Sandra Belloni — Volume 2 by George Meredith
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Coming to a halt near the garden gate, Adela tapped Emilia's cheek, addressing her: "How demure she has become!" "Ah!" went Arabella, "does she know papa has had a letter from Mr. Pericles, who wrote from Milan to say that he has made arrangements for her to enter the Academy there, and will come to fetch her in a few days?" Emilia's wrists crossed below her neck, while she gave ear. "To take me away?" she said. The tragic attitude and outcry, with the mournful flash of her eyes, might have told Emilia's tale. Adela unwillingly shielded her by interpreting the scene. "See! she must be a born actress. They always exaggerate in that style, so that you would really think she had a mighty passion for Brookfield." "Or in it," suggested Freshfield. "Or in it!" she laughed assentingly. Mr. Pole was perceived entering the garden, rubbing his hands a little too obsequiously to some remark of the baronet's, as the critical ladies imagined. Sir Twickenham's arm spread out in a sweep; Mr. Pole's head nodded. After the ceremony of the salute, the ladies were informed of Sir Twickenham's observation: Sir Twickenham Pryme, a statistical member of Parliament, a well-preserved half-century in age, a gentleman in |
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