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Vermeer Girl with a Red Hat
and more to the gentleness and delicacy of her character--obliged her very soon to dislike him less than formerly. She had by no means forgotten the past, and she thought as ill of him as ever; but she felt his powers: he was entertaining; and his manners were so improved, so polite, so seriously and blamelessly polite, that it was impossible not to be civil to him in return. ¡¡¡¡ A very few days were enough to effect this; and at the end of those few days,
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circumstances arose which had a tendency rather to forward his views of pleasing her, inasmuch as they gave her a degree of happiness which must dispose her to be pleased with everybody. William, her brother, the so long absent and dearly loved brother, was in England again. She had a letter from him herself, a few hurried happy lines, written as the ship came up Channel, and sent into Portsmouth with the first boat that left the Antwerp at anchor in Spithead; and when Crawford walked up with the newspaper in his hand, which he had hoped would bring the first tidings, he found her trembling with joy

Vermeer Girl with a Red Hat

Red Hat Girl
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Vermeer Girl with a Red Hat
tigers.The great slinking brutes had crawled to their places and performed theirdegrading and humiliating tricks.Their eyes and subdued snarls told ofhatred,bitter fanatical hatred,but they had obeyed,cringed.That had been a youngwoman,a woman with an arrogant dark beauty,but the look had been the same. "Une dompteuse,"said Dr Gerard to himself. And he understood now what that undercurrent to the harmless family talk hadbeen.It was hatred -a dark eddying stream of hatred. He thought: "How fanciful and absurd most people would think me!Here is acommonplace devoted American family reveling in Palestine -and I weave
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a storyof black magic round it!" Then he looked with interest at the quiet young woman who was calledNadine.There was a wedding ring on her left hand,and as he watched her he sawher give one swift betraying glance at the fair-haired,loose-limbed Lennox.Heknew,then...... They were man and wife,those two.But it was a mother's glance rather than awife's -a true mother's glance -protecting,anxious.And he knew something more.Heknew that,alone out of that group,Nadine Boynton was unaffected by her mother-in-law's spell.She may have disliked the old woman.,but she was not afraid ofher.The power did not touch her. She was unhappy,deeply concerned about her husband,but she was free. Dr Gerard said to himself: "All this is very interesting."

Vermeer Girl with a Red Hat

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Vermeer Girl with a Red Hat
Quite a lot," saidEgerton dryly. "I've had threeclients in the last year, two of whom were made wards of court and the third one managedto bully her parents into agreeing to an almost certainly disastrous marriage. Girls don't get looked after the way they used to be. Conditions are such that it's very difficult to look after them at all –”
　　"But I assure you Elvira has been most carefullylooked after."
　　"The ingenuity of the young female of the speciesis beyond anything you could conjecture! You keep an eye on her, Derek. Make a fewinquiries as to what she's been up to."
　　"Nonsense. She's justa sweet simple girl."
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　　"What you don't knowabout sweet simple girls would fill an album! Her mother ran away and caused a scandal –remember? – When she was younger thanElvira is today. As for old Coniston, he was one of the worst rips in England."
　　"You upset me, Richard. You upset me very much."
　　"You might as well be warned. What I didn't quite like was one of her other questions. Why is she so anxious to knowwho'd inherit her money if she dies?"

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readily postponed seeing him till after the departure of the former. He did not leave his name, and till the next day it was only known that a gentleman had called on business. On Saturday he came again. Your father was gone, your uncle at home, and, as I said before, they had a great deal of talk together. They met again on Sunday, and then I saw him too. It was not all settled before Monday: as soon as it was, the express was sent off to Longbourn. But our visitor was very obstinate. I fancy, Lizzy, that obstinacy is the real defect of his character, after all. He has been accused of many faults at different times, but this is the true one. Nothing was to be done that he did not do himself; though I am sure (and I do not speak it to be thanked, therefore say nothing about it),
oil painting your uncle would most readily have settled the whole. They battled it together for a long time, which was more than either the gentleman or lady concerned in it deserved. But at last your uncle was forced to yield, and instead of being allowed to be of use to his niece, was forced to put up with only having the probable credit of it, which went sorely against the grain; and I really believe your letter this morning gave him great pleasure, because it required an explanation that would rob him of his borrowed feathers, and give the praise where it was due. But, Lizzy, this must go no farther than yourself, or Jane at most. You know pretty well, I suppose, what has been done for the young people

Vermeer Girl with a Red Hat

Red Hat Girl
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Vermeer Girl with a Red Hat
¡¡¡¡ His closeness to her was so suggestive that he trembled, and turned his face away with a shy instinct to prevent her recognizing him, though as she had never once seen him she could not possibly do so; and might very well never have heard even his name. He could perceive that though she was a country-girl at bottom, a latter girlhood of some years in London, and a womanhood here, had taken all rawness out of her. ¡¡¡¡ When she was gone he continued his work, reflecting on her. He had been so caught by her influence that he had taken no count of her general mould and build. He remembered now that she was not a large figure, that she was light and slight, of the type dubbed elegant. That was about all he had seen. There was nothing statuesque in her; all was nervous motion. She was mobile, living, yet a painter might not have called her handsome or beautiful. But the much that she was surprised him. She was quite a long way removed from the rusticity that was his. How could one of his cross-grained, unfortunate, almost accursed stock, have contrived to reach this pitch of niceness? London had done it, he supposed.