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Vine leaned against the table, and a faint smile flickered over his face. "Really, Mr. Duge," he said, "you must forgive my amusement. The idea that anything so trivial as the well-being of a niece should interest you in the slightest, seems to me almost paradoxical." Phineas Duge was silent for several moments, his keen eyes fixed upon Vine's face. "Pray enjoy your jests as much as you will, Mr.
"Do you think the iron hurts it, Uncle Felix?" she asked with a sigh. "I shouldn't wonder; it would me," he faltered. "But it wasn't the vine's fault, was it?" "Perhaps not. Maybe when it was planted nobody looked after it, nor cared what might happen when it grew up. Poor wistaria! Come along, darling!"
And she never spoke of it; had the resemblance been to any one but Lady Isabel she would have talked of it freely. Or, it may have been that there was now and then a tone in Madame Vine's voice that grated on her ear; a wrung, impatient tone, wanting in respect, savoring of hauteur, which Barbara did not understand, and did not like. However it may have been, certain it is that Mrs.
'You might have saved yourself trouble by leaving word at Mr. Vine's, said Jim. 'I was to see you personally, said the gardener, 'and to say that the Baron would like to inquire of you about the different qualities of lime proper for such purposes. 'Couldn't you tell him yourself? said Jim. 'He said I was to tell you that, replied the gardener; 'and it wasn't for me to interfere.
Vine's companion looked at him in astonishment. "Are you sure of your facts, Vine?" he asked. "Are you sure that the thing is not a forgery?" "Absolutely certain!" Vine answered. "Then you know, of course," his host continued, "that you hold all these men in the hollow of your hand." "Yes, I know it," Vine answered, "and so do they!
"Three times he's asked her, as I know for certain," said Vennal, the tenant of Beggar's Bush. "No, it's four," said Prickett, Joanna's neighbour at Great Ansdore, "there was that time coming back from the Wild Beast Show." "I was counting that," said Vennal; "that and the one that Mr. Vine's looker heard at Lydd market, and then that time in the house."
"You're mistaken, sir. The gardener said, but a few days ago, that he should plant a vine just like myself at your trunk if your foliage was not better, so that you might present a finer appearance by the mingling of the vine's soft leaves, and be more ornamental to the garden." "I'll save him that trouble if my life is spared. I have no desire to be decked in borrowed leaves.
It is said, that, if a grape-vine be planted in the neighborhood of a well, its roots, running silently underground, wreathe themselves in a net-work around the cold, clear waters, and the vine's putting on outward greenness and unwonted clusters and fruit is all that tells where every root and fibre of its being has been silently stealing.
Richard 'Vine's my name. Isn't it, Tomkins, you villain?" "Oh-h-h! Yes, Mr. Richard." "Course it is, and make you know it too! I'm no painter-picture, crockery chap. I'm genelman! Genelman seen the world! Knows what's what. There ain't much I ain't fly to. Wait till the old woman's dead, Tomkins, and you shall see!"
"Don't leave her for a moment, and don't let that chattering crew in from the next room. I beg your pardon, madame." His hand had touched Madame Vine's neck in turning round that is, had touched the jacket that encased it. He unlocked the door and regained the street, while Madame Vine sat down with her beating and rebellious heart.
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