Baccarat: A Novel

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W. Heinemann, 1904 - 236 pages
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Page vi - Neither Minerva nor the learned muse, Nor rules of art, nor precepts of the wise, Could in my brain those beams of skill infuse, As but the glance of this dame's angry eyes. She within lists my ranging mind hath brought, That now beyond myself I...
Page 88 - We will defer our chat, n'est-ce pas f " he asked presently, when the band left off playing when the esplanade began to empty, when it was evident that Cabourg was about to lunch. Now his eyes were seeking hers, and the slow colour mounted painfully into her cheeks. "There are things we must say to each other, is it not so ? I am at Madame's command, completely, absolutely. Paris, Ostend, it is not too late for Spa. But it is to-morrow the man arrives, to-day we must talk.
Page 87 - He spoke to her easily enough about the weather, he told her of the tire in the Casino at Trouville last night, he related the latest revelation in the Humbert case ; only his eyes spoke of different matters. His eyes were hateful ; it seemed she still saw the red in them. Presently, notwithstanding she was seated by his side, feeling numbed, very cold, although the day was so warm, and answering him mechanically, talking a little, eventually, in the same vein. " We will defer our chat, n'est-ce...
Page 4 - Southampton, with a garden at the back, and a garden in front, and a rental of 60 a year. It was true John had had to get the furniture on the hire system. But within three years it was all his own ! The iron bedsteads and the Brussels carpets, the walnut suite in the dining-room, and the ebonised and gilt in the drawing-room, it all belonged to him, to him and Julie, within those three years. He was not satisfied until he was free from debt ; it...
Page 137 - And both hands were outstretched to him, who had no good news to give her; only sympathy, and that even in words stiff and difficult. The days that followed he remembered. So little she had seen of her father, how could she grieve? But without John Courtney, what was before her but grief, and lonely days? With all her grace and sweetness, with all her youth and piquancy, the cheeks' soft curve and flush, the escaping curl and dimplement, there was none but he to love or cherish her. When he first...
Page 227 - He had had to keep his hands free, the whqle three of them hanging round his neck, like jewels on a chain. He was glad to find his feet on the ladder, he was gladder still when the gravel crunched beneath his feet, and he could swing them lightly down one after the other. "Lucky it's a warm night,
Page 14 - I we must, we must ; it would be too bad, it is impossible, I cannot bear it." " Tush ; don't cry out before you are hurt ; I never said you were not to go," he said abruptly. She followed him upstairs, hung about him whilst he changed his clothes, and was full of endearments and fondlings. These never palled upon him ; John was provincial and stiff, andundemonstrative,and Julie was everything that was different.
Page 211 - He did not realise that the name of his slow sullen rage was jealousy, or that at the back of it was his fresh springing love for her, that had ebbed, but that now flowed overwhelmingly. If it were dammed suddenly by this attack of jealousy, there was danger in the sudden damming. No one could say in what direction this pent-up feeling of his might find its vent.
Page 229 - Allez-vous en ! I hate you, I hate you ! I am going myself ; I am going to fetch it. John, leave me go." She struggled against him, but he held her, grasped her beating hands, and tried to quiet her frenzy against his breast. "Julie, my dear, look for yourself, it's impossible. You have the others, see, you are frightening G6nie, Jack is looking at you.
Page 134 - Petite, still in her convent, would tell of her hopes that the religious life would be her happy lot, that the Sisters would keep her always with them. It did not seem sad to the old gambler's wife that all the young days, and the full days, of her little one should be passed in the quiet of conventual walls ; it seemed the happiest, the only happy, way.

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