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But here Soames was, no more imaginary, alas! than I. And "labud" what on earth was that? Soames said nothing, but cruelly did not cease to look at me. "Are you sure," I temporized, "quite sure you copied the thing out correctly?" "Quite." "Well, then, it's this wretched Nupton who must have made must be going to make some idiotic mistake.
At Timothy's it was whispered sadly that poor Roger had always been eccentric about his digestion had he not, for instance, preferred German mutton to all the other brands? Be that as it may, his funeral at Highgate had been perfect, and coming away from it Soames Forsyte made almost mechanically for his Uncle Timothy's in the Bayswater Road.
It was full late for the river, but the weather was lovely, and summer lingered below the yellowing leaves. Soames took many looks at the day from his riverside garden near Mapledurham that Sunday morning. With his own hands he put flowers about his little house-boat, and equipped the punt, in which, after lunch, he proposed to take them on the river.
In discussing her with Val, at breakfast on Saturday morning, Winifred dwelt on the family skeleton. "That little affair of your father-in-law and your Aunt Irene, Val it's old as the hills, of course, Fleur need know nothing about it making a fuss. Your Uncle Soames is very particular about that. So you'll be careful." "Yes!
Zani sat in a chair with a book before her and her hand seemingly shielding her eyes. Her expression was abstracted. As they entered, Hod made a clicking sound in his throat. Zani put one hand quickly in her pocket and opened her eyes. They had been closed. The book was a prop to hide something. Soames had a flash of insight.
I sadly suspect that Soames could not have made more of it than she. Yet even now, if one doesn't try to make any sense at all of the poem, and reads it just for the sound, there is a certain grace of cadence. Soames was an artist, in so far as he was anything, poor fellow! It seemed to me, when first I read "Fungoids," that, oddly enough, the diabolistic side of him was the best.
On the contrary, we believe you meant well. But of course the bargain, such as it was, is off." The devil gave no verbal answer. He merely looked at Soames and pointed with rigid forefinger to the door. Soames was wretchedly rising from his chair when, with a desperate, quick gesture, I swept together two dinner-knives that were on the table, and laid their blades across each other.
Even though Soames had, with devilish premeditated malice, slipped the cheque into her husband's pocket, his having done so would not account for her husband's having used the cheque when he found it there. She was driven to make excuses for him which, valid as they might be with herself, could not be valid with others. He had said that Mr Soames had paid the cheque to him.
Soames having learnt that that term was evidently intended as an invitation to follow Said, rose and followed, dumbly. He was conducted along the matting-lined corridor to the left; and now, where formerly he had seen a blank wall, he saw an open door! Passing this, he discovered himself in the cave of the golden dragon.
Poor woman! it cost her many a pang to send what must find its way into the vanity-bag of 'that creature! Soames, hearing of it, shook his head. They were not dealing with a Forsyte, reasonably tenacious of his purpose. It was very risky without knowing how the land lay out there. Still, it would look well with the Court; and he would see that Dreamer brought it out.
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