Lord Arthur Savile's Crime by Oscar Wilde
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Suddenly Mr. Podgers dropped Lord Arthur's right hand, and seized
hold of his left, bending down so low to examine it that the gold rims of his spectacles seemed almost to touch the palm. For a moment his face became a white mask of horror, but he soon recovered his sang-froid, and looking up at Lady Windermere, said with a forced smile, 'It is the hand of a charming young man. 'Of course it is!' answered Lady Windermere, 'but will he be a charming husband? That is what I want to know.' 'All charming young men are,' said Mr. Podgers. 'I don't think a husband should be too fascinating,' murmured Lady Jedburgh pensively, 'it is so dangerous.' 'My dear child, they never are too fascinating,' cried Lady Windermere. 'But what I want are details. Details are the only things that interest. What is going to happen to Lord Arthur?' 'Well, within the next few months Lord Arthur will go a voyage--' 'Oh yes, his honeymoon, of course!' 'And lose a relative.' 'Not his sister, I hope?' said Lady Jedburgh, in a piteous tone of voice. 'Certainly not his sister,' answered Mr. Podgers, with a deprecating wave of the hand, 'a distant relative merely.' |
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