trollope

Elgin himself looked ten years younger, now that he__ cast the die, but I thought exuberance had got the better of him when he strode into the saloon later, threw The Origin of Species on the table and announced:"It__ very original, no doubt, but not for a hot evening. What I need is some trollop."I couldn__ believe my ears, and him a church-goer, too. "Well, my lord, I dunno,_ says I. "Tientsin ain__ much of a place, but I__l see what I can drum up _""Michel__ been reading Doctor Thorne since Taku," cried he. "He must have finished it by now, surely! Ask him, Flashman, will you?" So I did, and had my ignorance, enlightened.

After that they browsed for a minute or two in a semi-detached fashion. Nick found a set of Trollope which had a relatively modest and approachable look among the rest, and took down The Way We Live Now, with an armorial bookplate, the pages uncut. __hat have you found there?_ said Lord Kessler, in a genially possessive tone. __h, you__e a Trollope man, are you?_ ____ not sure I am, really,_ said Nick. __ always think he wrote too fast. What was it Henry James said, about Trollope and his __reat heavy shovelfuls of testimony to constituted English matters_?_ Lord Kessler paid a moment__ wry respect to this bit of showing off, but said, __h, Trollope__ good. He__ very good on money._ __h_yes_ said Nick, feeling doubly disqualified by his complete ignorance of money and by the aesthetic prejudice which had stopped him from ever reading Trollope. __o be honest, there__ a lot of him I haven__ yet read._ __o, this one is pretty good,_ Nick said, gazing at the spine with an air of judicious concession. Sometimes his memory of books he pretended to have read became almost as vivid as that of books he had read and half forgotten, by some fertile process of auto-suggestion. He pressed the volume back into place and closed the gilded cage.