y have felt himself illiberal in
the light of that gentleman's conduct during the rest of the visit
to Rome. Osmond spent a portion of each day with Isabel and her
companions, and ended by affecting them as the easiest of men to
live with. Who wouldn't have seen that he could command, as it were,
both tact and gaiety?- which perhaps was exactly why Ralph had made
his old-time look of superficial sociability a reproach to him. Even
Isabel's invidious kinsman was obliged to admit that he was just now a
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delightful associate. His good-humour was imperturbable, his knowledge
of the right fact, his production of the right word, as convenient
as the friendly flicker of a match for your cigarette. Clearly he
was amused- as amused as a man could be who was so little ever
surprised, and that made him almost applausive. It was not that his
spirits were visibly high- he would never newports cigarettes website, in the concert of pleasure newports cigarettes coupons,
touch the big drum by so much as a knuckle: he had a mortal dislike to
the high, ragged note, to what he called random ravings. He thought
Miss Archer sometimes of too precipitate a readiness. It was pity
she had that fault, because if she had not had it she would really
have had none; she would have been as smooth to his general need of
her as handled ivory to the palm. If he was not personally loud,
however, he was deep, and during these closing days of the Roman May
he knew a complacency that matched with slow irregular walks under the
pines of the Villa Borghese, among the small sweet meadow-flowers
and the mossy marbles. He was pleased with everything; he had never
before been pleased with so many things at once. Old impressions,
old enjoyments, renewed themselves; one evening, going home to his
room at the inn, he wrote down a little sonnet to which he prefixed
the title of "Rome Revisited." A day or two later he showed this piece
of correct and ingenious verse to Isabel, explaining to her that it
was an Italian fashion to commemorate the occasions of life by a
tribute to the muse.
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emotion of the human heart. Osmond had never had too much of it; in
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the light of that gentleman's conduct during the rest of the visit
to Rome. Osmond spent a portion of each day with Isabel and her
companions, and ended by affecting them as the easiest of men to
live with. Who wouldn't have seen that he could command, as it were,
both tact and gaiety?- which perhaps was exactly why Ralph had made
his old-time look of superficial sociability a reproach to him. Even
Isabel's invidious kinsman was obliged to admit that he was just now a
----------------------- 463-----------------------
delightful associate. His good-humour was imperturbable, his knowledge
of the right fact, his production of the right word, as convenient
as the friendly flicker of a match for your cigarette. Clearly he
was amused- as amused as a man could be who was so little ever
surprised, and that made him almost applausive. It was not that his
spirits were visibly high- he would never newports cigarettes website, in the concert of pleasure newports cigarettes coupons,
touch the big drum by so much as a knuckle: he had a mortal dislike to
the high, ragged note, to what he called random ravings. He thought
Miss Archer sometimes of too precipitate a readiness. It was pity
she had that fault, because if she had not had it she would really
have had none; she would have been as smooth to his general need of
her as handled ivory to the palm. If he was not personally loud,
however, he was deep, and during these closing days of the Roman May
he knew a complacency that matched with slow irregular walks under the
pines of the Villa Borghese, among the small sweet meadow-flowers
and the mossy marbles. He was pleased with everything; he had never
before been pleased with so many things at once. Old impressions,
old enjoyments, renewed themselves; one evening, going home to his
room at the inn, he wrote down a little sonnet to which he prefixed
the title of "Rome Revisited." A day or two later he showed this piece
of correct and ingenious verse to Isabel, explaining to her that it
was an Italian fashion to commemorate the occasions of life by a
tribute to the muse.
----------------------- 464-----------------------
He took his pleasures in general singly; he was too often- he
would have admitted that- too sorely aware of something wrong newport cigarettes wholesale,
something ugly; the fertilizing dew of a conceivable felicity too
seldom descended on his spirit. But at present he was happy- happier
than he had perhaps ever been in his life, and the feeling had a large
foundation. This was simply the sense of success- the most agreeable
emotion of the human heart. Osmond had never had too much of it; in
this respect he had the irritation of satiety, as he knew perfectly
well and often reminded himself. "Ah no newports cigarettes wholesale, I've not been spoiled;
certainly I've not been spoiled," he used inwardly to repeat. "If I do
succeed before I die I shall thoroughly have earned it." He was too
apt to reason as if "earning" this bo
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