One of Our Conquerors — Volume 5 by George Meredith
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page 90 of 107 (84%)
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Only, you know, Simeon, they don't feel the end, as we in health imagine.
Colney would say, we have the spasms and they the peace. I 've a mind to send up to Regent's Park with inquiries. It would look respectful. God forgive me!--the poor woman perverts me at every turn. Though I will say, a certain horror of death I had--she whisked me out of it yesterday. I don't feel it any longer. What are you jerking at?' 'Only to remark, that if the thing's done for us, we haven't it so much on our sensations.' 'More, if we're sympathetic. But that compels us to be philosophic--or who could live! Poor woman!' 'Waft her gently, Victor!' 'Tush! Now for the South side of the Bridges; and I tell you, Simeon, what I can't mention to-night: I mean to enliven these poor dear people on their forsaken South of the City. I 've my scheme. Elected or not, I shall hardly be accused of bribery when I put down my first instalment.' Fenellan went to work with that remark in his brain for the speech he was to deliver. He could not but reflect on the genial man's willingness and capacity to do deeds of benevolence, constantly thwarted by the position into which he had plunged himself. They were received at the verge of the crowd outside the theatre-doors by Skepsey, who wriggled, tore and clove a way for them, where all were obedient, but the numbers lumped and clogged. When finally they reached the stage, they spied at Nesta's box, during the thunder of the rounds of |
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