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...is more, the beautiful creature can talk.’ He wondered, for she was young, new to society. Subsequently he is rather ashamed of his wonderment, and ac... ...he strings of sensualism,’ to the delight of a world gaping for marvels of musical execution rather than for music. For our world is all but a sensati... ... on the spin when he said, ‘Who is she?’ Sir Lukin did not know. ‘She ‘s a new bird; she nodded to my wife; I’ll ask.’ He manoeuvred a few steps cleve... ...as in the first conception of the edifice, backs were damp, boots liquidly musical, the pipe of consolation smoked with difficulty, with much pulling ... ...r happiness at the kiss of parting. That melancholy note at the top of the wave to human hearts conscious of its en- forced decline was repeated by th... ...appetites. The old dog-world took signal from it. The one-legged devil-god waved his wooden hoof, and the creatures in view, the hunt was uproarious. ... ...e worked for my bread. I had thoughts of America. I fancy I can write; and Americans, one hears, are gentle to women.’ ‘Ah, Tony! there’s the looking ... ...y Diana, little though she concentered her attention on any figures of the groups. She had the woman’s 120 Diana of the Crossways faculty (transientl... ... inducement she had received to embark her money in this Company: a South- American mine, collapsed almost within hearing of the trum- pets of prospec...

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Excerpt: Lord Ormont and His Aminta by George Meredith.

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...the younger fellows, without knowing what affected them, were moved by the new picture of a girl, as if it had been a frontispiece of a romantic story... ...rshy ground, where a couple of flat and shelving banks, formed for a broad new road, good for ten abreast—counting a step of the slopes—ran transverse... ...rn: Mr. Arthur Abner’s rec- ommendation,” he added hurriedly, with a light wave of his hand and a murmur, that might be the lady’s title; continu- ing... ...eate,’ her aunt would say, and she was thankful. Her heart rose on a quiet wave of the thanks, and pitched down to a depth of uncounted fathoms. Amint... ...he work, doesn’t dispirit. Otherwise, one may say that an African or South American traveller has a more exciting time. I shall manage to keep my head... ... be stubborn to resist a softness. Now she cared no more for the hackneyed musical word; friendship was her desire. If it is not life’s poetry, it is ... ... old housewives in doorways, gaffer goodman meeting his crony on the path, groups of boys and girls. She would take the girls, Matthew Weyburn the boy... ... 250 Lord Ormont and His Aminta ‘You may be feeling tired presently.’ The musical sincerity of her ‘Oh no, not I!’ sped through his limbs; he had a w... ...is boys: English, French, Germans, Italians, a Spaniard in my time—a South American I have sent him— two from Boston, Massachusetts—and clever!—all em...

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Excerpt: One of Our Conquerors by George Meredith.

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... ‘There you’re wrong; nor wouldn’t be.’ ‘What’s that?’ was the gentleman’s musical inquiry. ‘That’s flat, as you was half a minute ago,’ the man re- j... ... the infinitely little while threading his way to a haberdasher’s shop for new white waistcoats. Under the shadow of the rep- resentative statue of Ci... ...,’ exclaimed Mr. Radnor. ‘He informed me that Mrs. Burman has heard of the new mansion.’ ‘My place at Lakelands?’ Mr. Radnor’s clear-water eyes harden... ...n the voluptuous indolence of a man drawn along by Nereids over sunny sea- waves to behold the birth of the Foam-Goddess? ‘ According to Carling, her ... ...most, or most commercially, succoured and fattened by our rule there: they wave adieu to the conquering Islanders, as to ‘Parsees beneath a cloud.’ Th... ...as to meet the friends with whom her feelings were at home, among whom her musical gifts gave her station: they liked her for herself; they helped her... ... He thanked heaven to his wife often, that he had nothing to do with North American or South American mines and pastures or with South Africa and, gol... ...and in- structed Germans not deviously march; whom acute and ad- venturous Americans, with half a cock of the eye in passing, compassionately outstrip... ...g may have helped; he had it from Fenellan; and he was among the principal groups, claiming or making acquaintances, as a lawyer should do. The Concer...

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...p of cinnamon-wood upon a sea that rolled mighty, but smooth immense broad waves, and tore thing from thing without a sound or a hurt. 14 The Adventu... ...ocured food for me; I have an idea of feeling a damp forehead and drinking new milk, and by- and-by hearing a roar of voices or vehicles, and seeing a... ...d gone, King Lear (or else my memory deceives me) punned, and Lady Macbeth waved a handkerchief for it to be steeped in the blood of the deer; Shylock... ...distractions, or I should have asked her whether my amazing and delightful new home had ever shown symptoms of vanishing; it appeared to me, judging f... ...apid, never high or low, and then a slide of similar tones all round, —not musical, but catching and incessant,— gave me an idea that I had fallen upo... ... lovely view,’ said I. ‘Lovely view,’ she repeated. She ran on in the most musical tongue, to my thinking, ever heard: ‘ And see my little pensioners’... ...ys, and others, all bending to roses, to admire, smell, or pluck. Charming groups of ladies were here and there; and T emple whispered as we passed th... ... disen- gage his right hand for the purpose of waving it toward one of the groups. I seized it, saying heartily, ‘Grandfather, upon my honour, I love ... ... soit peu philosophe, a ce qu’on dit; a traveller. They say he has a South American complexion. I knew him a boy; and his passion is to put together w...

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Excerpt: The Tale of Chloe, An Episode in the History of Beau Beamish by George Meredith.

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...THE TALE OF CHLOE AN EPISODE IN THE HISTORY OF BEAU BEAMISH By George Meredith A Penn State Electronic Classics Series Publication The Tale of C... ...e most innocent of angels. Hitherto we have lived …. T o her it has been a new world. But she is beginning to find it a narrow one. No, no, she is not... ...heir native cacophony. But they love it, as they love bacon and beans. The musical taste of our people is in the stage of the primitive appetite for n... ...ation and a countenance to the people, combined with the excitement of the new scenes and the marching music to banish the acuter sense of disappoint-... ...the treasure-laden Spanish galleon for whom, on her voyage home from South American waters, our enter- prising light-craft privateers lay in wait, she... ...t. In the afternoon, on the parade, they were joined by Mr. Camwell, among groups of fashionable ladies and their es- corts, pacing serenely, by medic... ...u rob no one,’ she said, in a voice that curled through him deliciously by wavering; but I think I may blush at recollections, and I would rather have... ... illuminations of the Colonel’s proceedings were a pasture to the rearward groups, composed of two very grand ladies, 54 The Tale of Chloe Caseldy, M... ...and without a picture. Her con- templation of it, contrasted with the life waved to her view by the timepiece, set her whole system rageing; she burne...

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...o wins a game by playing it without an adversary. Mr. Adister had sprung a new sense in him on the subject of the renunciation of the religion. No tho... ...y assured him that the description of the prince’s lineaments would not be new. It was, as he was aware, derived from a miniature of her husband, tran... ...r. Any- thing that concerns his brother moves him; it is like a touch on a musical instrument. Perhaps I should say a native one.’ ‘Concerns his broth... ...ides of our blood to render the no- blest of us guilty of some unconscious wavering of our loy- 43 George Meredith alty), Patrick dedicated the full-... ...u, sir, for to-morrow I must be off to my brother.’ ‘Take it,’ Mr. Adister waved his hand hastily. He gazed at his idol of untouched eighteen. ‘Keep i... ...acific Islands, but they will soon be snapped up by the European and North American Govern- ments, and a single one of them does not offer space. It w... ...time.’ ‘I have been in America.’ ‘We are not exactly on the pattern of the Americans.’ Philip hinted a bow. He praised the Republican people. ‘Yes, bu... ...ye to-night. Irish or French. Irish are popular. They don’t mind having us musically. And if we’d go on joking to the end we should content them, if o... ...ed to let it be obscured by the paunch of Bull. We have, however, isolated groups, individuals in all classes, by no means delighting in his represent...

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...r Jacko, and comfort him till I come back.’ Jacko was a middle-sized South American monkey, and had been a pet of her husband’s. He was supposed to be... ...g children, and wrote frequently; but of course they had to consider their new position, and their husbands, and their husbands’ families, and the wor... ...riet—’ Mr. Andrew hesitated, and branched off: ‘You ‘ve heard we ‘ve got a new baby?’ Evan congratulated him; but another inquiry was in Mr. Andrew’s ... ...rs, as he inquired: ‘What’s the trade? he don’t say.’ Andrew added, with a wave of the hand: ‘Out of a sort of feeling for his sisters—I like him for ... ...se to guarantee his sin- cerity with an offer of pledgemoney. The waggoner waved it aside. He wanted no money, he said. ‘Look heer,’ he went on; ‘if y... ...ey Court. The Countess smiled, and in the few paces that separated the two groups, whispered to her brother: ‘Miss Jocelyn, my dear.’ The eye-glasses ... ...it for any other.’ ‘What do you mean?’ said Evan, thinking more of the un- musical laugh than of the words. He received no explanation, and the irksom... ... on a hump in the middle of the mound which defied the dance. Watteau-like groups were already couched in the shade. There were ladies of all sorts: t... ...ally dragged in her wake. ‘ Another dowager and fogy!’ cried the Countess, musically. ‘Do you not dance, my child?’ ‘Not till the music strikes up,’ r...