One of Our Conquerors — Volume 1 by George Meredith
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'It's a pleasant way of instructing men to submit to their conqueror.'
'If it doubles the energies, mind.' 'Not if it fiddles inside. I confess to that effect upon me. I've a waltz going on, like the snake with the tail in his mouth, eternal; and it won't allow of a thought upon Investments.' 'Consult me to-morrow,' said Mr. Radnor, somewhat pained for having inconsiderately misled the man he had hitherto helpfully guided. 'You've looked at the warehouse?' 'That's performed.' 'Make a practice of getting over as much of your business in the early morning as you well can.' Mr. Radnor added hints of advice to a frail humanity he was indulgent, the giant spoke in good fellowship. It would have been to have strained his meaning, for purposes of sarcasm upon him, if one had taken him to boast of a personal exemption from our common weakness. He stopped, and laughed: 'Now I 'm pumping my pulpit-eh? You come with us to Lakelands. I drive the ladies down to my office, ten A.M.: if it's fine; train half-past. We take a basket. By the way, I had no letter from Dartrey last mail.' 'He has buried his wife. It happens to some men.' Mr. Radnor stood gazing. He asked for the name of the place of the |
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