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The Ghost of a Chance - ebook
The Ghost of a Chance - ebook
The large, sumptuous room, with its dim oriental rugs and subdued lighting, a fine set of Indian paintings, and two exquisite rose-red lacquered cabinets, had great charm. The main character has just returned from China. Huge packing boxes, stacked one above the other in the hall, were no doubt full of wonderful acquisitions, china, embroideries, carpets. But he didn’t seem to want to unpack them.
Kategoria: | Literature |
Język: | Angielski |
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ISBN: | 978-83-8292-293-6 |
Rozmiar pliku: | 2,8 MB |
FRAGMENT KSIĄŻKI
“Yes, but the years run circling fleeter,
Ever they pass me–I watch, I wait–
Ever I dream, and awake to meet her;
She cometh never, or comes too late.”
Sir Alfred Lyall.
“The thing I don’t understand about you,” I said, “is why you have never married. Your love affairs seem to consist in ruining other people’s. I was on the verge of getting married myself years ago when you lounged in and spoilt my chance. But when you had done for me you did not come forward yourself, you backed out. I believe, if the truth were known, you have backed out over and over again.”
Sinclair did not answer. He frowned and looked sulkily at me with lustreless eyes. He was out of health, and out of spirits, and ill at ease.
The large, luxurious room, with its dim oriental carpets and its shaded lights, and its wonderful array of Indian pictures and its two exquisite rose-red lacquer cabinets, had a great charm for me who lived in small lodgings in the city near my work. But it seemed to hold little pleasure for him. I sometimes doubted whether anything held much pleasure for him. He had just returned from China. The great packing cases piled one above another in the hall were no doubt full of marvellous acquisitions, china, embroideries, rugs. But he did not seem to care to unpack them.
“Did I really spoil your marriage?” he said listlessly. He looked old and haggard and leaden-coloured, and it was difficult to believe he was the magnificent personage who had diverted Mildred’s eyes from me ten years before.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t know it at the time,” I retorted.
His behaviour had been outrageous, and I, with my snub nose and crab-like gait, had been cast aside. I could not blame her. He was like a prince in a fairy tale. I never blamed her. She knows that now; in short, she knows everything.
“No, my pepper pot, I won’t pretend I didn’t know it. But I thought–I had a strong impression–I was mistaken, of course, but I thought that–”
“That what?”
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