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Zuleika Dobson; Or, An Oxford Love Story
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Sir Max Beerbohm
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As
they
stood
together
on
the
steps
of
the
Warden’s
front-door,
exalted
above
the
level
of
the
flushed
and
swaying
crowd
that
filled
the
whole
length
and
breadth
of
Judas
Street,
she
implored
him
not
to
be
late
for
the
concert.
“I
am
never
late,”
he
smiled.
“Ah,
you’re
so
beautifully
brought
up!”
The
door
was
opened.
“And--oh,
you’re
beautiful
besides!”
she
whispered;
and
waved
her
hand
to
him
as
she
vanished
into
the
hall.
VIII
A
few
minutes
before
half-past
seven,
the
Duke,
arrayed
for
dinner,
passed
leisurely
up
the
High.
The
arresting
feature
of
his
costume
was
a
mulberry-coloured
coat,
with
brass
buttons.
This,
to
any
one
versed
in
Oxford
lore,
betokened
him
a
member
of
the
Junta.
It
is
awful
to
think
that
a
casual
stranger
might
have
mistaken
him
for
a
footman.
It
does
not
do
to
think
of
such
things.
The
tradesmen,
at
the
doors
of
their
shops,
bowed
low
as
he
passed,
rubbing
their
hands
and
smiling,
hoping
inwardly
that
they
took
no
liberty
in
sharing
the
cool
rosy
air
of
the
evening
with
his
Grace.
They
noted
that
he
wore
in
his
shirt-front
a
black
pearl
and
a
pink.
“Daring,
but
becoming,”
they
opined.
The
rooms
of
the
Junta
were
over
a
stationer’s
shop,
next
door
but
one
to
the
Mitre.
They
were
small
rooms;
but
as
the
Junta
had
now,
besides
the
Duke,
only
two
members,
and
as
no
member
might
introduce
more
than
one
guest,
there
was
ample
space.
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