[Uncle Max by Rosa Nouchette Carey]@TWC D-Link bookUncle Max CHAPTER VII 8/20
He had a low forehead, and there was a hard set look about the mouth, and the eyes were almost disagreeable in their keenness. Perhaps I was prejudiced, but he looked to me like a man who rarely laughed, and who would take a pleasure in saying bitter things; his voice was not unpleasant, but it had a peculiar depth in it, and now and then there was an odd break in it that was almost a hesitation. 'Well,' he said, looking full at me, but, I was sure, not in the least wishful to set me at my ease, 'I suppose I ought to introduce myself.
My name is Hamilton.' I bowed.
I certainly did not think it necessary that I should tell him that I was aware of that fact. 'We met yesterday, when you were good enough to put up with Nap's company.
I was half disposed to introduce myself then: only I feared you would be shocked at such a piece of unconventionality; young ladies have such strict ideas of decorum.' 'And very properly so, too,' I put in severely, for my irritation was getting the better of my nervousness.
I could not bear the tone in which he said 'young ladies.' I felt convinced he had an antipathy to the whole sex. 'Our skies were very uncivil in their welcome,' he went on, quite disregarding my remark: 'it was the wettest night we have had for an age. I was quite savage when I found the horses had been taken out of their warm stables: the coachman was an ass, as I told him.' 'You scolded him somewhat severely.' 'Ah! did you hear me ?' smiling a little at that, as though he were amused.
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