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Trollope, Anthony, 1815-1882

"The Eustace Diamonds"

Lizzie's anger against the man chiefly arose from a feeling that he
treated her with all a Corsair's freedom without any of a Corsair's
tenderness. She could have forgiven the want of deferential manner, had
there been any devotion--but Lord George was both impudent and
indifferent.
"Yes," she said. "Thank goodness, I shall get out of this frightful place
to-morrow, and soon have once more a roof of my own over my head. What an
experience I have had since I have been here!"
"We have all had an experience," said Lord George, still looking at her
with that half-comic turn of his face--almost as though he were
investigating some curious animal of which so remarkable a specimen had
never before come under his notice.
"No woman ever intended to show a more disinterested friendship than I
have done; and what has been my return?"
"You mean to me--disinterested friendship to me?" And Lord George tapped
his breast lightly with his fingers. His head was still a little on one
side, and there was still the smile upon his face.
"I was alluding particularly to Mrs. Carbuncle."
"Lady Eustace, I cannot take charge of Mrs.


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