The Claverings by Anthony Trollope
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window with a guitar, like Don Giovanni."
"I hope not, because it's so cold. I don't think it likely, as he seems fond of going to bed early." "And it's the best thing for him," said Lady Clavering, becoming serious and carefully benevolent. "It's quite a wonder what good hours and quiet living have done for him in so short a time. I was observing him as he walked yesterday, and he put his feet to the ground as firmly almost as Hugh does." "Did he indeed? I hope he won't have the habit of putting his hand down firmly as Hugh does sometimes." "As for that," said Lady Clavering, with a little tremor, "I don't think there's much difference between them. They all say that when Lord Ongar means a thing he does mean it." "I think a man ought to have a way of his own." "And a woman also, don't you, my dear? But, as I was saying, if Lord Ongar will continue to take care of himself he may become quite a different man. Hugh says that he drinks next to nothing now, and though he sometimes lights a cigar in the smoking room at night, he hardly ever smokes it. You must do what you can to keep him from tobacco. I happen to know that Sir Charles Poddy said that so many cigars were worse for him even than brandy." All this Julia bore with an even temper. She was determined to bear everything till her time should come. Indeed she had made herself |
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