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Portrait of George Meredith George Meredith,  Evan Harrington — Volume 2

“ Laxley rejoined that Mr. Raikes must be left to him.
'Then I'll take the other,' said Harry. 'Where is he?'
Evan walked round to his place.
'I am here,' he answered, 'and at your service.'
'Will you fight?' cried Harry.
There was a disdainful smile on Evan's mouth, as he replied: 'I must first enlighten you. I have no pretensions to your blue blood, or yellow. If, sir, you will deign to challenge a man who is not the son of a gentleman, and consider the expression of his thorough contempt for your conduct sufficient to enable you to overlook that fact, you may dispose of me.
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Portrait of George Meredith George Meredith,  Evan Harrington — Volume 2

“ The cook and the waiter were accustomed to receive acceptable compliments from him monthly. His precise words, his regular ancient jokes, his pint of Madeira and after- pint of Port, his antique bow to the landlady, passing out and in, his method of spreading his table-napkin on his lap and looking up at the ceiling ere he fell to, and how he talked to himself during the repast, and indulged in short chuckles, and the one look of perfect felicity that played over his features when he had taken his first sip of Port—these were matters it pained them at the Aurora to have to remember. ”
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Portrait of George Meredith George Meredith,  Evan Harrington — Volume 2

“ The field was ringing at a stroke of Nick Frim's, who had lashed out in his old familiar style at last, and the heavens heard of it, when Evan came into the circle of spectators. Nick and Tom were stretching from post to post, might and main. A splendid four was scored. The field took breath with the heroes; and presume not to doubt that heroes they are. It is good to win glory for your country; it is also good to win glory for your village. ”
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