Lord Ormont and His Aminta — Volume 3 by George Meredith
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permanent seat beside him.
'You have only to see Lady Ormont; you will admit the justice of her claim, my lady,' said he; and as evidently he wanted a fight, she let him have it. 'You try to provoke me; you take liberties. You may call the woman Aminta, I've told you; you insult me when you call the woman by my family name.' 'Pardon me, my lady: I have no right to call Lady Ormont Aminta.' 'You've never done so, eh? Say!' She had him at the edge of the precipice. He escaped by saying, 'Her Christian name was asked the other day, and I mentioned it. She is addressed by me as Lady Ormont.' 'And by her groom and her footman. They all do; it 's the indemnity to that class of young woman. Her linendraper is Lady-Ormonting as you do. I took you for a gentleman. Let me hear you give her that title again, you shall hear her true one, that the world fits her with, from me.' The time was near the half-hour bell before dinner, the situation between them that of the fall of the breath to fetch words electrical. She left it to him to begin the fight, and was not sorry that she had pricked him for it. A footman entered the room, bearer of a missive for Mr. Weyburn. Lord Ormont's groom had brought it from London. |
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