aking strong marks to counteract the sense of tremulousness. He watched his father get up, and walk slowly round, good-naturedly dwelling on the pictures much longer than his amount of genuine taste for landscape would have prompted, till he stopped before a stand on which two pictures were placed — one much larger than the other, the smaller one in a leather case.
“Bless me! what have you here?” said Wakem, startled by a sudden transition from landscape to portrait. “I thought you’d left off figures. Who are these?”
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“Miss Tulliver. The small one is something like what she was when I was at school with her brother at King’s Lorton,Belstaff Nové Brad Bunda; the larger one is not quite so good a likeness of what she was when I came from abroad.”
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“Go on, sir! And you have corresponded with her all this while?”
“No. I never told her I loved her till just before we parted, and she promised her brother not to see me again or to correspond with me. I am not sure that she loves me or would consent to marry me. But if she would consent — if she did love me well enough — I should marry her.”
“And this is the return you make me for all the indulgences I’ve heaped on you?” said Wakem,Canada Goose Constable Parka, getting white, and beginning to tremble under an enraged sense of impotence before Philip’s calm defiance and concentration of purpose.
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