A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems
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quick enough to detect what they meant. She missed Cecil's epigram, but grasped the feeling that prompted it. "Don't you like Mr. Beebe?" she asked thoughtfully. "I never said so!" he cried. "I consider him far above the average. I only denied--" And he swept off on the subject of fences again, and was brilliant. "Now, a clergyman that I do hate," said she wanting to say something sympathetic, "a clergyman that does have fences, and the most dreadful ones, is Mr. Eager, the English chaplain at Florence. He was truly insincere--not merely the manner unfortunate. He was a snob, and so conceited, and he did say such unkind things." "What sort of things?" "There was an old man at the Bertolini whom
he said had murdered his wife." "Perhaps he had." "No!" "Why 'no'?" "He was such a nice old man, I'm sure." Cecil laughed at her feminine inconsequence. "Well, I did try to sift the thing. Mr. Eager would never come to the point. He prefers it vague--said the old man had 'practically' murdered his wife--had murdered her in the sight of God." "Hush, dear!" said Mrs. Honeychurch absently. "But isn't it intolerable that a person whom we're told to imitate should go round spreading slander? It was, I believe, chiefly owing to him that the old man was dropped.
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he said had murdered his wife."<br />
"Perhaps he had."<br />
"No!"<br />
"Why 'no'?"<br />
"He was such a nice old man, I'm sure."<br />
Cecil laughed at her feminine<br />
inconsequence.<br />
"Well, I did try to sift the thing. Mr. Eager<br />
would never come to the point. He prefers it<br />
vague--said the old man had 'practically'<br />
murdered his wife--had murdered her in the<br />
sight of God."<br />
"Hush, dear!" said Mrs. Honeychurch<br />
absently. "But isn't it intolerable that a person<br />
whom we're told to imitate should go round<br />
spreading slander? It was, I believe, chiefly<br />
owing to him that the old man was dropped.
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