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Bernard Capes Bag and Baggage — An Anonymous Letter (1913)

Miss Watchett, after delivering her fiat, stood panting a little, as if overcome by, or ashamed of, her own vehemence; Miss Normanby, who had said little in her personal defence, remained pale but composed. It was the man whose heart was blazing in a fume of indignation.
Now there are within us certain germs which, though living, only awaken and become active in the shock of unforeseen accident. In the same way an emotion, failing its particular provocation, may lie dormant in us for years or for ever.
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Bernard Capes Bag and Baggage — An Anonymous Letter (1913)

It was like nothing so much as suppressed merriment.
"Explain yourself, please," she said—with difficulty.
"I am not Lord Kilmeston."
"Well, I am not Miss Mary Watchett."
A silence followed—brief, but too enormous for measurement. Then, out of a mist and thunder of stupefaction, Mr. Charles Lorry became conscious that two faces were curiously regarding him. He laughed ruefully.
"Hoist with my own petard," he said, and fell dumb.
"O!" said the golden lady, shaking a severe finger at him; "are you not ashamed of yourself for playing such a trick upon two unsuspecting women?
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Bernard Capes Bag and Baggage — An Anonymous Letter (1913)

He would succeed in prevailing with the heiress, did she prove worthy of his regard; about that he had never allowed himself a doubt. On the other hand, it would be the simplest matter to chuck up his engagement at short notice, leaving things exactly as he had found them. He certainly wanted a rich wife; but, to do him the right justice, money without respect and affection had no appeal to him. It disturbed him now, only in degree, that he must play his game self-consciously.
His opportunities for an intimate study of Miss Watchett had given him plentiful food for reflection.
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