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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... hand , too . ' ' Your second wife's , ' said Mr. Podgers quietly , still keeping Sir Thomas's hand in his . ' Your second wife's . I shall be charmed ' ; but Lady Marvel , a melancholy - looking woman , with brown hair and sentimental ...
... hand read . Don't tell him that he is engaged to one of the most beautiful girls in London , because that appeared in the Morning Post a month ago . ' Dear Lady Windermere , ' cried the Marchioness of Jedburgh , ' do let Mr. Podgers ...
... hand he grew curiously pale, and said nothing. A shudder seemed to pass through him, and his great bushy eyebrows twitched convulsively, in an odd, irritating way they had when he was puzzled. Then some huge beads of perspiration broke ...
... hand of a charming young man . ' Of course it is ! ' answered Lady Windermere , ' but will he be a charming husband ? That is what I want to know . ' ' All charming young men are , ' said Mr. Podgers . ' I don't think a husband should ...
... all seemed! Could it be that written on his hand, in characters that he could not read himself, but that another could decipher, was some fearful secret of sin, some blood-red sign of crime? Was there no escape possible? Were.
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