A Widower Indeed

A Widower Indeed

A Widower Indeed

A Widower Indeed

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1891 edition. Excerpt: ..." For a minute she cannot go on. "To let you know what?" "To let me know that all Oxford is scandalized at the way in which, not content with having entirely forgotten your wife, though she has been dead scarcely four months"--a cruel choking break in the voice--"you outrage her memory by parading everywhere your devotion to an American girl, whom the Brents had to turn out of their house because they could not any longer stand her misconduct." (Poor Miss Georgia!) This is the colour, which, under Mrs. Pennington Bruce's fostering care, her spirited independence of action in preferring a piea'-d-terre of her own to the roof of the most admiring and regretful of friends, takes. Mrs. Lambart has, as I have said, begun her list of accusations with averted look; but as they draw to their end, her eyes fix themselves upon Mr. Lygon, asking strainingly whether or not there is any conscious guilt in the face that, pale to start with, is whitening even to lividness under the stream of her words. "And you believed her?" His tone is as low as her own, and there is in it less of reproach than of an unbounded astonishment. "No, I did not!" replies she, impetuously, beginning already, before he has uttered a word in his own defence, to repent of her distrust of him. "I did not know what to think; she was so circumstantial, she had it all, chapter and "You believed that I had quite forgotten Anne?" There is still in his voice that profound verse." A I/Vidrrwer Indeed. 9 astonishment, but mixed now, both in his tone' and in his woful eyes, with a deep upbraiding. "Oh, no! no! You mistake me!" cried Mrs. Lambart, more and more...