Dumaresq's daughter Author:Grant Allen Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: to his painful case. Only I could have /wished he wasn't a German. Teutonic distress touches me less nearly. Never mind about bnying-in those New Zealands at pre... more »sent. I see another use for the money I meant to put in them. In breathless haste to save post, Yours ever sincerely, "charles Austen Linnell." "There," he said to himself, as he folded it up and consigned it to its envelope, " that'll do a little good, I hope, for Dumaresq. The only possible use of money to a fellow like me, whose tastes are simple and whose wants are few, is to shuffle it off as well as he can upon others who stand in greater need of it. The worst of it is, one spends one's life in that matter, perpetually steering between the Scylla of pride and the Charybdis of pauperism. The fellows who really need help won't take it, and the fellows who don't need it are always grabbing at it. There's a deal too much reserve and sensitiveness in the world—and I've got my own share, too, as well as the rest of them." CHAPTER III. LOVE—THIRTY. When Linnell appeared upon the Mansels' tennis-ground at half-past three that afternoon, it was in quite other garb from the careless painter suit he had worn on the hill-side in the incognito of morning. He was arrayed now in the correctest of correct gray tweeds, and the most respectable of round felt-hats, in place of the brown velveteens and Rembrandt cap wherewith he had sallied forth, to the joy of all young Petherton, at early morn for his day's sketching. Yet it was difficult to say in which of the two costumes he looked handsomest—the picturesque artistic suit of the cosmopolitan painter, or the simple rough homespun, country dress of the English gentleman. Linnell was tall and very dark; his deep black eyes were large and expressive; and his rough beard a...« less