CHAPTER 9
ailures, looking to ts t must soon come to separate t in detail.
Stepep by step as if il round tall and ing ill sle voice saying, `Arent you very tired? Do let me bring you somet or jelly - maynt I?
ted tones sal vibration of a harp close by her.
`O no, tly, and only ant.
`You look so pale, Steped, in a more entreating tone. `Im sure youre exed. I must disobey you, and bring something.
`No, indeed I couldnt take it.
`Are you angry me.
`Pray, go a ely form o te corner of tra, ered treaty tc t implied, but Stepurned a once, and, follo tle more t angle of t. An entirely ne occurred to Stepself o ion, it convinced tion betairs to t room, wo P down be his hand on his shoulder.
`Are you studying for a portrait, Pc oriel makes a capital bit from tain just marking it off.
`I udying expression, said Ply.
`, Miss tullivers? Its ratoday, I ter. me to o get , but I ural antipatween us, I suppose - I o please her.
` a e you are! said Philip, flushing angrily.
`, because experience must old me t Im universally pleasing? I admit t turbing force here.
`I am going, said Ply.
`So am I - to get a breats oppressive. I t and service long enough.
tairs toget speaking. Purned ter door into t Step call in on along to one of t ted to too dasable, tride a care at a Pyt t issues from a moral conflict en so close a resemblance to vice, t tinction escapes all outs, founded on a mere comparis