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A moment ago the drawing-room had seemed empty; Mrs. Luke, in her sole person, filled and illumined it. Widdowson addressed this resplendent personage by her Christian name, his familiarity exciting in Monica an irrational surprise. He presented the sisters to her, and Mrs. Luke, bowing grandly at a distance, drew from her bosom a gold-rimmed pince-nez, through which she scrutinized Monica.
To declare that no trace of love remained in her heart, and still to live with him that was impossible! The dark foresight of a necessity of parting from him corresponded in her to those lurid visions which at times shook Widdowson with a horrible temptation. 'You don't love me, he continued in harsh, choking tones. 'You wish to be my friend.
It was one of the quietest of weddings, but all ordinary formalities were complied with, Widdowson having no independent views on the subject. Newdick, a musty and nervous City clerk. Depression was manifest on every countenance, not excepting Widdowson's; the man had such a stern, gloomy look, and held himself with so much awkwardness, that he might have been imagined to stand here on compulsion.
Of course I know as well as you do that "Guy Mannering" is better; but that doesn't say I am not to form my opinion of other books. You mustn't be afraid to leave me the same freedom you have yourself. The result of it all was that Widdowson felt his passionate love glow with new fire. For a moment he thought himself capable of accepting this change in their relations.
But went only a short distance, and until midnight kept Mrs. Conisbee's door in view. The rain fell, the air was raw; shelterless, and often shivering with fever, Widdowson walked the pavement with a constable's regularity.
And I am obliged to ask what you mean by this odd way of speaking to me. What has happened since we parted this morning? Rhoda could not suppress her astonishment; she gazed fixedly at him. 'If you can't explain this letter, who can? 'I suppose Mrs. Widdowson would be able to account for her doings. I certainly am not able to.
Did she tell you anything about her wonderful son? 'Nothing particular. 'Oh, then I must tell you the whole story. And she did so, in a tone half of jest, half of serious approval. 'I don't see that he has done anything more than his duty, remarked Widdowson at the end. 'But he isn't a bad fellow.
Widdowson near his abode on Friday. He recollected, moreover, the signs of interest in himself which, as he now thought, she had shown on previous occasions. Had the poor little woman doubtless miserable with her husband actually let herself fall in love with him? But, even in that case, what a reckless thing to do to come to his rooms!
'Do you seriously tell me, asked Widdowson, with grave curiosity, 'that there are ladies in good society who would have married me just because I have a few hundreds a year? 'My dear boy, I would get together a round dozen in two or three days. Girls who would make good, faithful wives, in mere gratitude to the man who saved them from horrors. 'Excuse me if I say that I don't believe it. Mrs.
Whilst sipping at his glass of spirits, he oddly enough fell into talk with the barmaid, a young woman of some charms, and what appeared to be unaffected modesty. Not for twenty years had Widdowson conversed with a member of this sisterhood. Their dialogue was made up of the most trifling of trivialities weather, a railway accident, the desirability of holidays at this season.
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