Indian Summer of a Forsyte

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Indian Summer of a Forsyte John Galsworthy THE FORSYTE SA

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  ”Dicky!”saidJames。”You’realwayswastingyourmoneyonsomething。”Buthesufferedthechangetobemadetillhisneckalsoshone,murmuringvaguely:”He’sanextravagantchap,I’mafraid。”

  Alittlebrighterintheeye,withrathermorecolourthanusualinhischeeks,hetookhisseatinthedrawing-roomtowaitforthesoundofthefront-doorbell。”I’vemadeitaproperdinnerparty,”Emilysaidcomfortably;”I

  thoughtitwouldbegoodpracticeforImogen——shemustgetusedtoitnowshe’scomingout。”

  Jamesutteredanindeterminatesound,thinkingofImogenassheusedtoclimbabouthiskneeorpullChristmascrackerswithhim。”She’llbepretty,”hemuttered,”Ishouldn’twonder。””Sheispretty,”saidEmily;”sheoughttomakeagoodmatch。””Thereyougo,”murmuredJames;”she’dmuchbetterstayathomeandlookafterhermother。”AsecondDartiecarryingoffhisprettygranddaughterwouldfinishhim!HehadneverquiteforgivenEmilyforhavingbeenasmuchtakeninbyMontagueDartieashehimselfhadbeen。”Where’sWarmson?”hesaidsuddenly。”IshouldlikeaglassofMadeirato-night。””There’schampagne,James。”

  Jamesshookhishead。”Nobody,”hesaid;”Ican’tgetanygoodoutofit。”

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