The Adventures Harry Richmond — Volume 7 by George Meredith
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generally, not personally, upon our human destinies: it is the more
likely, if, as I divine, the calm oval of her lifted eyelids contemplated him in the fulness of the recognition that this world, of which we hope unuttered things, can be shifted and swayed by an ignis-fatuus. The father of one now seen through, could hardly fail of being transfixed himself. It was horrible to think of. I would rather have added a vice to my faults than that she should have penetrated him. Nearing the island, I was reminded of the early morning when I landed on the Flemish flats. I did not expect a similar surprise, but before my rowers had pulled in, the tall beaconhead of old Schwartz notified that his mistress might be abroad. Janet walked with her. I ran up the steps to salute them, and had Ottilia's hand in mine. 'Prince Ernest has arrived?' 'My father came yesterday evening.' 'Do you leave to-day?' 'I cannot tell; he will decide.' It seemed a good omen, until I scanned Janet's sombre face. 'You will not see us out for the rest of the day, Harry,' said she. 'That is your arrangement?' 'It is.' |
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