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Evan Harrington

CHAPTER XVIII
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It is a word that seems to make you hate the idea.

I shouldn't like to hear my intended called snip.

Oh, he's going to gallop!' And off in a gallop Polly was borne.
'Well,' said Evan, 'well ?' 'I can't, Mr.Harrington; I have to press you so,' cried Polly; 'and I'm bounced so--I shall bite my tongue.' After a sharp stretch, the horse fell to a canter, and then trotted slowly, and allowed Polly to finish.
'So Miss Rose was standing sideways to the glass, and she turned her neck, and just as I'd said "snip," I saw her saying it in the glass; and you never saw anything so funny.

It was enough to make anybody laugh; but Miss Rose, she seemed as if she couldn't forget how ugly it had made her look.

She covered her face with her hands, and she shuddered! It is a word-snip! that makes you seem to despise yourself.' Beckley was now in sight from the edge of the downs, lying in its foliage dark under the grey sky backed by motionless mounds of vapour.
Miss Wheedle to her great surprise was suddenly though safely dropped; and on her return to the ground the damsel instantly 'knew her place,' and curtseyed becoming gratitude for his kindness; but he was off in a fiery gallop, the gall of Demogorgon in his soul.
What 's that the leaves of the proud old trees of Beckley Court hiss as he sweeps beneath them?
What has suddenly cut him short?
Is he diminished in stature?
Are the lackeys sneering?
The storm that has passed has marvellously chilled the air.
His sister, the Countess, once explained to him what Demogorgon was, in the sensation it entailed.


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