Sandra Belloni — Volume 5 by George Meredith
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"Categorically I reply: Have I loved Miss Emilia Belloni?--No. Do I?--
No. Do I love Charlotte Chillingworth?--Yes, ten thousand times! And now let Britomart disarm." He sought to get his reward by gentle muscular persuasion. Her arms alone yielded: and he judged from the angle of the neck, ultra-sharp though it was, that her averted face might be her form of exhibiting maidenly reluctance, feminine modesty. Suddenly the fingers in his grasp twisted, and not being at once released, she turned round to him. "For God's sake, spare the girl!" Emilia stood in the doorway. CHAPTER XXXVII A knock at Merthyr's chamber called him out while he sat writing to Marini on the national business. He heard Georgiana's voice begging him to come to her quickly. When he saw her face the stain of tears was there. "Anything the matter with Charlotte?" was his first question. "No. But, come: I will tell you on the way. Do not look at me." "No personal matter of any kind?" |
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