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The Forsyte Saga

CHAPTER III--DINNER AT SWITHIN'S
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Raising his broken nose towards his listener, he would add: "For want of a few hundred of these fellows we haven't paid a dividend for years, and look at the price of the shares.

I can't get ten shillings for them." He had been at Yarmouth, too, and had come back feeling that he had added at least ten years to his own life.

He grasped Swithin's hand, exclaiming in a jocular voice: "Well, so here we are again!" Mrs.Nicholas, an effete woman, smiled a smile of frightened jollity behind his back.
"Mr.and Mrs.James Forsyte! Mr.and Mrs.Soames Forsyte!" Swithin drew his heels together, his deportment ever admirable.
"Well, James, well Emily! How are you, Soames?
How do you do ?" His hand enclosed Irene's, and his eyes swelled.

She was a pretty woman--a little too pale, but her figure, her eyes, her teeth! Too good for that chap Soames! The gods had given Irene dark brown eyes and golden hair, that strange combination, provocative of men's glances, which is said to be the mark of a weak character.

And the full, soft pallor of her neck and shoulders, above a gold-coloured frock, gave to her personality an alluring strangeness.
Soames stood behind, his eyes fastened on his wife's neck.


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