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I got what I wanted to fit me out for the character of Armadale's widow by nothing less than the sale of Armadale's own present to me on my marriage the ruby ring! It proved to be a more valuable jewel than I had supposed. I am likely to be spared all money anxieties for some time to come. "On leaving the jeweler's, I went to the great mourning shop in Regent Street.
I ran it over rapidly saw that there was nothing in it of the slightest importance and put it in the fire on the spot. That done, I left Bashwood in the sitting-room, and went to the Sanitarium, with Armadale's letter in my hand. "The doctor had gone out, and the servant was unable to say positively at what time he would be back.
"'But, you may say, 'supposing all this, here I am, even with your art to help me, looking a good six years older than he is; and that is against me at starting. Is it? Just think again. Surely, your own experience must have shown you that the commonest of all common weaknesses, in young fellows of this Armadale's age, is to fall in love with women older than themselves.
With regard to the little hitch that I adverted to just now, permit me to inform you that Mr. Armadale has brought a friend here with him, who bears the strange name of Midwinter. Do you know the gentleman at all?" asked the doctor, with a suspicious anxiety in his eyes, which strangely belied the elaborate indifference of his tone. "I know him to be an old friend of Mr. Armadale's," she said.
"If there had been any confidence between my pupil and me, I might have easily satisfied her that she might become Mrs. Armadale if she could without having any rivalry to fear on my part. But Miss Milroy disliked and distrusted me from the first. She took her own jealous view, no doubt, of Mr. Armadale's thoughtless attentions to me.
In this case, the blank leaf at the beginning of the book was filled on both sides with a copy of verses, the writing being still in Mrs. Armadale's hand. The verses were headed "Farewell to Thorpe Ambrose," and were dated "March, 1829" two months only after Allan had been born. Entirely without merit in itself, the only interest of the little poem was in the domestic story that it told.
Mack, as a man of the world, sees it in the same light as I do, don't you, sir?" "Gentlemen," said the station-master, with his abrupt military accent, and his impenetrable military manner, "she's a devilish fine woman. And when I was Mr. Armadale's age, it's my opinion, if her fancy had laid that way, she might have married Me."
I was innocent so far as the brandy was concerned. I had put it into the lemonade, in pure ignorance of Armadale's nervous peculiarity, to disguise the taste of never mind what! Another of the things I pride myself on is that I never wander from my subject. "He looked at me for a moment, as if he thought I had taken leave of my senses.
"May I ask if I am right, sir," he began, "in believing that you have a very unfavorable opinion of Miss Gwilt? You are quite convinced, I think " "My good fellow," interrupted Pedgift Senior, "why need you be in any doubt about it? You were under Mr. Armadale's open window all the while I was talking to him; and your ears, I presume, were not absolutely shut." Mr.
You will see, my dear madam, that I am not disposed to trust to the chapter of accidents on my side. Cabs are, as yet, rare in this rapidly improving neighborhood. I am twenty minutes' walk from you; you are twenty minutes' walk from me. I know nothing of Mr. Armadale's character; you know it well.
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