Robert Herrick,
The gospel of freedom
(1898)
“ Pity, Mr. Anthon mused, that Erard should be thrown into her hands. She looked so—cheap. Mrs. Warmister’s face wore a perpetual grimace. She had been told that her power lay in expression, and consequently she had cultivated a distressingly perpetual mobility.“Don’t let her do it, Erard,” the heavy young man pleaded with pathetic intensity. “Think what it means for our reputation as connoisseurs.”“Well!” Mrs. Warmister rose, laughing nervously. [60] “Whatever Mr. Erard decides, I suppose I shall do. I am in his hands.” Then she departed, taking the urgent Mr. Salters with her. ”
