The gambler,: A novel,
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1906 edition. Excerpt: ... give you an unbiassed opinion. As it is, I have been wasting your time unpardonably. Barnard, do you think Mrs. Milbanke will excuse you for ten minutes?" Barnard rose slowly. "Do n...
MoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1906 edition. Excerpt: ... give you an unbiassed opinion. As it is, I have been wasting your time unpardonably. Barnard, do you think Mrs. Milbanke will excuse you for ten minutes?" Barnard rose slowly. "Do not put me to the pain of saying 'yes,' " he exclaimed. "Let me imagine that I am tearing myself away against Mrs. Milbanke's express desire. Au revoir, Mrs. Milbanke! Au revoir, James!" He nodded, and sauntered off in the direction of the hotel door. A moment later Gore shook hands silently with Clodagh and her husband, and moved away in the same direction. As he disappeared into the hotel, Milbanke folded his newspaper with interested haste. "What a well-mannered young man!" he said. "Who is he? What is his name?" Clodagh was sitting very still, her hands clasped in her lap, her eyes fixed upon some distant object. "Gore," she said shortly--" Gore. Sir Walter Gore." "Gore!" Milbanke repeated the name as though it pleased him. "A fine young fellow! Very unlike the majority of young men of the present day." Clodagh said nothing. "Don't you agree with me, my dear?" As if by an effort, she recalled her wandering gaze, turned her head slowly, and looked at her husband. "He--he certainly seems unlike other people," she admitted in a low voice. After this rejoinder there was silence. Clodagh, her brows drawn together in a perplexed frown, relapsed into her former absorbed contemplation; while Milbanke, having changed his position once or twice, shook out the sheets of his newspaper and buried himself in the lengthy report of a scientific meeting. But scarcely had he reached the end of his first paragraph, than a large shadow fell across the page, and, looking up quickly,...
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