The Small House at Allington by Anthony Trollope
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had listened to his eagerness as he declared to Lily that he should
soon be back again at Allington. Lily had taken this very quietly, as though it had not belonged at all to herself; but Bell had seen something of the truth, and, believing in Crosbie as an earnest, honest man, had spoken kind words of him, fostering any little aptitude for love which might already have formed itself in Lily's bosom. "But he is such an Apollo, you know," Lily had said. "He is a gentleman; I can see that." "Oh, yes; a man can't be an Apollo unless he's a gentleman." "And he's very clever." "I suppose he is clever." There was nothing more said about his being a mere clerk. Indeed, Lily had changed her mind on that subject. Johnny Eames was a mere clerk; whereas Crosbie, if he was to be called a clerk at all, was a clerk of some very special denomination. There may be a great difference between one clerk and another! A Clerk of the Council and a parish clerk are very different persons. Lily had got some such idea as this into her head as she attempted in her own mind to rescue Mr Crosbie from the lower orders of the Government service. "I wish he were not coming," Mrs Dale had said to her eldest daughter. "I think you are wrong, mamma." |
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