Eleanor by Mrs. Humphry Ward
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page 79 of 565 (13%)
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Mrs. Burgoyne hesitated. 'Yes--I saw there was something about the style--' 'The style!'--Mr. Bellasis threw himself back in his chair and laughed loud--'Why the style is done with a magnifying-glass!--There's not a phrase,--not a word that I don't stand by.' 'Mr. Bellasis'--said the courteous voice of the ambassador--'are you going by this train?' The great man held out his watch. 'Yes indeed--and I must catch it!' cried the man of letters. He started to his feet, and bending over Mrs. Burgoyne, he said in an aside perfectly audible to all the world--'I read my new play to-night--just finished--at Madame Salvi's!' Eleanor smiled and congratulated him. He took his leave, and Manisty in an embarrassed silence accompanied him half way down the avenue. Then returning, he threw himself into a chair near Lucy Foster and young Brooklyn, with a sigh of relief. 'Intolerable ass!'--he said under his breath, as though quite unconscious of any bystander. The young man looked at Lucy with eyes that danced. |
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