The Adventures Harry Richmond — Volume 4 by George Meredith
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metal and flesh.'
'Did she tinkle, as you call it, when that fellow Destrier, confound him! touched her?' 'The little cat! Did you notice Mabel's blush?' 'How could I help it? We've all had a dozen apiece. You saw little Kiomi curled up under the hop and briony?' 'I took her for a dead jackdaw.' 'I took her for what she is, and she may slap, scream, tear, and bite, I 'll take her yet-and all her tribe crying thief, by way of a diversion. She and I are footed a pair.' His impetuosity surpassed mine so much that I fell to brooding on the superior image of my charmer. The result was, I could not keep away from her. I managed to get home with leaden limbs. Next day I was back at Dipwell. Such guilt as I have to answer for I may avow. I made violent love to this silly country beauty, and held every advantage over her other flatterers. She had met me on the evening of the great twenty-first, she and a line of damsels dressed in white and wearing wreaths, and I had claimed the privilege of saluting her. The chief superintendent of the festivities, my father's old cook, Monsieur Alphonse, turned twilight into noonday with a sheaf of rockets at the moment my lips brushed her cheek. It was a kiss marred; I claimed to amend it. Besides, we had been bosom friends in childhood. My wonder at the growth of the rose I |
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