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Updated: June 20, 2025
Geoffrey Stonor's aloofness was not in the 'high look' alone; it was as much as anything in the very way he walked, as if the ground were hardly good enough, in the way he laid his shapely hand on the carved back of the sofa, the way his eyes rested on inanimate things in the room, reducing whoever was responsible for them to the need of justifying their presence and defending their value.
'Trent? 'The chairman of the meeting. 'Got us ? 'Miss Levering and me. Stonor's incensed face turned almost brick colour as he repeated, 'Miss Lev ! Before he got the name out, the folding doors had opened again, and the butler was saying, 'Mr. Farnborough.
If he did he'd realize he can't be sure of winning his election without my valuable services. 'Geoffrey Stonor's re-election is always a foregone conclusion. Farnborough banged his hand on the arm of the chair. 'That the great man shares that opinion is precisely his weak point' then breaking into a pleasant smile as he made a clean breast of his hero-worship 'his only weak point!
However ludicrous the result may look in the last analysis, it is clear that a faculty such as Stonor's for overrating the value of the individual in the scheme of things, does seem more effectually than any mere patent of nobility to confer upon a man the 'divine right' to dictate to his fellows and to look down upon them.
Freddy's eye flying back from Stonor caught her brother-in-law's. 'Freddy' she arrested her husband as he was making for the bell 'say, "except to Miss Levering." 'All right. Except to Miss Levering. And it was at that point that Jean saw she wasn't being listened to. Even Mrs. Freddy, looking up, was conscious of something in Stonor's face that made her say 'Old Sir Hervey's youngest daughter.
I can tell you, it was something to remember. Of course, I got off scot free myself as you can see. She did her best to break up my pluck for me tho'. She jolly near drove as fine a fellow as ever lived into a madhouse. What do you say to that eh?" Not an eyelid twitched in Mr. Stonor's enormous face. Monumental! The speaker looked straight into my eyes.
What the grey-blue eyes saw was probably some glorified version of Stonor's straight, firm features, a little blunt, which lacked that semblance of animation given by colour, and seemed to scorn to make up for it by any mobility of expression.
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