"After all, he is my father, Hoddy; and I cursed
him. Anna, do
you not see that the Countess is sitting alone?”
She rose, and flashed a quick smile upon Ennison behind her husband’s back. At Christmas he gave her a set of a small
edition of Meredith’s novels, very prettily bound in flexible leather, being guided
in the choice of an author, as he intimated, rather by her preferences than his
own. In
the upper hall he paused to listen. . This employment seemed to afford him the highest satisfaction; for a
diabolical grin—it cannot be called a smile—played upon his face all the time he
was engaged in it. “Not
like it’s your fault if you wake up one day and decide you
hanker for a nice piece of ass, a ten-minute tumble. "Will you write," asked the doctor, "and
tell me how you are getting along?"
"Oh, yes!"
"The last advice I can give you is this: excite his imagination; get him started
with his writing. I am afraid, Anna, just a little afraid, that in
Paris I and my friends here might seem a trifle advanced. In reply to this summons a horn was instantly blown at the corner of the street. “I had a dream in the night,”
she said.
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