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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... asking a most dreadful conspirator to dinner , a man who had blown up ever so many people , and always wore a ... asked him about the coat of mail , he only laughed , and said it was far too cold to wear in England . Ah , here is ...
... immense curiosity to have his own hand read , and feeling somewhat shy about putting himself forward , crossed over the room to where Lady Windermere was sitting , and , with a charming blush , asked her if she thought Mr. Podgers.
Oscar Wilde. charming blush , asked her if she thought Mr. Podgers would mind . ' Of course , he won't mind , ' said Lady Windermere , ' that is what he is here for . All my lions , Lord Arthur , are performing lions , and jump through ...
... asked me to bring it to her,' said Mr. Podgers finally. 'Ah, I see it on the sofa! Good evening.' 'Mr. Podgers, I must insist on your giving me a straightforward answer to a question I am going to put to you.' 'Another time, Lord Arthur ...
... asked to do, but it soon passed away. His heart told him that it was not a sin, but a sacrifice; his reason reminded him that there was no other course open. He had to choose between living for himself and living for others, and ...
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