wilfrid's hand was rising.
Pericles, sputtering a laugh of "Sanks!" presented a postured supplication for silence. "I am not a man who marries." He plainly stated the relations that the woman whom he had distinguished by the honours of selection must hold toward him.
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