The Testing of Diana Mallory by Mrs. Humphry Ward
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"Well!" he reflected; "it would be disagreeable!"
"Yes--but would it make you give up all the things you like?--golfing--and cards--and parties--and the girl you were engaged to--and take to slumming, and that kind of thing?" The slight inflection of the last words drew smiles. Mr. Ferrier held up a finger. "Miss Alicia, I shall lend you no more books." "Why? Because I can't appreciate them?" Mr. Ferrier laughed. "I maintain that book is a book to melt the heart of a stone." "Well, I tried to cry," said the girl, putting another grape into her mouth, and quietly nodding at her interlocutor--"I did--honor bright. But--really--what does it matter what your father did?" "My _dear!_" said Lady Lucy, softly. Her singularly white and finely wrinkled face, framed in a delicate capote of old lace, looked coldly at the speaker. "By-the-way," said Mr. Ferrier, "does not the question rather concern you in this neighborhood? I hear young Brenner has just come to live at West Hill. I don't now what sort of a youth he is, but if he's a decent fellow, I don't imagine anybody will boycott him on account of his father's misdoings." |
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