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He knew it for the queerest of adventures a circumstance capable of playing such a part only for Lambert Strether that in Paris itself, of all places, he should find this ghost of the lady of Woollett more importunate than any other presence. When he went back to Maria Gostrey it was for the change to something else. And yet after all the change scarcely operated for he talked to her of Mrs.
For some time he was in doubt as to whether he would be doing right in acquiescing in anything but a straightforward public statement of the facts connected with the disappearance of the cameo, but in the end was persuaded to let the affair drop, on receiving an assurance from Mr. Woollett that he unreservedly accepted the apology offered him by Mr. Claridge.
The ingenuous compatriots showed a candour, he thought, surpassing even the candour of Woollett; they were red-haired and long-legged, they were quaint and queer and dear and droll; they made the place resound with the vernacular, which he had never known so marked as when figuring for the chosen language, he must suppose, of contemporary art.
The day had turned to heat and eventual thunder, and he now and again went back to his hotel to find that Chad hadn't been there. He hadn't yet struck himself, since leaving Woollett, so much as a loafer, though there had been times when he believed himself touching bottom. This was a deeper depth than any, and with no foresight, scarcely with a care, as to what he should bring up.
"I came out to find myself in presence of new facts facts that have kept striking me as less and less met by our old reasons. The matter's perfectly simple. New reasons reasons as new as the facts themselves are wanted; and of this our friends at Woollett Chad's and mine were at the earliest moment definitely notified. If any are producible Mrs.
He's a young man on whose head high hopes are placed at Woollett; a young man a wicked woman has got hold of and whom his family over there have sent you out to rescue. You've accepted the mission of separating him from the wicked woman. Are you quite sure she's very bad for him?" Something in his manner showed it as quite pulling him up. "Of course we are. Wouldn't YOU be?" "Oh I don't know.
Melancholy Murger, with Francine and Musette and Rodolphe, at home, in the company of the tattered, one if he not in his single self two or three of the unbound, the paper-covered dozen on the shelf; and when Chad had written, five years ago, after a sojourn then already prolonged to six months, that he had decided to go in for economy and the real thing, Strether's fancy had quite fondly accompanied him in this migration, which was to convey him, as they somewhat confusedly learned at Woollett, across the bridges and up the Montagne Sainte-Genevieve.
It made between them a pause, which she, however, still fascinated by the mystery of the production at Woollett, presently broke. "'Rather ridiculous'? Clothes-pins? Saleratus? Shoe-polish?" It brought him round. "No you don't even 'burn. I don't think, you know, you'll guess it." "How then can I judge how vulgar it is?" "You'll judge when I do tell you" and he persuaded her to patience.
The connexion, as he sat there and let his imagination roam, was to strike him as vaguely pathetic; but there it all was, and pathetic was doubtless in the conditions the best thing it could possibly be. It had assuredly existed at any rate; for it seemed now to come over him that no gentleman of his age at Woollett could ever, to a lady of Mrs.
Woollett isn't sure it ought to enjoy. If it were it would. But it hasn't, poor thing," Strether continued, "any one to show it how. It's not like me. I have somebody." They had stopped, in the afternoon sunshine constantly pausing, in their stroll, for the sharper sense of what they saw and Strether rested on one of the high sides of the old stony groove of the little rampart.
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