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They sat silently until she drew her watch from her girdle. 'My train starts at half-past six. It is a walk of thirty-five minutes to the station. I did it last night in that time. 'You walked here in the dark alone? 'There was no fly to be had. The station-master sent one of his porters with me. We had a talk on the road. I like those men. Dacier read the hour by the mantelpiece clock.
In the course of a heavy tirade against the scoundrel, Redworth apprehended that it was the cantatrice's husband. Another outburst seemed to be in preparation. Nothing further was to be done for the book at that hour. He thought of Percy Dacier too. In his bed he could have wished himself peregrinating a bridge.
She fell asleep like the wrecked flung ashore. Danvers entered her room at an early hour for London to inform her that Mr. Percy Dacier was below, and begged permission to wait. Diana gave orders for breakfast to be proposed to him. She lay staring at the wall until it became too visibly a reflection of her mind.
If ever there was a man! . . . But, oh, good God! she's in their hands this minute. My saint is under the knife. Dacier was hurried forward by a powerful hand. 'They say it lasts about five minutes, four and a half or more! My God! When they turned me out of her room, she smiled to keep me calm.
I have great esteem for a true critic, such as Aristotle and Longinus among the Greeks; Horace and Quintilian among the Romans; Boileau and Dacier among the French.
'Her husband might have the advantage of it. His state is really pathetic. If she has feeling, and could only be made aware, she might perhaps be persuaded to pass from the friendly to the wifely duty. Mr. Dacier bent his head to listen, and he bowed.
She must make her counsel so weighty in poignant praises as to repress impulses that would rouse her own; and her betraying impulsiveness was a subject of reflection to Diana after she had given Percy Dacier, metaphorically, the key of her house. Only as true Egeria could she receive him.
When she entered the room to Dacier and they touched hands, she rejoiced in her coolness, without any other feeling or perception active. Not to be unkind, not too kind: this was her task. She waited for the passage of commonplaces. 'You slept well, Percy? 'Yes; and you? 'I don't think I even dreamed. They sat.
All I can do is to pray. And she knows the beast I am, and has forgiven me. There isn't a blessed text of Scripture that doesn't cry out in praise of her. And they cut and hack...! He dropped his head. The vehement big man heaved, shuddering. His lips worked fast. 'She is not alone with them, unsupported? said Dacier. Sir Lukin moaned for relief. He caught his watch swinging and stared at it.
Warwick's promise of a few sittings for the sketch of a portrait, near the close of the season. 'A very daring thing to attempt, Miss Paynham said, when he was comparing her first outlines and the beautiful breathing features. 'Even if one gets the face, the lips will seem speechless, to those who know her. 'If they have no recollection, said Dacier.
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