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can for her."
"She is a wonderful woman," said Dangle. "So subtle, so intricate, so
many faceted. She feels this deeply."
Young Phipps said nothing, but he felt the more.
And yet they say the age of chivalry is dead!
But this is only an Interlude, introduced to give our wanderers time to
refresh themselves by good, honest sleeping. For the present, therefore,
we will not concern ourselves with the starting of the Rescue Party,
nor with Mrs. Milton's simple but becoming grey dress, with the healthy
Widgery's Norfolk jacket and thick boots, with the slender Dangle's
energetic bearing, nor with the wonderful chequerings that set off the
legs of the golf-suited Phipps. They are after us. In a little while
they will be upon us. You must imagine as you best can the competitive
raidings at Midhurst of Widgery, Dangle, and Phipps. How Widgery
was great at questions, and Dangle good at inference, and Phipps so
conspicuously inferior in everything that he felt it, and sulked with
Mrs. Milton most of the day, after the manner of your callow youth the
whole world over. Mrs. Milton stopped at the Angel and was very sad and
charming and intelligent, and Widgery paid the bill in the afternoon
of Saturday, Chichester was attained. But by that time our fugitives--As
you shall immediately hear.
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