Anthony M. Ludovici

Anthony M. Ludovici

Summary

Portrait of Anthony M. Ludovici Anthony M. Ludovici Too Old for Dolls: A Novel

Cleopatra enquired.
"Of course I did," replied Lord Henry, chuckling quite heartily now. "But is not a man entitled to kiss his future sister-in-law?"
Two tears rolled slowly down her face, and she fumbled hurriedly for her handkerchief.
"Come, come, my beloved Cleo," he exclaimed, taking her into his arms, "allow me to say that. Allow me to regard that kiss in that light. It makes it so perfectly innocent. Didn't you feel that that is what I was driving at? Oh, how easily I could have prevented all this if only Leonetta hadn't dragged so on the way home!"
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Portrait of Anthony M. Ludovici Anthony M. Ludovici Too Old for Dolls: A Novel

Sir Joseph enquired with an unconscious note of profound humility in his voice.
"Always—yes!"
Lord Henry, still tugging at his wisp of hair, now turned to Sir Joseph, and blinking very quickly, as was his wont when deeply absorbed in a subject, contemplated the baronet for a moment in silence.
"Doesn't that clear up the problem of Mrs. Delarayne a little for you?" he asked at last. "Believe me, few women care to admit that they are thirty-five unless they have a husband whom they love, and still fewer women resign themselves to their fiftieth year unless they are wrapped up in a beloved son."
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Portrait of Anthony M. Ludovici Anthony M. Ludovici Too Old for Dolls: A Novel

It is excruciating, it is brutal. It is inhuman, Lord Henry! Shall I tell you the truth,—though it's dreadful, wicked. Well, I hate my sister. I loathe her with a deadly loathing. My fingers itch to—oh, all through the night I think of some means of disfiguring her. It is the most diabolical cruelty to put any woman into the position I am in now. I long to fly away, where I shall never, never see her again. It's that and nothing else that has given me these fainting fits. I have controlled my loathing too long. One day, if only fate is kind, I shall fall down and be killed.
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