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Like many other men, Swann had a naturally lazy mind, and was slow in invention. He knew quite well as a general truth, that human life is full of contrasts, but in the case of any one human being he imagined all that part of his or her life with which he was not familiar as being identical with the part with which he was.
Once they're tied up Teddy can't 'elp 'imself." "Why on the quiet?" demanded Mr. Kybird, sharply. The boarding-master uttered an impatient exclamation. "Becos if Mr. Swann got to 'ear of it he'd guess I'd been blabbing, for one thing," he said, sharply, "and for another, 'e left it to 'im partly to make up for 'is disappointment he'd been disappointed 'imself in 'is younger days, so 'e told me."
While Swann, by the painful and futile effort which he made to smile, testified that he thought the pun absurd, Forcheville had shewn at once that he could appreciate its subtlety, and that he was a man of the world, by keeping within its proper limits a mirth the spontaneity of which had charmed Mme. Verdurin. "What are you to say of a scientist like that?" she asked Forcheville.
After which there was no more talk of Swann at the Verdurins'. And so that drawing-room which had brought Swann and Odette together became an obstacle in the way of their meeting.
She could not conceive in what ignominy the dreadful affair would end, but she was the kind of woman that nails her colours to the mast. "Dear me!" Mrs Clayton Vernon murmured. "How delicious those potatoes do smell! I can smell them all over the house." This was the most staggering remark that Mrs Swann had ever heard. "Potatoes? very weakly. "Yes," said Mrs Clayton Vernon, smiling.
Swann was slight, elegant, faultlessly groomed and he had a dark, sallow face, heavy lips, heavy eyelids, eyes rather prominent and of a wine-dark hue. To Lane he did not have a clean, virile look. In their greetings Lane sensed some indefinable quality of surprise or suspense. Swann rather awkwardly put out his hand, but Lane ignored it.
Now, Serge Panine ! But then, it's like everything that comes from the pen of M. Georges Ohnet, it's so well written. I wonder if you know the Maitre des Forges, which I like even better than Serge Panine." "Pardon me," said Swann with polite irony, "but I can assure you that my want of admiration is almost equally divided between those masterpieces." "Really, now; that's very interesting.
"Bravo!" said Hardy and patted him on the back; Mr. Swann referred to the base of his left lung, and he apologized. "I'll have to fix it up with Blaikie," said the invalid, lying down again. "Murchison got two of his best patients last week, so that it ought to be easy. And besides, he is fond of innocent amusement." "I'm awfully obliged to you," said Hardy.
So were the rest of the boys out yonder, and though they'd stay by their work in ordinary times, and they'd face ordinary trouble, they were not minded to abide the coming of Dan Barry. "So," concluded Swann, "I want to ask you straight. Is him they call Whistlin' Dan comin' this way? Are you runnin' from him? And did you steal the kid from him?"
Then, with his face crimson, he stared wrathfully at the benevolent Swann. "It's the safest card in the pack," said the latter. "You please everybody; especially the little brother. You should always hold his hand it looks well for one thing, and if you shut your eyes " "I don't want any of your nonsense," said the maddened Jem. "What do you mean by reading my private papers?"
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