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Lord Fleetwood bent a listening head while Mr. Gower Woodseer, apparently a good genius for the moment, spoke at his ear. How do we understand laughter at such a communication as he must be hearing from the man?
'It is my husband' sounded foolish, sounded freshish, a new note. Would she repeat it? The bit of simplicity would bear repeating once. Gower Woodseer says the creature grows and studies to perfect herself. She's a good way off that, and may spoil herself in the process; but she has a certain power.
'We'll have a run with her, said Fleetwood, keener for business than for metaphors at the moment. He received gold for a bank-note. Captain Abrane hurriedly begged a loan. Both of them threw. Neither of them threw on the six numbers Woodseer would have selected, and they lost. He stated that the number of 17 had won before. Abrane tried the transversal enclosing this favoured number.
His brightest remark was to put the question to his father: 'The three good things of the Isle of Britain? and treble the name of Madge Woodseer for a richer triad than the Glamorgan man could summon.
Have your fun as you like it! I shall get supplies to-morrow. By the way, you have that boy Cressett here. What are you doing with him? Livia spoke of watching over him and guarding him: 'He was at the table beside me, bursting to have a fling; and my friend Mr. Woodseer said, it was "Adonis come to spy the boar": the picture!
I have no wish to find her, but I want thoroughly to believe in her. Another than Woodseer would have perceived the young lord's malady. Here was one bitten by the serpent of love, and athirst for an image of the sex to serve for the cooling herb, as youth will be. Woodseer put it down to a curious imaginative fellowship with himself.
'A place where they have started public gambling, I am told. 'We must look into all the corners of the world to know it, sir, and the world has to be riddled or it riddles us. 'Ah. Did you ever tell a lie, Gower Woodseer? 'I played. 'You played. The Lord be thanked you have kept your straight tongue! The Lord can always enter a heart of truth. Sin cannot dwell with it.
That fellow, Gower Woodseer, might accuse the husband of virtually lying, if he by his conduct implied her distastefulness or worse. By heaven! as felon a deed as could be done. Argue the case anyhow, it should be undone. Let her but cease to madden. For whatever the rawness of the woman, she has qualities; and experience of the facile loves of London very sharply defines her qualities.
Her face had now an air of homeliness, well suited to an English household interior. She could chat. Any pauses occurring, he was the one guilty of them; she did not allow them to be barrier chasms, or 'strids' for the leap with effort; she crossed them like the mountain maid over a gorge's plank kept her tones perfectly. Her Madge and Mr. Gower Woodseer made a conversible topic.
'One of the admirably damned, said Woodseer, and he murmured with enjoyment: 'Between the lights that 's the beauty and the tragedy of Purgatory! His comrade fell in with the pictured idea: 'You hit it: not what you called the "sublimely milky," and not squalid as you'll see the faces of the gambling women at the tables below. Oblige me may I beg? don't clap names on the mountains we've seen.
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