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I dont object to her, said Osmond; I rather like Mrs Touchett. She has a sort of old-fashioned character thats passing awaya vivid identity. But that long jackanapes the sonis he about the place? Hes there, but he wont trouble you. Hes a good deal of a donkey. I think youre mistaken. Hes a very clever man. But hes not fond of being about when Im there, because he doesnt like me. What could be more asinine than that? Did you say she has looks? Osmond went on. Yes; but I wont say it again, lest you should be disappointed in them. Come and make a beginning; thats all I ask of you. A beginning of what? Madame Merle was silent a little. I want you of course to marry her. The beginning of the end? Well, Ill see for myself. Have you told her that? For what do you take me? Shes not so coarse a piece of machinerynor am I. Really, said Osmond after some meditation, I dont understand your ambitions. I think youll understand this one after youve seen Miss Archer. Suspend your judgement. Madame Merle, as she spoke, had drawn near the open door of the garden, where she stood a moment looking out. Pansy has really grown pretty, she presently added. So it seemed to me. But she has had enough of the convent. I dont know, said Osmond. I like what theyve made of her. Its very charming. Thats not the convent. Its the childs nature. Its the combination, I think. Shes as pure as a pearl. Why doesnt she come back with my flowers then? Madame Merle asked. Shes not in a hurry. Well go and get them. She doesnt like me, the visitor murmured as she raised her parasol and they passed into the garden. |
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