The Forsyte Saga - Complete

ng almost from the moment of old Jolyon's retirement from the Chairmanship, had lately run down so fast that there was now nothing for it but a 'winding-up.' He took the letter out to lunch

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tel, Richmond. The two have been observed to meet daily during the past week in Richmond Park. Nothing absolutely crucial has so far been notified. But in conjunction with

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s own solicitor. He could not treat this scandalous matter in his own office. He must commit the soul of his private dignity to a stranger, some other professional dealer in family dishonour. Who was there he could go to? Linkman and Laver in Budge Row, perhaps-reliable, not too conspicuous, only nodding acquaintances. But before

intrusion of flies. Two or three had tried to come in, and been caught, so that they seemed to be clinging there with the intenti

going to act. I suppose you know who the lady you've been watching really is?" Mr. Polteed's expression at that moment was a masterpiece. It so clearly said: 'Well, what do you think

ucting Linkman and Laver of Budge Row to act for me. I don't want to hear your evidence, but

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usual between him and the door. In the sunlight of Piccadilly he wiped his forehead. This had been the wors

ame flesh and blood-understand, and comfort him, and become more rich and cultured than himself because he would start even better off. To get old-like that thin, grey wiry-frail figure sitting there-and be quite alone with possessions heaping up around him; to take no interest in anything beca

emories and torture. Visions of Irene, almost the solid feeling of her body, beset him. Why had he ever been fool enough