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CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER | No speaker | <|quote|>CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER</|quote|>"Was anyone hurt?" "No one, | <|quote|>CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER</|quote|>"Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," | <|quote|>CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER</|quote|>"Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need | <|quote|>CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER</|quote|>"Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need... | <|quote|>CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER</|quote|>"Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need... | <|quote|>CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER</|quote|>"Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need... | <|quote|>CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER</|quote|>"Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need... | <|quote|>CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER</|quote|>"Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Was anyone hurt?" | John Beaver | DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER<|quote|>"Was anyone hurt?"</|quote|>"No one, I am thankful | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER<|quote|>"Was anyone hurt?"</|quote|>"No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER<|quote|>"Was anyone hurt?"</|quote|>"No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need ... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER<|quote|>"Was anyone hurt?"</|quote|>"No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need ... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER<|quote|>"Was anyone hurt?"</|quote|>"No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need ... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER<|quote|>"Was anyone hurt?"</|quote|>"No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need ... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER<|quote|>"Was anyone hurt?"</|quote|>"No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need ... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER<|quote|>"Was anyone hurt?"</|quote|>"No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"No one, I am thankful to say," | Mrs. Beaver | CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?"<|quote|>"No one, I am thankful to say,"</|quote|>said Mrs Beaver, "except two | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?"<|quote|>"No one, I am thankful to say,"</|quote|>said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?"<|quote|>"No one, I am thankful to say,"</|quote|>said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need ... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?"<|quote|>"No one, I am thankful to say,"</|quote|>said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need ... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?"<|quote|>"No one, I am thankful to say,"</|quote|>said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need ... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?"<|quote|>"No one, I am thankful to say,"</|quote|>said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need ... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?"<|quote|>"No one, I am thankful to say,"</|quote|>said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need ... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?"<|quote|>"No one, I am thankful to say,"</|quote|>said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need ... | A Handful Of Dust |
said Mrs Beaver, | No speaker | I am thankful to say,"<|quote|>said Mrs Beaver,</|quote|>"except two housemaids who lost | "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say,"<|quote|>said Mrs Beaver,</|quote|>"except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say,"<|quote|>said Mrs Beaver,</|quote|>"except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need ... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say,"<|quote|>said Mrs Beaver,</|quote|>"except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need ... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say,"<|quote|>said Mrs Beaver,</|quote|>"except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need ... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say,"<|quote|>said Mrs Beaver,</|quote|>"except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need ... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say,"<|quote|>said Mrs Beaver,</|quote|>"except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need ... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say,"<|quote|>said Mrs Beaver,</|quote|>"except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everything black with smoke and drenched in water and luckily they had that old-fashioned sort of extinguish... | Mrs. Beaver | to say," said Mrs Beaver,<|quote|>"except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everything black with smoke and drenched in water and luckily they had tha... | "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver,<|quote|>"except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everything black with smoke and drenched in water a... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver,<|quote|>"except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up,... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver,<|quote|>"except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up,... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver,<|quote|>"except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up,... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver,<|quote|>"except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up,... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver,<|quote|>"except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up,... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver,<|quote|>"except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up,... | A Handful Of Dust |
Mrs Beaver stood with her back to the fire, eating her morning yoghourt. She held the carton close under her chin and gobbled with a spoon. | No speaker | Mrs Shutter snaps them up."<|quote|>Mrs Beaver stood with her back to the fire, eating her morning yoghourt. She held the carton close under her chin and gobbled with a spoon.</|quote|>"Heavens, how nasty this stuff | this morning before that ghoul Mrs Shutter snaps them up."<|quote|>Mrs Beaver stood with her back to the fire, eating her morning yoghourt. She held the carton close under her chin and gobbled with a spoon.</|quote|>"Heavens, how nasty this stuff is. I wish you'd take | drenched in water and luckily they had that old-fashioned sort of extinguisher that ruins _everything_. One really cannot complain. The chief rooms were _completely_ gutted and everything was insured. Sylvia Newport knows the people. I must get on to them this morning before that ghoul Mrs Shutter snaps them up."<|quot... | thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everything black with smoke and drenched in water and luckily they had th... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Heavens, how nasty this stuff is. I wish you'd take to it, John. You're looking so tired lately. I don't know how I should get through my day without it." | Mrs. Beaver | and gobbled with a spoon.<|quote|>"Heavens, how nasty this stuff is. I wish you'd take to it, John. You're looking so tired lately. I don't know how I should get through my day without it."</|quote|>"But, mumsy, I haven't as | carton close under her chin and gobbled with a spoon.<|quote|>"Heavens, how nasty this stuff is. I wish you'd take to it, John. You're looking so tired lately. I don't know how I should get through my day without it."</|quote|>"But, mumsy, I haven't as much to do as you | everything was insured. Sylvia Newport knows the people. I must get on to them this morning before that ghoul Mrs Shutter snaps them up." Mrs Beaver stood with her back to the fire, eating her morning yoghourt. She held the carton close under her chin and gobbled with a spoon.<|quote|>"Heavens, how nasty this stuff is.... | no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everything black with smoke and drenched in water and luckily they had that old-fashioned sort of extinguisher that ruins _everything_. One really cannot complain. The chief rooms were _completely_ gutted and everything... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | A Handful Of Dust |
"But, mumsy, I haven't as much to do as you have." | John Beaver | through my day without it."<|quote|>"But, mumsy, I haven't as much to do as you have."</|quote|>"That's true, my son." * | know how I should get through my day without it."<|quote|>"But, mumsy, I haven't as much to do as you have."</|quote|>"That's true, my son." * * * * * John | to the fire, eating her morning yoghourt. She held the carton close under her chin and gobbled with a spoon. "Heavens, how nasty this stuff is. I wish you'd take to it, John. You're looking so tired lately. I don't know how I should get through my day without it."<|quote|>"But, mumsy, I haven't as much to do as you hav... | had that old-fashioned sort of extinguisher that ruins _everything_. One really cannot complain. The chief rooms were _completely_ gutted and everything was insured. Sylvia Newport knows the people. I must get on to them this morning before that ghoul Mrs Shutter snaps them up." Mrs Beaver stood with her back to the fi... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | A Handful Of Dust |
"That's true, my son." | Mrs. Beaver | to do as you have."<|quote|>"That's true, my son."</|quote|>* * * * * | mumsy, I haven't as much to do as you have."<|quote|>"That's true, my son."</|quote|>* * * * * John Beaver lived with his | close under her chin and gobbled with a spoon. "Heavens, how nasty this stuff is. I wish you'd take to it, John. You're looking so tired lately. I don't know how I should get through my day without it." "But, mumsy, I haven't as much to do as you have."<|quote|>"That's true, my son."</|quote|>* * * * * John Beaver live... | cannot complain. The chief rooms were _completely_ gutted and everything was insured. Sylvia Newport knows the people. I must get on to them this morning before that ghoul Mrs Shutter snaps them up." Mrs Beaver stood with her back to the fire, eating her morning yoghourt. She held the carton close under her chin and go... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | A Handful Of Dust |
* * * * * John Beaver lived with his mother at the house in Sussex Gardens where they had moved after his father's death. There was little in it to suggest the austerely elegant interiors which Mrs Beaver planned for her customers. It was crowded with the unsaleable furniture of two larger houses, without pretension to... | No speaker | have." "That's true, my son."<|quote|>* * * * * John Beaver lived with his mother at the house in Sussex Gardens where they had moved after his father's death. There was little in it to suggest the austerely elegant interiors which Mrs Beaver planned for her customers. It was crowded with the unsaleable furniture of tw... | much to do as you have." "That's true, my son."<|quote|>* * * * * John Beaver lived with his mother at the house in Sussex Gardens where they had moved after his father's death. There was little in it to suggest the austerely elegant interiors which Mrs Beaver planned for her customers. It was crowded with the unsaleab... | and gobbled with a spoon. "Heavens, how nasty this stuff is. I wish you'd take to it, John. You're looking so tired lately. I don't know how I should get through my day without it." "But, mumsy, I haven't as much to do as you have." "That's true, my son."<|quote|>* * * * * John Beaver lived with his mother at the house... | rooms were _completely_ gutted and everything was insured. Sylvia Newport knows the people. I must get on to them this morning before that ghoul Mrs Shutter snaps them up." Mrs Beaver stood with her back to the fire, eating her morning yoghourt. She held the carton close under her chin and gobbled with a spoon. "Heaven... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | A Handful Of Dust |
"What was your evening?" | Mrs. Beaver | their morning interchange of gossip.<|quote|>"What was your evening?"</|quote|>"Audrey rang up at eight | she had grown to value their morning interchange of gossip.<|quote|>"What was your evening?"</|quote|>"Audrey rang up at eight and asked me to dinner. | at her shop punctually at nine, and by half-past eleven she needed a break. Then, if no important customer was imminent, she would get into her two-seater and drive home to Sussex Gardens. Beaver was usually dressed by then and she had grown to value their morning interchange of gossip.<|quote|>"What was your evening?"... | no one had been able to find anything for him to do. So he got up late and sat near his telephone most of the day, hoping to be rung up. Whenever it was possible, Mrs Beaver took an hour off in the middle of the morning. She was always at her shop punctually at nine, and by half-past eleven she needed a break. Then, if... | pipes, buttonhooks and hat brushes. There were four servants, all female and all, save one, elderly. When anyone asked Beaver why he stayed there instead of setting up on his own, he sometimes said that he thought his mother liked having him there (in spite of her business she was lonely); sometimes that it saved him a... | I should get through my day without it." "But, mumsy, I haven't as much to do as you have." "That's true, my son." * * * * * John Beaver lived with his mother at the house in Sussex Gardens where they had moved after his father's death. There was little in it to suggest the austerely elegant interiors which Mrs Beaver ... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | bound to need doing up, everything black with smoke and drenched in water and luckily they had that old-fashioned sort of extinguisher that ruins _everything_. One really cannot complain. The chief rooms were _completely_ gutted and everything was insured. Sylvia Newport knows the people. I must get on to them this mor... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Audrey rang up at eight and asked me to dinner. Ten of us at the Embassy, rather dreary. Afterwards we all went on to a party given by a woman called de Trommet." | John Beaver | gossip. "What was your evening?"<|quote|>"Audrey rang up at eight and asked me to dinner. Ten of us at the Embassy, rather dreary. Afterwards we all went on to a party given by a woman called de Trommet."</|quote|>"I know who you mean. | value their morning interchange of gossip. "What was your evening?"<|quote|>"Audrey rang up at eight and asked me to dinner. Ten of us at the Embassy, rather dreary. Afterwards we all went on to a party given by a woman called de Trommet."</|quote|>"I know who you mean. American. She hasn't paid for | at nine, and by half-past eleven she needed a break. Then, if no important customer was imminent, she would get into her two-seater and drive home to Sussex Gardens. Beaver was usually dressed by then and she had grown to value their morning interchange of gossip. "What was your evening?"<|quote|>"Audrey rang up at eig... | able to find anything for him to do. So he got up late and sat near his telephone most of the day, hoping to be rung up. Whenever it was possible, Mrs Beaver took an hour off in the middle of the morning. She was always at her shop punctually at nine, and by half-past eleven she needed a break. Then, if no important cu... | brushes. There were four servants, all female and all, save one, elderly. When anyone asked Beaver why he stayed there instead of setting up on his own, he sometimes said that he thought his mother liked having him there (in spite of her business she was lonely); sometimes that it saved him at least five pounds a week.... | my day without it." "But, mumsy, I haven't as much to do as you have." "That's true, my son." * * * * * John Beaver lived with his mother at the house in Sussex Gardens where they had moved after his father's death. There was little in it to suggest the austerely elegant interiors which Mrs Beaver planned for her custo... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everything black with smoke and drenched in water and luckily they had that old-fashioned sort of extinguisher that ruins _everything_. One really cannot complain. The chief rooms were _completely_ gutted and ev... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I know who you mean. American. She hasn't paid for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't hold a card all the evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad." | Mrs. Beaver | a woman called de Trommet."<|quote|>"I know who you mean. American. She hasn't paid for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't hold a card all the evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad."</|quote|>"Poor mumsy." "I'm lunching at | to a party given by a woman called de Trommet."<|quote|>"I know who you mean. American. She hasn't paid for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't hold a card all the evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad."</|quote|>"Poor mumsy." "I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. W... | by then and she had grown to value their morning interchange of gossip. "What was your evening?" "Audrey rang up at eight and asked me to dinner. Ten of us at the Embassy, rather dreary. Afterwards we all went on to a party given by a woman called de Trommet."<|quote|>"I know who you mean. American. She hasn't paid for... | took an hour off in the middle of the morning. She was always at her shop punctually at nine, and by half-past eleven she needed a break. Then, if no important customer was imminent, she would get into her two-seater and drive home to Sussex Gardens. Beaver was usually dressed by then and she had grown to value their m... | his mother liked having him there (in spite of her business she was lonely); sometimes that it saved him at least five pounds a week. His total income varied around six pounds a week, so this was an important saving. He was twenty-five years old. From leaving Oxford until the beginning of the slump he had worked in an ... | in Sussex Gardens where they had moved after his father's death. There was little in it to suggest the austerely elegant interiors which Mrs Beaver planned for her customers. It was crowded with the unsaleable furniture of two larger houses, without pretension to any period, least of all to the present. The best pieces... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | as you have." "That's true, my son." * * * * * John Beaver lived with his mother at the house in Sussex Gardens where they had moved after his father's death. There was little in it to suggest the austerely elegant interiors which Mrs Beaver planned for her customers. It was crowded with the unsaleable furniture of two... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Poor mumsy." | John Beaver | pounds ten to the bad."<|quote|>"Poor mumsy."</|quote|>"I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. | evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad."<|quote|>"Poor mumsy."</|quote|>"I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. What are you doing? I | a party given by a woman called de Trommet." "I know who you mean. American. She hasn't paid for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't hold a card all the evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad."<|quote|>"Poor mumsy."</|quote|>"I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. What... | drive home to Sussex Gardens. Beaver was usually dressed by then and she had grown to value their morning interchange of gossip. "What was your evening?" "Audrey rang up at eight and asked me to dinner. Ten of us at the Embassy, rather dreary. Afterwards we all went on to a party given by a woman called de Trommet." "I... | was twenty-five years old. From leaving Oxford until the beginning of the slump he had worked in an advertising agency. Since then no one had been able to find anything for him to do. So he got up late and sat near his telephone most of the day, hoping to be rung up. Whenever it was possible, Mrs Beaver took an hour of... | pretension to any period, least of all to the present. The best pieces and those which had sentimental interest for Mrs Beaver were in the L-shaped drawing-room upstairs. Beaver had a dark little sitting-room (on the ground floor, behind the dining-room) and his own telephone. The elderly parlourmaid looked after his c... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | business she was lonely); sometimes that it saved him at least five pounds a week. His total income varied around six pounds a week, so this was an important saving. He was twenty-five years old. From leaving Oxford until the beginning of the slump he had worked in an advertising agency. Since then no one had been able... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. What are you doing? I didn't order anything here, I'm afraid." | Mrs. Beaver | to the bad." "Poor mumsy."<|quote|>"I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. What are you doing? I didn't order anything here, I'm afraid."</|quote|>"Nothing so far. I can | came away four pounds ten to the bad." "Poor mumsy."<|quote|>"I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. What are you doing? I didn't order anything here, I'm afraid."</|quote|>"Nothing so far. I can always go round to Bratt's." | given by a woman called de Trommet." "I know who you mean. American. She hasn't paid for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't hold a card all the evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad." "Poor mumsy."<|quote|>"I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. What are you doing? I... | to Sussex Gardens. Beaver was usually dressed by then and she had grown to value their morning interchange of gossip. "What was your evening?" "Audrey rang up at eight and asked me to dinner. Ten of us at the Embassy, rather dreary. Afterwards we all went on to a party given by a woman called de Trommet." "I know who y... | years old. From leaving Oxford until the beginning of the slump he had worked in an advertising agency. Since then no one had been able to find anything for him to do. So he got up late and sat near his telephone most of the day, hoping to be rung up. Whenever it was possible, Mrs Beaver took an hour off in the middle ... | any period, least of all to the present. The best pieces and those which had sentimental interest for Mrs Beaver were in the L-shaped drawing-room upstairs. Beaver had a dark little sitting-room (on the ground floor, behind the dining-room) and his own telephone. The elderly parlourmaid looked after his clothes. She al... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | and hunting flasks, cigar cases, tobacco jars, jockeys, elaborate meerschaum pipes, buttonhooks and hat brushes. There were four servants, all female and all, save one, elderly. When anyone asked Beaver why he stayed there instead of setting up on his own, he sometimes said that he thought his mother liked having him t... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Nothing so far. I can always go round to Bratt's." | John Beaver | order anything here, I'm afraid."<|quote|>"Nothing so far. I can always go round to Bratt's."</|quote|>"But that's so expensive. I'm | are you doing? I didn't order anything here, I'm afraid."<|quote|>"Nothing so far. I can always go round to Bratt's."</|quote|>"But that's so expensive. I'm sure if we ask Chambers | for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't hold a card all the evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad." "Poor mumsy." "I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. What are you doing? I didn't order anything here, I'm afraid."<|quote|>"Nothing so far. I can always go round to B... | morning interchange of gossip. "What was your evening?" "Audrey rang up at eight and asked me to dinner. Ten of us at the Embassy, rather dreary. Afterwards we all went on to a party given by a woman called de Trommet." "I know who you mean. American. She hasn't paid for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last ... | advertising agency. Since then no one had been able to find anything for him to do. So he got up late and sat near his telephone most of the day, hoping to be rung up. Whenever it was possible, Mrs Beaver took an hour off in the middle of the morning. She was always at her shop punctually at nine, and by half-past elev... | interest for Mrs Beaver were in the L-shaped drawing-room upstairs. Beaver had a dark little sitting-room (on the ground floor, behind the dining-room) and his own telephone. The elderly parlourmaid looked after his clothes. She also dusted, polished and maintained in symmetrical order on his dressing table and on the ... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | of her business she was lonely); sometimes that it saved him at least five pounds a week. His total income varied around six pounds a week, so this was an important saving. He was twenty-five years old. From leaving Oxford until the beginning of the slump he had worked in an advertising agency. Since then no one had be... | A Handful Of Dust |
"But that's so expensive. I'm sure if we ask Chambers she'll be able to get you something in. I thought you were certain to be out." | Mrs. Beaver | always go round to Bratt's."<|quote|>"But that's so expensive. I'm sure if we ask Chambers she'll be able to get you something in. I thought you were certain to be out."</|quote|>"Well, I still may be. | "Nothing so far. I can always go round to Bratt's."<|quote|>"But that's so expensive. I'm sure if we ask Chambers she'll be able to get you something in. I thought you were certain to be out."</|quote|>"Well, I still may be. It isn't twelve yet." (Most | I had a dull time too; didn't hold a card all the evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad." "Poor mumsy." "I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. What are you doing? I didn't order anything here, I'm afraid." "Nothing so far. I can always go round to Bratt's."<|quote|>"But that's so expensive. I'm sure if we ask Chamb... | up at eight and asked me to dinner. Ten of us at the Embassy, rather dreary. Afterwards we all went on to a party given by a woman called de Trommet." "I know who you mean. American. She hasn't paid for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't hold a card all the evening and ... | find anything for him to do. So he got up late and sat near his telephone most of the day, hoping to be rung up. Whenever it was possible, Mrs Beaver took an hour off in the middle of the morning. She was always at her shop punctually at nine, and by half-past eleven she needed a break. Then, if no important customer w... | Beaver had a dark little sitting-room (on the ground floor, behind the dining-room) and his own telephone. The elderly parlourmaid looked after his clothes. She also dusted, polished and maintained in symmetrical order on his dressing table and on the top of his chest of drawers the collection of sombre and bulky objec... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | around six pounds a week, so this was an important saving. He was twenty-five years old. From leaving Oxford until the beginning of the slump he had worked in an advertising agency. Since then no one had been able to find anything for him to do. So he got up late and sat near his telephone most of the day, hoping to be... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Well, I still may be. It isn't twelve yet." | John Beaver | were certain to be out."<|quote|>"Well, I still may be. It isn't twelve yet."</|quote|>(Most of Beaver's invitations came | something in. I thought you were certain to be out."<|quote|>"Well, I still may be. It isn't twelve yet."</|quote|>(Most of Beaver's invitations came to him at the last | at Viola Chasm's. What are you doing? I didn't order anything here, I'm afraid." "Nothing so far. I can always go round to Bratt's." "But that's so expensive. I'm sure if we ask Chambers she'll be able to get you something in. I thought you were certain to be out."<|quote|>"Well, I still may be. It isn't twelve yet."</... | a woman called de Trommet." "I know who you mean. American. She hasn't paid for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't hold a card all the evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad." "Poor mumsy." "I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. What are you doing? I didn't order any... | it was possible, Mrs Beaver took an hour off in the middle of the morning. She was always at her shop punctually at nine, and by half-past eleven she needed a break. Then, if no important customer was imminent, she would get into her two-seater and drive home to Sussex Gardens. Beaver was usually dressed by then and sh... | dusted, polished and maintained in symmetrical order on his dressing table and on the top of his chest of drawers the collection of sombre and bulky objects that had stood in his father's dressing-room; indestructible presents for his wedding and twenty-first birthday, ivory, brass bound, covered in pigskin, crested an... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | income varied around six pounds a week, so this was an important saving. He was twenty-five years old. From leaving Oxford until the beginning of the slump he had worked in an advertising agency. Since then no one had been able to find anything for him to do. So he got up late and sat near his telephone most of the day... | A Handful Of Dust |
(Most of Beaver's invitations came to him at the last moment; occasionally even later, when he had already begun to eat a solitary meal from a tray... | No speaker | be. It isn't twelve yet."<|quote|>(Most of Beaver's invitations came to him at the last moment; occasionally even later, when he had already begun to eat a solitary meal from a tray...</|quote|>"John, darling, there's been a | out." "Well, I still may be. It isn't twelve yet."<|quote|>(Most of Beaver's invitations came to him at the last moment; occasionally even later, when he had already begun to eat a solitary meal from a tray...</|quote|>"John, darling, there's been a muddle and Sonia has arrived | order anything here, I'm afraid." "Nothing so far. I can always go round to Bratt's." "But that's so expensive. I'm sure if we ask Chambers she'll be able to get you something in. I thought you were certain to be out." "Well, I still may be. It isn't twelve yet."<|quote|>(Most of Beaver's invitations came to him at the... | mean. American. She hasn't paid for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't hold a card all the evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad." "Poor mumsy." "I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. What are you doing? I didn't order anything here, I'm afraid." "Nothing so far. I ... | in the middle of the morning. She was always at her shop punctually at nine, and by half-past eleven she needed a break. Then, if no important customer was imminent, she would get into her two-seater and drive home to Sussex Gardens. Beaver was usually dressed by then and she had grown to value their morning interchang... | dressing table and on the top of his chest of drawers the collection of sombre and bulky objects that had stood in his father's dressing-room; indestructible presents for his wedding and twenty-first birthday, ivory, brass bound, covered in pigskin, crested and gold mounted, suggestive of expensive Edwardian masculinit... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | no one had been able to find anything for him to do. So he got up late and sat near his telephone most of the day, hoping to be rung up. Whenever it was possible, Mrs Beaver took an hour off in the middle of the morning. She was always at her shop punctually at nine, and by half-past eleven she needed a break. Then, if... | A Handful Of Dust |
"John, darling, there's been a muddle and Sonia has arrived without Reggie. Could you be an angel and help me out? Only be quick, because we're going in now" | Mrs. Beaver | solitary meal from a tray...<|quote|>"John, darling, there's been a muddle and Sonia has arrived without Reggie. Could you be an angel and help me out? Only be quick, because we're going in now"</|quote|>"... Then he would go | already begun to eat a solitary meal from a tray...<|quote|>"John, darling, there's been a muddle and Sonia has arrived without Reggie. Could you be an angel and help me out? Only be quick, because we're going in now"</|quote|>"... Then he would go headlong for a taxi and | able to get you something in. I thought you were certain to be out." "Well, I still may be. It isn't twelve yet." (Most of Beaver's invitations came to him at the last moment; occasionally even later, when he had already begun to eat a solitary meal from a tray...<|quote|>"John, darling, there's been a muddle and Sonia... | evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad." "Poor mumsy." "I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. What are you doing? I didn't order anything here, I'm afraid." "Nothing so far. I can always go round to Bratt's." "But that's so expensive. I'm sure if we ask Chambers she'll be able to get you something in. I thought you ... | customer was imminent, she would get into her two-seater and drive home to Sussex Gardens. Beaver was usually dressed by then and she had grown to value their morning interchange of gossip. "What was your evening?" "Audrey rang up at eight and asked me to dinner. Ten of us at the Embassy, rather dreary. Afterwards we a... | for his wedding and twenty-first birthday, ivory, brass bound, covered in pigskin, crested and gold mounted, suggestive of expensive Edwardian masculinity--racing flasks and hunting flasks, cigar cases, tobacco jars, jockeys, elaborate meerschaum pipes, buttonhooks and hat brushes. There were four servants, all female ... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | nasty this stuff is. I wish you'd take to it, John. You're looking so tired lately. I don't know how I should get through my day without it." "But, mumsy, I haven't as much to do as you have." "That's true, my son." * * * * * John Beaver lived with his mother at the house in Sussex Gardens where they had moved after hi... | A Handful Of Dust |
"... Then he would go headlong for a taxi and arrive, with apologies, after the first course... One of his few recent quarrels with his mother had occurred when he left a luncheon party of hers in this way.) | No speaker | because we're going in now"<|quote|>"... Then he would go headlong for a taxi and arrive, with apologies, after the first course... One of his few recent quarrels with his mother had occurred when he left a luncheon party of hers in this way.)</|quote|>"Where are you going for | me out? Only be quick, because we're going in now"<|quote|>"... Then he would go headlong for a taxi and arrive, with apologies, after the first course... One of his few recent quarrels with his mother had occurred when he left a luncheon party of hers in this way.)</|quote|>"Where are you going for the week-end?" "Het... | him at the last moment; occasionally even later, when he had already begun to eat a solitary meal from a tray... "John, darling, there's been a muddle and Sonia has arrived without Reggie. Could you be an angel and help me out? Only be quick, because we're going in now"<|quote|>"... Then he would go headlong for a taxi... | so far. I can always go round to Bratt's." "But that's so expensive. I'm sure if we ask Chambers she'll be able to get you something in. I thought you were certain to be out." "Well, I still may be. It isn't twelve yet." (Most of Beaver's invitations came to him at the last moment; occasionally even later, when he had ... | interchange of gossip. "What was your evening?" "Audrey rang up at eight and asked me to dinner. Ten of us at the Embassy, rather dreary. Afterwards we all went on to a party given by a woman called de Trommet." "I know who you mean. American. She hasn't paid for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I... | jockeys, elaborate meerschaum pipes, buttonhooks and hat brushes. There were four servants, all female and all, save one, elderly. When anyone asked Beaver why he stayed there instead of setting up on his own, he sometimes said that he thought his mother liked having him there (in spite of her business she was lonely);... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | and by half-past eleven she needed a break. Then, if no important customer was imminent, she would get into her two-seater and drive home to Sussex Gardens. Beaver was usually dressed by then and she had grown to value their morning interchange of gossip. "What was your evening?" "Audrey rang up at eight and asked me t... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Where are you going for the week-end?" | Mrs. Beaver | of hers in this way.)<|quote|>"Where are you going for the week-end?"</|quote|>"Hetton." "Who's that? I forget." | he left a luncheon party of hers in this way.)<|quote|>"Where are you going for the week-end?"</|quote|>"Hetton." "Who's that? I forget." "Tony Last." "Yes, of course. | help me out? Only be quick, because we're going in now" "... Then he would go headlong for a taxi and arrive, with apologies, after the first course... One of his few recent quarrels with his mother had occurred when he left a luncheon party of hers in this way.)<|quote|>"Where are you going for the week-end?"</|quote|... | be. It isn't twelve yet." (Most of Beaver's invitations came to him at the last moment; occasionally even later, when he had already begun to eat a solitary meal from a tray... "John, darling, there's been a muddle and Sonia has arrived without Reggie. Could you be an angel and help me out? Only be quick, because we're... | Trommet." "I know who you mean. American. She hasn't paid for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't hold a card all the evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad." "Poor mumsy." "I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. What are you doing? I didn't order anything here, I'm af... | thought his mother liked having him there (in spite of her business she was lonely); sometimes that it saved him at least five pounds a week. His total income varied around six pounds a week, so this was an important saving. He was twenty-five years old. From leaving Oxford until the beginning of the slump he had worke... | CHAPTER I DU C?T? DE CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everyth... | the ground floor, behind the dining-room) and his own telephone. The elderly parlourmaid looked after his clothes. She also dusted, polished and maintained in symmetrical order on his dressing table and on the top of his chest of drawers the collection of sombre and bulky objects that had stood in his father's dressing... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Hetton." | John Beaver | you going for the week-end?"<|quote|>"Hetton."</|quote|>"Who's that? I forget." "Tony | in this way.) "Where are you going for the week-end?"<|quote|>"Hetton."</|quote|>"Who's that? I forget." "Tony Last." "Yes, of course. She's | we're going in now" "... Then he would go headlong for a taxi and arrive, with apologies, after the first course... One of his few recent quarrels with his mother had occurred when he left a luncheon party of hers in this way.) "Where are you going for the week-end?"<|quote|>"Hetton."</|quote|>"Who's that? I forget." "... | Beaver's invitations came to him at the last moment; occasionally even later, when he had already begun to eat a solitary meal from a tray... "John, darling, there's been a muddle and Sonia has arrived without Reggie. Could you be an angel and help me out? Only be quick, because we're going in now" "... Then he would g... | She hasn't paid for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't hold a card all the evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad." "Poor mumsy." "I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. What are you doing? I didn't order anything here, I'm afraid." "Nothing so far. I can always go ro... | (in spite of her business she was lonely); sometimes that it saved him at least five pounds a week. His total income varied around six pounds a week, so this was an important saving. He was twenty-five years old. From leaving Oxford until the beginning of the slump he had worked in an advertising agency. Since then no ... | CHEZ BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everything black with smoke ... | interiors which Mrs Beaver planned for her customers. It was crowded with the unsaleable furniture of two larger houses, without pretension to any period, least of all to the present. The best pieces and those which had sentimental interest for Mrs Beaver were in the L-shaped drawing-room upstairs. Beaver had a dark li... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Who's that? I forget." | Mrs. Beaver | going for the week-end?" "Hetton."<|quote|>"Who's that? I forget."</|quote|>"Tony Last." "Yes, of course. | this way.) "Where are you going for the week-end?" "Hetton."<|quote|>"Who's that? I forget."</|quote|>"Tony Last." "Yes, of course. She's lovely, he's rather a | going in now" "... Then he would go headlong for a taxi and arrive, with apologies, after the first course... One of his few recent quarrels with his mother had occurred when he left a luncheon party of hers in this way.) "Where are you going for the week-end?" "Hetton."<|quote|>"Who's that? I forget."</|quote|>"Tony L... | invitations came to him at the last moment; occasionally even later, when he had already begun to eat a solitary meal from a tray... "John, darling, there's been a muddle and Sonia has arrived without Reggie. Could you be an angel and help me out? Only be quick, because we're going in now" "... Then he would go headlon... | hasn't paid for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't hold a card all the evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad." "Poor mumsy." "I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. What are you doing? I didn't order anything here, I'm afraid." "Nothing so far. I can always go round ... | spite of her business she was lonely); sometimes that it saved him at least five pounds a week. His total income varied around six pounds a week, so this was an important saving. He was twenty-five years old. From leaving Oxford until the beginning of the slump he had worked in an advertising agency. Since then no one ... | BEAVER "Was anyone hurt?" "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everything black with smoke and d... | He was twenty-five years old. From leaving Oxford until the beginning of the slump he had worked in an advertising agency. Since then no one had been able to find anything for him to do. So he got up late and sat near his telephone most of the day, hoping to be rung up. Whenever it was possible, Mrs Beaver took an hour... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Tony Last." | John Beaver | "Hetton." "Who's that? I forget."<|quote|>"Tony Last."</|quote|>"Yes, of course. She's lovely, | you going for the week-end?" "Hetton." "Who's that? I forget."<|quote|>"Tony Last."</|quote|>"Yes, of course. She's lovely, he's rather a stick. I | Then he would go headlong for a taxi and arrive, with apologies, after the first course... One of his few recent quarrels with his mother had occurred when he left a luncheon party of hers in this way.) "Where are you going for the week-end?" "Hetton." "Who's that? I forget."<|quote|>"Tony Last."</|quote|>"Yes, of cour... | at the last moment; occasionally even later, when he had already begun to eat a solitary meal from a tray... "John, darling, there's been a muddle and Sonia has arrived without Reggie. Could you be an angel and help me out? Only be quick, because we're going in now" "... Then he would go headlong for a taxi and arrive,... | toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't hold a card all the evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad." "Poor mumsy." "I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. What are you doing? I didn't order anything here, I'm afraid." "Nothing so far. I can always go round to Bratt's." "But th... | she was lonely); sometimes that it saved him at least five pounds a week. His total income varied around six pounds a week, so this was an important saving. He was twenty-five years old. From leaving Oxford until the beginning of the slump he had worked in an advertising agency. Since then no one had been able to find ... | "No one, I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everything black with smoke and drenched in water and lucki... | female and all, save one, elderly. When anyone asked Beaver why he stayed there instead of setting up on his own, he sometimes said that he thought his mother liked having him there (in spite of her business she was lonely); sometimes that it saved him at least five pounds a week. His total income varied around six pou... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Yes, of course. She's lovely, he's rather a stick. I didn't know you knew them." | Mrs. Beaver | that? I forget." "Tony Last."<|quote|>"Yes, of course. She's lovely, he's rather a stick. I didn't know you knew them."</|quote|>"Well, I don't really. Tony | for the week-end?" "Hetton." "Who's that? I forget." "Tony Last."<|quote|>"Yes, of course. She's lovely, he's rather a stick. I didn't know you knew them."</|quote|>"Well, I don't really. Tony asked me in Bratt's the | would go headlong for a taxi and arrive, with apologies, after the first course... One of his few recent quarrels with his mother had occurred when he left a luncheon party of hers in this way.) "Where are you going for the week-end?" "Hetton." "Who's that? I forget." "Tony Last."<|quote|>"Yes, of course. She's lovely,... | last moment; occasionally even later, when he had already begun to eat a solitary meal from a tray... "John, darling, there's been a muddle and Sonia has arrived without Reggie. Could you be an angel and help me out? Only be quick, because we're going in now" "... Then he would go headlong for a taxi and arrive, with a... | covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't hold a card all the evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad." "Poor mumsy." "I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. What are you doing? I didn't order anything here, I'm afraid." "Nothing so far. I can always go round to Bratt's." "But that's so expensive. I... | lonely); sometimes that it saved him at least five pounds a week. His total income varied around six pounds a week, so this was an important saving. He was twenty-five years old. From leaving Oxford until the beginning of the slump he had worked in an advertising agency. Since then no one had been able to find anything... | I am thankful to say," said Mrs Beaver, "except two housemaids who lost their heads and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everything black with smoke and drenched in water and luckily they h... | important customer was imminent, she would get into her two-seater and drive home to Sussex Gardens. Beaver was usually dressed by then and she had grown to value their morning interchange of gossip. "What was your evening?" "Audrey rang up at eight and asked me to dinner. Ten of us at the Embassy, rather dreary. After... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Well, I don't really. Tony asked me in Bratt's the other night. He may have forgotten." | John Beaver | didn't know you knew them."<|quote|>"Well, I don't really. Tony asked me in Bratt's the other night. He may have forgotten."</|quote|>"Send a telegram and remind | he's rather a stick. I didn't know you knew them."<|quote|>"Well, I don't really. Tony asked me in Bratt's the other night. He may have forgotten."</|quote|>"Send a telegram and remind them. It is far better | of his few recent quarrels with his mother had occurred when he left a luncheon party of hers in this way.) "Where are you going for the week-end?" "Hetton." "Who's that? I forget." "Tony Last." "Yes, of course. She's lovely, he's rather a stick. I didn't know you knew them."<|quote|>"Well, I don't really. Tony asked m... | from a tray... "John, darling, there's been a muddle and Sonia has arrived without Reggie. Could you be an angel and help me out? Only be quick, because we're going in now" "... Then he would go headlong for a taxi and arrive, with apologies, after the first course... One of his few recent quarrels with his mother had ... | card all the evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad." "Poor mumsy." "I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. What are you doing? I didn't order anything here, I'm afraid." "Nothing so far. I can always go round to Bratt's." "But that's so expensive. I'm sure if we ask Chambers she'll be able to get you something in. I... | varied around six pounds a week, so this was an important saving. He was twenty-five years old. From leaving Oxford until the beginning of the slump he had worked in an advertising agency. Since then no one had been able to find anything for him to do. So he got up late and sat near his telephone most of the day, hopin... | and jumped through a glass roof into the paved court. They were in no danger. The fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everything black with smoke and drenched in water and luckily they had that old-fashioned sort of extinguisher that ruins _everything_. One really canno... | without pretension to any period, least of all to the present. The best pieces and those which had sentimental interest for Mrs Beaver were in the L-shaped drawing-room upstairs. Beaver had a dark little sitting-room (on the ground floor, behind the dining-room) and his own telephone. The elderly parlourmaid looked aft... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Send a telegram and remind them. It is far better than ringing up. It gives them less chance to make excuses. Send it to-morrow just before you start. They owe me for a table." | Mrs. Beaver | night. He may have forgotten."<|quote|>"Send a telegram and remind them. It is far better than ringing up. It gives them less chance to make excuses. Send it to-morrow just before you start. They owe me for a table."</|quote|>"What's their dossier?" "I used | me in Bratt's the other night. He may have forgotten."<|quote|>"Send a telegram and remind them. It is far better than ringing up. It gives them less chance to make excuses. Send it to-morrow just before you start. They owe me for a table."</|quote|>"What's their dossier?" "I used to see her quite a | of hers in this way.) "Where are you going for the week-end?" "Hetton." "Who's that? I forget." "Tony Last." "Yes, of course. She's lovely, he's rather a stick. I didn't know you knew them." "Well, I don't really. Tony asked me in Bratt's the other night. He may have forgotten."<|quote|>"Send a telegram and remind them... | you be an angel and help me out? Only be quick, because we're going in now" "... Then he would go headlong for a taxi and arrive, with apologies, after the first course... One of his few recent quarrels with his mother had occurred when he left a luncheon party of hers in this way.) "Where are you going for the week-en... | lunching at Viola Chasm's. What are you doing? I didn't order anything here, I'm afraid." "Nothing so far. I can always go round to Bratt's." "But that's so expensive. I'm sure if we ask Chambers she'll be able to get you something in. I thought you were certain to be out." "Well, I still may be. It isn't twelve yet." ... | old. From leaving Oxford until the beginning of the slump he had worked in an advertising agency. Since then no one had been able to find anything for him to do. So he got up late and sat near his telephone most of the day, hoping to be rung up. Whenever it was possible, Mrs Beaver took an hour off in the middle of the... | fire never reached the bedrooms, I am afraid. Still, they are bound to need doing up, everything black with smoke and drenched in water and luckily they had that old-fashioned sort of extinguisher that ruins _everything_. One really cannot complain. The chief rooms were _completely_ gutted and everything was insured. S... | called de Trommet." "I know who you mean. American. She hasn't paid for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't hold a card all the evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad." "Poor mumsy." "I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. What are you doing? I didn't order anything he... | A Handful Of Dust |
"What's their dossier?" | John Beaver | owe me for a table."<|quote|>"What's their dossier?"</|quote|>"I used to see her | just before you start. They owe me for a table."<|quote|>"What's their dossier?"</|quote|>"I used to see her quite a lot before she | "Well, I don't really. Tony asked me in Bratt's the other night. He may have forgotten." "Send a telegram and remind them. It is far better than ringing up. It gives them less chance to make excuses. Send it to-morrow just before you start. They owe me for a table."<|quote|>"What's their dossier?"</|quote|>"I used to s... | of his few recent quarrels with his mother had occurred when he left a luncheon party of hers in this way.) "Where are you going for the week-end?" "Hetton." "Who's that? I forget." "Tony Last." "Yes, of course. She's lovely, he's rather a stick. I didn't know you knew them." "Well, I don't really. Tony asked me in Bra... | Chambers she'll be able to get you something in. I thought you were certain to be out." "Well, I still may be. It isn't twelve yet." (Most of Beaver's invitations came to him at the last moment; occasionally even later, when he had already begun to eat a solitary meal from a tray... "John, darling, there's been a muddl... | up late and sat near his telephone most of the day, hoping to be rung up. Whenever it was possible, Mrs Beaver took an hour off in the middle of the morning. She was always at her shop punctually at nine, and by half-past eleven she needed a break. Then, if no important customer was imminent, she would get into her two... | ruins _everything_. One really cannot complain. The chief rooms were _completely_ gutted and everything was insured. Sylvia Newport knows the people. I must get on to them this morning before that ghoul Mrs Shutter snaps them up." Mrs Beaver stood with her back to the fire, eating her morning yoghourt. She held the car... | brass bound, covered in pigskin, crested and gold mounted, suggestive of expensive Edwardian masculinity--racing flasks and hunting flasks, cigar cases, tobacco jars, jockeys, elaborate meerschaum pipes, buttonhooks and hat brushes. There were four servants, all female and all, save one, elderly. When anyone asked Beav... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I used to see her quite a lot before she married. She was Brenda Rex, Lord St Cloud's daughter, very fair, underwater look. People used to be mad about her when she was a girl. Everyone thought she would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on Tony Last, he's a prig. I should say it was time she began to be bo... | Mrs. Beaver | a table." "What's their dossier?"<|quote|>"I used to see her quite a lot before she married. She was Brenda Rex, Lord St Cloud's daughter, very fair, underwater look. People used to be mad about her when she was a girl. Everyone thought she would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on Tony Last, he's a prig. I... | start. They owe me for a table." "What's their dossier?"<|quote|>"I used to see her quite a lot before she married. She was Brenda Rex, Lord St Cloud's daughter, very fair, underwater look. People used to be mad about her when she was a girl. Everyone thought she would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on To... | really. Tony asked me in Bratt's the other night. He may have forgotten." "Send a telegram and remind them. It is far better than ringing up. It gives them less chance to make excuses. Send it to-morrow just before you start. They owe me for a table." "What's their dossier?"<|quote|>"I used to see her quite a lot befor... | recent quarrels with his mother had occurred when he left a luncheon party of hers in this way.) "Where are you going for the week-end?" "Hetton." "Who's that? I forget." "Tony Last." "Yes, of course. She's lovely, he's rather a stick. I didn't know you knew them." "Well, I don't really. Tony asked me in Bratt's the ot... | able to get you something in. I thought you were certain to be out." "Well, I still may be. It isn't twelve yet." (Most of Beaver's invitations came to him at the last moment; occasionally even later, when he had already begun to eat a solitary meal from a tray... "John, darling, there's been a muddle and Sonia has arr... | sat near his telephone most of the day, hoping to be rung up. Whenever it was possible, Mrs Beaver took an hour off in the middle of the morning. She was always at her shop punctually at nine, and by half-past eleven she needed a break. Then, if no important customer was imminent, she would get into her two-seater and ... | really cannot complain. The chief rooms were _completely_ gutted and everything was insured. Sylvia Newport knows the people. I must get on to them this morning before that ghoul Mrs Shutter snaps them up." Mrs Beaver stood with her back to the fire, eating her morning yoghourt. She held the carton close under her chin... | drive home to Sussex Gardens. Beaver was usually dressed by then and she had grown to value their morning interchange of gossip. "What was your evening?" "Audrey rang up at eight and asked me to dinner. Ten of us at the Embassy, rather dreary. Afterwards we all went on to a party given by a woman called de Trommet." "I... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Mumsy, you are wonderful. I believe you know about everyone." | John Beaver | child at least, perhaps more."<|quote|>"Mumsy, you are wonderful. I believe you know about everyone."</|quote|>"It's a great help. All | quite hideous. They've got one child at least, perhaps more."<|quote|>"Mumsy, you are wonderful. I believe you know about everyone."</|quote|>"It's a great help. All a matter of paying attention | I should say it was time she began to be bored. They've been married five or six years. Quite well off but everything goes in keeping up the house. I've never seen it but I've an idea it's huge and quite hideous. They've got one child at least, perhaps more."<|quote|>"Mumsy, you are wonderful. I believe you know about ... | to see her quite a lot before she married. She was Brenda Rex, Lord St Cloud's daughter, very fair, underwater look. People used to be mad about her when she was a girl. Everyone thought she would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on Tony Last, he's a prig. I should say it was time she began to be bored. The... | with his mother had occurred when he left a luncheon party of hers in this way.) "Where are you going for the week-end?" "Hetton." "Who's that? I forget." "Tony Last." "Yes, of course. She's lovely, he's rather a stick. I didn't know you knew them." "Well, I don't really. Tony asked me in Bratt's the other night. He ma... | rather dreary. Afterwards we all went on to a party given by a woman called de Trommet." "I know who you mean. American. She hasn't paid for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't hold a card all the evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad." "Poor mumsy." "I'm lunc... | true, my son." * * * * * John Beaver lived with his mother at the house in Sussex Gardens where they had moved after his father's death. There was little in it to suggest the austerely elegant interiors which Mrs Beaver planned for her customers. It was crowded with the unsaleable furniture of two larger houses, withou... | punctually at nine, and by half-past eleven she needed a break. Then, if no important customer was imminent, she would get into her two-seater and drive home to Sussex Gardens. Beaver was usually dressed by then and she had grown to value their morning interchange of gossip. "What was your evening?" "Audrey rang up at ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"It's a great help. All a matter of paying attention while people are talking." | Mrs. Beaver | believe you know about everyone."<|quote|>"It's a great help. All a matter of paying attention while people are talking."</|quote|>Mrs Beaver smoked a cigarette | "Mumsy, you are wonderful. I believe you know about everyone."<|quote|>"It's a great help. All a matter of paying attention while people are talking."</|quote|>Mrs Beaver smoked a cigarette and then drove back to | bored. They've been married five or six years. Quite well off but everything goes in keeping up the house. I've never seen it but I've an idea it's huge and quite hideous. They've got one child at least, perhaps more." "Mumsy, you are wonderful. I believe you know about everyone."<|quote|>"It's a great help. All a matt... | was Brenda Rex, Lord St Cloud's daughter, very fair, underwater look. People used to be mad about her when she was a girl. Everyone thought she would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on Tony Last, he's a prig. I should say it was time she began to be bored. They've been married five or six years. Quite well... | party of hers in this way.) "Where are you going for the week-end?" "Hetton." "Who's that? I forget." "Tony Last." "Yes, of course. She's lovely, he's rather a stick. I didn't know you knew them." "Well, I don't really. Tony asked me in Bratt's the other night. He may have forgotten." "Send a telegram and remind them. ... | given by a woman called de Trommet." "I know who you mean. American. She hasn't paid for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't hold a card all the evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad." "Poor mumsy." "I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. What are you doing? I didn't ... | lived with his mother at the house in Sussex Gardens where they had moved after his father's death. There was little in it to suggest the austerely elegant interiors which Mrs Beaver planned for her customers. It was crowded with the unsaleable furniture of two larger houses, without pretension to any period, least of ... | isn't twelve yet." (Most of Beaver's invitations came to him at the last moment; occasionally even later, when he had already begun to eat a solitary meal from a tray... "John, darling, there's been a muddle and Sonia has arrived without Reggie. Could you be an angel and help me out? Only be quick, because we're going ... | A Handful Of Dust |
Mrs Beaver smoked a cigarette and then drove back to her shop. An American woman bought two patchwork quilts at thirty guineas each, Lady Metroland telephoned about a bathroom ceiling, an unknown young man paid cash for a cushion; in the intervals between these events, Mrs Beaver was able to descend to the basement whe... | No speaker | attention while people are talking."<|quote|>Mrs Beaver smoked a cigarette and then drove back to her shop. An American woman bought two patchwork quilts at thirty guineas each, Lady Metroland telephoned about a bathroom ceiling, an unknown young man paid cash for a cushion; in the intervals between these events, Mrs B... | All a matter of paying attention while people are talking."<|quote|>Mrs Beaver smoked a cigarette and then drove back to her shop. An American woman bought two patchwork quilts at thirty guineas each, Lady Metroland telephoned about a bathroom ceiling, an unknown young man paid cash for a cushion; in the intervals betw... | in keeping up the house. I've never seen it but I've an idea it's huge and quite hideous. They've got one child at least, perhaps more." "Mumsy, you are wonderful. I believe you know about everyone." "It's a great help. All a matter of paying attention while people are talking."<|quote|>Mrs Beaver smoked a cigarette an... | be mad about her when she was a girl. Everyone thought she would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on Tony Last, he's a prig. I should say it was time she began to be bored. They've been married five or six years. Quite well off but everything goes in keeping up the house. I've never seen it but I've an idea... | "Who's that? I forget." "Tony Last." "Yes, of course. She's lovely, he's rather a stick. I didn't know you knew them." "Well, I don't really. Tony asked me in Bratt's the other night. He may have forgotten." "Send a telegram and remind them. It is far better than ringing up. It gives them less chance to make excuses. S... | hasn't paid for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't hold a card all the evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad." "Poor mumsy." "I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. What are you doing? I didn't order anything here, I'm afraid." "Nothing so far. I can always go round ... | after his father's death. There was little in it to suggest the austerely elegant interiors which Mrs Beaver planned for her customers. It was crowded with the unsaleable furniture of two larger houses, without pretension to any period, least of all to the present. The best pieces and those which had sentimental intere... | your evening?" "Audrey rang up at eight and asked me to dinner. Ten of us at the Embassy, rather dreary. Afterwards we all went on to a party given by a woman called de Trommet." "I know who you mean. American. She hasn't paid for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't hold... | A Handful Of Dust |
"That's the way," | Mrs. Beaver | the crates like a man.<|quote|>"That's the way,"</|quote|>she said, "you are doing | shorter one who was handling the crates like a man.<|quote|>"That's the way,"</|quote|>she said, "you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon | to the basement where two dispirited girls were packing lampshades. It was cold down there in spite of a little oil stove, and the walls were always damp. The girls were becoming quite deft, she noticed with pleasure, particularly the shorter one who was handling the crates like a man.<|quote|>"That's the way,"</|quote... | Beaver smoked a cigarette and then drove back to her shop. An American woman bought two patchwork quilts at thirty guineas each, Lady Metroland telephoned about a bathroom ceiling, an unknown young man paid cash for a cushion; in the intervals between these events, Mrs Beaver was able to descend to the basement where t... | mad about her when she was a girl. Everyone thought she would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on Tony Last, he's a prig. I should say it was time she began to be bored. They've been married five or six years. Quite well off but everything goes in keeping up the house. I've never seen it but I've an idea it... | came to him at the last moment; occasionally even later, when he had already begun to eat a solitary meal from a tray... "John, darling, there's been a muddle and Sonia has arrived without Reggie. Could you be an angel and help me out? Only be quick, because we're going in now" "... Then he would go headlong for a taxi... | the top of his chest of drawers the collection of sombre and bulky objects that had stood in his father's dressing-room; indestructible presents for his wedding and twenty-first birthday, ivory, brass bound, covered in pigskin, crested and gold mounted, suggestive of expensive Edwardian masculinity--racing flasks and h... | something in. I thought you were certain to be out." "Well, I still may be. It isn't twelve yet." (Most of Beaver's invitations came to him at the last moment; occasionally even later, when he had already begun to eat a solitary meal from a tray... "John, darling, there's been a muddle and Sonia has arrived without Reg... | A Handful Of Dust |
she said, | No speaker | a man. "That's the way,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"you are doing very nicely, | was handling the crates like a man. "That's the way,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you | where two dispirited girls were packing lampshades. It was cold down there in spite of a little oil stove, and the walls were always damp. The girls were becoming quite deft, she noticed with pleasure, particularly the shorter one who was handling the crates like a man. "That's the way,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"you... | cigarette and then drove back to her shop. An American woman bought two patchwork quilts at thirty guineas each, Lady Metroland telephoned about a bathroom ceiling, an unknown young man paid cash for a cushion; in the intervals between these events, Mrs Beaver was able to descend to the basement where two dispirited gi... | when she was a girl. Everyone thought she would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on Tony Last, he's a prig. I should say it was time she began to be bored. They've been married five or six years. Quite well off but everything goes in keeping up the house. I've never seen it but I've an idea it's huge and qu... | at the last moment; occasionally even later, when he had already begun to eat a solitary meal from a tray... "John, darling, there's been a muddle and Sonia has arrived without Reggie. Could you be an angel and help me out? Only be quick, because we're going in now" "... Then he would go headlong for a taxi and arrive,... | his chest of drawers the collection of sombre and bulky objects that had stood in his father's dressing-room; indestructible presents for his wedding and twenty-first birthday, ivory, brass bound, covered in pigskin, crested and gold mounted, suggestive of expensive Edwardian masculinity--racing flasks and hunting flas... | she'll be able to get you something in. I thought you were certain to be out." "Well, I still may be. It isn't twelve yet." (Most of Beaver's invitations came to him at the last moment; occasionally even later, when he had already begun to eat a solitary meal from a tray... "John, darling, there's been a muddle and Son... | A Handful Of Dust |
"you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting." | Mrs. Beaver | "That's the way," she said,<|quote|>"you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting."</|quote|>"Thank you, Mrs Beaver." They | the crates like a man. "That's the way," she said,<|quote|>"you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting."</|quote|>"Thank you, Mrs Beaver." They had better stay in the | dispirited girls were packing lampshades. It was cold down there in spite of a little oil stove, and the walls were always damp. The girls were becoming quite deft, she noticed with pleasure, particularly the shorter one who was handling the crates like a man. "That's the way," she said,<|quote|>"you are doing very nic... | then drove back to her shop. An American woman bought two patchwork quilts at thirty guineas each, Lady Metroland telephoned about a bathroom ceiling, an unknown young man paid cash for a cushion; in the intervals between these events, Mrs Beaver was able to descend to the basement where two dispirited girls were packi... | was a girl. Everyone thought she would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on Tony Last, he's a prig. I should say it was time she began to be bored. They've been married five or six years. Quite well off but everything goes in keeping up the house. I've never seen it but I've an idea it's huge and quite hideo... | last moment; occasionally even later, when he had already begun to eat a solitary meal from a tray... "John, darling, there's been a muddle and Sonia has arrived without Reggie. Could you be an angel and help me out? Only be quick, because we're going in now" "... Then he would go headlong for a taxi and arrive, with a... | of drawers the collection of sombre and bulky objects that had stood in his father's dressing-room; indestructible presents for his wedding and twenty-first birthday, ivory, brass bound, covered in pigskin, crested and gold mounted, suggestive of expensive Edwardian masculinity--racing flasks and hunting flasks, cigar ... | in now" "... Then he would go headlong for a taxi and arrive, with apologies, after the first course... One of his few recent quarrels with his mother had occurred when he left a luncheon party of hers in this way.) "Where are you going for the week-end?" "Hetton." "Who's that? I forget." "Tony Last." "Yes, of course. ... | A Handful Of Dust |
They had better stay in the packing department for a bit, Mrs Beaver decided; as long as they would stand it. They had neither of them enough chic to work upstairs. Both had paid good premiums to learn Mrs Beaver's art. Beaver sat on beside his telephone. Once it rang and a voice said, | No speaker | interesting." "Thank you, Mrs Beaver."<|quote|>They had better stay in the packing department for a bit, Mrs Beaver decided; as long as they would stand it. They had neither of them enough chic to work upstairs. Both had paid good premiums to learn Mrs Beaver's art. Beaver sat on beside his telephone. Once it rang and ... | you on to something more interesting." "Thank you, Mrs Beaver."<|quote|>They had better stay in the packing department for a bit, Mrs Beaver decided; as long as they would stand it. They had neither of them enough chic to work upstairs. Both had paid good premiums to learn Mrs Beaver's art. Beaver sat on beside his tel... | walls were always damp. The girls were becoming quite deft, she noticed with pleasure, particularly the shorter one who was handling the crates like a man. "That's the way," she said, "you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting." "Thank you, Mrs Beaver."<|quote|>They had better... | telephoned about a bathroom ceiling, an unknown young man paid cash for a cushion; in the intervals between these events, Mrs Beaver was able to descend to the basement where two dispirited girls were packing lampshades. It was cold down there in spite of a little oil stove, and the walls were always damp. The girls we... | prig. I should say it was time she began to be bored. They've been married five or six years. Quite well off but everything goes in keeping up the house. I've never seen it but I've an idea it's huge and quite hideous. They've got one child at least, perhaps more." "Mumsy, you are wonderful. I believe you know about ev... | darling, there's been a muddle and Sonia has arrived without Reggie. Could you be an angel and help me out? Only be quick, because we're going in now" "... Then he would go headlong for a taxi and arrive, with apologies, after the first course... One of his few recent quarrels with his mother had occurred when he left ... | his wedding and twenty-first birthday, ivory, brass bound, covered in pigskin, crested and gold mounted, suggestive of expensive Edwardian masculinity--racing flasks and hunting flasks, cigar cases, tobacco jars, jockeys, elaborate meerschaum pipes, buttonhooks and hat brushes. There were four servants, all female and ... | hasn't paid for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't hold a card all the evening and came away four pounds ten to the bad." "Poor mumsy." "I'm lunching at Viola Chasm's. What are you doing? I didn't order anything here, I'm afraid." "Nothing so far. I can always go round ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Mr Beaver? Will you please hold the line, sir, Mrs Tipping would like to speak to you." | Unknowable | rang and a voice said,<|quote|>"Mr Beaver? Will you please hold the line, sir, Mrs Tipping would like to speak to you."</|quote|>The intervening silence was full | beside his telephone. Once it rang and a voice said,<|quote|>"Mr Beaver? Will you please hold the line, sir, Mrs Tipping would like to speak to you."</|quote|>The intervening silence was full of pleasant expectation. Mrs Tipping | in the packing department for a bit, Mrs Beaver decided; as long as they would stand it. They had neither of them enough chic to work upstairs. Both had paid good premiums to learn Mrs Beaver's art. Beaver sat on beside his telephone. Once it rang and a voice said,<|quote|>"Mr Beaver? Will you please hold the line, sir... | The girls were becoming quite deft, she noticed with pleasure, particularly the shorter one who was handling the crates like a man. "That's the way," she said, "you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting." "Thank you, Mrs Beaver." They had better stay in the packing department ... | wonderful. I believe you know about everyone." "It's a great help. All a matter of paying attention while people are talking." Mrs Beaver smoked a cigarette and then drove back to her shop. An American woman bought two patchwork quilts at thirty guineas each, Lady Metroland telephoned about a bathroom ceiling, an unkno... | had occurred when he left a luncheon party of hers in this way.) "Where are you going for the week-end?" "Hetton." "Who's that? I forget." "Tony Last." "Yes, of course. She's lovely, he's rather a stick. I didn't know you knew them." "Well, I don't really. Tony asked me in Bratt's the other night. He may have forgotten... | there instead of setting up on his own, he sometimes said that he thought his mother liked having him there (in spite of her business she was lonely); sometimes that it saved him at least five pounds a week. His total income varied around six pounds a week, so this was an important saving. He was twenty-five years old.... | to get you something in. I thought you were certain to be out." "Well, I still may be. It isn't twelve yet." (Most of Beaver's invitations came to him at the last moment; occasionally even later, when he had already begun to eat a solitary meal from a tray... "John, darling, there's been a muddle and Sonia has arrived ... | A Handful Of Dust |
The intervening silence was full of pleasant expectation. Mrs Tipping had a luncheon party that day, he knew; they had spent some time together the evening before and he had been particularly successful with her. Someone had chucked... | No speaker | like to speak to you."<|quote|>The intervening silence was full of pleasant expectation. Mrs Tipping had a luncheon party that day, he knew; they had spent some time together the evening before and he had been particularly successful with her. Someone had chucked...</|quote|>"Oh, Mr Beaver, I _am_ | line, sir, Mrs Tipping would like to speak to you."<|quote|>The intervening silence was full of pleasant expectation. Mrs Tipping had a luncheon party that day, he knew; they had spent some time together the evening before and he had been particularly successful with her. Someone had chucked...</|quote|>"Oh, Mr Beaver,... | They had neither of them enough chic to work upstairs. Both had paid good premiums to learn Mrs Beaver's art. Beaver sat on beside his telephone. Once it rang and a voice said, "Mr Beaver? Will you please hold the line, sir, Mrs Tipping would like to speak to you."<|quote|>The intervening silence was full of pleasant e... | the crates like a man. "That's the way," she said, "you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting." "Thank you, Mrs Beaver." They had better stay in the packing department for a bit, Mrs Beaver decided; as long as they would stand it. They had neither of them enough chic to work u... | while people are talking." Mrs Beaver smoked a cigarette and then drove back to her shop. An American woman bought two patchwork quilts at thirty guineas each, Lady Metroland telephoned about a bathroom ceiling, an unknown young man paid cash for a cushion; in the intervals between these events, Mrs Beaver was able to ... | for the week-end?" "Hetton." "Who's that? I forget." "Tony Last." "Yes, of course. She's lovely, he's rather a stick. I didn't know you knew them." "Well, I don't really. Tony asked me in Bratt's the other night. He may have forgotten." "Send a telegram and remind them. It is far better than ringing up. It gives them l... | having him there (in spite of her business she was lonely); sometimes that it saved him at least five pounds a week. His total income varied around six pounds a week, so this was an important saving. He was twenty-five years old. From leaving Oxford until the beginning of the slump he had worked in an advertising agenc... | at Viola Chasm's. What are you doing? I didn't order anything here, I'm afraid." "Nothing so far. I can always go round to Bratt's." "But that's so expensive. I'm sure if we ask Chambers she'll be able to get you something in. I thought you were certain to be out." "Well, I still may be. It isn't twelve yet." (Most of ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I expect you mean Jock Grant-Menzies." | John Beaver | think he was in Parliament."<|quote|>"I expect you mean Jock Grant-Menzies."</|quote|>"Yes, that's the name. You | with the reddish moustache. I think he was in Parliament."<|quote|>"I expect you mean Jock Grant-Menzies."</|quote|>"Yes, that's the name. You don't by any chance know | her. Someone had chucked... "Oh, Mr Beaver, I _am_ so sorry to trouble you. I was wondering, could you _possibly_ tell me the name of the young man you introduced to me last night at Madame de Trommet's? The one with the reddish moustache. I think he was in Parliament."<|quote|>"I expect you mean Jock Grant-Menzies."</... | Beaver? Will you please hold the line, sir, Mrs Tipping would like to speak to you." The intervening silence was full of pleasant expectation. Mrs Tipping had a luncheon party that day, he knew; they had spent some time together the evening before and he had been particularly successful with her. Someone had chucked...... | girls were becoming quite deft, she noticed with pleasure, particularly the shorter one who was handling the crates like a man. "That's the way," she said, "you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting." "Thank you, Mrs Beaver." They had better stay in the packing department for ... | a lot before she married. She was Brenda Rex, Lord St Cloud's daughter, very fair, underwater look. People used to be mad about her when she was a girl. Everyone thought she would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on Tony Last, he's a prig. I should say it was time she began to be bored. They've been married... | the day, hoping to be rung up. Whenever it was possible, Mrs Beaver took an hour off in the middle of the morning. She was always at her shop punctually at nine, and by half-past eleven she needed a break. Then, if no important customer was imminent, she would get into her two-seater and drive home to Sussex Gardens. B... | always damp. The girls were becoming quite deft, she noticed with pleasure, particularly the shorter one who was handling the crates like a man. "That's the way," she said, "you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting." "Thank you, Mrs Beaver." They had better stay in the packin... | A Handful Of Dust |
"He's in the book but I don't suppose he'll be at home now. You might be able to get him at Bratt's at about one. He's almost always there." | John Beaver | can find him, do you?"<|quote|>"He's in the book but I don't suppose he'll be at home now. You might be able to get him at Bratt's at about one. He's almost always there."</|quote|>"Jock Grant-Menzies, Bratt's Club. Thank | any chance know where I can find him, do you?"<|quote|>"He's in the book but I don't suppose he'll be at home now. You might be able to get him at Bratt's at about one. He's almost always there."</|quote|>"Jock Grant-Menzies, Bratt's Club. Thank you so _very_ much. It | name of the young man you introduced to me last night at Madame de Trommet's? The one with the reddish moustache. I think he was in Parliament." "I expect you mean Jock Grant-Menzies." "Yes, that's the name. You don't by any chance know where I can find him, do you?"<|quote|>"He's in the book but I don't suppose he'll ... | expectation. Mrs Tipping had a luncheon party that day, he knew; they had spent some time together the evening before and he had been particularly successful with her. Someone had chucked... "Oh, Mr Beaver, I _am_ so sorry to trouble you. I was wondering, could you _possibly_ tell me the name of the young man you intro... | way," she said, "you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting." "Thank you, Mrs Beaver." They had better stay in the packing department for a bit, Mrs Beaver decided; as long as they would stand it. They had neither of them enough chic to work upstairs. Both had paid good premium... | her when she was a girl. Everyone thought she would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on Tony Last, he's a prig. I should say it was time she began to be bored. They've been married five or six years. Quite well off but everything goes in keeping up the house. I've never seen it but I've an idea it's huge an... | She was always at her shop punctually at nine, and by half-past eleven she needed a break. Then, if no important customer was imminent, she would get into her two-seater and drive home to Sussex Gardens. Beaver was usually dressed by then and she had grown to value their morning interchange of gossip. "What was your ev... | better than ringing up. It gives them less chance to make excuses. Send it to-morrow just before you start. They owe me for a table." "What's their dossier?" "I used to see her quite a lot before she married. She was Brenda Rex, Lord St Cloud's daughter, very fair, underwater look. People used to be mad about her when ... | A Handful Of Dust |
After that the telephone was silent. At one o'clock Beaver despaired. He put on his overcoat, his gloves, his bowler hat and with neatly rolled umbrella set off to his club, taking a penny bus as far as the corner of Bond Street. * * * * * The air of antiquity pervading Bratt's, derived from its elegant Georgian fa?ade... | No speaker | see me some day. _Good_-bye."<|quote|>After that the telephone was silent. At one o'clock Beaver despaired. He put on his overcoat, his gloves, his bowler hat and with neatly rolled umbrella set off to his club, taking a penny bus as far as the corner of Bond Street. * * * * * The air of antiquity pervading Bratt's, de... | hope you will come and see me some day. _Good_-bye."<|quote|>After that the telephone was silent. At one o'clock Beaver despaired. He put on his overcoat, his gloves, his bowler hat and with neatly rolled umbrella set off to his club, taking a penny bus as far as the corner of Bond Street. * * * * * The air of antiquit... | but I don't suppose he'll be at home now. You might be able to get him at Bratt's at about one. He's almost always there." "Jock Grant-Menzies, Bratt's Club. Thank you so _very_ much. It _is_ kind of you. I hope you will come and see me some day. _Good_-bye."<|quote|>After that the telephone was silent. At one o'clock ... | man you introduced to me last night at Madame de Trommet's? The one with the reddish moustache. I think he was in Parliament." "I expect you mean Jock Grant-Menzies." "Yes, that's the name. You don't by any chance know where I can find him, do you?" "He's in the book but I don't suppose he'll be at home now. You might ... | had paid good premiums to learn Mrs Beaver's art. Beaver sat on beside his telephone. Once it rang and a voice said, "Mr Beaver? Will you please hold the line, sir, Mrs Tipping would like to speak to you." The intervening silence was full of pleasant expectation. Mrs Tipping had a luncheon party that day, he knew; they... | seen it but I've an idea it's huge and quite hideous. They've got one child at least, perhaps more." "Mumsy, you are wonderful. I believe you know about everyone." "It's a great help. All a matter of paying attention while people are talking." Mrs Beaver smoked a cigarette and then drove back to her shop. An American w... | was your evening?" "Audrey rang up at eight and asked me to dinner. Ten of us at the Embassy, rather dreary. Afterwards we all went on to a party given by a woman called de Trommet." "I know who you mean. American. She hasn't paid for the toile-de-jouy chair covers we made her last April. I had a dull time too; didn't ... | married five or six years. Quite well off but everything goes in keeping up the house. I've never seen it but I've an idea it's huge and quite hideous. They've got one child at least, perhaps more." "Mumsy, you are wonderful. I believe you know about everyone." "It's a great help. All a matter of paying attention while... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Well, old boy," | Jock Grant-Menzies | stopped to talk to Beaver.<|quote|>"Well, old boy,"</|quote|>he said. "What are you | club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver.<|quote|>"Well, old boy,"</|quote|>he said. "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver | "Well, old boy?" He was too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver.<|quote|>"Well, old boy,"</|quote|>he said. "What are you drinking?" "Noth... | settled in one of the armchairs in the outer room and turned over the pages of the _New Yorker_, waiting until someone he knew should turn up. Jock Grant-Menzies came upstairs. The men at the bar greeted him saying, "Hullo, Jock old boy, what are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young to have... | a club of recent origin, founded in the burst of bonhomie immediately after the war. It was intended for young men, to be a place where they could straddle across the fire and be jolly in the card-room without incurring scowls from older members. But now these founders were themselves passing into middle age; they were... | particularly successful with her. Someone had chucked... "Oh, Mr Beaver, I _am_ so sorry to trouble you. I was wondering, could you _possibly_ tell me the name of the young man you introduced to me last night at Madame de Trommet's? The one with the reddish moustache. I think he was in Parliament." "I expect you mean J... | me in Bratt's the other night. He may have forgotten." "Send a telegram and remind them. It is far better than ringing up. It gives them less chance to make excuses. Send it to-morrow just before you start. They owe me for a table." "What's their dossier?" "I used to see her quite a lot before she married. She was Bren... | "He's in the book but I don't suppose he'll be at home now. You might be able to get him at Bratt's at about one. He's almost always there." "Jock Grant-Menzies, Bratt's Club. Thank you so _very_ much. It _is_ kind of you. I hope you will come and see me some day. _Good_-bye." After that the telephone was silent. At on... | A Handful Of Dust |
he said. | No speaker | to Beaver. "Well, old boy,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"What are you drinking?" "Nothing | But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver looked at | He was too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beav... | of the armchairs in the outer room and turned over the pages of the _New Yorker_, waiting until someone he knew should turn up. Jock Grant-Menzies came upstairs. The men at the bar greeted him saying, "Hullo, Jock old boy, what are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young to have fought in the ... | recent origin, founded in the burst of bonhomie immediately after the war. It was intended for young men, to be a place where they could straddle across the fire and be jolly in the card-room without incurring scowls from older members. But now these founders were themselves passing into middle age; they were heavier, ... | her. Someone had chucked... "Oh, Mr Beaver, I _am_ so sorry to trouble you. I was wondering, could you _possibly_ tell me the name of the young man you introduced to me last night at Madame de Trommet's? The one with the reddish moustache. I think he was in Parliament." "I expect you mean Jock Grant-Menzies." "Yes, tha... | the other night. He may have forgotten." "Send a telegram and remind them. It is far better than ringing up. It gives them less chance to make excuses. Send it to-morrow just before you start. They owe me for a table." "What's their dossier?" "I used to see her quite a lot before she married. She was Brenda Rex, Lord S... | "That's the way," she said, "you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting." "Thank you, Mrs Beaver." They had better stay in the packing department for a bit, Mrs Beaver decided; as long as they would stand it. They had neither of them enough chic to work upstairs. Both had paid ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"What are you drinking?" | Jock Grant-Menzies | "Well, old boy," he said.<|quote|>"What are you drinking?"</|quote|>"Nothing so far." Beaver looked | stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy," he said.<|quote|>"What are you drinking?"</|quote|>"Nothing so far." Beaver looked at his watch. "But I | too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy," he said.<|quote|>"What are you drinking?"</|quote|>"Nothing so far." Beaver look... | armchairs in the outer room and turned over the pages of the _New Yorker_, waiting until someone he knew should turn up. Jock Grant-Menzies came upstairs. The men at the bar greeted him saying, "Hullo, Jock old boy, what are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young to have fought in the war but... | founded in the burst of bonhomie immediately after the war. It was intended for young men, to be a place where they could straddle across the fire and be jolly in the card-room without incurring scowls from older members. But now these founders were themselves passing into middle age; they were heavier, balder and redd... | had chucked... "Oh, Mr Beaver, I _am_ so sorry to trouble you. I was wondering, could you _possibly_ tell me the name of the young man you introduced to me last night at Madame de Trommet's? The one with the reddish moustache. I think he was in Parliament." "I expect you mean Jock Grant-Menzies." "Yes, that's the name.... | night. He may have forgotten." "Send a telegram and remind them. It is far better than ringing up. It gives them less chance to make excuses. Send it to-morrow just before you start. They owe me for a table." "What's their dossier?" "I used to see her quite a lot before she married. She was Brenda Rex, Lord St Cloud's ... | * The air of antiquity pervading Bratt's, derived from its elegant Georgian fa?ade, and finely panelled rooms, was entirely spurious, for it was a club of recent origin, founded in the burst of bonhomie immediately after the war. It was intended for young men, to be a place where they could straddle across the fire and... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Nothing so far." | John Beaver | said. "What are you drinking?"<|quote|>"Nothing so far."</|quote|>Beaver looked at his watch. | Beaver. "Well, old boy," he said. "What are you drinking?"<|quote|>"Nothing so far."</|quote|>Beaver looked at his watch. "But I think it's time | fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy," he said. "What are you drinking?"<|quote|>"Nothing so far."</|quote|>Beaver looked at his watch. "... | room and turned over the pages of the _New Yorker_, waiting until someone he knew should turn up. Jock Grant-Menzies came upstairs. The men at the bar greeted him saying, "Hullo, Jock old boy, what are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he w... | of bonhomie immediately after the war. It was intended for young men, to be a place where they could straddle across the fire and be jolly in the card-room without incurring scowls from older members. But now these founders were themselves passing into middle age; they were heavier, balder and redder in the face than w... | Beaver, I _am_ so sorry to trouble you. I was wondering, could you _possibly_ tell me the name of the young man you introduced to me last night at Madame de Trommet's? The one with the reddish moustache. I think he was in Parliament." "I expect you mean Jock Grant-Menzies." "Yes, that's the name. You don't by any chanc... | forgotten." "Send a telegram and remind them. It is far better than ringing up. It gives them less chance to make excuses. Send it to-morrow just before you start. They owe me for a table." "What's their dossier?" "I used to see her quite a lot before she married. She was Brenda Rex, Lord St Cloud's daughter, very fair... | and he had been particularly successful with her. Someone had chucked... "Oh, Mr Beaver, I _am_ so sorry to trouble you. I was wondering, could you _possibly_ tell me the name of the young man you introduced to me last night at Madame de Trommet's? The one with the reddish moustache. I think he was in Parliament." "I e... | A Handful Of Dust |
Beaver looked at his watch. | No speaker | you drinking?" "Nothing so far."<|quote|>Beaver looked at his watch.</|quote|>"But I think it's time | boy," he said. "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far."<|quote|>Beaver looked at his watch.</|quote|>"But I think it's time I had one. Brandy and | war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy," he said. "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far."<|quote|>Beaver looked at his watch.</|quote|>"But I think it... | over the pages of the _New Yorker_, waiting until someone he knew should turn up. Jock Grant-Menzies came upstairs. The men at the bar greeted him saying, "Hullo, Jock old boy, what are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; th... | after the war. It was intended for young men, to be a place where they could straddle across the fire and be jolly in the card-room without incurring scowls from older members. But now these founders were themselves passing into middle age; they were heavier, balder and redder in the face than when they had been demobi... | so sorry to trouble you. I was wondering, could you _possibly_ tell me the name of the young man you introduced to me last night at Madame de Trommet's? The one with the reddish moustache. I think he was in Parliament." "I expect you mean Jock Grant-Menzies." "Yes, that's the name. You don't by any chance know where I ... | telegram and remind them. It is far better than ringing up. It gives them less chance to make excuses. Send it to-morrow just before you start. They owe me for a table." "What's their dossier?" "I used to see her quite a lot before she married. She was Brenda Rex, Lord St Cloud's daughter, very fair, underwater look. P... | You might be able to get him at Bratt's at about one. He's almost always there." "Jock Grant-Menzies, Bratt's Club. Thank you so _very_ much. It _is_ kind of you. I hope you will come and see me some day. _Good_-bye." After that the telephone was silent. At one o'clock Beaver despaired. He put on his overcoat, his glov... | A Handful Of Dust |
"But I think it's time I had one. Brandy and ginger ale." | John Beaver | Beaver looked at his watch.<|quote|>"But I think it's time I had one. Brandy and ginger ale."</|quote|>Jock called to the barman | you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver looked at his watch.<|quote|>"But I think it's time I had one. Brandy and ginger ale."</|quote|>Jock called to the barman and then said: "Who was | he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy," he said. "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver looked at his watch.<|quote|>"But I think it's time I had one. Brandy and ginge... | _New Yorker_, waiting until someone he knew should turn up. Jock Grant-Menzies came upstairs. The men at the bar greeted him saying, "Hullo, Jock old boy, what are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more ... | intended for young men, to be a place where they could straddle across the fire and be jolly in the card-room without incurring scowls from older members. But now these founders were themselves passing into middle age; they were heavier, balder and redder in the face than when they had been demobilized, but their jovia... | I was wondering, could you _possibly_ tell me the name of the young man you introduced to me last night at Madame de Trommet's? The one with the reddish moustache. I think he was in Parliament." "I expect you mean Jock Grant-Menzies." "Yes, that's the name. You don't by any chance know where I can find him, do you?" "H... | is far better than ringing up. It gives them less chance to make excuses. Send it to-morrow just before you start. They owe me for a table." "What's their dossier?" "I used to see her quite a lot before she married. She was Brenda Rex, Lord St Cloud's daughter, very fair, underwater look. People used to be mad about he... | with pleasure, particularly the shorter one who was handling the crates like a man. "That's the way," she said, "you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting." "Thank you, Mrs Beaver." They had better stay in the packing department for a bit, Mrs Beaver decided; as long as they w... | A Handful Of Dust |
Jock called to the barman and then said: | No speaker | one. Brandy and ginger ale."<|quote|>Jock called to the barman and then said:</|quote|>"Who was the old girl | think it's time I had one. Brandy and ginger ale."<|quote|>Jock called to the barman and then said:</|quote|>"Who was the old girl you wished on me at | Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy," he said. "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver looked at his watch. "But I think it's time I had one. Brandy and ginger ale."<|quote|>Jock called to the barman and then said:</|quote... | came upstairs. The men at the bar greeted him saying, "Hullo, Jock old boy, what are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club ... | across the fire and be jolly in the card-room without incurring scowls from older members. But now these founders were themselves passing into middle age; they were heavier, balder and redder in the face than when they had been demobilized, but their joviality persisted and it was their turn now to embarrass their succ... | young man you introduced to me last night at Madame de Trommet's? The one with the reddish moustache. I think he was in Parliament." "I expect you mean Jock Grant-Menzies." "Yes, that's the name. You don't by any chance know where I can find him, do you?" "He's in the book but I don't suppose he'll be at home now. You ... | make excuses. Send it to-morrow just before you start. They owe me for a table." "What's their dossier?" "I used to see her quite a lot before she married. She was Brenda Rex, Lord St Cloud's daughter, very fair, underwater look. People used to be mad about her when she was a girl. Everyone thought she would marry Jock... | It was intended for young men, to be a place where they could straddle across the fire and be jolly in the card-room without incurring scowls from older members. But now these founders were themselves passing into middle age; they were heavier, balder and redder in the face than when they had been demobilized, but thei... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Who was the old girl you wished on me at that party last night?" | Jock Grant-Menzies | the barman and then said:<|quote|>"Who was the old girl you wished on me at that party last night?"</|quote|>"She's called Mrs Tipping." "I | ginger ale." Jock called to the barman and then said:<|quote|>"Who was the old girl you wished on me at that party last night?"</|quote|>"She's called Mrs Tipping." "I thought she might be. That | got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy," he said. "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver looked at his watch. "But I think it's time I had one. Brandy and ginger ale." Jock called to the barman and then said:<|quote|>"Who was the old girl you wished on me at that party l... | him saying, "Hullo, Jock old boy, what are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver... | card-room without incurring scowls from older members. But now these founders were themselves passing into middle age; they were heavier, balder and redder in the face than when they had been demobilized, but their joviality persisted and it was their turn now to embarrass their successors, deploring their lack of manl... | at Madame de Trommet's? The one with the reddish moustache. I think he was in Parliament." "I expect you mean Jock Grant-Menzies." "Yes, that's the name. You don't by any chance know where I can find him, do you?" "He's in the book but I don't suppose he'll be at home now. You might be able to get him at Bratt's at abo... | start. They owe me for a table." "What's their dossier?" "I used to see her quite a lot before she married. She was Brenda Rex, Lord St Cloud's daughter, very fair, underwater look. People used to be mad about her when she was a girl. Everyone thought she would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on Tony Last,... | the way," she said, "you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting." "Thank you, Mrs Beaver." They had better stay in the packing department for a bit, Mrs Beaver decided; as long as they would stand it. They had neither of them enough chic to work upstairs. Both had paid good pre... | A Handful Of Dust |
"She's called Mrs Tipping." | John Beaver | at that party last night?"<|quote|>"She's called Mrs Tipping."</|quote|>"I thought she might be. | girl you wished on me at that party last night?"<|quote|>"She's called Mrs Tipping."</|quote|>"I thought she might be. That explains it. They gave | old boy," he said. "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver looked at his watch. "But I think it's time I had one. Brandy and ginger ale." Jock called to the barman and then said: "Who was the old girl you wished on me at that party last night?"<|quote|>"She's called Mrs Tipping."</|quote|>"I thought she might... | old boy?" He was too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy," he said. "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver look... | into middle age; they were heavier, balder and redder in the face than when they had been demobilized, but their joviality persisted and it was their turn now to embarrass their successors, deploring their lack of manly and gentlemanly qualities. Six broad backs shut Beaver from the bar. He settled in one of the armcha... | in Parliament." "I expect you mean Jock Grant-Menzies." "Yes, that's the name. You don't by any chance know where I can find him, do you?" "He's in the book but I don't suppose he'll be at home now. You might be able to get him at Bratt's at about one. He's almost always there." "Jock Grant-Menzies, Bratt's Club. Thank... | her quite a lot before she married. She was Brenda Rex, Lord St Cloud's daughter, very fair, underwater look. People used to be mad about her when she was a girl. Everyone thought she would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on Tony Last, he's a prig. I should say it was time she began to be bored. They've be... | to me last night at Madame de Trommet's? The one with the reddish moustache. I think he was in Parliament." "I expect you mean Jock Grant-Menzies." "Yes, that's the name. You don't by any chance know where I can find him, do you?" "He's in the book but I don't suppose he'll be at home now. You might be able to get him ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I thought she might be. That explains it. They gave me a message downstairs that someone with a name like that wanted me to lunch with her." | Jock Grant-Menzies | night?" "She's called Mrs Tipping."<|quote|>"I thought she might be. That explains it. They gave me a message downstairs that someone with a name like that wanted me to lunch with her."</|quote|>"Are you going?" "No, I'm | me at that party last night?" "She's called Mrs Tipping."<|quote|>"I thought she might be. That explains it. They gave me a message downstairs that someone with a name like that wanted me to lunch with her."</|quote|>"Are you going?" "No, I'm no good at lunch parties. | "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver looked at his watch. "But I think it's time I had one. Brandy and ginger ale." Jock called to the barman and then said: "Who was the old girl you wished on me at that party last night?" "She's called Mrs Tipping."<|quote|>"I thought she might be. That explains it. They ... | too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy," he said. "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver looked at his watch. ... | were heavier, balder and redder in the face than when they had been demobilized, but their joviality persisted and it was their turn now to embarrass their successors, deploring their lack of manly and gentlemanly qualities. Six broad backs shut Beaver from the bar. He settled in one of the armchairs in the outer room ... | you mean Jock Grant-Menzies." "Yes, that's the name. You don't by any chance know where I can find him, do you?" "He's in the book but I don't suppose he'll be at home now. You might be able to get him at Bratt's at about one. He's almost always there." "Jock Grant-Menzies, Bratt's Club. Thank you so _very_ much. It _i... | before she married. She was Brenda Rex, Lord St Cloud's daughter, very fair, underwater look. People used to be mad about her when she was a girl. Everyone thought she would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on Tony Last, he's a prig. I should say it was time she began to be bored. They've been married five ... | very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting." "Thank you, Mrs Beaver." They had better stay in the packing department for a bit, Mrs Beaver decided; as long as they would stand it. They had neither of them enough chic to work upstairs. Both had paid good premiums to learn Mrs Beaver's art. Be... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Are you going?" | John Beaver | me to lunch with her."<|quote|>"Are you going?"</|quote|>"No, I'm no good at | a name like that wanted me to lunch with her."<|quote|>"Are you going?"</|quote|>"No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided | the barman and then said: "Who was the old girl you wished on me at that party last night?" "She's called Mrs Tipping." "I thought she might be. That explains it. They gave me a message downstairs that someone with a name like that wanted me to lunch with her."<|quote|>"Are you going?"</|quote|>"No, I'm no good at lunc... | thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy," he said. "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver looked at his watch. "But I think it's time I had one. Brandy and ginger ale." Jock called to the barman and then said: "Who was the old girl you wished ... | successors, deploring their lack of manly and gentlemanly qualities. Six broad backs shut Beaver from the bar. He settled in one of the armchairs in the outer room and turned over the pages of the _New Yorker_, waiting until someone he knew should turn up. Jock Grant-Menzies came upstairs. The men at the bar greeted hi... | don't suppose he'll be at home now. You might be able to get him at Bratt's at about one. He's almost always there." "Jock Grant-Menzies, Bratt's Club. Thank you so _very_ much. It _is_ kind of you. I hope you will come and see me some day. _Good_-bye." After that the telephone was silent. At one o'clock Beaver despair... | Everyone thought she would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on Tony Last, he's a prig. I should say it was time she began to be bored. They've been married five or six years. Quite well off but everything goes in keeping up the house. I've never seen it but I've an idea it's huge and quite hideous. They've ... | can find him, do you?" "He's in the book but I don't suppose he'll be at home now. You might be able to get him at Bratt's at about one. He's almost always there." "Jock Grant-Menzies, Bratt's Club. Thank you so _very_ much. It _is_ kind of you. I hope you will come and see me some day. _Good_-bye." After that the tele... | A Handful Of Dust |
"No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up that I'd have oysters here." | Jock Grant-Menzies | with her." "Are you going?"<|quote|>"No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up that I'd have oysters here."</|quote|>The barman came with the | that wanted me to lunch with her." "Are you going?"<|quote|>"No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up that I'd have oysters here."</|quote|>The barman came with the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, there's | then said: "Who was the old girl you wished on me at that party last night?" "She's called Mrs Tipping." "I thought she might be. That explains it. They gave me a message downstairs that someone with a name like that wanted me to lunch with her." "Are you going?"<|quote|>"No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I de... | to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy," he said. "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver looked at his watch. "But I think it's time I had one. Brandy and ginger ale." Jock called to the barman and then said: "Who was the old girl you wished on me at that party l... | lack of manly and gentlemanly qualities. Six broad backs shut Beaver from the bar. He settled in one of the armchairs in the outer room and turned over the pages of the _New Yorker_, waiting until someone he knew should turn up. Jock Grant-Menzies came upstairs. The men at the bar greeted him saying, "Hullo, Jock old b... | be at home now. You might be able to get him at Bratt's at about one. He's almost always there." "Jock Grant-Menzies, Bratt's Club. Thank you so _very_ much. It _is_ kind of you. I hope you will come and see me some day. _Good_-bye." After that the telephone was silent. At one o'clock Beaver despaired. He put on his ov... | would marry Jock Grant-Menzies at one time. Wasted on Tony Last, he's a prig. I should say it was time she began to be bored. They've been married five or six years. Quite well off but everything goes in keeping up the house. I've never seen it but I've an idea it's huge and quite hideous. They've got one child at leas... | the name. You don't by any chance know where I can find him, do you?" "He's in the book but I don't suppose he'll be at home now. You might be able to get him at Bratt's at about one. He's almost always there." "Jock Grant-Menzies, Bratt's Club. Thank you so _very_ much. It _is_ kind of you. I hope you will come and se... | A Handful Of Dust |
The barman came with the drinks. | No speaker | that I'd have oysters here."<|quote|>The barman came with the drinks.</|quote|>"Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten | decided when I got up that I'd have oysters here."<|quote|>The barman came with the drinks.</|quote|>"Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten shillings against you in my | Tipping." "I thought she might be. That explains it. They gave me a message downstairs that someone with a name like that wanted me to lunch with her." "Are you going?" "No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up that I'd have oysters here."<|quote|>The barman came with the drinks.</|quote|>"Mr ... | said. "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver looked at his watch. "But I think it's time I had one. Brandy and ginger ale." Jock called to the barman and then said: "Who was the old girl you wished on me at that party last night?" "She's called Mrs Tipping." "I thought she might be. That explains it. They ga... | the armchairs in the outer room and turned over the pages of the _New Yorker_, waiting until someone he knew should turn up. Jock Grant-Menzies came upstairs. The men at the bar greeted him saying, "Hullo, Jock old boy, what are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young to have fought in the war... | there." "Jock Grant-Menzies, Bratt's Club. Thank you so _very_ much. It _is_ kind of you. I hope you will come and see me some day. _Good_-bye." After that the telephone was silent. At one o'clock Beaver despaired. He put on his overcoat, his gloves, his bowler hat and with neatly rolled umbrella set off to his club, t... | time she began to be bored. They've been married five or six years. Quite well off but everything goes in keeping up the house. I've never seen it but I've an idea it's huge and quite hideous. They've got one child at least, perhaps more." "Mumsy, you are wonderful. I believe you know about everyone." "It's a great hel... | o'clock Beaver despaired. He put on his overcoat, his gloves, his bowler hat and with neatly rolled umbrella set off to his club, taking a penny bus as far as the corner of Bond Street. * * * * * The air of antiquity pervading Bratt's, derived from its elegant Georgian fa?ade, and finely panelled rooms, was entirely sp... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Ah, thank you, Macdougal, remind me some time, will you?" | John Beaver | my books for last month."<|quote|>"Ah, thank you, Macdougal, remind me some time, will you?"</|quote|>"Very good, sir." Beaver said, | ten shillings against you in my books for last month."<|quote|>"Ah, thank you, Macdougal, remind me some time, will you?"</|quote|>"Very good, sir." Beaver said, "I'm going to Hetton to-morrow." | like that wanted me to lunch with her." "Are you going?" "No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up that I'd have oysters here." The barman came with the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten shillings against you in my books for last month."<|quote|>"Ah, thank you, Macdougal, remind me some tim... | one. Brandy and ginger ale." Jock called to the barman and then said: "Who was the old girl you wished on me at that party last night?" "She's called Mrs Tipping." "I thought she might be. That explains it. They gave me a message downstairs that someone with a name like that wanted me to lunch with her." "Are you going... | should turn up. Jock Grant-Menzies came upstairs. The men at the bar greeted him saying, "Hullo, Jock old boy, what are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, oug... | and see me some day. _Good_-bye." After that the telephone was silent. At one o'clock Beaver despaired. He put on his overcoat, his gloves, his bowler hat and with neatly rolled umbrella set off to his club, taking a penny bus as far as the corner of Bond Street. * * * * * The air of antiquity pervading Bratt's, derive... | keeping up the house. I've never seen it but I've an idea it's huge and quite hideous. They've got one child at least, perhaps more." "Mumsy, you are wonderful. I believe you know about everyone." "It's a great help. All a matter of paying attention while people are talking." Mrs Beaver smoked a cigarette and then drov... | telephone. Once it rang and a voice said, "Mr Beaver? Will you please hold the line, sir, Mrs Tipping would like to speak to you." The intervening silence was full of pleasant expectation. Mrs Tipping had a luncheon party that day, he knew; they had spent some time together the evening before and he had been particular... | A Handful Of Dust |
Beaver said, | No speaker | will you?" "Very good, sir."<|quote|>Beaver said,</|quote|>"I'm going to Hetton to-morrow." | Macdougal, remind me some time, will you?" "Very good, sir."<|quote|>Beaver said,</|quote|>"I'm going to Hetton to-morrow." "Are you now? Give Tony | no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up that I'd have oysters here." The barman came with the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten shillings against you in my books for last month." "Ah, thank you, Macdougal, remind me some time, will you?" "Very good, sir."<|quote|>Beaver said,</|quote|>"I'm going t... | "Who was the old girl you wished on me at that party last night?" "She's called Mrs Tipping." "I thought she might be. That explains it. They gave me a message downstairs that someone with a name like that wanted me to lunch with her." "Are you going?" "No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up... | him saying, "Hullo, Jock old boy, what are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver... | one o'clock Beaver despaired. He put on his overcoat, his gloves, his bowler hat and with neatly rolled umbrella set off to his club, taking a penny bus as far as the corner of Bond Street. * * * * * The air of antiquity pervading Bratt's, derived from its elegant Georgian fa?ade, and finely panelled rooms, was entirel... | huge and quite hideous. They've got one child at least, perhaps more." "Mumsy, you are wonderful. I believe you know about everyone." "It's a great help. All a matter of paying attention while people are talking." Mrs Beaver smoked a cigarette and then drove back to her shop. An American woman bought two patchwork quil... | sat on beside his telephone. Once it rang and a voice said, "Mr Beaver? Will you please hold the line, sir, Mrs Tipping would like to speak to you." The intervening silence was full of pleasant expectation. Mrs Tipping had a luncheon party that day, he knew; they had spent some time together the evening before and he h... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I'm going to Hetton to-morrow." | John Beaver | "Very good, sir." Beaver said,<|quote|>"I'm going to Hetton to-morrow."</|quote|>"Are you now? Give Tony | me some time, will you?" "Very good, sir." Beaver said,<|quote|>"I'm going to Hetton to-morrow."</|quote|>"Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love." "What's | at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up that I'd have oysters here." The barman came with the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten shillings against you in my books for last month." "Ah, thank you, Macdougal, remind me some time, will you?" "Very good, sir." Beaver said,<|quote|>"I'm going to Hetton to-morro... | the old girl you wished on me at that party last night?" "She's called Mrs Tipping." "I thought she might be. That explains it. They gave me a message downstairs that someone with a name like that wanted me to lunch with her." "Are you going?" "No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up that I'd... | "Hullo, Jock old boy, what are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old... | Beaver despaired. He put on his overcoat, his gloves, his bowler hat and with neatly rolled umbrella set off to his club, taking a penny bus as far as the corner of Bond Street. * * * * * The air of antiquity pervading Bratt's, derived from its elegant Georgian fa?ade, and finely panelled rooms, was entirely spurious, ... | quite hideous. They've got one child at least, perhaps more." "Mumsy, you are wonderful. I believe you know about everyone." "It's a great help. All a matter of paying attention while people are talking." Mrs Beaver smoked a cigarette and then drove back to her shop. An American woman bought two patchwork quilts at thi... | reddish moustache. I think he was in Parliament." "I expect you mean Jock Grant-Menzies." "Yes, that's the name. You don't by any chance know where I can find him, do you?" "He's in the book but I don't suppose he'll be at home now. You might be able to get him at Bratt's at about one. He's almost always there." "Jock ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love." | Jock Grant-Menzies | "I'm going to Hetton to-morrow."<|quote|>"Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love."</|quote|>"What's the form?" "Very quiet | "Very good, sir." Beaver said, "I'm going to Hetton to-morrow."<|quote|>"Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love."</|quote|>"What's the form?" "Very quiet and enjoyable." "No paper games?" | decided when I got up that I'd have oysters here." The barman came with the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten shillings against you in my books for last month." "Ah, thank you, Macdougal, remind me some time, will you?" "Very good, sir." Beaver said, "I'm going to Hetton to-morrow."<|quote|>"Are you now? Give Tony a... | on me at that party last night?" "She's called Mrs Tipping." "I thought she might be. That explains it. They gave me a message downstairs that someone with a name like that wanted me to lunch with her." "Are you going?" "No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up that I'd have oysters here." The... | are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy," he said. "What are y... | his overcoat, his gloves, his bowler hat and with neatly rolled umbrella set off to his club, taking a penny bus as far as the corner of Bond Street. * * * * * The air of antiquity pervading Bratt's, derived from its elegant Georgian fa?ade, and finely panelled rooms, was entirely spurious, for it was a club of recent ... | child at least, perhaps more." "Mumsy, you are wonderful. I believe you know about everyone." "It's a great help. All a matter of paying attention while people are talking." Mrs Beaver smoked a cigarette and then drove back to her shop. An American woman bought two patchwork quilts at thirty guineas each, Lady Metrolan... | He put on his overcoat, his gloves, his bowler hat and with neatly rolled umbrella set off to his club, taking a penny bus as far as the corner of Bond Street. * * * * * The air of antiquity pervading Bratt's, derived from its elegant Georgian fa?ade, and finely panelled rooms, was entirely spurious, for it was a club ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"What's the form?" | John Beaver | Tony and Brenda my love."<|quote|>"What's the form?"</|quote|>"Very quiet and enjoyable." "No | to-morrow." "Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love."<|quote|>"What's the form?"</|quote|>"Very quiet and enjoyable." "No paper games?" "Oh, no, nothing | here." The barman came with the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten shillings against you in my books for last month." "Ah, thank you, Macdougal, remind me some time, will you?" "Very good, sir." Beaver said, "I'm going to Hetton to-morrow." "Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love."<|quote|>"What's the form?"</|quo... | Mrs Tipping." "I thought she might be. That explains it. They gave me a message downstairs that someone with a name like that wanted me to lunch with her." "Are you going?" "No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up that I'd have oysters here." The barman came with the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, ... | He was too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy," he said. "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver looked at his ... | neatly rolled umbrella set off to his club, taking a penny bus as far as the corner of Bond Street. * * * * * The air of antiquity pervading Bratt's, derived from its elegant Georgian fa?ade, and finely panelled rooms, was entirely spurious, for it was a club of recent origin, founded in the burst of bonhomie immediate... | I believe you know about everyone." "It's a great help. All a matter of paying attention while people are talking." Mrs Beaver smoked a cigarette and then drove back to her shop. An American woman bought two patchwork quilts at thirty guineas each, Lady Metroland telephoned about a bathroom ceiling, an unknown young ma... | had been particularly successful with her. Someone had chucked... "Oh, Mr Beaver, I _am_ so sorry to trouble you. I was wondering, could you _possibly_ tell me the name of the young man you introduced to me last night at Madame de Trommet's? The one with the reddish moustache. I think he was in Parliament." "I expect y... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Very quiet and enjoyable." | Jock Grant-Menzies | my love." "What's the form?"<|quote|>"Very quiet and enjoyable."</|quote|>"No paper games?" "Oh, no, | now? Give Tony and Brenda my love." "What's the form?"<|quote|>"Very quiet and enjoyable."</|quote|>"No paper games?" "Oh, no, nothing like that. A certain | came with the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten shillings against you in my books for last month." "Ah, thank you, Macdougal, remind me some time, will you?" "Very good, sir." Beaver said, "I'm going to Hetton to-morrow." "Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love." "What's the form?"<|quote|>"Very quiet and enjoyab... | thought she might be. That explains it. They gave me a message downstairs that someone with a name like that wanted me to lunch with her." "Are you going?" "No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up that I'd have oysters here." The barman came with the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten shill... | young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy," he said. "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver looked at his watch. "But... | set off to his club, taking a penny bus as far as the corner of Bond Street. * * * * * The air of antiquity pervading Bratt's, derived from its elegant Georgian fa?ade, and finely panelled rooms, was entirely spurious, for it was a club of recent origin, founded in the burst of bonhomie immediately after the war. It wa... | know about everyone." "It's a great help. All a matter of paying attention while people are talking." Mrs Beaver smoked a cigarette and then drove back to her shop. An American woman bought two patchwork quilts at thirty guineas each, Lady Metroland telephoned about a bathroom ceiling, an unknown young man paid cash fo... | almost always there." "Jock Grant-Menzies, Bratt's Club. Thank you so _very_ much. It _is_ kind of you. I hope you will come and see me some day. _Good_-bye." After that the telephone was silent. At one o'clock Beaver despaired. He put on his overcoat, his gloves, his bowler hat and with neatly rolled umbrella set off ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"No paper games?" | John Beaver | form?" "Very quiet and enjoyable."<|quote|>"No paper games?"</|quote|>"Oh, no, nothing like that. | Brenda my love." "What's the form?" "Very quiet and enjoyable."<|quote|>"No paper games?"</|quote|>"Oh, no, nothing like that. A certain amount of bridge | "Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten shillings against you in my books for last month." "Ah, thank you, Macdougal, remind me some time, will you?" "Very good, sir." Beaver said, "I'm going to Hetton to-morrow." "Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love." "What's the form?" "Very quiet and enjoyable."<|quote|>"No paper games?"... | That explains it. They gave me a message downstairs that someone with a name like that wanted me to lunch with her." "Are you going?" "No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up that I'd have oysters here." The barman came with the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten shillings against you in my... | in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy," he said. "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver looked at his watch. "But I think it's time I ... | club, taking a penny bus as far as the corner of Bond Street. * * * * * The air of antiquity pervading Bratt's, derived from its elegant Georgian fa?ade, and finely panelled rooms, was entirely spurious, for it was a club of recent origin, founded in the burst of bonhomie immediately after the war. It was intended for ... | a great help. All a matter of paying attention while people are talking." Mrs Beaver smoked a cigarette and then drove back to her shop. An American woman bought two patchwork quilts at thirty guineas each, Lady Metroland telephoned about a bathroom ceiling, an unknown young man paid cash for a cushion; in the interval... | * * The air of antiquity pervading Bratt's, derived from its elegant Georgian fa?ade, and finely panelled rooms, was entirely spurious, for it was a club of recent origin, founded in the burst of bonhomie immediately after the war. It was intended for young men, to be a place where they could straddle across the fire a... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Oh, no, nothing like that. A certain amount of bridge and backgammon and low poker with the neighbours." | Jock Grant-Menzies | and enjoyable." "No paper games?"<|quote|>"Oh, no, nothing like that. A certain amount of bridge and backgammon and low poker with the neighbours."</|quote|>"Comfortable?" "Not bad. Plenty to | "What's the form?" "Very quiet and enjoyable." "No paper games?"<|quote|>"Oh, no, nothing like that. A certain amount of bridge and backgammon and low poker with the neighbours."</|quote|>"Comfortable?" "Not bad. Plenty to drink. Rather a shortage of | there's ten shillings against you in my books for last month." "Ah, thank you, Macdougal, remind me some time, will you?" "Very good, sir." Beaver said, "I'm going to Hetton to-morrow." "Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love." "What's the form?" "Very quiet and enjoyable." "No paper games?"<|quote|>"Oh, no, nothing... | They gave me a message downstairs that someone with a name like that wanted me to lunch with her." "Are you going?" "No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up that I'd have oysters here." The barman came with the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten shillings against you in my books for last mo... | but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy," he said. "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver looked at his watch. "But I think it's time I had one. Br... | penny bus as far as the corner of Bond Street. * * * * * The air of antiquity pervading Bratt's, derived from its elegant Georgian fa?ade, and finely panelled rooms, was entirely spurious, for it was a club of recent origin, founded in the burst of bonhomie immediately after the war. It was intended for young men, to b... | All a matter of paying attention while people are talking." Mrs Beaver smoked a cigarette and then drove back to her shop. An American woman bought two patchwork quilts at thirty guineas each, Lady Metroland telephoned about a bathroom ceiling, an unknown young man paid cash for a cushion; in the intervals between thes... | someone he knew should turn up. Jock Grant-Menzies came upstairs. The men at the bar greeted him saying, "Hullo, Jock old boy, what are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, t... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Comfortable?" | John Beaver | low poker with the neighbours."<|quote|>"Comfortable?"</|quote|>"Not bad. Plenty to drink. | of bridge and backgammon and low poker with the neighbours."<|quote|>"Comfortable?"</|quote|>"Not bad. Plenty to drink. Rather a shortage of bathrooms. | time, will you?" "Very good, sir." Beaver said, "I'm going to Hetton to-morrow." "Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love." "What's the form?" "Very quiet and enjoyable." "No paper games?" "Oh, no, nothing like that. A certain amount of bridge and backgammon and low poker with the neighbours."<|quote|>"Comfortable?"<... | her." "Are you going?" "No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up that I'd have oysters here." The barman came with the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten shillings against you in my books for last month." "Ah, thank you, Macdougal, remind me some time, will you?" "Very good, sir." Beaver sai... | they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy," he said. "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver looked at his watch. "But I think it's time I had one. Brandy and ginger ale." Jock called to the barman and then said: "Who was the old girl you wi... | antiquity pervading Bratt's, derived from its elegant Georgian fa?ade, and finely panelled rooms, was entirely spurious, for it was a club of recent origin, founded in the burst of bonhomie immediately after the war. It was intended for young men, to be a place where they could straddle across the fire and be jolly in ... | back to her shop. An American woman bought two patchwork quilts at thirty guineas each, Lady Metroland telephoned about a bathroom ceiling, an unknown young man paid cash for a cushion; in the intervals between these events, Mrs Beaver was able to descend to the basement where two dispirited girls were packing lampshad... | neatly rolled umbrella set off to his club, taking a penny bus as far as the corner of Bond Street. * * * * * The air of antiquity pervading Bratt's, derived from its elegant Georgian fa?ade, and finely panelled rooms, was entirely spurious, for it was a club of recent origin, founded in the burst of bonhomie immediate... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Not bad. Plenty to drink. Rather a shortage of bathrooms. You can stay in bed all the morning." | Jock Grant-Menzies | poker with the neighbours." "Comfortable?"<|quote|>"Not bad. Plenty to drink. Rather a shortage of bathrooms. You can stay in bed all the morning."</|quote|>"I've never met Brenda." "You'll | bridge and backgammon and low poker with the neighbours." "Comfortable?"<|quote|>"Not bad. Plenty to drink. Rather a shortage of bathrooms. You can stay in bed all the morning."</|quote|>"I've never met Brenda." "You'll like her, she's a grand | will you?" "Very good, sir." Beaver said, "I'm going to Hetton to-morrow." "Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love." "What's the form?" "Very quiet and enjoyable." "No paper games?" "Oh, no, nothing like that. A certain amount of bridge and backgammon and low poker with the neighbours." "Comfortable?"<|quote|>"Not b... | "Are you going?" "No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up that I'd have oysters here." The barman came with the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten shillings against you in my books for last month." "Ah, thank you, Macdougal, remind me some time, will you?" "Very good, sir." Beaver said, "I'... | thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy," he said. "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver looked at his watch. "But I think it's time I had one. Brandy and ginger ale." Jock called to the barman and then said: "Who was the old girl you wished ... | pervading Bratt's, derived from its elegant Georgian fa?ade, and finely panelled rooms, was entirely spurious, for it was a club of recent origin, founded in the burst of bonhomie immediately after the war. It was intended for young men, to be a place where they could straddle across the fire and be jolly in the card-r... | to her shop. An American woman bought two patchwork quilts at thirty guineas each, Lady Metroland telephoned about a bathroom ceiling, an unknown young man paid cash for a cushion; in the intervals between these events, Mrs Beaver was able to descend to the basement where two dispirited girls were packing lampshades. I... | man you introduced to me last night at Madame de Trommet's? The one with the reddish moustache. I think he was in Parliament." "I expect you mean Jock Grant-Menzies." "Yes, that's the name. You don't by any chance know where I can find him, do you?" "He's in the book but I don't suppose he'll be at home now. You might ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I've never met Brenda." | John Beaver | in bed all the morning."<|quote|>"I've never met Brenda."</|quote|>"You'll like her, she's a | of bathrooms. You can stay in bed all the morning."<|quote|>"I've never met Brenda."</|quote|>"You'll like her, she's a grand girl. I often think | Brenda my love." "What's the form?" "Very quiet and enjoyable." "No paper games?" "Oh, no, nothing like that. A certain amount of bridge and backgammon and low poker with the neighbours." "Comfortable?" "Not bad. Plenty to drink. Rather a shortage of bathrooms. You can stay in bed all the morning."<|quote|>"I've never ... | I'd have oysters here." The barman came with the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten shillings against you in my books for last month." "Ah, thank you, Macdougal, remind me some time, will you?" "Very good, sir." Beaver said, "I'm going to Hetton to-morrow." "Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love." "What's the for... | "Well, old boy," he said. "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver looked at his watch. "But I think it's time I had one. Brandy and ginger ale." Jock called to the barman and then said: "Who was the old girl you wished on me at that party last night?" "She's called Mrs Tipping." "I thought she might be. That ... | a club of recent origin, founded in the burst of bonhomie immediately after the war. It was intended for young men, to be a place where they could straddle across the fire and be jolly in the card-room without incurring scowls from older members. But now these founders were themselves passing into middle age; they were... | a bathroom ceiling, an unknown young man paid cash for a cushion; in the intervals between these events, Mrs Beaver was able to descend to the basement where two dispirited girls were packing lampshades. It was cold down there in spite of a little oil stove, and the walls were always damp. The girls were becoming quite... | I was wondering, could you _possibly_ tell me the name of the young man you introduced to me last night at Madame de Trommet's? The one with the reddish moustache. I think he was in Parliament." "I expect you mean Jock Grant-Menzies." "Yes, that's the name. You don't by any chance know where I can find him, do you?" "H... | A Handful Of Dust |
"You'll like her, she's a grand girl. I often think Tony Last's one of the happiest men I know. He's got just enough money, loves the place, one son he's crazy about, devoted wife, not a worry in the world." | Jock Grant-Menzies | morning." "I've never met Brenda."<|quote|>"You'll like her, she's a grand girl. I often think Tony Last's one of the happiest men I know. He's got just enough money, loves the place, one son he's crazy about, devoted wife, not a worry in the world."</|quote|>"Most enviable. You don't know | stay in bed all the morning." "I've never met Brenda."<|quote|>"You'll like her, she's a grand girl. I often think Tony Last's one of the happiest men I know. He's got just enough money, loves the place, one son he's crazy about, devoted wife, not a worry in the world."</|quote|>"Most enviable. You don't know anyone el... | the form?" "Very quiet and enjoyable." "No paper games?" "Oh, no, nothing like that. A certain amount of bridge and backgammon and low poker with the neighbours." "Comfortable?" "Not bad. Plenty to drink. Rather a shortage of bathrooms. You can stay in bed all the morning." "I've never met Brenda."<|quote|>"You'll like... | The barman came with the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten shillings against you in my books for last month." "Ah, thank you, Macdougal, remind me some time, will you?" "Very good, sir." Beaver said, "I'm going to Hetton to-morrow." "Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love." "What's the form?" "Very quiet and enjo... | said. "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver looked at his watch. "But I think it's time I had one. Brandy and ginger ale." Jock called to the barman and then said: "Who was the old girl you wished on me at that party last night?" "She's called Mrs Tipping." "I thought she might be. That explains it. They ga... | origin, founded in the burst of bonhomie immediately after the war. It was intended for young men, to be a place where they could straddle across the fire and be jolly in the card-room without incurring scowls from older members. But now these founders were themselves passing into middle age; they were heavier, balder ... | unknown young man paid cash for a cushion; in the intervals between these events, Mrs Beaver was able to descend to the basement where two dispirited girls were packing lampshades. It was cold down there in spite of a little oil stove, and the walls were always damp. The girls were becoming quite deft, she noticed with... | Bratt's, derived from its elegant Georgian fa?ade, and finely panelled rooms, was entirely spurious, for it was a club of recent origin, founded in the burst of bonhomie immediately after the war. It was intended for young men, to be a place where they could straddle across the fire and be jolly in the card-room withou... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Most enviable. You don't know anyone else who's going, do you? I was wondering if I could get a lift down there." | John Beaver | a worry in the world."<|quote|>"Most enviable. You don't know anyone else who's going, do you? I was wondering if I could get a lift down there."</|quote|>"I don't, I'm afraid. It's | crazy about, devoted wife, not a worry in the world."<|quote|>"Most enviable. You don't know anyone else who's going, do you? I was wondering if I could get a lift down there."</|quote|>"I don't, I'm afraid. It's quite easy by train." "Yes, | stay in bed all the morning." "I've never met Brenda." "You'll like her, she's a grand girl. I often think Tony Last's one of the happiest men I know. He's got just enough money, loves the place, one son he's crazy about, devoted wife, not a worry in the world."<|quote|>"Most enviable. You don't know anyone else who's ... | "Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love." "What's the form?" "Very quiet and enjoyable." "No paper games?" "Oh, no, nothing like that. A certain amount of bridge and backgammon and low poker with the neighbours." "Comfortable?" "Not bad. Plenty to drink. Rather a shortage of bathrooms. You can stay in bed all the mo... | on me at that party last night?" "She's called Mrs Tipping." "I thought she might be. That explains it. They gave me a message downstairs that someone with a name like that wanted me to lunch with her." "Are you going?" "No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up that I'd have oysters here." The... | But now these founders were themselves passing into middle age; they were heavier, balder and redder in the face than when they had been demobilized, but their joviality persisted and it was their turn now to embarrass their successors, deploring their lack of manly and gentlemanly qualities. Six broad backs shut Beave... | oil stove, and the walls were always damp. The girls were becoming quite deft, she noticed with pleasure, particularly the shorter one who was handling the crates like a man. "That's the way," she said, "you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting." "Thank you, Mrs Beaver." They... | after the war. It was intended for young men, to be a place where they could straddle across the fire and be jolly in the card-room without incurring scowls from older members. But now these founders were themselves passing into middle age; they were heavier, balder and redder in the face than when they had been demobi... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I don't, I'm afraid. It's quite easy by train." | Jock Grant-Menzies | get a lift down there."<|quote|>"I don't, I'm afraid. It's quite easy by train."</|quote|>"Yes, but it's more pleasant | was wondering if I could get a lift down there."<|quote|>"I don't, I'm afraid. It's quite easy by train."</|quote|>"Yes, but it's more pleasant by road." "And cheaper." "Yes, | one of the happiest men I know. He's got just enough money, loves the place, one son he's crazy about, devoted wife, not a worry in the world." "Most enviable. You don't know anyone else who's going, do you? I was wondering if I could get a lift down there."<|quote|>"I don't, I'm afraid. It's quite easy by train."</|qu... | like that. A certain amount of bridge and backgammon and low poker with the neighbours." "Comfortable?" "Not bad. Plenty to drink. Rather a shortage of bathrooms. You can stay in bed all the morning." "I've never met Brenda." "You'll like her, she's a grand girl. I often think Tony Last's one of the happiest men I know... | a message downstairs that someone with a name like that wanted me to lunch with her." "Are you going?" "No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up that I'd have oysters here." The barman came with the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten shillings against you in my books for last month." "Ah, th... | had been demobilized, but their joviality persisted and it was their turn now to embarrass their successors, deploring their lack of manly and gentlemanly qualities. Six broad backs shut Beaver from the bar. He settled in one of the armchairs in the outer room and turned over the pages of the _New Yorker_, waiting unti... | who was handling the crates like a man. "That's the way," she said, "you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting." "Thank you, Mrs Beaver." They had better stay in the packing department for a bit, Mrs Beaver decided; as long as they would stand it. They had neither of them enou... | boy, what are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy," he said. "... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Yes, but it's more pleasant by road." | John Beaver | It's quite easy by train."<|quote|>"Yes, but it's more pleasant by road."</|quote|>"And cheaper." "Yes, and cheaper | there." "I don't, I'm afraid. It's quite easy by train."<|quote|>"Yes, but it's more pleasant by road."</|quote|>"And cheaper." "Yes, and cheaper I suppose... well, I'm going | just enough money, loves the place, one son he's crazy about, devoted wife, not a worry in the world." "Most enviable. You don't know anyone else who's going, do you? I was wondering if I could get a lift down there." "I don't, I'm afraid. It's quite easy by train."<|quote|>"Yes, but it's more pleasant by road."</|quot... | and low poker with the neighbours." "Comfortable?" "Not bad. Plenty to drink. Rather a shortage of bathrooms. You can stay in bed all the morning." "I've never met Brenda." "You'll like her, she's a grand girl. I often think Tony Last's one of the happiest men I know. He's got just enough money, loves the place, one so... | that wanted me to lunch with her." "Are you going?" "No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up that I'd have oysters here." The barman came with the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten shillings against you in my books for last month." "Ah, thank you, Macdougal, remind me some time, will you?"... | was their turn now to embarrass their successors, deploring their lack of manly and gentlemanly qualities. Six broad backs shut Beaver from the bar. He settled in one of the armchairs in the outer room and turned over the pages of the _New Yorker_, waiting until someone he knew should turn up. Jock Grant-Menzies came u... | the way," she said, "you are doing very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting." "Thank you, Mrs Beaver." They had better stay in the packing department for a bit, Mrs Beaver decided; as long as they would stand it. They had neither of them enough chic to work upstairs. Both had paid good pre... | knew should turn up. Jock Grant-Menzies came upstairs. The men at the bar greeted him saying, "Hullo, Jock old boy, what are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought... | A Handful Of Dust |
"And cheaper." | Jock Grant-Menzies | it's more pleasant by road."<|quote|>"And cheaper."</|quote|>"Yes, and cheaper I suppose... | easy by train." "Yes, but it's more pleasant by road."<|quote|>"And cheaper."</|quote|>"Yes, and cheaper I suppose... well, I'm going down to | son he's crazy about, devoted wife, not a worry in the world." "Most enviable. You don't know anyone else who's going, do you? I was wondering if I could get a lift down there." "I don't, I'm afraid. It's quite easy by train." "Yes, but it's more pleasant by road."<|quote|>"And cheaper."</|quote|>"Yes, and cheaper I su... | "Not bad. Plenty to drink. Rather a shortage of bathrooms. You can stay in bed all the morning." "I've never met Brenda." "You'll like her, she's a grand girl. I often think Tony Last's one of the happiest men I know. He's got just enough money, loves the place, one son he's crazy about, devoted wife, not a worry in th... | "Are you going?" "No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up that I'd have oysters here." The barman came with the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten shillings against you in my books for last month." "Ah, thank you, Macdougal, remind me some time, will you?" "Very good, sir." Beaver said, "I'... | successors, deploring their lack of manly and gentlemanly qualities. Six broad backs shut Beaver from the bar. He settled in one of the armchairs in the outer room and turned over the pages of the _New Yorker_, waiting until someone he knew should turn up. Jock Grant-Menzies came upstairs. The men at the bar greeted hi... | very nicely, Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting." "Thank you, Mrs Beaver." They had better stay in the packing department for a bit, Mrs Beaver decided; as long as they would stand it. They had neither of them enough chic to work upstairs. Both had paid good premiums to learn Mrs Beaver's art. Be... | she might be. That explains it. They gave me a message downstairs that someone with a name like that wanted me to lunch with her." "Are you going?" "No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up that I'd have oysters here." The barman came with the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten shillings aga... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Yes, and cheaper I suppose... well, I'm going down to lunch. You won't have another?" | John Beaver | pleasant by road." "And cheaper."<|quote|>"Yes, and cheaper I suppose... well, I'm going down to lunch. You won't have another?"</|quote|>Beaver rose to go. "Yes, | train." "Yes, but it's more pleasant by road." "And cheaper."<|quote|>"Yes, and cheaper I suppose... well, I'm going down to lunch. You won't have another?"</|quote|>Beaver rose to go. "Yes, I think I will." "Oh, | crazy about, devoted wife, not a worry in the world." "Most enviable. You don't know anyone else who's going, do you? I was wondering if I could get a lift down there." "I don't, I'm afraid. It's quite easy by train." "Yes, but it's more pleasant by road." "And cheaper."<|quote|>"Yes, and cheaper I suppose... well, I'm... | Plenty to drink. Rather a shortage of bathrooms. You can stay in bed all the morning." "I've never met Brenda." "You'll like her, she's a grand girl. I often think Tony Last's one of the happiest men I know. He's got just enough money, loves the place, one son he's crazy about, devoted wife, not a worry in the world." ... | going?" "No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up that I'd have oysters here." The barman came with the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten shillings against you in my books for last month." "Ah, thank you, Macdougal, remind me some time, will you?" "Very good, sir." Beaver said, "I'm going t... | their lack of manly and gentlemanly qualities. Six broad backs shut Beaver from the bar. He settled in one of the armchairs in the outer room and turned over the pages of the _New Yorker_, waiting until someone he knew should turn up. Jock Grant-Menzies came upstairs. The men at the bar greeted him saying, "Hullo, Jock... | Joyce. I'll soon get you on to something more interesting." "Thank you, Mrs Beaver." They had better stay in the packing department for a bit, Mrs Beaver decided; as long as they would stand it. They had neither of them enough chic to work upstairs. Both had paid good premiums to learn Mrs Beaver's art. Beaver sat on b... | Beaver from the bar. He settled in one of the armchairs in the outer room and turned over the pages of the _New Yorker_, waiting until someone he knew should turn up. Jock Grant-Menzies came upstairs. The men at the bar greeted him saying, "Hullo, Jock old boy, what are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" ... | A Handful Of Dust |
Beaver rose to go. | No speaker | lunch. You won't have another?"<|quote|>Beaver rose to go.</|quote|>"Yes, I think I will." | well, I'm going down to lunch. You won't have another?"<|quote|>Beaver rose to go.</|quote|>"Yes, I think I will." "Oh, all right. Macdougal. Two | anyone else who's going, do you? I was wondering if I could get a lift down there." "I don't, I'm afraid. It's quite easy by train." "Yes, but it's more pleasant by road." "And cheaper." "Yes, and cheaper I suppose... well, I'm going down to lunch. You won't have another?"<|quote|>Beaver rose to go.</|quote|>"Yes, I th... | morning." "I've never met Brenda." "You'll like her, she's a grand girl. I often think Tony Last's one of the happiest men I know. He's got just enough money, loves the place, one son he's crazy about, devoted wife, not a worry in the world." "Most enviable. You don't know anyone else who's going, do you? I was wonderi... | that I'd have oysters here." The barman came with the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten shillings against you in my books for last month." "Ah, thank you, Macdougal, remind me some time, will you?" "Very good, sir." Beaver said, "I'm going to Hetton to-morrow." "Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love." "What's th... | He settled in one of the armchairs in the outer room and turned over the pages of the _New Yorker_, waiting until someone he knew should turn up. Jock Grant-Menzies came upstairs. The men at the bar greeted him saying, "Hullo, Jock old boy, what are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young to h... | had better stay in the packing department for a bit, Mrs Beaver decided; as long as they would stand it. They had neither of them enough chic to work upstairs. Both had paid good premiums to learn Mrs Beaver's art. Beaver sat on beside his telephone. Once it rang and a voice said, "Mr Beaver? Will you please hold the l... | that someone with a name like that wanted me to lunch with her." "Are you going?" "No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up that I'd have oysters here." The barman came with the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten shillings against you in my books for last month." "Ah, thank you, Macdougal, r... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Yes, I think I will." | Jock Grant-Menzies | another?" Beaver rose to go.<|quote|>"Yes, I think I will."</|quote|>"Oh, all right. Macdougal. Two | to lunch. You won't have another?" Beaver rose to go.<|quote|>"Yes, I think I will."</|quote|>"Oh, all right. Macdougal. Two more, please." Macdougal said, "Shall | do you? I was wondering if I could get a lift down there." "I don't, I'm afraid. It's quite easy by train." "Yes, but it's more pleasant by road." "And cheaper." "Yes, and cheaper I suppose... well, I'm going down to lunch. You won't have another?" Beaver rose to go.<|quote|>"Yes, I think I will."</|quote|>"Oh, all rig... | Brenda." "You'll like her, she's a grand girl. I often think Tony Last's one of the happiest men I know. He's got just enough money, loves the place, one son he's crazy about, devoted wife, not a worry in the world." "Most enviable. You don't know anyone else who's going, do you? I was wondering if I could get a lift d... | here." The barman came with the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten shillings against you in my books for last month." "Ah, thank you, Macdougal, remind me some time, will you?" "Very good, sir." Beaver said, "I'm going to Hetton to-morrow." "Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love." "What's the form?" "Very quiet a... | of the armchairs in the outer room and turned over the pages of the _New Yorker_, waiting until someone he knew should turn up. Jock Grant-Menzies came upstairs. The men at the bar greeted him saying, "Hullo, Jock old boy, what are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young to have fought in the ... | the packing department for a bit, Mrs Beaver decided; as long as they would stand it. They had neither of them enough chic to work upstairs. Both had paid good premiums to learn Mrs Beaver's art. Beaver sat on beside his telephone. Once it rang and a voice said, "Mr Beaver? Will you please hold the line, sir, Mrs Tippi... | "Jock Grant-Menzies, Bratt's Club. Thank you so _very_ much. It _is_ kind of you. I hope you will come and see me some day. _Good_-bye." After that the telephone was silent. At one o'clock Beaver despaired. He put on his overcoat, his gloves, his bowler hat and with neatly rolled umbrella set off to his club, taking a ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Oh, all right. Macdougal. Two more, please." | John Beaver | "Yes, I think I will."<|quote|>"Oh, all right. Macdougal. Two more, please."</|quote|>Macdougal said, "Shall I book | another?" Beaver rose to go. "Yes, I think I will."<|quote|>"Oh, all right. Macdougal. Two more, please."</|quote|>Macdougal said, "Shall I book them to you, sir?" "Yes, | if I could get a lift down there." "I don't, I'm afraid. It's quite easy by train." "Yes, but it's more pleasant by road." "And cheaper." "Yes, and cheaper I suppose... well, I'm going down to lunch. You won't have another?" Beaver rose to go. "Yes, I think I will."<|quote|>"Oh, all right. Macdougal. Two more, please."... | a grand girl. I often think Tony Last's one of the happiest men I know. He's got just enough money, loves the place, one son he's crazy about, devoted wife, not a worry in the world." "Most enviable. You don't know anyone else who's going, do you? I was wondering if I could get a lift down there." "I don't, I'm afraid.... | the drinks. "Mr Beaver, sir, there's ten shillings against you in my books for last month." "Ah, thank you, Macdougal, remind me some time, will you?" "Very good, sir." Beaver said, "I'm going to Hetton to-morrow." "Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love." "What's the form?" "Very quiet and enjoyable." "No paper gam... | outer room and turned over the pages of the _New Yorker_, waiting until someone he knew should turn up. Jock Grant-Menzies came upstairs. The men at the bar greeted him saying, "Hullo, Jock old boy, what are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young to have fought in the war but these men though... | bit, Mrs Beaver decided; as long as they would stand it. They had neither of them enough chic to work upstairs. Both had paid good premiums to learn Mrs Beaver's art. Beaver sat on beside his telephone. Once it rang and a voice said, "Mr Beaver? Will you please hold the line, sir, Mrs Tipping would like to speak to you... | their turn now to embarrass their successors, deploring their lack of manly and gentlemanly qualities. Six broad backs shut Beaver from the bar. He settled in one of the armchairs in the outer room and turned over the pages of the _New Yorker_, waiting until someone he knew should turn up. Jock Grant-Menzies came upsta... | A Handful Of Dust |
Macdougal said, | No speaker | right. Macdougal. Two more, please."<|quote|>Macdougal said,</|quote|>"Shall I book them to | think I will." "Oh, all right. Macdougal. Two more, please."<|quote|>Macdougal said,</|quote|>"Shall I book them to you, sir?" "Yes, if you | there." "I don't, I'm afraid. It's quite easy by train." "Yes, but it's more pleasant by road." "And cheaper." "Yes, and cheaper I suppose... well, I'm going down to lunch. You won't have another?" Beaver rose to go. "Yes, I think I will." "Oh, all right. Macdougal. Two more, please."<|quote|>Macdougal said,</|quote|>"... | Last's one of the happiest men I know. He's got just enough money, loves the place, one son he's crazy about, devoted wife, not a worry in the world." "Most enviable. You don't know anyone else who's going, do you? I was wondering if I could get a lift down there." "I don't, I'm afraid. It's quite easy by train." "Yes,... | shillings against you in my books for last month." "Ah, thank you, Macdougal, remind me some time, will you?" "Very good, sir." Beaver said, "I'm going to Hetton to-morrow." "Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love." "What's the form?" "Very quiet and enjoyable." "No paper games?" "Oh, no, nothing like that. A certai... | of the _New Yorker_, waiting until someone he knew should turn up. Jock Grant-Menzies came upstairs. The men at the bar greeted him saying, "Hullo, Jock old boy, what are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him fa... | they would stand it. They had neither of them enough chic to work upstairs. Both had paid good premiums to learn Mrs Beaver's art. Beaver sat on beside his telephone. Once it rang and a voice said, "Mr Beaver? Will you please hold the line, sir, Mrs Tipping would like to speak to you." The intervening silence was full ... | * * * The air of antiquity pervading Bratt's, derived from its elegant Georgian fa?ade, and finely panelled rooms, was entirely spurious, for it was a club of recent origin, founded in the burst of bonhomie immediately after the war. It was intended for young men, to be a place where they could straddle across the fire... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Yes, if you will." | John Beaver | book them to you, sir?"<|quote|>"Yes, if you will."</|quote|>Later, at the bar, Jock | please." Macdougal said, "Shall I book them to you, sir?"<|quote|>"Yes, if you will."</|quote|>Later, at the bar, Jock said, "I made Beaver pay | train." "Yes, but it's more pleasant by road." "And cheaper." "Yes, and cheaper I suppose... well, I'm going down to lunch. You won't have another?" Beaver rose to go. "Yes, I think I will." "Oh, all right. Macdougal. Two more, please." Macdougal said, "Shall I book them to you, sir?"<|quote|>"Yes, if you will."</|quot... | got just enough money, loves the place, one son he's crazy about, devoted wife, not a worry in the world." "Most enviable. You don't know anyone else who's going, do you? I was wondering if I could get a lift down there." "I don't, I'm afraid. It's quite easy by train." "Yes, but it's more pleasant by road." "And cheap... | "Ah, thank you, Macdougal, remind me some time, will you?" "Very good, sir." Beaver said, "I'm going to Hetton to-morrow." "Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love." "What's the form?" "Very quiet and enjoyable." "No paper games?" "Oh, no, nothing like that. A certain amount of bridge and backgammon and low poker wit... | should turn up. Jock Grant-Menzies came upstairs. The men at the bar greeted him saying, "Hullo, Jock old boy, what are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, oug... | enough chic to work upstairs. Both had paid good premiums to learn Mrs Beaver's art. Beaver sat on beside his telephone. Once it rang and a voice said, "Mr Beaver? Will you please hold the line, sir, Mrs Tipping would like to speak to you." The intervening silence was full of pleasant expectation. Mrs Tipping had a lun... | bar. He settled in one of the armchairs in the outer room and turned over the pages of the _New Yorker_, waiting until someone he knew should turn up. Jock Grant-Menzies came upstairs. The men at the bar greeted him saying, "Hullo, Jock old boy, what are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young... | A Handful Of Dust |
Later, at the bar, Jock said, | No speaker | sir?" "Yes, if you will."<|quote|>Later, at the bar, Jock said,</|quote|>"I made Beaver pay for | I book them to you, sir?" "Yes, if you will."<|quote|>Later, at the bar, Jock said,</|quote|>"I made Beaver pay for a drink." "He can't have | more pleasant by road." "And cheaper." "Yes, and cheaper I suppose... well, I'm going down to lunch. You won't have another?" Beaver rose to go. "Yes, I think I will." "Oh, all right. Macdougal. Two more, please." Macdougal said, "Shall I book them to you, sir?" "Yes, if you will."<|quote|>Later, at the bar, Jock said,... | loves the place, one son he's crazy about, devoted wife, not a worry in the world." "Most enviable. You don't know anyone else who's going, do you? I was wondering if I could get a lift down there." "I don't, I'm afraid. It's quite easy by train." "Yes, but it's more pleasant by road." "And cheaper." "Yes, and cheaper ... | remind me some time, will you?" "Very good, sir." Beaver said, "I'm going to Hetton to-morrow." "Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love." "What's the form?" "Very quiet and enjoyable." "No paper games?" "Oh, no, nothing like that. A certain amount of bridge and backgammon and low poker with the neighbours." "Comfort... | Grant-Menzies came upstairs. The men at the bar greeted him saying, "Hullo, Jock old boy, what are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got ... | upstairs. Both had paid good premiums to learn Mrs Beaver's art. Beaver sat on beside his telephone. Once it rang and a voice said, "Mr Beaver? Will you please hold the line, sir, Mrs Tipping would like to speak to you." The intervening silence was full of pleasant expectation. Mrs Tipping had a luncheon party that day... | antiquity pervading Bratt's, derived from its elegant Georgian fa?ade, and finely panelled rooms, was entirely spurious, for it was a club of recent origin, founded in the burst of bonhomie immediately after the war. It was intended for young men, to be a place where they could straddle across the fire and be jolly in ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I made Beaver pay for a drink." | Jock Grant-Menzies | at the bar, Jock said,<|quote|>"I made Beaver pay for a drink."</|quote|>"He can't have liked that." | "Yes, if you will." Later, at the bar, Jock said,<|quote|>"I made Beaver pay for a drink."</|quote|>"He can't have liked that." "He nearly died of it. | "Yes, and cheaper I suppose... well, I'm going down to lunch. You won't have another?" Beaver rose to go. "Yes, I think I will." "Oh, all right. Macdougal. Two more, please." Macdougal said, "Shall I book them to you, sir?" "Yes, if you will." Later, at the bar, Jock said,<|quote|>"I made Beaver pay for a drink."</|quo... | crazy about, devoted wife, not a worry in the world." "Most enviable. You don't know anyone else who's going, do you? I was wondering if I could get a lift down there." "I don't, I'm afraid. It's quite easy by train." "Yes, but it's more pleasant by road." "And cheaper." "Yes, and cheaper I suppose... well, I'm going d... | "Very good, sir." Beaver said, "I'm going to Hetton to-morrow." "Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love." "What's the form?" "Very quiet and enjoyable." "No paper games?" "Oh, no, nothing like that. A certain amount of bridge and backgammon and low poker with the neighbours." "Comfortable?" "Not bad. Plenty to drink... | the bar greeted him saying, "Hullo, Jock old boy, what are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped t... | to learn Mrs Beaver's art. Beaver sat on beside his telephone. Once it rang and a voice said, "Mr Beaver? Will you please hold the line, sir, Mrs Tipping would like to speak to you." The intervening silence was full of pleasant expectation. Mrs Tipping had a luncheon party that day, he knew; they had spent some time to... | of manly and gentlemanly qualities. Six broad backs shut Beaver from the bar. He settled in one of the armchairs in the outer room and turned over the pages of the _New Yorker_, waiting until someone he knew should turn up. Jock Grant-Menzies came upstairs. The men at the bar greeted him saying, "Hullo, Jock old boy, w... | A Handful Of Dust |
"He can't have liked that." | Unknowable | Beaver pay for a drink."<|quote|>"He can't have liked that."</|quote|>"He nearly died of it. | bar, Jock said, "I made Beaver pay for a drink."<|quote|>"He can't have liked that."</|quote|>"He nearly died of it. Know anything about pigs?" "No. | going down to lunch. You won't have another?" Beaver rose to go. "Yes, I think I will." "Oh, all right. Macdougal. Two more, please." Macdougal said, "Shall I book them to you, sir?" "Yes, if you will." Later, at the bar, Jock said, "I made Beaver pay for a drink."<|quote|>"He can't have liked that."</|quote|>"He nearl... | in the world." "Most enviable. You don't know anyone else who's going, do you? I was wondering if I could get a lift down there." "I don't, I'm afraid. It's quite easy by train." "Yes, but it's more pleasant by road." "And cheaper." "Yes, and cheaper I suppose... well, I'm going down to lunch. You won't have another?" ... | to Hetton to-morrow." "Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love." "What's the form?" "Very quiet and enjoyable." "No paper games?" "Oh, no, nothing like that. A certain amount of bridge and backgammon and low poker with the neighbours." "Comfortable?" "Not bad. Plenty to drink. Rather a shortage of bathrooms. You can ... | old boy, what are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy," he sai... | on beside his telephone. Once it rang and a voice said, "Mr Beaver? Will you please hold the line, sir, Mrs Tipping would like to speak to you." The intervening silence was full of pleasant expectation. Mrs Tipping had a luncheon party that day, he knew; they had spent some time together the evening before and he had b... | umbrella set off to his club, taking a penny bus as far as the corner of Bond Street. * * * * * The air of antiquity pervading Bratt's, derived from its elegant Georgian fa?ade, and finely panelled rooms, was entirely spurious, for it was a club of recent origin, founded in the burst of bonhomie immediately after the w... | A Handful Of Dust |
"He nearly died of it. Know anything about pigs?" | Jock Grant-Menzies | "He can't have liked that."<|quote|>"He nearly died of it. Know anything about pigs?"</|quote|>"No. Why." "Only that they | Beaver pay for a drink." "He can't have liked that."<|quote|>"He nearly died of it. Know anything about pigs?"</|quote|>"No. Why." "Only that they keep writing to me about | won't have another?" Beaver rose to go. "Yes, I think I will." "Oh, all right. Macdougal. Two more, please." Macdougal said, "Shall I book them to you, sir?" "Yes, if you will." Later, at the bar, Jock said, "I made Beaver pay for a drink." "He can't have liked that."<|quote|>"He nearly died of it. Know anything about ... | You don't know anyone else who's going, do you? I was wondering if I could get a lift down there." "I don't, I'm afraid. It's quite easy by train." "Yes, but it's more pleasant by road." "And cheaper." "Yes, and cheaper I suppose... well, I'm going down to lunch. You won't have another?" Beaver rose to go. "Yes, I thin... | now? Give Tony and Brenda my love." "What's the form?" "Very quiet and enjoyable." "No paper games?" "Oh, no, nothing like that. A certain amount of bridge and backgammon and low poker with the neighbours." "Comfortable?" "Not bad. Plenty to drink. Rather a shortage of bathrooms. You can stay in bed all the morning." "... | drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy," he said. "What are you drink... | it rang and a voice said, "Mr Beaver? Will you please hold the line, sir, Mrs Tipping would like to speak to you." The intervening silence was full of pleasant expectation. Mrs Tipping had a luncheon party that day, he knew; they had spent some time together the evening before and he had been particularly successful wi... | now? Give Tony and Brenda my love." "What's the form?" "Very quiet and enjoyable." "No paper games?" "Oh, no, nothing like that. A certain amount of bridge and backgammon and low poker with the neighbours." "Comfortable?" "Not bad. Plenty to drink. Rather a shortage of bathrooms. You can stay in bed all the morning." "... | A Handful Of Dust |
"No. Why." | Unknowable | it. Know anything about pigs?"<|quote|>"No. Why."</|quote|>"Only that they keep writing | that." "He nearly died of it. Know anything about pigs?"<|quote|>"No. Why."</|quote|>"Only that they keep writing to me about them from | think I will." "Oh, all right. Macdougal. Two more, please." Macdougal said, "Shall I book them to you, sir?" "Yes, if you will." Later, at the bar, Jock said, "I made Beaver pay for a drink." "He can't have liked that." "He nearly died of it. Know anything about pigs?"<|quote|>"No. Why."</|quote|>"Only that they keep ... | I was wondering if I could get a lift down there." "I don't, I'm afraid. It's quite easy by train." "Yes, but it's more pleasant by road." "And cheaper." "Yes, and cheaper I suppose... well, I'm going down to lunch. You won't have another?" Beaver rose to go. "Yes, I think I will." "Oh, all right. Macdougal. Two more, ... | form?" "Very quiet and enjoyable." "No paper games?" "Oh, no, nothing like that. A certain amount of bridge and backgammon and low poker with the neighbours." "Comfortable?" "Not bad. Plenty to drink. Rather a shortage of bathrooms. You can stay in bed all the morning." "I've never met Brenda." "You'll like her, she's ... | too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy," he said. "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver looked at his watch. ... | you please hold the line, sir, Mrs Tipping would like to speak to you." The intervening silence was full of pleasant expectation. Mrs Tipping had a luncheon party that day, he knew; they had spent some time together the evening before and he had been particularly successful with her. Someone had chucked... "Oh, Mr Beav... | the old girl you wished on me at that party last night?" "She's called Mrs Tipping." "I thought she might be. That explains it. They gave me a message downstairs that someone with a name like that wanted me to lunch with her." "Are you going?" "No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up that I'd... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Only that they keep writing to me about them from my constituency." | Jock Grant-Menzies | anything about pigs?" "No. Why."<|quote|>"Only that they keep writing to me about them from my constituency."</|quote|>* * * * * | nearly died of it. Know anything about pigs?" "No. Why."<|quote|>"Only that they keep writing to me about them from my constituency."</|quote|>* * * * * Beaver went downstairs but before | will." "Oh, all right. Macdougal. Two more, please." Macdougal said, "Shall I book them to you, sir?" "Yes, if you will." Later, at the bar, Jock said, "I made Beaver pay for a drink." "He can't have liked that." "He nearly died of it. Know anything about pigs?" "No. Why."<|quote|>"Only that they keep writing to me abo... | wondering if I could get a lift down there." "I don't, I'm afraid. It's quite easy by train." "Yes, but it's more pleasant by road." "And cheaper." "Yes, and cheaper I suppose... well, I'm going down to lunch. You won't have another?" Beaver rose to go. "Yes, I think I will." "Oh, all right. Macdougal. Two more, please... | quiet and enjoyable." "No paper games?" "Oh, no, nothing like that. A certain amount of bridge and backgammon and low poker with the neighbours." "Comfortable?" "Not bad. Plenty to drink. Rather a shortage of bathrooms. You can stay in bed all the morning." "I've never met Brenda." "You'll like her, she's a grand girl.... | to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy," he said. "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver looked at his watch. "But I thi... | hold the line, sir, Mrs Tipping would like to speak to you." The intervening silence was full of pleasant expectation. Mrs Tipping had a luncheon party that day, he knew; they had spent some time together the evening before and he had been particularly successful with her. Someone had chucked... "Oh, Mr Beaver, I _am_ ... | will you?" "Very good, sir." Beaver said, "I'm going to Hetton to-morrow." "Are you now? Give Tony and Brenda my love." "What's the form?" "Very quiet and enjoyable." "No paper games?" "Oh, no, nothing like that. A certain amount of bridge and backgammon and low poker with the neighbours." "Comfortable?" "Not bad. Plen... | A Handful Of Dust |
* * * * * Beaver went downstairs but before going into the dining-room he told the porter to ring up his home and see if there was any message for him. | No speaker | about them from my constituency."<|quote|>* * * * * Beaver went downstairs but before going into the dining-room he told the porter to ring up his home and see if there was any message for him.</|quote|>"Mrs Tipping rang up a | they keep writing to me about them from my constituency."<|quote|>* * * * * Beaver went downstairs but before going into the dining-room he told the porter to ring up his home and see if there was any message for him.</|quote|>"Mrs Tipping rang up a few minutes ago and asked | book them to you, sir?" "Yes, if you will." Later, at the bar, Jock said, "I made Beaver pay for a drink." "He can't have liked that." "He nearly died of it. Know anything about pigs?" "No. Why." "Only that they keep writing to me about them from my constituency."<|quote|>* * * * * Beaver went downstairs but before goi... | afraid. It's quite easy by train." "Yes, but it's more pleasant by road." "And cheaper." "Yes, and cheaper I suppose... well, I'm going down to lunch. You won't have another?" Beaver rose to go. "Yes, I think I will." "Oh, all right. Macdougal. Two more, please." Macdougal said, "Shall I book them to you, sir?" "Yes, i... | certain amount of bridge and backgammon and low poker with the neighbours." "Comfortable?" "Not bad. Plenty to drink. Rather a shortage of bathrooms. You can stay in bed all the morning." "I've never met Brenda." "You'll like her, she's a grand girl. I often think Tony Last's one of the happiest men I know. He's got ju... | all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy," he said. "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver looked at his watch. "But I think it's time I had one. Brandy and ginger ale." Jock ca... | The intervening silence was full of pleasant expectation. Mrs Tipping had a luncheon party that day, he knew; they had spent some time together the evening before and he had been particularly successful with her. Someone had chucked... "Oh, Mr Beaver, I _am_ so sorry to trouble you. I was wondering, could you _possibly... | someone he knew should turn up. Jock Grant-Menzies came upstairs. The men at the bar greeted him saying, "Hullo, Jock old boy, what are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, t... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Will you ring her up and say that I shall be delighted to, but that I may be a few minutes late?" | John Beaver | to luncheon with her to-day."<|quote|>"Will you ring her up and say that I shall be delighted to, but that I may be a few minutes late?"</|quote|>It was just after half-past | asked whether you could come to luncheon with her to-day."<|quote|>"Will you ring her up and say that I shall be delighted to, but that I may be a few minutes late?"</|quote|>It was just after half-past one when he left Bratt's | * * * * Beaver went downstairs but before going into the dining-room he told the porter to ring up his home and see if there was any message for him. "Mrs Tipping rang up a few minutes ago and asked whether you could come to luncheon with her to-day."<|quote|>"Will you ring her up and say that I shall be delighted to, ... | them to you, sir?" "Yes, if you will." Later, at the bar, Jock said, "I made Beaver pay for a drink." "He can't have liked that." "He nearly died of it. Know anything about pigs?" "No. Why." "Only that they keep writing to me about them from my constituency." * * * * * Beaver went downstairs but before going into the d... | men I know. He's got just enough money, loves the place, one son he's crazy about, devoted wife, not a worry in the world." "Most enviable. You don't know anyone else who's going, do you? I was wondering if I could get a lift down there." "I don't, I'm afraid. It's quite easy by train." "Yes, but it's more pleasant by ... | it's time I had one. Brandy and ginger ale." Jock called to the barman and then said: "Who was the old girl you wished on me at that party last night?" "She's called Mrs Tipping." "I thought she might be. That explains it. They gave me a message downstairs that someone with a name like that wanted me to lunch with her.... | could you _possibly_ tell me the name of the young man you introduced to me last night at Madame de Trommet's? The one with the reddish moustache. I think he was in Parliament." "I expect you mean Jock Grant-Menzies." "Yes, that's the name. You don't by any chance know where I can find him, do you?" "He's in the book b... | said. "What are you drinking?" "Nothing so far." Beaver looked at his watch. "But I think it's time I had one. Brandy and ginger ale." Jock called to the barman and then said: "Who was the old girl you wished on me at that party last night?" "She's called Mrs Tipping." "I thought she might be. That explains it. They ga... | A Handful Of Dust |
It was just after half-past one when he left Bratt's and walked at a good pace towards Hill Street. CHAPTER II ENGLISH GOTHIC [I] _Between the villages of Hetton and Compton Last lies the extensive park of Hetton Abbey. This, formerly one of the notable houses of the county, was entirely rebuilt in 1864 in the Gothic s... | No speaker | be a few minutes late?"<|quote|>It was just after half-past one when he left Bratt's and walked at a good pace towards Hill Street. CHAPTER II ENGLISH GOTHIC [I] _Between the villages of Hetton and Compton Last lies the extensive park of Hetton Abbey. This, formerly one of the notable houses of the county, was entirely... | to, but that I may be a few minutes late?"<|quote|>It was just after half-past one when he left Bratt's and walked at a good pace towards Hill Street. CHAPTER II ENGLISH GOTHIC [I] _Between the villages of Hetton and Compton Last lies the extensive park of Hetton Abbey. This, formerly one of the notable houses of the c... | and see if there was any message for him. "Mrs Tipping rang up a few minutes ago and asked whether you could come to luncheon with her to-day." "Will you ring her up and say that I shall be delighted to, but that I may be a few minutes late?"<|quote|>It was just after half-past one when he left Bratt's and walked at a ... | can't have liked that." "He nearly died of it. Know anything about pigs?" "No. Why." "Only that they keep writing to me about them from my constituency." * * * * * Beaver went downstairs but before going into the dining-room he told the porter to ring up his home and see if there was any message for him. "Mrs Tipping r... | the world." "Most enviable. You don't know anyone else who's going, do you? I was wondering if I could get a lift down there." "I don't, I'm afraid. It's quite easy by train." "Yes, but it's more pleasant by road." "And cheaper." "Yes, and cheaper I suppose... well, I'm going down to lunch. You won't have another?" Bea... | you wished on me at that party last night?" "She's called Mrs Tipping." "I thought she might be. That explains it. They gave me a message downstairs that someone with a name like that wanted me to lunch with her." "Are you going?" "No, I'm no good at lunch parties. Besides, I decided when I got up that I'd have oysters... | one with the reddish moustache. I think he was in Parliament." "I expect you mean Jock Grant-Menzies." "Yes, that's the name. You don't by any chance know where I can find him, do you?" "He's in the book but I don't suppose he'll be at home now. You might be able to get him at Bratt's at about one. He's almost always t... | what are you drinking?" or, more simply, "Well, old boy?" He was too young to have fought in the war but these men thought he was all right; they liked him far more than they did Beaver, who, they thought, ought never to have got into the club at all. But Jock stopped to talk to Beaver. "Well, old boy," he said. "What ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Has her ladyship been called yet?" | Tony Last | Then he rang the bell.<|quote|>"Has her ladyship been called yet?"</|quote|>"About a quarter of an | the renovation of his ceiling. Then he rang the bell.<|quote|>"Has her ladyship been called yet?"</|quote|>"About a quarter of an hour ago, sir." "Then I'll | at Home_, _Conjuring for All_, _The Young Visiters_, _The Law of Landlord and Tenant_, _Farewell to Arms_. * * * * * All over England people were waking up, queasy and despondent. Tony lay for ten minutes very happily planning the renovation of his ceiling. Then he rang the bell.<|quote|>"Has her ladyship been called y... | diptych which had stood by his bed at school; Brenda, eight years ago when he had been trying to get engaged to her; Brenda with John, taken just after the christening; an aquatint of Hetton, as it had stood until his great-grandfather demolished it; some shelves of books, _Bevis_, _Woodwork at Home_, _Conjuring for Al... | calling distance of his parents (inseparable in Guinevere), for until quite late in his life he was subject to nightmares. He had taken nothing from the room since he had slept there, but every year added to its contents, so that it now formed a gallery representative of every phase of his adolescence--the framed pictu... | was urns and colonnades; but the time would come, perhaps in John Andrew's day, when opinion would reinstate Hetton in its proper place. Already it was referred to as "amusing", and a very civil young man had asked permission to photograph it for an architectural review. * * * * * The ceiling of Morgan le Fay was not i... | may be viewed on application by writing. It contains some good portraits and furniture. The terrace commands a fine view._ This passage from the county Guide Book did not cause Tony Last any serious annoyance. Unkinder things had been said. His Aunt Frances, embittered by an upbringing of unremitting severity, remarked... | of the thirteenth century, from whose bay window one could count, on days of exceptional clearness, the spires of six churches--all these things with which he had grown up were a source of constant delight and exultation to Tony; things of tender memory and proud possession. They were not in the fashion, he fully reali... | A Handful Of Dust |
"About a quarter of an hour ago, sir." | No speaker | her ladyship been called yet?"<|quote|>"About a quarter of an hour ago, sir."</|quote|>"Then I'll have breakfast in | he rang the bell. "Has her ladyship been called yet?"<|quote|>"About a quarter of an hour ago, sir."</|quote|>"Then I'll have breakfast in her room." He put on | Young Visiters_, _The Law of Landlord and Tenant_, _Farewell to Arms_. * * * * * All over England people were waking up, queasy and despondent. Tony lay for ten minutes very happily planning the renovation of his ceiling. Then he rang the bell. "Has her ladyship been called yet?"<|quote|>"About a quarter of an hour ago... | bed at school; Brenda, eight years ago when he had been trying to get engaged to her; Brenda with John, taken just after the christening; an aquatint of Hetton, as it had stood until his great-grandfather demolished it; some shelves of books, _Bevis_, _Woodwork at Home_, _Conjuring for All_, _The Young Visiters_, _The ... | in Guinevere), for until quite late in his life he was subject to nightmares. He had taken nothing from the room since he had slept there, but every year added to its contents, so that it now formed a gallery representative of every phase of his adolescence--the framed picture of a dreadnought (a coloured supplement fr... | time would come, perhaps in John Andrew's day, when opinion would reinstate Hetton in its proper place. Already it was referred to as "amusing", and a very civil young man had asked permission to photograph it for an architectural review. * * * * * The ceiling of Morgan le Fay was not in perfect repair. In order to mak... | writing. It contains some good portraits and furniture. The terrace commands a fine view._ This passage from the county Guide Book did not cause Tony Last any serious annoyance. Unkinder things had been said. His Aunt Frances, embittered by an upbringing of unremitting severity, remarked that the plans of the house mus... | on days of exceptional clearness, the spires of six churches--all these things with which he had grown up were a source of constant delight and exultation to Tony; things of tender memory and proud possession. They were not in the fashion, he fully realized. Twenty years ago people had liked half timber and old pewter;... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Then I'll have breakfast in her room." | Tony Last | of an hour ago, sir."<|quote|>"Then I'll have breakfast in her room."</|quote|>He put on his dressing-gown | called yet?" "About a quarter of an hour ago, sir."<|quote|>"Then I'll have breakfast in her room."</|quote|>He put on his dressing-gown and slippers and went through | _Farewell to Arms_. * * * * * All over England people were waking up, queasy and despondent. Tony lay for ten minutes very happily planning the renovation of his ceiling. Then he rang the bell. "Has her ladyship been called yet?" "About a quarter of an hour ago, sir."<|quote|>"Then I'll have breakfast in her room."</|q... | he had been trying to get engaged to her; Brenda with John, taken just after the christening; an aquatint of Hetton, as it had stood until his great-grandfather demolished it; some shelves of books, _Bevis_, _Woodwork at Home_, _Conjuring for All_, _The Young Visiters_, _The Law of Landlord and Tenant_, _Farewell to Ar... | life he was subject to nightmares. He had taken nothing from the room since he had slept there, but every year added to its contents, so that it now formed a gallery representative of every phase of his adolescence--the framed picture of a dreadnought (a coloured supplement from _Chums_), all its guns spouting flame an... | when opinion would reinstate Hetton in its proper place. Already it was referred to as "amusing", and a very civil young man had asked permission to photograph it for an architectural review. * * * * * The ceiling of Morgan le Fay was not in perfect repair. In order to make an appearance of coffered wood, moulded slats... | The terrace commands a fine view._ This passage from the county Guide Book did not cause Tony Last any serious annoyance. Unkinder things had been said. His Aunt Frances, embittered by an upbringing of unremitting severity, remarked that the plans of the house must have been adapted by Mr Pecksniff from one of his pupi... | shut off; the dining-hall with its hammer-beam roof and pitch-pine minstrels" gallery; the bedrooms with their brass bedsteads, each with a frieze of Gothic text, each named from Malory, Yseult, Elaine, Mordred and Merlin, Gawaine and Bedivere, Lancelot, Perceval, Tristram, Galahad, his own dressing-room, Morgan le Fay... | A Handful Of Dust |
He put on his dressing-gown and slippers and went through into Guinevere. Brenda lay on the dais. She had insisted on a modern bed. Her tray was beside her and the quilt was littered with envelopes, letters and the daily papers. Her head was propped against a very small blue pillow; clean of make-up, her face was almos... | No speaker | have breakfast in her room."<|quote|>He put on his dressing-gown and slippers and went through into Guinevere. Brenda lay on the dais. She had insisted on a modern bed. Her tray was beside her and the quilt was littered with envelopes, letters and the daily papers. Her head was propped against a very small blue pillow;... | hour ago, sir." "Then I'll have breakfast in her room."<|quote|>He put on his dressing-gown and slippers and went through into Guinevere. Brenda lay on the dais. She had insisted on a modern bed. Her tray was beside her and the quilt was littered with envelopes, letters and the daily papers. Her head was propped agains... | * All over England people were waking up, queasy and despondent. Tony lay for ten minutes very happily planning the renovation of his ceiling. Then he rang the bell. "Has her ladyship been called yet?" "About a quarter of an hour ago, sir." "Then I'll have breakfast in her room."<|quote|>He put on his dressing-gown and... | to her; Brenda with John, taken just after the christening; an aquatint of Hetton, as it had stood until his great-grandfather demolished it; some shelves of books, _Bevis_, _Woodwork at Home_, _Conjuring for All_, _The Young Visiters_, _The Law of Landlord and Tenant_, _Farewell to Arms_. * * * * * All over England pe... | had taken nothing from the room since he had slept there, but every year added to its contents, so that it now formed a gallery representative of every phase of his adolescence--the framed picture of a dreadnought (a coloured supplement from _Chums_), all its guns spouting flame and smoke; a photographic group of his p... | proper place. Already it was referred to as "amusing", and a very civil young man had asked permission to photograph it for an architectural review. * * * * * The ceiling of Morgan le Fay was not in perfect repair. In order to make an appearance of coffered wood, moulded slats had been nailed in a chequer across the pl... | passage from the county Guide Book did not cause Tony Last any serious annoyance. Unkinder things had been said. His Aunt Frances, embittered by an upbringing of unremitting severity, remarked that the plans of the house must have been adapted by Mr Pecksniff from one of his pupils" designs for an orphanage. But there ... | count, on days of exceptional clearness, the spires of six churches--all these things with which he had grown up were a source of constant delight and exultation to Tony; things of tender memory and proud possession. They were not in the fashion, he fully realized. Twenty years ago people had liked half timber and old ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Well?" | Tony Last | than her arms and neck.<|quote|>"Well?"</|quote|>said Tony. "Kiss." He sat | rose-pearl, scarcely deeper in tone than her arms and neck.<|quote|>"Well?"</|quote|>said Tony. "Kiss." He sat by the tray at the | insisted on a modern bed. Her tray was beside her and the quilt was littered with envelopes, letters and the daily papers. Her head was propped against a very small blue pillow; clean of make-up, her face was almost colourless, rose-pearl, scarcely deeper in tone than her arms and neck.<|quote|>"Well?"</|quote|>said To... | the renovation of his ceiling. Then he rang the bell. "Has her ladyship been called yet?" "About a quarter of an hour ago, sir." "Then I'll have breakfast in her room." He put on his dressing-gown and slippers and went through into Guinevere. Brenda lay on the dais. She had insisted on a modern bed. Her tray was beside... | hobbies, eggs, butterflies, fossils, coins; his parents, in the leather diptych which had stood by his bed at school; Brenda, eight years ago when he had been trying to get engaged to her; Brenda with John, taken just after the christening; an aquatint of Hetton, as it had stood until his great-grandfather demolished i... | gold. The squares between were decorated alternately with Tudor roses and fleurs-de-lis. But damp had penetrated into one corner, leaving a large patch where the gilt had tarnished and the colour flaked away; in another place the wooden laths had become warped and separated from the plaster. Lying in bed, in the grave ... | In some ways, he knew, it was not convenient to run; but what big house was? It was not altogether amenable to modern ideas of comfort; he had many small improvements in mind, which would be put into effect as soon as the death duties were paid off. But the general aspect and atmosphere of the place; the line of its ba... | le Fay had been his room since he left the night-nursery. He had been put there so that he would be within calling distance of his parents (inseparable in Guinevere), for until quite late in his life he was subject to nightmares. He had taken nothing from the room since he had slept there, but every year added to its c... | A Handful Of Dust |
said Tony. | No speaker | her arms and neck. "Well?"<|quote|>said Tony.</|quote|>"Kiss." He sat by the | scarcely deeper in tone than her arms and neck. "Well?"<|quote|>said Tony.</|quote|>"Kiss." He sat by the tray at the head of | on a modern bed. Her tray was beside her and the quilt was littered with envelopes, letters and the daily papers. Her head was propped against a very small blue pillow; clean of make-up, her face was almost colourless, rose-pearl, scarcely deeper in tone than her arms and neck. "Well?"<|quote|>said Tony.</|quote|>"Kiss... | renovation of his ceiling. Then he rang the bell. "Has her ladyship been called yet?" "About a quarter of an hour ago, sir." "Then I'll have breakfast in her room." He put on his dressing-gown and slippers and went through into Guinevere. Brenda lay on the dais. She had insisted on a modern bed. Her tray was beside her... | eggs, butterflies, fossils, coins; his parents, in the leather diptych which had stood by his bed at school; Brenda, eight years ago when he had been trying to get engaged to her; Brenda with John, taken just after the christening; an aquatint of Hetton, as it had stood until his great-grandfather demolished it; some s... | The squares between were decorated alternately with Tudor roses and fleurs-de-lis. But damp had penetrated into one corner, leaving a large patch where the gilt had tarnished and the colour flaked away; in another place the wooden laths had become warped and separated from the plaster. Lying in bed, in the grave ten mi... | some ways, he knew, it was not convenient to run; but what big house was? It was not altogether amenable to modern ideas of comfort; he had many small improvements in mind, which would be put into effect as soon as the death duties were paid off. But the general aspect and atmosphere of the place; the line of its battl... | photograph it for an architectural review. * * * * * The ceiling of Morgan le Fay was not in perfect repair. In order to make an appearance of coffered wood, moulded slats had been nailed in a chequer across the plaster. They were painted in chevrons of blue and gold. The squares between were decorated alternately with... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Kiss." | Brenda | and neck. "Well?" said Tony.<|quote|>"Kiss."</|quote|>He sat by the tray | in tone than her arms and neck. "Well?" said Tony.<|quote|>"Kiss."</|quote|>He sat by the tray at the head of the | modern bed. Her tray was beside her and the quilt was littered with envelopes, letters and the daily papers. Her head was propped against a very small blue pillow; clean of make-up, her face was almost colourless, rose-pearl, scarcely deeper in tone than her arms and neck. "Well?" said Tony.<|quote|>"Kiss."</|quote|>He... | his ceiling. Then he rang the bell. "Has her ladyship been called yet?" "About a quarter of an hour ago, sir." "Then I'll have breakfast in her room." He put on his dressing-gown and slippers and went through into Guinevere. Brenda lay on the dais. She had insisted on a modern bed. Her tray was beside her and the quilt... | fossils, coins; his parents, in the leather diptych which had stood by his bed at school; Brenda, eight years ago when he had been trying to get engaged to her; Brenda with John, taken just after the christening; an aquatint of Hetton, as it had stood until his great-grandfather demolished it; some shelves of books, _B... | between were decorated alternately with Tudor roses and fleurs-de-lis. But damp had penetrated into one corner, leaving a large patch where the gilt had tarnished and the colour flaked away; in another place the wooden laths had become warped and separated from the plaster. Lying in bed, in the grave ten minutes betwee... | he knew, it was not convenient to run; but what big house was? It was not altogether amenable to modern ideas of comfort; he had many small improvements in mind, which would be put into effect as soon as the death duties were paid off. But the general aspect and atmosphere of the place; the line of its battlements agai... | he fully realized. Twenty years ago people had liked half timber and old pewter; now it was urns and colonnades; but the time would come, perhaps in John Andrew's day, when opinion would reinstate Hetton in its proper place. Already it was referred to as "amusing", and a very civil young man had asked permission to pho... | A Handful Of Dust |
He sat by the tray at the head of the bed; she leant forward to him (a nereid emerging from fathomless depths of clear water). She turned her lips away and rubbed against his cheek like a cat. It was a way she had. | No speaker | neck. "Well?" said Tony. "Kiss."<|quote|>He sat by the tray at the head of the bed; she leant forward to him (a nereid emerging from fathomless depths of clear water). She turned her lips away and rubbed against his cheek like a cat. It was a way she had.</|quote|>"Anything interesting?" He picked up | tone than her arms and neck. "Well?" said Tony. "Kiss."<|quote|>He sat by the tray at the head of the bed; she leant forward to him (a nereid emerging from fathomless depths of clear water). She turned her lips away and rubbed against his cheek like a cat. It was a way she had.</|quote|>"Anything interesting?" He picke... | bed. Her tray was beside her and the quilt was littered with envelopes, letters and the daily papers. Her head was propped against a very small blue pillow; clean of make-up, her face was almost colourless, rose-pearl, scarcely deeper in tone than her arms and neck. "Well?" said Tony. "Kiss."<|quote|>He sat by the tray... | ceiling. Then he rang the bell. "Has her ladyship been called yet?" "About a quarter of an hour ago, sir." "Then I'll have breakfast in her room." He put on his dressing-gown and slippers and went through into Guinevere. Brenda lay on the dais. She had insisted on a modern bed. Her tray was beside her and the quilt was... | coins; his parents, in the leather diptych which had stood by his bed at school; Brenda, eight years ago when he had been trying to get engaged to her; Brenda with John, taken just after the christening; an aquatint of Hetton, as it had stood until his great-grandfather demolished it; some shelves of books, _Bevis_, _W... | were decorated alternately with Tudor roses and fleurs-de-lis. But damp had penetrated into one corner, leaving a large patch where the gilt had tarnished and the colour flaked away; in another place the wooden laths had become warped and separated from the plaster. Lying in bed, in the grave ten minutes between waking... | knew, it was not convenient to run; but what big house was? It was not altogether amenable to modern ideas of comfort; he had many small improvements in mind, which would be put into effect as soon as the death duties were paid off. But the general aspect and atmosphere of the place; the line of its battlements against... | late in his life he was subject to nightmares. He had taken nothing from the room since he had slept there, but every year added to its contents, so that it now formed a gallery representative of every phase of his adolescence--the framed picture of a dreadnought (a coloured supplement from _Chums_), all its guns spout... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Anything interesting?" | Tony Last | was a way she had.<|quote|>"Anything interesting?"</|quote|>He picked up some of | cheek like a cat. It was a way she had.<|quote|>"Anything interesting?"</|quote|>He picked up some of the letters. "No. Mama wants | and neck. "Well?" said Tony. "Kiss." He sat by the tray at the head of the bed; she leant forward to him (a nereid emerging from fathomless depths of clear water). She turned her lips away and rubbed against his cheek like a cat. It was a way she had.<|quote|>"Anything interesting?"</|quote|>He picked up some of the le... | She had insisted on a modern bed. Her tray was beside her and the quilt was littered with envelopes, letters and the daily papers. Her head was propped against a very small blue pillow; clean of make-up, her face was almost colourless, rose-pearl, scarcely deeper in tone than her arms and neck. "Well?" said Tony. "Kiss... | stood until his great-grandfather demolished it; some shelves of books, _Bevis_, _Woodwork at Home_, _Conjuring for All_, _The Young Visiters_, _The Law of Landlord and Tenant_, _Farewell to Arms_. * * * * * All over England people were waking up, queasy and despondent. Tony lay for ten minutes very happily planning th... | in bed, in the grave ten minutes between waking and ringing, Tony studied these defects and resolved anew to have them put right. He wondered whether it would be easy, nowadays, to find craftsmen capable of such delicate work. Morgan le Fay had been his room since he left the night-nursery. He had been put there so tha... | But the general aspect and atmosphere of the place; the line of its battlements against the sky; the central clock tower where quarterly chimes disturbed all but the heaviest sleepers; the ecclesiastical gloom of the great hall, its ceiling groined and painted in diapers of red and gold, supported on shafts of polished... | grave ten minutes between waking and ringing, Tony studied these defects and resolved anew to have them put right. He wondered whether it would be easy, nowadays, to find craftsmen capable of such delicate work. Morgan le Fay had been his room since he left the night-nursery. He had been put there so that he would be w... | A Handful Of Dust |
He picked up some of the letters. | No speaker | way she had. "Anything interesting?"<|quote|>He picked up some of the letters.</|quote|>"No. Mama wants nanny to | a cat. It was a way she had. "Anything interesting?"<|quote|>He picked up some of the letters.</|quote|>"No. Mama wants nanny to send John's measurements. She's knitting | "Well?" said Tony. "Kiss." He sat by the tray at the head of the bed; she leant forward to him (a nereid emerging from fathomless depths of clear water). She turned her lips away and rubbed against his cheek like a cat. It was a way she had. "Anything interesting?"<|quote|>He picked up some of the letters.</|quote|>"No... | insisted on a modern bed. Her tray was beside her and the quilt was littered with envelopes, letters and the daily papers. Her head was propped against a very small blue pillow; clean of make-up, her face was almost colourless, rose-pearl, scarcely deeper in tone than her arms and neck. "Well?" said Tony. "Kiss." He sa... | his great-grandfather demolished it; some shelves of books, _Bevis_, _Woodwork at Home_, _Conjuring for All_, _The Young Visiters_, _The Law of Landlord and Tenant_, _Farewell to Arms_. * * * * * All over England people were waking up, queasy and despondent. Tony lay for ten minutes very happily planning the renovation... | in the grave ten minutes between waking and ringing, Tony studied these defects and resolved anew to have them put right. He wondered whether it would be easy, nowadays, to find craftsmen capable of such delicate work. Morgan le Fay had been his room since he left the night-nursery. He had been put there so that he wou... | general aspect and atmosphere of the place; the line of its battlements against the sky; the central clock tower where quarterly chimes disturbed all but the heaviest sleepers; the ecclesiastical gloom of the great hall, its ceiling groined and painted in diapers of red and gold, supported on shafts of polished granite... | the spires of six churches--all these things with which he had grown up were a source of constant delight and exultation to Tony; things of tender memory and proud possession. They were not in the fashion, he fully realized. Twenty years ago people had liked half timber and old pewter; now it was urns and colonnades; b... | A Handful Of Dust |
"No. Mama wants nanny to send John's measurements. She's knitting him something for Christmas. And the mayor wants me to open something next month. I needn't, need I?" | Brenda | up some of the letters.<|quote|>"No. Mama wants nanny to send John's measurements. She's knitting him something for Christmas. And the mayor wants me to open something next month. I needn't, need I?"</|quote|>"I think you'd better, we | had. "Anything interesting?" He picked up some of the letters.<|quote|>"No. Mama wants nanny to send John's measurements. She's knitting him something for Christmas. And the mayor wants me to open something next month. I needn't, need I?"</|quote|>"I think you'd better, we haven't done anything for him | the tray at the head of the bed; she leant forward to him (a nereid emerging from fathomless depths of clear water). She turned her lips away and rubbed against his cheek like a cat. It was a way she had. "Anything interesting?" He picked up some of the letters.<|quote|>"No. Mama wants nanny to send John's measurements... | was beside her and the quilt was littered with envelopes, letters and the daily papers. Her head was propped against a very small blue pillow; clean of make-up, her face was almost colourless, rose-pearl, scarcely deeper in tone than her arms and neck. "Well?" said Tony. "Kiss." He sat by the tray at the head of the be... | books, _Bevis_, _Woodwork at Home_, _Conjuring for All_, _The Young Visiters_, _The Law of Landlord and Tenant_, _Farewell to Arms_. * * * * * All over England people were waking up, queasy and despondent. Tony lay for ten minutes very happily planning the renovation of his ceiling. Then he rang the bell. "Has her lady... | and ringing, Tony studied these defects and resolved anew to have them put right. He wondered whether it would be easy, nowadays, to find craftsmen capable of such delicate work. Morgan le Fay had been his room since he left the night-nursery. He had been put there so that he would be within calling distance of his par... | the line of its battlements against the sky; the central clock tower where quarterly chimes disturbed all but the heaviest sleepers; the ecclesiastical gloom of the great hall, its ceiling groined and painted in diapers of red and gold, supported on shafts of polished granite with vine-wreathed capitals, half-lit by da... | dozen desultory hobbies, eggs, butterflies, fossils, coins; his parents, in the leather diptych which had stood by his bed at school; Brenda, eight years ago when he had been trying to get engaged to her; Brenda with John, taken just after the christening; an aquatint of Hetton, as it had stood until his great-grandfat... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I think you'd better, we haven't done anything for him for a long time." | Tony Last | month. I needn't, need I?"<|quote|>"I think you'd better, we haven't done anything for him for a long time."</|quote|>"Well, you must write the | me to open something next month. I needn't, need I?"<|quote|>"I think you'd better, we haven't done anything for him for a long time."</|quote|>"Well, you must write the speech. I'm getting too old | rubbed against his cheek like a cat. It was a way she had. "Anything interesting?" He picked up some of the letters. "No. Mama wants nanny to send John's measurements. She's knitting him something for Christmas. And the mayor wants me to open something next month. I needn't, need I?"<|quote|>"I think you'd better, we h... | her face was almost colourless, rose-pearl, scarcely deeper in tone than her arms and neck. "Well?" said Tony. "Kiss." He sat by the tray at the head of the bed; she leant forward to him (a nereid emerging from fathomless depths of clear water). She turned her lips away and rubbed against his cheek like a cat. It was a... | people were waking up, queasy and despondent. Tony lay for ten minutes very happily planning the renovation of his ceiling. Then he rang the bell. "Has her ladyship been called yet?" "About a quarter of an hour ago, sir." "Then I'll have breakfast in her room." He put on his dressing-gown and slippers and went through ... | delicate work. Morgan le Fay had been his room since he left the night-nursery. He had been put there so that he would be within calling distance of his parents (inseparable in Guinevere), for until quite late in his life he was subject to nightmares. He had taken nothing from the room since he had slept there, but eve... | its ceiling groined and painted in diapers of red and gold, supported on shafts of polished granite with vine-wreathed capitals, half-lit by day through lancet windows of armorial stained glass, at night by a vast gasolier of brass and wrought iron, wired now and fitted with twenty electric bulbs; the blasts of hot air... | since he left the night-nursery. He had been put there so that he would be within calling distance of his parents (inseparable in Guinevere), for until quite late in his life he was subject to nightmares. He had taken nothing from the room since he had slept there, but every year added to its contents, so that it now f... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Well, you must write the speech. I'm getting too old for the girlish one I used to give them all. And Angela says, will we stay for the New Year?" | Brenda | him for a long time."<|quote|>"Well, you must write the speech. I'm getting too old for the girlish one I used to give them all. And Angela says, will we stay for the New Year?"</|quote|>"That's easy. Not on her | we haven't done anything for him for a long time."<|quote|>"Well, you must write the speech. I'm getting too old for the girlish one I used to give them all. And Angela says, will we stay for the New Year?"</|quote|>"That's easy. Not on her life, we won't." "I guessed | interesting?" He picked up some of the letters. "No. Mama wants nanny to send John's measurements. She's knitting him something for Christmas. And the mayor wants me to open something next month. I needn't, need I?" "I think you'd better, we haven't done anything for him for a long time."<|quote|>"Well, you must write ... | neck. "Well?" said Tony. "Kiss." He sat by the tray at the head of the bed; she leant forward to him (a nereid emerging from fathomless depths of clear water). She turned her lips away and rubbed against his cheek like a cat. It was a way she had. "Anything interesting?" He picked up some of the letters. "No. Mama want... | planning the renovation of his ceiling. Then he rang the bell. "Has her ladyship been called yet?" "About a quarter of an hour ago, sir." "Then I'll have breakfast in her room." He put on his dressing-gown and slippers and went through into Guinevere. Brenda lay on the dais. She had insisted on a modern bed. Her tray w... | He had been put there so that he would be within calling distance of his parents (inseparable in Guinevere), for until quite late in his life he was subject to nightmares. He had taken nothing from the room since he had slept there, but every year added to its contents, so that it now formed a gallery representative of... | of polished granite with vine-wreathed capitals, half-lit by day through lancet windows of armorial stained glass, at night by a vast gasolier of brass and wrought iron, wired now and fitted with twenty electric bulbs; the blasts of hot air that rose suddenly at one's feet, through grills of cast-iron trefoils from the... | But damp had penetrated into one corner, leaving a large patch where the gilt had tarnished and the colour flaked away; in another place the wooden laths had become warped and separated from the plaster. Lying in bed, in the grave ten minutes between waking and ringing, Tony studied these defects and resolved anew to h... | A Handful Of Dust |
"That's easy. Not on her life, we won't." | Tony Last | stay for the New Year?"<|quote|>"That's easy. Not on her life, we won't."</|quote|>"I guessed not... though it | And Angela says, will we stay for the New Year?"<|quote|>"That's easy. Not on her life, we won't."</|quote|>"I guessed not... though it sounds an amusing party." "You | next month. I needn't, need I?" "I think you'd better, we haven't done anything for him for a long time." "Well, you must write the speech. I'm getting too old for the girlish one I used to give them all. And Angela says, will we stay for the New Year?"<|quote|>"That's easy. Not on her life, we won't."</|quote|>"I gues... | She turned her lips away and rubbed against his cheek like a cat. It was a way she had. "Anything interesting?" He picked up some of the letters. "No. Mama wants nanny to send John's measurements. She's knitting him something for Christmas. And the mayor wants me to open something next month. I needn't, need I?" "I thi... | her room." He put on his dressing-gown and slippers and went through into Guinevere. Brenda lay on the dais. She had insisted on a modern bed. Her tray was beside her and the quilt was littered with envelopes, letters and the daily papers. Her head was propped against a very small blue pillow; clean of make-up, her fac... | nightmares. He had taken nothing from the room since he had slept there, but every year added to its contents, so that it now formed a gallery representative of every phase of his adolescence--the framed picture of a dreadnought (a coloured supplement from _Chums_), all its guns spouting flame and smoke; a photographic... | fitted with twenty electric bulbs; the blasts of hot air that rose suddenly at one's feet, through grills of cast-iron trefoils from the antiquated heating apparatus below; the cavernous chill of the more remote corridors where, economizing in coke, he had had the pipes shut off; the dining-hall with its hammer-beam ro... | appearance of coffered wood, moulded slats had been nailed in a chequer across the plaster. They were painted in chevrons of blue and gold. The squares between were decorated alternately with Tudor roses and fleurs-de-lis. But damp had penetrated into one corner, leaving a large patch where the gilt had tarnished and t... | A Handful Of Dust |
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