Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1896 edition. Excerpt: ... THE EYES OF PRIDE To A. F. "Pluck out the eyes of pride; thy lips to mine? Never, though I die thirsting! Go thy ways!" George Meredith. 1 "1 vO as you please--it's all one to me: yet I think you will live to regret He spoke sullenly, with well-affected indifference, standing on the hearthrug, his hands in his pockets, looking down at her; and yet there was a note of irresolution, of potential suffering in his voice, which was absent from her reply: "If I do, I will tell you." "That is just what you will never do." "Perhaps not." She was actually indifferent, or her dissimulation was more profound than his, for the blank coldness of her speech lit a spark of irritation in him. "And, all the same, I think you will regret it--every day of your life. . . . By God! you are making a great mistake, Rosalind!" "Is it all coming over again?" murmured the girl, wearily. "And, after all, it's your own choice." He flushed angrily. He was in evening dress, and he fidgeted with his tie for a moment, before he held out his hand with stiff courtesy. "Good-bye," he said; and "Good-bye, Mr. Seefang! " the girl answered, listlessly. He dropped her impassive hand, and went slowly towards the door. Then he remembered he had brought his hat with him into the drawing-room, and he came back again, and placed it mechanically under his arm. "Well, good-bye, Rosalind!" he said again. This time she made no response, and he was really gone when she raised her eyes again. . . . When he opened the hall door, emerged into the square, he paused to light a cigar before he plunged into the fog, rank and yellow and raw, which engulfed him. A clock struck eleven. It was actually so late; and he began to look round, vaguely, for a hansom, reflecting that their rapid...