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Page 133
Mr . Grant did not at once reply ; but after a while , with his eyes turned
thoughtfully on the turf , he said slowly , “ Making due allowance for accidents
and circumstances , I don ' t think my estimate of Perdita was a mistaken one . ” “
Accept my ...
Mr . Grant did not at once reply ; but after a while , with his eyes turned
thoughtfully on the turf , he said slowly , “ Making due allowance for accidents
and circumstances , I don ' t think my estimate of Perdita was a mistaken one . ” “
Accept my ...
Page 134
The wrong that was done can ' t be mended now ; you can ' t mend it , nor can I ; I
would if I could , in a moment . Time has arranged things after its own fashion . I
did whatever I could for the wife and child , didn ' t I ? I stuck to Perdita till she got
...
The wrong that was done can ' t be mended now ; you can ' t mend it , nor can I ; I
would if I could , in a moment . Time has arranged things after its own fashion . I
did whatever I could for the wife and child , didn ' t I ? I stuck to Perdita till she got
...
Page 139
Perdita happened to be in a delightful humour . She had , indeed , a singularly
even and cheerful temper , the result of an habitually good digestion , and of a
general sense of the adequacy of her means to her ends . Yet she too had her ...
Perdita happened to be in a delightful humour . She had , indeed , a singularly
even and cheerful temper , the result of an habitually good digestion , and of a
general sense of the adequacy of her means to her ends . Yet she too had her ...
Page 140
Then he burst out : “ It ' s you I feel about , Perdita ! and I don ' t care who knows it
! I ' ve met lots of women in my life , and . . . all that sort of thing : but I never met a
woman like you , and there isn ' t such another in the whole world : and if you ...
Then he burst out : “ It ' s you I feel about , Perdita ! and I don ' t care who knows it
! I ' ve met lots of women in my life , and . . . all that sort of thing : but I never met a
woman like you , and there isn ' t such another in the whole world : and if you ...
Page 141
Upon my soul , Perdita , I never was further from trifling in my life , " said the
unhappy Thomas , quaking at he knew not what , while tears filled his eyes . “ I
mean an honest thing , and I mean it with all my heatt . I can ' t think what you ' re
so ...
Upon my soul , Perdita , I never was further from trifling in my life , " said the
unhappy Thomas , quaking at he knew not what , while tears filled his eyes . “ I
mean an honest thing , and I mean it with all my heatt . I can ' t think what you ' re
so ...
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