One of Our Conquerors — Volume 3 by George Meredith
page 88 of 108 (81%)
page 88 of 108 (81%)
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Their souls were mounting to a serenity above the nauseating degradation,
to which the poor little dog had dragged them. 'Victor gave his promise.' 'At least, concession would not imply contact with the guilty.' Both sighed as they took up the burden of the vaporous Tasso to drop him; with the greater satisfaction in the expelling of their breath. 'It might be said, dear, that concession to his entreaty does not in any way countenance the sin.' 'I can see, dear, how it might be read as a reproof.' Their exchange of sentences followed meditative pauses; Dorothea leading. 'To one so sensitive as Victor!' 'A month or two of our society for the child!' 'It is not the length of time.' 'The limitation assures against maternal claims.' 'She would not dare.' 'He used the words: "her serious respect" for us. I should not wish to listen to him often.' |
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