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Not going to commit yourself?"
"I'd have to hear more."
"Frankly, my dear girl, I could use you. You've got the sort of manner that's invaluable – creates confidence."
"Do you want me to help you sell gold bricks?"
"Nothing so risky. Just a little by-passing of the law - no more." His hand slipped up her arm. "You're damned attractive girl, Lucy. I'd like you as a partner."
"I'm flattered."
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"Meaning nothing doing? Think about it. Think of the fun, the pleasure you'd get out of outwitting all the sobersides. The trouble is, one needs capital."
"I'm afraid I haven't got any."
"Oh, it wasn't a touch! I'll be laying my hands on some before long. My revered Papa can't live forever, mean old brute. When he pops off, I lay my hands on some real money. What about it, Lucy?"
"What are the terms?"
"Marriage if you fancy it. Women seem to, no matter how advanced and self-supporting they are. Besides, married women can't be made to give evidence against their husbands."
"Not so flattering!"
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Monday, December 24, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
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Arabella lay facing the window, and did not at once turn her head: and Sue was wicked enough, despite her penitence, to wish for a moment that Jude could behold her forerunner now, with the daylight full upon her. She may have seemed handsome enough in profile under the lamps, but a frowsiness was apparent this morning; and the sight of her own fresh charms in the looking-glass made Sue's manner bright, till she reflected what a meanly sexual emotion this was in her, and hated herself for it. ¡¡¡¡ "I've just looked in to see if you got back comfortably last night, that's all," she said gently. "I was afraid afterwards
oil paintingthat you might have met with any mishap?" ¡¡¡¡ "Oh--how stupid this is! I thought my visitor was--your friend-- your husband--Mrs. Fawley, as I suppose you call yourself?" said Arabella, flinging her head back upon the pillows with a disappointed toss, and ceasing to retain the dimple she had just taken the trouble to produce. ¡¡¡¡ "Indeed I don't," said Sue. ¡¡¡¡ "Oh, I thought you might have, even if he's not really yours. Decency is decency, any hour of the twenty-four." ¡¡¡¡ "I don't know what you mean," said Sue stiffly. "He is mine, if you come to that!" ¡¡¡¡ "He wasn't yesterday." ¡¡¡¡ Sue coloured roseate, and said "How do you know?"
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Arabella lay facing the window, and did not at once turn her head: and Sue was wicked enough, despite her penitence, to wish for a moment that Jude could behold her forerunner now, with the daylight full upon her. She may have seemed handsome enough in profile under the lamps, but a frowsiness was apparent this morning; and the sight of her own fresh charms in the looking-glass made Sue's manner bright, till she reflected what a meanly sexual emotion this was in her, and hated herself for it. ¡¡¡¡ "I've just looked in to see if you got back comfortably last night, that's all," she said gently. "I was afraid afterwards
oil paintingthat you might have met with any mishap?" ¡¡¡¡ "Oh--how stupid this is! I thought my visitor was--your friend-- your husband--Mrs. Fawley, as I suppose you call yourself?" said Arabella, flinging her head back upon the pillows with a disappointed toss, and ceasing to retain the dimple she had just taken the trouble to produce. ¡¡¡¡ "Indeed I don't," said Sue. ¡¡¡¡ "Oh, I thought you might have, even if he's not really yours. Decency is decency, any hour of the twenty-four." ¡¡¡¡ "I don't know what you mean," said Sue stiffly. "He is mine, if you come to that!" ¡¡¡¡ "He wasn't yesterday." ¡¡¡¡ Sue coloured roseate, and said "How do you know?"
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
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¡¡¡¡I was going away, when he directed my attention to the kite. ¡¡¡¡'What do you think of that for a kite?' he said. ¡¡¡¡I answered that it was a beautiful one. I should think it must have been as much as seven feet high. ¡¡¡¡'I made it. We'll go and fly it, you and I,' said Mr. Dick. 'Do you see this?' ¡¡¡¡He showed me that it was covered with manuscript, very closely and laboriously written; but so plainly, that as I looked along the lines, I thought I saw some allusion to King Charles the First's head again, in one or two places. ¡¡¡¡'There's plenty of string,' said Mr. Dick, 'and when it flies high, it takes the facts a long way. That's my manner of diffusing 'em. I don't know where they may come down. It's according to circumstances, and the wind, and so forth; but I take my chance of that.' ¡¡¡¡His face was so very mild and pleasant, and had something so reverend in it, though it was hale and hearty, that I was not sure but that
oil painting he was having a good-humoured jest with me. So I laughed, and he laughed, and we parted the best friends possible. ¡¡¡¡'Well, child,' said my aunt, when I went downstairs. 'And what of Mr. Dick, this morning?' ¡¡¡¡I informed her that he sent his compliments, and was getting on very well indeed. ¡¡¡¡'What do you think of him?' said my aunt. ¡¡¡¡I had some shadowy idea of endeavouring to evade the question, by replying that I thought him a very nice gentleman; but my aunt was not to be so put off, for she laid her work down in her lap, and said, folding her hands upon it:
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¡¡¡¡I was going away, when he directed my attention to the kite. ¡¡¡¡'What do you think of that for a kite?' he said. ¡¡¡¡I answered that it was a beautiful one. I should think it must have been as much as seven feet high. ¡¡¡¡'I made it. We'll go and fly it, you and I,' said Mr. Dick. 'Do you see this?' ¡¡¡¡He showed me that it was covered with manuscript, very closely and laboriously written; but so plainly, that as I looked along the lines, I thought I saw some allusion to King Charles the First's head again, in one or two places. ¡¡¡¡'There's plenty of string,' said Mr. Dick, 'and when it flies high, it takes the facts a long way. That's my manner of diffusing 'em. I don't know where they may come down. It's according to circumstances, and the wind, and so forth; but I take my chance of that.' ¡¡¡¡His face was so very mild and pleasant, and had something so reverend in it, though it was hale and hearty, that I was not sure but that
oil painting he was having a good-humoured jest with me. So I laughed, and he laughed, and we parted the best friends possible. ¡¡¡¡'Well, child,' said my aunt, when I went downstairs. 'And what of Mr. Dick, this morning?' ¡¡¡¡I informed her that he sent his compliments, and was getting on very well indeed. ¡¡¡¡'What do you think of him?' said my aunt. ¡¡¡¡I had some shadowy idea of endeavouring to evade the question, by replying that I thought him a very nice gentleman; but my aunt was not to be so put off, for she laid her work down in her lap, and said, folding her hands upon it:
Sunday, November 18, 2007
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Tut, tut, tut! that was the boy's affair. How is the poor woman?' ¡¡¡¡`Doing nicely, sir'; and off went Jo, talking very fast, as she told all about the Hummels, in whom her mother had interested richer friends than they were. ¡¡¡¡`Just her father's way of doing good. I shall come and see your mother some fine day. Tell her so. There's the tea-bell; we have it early, on the boy's account. Come down, and go on being neighbourly.' ¡¡¡¡`If you'd like to have me, sir.' ¡¡¡¡`Shouldn't ask you if I didn't'; and Mr. Laurence offered her his arm with old-fashioned courtesy. ¡¡¡¡`What would Me say to this?' thought Jo, as she was marched away, while her eyes danced with fun as she imagined herself telling the story at home. ¡¡¡¡`Hey! Why, what the dickens has come to the fellow?' said the old gentleman, as Laurie came running downstairs, and brought up with a start of surprise at the astonishing sight of Jo arm-in-arm with his redoubtable grandfather. ¡¡¡¡`I didn't know you'd come, sir,' he began, as Jo gave him a triumphant little glance. ¡¡¡¡`That's evident, by the way you racket downstairs. Come to your tea, sir, and behave like a gentleman'; and having pulled the boy's hair by way of a caress, Mr. Laurence walked on, while Laurie went through a series of comic evolutions behind their backs, which nearly produced an explosion of laughter from Jo. The old gentleman did not say much as he drank his four cups of tea, but he watched the young people, who soon chatted away like old friends, and the change in his grandson did not escape him. There was colour, light, and life in the boy's face now, vivacity in his manner, and genuine merriment in his laugh.
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Tut, tut, tut! that was the boy's affair. How is the poor woman?' ¡¡¡¡`Doing nicely, sir'; and off went Jo, talking very fast, as she told all about the Hummels, in whom her mother had interested richer friends than they were. ¡¡¡¡`Just her father's way of doing good. I shall come and see your mother some fine day. Tell her so. There's the tea-bell; we have it early, on the boy's account. Come down, and go on being neighbourly.' ¡¡¡¡`If you'd like to have me, sir.' ¡¡¡¡`Shouldn't ask you if I didn't'; and Mr. Laurence offered her his arm with old-fashioned courtesy. ¡¡¡¡`What would Me say to this?' thought Jo, as she was marched away, while her eyes danced with fun as she imagined herself telling the story at home. ¡¡¡¡`Hey! Why, what the dickens has come to the fellow?' said the old gentleman, as Laurie came running downstairs, and brought up with a start of surprise at the astonishing sight of Jo arm-in-arm with his redoubtable grandfather. ¡¡¡¡`I didn't know you'd come, sir,' he began, as Jo gave him a triumphant little glance. ¡¡¡¡`That's evident, by the way you racket downstairs. Come to your tea, sir, and behave like a gentleman'; and having pulled the boy's hair by way of a caress, Mr. Laurence walked on, while Laurie went through a series of comic evolutions behind their backs, which nearly produced an explosion of laughter from Jo. The old gentleman did not say much as he drank his four cups of tea, but he watched the young people, who soon chatted away like old friends, and the change in his grandson did not escape him. There was colour, light, and life in the boy's face now, vivacity in his manner, and genuine merriment in his laugh.
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