A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems
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filled all the vases in the room of these very Miss Alans who have failed to come to Cissie Villa. Poor little ladies! So shocked and so pleased. It used to be one of Miss Catharine's great stories. 'My dear sister loves flowers,' it began. They found the whole room a mass of blue --vases and jugs--and the story ends with 'So ungentlemanly and yet so beautiful.' It is all very difficult. Yes, I always connect those Florentine Emersons with violets." "Fiasco's done you this time," remarked Freddy, not seeing that his sister's face was very red. She could not recover herself. Mr. Beebe saw it, and continued to divert the conversation. "These particular Emersons consisted of a father and a son--the son a goodly, if not a good young man; not a fool, I fancy, but very immature--pessimism, et cetera. Our special joy was the father--such a sentimental darling, and people declared he had murdered his wife."
In his normal state Mr. Beebe would never have repeated such gossip, but he was trying to shelter Lucy in her little trouble. He repeated any rubbish that came into his head. "Murdered his wife?" said Mrs. Honeychurch. "Lucy, don't desert us--go on playing bumble-puppy. Really, the Pension Bertolini must have been the oddest place. That's the second murderer I've heard of as being there. Whatever was Charlotte doing to stop? By-the-by, we really must ask Charlotte here some time." Mr. Beebe could recall no second murderer. He suggested that his hostess was mistaken. At the hint of opposition she warmed. She was perfectly sure that there had been a second tourist of whom the same story had been told. The name escaped her. What was the name? Oh, what was the name? She clasped her knees for the name. Something in Thackeray. She struck her matronly forehead.
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filled all the vases in the room of these very<br />
Miss Alans who have failed to come to Cissie<br />
Villa. Poor little ladies! So shocked and so<br />
pleased. It used to be one of Miss Catharine's<br />
great stories. 'My dear sister loves flowers,' it<br />
began. They found the whole room a mass of<br />
blue --vases and jugs--and the story ends with<br />
'So ungentlemanly and yet so beautiful.' It is all<br />
very difficult. Yes, I always connect those<br />
Florentine Emersons with violets."<br />
"Fiasco's done you this time," remarked<br />
Freddy, not seeing that his sister's face was<br />
very red. She could not recover herself. Mr.<br />
Beebe saw it, and continued to divert the<br />
conversation.<br />
"These particular Emersons consisted of a<br />
father and a son--the son a goodly, if not a<br />
good young man; not a fool, I fancy, but very<br />
immature--pessimism, et cetera. Our special<br />
joy was the father--such a sentimental darling,<br />
and people declared he had murdered his<br />
wife."
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