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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... give me greater pleasure,' said Mr. Podgers, bowing, 'if the Duchess ever had been, but I am sorry to say that I see great permanence of affection, combined with a strong sense of duty.' 'Pray go on, Mr. Podgers,' said the Duchess ...
... give you a cheque for a hundred pounds.' The green eyes flashed for a moment, and then became dull again. 'Guineas?' said Mr. Podgers at last, in a low voice. 'Certainly. I will send you a cheque tomorrow. What is your club?' 'I have no ...
... give his life into her hands without terror of wrongdoing. This done, he could take her to his arms, knowing that she would never have to blush for him, never have to hang her head in shame. But done it must be first; and the sooner the ...
... give my love to Sybil, and thank you so much for the American medicine.' 'You won't forget to take it, Lady Clem, will you?' said Lord Arthur, rising from his seat. 'Of course I won't, you silly boy. I think it is most kind of you to ...
... give it to me! I know amethysts won't become me till I am over eighty.' It was the box that had held the aconitine. Lord Arthur started, and a faint blush came into his cheek. He had almost entirely forgotten what he had done, and it ...
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A HYLOIDEALISTIC ROMANCE | |
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