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Zuleika Dobson; Or, An Oxford Love Story
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Sir Max Beerbohm
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“A
daring
statement,
my
child--very
hard
to
prove.”
“Hasn’t
it
been
proved
up
to
the
hilt
to-day?”
“To-day?...
Ah,
and
so
they
did
really
all
drown
themselves
for
you?...
Dear,
dear!...
The
Duke--he,
too?”
“He
set
the
example.”
“No!
You
don’t
say
so!
He
was
a
greatly-gifted
young
man--a
true
ornament
to
the
College.
But
he
always
seemed
to
me
rather--what
shall
I
say?--inhuman...
I
remember
now
that
he
did
seem
rather
excited
when
he
came
to
the
concert
last
night
and
you
weren’t
yet
there...
You
are
quite
sure
you
were
the
cause
of
his
death?”
“Quite,”
said
Zuleika,
marvelling
at
the
lie--or
fib,
rather:
he
had
been
GOING
to
die
for
her.
But
why
not
have
told
the
truth?
Was
it
possible,
she
wondered,
that
her
wretched
vanity
had
survived
her
renunciation
of
the
world?
Why
had
she
so
resented
just
now
the
doubt
cast
on
that
irresistibility
which
had
blighted
and
cranked
her
whole
life?
“Well,
my
dear,”
said
the
Warden,
“I
confess
that
I
am
amazed--astounded.”
Again
he
adjusted
his
glasses,
and
looked
at
her.
She
found
herself
moving
slowly
around
the
study,
with
the
gait
of
a
mannequin
in
a
dress-maker’s
show-room.
She
tried
to
stop
this;
but
her
body
seemed
to
be
quite
beyond
control
of
her
mind.
It
had
the
insolence
to
go
ambling
on
its
own
account.
“Little
space
you’ll
have
in
a
convent
cell,”
snarled
her
mind
vindictively.
Her
body
paid
no
heed
whatever.
Her
grandfather,
leaning
back
in
his
chair,
gazed
at
the
ceiling,
and
meditatively
tapped
the
finger-tips
of
one
hand
against
those
of
the
other.
“Sister
Zuleika,”
he
presently
said
to
the
ceiling.
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