Lord Arthur Savile's Crime谷月社, 30. 10. 2015 It was Lady Windermere’s last reception before Easter, and Bentinck House was even more crowded than usual. Six Cabinet Ministers had come on from the Speaker’s Levée in their stars and ribands, all the pretty women wore their smartest dresses, and at the end of the picture-gallery stood the Princess Sophia of Carlsrühe, a heavy Tartar-looking lady, with tiny black eyes and wonderful emeralds, talking bad French at the top of her voice, and laughing immoderately at everything that was said to her. It was certainly a wonderful medley of people. Gorgeous peeresses chatted affably to violent Radicals, popular preachers brushed coat-tails with eminent sceptics, a perfect bevy of bishops kept following a stout prima-donna from room to room, on the staircase stood several Royal Academicians, disguised as artists, and it was said that at one time the supper-room was absolutely crammed with geniuses. In fact, it was one of Lady Windermere’s best nights, and the Princess stayed till nearly half-past eleven. As soon as she had gone, Lady Windermere returned to the picture-gallery, where a celebrated political economist was solemnly explaining the scientific theory of music to an indignant virtuoso from Hungary, and began to talk to the Duchess of Paisley. She looked wonderfully beautiful with her grand ivory throat, her large blue forget-me-not eyes, and her heavy coils of golden hair....
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... a bit of gilt- edge pasteboard from his waistcoat pocket, Mr. Podgers handed it, with a low bow, to Lord Arthur, who read on it, Mr. SEPTIMUS R. PODGERS Professional Cheiromantist 103 α West Moon Street ' My hours are from.
Oscar Wilde. 103 α West Moon Street ' My hours are from ten to four , ' murmured Mr. Podgers mechanically , ' and I make a reduction for families . ' ' Be quick , ' cried Lord Arthur , looking very pale , and holding his hand out . Mr ...
... streets were full of it . It grinned at him from the roofs of the houses . First he came to the Park , whose sombre ... Street into narrow , shameful alleys . Two women with painted faces mocked at him as he went by . From a dark ...
... Street stood two men, reading a small bill upon a hoarding. An odd feeling of curiosity stirred him, and he crossed ... streets, and it was bright dawn.
... streets still silent, the houses still asleep. It gave him pleasure to watch them as they went by. Rude as they were, with their heavy, hob-nailed shoes, and their awkward gait, they brought a little of a ready with them. He felt that ...
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