The Adventures Harry Richmond — Volume 3 by George Meredith
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may tell her confidentially of the progress of your friendship with the
Princess Ottilia. Here I shall employ my hours in a tranquil study of nature until I see you.' Thus he sped me forward. We sighted Riversley about mid-day on a sunny June morning. Compared with the view from Bella Vista, our firs looked scanty, our heath-tracts dull, as places having no page of history written on them, our fresh green meadows not more than commonly homely. I was so full of my sense of triumph in my adventurous journey and the recovery of my father, that I gazed on the old Grange from a towering height. The squire was on the lawn, surrounded by a full company: the Ilchesters, the Ambroses, the Wilfords, Captain and Squire Gregory Bulsted, the Rubreys, and others, all bending to roses, to admire, smell, or pluck. Charming groups of ladies were here and there; and Temple whispered as we passed them: 'We beat foreigners in our women, Richie.' I, making it my business to talk with perfect unconcern, replied 'Do you think so? Perhaps. Not in all cases'; all the while I was exulting at the sweet beams of England radiating from these dear early- morning-looking women. My aunt Dorothy swam up to me, and, kissing me, murmured: 'Take no rebuff from your grandpapa, darling.' My answer was: 'I have found him!' Captain Bulsted sang out our names; I caught sight of Julia Rippenger's |
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