Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works

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ourtier passed by dubiously. His feelings in the presence of those towers were always a little mixed. There was not so much of the poet in him as to cause him to see nothing

ly been taken furnished, for there were visible marks of a recent struggle with an Edwardian taste which, flushed from triumph over Victorianism, had filled the rooms with early Georgian

pioning pity of a man of warm heart watching a woman in distress, but the impatience of one, who, though temp

t, invincible lost cause of Liberty. But presently the river; bringing up in flood the unbound water that had bathed every shore, touched all sands, and seen the rising and fallin

bove his closed eyes, wore an expression of cheery defiance even in sleep; and perhaps no face in all London was so utterly its obverse, as that of this dark, soft-haired w

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was sore. She had not spoken of herself at all, but had talked nearly all the time of Barbara, praising her beauty and high spirit; growing pale once or twice, and evidently d

ng clothes and set out to attend the last gathering of the season at Valleys Hous

ever; so that he passed him by sardonically, and manoeuvred his way towards Lady Valleys, whom he could perceive stationed, like a general, in a little cleared space, where to and fro flowed constant streams of people, like the rays of a star. She was looking her very best, going well with great and highly-polished spaces; and she greeted Courtier with a special cordiality of tone, which had in it, besides kindness towards o

s to one so far removed from all the fetishes and shibboleths of Westminster. He heard them discussing Miltoun's speech, the real significance of which apparently had only just been grasped. The words 'doctrinaire,' 'ext

e sake of seeing her! What business had he to be hankering after this girl at all, knowing in his heart that he could not stand the atmosphere she lived in for a week

nd him said:

and there w

something serious: Will you c

eorgian Caradocs, and could as it were shut out the

; I don't know what to do for

ad a gleam of faith in them, like a child's eyes; as if she relied on him to straighten out this tangle, to tell her n

t that's no good, unless-" Not knowing h

re Miltoun,"

so close to him. This flash of rebellion in her had quickened all his blood. Bu

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possible for yo

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ally going

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o, not yet!" and turnin

d motionless, consulting the grave st

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inting,

some young Colossus, his animus against one whom he could, as it were, smell out to be always fighting on the winning side; all his consciousness too of what a lost cause his own was, his doubt whether he wer

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re pleased

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which might be expe

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please choose a place where I can reply

th as he made his way

d Courtier so bitterly wanted the sky's consolation-the blessed sense of insignificance in the face of the night's dar