Dariel: A Romance of SurreyBlackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
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Dariel: A Romance of Surrey
Blackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
Surrey (England) -- Fiction
"My brother George is in love with a lady," said Grace, who never saw
the way to miss the very worst of jokes, "who will want a lot of
practice before she can sit down. What on earth will he do with her when
he gives a dinner-party?" This was a thoroughly vulgar error, as I have
shown most distinctly above.
"Poor George, what a fool he is making of himself! But no brother of
yours could ever be a fool. Forgive me: for the moment I was forgetting
the great mental powers of your family, Miss Cranleigh."
"You need not call me that, unless you wish it. I mean at least--you
need not call me that, so often. After all that you have done for us, it
sounds so formal."
"Bless your kind heart! what have I ever done for you? But Grace is what
I should love to call you; Grace, Grace, and nothing else. Unless I
might add another word, beginning with a d----"
"All words beginning with a d are bad. But there can't be much harm in
Grace, that I know of. Only you shouldn't say it very often."
"Oh dear, no! Not more than every time I breathe. Very often is
superlative. And so are you. And therefore I am to say it, every time I
say you. So I will; am I not a worshipper of the Graces?"
"You must not say it, every time you say me. And I made a dreadful slip,
as you must perceive. I wasn't thinking for the moment. And surely you
would never dream of taking an advantage----"
"Now come all they that wish me evil; all they that against me have
imagined a vain thing----"
"What else are you doing yourself, if you please? If you would only
allow me one moment to explain----"
"In the name of the Lord will I destroy them."
"Oh, Mr. Jackson Stoneman!"
She looked at him in doubt of his ferocity, or sanity; and he, in high
spirits, clapped his heels on the floor and sprang up, and began to draw
nearer. "No tub will do for me. I must have a throne. I am the King of
the City, and of Surrey. Grace Cranleigh has proclaimed it."
"Truly you are in a great haste to crown yourself. She has never done
anything of the kind. But if to make an ell out of half an inch is
kingly----"
"If I did that, I will soon put it right. Let me make half an inch out
of the ell now."
"No, no! I insist upon your staying where you are. There is a little
door going out, between these two pans; and unless you are quite
sensible, you will see no more of me."
"How can I be quite sensible, when I see any? Oh, Grace, Grace, you
cannot conceive what a relief to me it is, to be able to utter your
name, with a joy, with a pride, with an ecstasy inconceivable!"
"Mr. Stoneman, you are upon the Stock Exchange, and a certified
dealer--is not that the proper term? Very well then; you don't deal with
any property, until you get it."
"Don't we, though? Oh, Grace, if we did not, where in the world would
our business be? But I don't want to talk shop now at all. I want to
talk something far outside of that."
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