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Excerpt: ...while the band in the conservatory, with all barriers removed, was playing both for the inside and outside revellers. Peter Dale was sitting out on the terrace over-looking the principal lawn with the daughter of Lady Mary Chance, a rather pretty but stupid girl, with a genius for social blunders. Buntingford had committed him to a dance with her, and he was not grateful. "She is pretty, of course, but horribly fast!" said his partner contemptuously, as Helena passed. "Everybody thinks her such bad style!" "Then everybody is an ass!" said Peter violently, turning upon her. "But it doesn't matter to Helena." The girl flushed in surprise and anger. "I didn't know you were such great friends. I only repeat what I hear," she said stiffly. "It depends on where you hear it," said Peter. "There isn't a man in this ball that isn't pining to dance with her." "Has she given you a dance?" said the girl, with a touch of malice in her voice. "Oh, I've come off as well as other people!" said Peter evasively. Then, of a sudden, his chubby face lit up. For Helena, just as the music was slackening to the close of the dance, and a crowd of aspirants for supper dances were converging on the spot where she stood, had turned and beckoned to Peter. "Do you mind?-I'll come back!" he said to his partner, and rushed off. "Second supper dance!" "All right!" He returned radiant, and in his recovered good humour proceeded to make himself delightful even to Miss Chance, whom, five minutes before, he had detested. But when he had returned her to her mother, Peter wandered off alone. He did not want to dance with anybody, to talk to anybody. He wanted just to remember Helena's smile, her eager-"I've kept it for you, Peter, all the evening!"-and to hug the thought of his coming joy. Oh, he hadn't a dog's chance, he knew, but as long as she was not actually married to somebody else, he was not going to give up hope. In a shrubbery walk, where a rising moon was just beginning...

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"I don't care a hang about the Middle Classes!" said Lord Buntingford, resting his head on his hand, and slowly drawing a pen over a printed sheet that lay before him. The sheet was headed "Middle Class Defence League," and was an appeal to whom it might concern to join the founders of the League in an attempt to curb the growing rapacity of the working-classes.

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He rose and began to pace his library, a shabby comfortable room which he loved. The room however had distinction like its master. The distinction came, perhaps, from its few pictures, of no great value, but witnessing to a certain taste and knowledge on the part of the persons, long since dead, who hung them there; from one or two cases of old Nankin; from its old books; and from a faded but enchanting piece of tapestry behind the cases of china, which seemed to represent a forest.

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