鈥楾rust Hugh for not agreeing with anything he doesn鈥檛 understand,鈥?she said. Confusion! Oliver heard him mutter, under his breath. "Cover up your head, boy, and don't interfere with me, or I'll murder you!" he said in a low, stern voice. 福利彩票双色球20190920 Confusion! Oliver heard him mutter, under his breath. "Cover up your head, boy, and don't interfere with me, or I'll murder you!" he said in a low, stern voice. 鈥楧on鈥檛 go unless you wish,鈥?he said suddenly. 鈥楪ive up the catalogue altogether if you like.鈥? Nor did it seem to me to be possible that I should ever become a good speaker. I had no special gifts that way, and had not studied the art early enough in life to overcome natural difficulties. I had found that, with infinite labour, I could learn a few sentences by heart, and deliver them, monotonously indeed, but clearly. Or, again, if there were something special to be said, I could say it in a commonplace fashion 鈥?but always as though I were in a hurry, and with the fear before me of being thought to be prolix. But I had no power of combining, as a public speaker should always do, that which I had studied with that which occurred to me at the moment. It must be all lesson 鈥?which I found to be best; or else all impromptu 鈥?which was very bad, indeed, unless I had something special on my mind. I was thus aware that I could do no good by going into Parliament 鈥?that the time for it, if there could have been a time, had gone by. But still I had an almost insane desire to sit there, and be able to assure myself that my uncle鈥檚 scorn had not been deserved. Denton is the name by which we know you, said Oliver. "Whether it is your real name or not I don't know or care. I know you have no business here, and you must leave instantly." A sudden idiotic courage possessed her; she proposed to put things to the touch. The flickering firelight and her sense of convalescence inspired her. He had called her 鈥楬elper,鈥?he had said a thousand things behind which meaning might lurk. It was her business, like that of every sensible girl who wants to be married, to show him that his shy priest-like advances met a slightly less shy welcome. A wave of calculating fatuousness combed over her. That visit of the Crowthers seemed much longer than any other afternoon call. The Crowthers, husband, and wife, and elder daughter, had an inquisitorial air, Isola fancied, an air of scrutinizing her house and herself and her surroundings, which was intolerable to her; although on Mrs. Crowther's part she knew the scrutiny was made in the[Pg 100] utmost benevolence, and the officiousness was the outcome of a nature overflowing with the milk of human kindness. 鈥榃hy did you cut me the other day, Mr. Larkins?鈥?suddenly asked Captain Mountcharles, with the idea of creating some diversion. Confusion! Oliver heard him mutter, under his breath. "Cover up your head, boy, and don't interfere with me, or I'll murder you!" he said in a low, stern voice. Captain Hulbert stayed with them all the evening, and[Pg 238] planned a sail to Mentone for the following day, Isola again begging to be left out of their plans, as she had done at Fowey.