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Updated: May 4, 2025
Woodseer was at the wonted corner of his back room, on the stool between two tallow candleflames, leather scented strongly, when the wanderer stood before him, in the image of a ball that has done with circling about a stable point. 'Back? the minister sang out at once, and his wrinkles gleamed: Their hands grasped. 'Hungry, sir, rather. 'To be sure, you are. One can read it on your boots. Mrs.
Woodseer soon had experience that he was receiving exceptional treatment from Lord Fleetwood, whose manservant was on the steps of the hotel in Salzburg on the lookout for his master. 'Sir Meeson has been getting impatient, my lord, said the man. Sir Meeson Corby appeared; Lord Fleetwood cut him short: 'You 're in a hurry; go at once, don't wait for me; I join you in Baden.
Woodseer was the more placable of the two; he had taken possession of the bench outside, and he had his note-book and much profundity to haul up with it while fish were frying. His countryman had rushed inside to avoid him, and remained there pacing the chamber like a lion newly caged. Their boatmen were brotherly in the anticipation of provision and payment.
To see a forewarned philosopher lured to try the swim on those tides, pulled along the current, and caught by the undertug of the lasher, would be fun. 'We'll drop down on them, find our hotel, and have a look at what they're doing, he said, and stepped. Woodseer would gladly have remained.
No stronger proof of their aethereal conversational earnestness could be offered. A locality was given to the Great Secret, and of course it was the place where the most powerful recent impression had been stamped on the mind of the discoverer: the shadowy valley rolling from the slate-rock. Woodseer was too artistic a dreamer to present the passing vision of Carinthia with any associates there.
He was respectably clad, he thought, in the relief of his escape from the suit of clothes discarded, and he silently followed Sir Meeson's trot to the carriage. 'Should have mistaken you for a German to-day, sir, the latter said, and trotted on. 'A stout one, Woodseer replied, with his happy indifference to his exterior. His dark lady's eyes were kindly overlooking, like the heavens.
Do me the favour to eat with me, he turned to Woodseer. 'And here, Corby! tell the countess I have a friend to bear me company, and there is to be an extra bedroom secured at her hotel. That swinery of a place she insists on visiting is usually crammed. With you there, he turned to Woodseer, 'I might find it agreeable. You can take my man, Corby; I shall not want the fellow.
'Gambling, the rascal! he said. Woodseer heard the first note of the place in that. His leader was washed, neatly dressed, and knocking at his door very soon, impatient to be off, and he flung a promise of 'supper presently' to one whose modest purse had fallen into a debate with this lordly hostelry, counting that a supper and a night there would do for it.
Woodseer, who worships the countess, and is hearty with the gentleman she treats as her best of friends. There is the real nobleman. Fleetwood chatted on airily.
Her mind was at the same time alive to our worldly conventions when other people came under its light; she sketched them and their views in her brief words between the gasps, with perspicuous, humorous bluntness, as vividly as her twitched eyebrows indicated the laugh. Gower Woodseer she read startlingly, if correctly. Carinthia could not leave her.
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