Ordeal of Richard Feverel — Volume 3 by George Meredith
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conscious calves produced all the discord and the frenzy those adornments
seem destined to create in tender bosoms. He had, moreover, the reputation of having suffered for the sex; which assisted his object in inducing the sex to suffer for him. What with his calves, and his dictionary words, and the attractive halo of the mysterious vindictiveness of Venus surrounding him, this Adonis of the lower household was a mighty man below, and he moved as one. On hearing the tumult that followed Berry's arrival, Adrian sent for him, and was informed of the nature of his mission, and its result. "You should come to me first," said Adrian. "I should have imagined you were shrewd enough for that, Berry?" "Pardon me, Mr. Adrian," Berry doubled his elbow to explain. "Pardon me, sir. Acting recipient of special injunctions I was not a free agent." "Go to Mr. Richard again, Berry. There will be a little confusion if he holds back. Perhaps you had better throw out a hint or so of apoplexy. A slight hint will do. And here--Berry! when you return to town, you had better not mention anything--to quote Johnson--of Benson's spiflication." "Certainly not, sir." The wise youth's hint had the desired effect on Richard. He dashed off a hasty letter by Tom to Belthorpe, and, mounting his horse, galloped to the Bellingham station. |
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