[Lord Ormont and his Aminta by George Meredith]@TWC D-Link bookLord Ormont and his Aminta CHAPTER VIII 6/11
It rouses all that is diabolical in me.' She sent a skimming look at the opposite. 'And I,' said he, much freshened. 'You fence ?' 'Handle the foils.' 'If you must speak modestly! Are you in practice ?' 'I spend in hour in Captain Chiallo's fencing rooms generally every evening before dinner.
I heard there the first outlines of the match proposed.
You are right; it was the civilian.' 'Mr.Morsfield, as I suspected.' She smiled to herself, like one saying, Not badly managed, Mr. Morsfield! 'Italian school ?' Lord Ormont inquired, with a screw of the eyelids. 'French, my lord.' 'The only school for teaching.' 'The simplest--has the most rational method.
Italians are apt to be tricky.
But they were masters once, and now and then they send out a fencer the French can't touch.' 'How would you account for it ?' 'If I had to account for it, I should say, hotter blood, cool nerve, quick brain.' 'Hum.
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