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And for the third time he plunged into detail.
Why, then, walking along a
grassy strip beside the road,did he think almost exclusively of Fleur?
Its a
flimsy school, that, she said, pointing her chin at theFragonard; but I like
your room.
The Marquess shook the head that was resting on his hand.
Ive been
wanting to saythat to you ever since Ascot.
And she was sorry; she hadnt meant
to begin like that!
Perhaps its just a megrim, Greenwater, said Anne.
Trite
expressions were knocking against Soames palate.
SHE must have three thousand a
year, now, at least. Suddenly she looked up at Fleur: Do you like his
wife?
Yes, Sunday will be all right; then Harold will see you.
Something in the
hereditary principle, Mr.
Shes taking her boy to Loringnext week, to convalesce
him.
And he suffered fromthe feeling which besets those who are sensitive about
their luck. Id better get to the bottom of it, if I can. Perhaps only to the
edge, and over we go. My dear, you have lived too longamong the
primitives.
Junes eyes stared up at her for a moment, and flew off to
theFragonard.
To say,then, that civilisation was skin-deep, wasnt cynical at
all.
And, by instinct, added:Thats why I doubt the Public Schools.
Fleur leaned
forward, and with faint malice said: Have you becomea moralist, my dear? Junes
eyes stared up at her for a moment, and flew off to theFragonard. Amateurs, he
said, all the young Forsytes. Soames put his head to the other side, and looked
at the back ofthe picture.
And she was sorry; she hadnt meant to begin like
that! I mean, do you think thered be a chancefor Harold Blades work there?
A
single step too far, or too soon,and he might be gone from her again for good!
I always think its rot to talk about ages being this or that.
He lifted her
down in a prolonged manner.
Ive been wanting to saythat to you ever since
Ascot.
And, in some doubt, they scrutinised the mansion before them. The pace
doesnt matter so much, said Soames, astonished athimself, so long as it leads
somewhere.
Yes, said Soames; I always look at their backs. A sight of Jon was
due to herafter these dreary weeks! Stainford dropped in on me one day at
Wansdon. It will hang in my gallery at Mapledurham. He knew she had her old
feeling forhim, just as he knew he had it, or some of it, for her.
And now the
colts sick justbefore Goodwood; theres a screw loose somewhere.
Suddenly she
looked up at Fleur: Do you like his wife?
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