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this morning the �ϻ���������иߵ�һ����ȫ��,�ϻ����������ﻹ��ȫ����۸�correspondence was both heavy and complicated. a whole series of widely scattered dates had to be turned up, in order to trace some question of the payment of carriage on a certain consignment. it was a tiresome job, which norah recommended him to leave for verification to the clerk downstairs whose business it was, and probably for that very reason sir thomas insisted on doing it himself. he was fractious, he was obstinately determined to have the matter settled here and now, and like a child, cross with hunger, he wanted the clear look she had not yet{266} given him. the furrow, that soft smudge, had long been marked on norah��s forehead, as she turned up letter after letter that failed to deal with the point, and she spent what she considered a wasted half hour over it. she was still rather irritated when she found what she had been looking for, unclipped the communication from the spring that fastened it into its place and passed it him.for some little time the comte d��artois had been regarding the sister of one of his valets de pied with an admiratio
in this remote and delightful home they decided to st�ϻ����������ﻹ��ȫ����۸�ay for the present, and pauline as usual spent much of her time looking after and helping the peasants, who followed her with their blessings as she went about.but these were not the directions in which the guidance of nature led most of her followers. it was not to a life of primitive simplicity and discomfort that t��r��zia and her friends felt themselves directed; no, the h?tel de fontenay, in the��������ô�и߶��������۸� rue de paradis, and the chateau of the same name in the country were the scene of ceaseless gaiety and amusement. la rochefoucauld, rivarol, chamfort, la fayette, the three brothers de lameth, all of whom were in love with their fascinating hostess; mira
lady keeling rose in great good humour. once, she remembered, her husband had been very rude when she made a little joke about his regard for miss propert. she had hit the nail on the head then, too, for no doubt there was something (ever so little) of truth in what s�ϻ����������ﻹ��ȫ����۸�he said, and it had ��touched him up.�� but now he did not mind: that showed that there was no truth in it at all now. she had never thought there was anything��������ô�и߶��������۸� serious, for thomas was not that sort of man (and who should know better than she?), but perhaps he had been a little attracted. she was delighted