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Updated: June 23, 2025
In a flash he fell from a creature engagingly masculine to the use-worn daily sharer of her monotonous existence. 'Have you heard about Arthur Twemlow coming over? she demanded, half vindictively, as he was preparing to blow out the last candle on the piano. He stopped. 'Who's Arthur Twemlow? 'Mr. Twemlow's son, of course, she said. 'From America. 'Oh! Him! Coming over, did you say?
"Do be off, you wicked little animal!" cried Faith, who in spite of herself could not help laughing, so well was Dolly mimicking Eliza Twemlow's voice, and manner, and attitude, and even her figure, less fitted by nature for the Classic attire; "you are wasting all my time, and doing worse with your own. Be off, or I'll take a stick to 'e, as old Daddy Stakes says to the boys."
Veneering has been in their confidence throughout, and has done much to lure them to the altar. Twemlow has asked him whether he went to school as a junior with Alfred? He has answered, 'Not exactly. Whether Sophronia was adopted by his mother? He has answered, 'Not precisely so. Twemlow's hand has gone to his forehead with a lost air.
Slowly recovering his wits, he strove to rise, as the deadly peril was borne in upon him. His right arm was snapped at the elbow, and his left leg just above the knee, and the jar of his spine made him feel as if his core had been split out of him. He had no fat, like Shargeloes, to protect him, and no sheath of hair like Twemlow's.
And the strangest thing of all, in Mr. Twemlow's opinion, was her curious persistence about Queen Mabonga. Could any black woman and she supposed she must be that be considered by white people to be beautiful? Had Captain Southcombe ever even seen her; and if not, how could he be in such raptures about her attractions?
'Mr Riah, it's of no use my holding back the fact. There's a certain great party in the background in Mr Twemlow's case, and you know it. 'I know it, the old man admitted. 'Now, I'll put it as a plain point of business, Mr Riah. 'Fully determined, answered Riah, as he read his master's face, and learnt the book.
Hope he may find it worth the money! yawns, and saunters out. Towards six o'clock of the afternoon, Twemlow begins to persuade himself that he is positively jaded with work, and thinks it much to be regretted that he was not brought up as a Parliamentary agent. From Twemlow's, Veneering dashes at Podsnap's place of business.
Have I turned o'er two pages at once? And so he continued. Twemlow's heart began to beat heavily as Meshach's eyes met his.
But she remained at Wildairs with her sister, Mistress Anne, only being seen on occasions at church, in her long and heavy draperies of black. "But she is a strange mixture," said my Lord Twemlow's Chaplain, in speaking of her, "and though she hath so changed, hath scarce changed at all. Her black eye can flame as bright as ever under her long widow's veil.
Oftener than twice or thrice while breakfast is in progress, Mr Twemlow gives a little sudden turn towards Mrs Lammle, and then says to her, 'I beg your pardon! This not being Twemlow's usual way, why is it his way to-day?
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