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Sandra Belloni - Book 1 - Chapter 4. Emilia's First Trial In Public Sandra Belloni - Book 1 - Chapter 4. Emilia's First Trial In Public

Sandra Belloni - Book 1 - Chapter 4. Emilia's First Trial In Public
BOOK I CHAPTER IV. EMILIA'S FIRST TRIAL IN PUBLICThe circle which the ladies of Brookfield were designing to establish just now, was of this receipt:--Celebrities, London residents, and County notables, all in their severally due proportions, were to meet, mix, and revolve: the Celebrities to shine; the Metropolitans to act as satellites; the County ignoramuses to feel flattered in knowing that all stood forth for their amusement: they being the butts of the quick-witted Metropolitans, whom they despised, while the sons of renown were encouraged to be conscious of their magnanimous superiority over both sets, for whose entertainment they were ticketed.... Long Stories - Post by : Nice81 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Meredith - Read : 3173

Sandra Belloni - Book 1 - Chapter 3. Wilfrid's Diplomacy Sandra Belloni - Book 1 - Chapter 3. Wilfrid's Diplomacy

Sandra Belloni - Book 1 - Chapter 3. Wilfrid's Diplomacy
BOOK I CHAPTER III. WILFRID'S DIPLOMACYThe next morning there were many "tra-las" and "tum-te-turns" over the family breakfast-table; a constant humming and crying, "I have it"; and after two or three bars, baffled pauses and confusion of mind. Mr. Pericles was almost abusive at the impotent efforts of the sisters to revive in his memory that particular delicious melody, the composition of the fair singer herself. At last he grew so impatient as to arrest their opening notes, and even to interrupt their unmusical consultations, with "No: it is no use; it is no use: no, no, I say!" But instantly... Long Stories - Post by : Nice81 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Meredith - Read : 2586

Sandra Belloni - Book 1 - Chapter 2. The Expedition By Moonlight Sandra Belloni - Book 1 - Chapter 2. The Expedition By Moonlight

Sandra Belloni - Book 1 - Chapter 2. The Expedition By Moonlight
BOOK I CHAPTER II. THE EXPEDITION BY MOONLIGHTHalf of a rosy mounting full moon was on the verge of the East as the ladies, with attendant cavaliers, passed, humming softly, through the garden-gates. Arabella had, by right of birth, made claim to Mr. Pericles: not without an unwontedly fretful remonstrance from Cornelia, who said, "My dear, you must allow that I have some talent for drawing men out." And Arabella replied: "Certainly, dear, you have; and I think I have some too." The gentle altercation lasted half-an-hour, but they got no farther than this. Mr. Pericles was either hopeless of protecting... Long Stories - Post by : Nice81 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Meredith - Read : 1977

Sandra Belloni - Book 1 - Chapter 1. The Poles Prelude Sandra Belloni - Book 1 - Chapter 1. The Poles Prelude

Sandra Belloni - Book 1 - Chapter 1. The Poles Prelude
BOOK I CHAPTER I. THE POLES PRELUDEWe are to make acquaintance with some serious damsels, as this English generation knows them, and at a season verging upon May. The ladies of Brookfield, Arabella, Cornelia, and Adela Pole, daughters of a flourishing City-of-London merchant, had been told of a singular thing: that in the neighbouring fir-wood a voice was to be heard by night, so wonderfully sweet and richly toned, that it required their strong sense to correct strange imaginings concerning it. Adela was herself the chief witness to its unearthly sweetness, and her testimony was confirmed by Edward Buxley, whose ear... Long Stories - Post by : Nice81 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Meredith - Read : 2549

Rhoda Fleming - Book 5 - Chapter 48 Rhoda Fleming - Book 5 - Chapter 48

Rhoda Fleming - Book 5 - Chapter 48
BOOK V CHAPTER XLVIIIMajor Waring came to Wrexby Hall at the close of the October month. He came to plead his own cause with Mrs. Lovell; but she stopped him by telling him that his friend Robert was in some danger of losing his love. "She is a woman, Percy; I anticipate your observation. But, more than that, she believes she is obliged to give her hand to my cousin, the squire. It's an intricate story relating to money. She does not care for Algy a bit, which is not a matter that greatly influences him. He has served her in... Long Stories - Post by : Amaranta720 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Meredith - Read : 2233

Rhoda Fleming - Book 5 - Chapter 44 Rhoda Fleming - Book 5 - Chapter 44

Rhoda Fleming - Book 5 - Chapter 44
BOOK V CHAPTER XLIVShe watched her father as he went across the field and into the lane. Her breathing was suppressed till he appeared in view at different points, more and more distant, and then she sighed heavily, stopped her breathing, and hoped her unshaped hope again. The last time he was in sight, she found herself calling to him with a voice like that of a burdened sleeper: her thought being, "How can you act so cruelly to Robert!" He passed up Wrexby Heath, and over the black burnt patch where the fire had caught the furzes on a dry... Long Stories - Post by : Amaranta720 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Meredith - Read : 2628

Rhoda Fleming - Book 5 - Chapter 43 Rhoda Fleming - Book 5 - Chapter 43

Rhoda Fleming - Book 5 - Chapter 43
BOOK V CHAPTER XLIIIAnthony had robbed the Bank. The young squire was aware of the fact, and had offered to interpose for him, and to make good the money to the Bank, upon one condition. So much, Rhoda had gathered from her uncle's babbling interjections throughout the day. The farmer knew only of the young squire's proposal, which had been made direct to him; and he had left it to Robert to state the case to Rhoda, and plead for himself. She believed fully, when she came downstairs into the room where Robert was awaiting her, that she had but to... Long Stories - Post by : Amaranta720 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Meredith - Read : 1139

Rhoda Fleming - Book 5 - Chapter 42 Rhoda Fleming - Book 5 - Chapter 42

Rhoda Fleming - Book 5 - Chapter 42
BOOK V CHAPTER XLIIThree days passed quietly at the Farm, and each morning Dahlia came down to breakfast, and sat with the family at their meals; pale, with the mournful rim about her eyelids, but a patient figure. No questions were asked. The house was guarded from visitors, and on the surface the home was peaceful. On the Wednesday Squire Blancove was buried, when Master Gammon, who seldom claimed a holiday or specified an enjoyment of which he would desire to partake, asked leave to be spared for a couple of hours, that he might attend the ceremonious interment of one... Long Stories - Post by : Amaranta720 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Meredith - Read : 2815

Rhoda Fleming - Book 5 - Chapter 41 Rhoda Fleming - Book 5 - Chapter 41

Rhoda Fleming - Book 5 - Chapter 41
BOOK V CHAPTER XLIOn the Monday evening, Master Gammon was at the station with the cart. Robert and Rhoda were a train later, but the old man seemed to be unaware of any delay, and mildly staring, received their apologies, and nodded. They asked him more than once whether all was well at the Farm; to which he replied that all was quite well, and that he was never otherwise. About half-an-hour after, on the road, a gradual dumb chuckle overcame his lower features. He flicked the horse dubitatively, and turned his head, first to Robert, next to Rhoda; and then... Long Stories - Post by : Amaranta720 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Meredith - Read : 2727

Rhoda Fleming - Book 5 - Chapter 40 Rhoda Fleming - Book 5 - Chapter 40

Rhoda Fleming - Book 5 - Chapter 40
BOOK V CHAPTER XLSo long as we do not know that we are performing any remarkable feat, we may walk upon the narrowest of planks between precipices with perfect security; but when we suffer our minds to eye the chasm underneath, we begin to be in danger, and we are in very great fear of losing our equal balance the moment we admit the insidious reflection that other men, placed as we are, would probably topple headlong over. Anthony Hackbut, of Boyne's Bank, had been giving himself up latterly to this fatal comparison. The hour when gold was entrusted to his... Long Stories - Post by : Amaranta720 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Meredith - Read : 3313

Rhoda Fleming - Book 5 - Chapter 39 Rhoda Fleming - Book 5 - Chapter 39

Rhoda Fleming - Book 5 - Chapter 39
BOOK V CHAPTER XXXIXLate into the afternoon, Farmer Fleming was occupying a chair in Robert's lodgings he had sat since the hour of twelve, without a movement of his limbs or of his mind, and alone. He showed no sign that he expected the approach of any one. As mute and unremonstrant as a fallen tree, nearly as insensible, his eyes half closed, and his hands lying open, the great figure of the old man kept this attitude as of stiff decay through long sunny hours, and the noise of the London suburb. Although the wedding people were strangely late,... Long Stories - Post by : Amaranta720 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Meredith - Read : 3505

Rhoda Fleming - Book 4 - Chapter 38 Rhoda Fleming - Book 4 - Chapter 38

Rhoda Fleming - Book 4 - Chapter 38
BOOK IV CHAPTER XXXVIIIThis neighbourhood was unknown to Edward, and, after plunging about in one direction and another, he found that he had missed his way. Down innumerable dusky streets of dwarfed houses, showing soiled silent window-blinds, he hurried and chafed; at one moment in sharp joy that he had got a resolution, and the next dismayed by the singular petty impediments which were tripping him. "My dearest!" his heart cried to Dahlia, "did I wrong you so? I will make all well. It was the work of a fiend." Now he turned to right, now to left, and the minutes... Long Stories - Post by : Amaranta720 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Meredith - Read : 1881

Rhoda Fleming - Book 4 - Chapter 34 Rhoda Fleming - Book 4 - Chapter 34

Rhoda Fleming - Book 4 - Chapter 34
BOOK IV CHAPTER XXXIVIn the shadowy library light, when there was dawn out of doors, Edward sat with his father, and both were silent, for Edward had opened his heart, and his father had breathed some of the dry stock of wisdom on it. Many times Edward rose to go; and Sir William signalled with his finger that he should stay: an impassive motion, not succeeded by speech. And, in truth, the baronet was revolving such a problem as a long career of profitable banking refreshed by classical exercitations does not help us to solve. There sat the son of his... Long Stories - Post by : Amaranta720 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Meredith - Read : 1741

Rhoda Fleming - Book 4 - Chapter 33 Rhoda Fleming - Book 4 - Chapter 33

Rhoda Fleming - Book 4 - Chapter 33
BOOK IV CHAPTER XXXIIIOnce more Farmer Fleming and Rhoda prepared for their melancholy journey up to London. A light cart was at the gateway, near which Robert stood with the farmer, who, in his stiff brown overcoat, that reached to his ankles, and broad country-hat, kept his posture of dumb expectation like a stalled ox, and nodded to Robert's remarks on the care which the garden had been receiving latterly, the many roses clean in bud, and the trim blue and white and red garden beds. Every word was a blow to him; but he took it, as well as Rhoda's... Long Stories - Post by : Amaranta720 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Meredith - Read : 1324

Rhoda Fleming - Book 4 - Chapter 32 Rhoda Fleming - Book 4 - Chapter 32

Rhoda Fleming - Book 4 - Chapter 32
BOOK IV CHAPTER XXXIISquire Blancove, having business in town, called on his brother at the Bank, asking whether Sir William was at home, with sarcastic emphasis on the title, which smelt to him of commerce. Sir William invited him to dine and sleep at his house that night. "You will meet Mrs. Lovell, and a Major Waring, a friend of hers, who knew her and her husband in India," said the baronet. "The deuce I shall," said the squire, and accepted maliciously. Where the squire dined, he drank, defying ladies and the new-fangled subserviency to those flustering teabodies. This was understood;... Long Stories - Post by : Amaranta720 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Meredith - Read : 2086

Rhoda Fleming - Book 4 - Chapter 31 Rhoda Fleming - Book 4 - Chapter 31

Rhoda Fleming - Book 4 - Chapter 31
BOOK IV CHAPTER XXXIThe thousand pounds were in Algernon's hands at last. He had made his escape from Boyne's Bank early in the afternoon, that he might obtain the cheque and feel the money in his pocket before that day's sun was extinguished. There was a note for five hundred; four notes for a hundred severally; and two fifties. And all had come to him through the mere writing down of his name as a recipient of the sum! It was enough to make one in love with civilization. Money, when it is once in your pocket, seems to have come... Long Stories - Post by : Amaranta720 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Meredith - Read : 1496

Rhoda Fleming - Book 4 - Chapter 30 Rhoda Fleming - Book 4 - Chapter 30

Rhoda Fleming - Book 4 - Chapter 30
BOOK IV CHAPTER XXXThose two in the open carriage, one of whom had called out Sedgett's name, were Robert and Major Waring. When the cab had flown by, they fell back into their seats, and smoked; the original stipulation for the day having been that no harassing matter should be spoken of till nightfall. True to this, Robert tried to think hard on the scene of his recent enjoyment. Horses were to him what music is to a poet, and the glory of the Races he had witnessed was still quick in heart, and partly counteracted his astonishment at the sight... Long Stories - Post by : Amaranta720 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Meredith - Read : 1406

Rhoda Fleming - Book 3 - Chapter 29 Rhoda Fleming - Book 3 - Chapter 29

Rhoda Fleming - Book 3 - Chapter 29
BOOK III CHAPTER XXIXSo long as the fool has his being in the world, he will be a part of every history, nor can I keep him from his place in a narrative that is made to revolve more or less upon its own wheels. Algernon went to bed, completely forgetting Edward and his own misfortunes, under the influence of the opiate of the order for one thousand pounds, to be delivered to him upon application. The morning found him calmly cheerful, until a little parcel was brought to his door, together with a note from Mrs. Lovell, explaining that the... Long Stories - Post by : Amaranta720 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Meredith - Read : 1158

Rhoda Fleming - Book 3 - Chapter 28 Rhoda Fleming - Book 3 - Chapter 28

Rhoda Fleming - Book 3 - Chapter 28
BOOK III CHAPTER XXVIIIAccompanying this pleasant, pregnant bit of paper, possessed of such admirable literary excellence, were the following flimsy lines from Edward's self, to Algernon incomprehensible. As there is a man to be seen behind these lines in the dull unconscious process of transformation from something very like a villain to something by a few degrees more estimable, we may as well look at the letter in full. It begins with a neat display of consideration for the person addressed, common to letters that are dictated by overpowering egoism:-- "Dear Algy,--I hope you are working and attending regularly to office... Long Stories - Post by : Amaranta720 - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Meredith - Read : 1001

Rhoda Fleming - Book 3 - Chapter 24 Rhoda Fleming - Book 3 - Chapter 24

Rhoda Fleming - Book 3 - Chapter 24
BOOK III CHAPTER XXIVWhen the sun takes to shining in winter, and the Southwest to blowing, the corners of the earth cannot hide from him--the mornings are like halls full of light. Robert had spent his hopes upon a wet day that would have kept the congregation sparse and the guests at Fairly absent from public devotions. He perceived at once that he was doomed to be under everybody's eyes when he walked down the aisle, for everybody would attend the service on such a morning as this. Already he had met his conscience, in so far as that he shunned... Long Stories - Post by : swatsweb - Date : May 2012 - Author : George Meredith - Read : 1352