Ordeal of Richard Feverel — Volume 4 by George Meredith
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of you. Am I not?"
Mrs. Doria addressed his eyes coaxingly. A benevolent idea struck Richard, that he might employ the minutes to spare, in pleading the case of poor Ralph; and, as he was drawn along, he pulled out his watch to note the precise number of minutes he could dedicate to this charitable office. "Pardon me," said Mrs. Doria. "You want manners, my dear boy. I think it never happened to me before that a man consulted his watch in my presence." Richard mildly replied that he had an engagement at a particular hour, up to which he was her servant. "Fiddlededee!" the vivacious lady sang. "Now I've got you, I mean to keep you. Oh! I've heard all about you. This ridiculous indifference that your father makes so much of! Why, of course, you wanted to see the world! A strong healthy young man shut up all his life in a lonely house--no friends, no society, no amusements but those of rustics! Of course you were indifferent! Your intelligence and superior mind alone saved you from becoming a dissipated country boor.--Where are the others?" Clare and Adrian came up at a quick pace. "My damozel dropped something," Adrian explained. Her mother asked what it was. |
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