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Abigitano: El Divino Refugiado

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“Pois Saint-Loup pertencia a essa classe de rapazes aristocratas colocados numa altura onde é possível que brotem essas expressões: “É o que tem de bom, esse é o seu lado bom”, sementes assaz preciosas que logo determinam uma maneira de conceber as coisas, na qual não se vale nada e o “povo” vale tudo, quer dizer, exatamente o contrário do orgulho plebeu. Pelo que me contava Robert, não era possível imaginar como o seu tio, quando jovem, dava o tom e ditava a lei a todo mundo. — Ele, da sua parte, fazia sempre o que lhe parecia mais agradável e cômodo, mas logo o imitavam os esnobes. Se lhe acontecia ter sede quando no teatro e mandava que lhe trouxessem alguma bebida ao camarote, já se sabia que na semana seguinte haveria refrescos em todos os corredores. Num verão muito chuvoso, sentiu-se um pouco reumático, e encomendou um sobretudo de vicunha muito fina, mas bastante quente, que só se emprega para mantas de viagem e respeitou o padrão do tecido, de listras azuis e laranja. Os grandes alfaiates receberam imediatamente encomendas de casacos de listras e bastante quentes. Se por qualquer motivo queria tirar toda solenidade a uma refeição em casa de campo onde estava passando o dia, e, para indicar esse matiz, não vestia casaca e sentava-se à mesa de jaqueta, ficava em moda jantar de jaqueta nas casas de campo. Se comia um doce e, em vez de colher, usava garfo ou um talher de sua invenção que havia encomendado a um ourives, ou o pegava com os dedos, já não era lícito fazer de outra maneira. Sentiu desejos de ouvir de novo certos quartetos de Beethoven, pois, com todas as suas ideias absurdas, não é nenhum bruto e tem talento, e encarregou uns músicos que fossem à sua casa um dia por semana, para executar aquelas obras, que ouvia com alguns amigos. E naquele ano considerou-se como suprema elegância dar reuniões íntimas em que se executava música de câmara. Parece-me que não deve ter-se aborrecido neste mundo! Com o seu belo tipo, não lhe devem ter faltado mulheres! Apenas não se sabe quais, pois é muito discreto. Bem sei que enganou bastante à minha pobre tia. O que não impediu que fosse muito bom com ela, que ela o adorasse, e que ele a tenha chorado por muitos anos. Quando está em Paris, vai quase diariamente ao cemitério.”

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“Evelyn continued to hold the wheel, recognizing the sensation of being in control of the rudder, while Martin explained how the direction of the wind was key, and how all the elements worked together to affect speed. "It's physics," she said, becoming fascinated by the complexity of the air and water flow working together, and comprehending how the shape of the hull and sails and the size of the keel all played an important part in the boat's movement.”

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“Martin was more than happy to let Spencer take over the conversation, for it finally granted him an opportunity to observe Mrs. Wheaton- who had just achieved the impossible. She had made him laugh. Truly, she was one of a kind. She always had been, he supposed, recalling again that day at the train station. While the polite conversation continued all around him, he allowed his gaze to meander downward and was pleased to admire the alluring feminine curves "Miss Foster" had developed over the past decade, including a lush, generous bosom, which would fare quite nicely in a lighter gown with a lower neckline, he thought. Dressed as she was at present, she reminded him of a pleasure yacht with her sails trimmed too tight, rendering her incapable of moving freely at the speed she was built for. He wondered suddenly how this aloof young widow would respond to a little wind in her sails and a skillful skipper like himself at her helm. Would he be able to bring the best out of her, like he did with the Orpheus? Yes, he thought with absolute confidence while he admired the grace of her gloved hand as she touched one finger to the corner of her mouth to dab at an errant drop of tea. He certainly could bring the best out of her, and also bring out that spark she kept hidden from the world. A marvelous, masculine satisfaction flowed through him at the thought of it.”

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“My brother prefers to let other people put me on the straight and narrow." Evelyn felt a stab of pity for him suddenly, for he appeared without support of any kind, and she had heard some rumors about his home, Wentworth Castle, being a rather dark and dismal place. But then she reminded herself that he had brought all this on himself. He made his own decisions to misbehave. "Maybe you need to put yourself there," she told him flatly.”

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“Directing his smile to the widow, Martin bowed slightly, and it was not until his gaze lifted and he actually met her deep green eyes behind thick gold spectacles that he sensed a familiarity. No, it was more than that. For some strange reason, those green eyes were like a punch to his gut. But why? Who was she? A former conquest he'd carelessly cast aside? No, that wasn't it. Then suddenly, he remembered. But no, it couldn't be. Could it? Good God, it was. The wealthy prize widow was, of all people, Miss Evelyn Foster from his wildest days at Eton! His first impulse was to laugh out loud at the absurdity of the coincidence, but naturally, he preserved his composure. He was having a hard time speaking, however, because he had not expected to meet a woman he had known once before, and certainly not the prudish young girl who had constantly ignored him. The same girl who had snuck into his dormitory and caused him to be suspended, then had the sanctimonious nerve to tell him that he needed to put himself on the straight and narrow.”

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“A muscle in her delicate jaw tensed, and she took another sip of tea, dismissing him entirely in that same haughty manner he remembered all too well. "I don't believe so." "Are you certain? You look familiar." Her gaze shot up at last, and her eyes were sharp and assessing, brilliantly intelligent. He suddenly remembered she'd had a gift for science when they were younger, which was considered by some to be odd and inappropriate for a young lady of her station. He'd always found it rather intriguing. Well, she still had brains. She seemed to know exactly what he was up to and was warning him to stop. He smiled inwardly. She had spirit, too, he'd give her that. And by God, she'd grown lovely. He could not deny it. Those enormous green eyes were as disarming as ever. Even more so in fact.”

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