Bella Donna - A Novel by Robert Smythe Hichens
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"One of the best fellows in the world--Nigel Armine. I have not seen him till to-night since last October. He has been out in Egypt." At this moment he caught the fair man's eyes, and they exchanged with his a look of friendship. "Of course! I remember! He looks like a knight-errant. So did his father, poor Harwich. I used to act with Harwich in the early never-mind-whats at Burnham House. One scarcely ever sees Nigel now. I don't think he was ever at all really fond of London and gaieties. Harwich was, of course. Yet even in his face there was a sort of strangeness, of other-worldliness. I used to say he had kitten's eyes. How he believed in women, poor fellow!" "Don't you believe in women?" "As a race, no. I believe in a very few individual women. But Harwich believed in women because they were women. That is always a mistake. He believed in them as a good Catholic believes in the Saints. And he was punished for it." "You mean after Nigel's mother died? That Mrs.--what was her name?--Mrs. Alstruther?" "Yes, Mrs. Alstruther. She treated Harwich abominably. Even if she had been free, she would never have married him. He bored her. But he worshipped her, and thought to the end that her husband ill-used her. So absurd, when Paul Alstruther could call neither his soul nor his purse his own. Nigel Armine has his father's look. He, too, is born to |
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