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Andrews, who affected one as having the materials of social severity in her costume and manner. "Oh, I didn't believe I should ever see you again," the girl broke out impulsively upon Verrian. "Oh, I wanted to ask you so about Miss Shirley. Have you seen her since you got back?" "No," Verrian said, "I haven't seen her." "Oh, I thought perhaps you had. I've been to the address that Mrs.
Then she read the letter carefully over again, and again Verrian read it, with an effect not different from that which its first perusal had made with him. His faith in his work was so great, so entire, that the notion of any other feeling about it was not admissible. "Of course," he said, with a sigh of satisfaction, "I must show the letter to Armiger at once." "Of course," his mother replied.
Certain questions will be absolutely ruled out, such as, 'Does Maria love me? or, 'Has Reuben ever been engaged before? The laughter interrupted the speaker again, and Verrian hung his head in rage and shame; this stupid ass was spoiling the hope of anything beautiful in the spectacle and turning it into a gross burlesque.
His mother and he lifted themselves to encounter a tall, slim girl, who was stretching her hand towards him, and who now cried out, joyously, "Oh, Mr. Verrian, I thought it must be you, but I was afraid it wasn't as soon as I spoke. Oh, I'm so glad to see you; I want so much to have you know my mother Mr. Verrian," she said, presenting him.
Though, as far as literacy was concerned, she was such an almost incomparably ignorant woman, she had all the knowledge the best society wants, or, if she found herself out of any, she went and bought some; she was able to buy almost anything. Verrian thanked the secretary for remembering him, in the belief that he was directly thanking Mrs.
Westangle had to account for the young lady's presence there in your company. Then Miss Macroyd had to tell me; but I assure you, my dear fellow, the matter hasn't gone any further." "Oh, it's quite indifferent to me," Verrian retorted. "I'm nothing but a dispassionate witness of the situation."
Verrian liked, the note, he even liked the impulse which had dictated it, and he understood the impulse; but he did not like getting the note. If Miss Shirley meant business in taking up the line of life she had professed to have entered upon seriously, she had better, in the case of a young man whose acquaintance she had chanced to make, let her gratitude wait.
"What is all our athletic training to go for if you do?" Mrs. Westangle read on: "The terms of capitulation can be arranged on the ground, whether the castle is carried or the assailing party are made prisoners by its defenders." "Hopeless captivity in either case!" Bushwick lamented. "Isn't it rather academic?" Miss Macroyd asked of Verrian, in a low voice. "I'm afraid, rather," he owned.
Westangle know what she thinks? And if she doesn't, how should I?" "That's true. And are you going to give me away?" "I haven't done it yet. But isn't it best to be honest?" "It mightn't be a success." "The honesty?" "My literary celebrity." "There's that," Miss Macroyd rejoiced. "Well, so far I've merely said I was sure you were not Verrian the actor. I'll think the other part over."
Verrian as soon as I yielded to the temptation." "I have just yielded myself," Verrian said. "I hope you don't feel punished for yielding." "Oh, dear, no! It seems a reward." She did not say why it seemed so, and he suggested, "The privilege of comparing the histrionic and the literary Verrian?" "Could there be any comparison?" she came back, gayly. "I don't know.
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