Lord Ormont and His Aminta — Volume 4 by George Meredith
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She wound the strings of his heart suddenly tense, and they sang to their
quivering. 'You will let me hear of you, Mr. Weyburn?' 'I will write. Oh! certainly I will write, if I am told you are interested in our doings, Lady Ormont.' 'I will let you know that I am.' 'I shall be happy in writing full reports.' 'Every detail, I beg. All concerning the school. Help me to feel I am a boarder. I catch up an old sympathy I had for girls and boys. For boys! any boys! the dear monkey boys! cherub monkeys! They are so funny. I am sure I never have laughed as I did at Selina Collett's report, through her brother, of the way the boys tried to take to my name; and their sneezing at it, like a cat at a deceitful dish. "Aminta"--was that their way?' 'Something--the young rascals!' 'But please repeat it as you heard them.' '" Aminta."' He subdued the mouthing. 'It didn't, offend me at all. It is one of my amusements to think of it. But after a time they liked the name; and then how did they say it?' |
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