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charm to the world. The elder Miss Botting stopped short of shoulders, and so did Miss Wace. But Helen didn't. She was had Kipps had eyes to see it-a quite beautiful human figure; she knew it, and she met him with a radiant smile that had forgotten all the little diffierence of the afternoon. But to Kipps her appearance was the last release. With that she had become as remote, as foreign, as incredible as a wife and mate, as though the Cnidian Venus herself, in all her simple elegance, was, before witnesses, declared to be his. If, indeed, she had ever been credible as a wife and mate!
She ascribed his confusion to modest reverence, and, having blazed smiling upon him for a moment, turned a shapely shoulder towards him and exchanged a remark with Mrs. Bindon Botting. Ann's poor half-sixpence came against Kipps' fingers in his pocket, and he clutched at it suddenly as though it was a talisman. Then he abandoned it to suppress his Order of the Brace. He was affected by a cough. `Miss Wace tells me Mr. Revel is coming,' Mrs. Botting was saying.
`Isn't it delightful?' said Helen. `We saw him last night. He's stopped on his way to Paris. He's going to meet his wife there.'
Kipps' eyes rested for a moment on Helen's dazzling deltoid, and then went inquiringly, accusingly, almost, to Coote's face. Where in the presence of this terrible emergence was the gospel of suppression now? that Furtive treatment of Religion and Politics, and Birth and Death, and Bathing and Babies and `all those things,' which constitute your True Gentleman? He had been too modest even to discuss this question with his Mentor, but surely, surely this quintessence of all that is good and nice could regard these unsolicited confidences only in one way. With something between relief and the confirmation of his worst fears he perceived, by a sort of twitching of the exceptionally abundant muscles about Coote's lower jaw, in a certain deliberate avoidance of one particular direction by those pale but resolute gray eyes, by the almost convulsive grip of the ample, greemsh-white gloves behind him, a grip broken at times for controlling pats at the black-bordered tie and the back of that spacious head, and by a slight but increasing disposition to cough, that Coote did not approve!

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But Helen didn't. She was had Kipps had eyes to see it-a quite beautiful human figure; she knew it, and she met him with a radiant smile that had forgotten all what is little diffierence of what is afternoon. But to Kipps her appearance was what is last release. With that she had become as remote, as foreign, as incredible as a wife and mate, as though what is Cnidian Venus herself, in all her simple elegance, was, before witnesses, declared to be his. If, indeed, she had ever been credible as a wife and mate! She ascribed his confusion to modest reverence, and, having blazed smiling upon him for a moment, turned a shapely shoulder towards him and exchanged a remark with Mrs. Bindon Botting. Ann's poor half-sixpence came against Kipps' fingers in his pocket, and he clutched at it suddenly as though it was a talisman. Then he abandoned it to suppress his Order of what is Brace. He was affected by a cough. `Miss Wace tells me Mr. Revel is coming,' Mrs. Botting was saying. `Isn't it delightful?' said Helen. `We saw him last night. He's stopped on his way to Paris. He's going to meet his wife there.' Kipps' eyes rested for a moment on Helen's dazzling deltoid, and then went inquiringly, accusingly, almost, to Coote's face. Where in what is presence of this terrible emergence was what is gospel of suppression now? that Furtive treatment of Religion and Politics, and Birth and what time is it , and Bathing and Babies and `all those things,' which constitute your True Gentleman? He had been too modest even to discuss this question with his Mentor, but surely, surely this quintessence of all that is good and nice could regard these unsolicited confidences only in one way. 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