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"Oh." | John Andrew | poor?" "I always have been."<|quote|>"Oh."</|quote|>John lost interest in this | enough." "How did you get poor?" "I always have been."<|quote|>"Oh."</|quote|>John lost interest in this topic. "The grey horse at | hunt who can afford to, for the good of the country." "Perhaps I can't afford to." "Are you poor?" "Please, Mr Beaver, you mustn't let him bore you." "Yes, very poor." "Poor enough to call people tarts?" "Yes, quite poor enough." "How did you get poor?" "I always have been."<|quote|>"Oh."</|quote|>John lost interest in... | tea John Andrew was brought in and quickly usurped the conversation. "How do you do?" he said. "I didn't know you were coming. Daddy said he had a week-end to himself for once. Do you hunt?" "Not for a long time." "Ben says it stands to reason everyone ought to hunt who can afford to, for the good of the country." "Per... | and Beaver was able to bring them out with good effect. He told her of numerous changes of alliance among her friends. "What's happening to Mary and Simon?" "Oh, didn't you know? That's broken up." "When?" "It began in Austria this summer..." "And Billy Angmering?" "He's having a terrific walk out with a girl called Sh... | the train crowded? It often is on Saturdays... would you like to come outside? It'll be dark soon and we might get some of the sun while we can..." and so on. If Tony had been there it would have been difficult, for she would have caught his eye and her manner as ch?telaine would have collapsed. Beaver was well used to... | looking forward visit. Beaver._" And asked, "What's Beaver?" "It's a young man." "That sounds all right." "Oh no it's not. Wait till you see him." "What's he coming here for? Did you ask him to stay?" "I suppose I did in a vague kind of way. I went to Bratt's one evening and he was the only chap there so we had some dr... | of the sun while we can..." and so on. If Tony had been there it would have been difficult, for she would have caught his eye and her manner as ch?telaine would have collapsed. Beaver was well used to making conversation, so they went out together through the french windows on to the terrace, down the steps, into the D... | A Handful Of Dust |
John lost interest in this topic. | No speaker | "I always have been." "Oh."<|quote|>John lost interest in this topic.</|quote|>"The grey horse at the | "How did you get poor?" "I always have been." "Oh."<|quote|>John lost interest in this topic.</|quote|>"The grey horse at the farm has got worms." "How | who can afford to, for the good of the country." "Perhaps I can't afford to." "Are you poor?" "Please, Mr Beaver, you mustn't let him bore you." "Yes, very poor." "Poor enough to call people tarts?" "Yes, quite poor enough." "How did you get poor?" "I always have been." "Oh."<|quote|>John lost interest in this topic.</... | John Andrew was brought in and quickly usurped the conversation. "How do you do?" he said. "I didn't know you were coming. Daddy said he had a week-end to himself for once. Do you hunt?" "Not for a long time." "Ben says it stands to reason everyone ought to hunt who can afford to, for the good of the country." "Perhaps... | Beaver was able to bring them out with good effect. He told her of numerous changes of alliance among her friends. "What's happening to Mary and Simon?" "Oh, didn't you know? That's broken up." "When?" "It began in Austria this summer..." "And Billy Angmering?" "He's having a terrific walk out with a girl called Sheila... | train crowded? It often is on Saturdays... would you like to come outside? It'll be dark soon and we might get some of the sun while we can..." and so on. If Tony had been there it would have been difficult, for she would have caught his eye and her manner as ch?telaine would have collapsed. Beaver was well used to mak... | forward visit. Beaver._" And asked, "What's Beaver?" "It's a young man." "That sounds all right." "Oh no it's not. Wait till you see him." "What's he coming here for? Did you ask him to stay?" "I suppose I did in a vague kind of way. I went to Bratt's one evening and he was the only chap there so we had some drinks and... | Beaver was well used to making conversation, so they went out together through the french windows on to the terrace, down the steps, into the Dutch garden, and back round the orangery without suffering a moment's real embarrassment. She even heard herself telling Beaver that his mother was one of her oldest friends. To... | A Handful Of Dust |
"The grey horse at the farm has got worms." | John Andrew | lost interest in this topic.<|quote|>"The grey horse at the farm has got worms."</|quote|>"How do you know?" "Ben | always have been." "Oh." John lost interest in this topic.<|quote|>"The grey horse at the farm has got worms."</|quote|>"How do you know?" "Ben says so. Besides, you've only | good of the country." "Perhaps I can't afford to." "Are you poor?" "Please, Mr Beaver, you mustn't let him bore you." "Yes, very poor." "Poor enough to call people tarts?" "Yes, quite poor enough." "How did you get poor?" "I always have been." "Oh." John lost interest in this topic.<|quote|>"The grey horse at the farm ... | quickly usurped the conversation. "How do you do?" he said. "I didn't know you were coming. Daddy said he had a week-end to himself for once. Do you hunt?" "Not for a long time." "Ben says it stands to reason everyone ought to hunt who can afford to, for the good of the country." "Perhaps I can't afford to." "Are you p... | out with good effect. He told her of numerous changes of alliance among her friends. "What's happening to Mary and Simon?" "Oh, didn't you know? That's broken up." "When?" "It began in Austria this summer..." "And Billy Angmering?" "He's having a terrific walk out with a girl called Sheila Shrub." "And the Helm-Hubbard... | Saturdays... would you like to come outside? It'll be dark soon and we might get some of the sun while we can..." and so on. If Tony had been there it would have been difficult, for she would have caught his eye and her manner as ch?telaine would have collapsed. Beaver was well used to making conversation, so they went... | Beaver?" "It's a young man." "That sounds all right." "Oh no it's not. Wait till you see him." "What's he coming here for? Did you ask him to stay?" "I suppose I did in a vague kind of way. I went to Bratt's one evening and he was the only chap there so we had some drinks and he said something about wanting to see the ... | still called the smoking-room; it was in some ways the least gloomy place in the house. She said, "It is nice that you were able to come. I must break it to you at once that we haven't got a party. I'm afraid you'll be terribly bored... Tony had to go out but he'll be in soon... was the train crowded? It often is on Sa... | A Handful Of Dust |
"How do you know?" | John Beaver | the farm has got worms."<|quote|>"How do you know?"</|quote|>"Ben says so. Besides, you've | topic. "The grey horse at the farm has got worms."<|quote|>"How do you know?"</|quote|>"Ben says so. Besides, you've only got to look at | "Are you poor?" "Please, Mr Beaver, you mustn't let him bore you." "Yes, very poor." "Poor enough to call people tarts?" "Yes, quite poor enough." "How did you get poor?" "I always have been." "Oh." John lost interest in this topic. "The grey horse at the farm has got worms."<|quote|>"How do you know?"</|quote|>"Ben sa... | said. "I didn't know you were coming. Daddy said he had a week-end to himself for once. Do you hunt?" "Not for a long time." "Ben says it stands to reason everyone ought to hunt who can afford to, for the good of the country." "Perhaps I can't afford to." "Are you poor?" "Please, Mr Beaver, you mustn't let him bore you... | changes of alliance among her friends. "What's happening to Mary and Simon?" "Oh, didn't you know? That's broken up." "When?" "It began in Austria this summer..." "And Billy Angmering?" "He's having a terrific walk out with a girl called Sheila Shrub." "And the Helm-Hubbards?" "That marriage isn't going too well either... | dark soon and we might get some of the sun while we can..." and so on. If Tony had been there it would have been difficult, for she would have caught his eye and her manner as ch?telaine would have collapsed. Beaver was well used to making conversation, so they went out together through the french windows on to the ter... | "Oh no it's not. Wait till you see him." "What's he coming here for? Did you ask him to stay?" "I suppose I did in a vague kind of way. I went to Bratt's one evening and he was the only chap there so we had some drinks and he said something about wanting to see the house..." "I suppose you were tight." "Not really, but... | the steps, into the Dutch garden, and back round the orangery without suffering a moment's real embarrassment. She even heard herself telling Beaver that his mother was one of her oldest friends. Tony returned in time for tea. He apologized for not being at home to greet his guest and almost immediately went out again ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Ben says so. Besides, you've only got to look at his dung." | John Andrew | worms." "How do you know?"<|quote|>"Ben says so. Besides, you've only got to look at his dung."</|quote|>"Oh dear," said Brenda, "what | at the farm has got worms." "How do you know?"<|quote|>"Ben says so. Besides, you've only got to look at his dung."</|quote|>"Oh dear," said Brenda, "what would nanny say if she | Mr Beaver, you mustn't let him bore you." "Yes, very poor." "Poor enough to call people tarts?" "Yes, quite poor enough." "How did you get poor?" "I always have been." "Oh." John lost interest in this topic. "The grey horse at the farm has got worms." "How do you know?"<|quote|>"Ben says so. Besides, you've only got to... | you were coming. Daddy said he had a week-end to himself for once. Do you hunt?" "Not for a long time." "Ben says it stands to reason everyone ought to hunt who can afford to, for the good of the country." "Perhaps I can't afford to." "Are you poor?" "Please, Mr Beaver, you mustn't let him bore you." "Yes, very poor." ... | her friends. "What's happening to Mary and Simon?" "Oh, didn't you know? That's broken up." "When?" "It began in Austria this summer..." "And Billy Angmering?" "He's having a terrific walk out with a girl called Sheila Shrub." "And the Helm-Hubbards?" "That marriage isn't going too well either... Daisy has started a ne... | might get some of the sun while we can..." and so on. If Tony had been there it would have been difficult, for she would have caught his eye and her manner as ch?telaine would have collapsed. Beaver was well used to making conversation, so they went out together through the french windows on to the terrace, down the st... | Wait till you see him." "What's he coming here for? Did you ask him to stay?" "I suppose I did in a vague kind of way. I went to Bratt's one evening and he was the only chap there so we had some drinks and he said something about wanting to see the house..." "I suppose you were tight." "Not really, but I never thought ... | without Tony there to make her self-conscious, Brenda could carry these things off quite gracefully and Beaver was so seldom wholly welcome anywhere that he was not sensitive to the slight constraint of his reception. She met him in what was still called the smoking-room; it was in some ways the least gloomy place in t... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Oh dear," | Brenda | to look at his dung."<|quote|>"Oh dear,"</|quote|>said Brenda, "what would nanny | so. Besides, you've only got to look at his dung."<|quote|>"Oh dear,"</|quote|>said Brenda, "what would nanny say if she heard you | enough to call people tarts?" "Yes, quite poor enough." "How did you get poor?" "I always have been." "Oh." John lost interest in this topic. "The grey horse at the farm has got worms." "How do you know?" "Ben says so. Besides, you've only got to look at his dung."<|quote|>"Oh dear,"</|quote|>said Brenda, "what would n... | once. Do you hunt?" "Not for a long time." "Ben says it stands to reason everyone ought to hunt who can afford to, for the good of the country." "Perhaps I can't afford to." "Are you poor?" "Please, Mr Beaver, you mustn't let him bore you." "Yes, very poor." "Poor enough to call people tarts?" "Yes, quite poor enough."... | That's broken up." "When?" "It began in Austria this summer..." "And Billy Angmering?" "He's having a terrific walk out with a girl called Sheila Shrub." "And the Helm-Hubbards?" "That marriage isn't going too well either... Daisy has started a new restaurant. It's going very well... and there's a new night club called... | If Tony had been there it would have been difficult, for she would have caught his eye and her manner as ch?telaine would have collapsed. Beaver was well used to making conversation, so they went out together through the french windows on to the terrace, down the steps, into the Dutch garden, and back round the oranger... | ask him to stay?" "I suppose I did in a vague kind of way. I went to Bratt's one evening and he was the only chap there so we had some drinks and he said something about wanting to see the house..." "I suppose you were tight." "Not really, but I never thought he'd hold it against me." "Well, it jolly well serves you ri... | and almost immediately went out again to interview the agent in his study. Brenda asked about London and what parties there were. Beaver was particularly knowledgeable. "Polly Cockpurse is having one soon." "Yes, I know." "Are you coming up for it?" "I don't expect so. We never go anywhere nowadays." The jokes that had... | A Handful Of Dust |
said Brenda, | No speaker | at his dung." "Oh dear,"<|quote|>said Brenda,</|quote|>"what would nanny say if | you've only got to look at his dung." "Oh dear,"<|quote|>said Brenda,</|quote|>"what would nanny say if she heard you talking like | call people tarts?" "Yes, quite poor enough." "How did you get poor?" "I always have been." "Oh." John lost interest in this topic. "The grey horse at the farm has got worms." "How do you know?" "Ben says so. Besides, you've only got to look at his dung." "Oh dear,"<|quote|>said Brenda,</|quote|>"what would nanny say i... | you hunt?" "Not for a long time." "Ben says it stands to reason everyone ought to hunt who can afford to, for the good of the country." "Perhaps I can't afford to." "Are you poor?" "Please, Mr Beaver, you mustn't let him bore you." "Yes, very poor." "Poor enough to call people tarts?" "Yes, quite poor enough." "How did... | up." "When?" "It began in Austria this summer..." "And Billy Angmering?" "He's having a terrific walk out with a girl called Sheila Shrub." "And the Helm-Hubbards?" "That marriage isn't going too well either... Daisy has started a new restaurant. It's going very well... and there's a new night club called the Warren...... | had been there it would have been difficult, for she would have caught his eye and her manner as ch?telaine would have collapsed. Beaver was well used to making conversation, so they went out together through the french windows on to the terrace, down the steps, into the Dutch garden, and back round the orangery withou... | to stay?" "I suppose I did in a vague kind of way. I went to Bratt's one evening and he was the only chap there so we had some drinks and he said something about wanting to see the house..." "I suppose you were tight." "Not really, but I never thought he'd hold it against me." "Well, it jolly well serves you right. Tha... | tea. He apologized for not being at home to greet his guest and almost immediately went out again to interview the agent in his study. Brenda asked about London and what parties there were. Beaver was particularly knowledgeable. "Polly Cockpurse is having one soon." "Yes, I know." "Are you coming up for it?" "I don't e... | A Handful Of Dust |
"what would nanny say if she heard you talking like that?" | Brenda | dung." "Oh dear," said Brenda,<|quote|>"what would nanny say if she heard you talking like that?"</|quote|>"How old are you?" "Twenty-five. | got to look at his dung." "Oh dear," said Brenda,<|quote|>"what would nanny say if she heard you talking like that?"</|quote|>"How old are you?" "Twenty-five. How old are you?" "What | tarts?" "Yes, quite poor enough." "How did you get poor?" "I always have been." "Oh." John lost interest in this topic. "The grey horse at the farm has got worms." "How do you know?" "Ben says so. Besides, you've only got to look at his dung." "Oh dear," said Brenda,<|quote|>"what would nanny say if she heard you talki... | "Not for a long time." "Ben says it stands to reason everyone ought to hunt who can afford to, for the good of the country." "Perhaps I can't afford to." "Are you poor?" "Please, Mr Beaver, you mustn't let him bore you." "Yes, very poor." "Poor enough to call people tarts?" "Yes, quite poor enough." "How did you get po... | "It began in Austria this summer..." "And Billy Angmering?" "He's having a terrific walk out with a girl called Sheila Shrub." "And the Helm-Hubbards?" "That marriage isn't going too well either... Daisy has started a new restaurant. It's going very well... and there's a new night club called the Warren..." "Dear me," ... | there it would have been difficult, for she would have caught his eye and her manner as ch?telaine would have collapsed. Beaver was well used to making conversation, so they went out together through the french windows on to the terrace, down the steps, into the Dutch garden, and back round the orangery without sufferi... | "I suppose I did in a vague kind of way. I went to Bratt's one evening and he was the only chap there so we had some drinks and he said something about wanting to see the house..." "I suppose you were tight." "Not really, but I never thought he'd hold it against me." "Well, it jolly well serves you right. That's what c... | out again to interview the agent in his study. Brenda asked about London and what parties there were. Beaver was particularly knowledgeable. "Polly Cockpurse is having one soon." "Yes, I know." "Are you coming up for it?" "I don't expect so. We never go anywhere nowadays." The jokes that had been going round for six we... | A Handful Of Dust |
"How old are you?" | John Andrew | heard you talking like that?"<|quote|>"How old are you?"</|quote|>"Twenty-five. How old are you?" | would nanny say if she heard you talking like that?"<|quote|>"How old are you?"</|quote|>"Twenty-five. How old are you?" "What do you do?" "Nothing | always have been." "Oh." John lost interest in this topic. "The grey horse at the farm has got worms." "How do you know?" "Ben says so. Besides, you've only got to look at his dung." "Oh dear," said Brenda, "what would nanny say if she heard you talking like that?"<|quote|>"How old are you?"</|quote|>"Twenty-five. How ... | everyone ought to hunt who can afford to, for the good of the country." "Perhaps I can't afford to." "Are you poor?" "Please, Mr Beaver, you mustn't let him bore you." "Yes, very poor." "Poor enough to call people tarts?" "Yes, quite poor enough." "How did you get poor?" "I always have been." "Oh." John lost interest i... | a terrific walk out with a girl called Sheila Shrub." "And the Helm-Hubbards?" "That marriage isn't going too well either... Daisy has started a new restaurant. It's going very well... and there's a new night club called the Warren..." "Dear me," Brenda said at last. "What fun everyone seems to be having." After tea Jo... | his eye and her manner as ch?telaine would have collapsed. Beaver was well used to making conversation, so they went out together through the french windows on to the terrace, down the steps, into the Dutch garden, and back round the orangery without suffering a moment's real embarrassment. She even heard herself telli... | went to Bratt's one evening and he was the only chap there so we had some drinks and he said something about wanting to see the house..." "I suppose you were tight." "Not really, but I never thought he'd hold it against me." "Well, it jolly well serves you right. That's what comes of going up to London on business and ... | going round for six weeks were all new to Brenda; they had become polished and perfected with repetition and Beaver was able to bring them out with good effect. He told her of numerous changes of alliance among her friends. "What's happening to Mary and Simon?" "Oh, didn't you know? That's broken up." "When?" "It began... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Twenty-five. How old are you?" | John Beaver | that?" "How old are you?"<|quote|>"Twenty-five. How old are you?"</|quote|>"What do you do?" "Nothing | she heard you talking like that?" "How old are you?"<|quote|>"Twenty-five. How old are you?"</|quote|>"What do you do?" "Nothing much." "Well, if I was | John lost interest in this topic. "The grey horse at the farm has got worms." "How do you know?" "Ben says so. Besides, you've only got to look at his dung." "Oh dear," said Brenda, "what would nanny say if she heard you talking like that?" "How old are you?"<|quote|>"Twenty-five. How old are you?"</|quote|>"What do yo... | who can afford to, for the good of the country." "Perhaps I can't afford to." "Are you poor?" "Please, Mr Beaver, you mustn't let him bore you." "Yes, very poor." "Poor enough to call people tarts?" "Yes, quite poor enough." "How did you get poor?" "I always have been." "Oh." John lost interest in this topic. "The grey... | with a girl called Sheila Shrub." "And the Helm-Hubbards?" "That marriage isn't going too well either... Daisy has started a new restaurant. It's going very well... and there's a new night club called the Warren..." "Dear me," Brenda said at last. "What fun everyone seems to be having." After tea John Andrew was brough... | manner as ch?telaine would have collapsed. Beaver was well used to making conversation, so they went out together through the french windows on to the terrace, down the steps, into the Dutch garden, and back round the orangery without suffering a moment's real embarrassment. She even heard herself telling Beaver that h... | evening and he was the only chap there so we had some drinks and he said something about wanting to see the house..." "I suppose you were tight." "Not really, but I never thought he'd hold it against me." "Well, it jolly well serves you right. That's what comes of going up to London on business and leaving me alone her... | nowadays." The jokes that had been going round for six weeks were all new to Brenda; they had become polished and perfected with repetition and Beaver was able to bring them out with good effect. He told her of numerous changes of alliance among her friends. "What's happening to Mary and Simon?" "Oh, didn't you know? T... | A Handful Of Dust |
"What do you do?" | John Andrew | "Twenty-five. How old are you?"<|quote|>"What do you do?"</|quote|>"Nothing much." "Well, if I | that?" "How old are you?" "Twenty-five. How old are you?"<|quote|>"What do you do?"</|quote|>"Nothing much." "Well, if I was you I'd do something | topic. "The grey horse at the farm has got worms." "How do you know?" "Ben says so. Besides, you've only got to look at his dung." "Oh dear," said Brenda, "what would nanny say if she heard you talking like that?" "How old are you?" "Twenty-five. How old are you?"<|quote|>"What do you do?"</|quote|>"Nothing much." "Wel... | the good of the country." "Perhaps I can't afford to." "Are you poor?" "Please, Mr Beaver, you mustn't let him bore you." "Yes, very poor." "Poor enough to call people tarts?" "Yes, quite poor enough." "How did you get poor?" "I always have been." "Oh." John lost interest in this topic. "The grey horse at the farm has ... | Shrub." "And the Helm-Hubbards?" "That marriage isn't going too well either... Daisy has started a new restaurant. It's going very well... and there's a new night club called the Warren..." "Dear me," Brenda said at last. "What fun everyone seems to be having." After tea John Andrew was brought in and quickly usurped t... | collapsed. Beaver was well used to making conversation, so they went out together through the french windows on to the terrace, down the steps, into the Dutch garden, and back round the orangery without suffering a moment's real embarrassment. She even heard herself telling Beaver that his mother was one of her oldest ... | only chap there so we had some drinks and he said something about wanting to see the house..." "I suppose you were tight." "Not really, but I never thought he'd hold it against me." "Well, it jolly well serves you right. That's what comes of going up to London on business and leaving me alone here... Who is he anyway?"... | self-conscious, Brenda could carry these things off quite gracefully and Beaver was so seldom wholly welcome anywhere that he was not sensitive to the slight constraint of his reception. She met him in what was still called the smoking-room; it was in some ways the least gloomy place in the house. She said, "It is nice... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Nothing much." | John Beaver | you?" "What do you do?"<|quote|>"Nothing much."</|quote|>"Well, if I was you | you?" "Twenty-five. How old are you?" "What do you do?"<|quote|>"Nothing much."</|quote|>"Well, if I was you I'd do something and earn | at the farm has got worms." "How do you know?" "Ben says so. Besides, you've only got to look at his dung." "Oh dear," said Brenda, "what would nanny say if she heard you talking like that?" "How old are you?" "Twenty-five. How old are you?" "What do you do?"<|quote|>"Nothing much."</|quote|>"Well, if I was you I'd do ... | country." "Perhaps I can't afford to." "Are you poor?" "Please, Mr Beaver, you mustn't let him bore you." "Yes, very poor." "Poor enough to call people tarts?" "Yes, quite poor enough." "How did you get poor?" "I always have been." "Oh." John lost interest in this topic. "The grey horse at the farm has got worms." "How... | "That marriage isn't going too well either... Daisy has started a new restaurant. It's going very well... and there's a new night club called the Warren..." "Dear me," Brenda said at last. "What fun everyone seems to be having." After tea John Andrew was brought in and quickly usurped the conversation. "How do you do?"... | used to making conversation, so they went out together through the french windows on to the terrace, down the steps, into the Dutch garden, and back round the orangery without suffering a moment's real embarrassment. She even heard herself telling Beaver that his mother was one of her oldest friends. Tony returned in t... | we had some drinks and he said something about wanting to see the house..." "I suppose you were tight." "Not really, but I never thought he'd hold it against me." "Well, it jolly well serves you right. That's what comes of going up to London on business and leaving me alone here... Who is he anyway?" "Just a young man.... | her oldest friends. Tony returned in time for tea. He apologized for not being at home to greet his guest and almost immediately went out again to interview the agent in his study. Brenda asked about London and what parties there were. Beaver was particularly knowledgeable. "Polly Cockpurse is having one soon." "Yes, I... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Well, if I was you I'd do something and earn some money. Then you'd be able to hunt." | John Andrew | do you do?" "Nothing much."<|quote|>"Well, if I was you I'd do something and earn some money. Then you'd be able to hunt."</|quote|>"But I shouldn't be able | How old are you?" "What do you do?" "Nothing much."<|quote|>"Well, if I was you I'd do something and earn some money. Then you'd be able to hunt."</|quote|>"But I shouldn't be able to call people tarts." "I | farm has got worms." "How do you know?" "Ben says so. Besides, you've only got to look at his dung." "Oh dear," said Brenda, "what would nanny say if she heard you talking like that?" "How old are you?" "Twenty-five. How old are you?" "What do you do?" "Nothing much."<|quote|>"Well, if I was you I'd do something and ea... | I can't afford to." "Are you poor?" "Please, Mr Beaver, you mustn't let him bore you." "Yes, very poor." "Poor enough to call people tarts?" "Yes, quite poor enough." "How did you get poor?" "I always have been." "Oh." John lost interest in this topic. "The grey horse at the farm has got worms." "How do you know?" "Ben... | isn't going too well either... Daisy has started a new restaurant. It's going very well... and there's a new night club called the Warren..." "Dear me," Brenda said at last. "What fun everyone seems to be having." After tea John Andrew was brought in and quickly usurped the conversation. "How do you do?" he said. "I di... | making conversation, so they went out together through the french windows on to the terrace, down the steps, into the Dutch garden, and back round the orangery without suffering a moment's real embarrassment. She even heard herself telling Beaver that his mother was one of her oldest friends. Tony returned in time for ... | some drinks and he said something about wanting to see the house..." "I suppose you were tight." "Not really, but I never thought he'd hold it against me." "Well, it jolly well serves you right. That's what comes of going up to London on business and leaving me alone here... Who is he anyway?" "Just a young man. His mo... | arrival. One reached the house at about a quarter to four and if, like Beaver, one was a stranger, there was an awkward time until tea; but without Tony there to make her self-conscious, Brenda could carry these things off quite gracefully and Beaver was so seldom wholly welcome anywhere that he was not sensitive to th... | A Handful Of Dust |
"But I shouldn't be able to call people tarts." | John Beaver | you'd be able to hunt."<|quote|>"But I shouldn't be able to call people tarts."</|quote|>"I don't see any point | and earn some money. Then you'd be able to hunt."<|quote|>"But I shouldn't be able to call people tarts."</|quote|>"I don't see any point in that anyway." (Later, in | his dung." "Oh dear," said Brenda, "what would nanny say if she heard you talking like that?" "How old are you?" "Twenty-five. How old are you?" "What do you do?" "Nothing much." "Well, if I was you I'd do something and earn some money. Then you'd be able to hunt."<|quote|>"But I shouldn't be able to call people tarts.... | poor." "Poor enough to call people tarts?" "Yes, quite poor enough." "How did you get poor?" "I always have been." "Oh." John lost interest in this topic. "The grey horse at the farm has got worms." "How do you know?" "Ben says so. Besides, you've only got to look at his dung." "Oh dear," said Brenda, "what would nanny... | new night club called the Warren..." "Dear me," Brenda said at last. "What fun everyone seems to be having." After tea John Andrew was brought in and quickly usurped the conversation. "How do you do?" he said. "I didn't know you were coming. Daddy said he had a week-end to himself for once. Do you hunt?" "Not for a lon... | into the Dutch garden, and back round the orangery without suffering a moment's real embarrassment. She even heard herself telling Beaver that his mother was one of her oldest friends. Tony returned in time for tea. He apologized for not being at home to greet his guest and almost immediately went out again to intervie... | really, but I never thought he'd hold it against me." "Well, it jolly well serves you right. That's what comes of going up to London on business and leaving me alone here... Who is he anyway?" "Just a young man. His mother keeps that shop." "I used to know her. She's hell. Come to think of it we owe her some money." "L... | told her of numerous changes of alliance among her friends. "What's happening to Mary and Simon?" "Oh, didn't you know? That's broken up." "When?" "It began in Austria this summer..." "And Billy Angmering?" "He's having a terrific walk out with a girl called Sheila Shrub." "And the Helm-Hubbards?" "That marriage isn't ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I don't see any point in that anyway." | John Andrew | able to call people tarts."<|quote|>"I don't see any point in that anyway."</|quote|>(Later, in the nursery, while | hunt." "But I shouldn't be able to call people tarts."<|quote|>"I don't see any point in that anyway."</|quote|>(Later, in the nursery, while he was having his supper, | say if she heard you talking like that?" "How old are you?" "Twenty-five. How old are you?" "What do you do?" "Nothing much." "Well, if I was you I'd do something and earn some money. Then you'd be able to hunt." "But I shouldn't be able to call people tarts."<|quote|>"I don't see any point in that anyway."</|quote|>(L... | poor enough." "How did you get poor?" "I always have been." "Oh." John lost interest in this topic. "The grey horse at the farm has got worms." "How do you know?" "Ben says so. Besides, you've only got to look at his dung." "Oh dear," said Brenda, "what would nanny say if she heard you talking like that?" "How old are ... | said at last. "What fun everyone seems to be having." After tea John Andrew was brought in and quickly usurped the conversation. "How do you do?" he said. "I didn't know you were coming. Daddy said he had a week-end to himself for once. Do you hunt?" "Not for a long time." "Ben says it stands to reason everyone ought t... | without suffering a moment's real embarrassment. She even heard herself telling Beaver that his mother was one of her oldest friends. Tony returned in time for tea. He apologized for not being at home to greet his guest and almost immediately went out again to interview the agent in his study. Brenda asked about London... | me." "Well, it jolly well serves you right. That's what comes of going up to London on business and leaving me alone here... Who is he anyway?" "Just a young man. His mother keeps that shop." "I used to know her. She's hell. Come to think of it we owe her some money." "Look here, we must put a call through and say we'r... | a moment's real embarrassment. She even heard herself telling Beaver that his mother was one of her oldest friends. Tony returned in time for tea. He apologized for not being at home to greet his guest and almost immediately went out again to interview the agent in his study. Brenda asked about London and what parties ... | A Handful Of Dust |
(Later, in the nursery, while he was having his supper, John said: | No speaker | any point in that anyway."<|quote|>(Later, in the nursery, while he was having his supper, John said:</|quote|>"I think Mr Beaver's a | people tarts." "I don't see any point in that anyway."<|quote|>(Later, in the nursery, while he was having his supper, John said:</|quote|>"I think Mr Beaver's a very silly man, don't you?" | "How old are you?" "Twenty-five. How old are you?" "What do you do?" "Nothing much." "Well, if I was you I'd do something and earn some money. Then you'd be able to hunt." "But I shouldn't be able to call people tarts." "I don't see any point in that anyway."<|quote|>(Later, in the nursery, while he was having his supp... | always have been." "Oh." John lost interest in this topic. "The grey horse at the farm has got worms." "How do you know?" "Ben says so. Besides, you've only got to look at his dung." "Oh dear," said Brenda, "what would nanny say if she heard you talking like that?" "How old are you?" "Twenty-five. How old are you?" "Wh... | be having." After tea John Andrew was brought in and quickly usurped the conversation. "How do you do?" he said. "I didn't know you were coming. Daddy said he had a week-end to himself for once. Do you hunt?" "Not for a long time." "Ben says it stands to reason everyone ought to hunt who can afford to, for the good of ... | heard herself telling Beaver that his mother was one of her oldest friends. Tony returned in time for tea. He apologized for not being at home to greet his guest and almost immediately went out again to interview the agent in his study. Brenda asked about London and what parties there were. Beaver was particularly know... | That's what comes of going up to London on business and leaving me alone here... Who is he anyway?" "Just a young man. His mother keeps that shop." "I used to know her. She's hell. Come to think of it we owe her some money." "Look here, we must put a call through and say we're ill." "Too late, he's in the train now, re... | afraid you'll be terribly bored... Tony had to go out but he'll be in soon... was the train crowded? It often is on Saturdays... would you like to come outside? It'll be dark soon and we might get some of the sun while we can..." and so on. If Tony had been there it would have been difficult, for she would have caught ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I think Mr Beaver's a very silly man, don't you?" | John Andrew | having his supper, John said:<|quote|>"I think Mr Beaver's a very silly man, don't you?"</|quote|>"I'm sure I don't know," | the nursery, while he was having his supper, John said:<|quote|>"I think Mr Beaver's a very silly man, don't you?"</|quote|>"I'm sure I don't know," said nanny. "I think he's | do?" "Nothing much." "Well, if I was you I'd do something and earn some money. Then you'd be able to hunt." "But I shouldn't be able to call people tarts." "I don't see any point in that anyway." (Later, in the nursery, while he was having his supper, John said:<|quote|>"I think Mr Beaver's a very silly man, don't you?... | horse at the farm has got worms." "How do you know?" "Ben says so. Besides, you've only got to look at his dung." "Oh dear," said Brenda, "what would nanny say if she heard you talking like that?" "How old are you?" "Twenty-five. How old are you?" "What do you do?" "Nothing much." "Well, if I was you I'd do something a... | the conversation. "How do you do?" he said. "I didn't know you were coming. Daddy said he had a week-end to himself for once. Do you hunt?" "Not for a long time." "Ben says it stands to reason everyone ought to hunt who can afford to, for the good of the country." "Perhaps I can't afford to." "Are you poor?" "Please, M... | friends. Tony returned in time for tea. He apologized for not being at home to greet his guest and almost immediately went out again to interview the agent in his study. Brenda asked about London and what parties there were. Beaver was particularly knowledgeable. "Polly Cockpurse is having one soon." "Yes, I know." "Ar... | me alone here... Who is he anyway?" "Just a young man. His mother keeps that shop." "I used to know her. She's hell. Come to think of it we owe her some money." "Look here, we must put a call through and say we're ill." "Too late, he's in the train now, recklessly mixing starch and protein in the Great Western three an... | "Polly Cockpurse is having one soon." "Yes, I know." "Are you coming up for it?" "I don't expect so. We never go anywhere nowadays." The jokes that had been going round for six weeks were all new to Brenda; they had become polished and perfected with repetition and Beaver was able to bring them out with good effect. He... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I'm sure I don't know," | Nanny | very silly man, don't you?"<|quote|>"I'm sure I don't know,"</|quote|>said nanny. "I think he's | "I think Mr Beaver's a very silly man, don't you?"<|quote|>"I'm sure I don't know,"</|quote|>said nanny. "I think he's the silliest man who's ever | something and earn some money. Then you'd be able to hunt." "But I shouldn't be able to call people tarts." "I don't see any point in that anyway." (Later, in the nursery, while he was having his supper, John said: "I think Mr Beaver's a very silly man, don't you?"<|quote|>"I'm sure I don't know,"</|quote|>said nanny. ... | know?" "Ben says so. Besides, you've only got to look at his dung." "Oh dear," said Brenda, "what would nanny say if she heard you talking like that?" "How old are you?" "Twenty-five. How old are you?" "What do you do?" "Nothing much." "Well, if I was you I'd do something and earn some money. Then you'd be able to hunt... | know you were coming. Daddy said he had a week-end to himself for once. Do you hunt?" "Not for a long time." "Ben says it stands to reason everyone ought to hunt who can afford to, for the good of the country." "Perhaps I can't afford to." "Are you poor?" "Please, Mr Beaver, you mustn't let him bore you." "Yes, very po... | not being at home to greet his guest and almost immediately went out again to interview the agent in his study. Brenda asked about London and what parties there were. Beaver was particularly knowledgeable. "Polly Cockpurse is having one soon." "Yes, I know." "Are you coming up for it?" "I don't expect so. We never go a... | man. His mother keeps that shop." "I used to know her. She's hell. Come to think of it we owe her some money." "Look here, we must put a call through and say we're ill." "Too late, he's in the train now, recklessly mixing starch and protein in the Great Western three and sixpenny lunch... Anyway, he can go into Galahad... | welcome anywhere that he was not sensitive to the slight constraint of his reception. She met him in what was still called the smoking-room; it was in some ways the least gloomy place in the house. She said, "It is nice that you were able to come. I must break it to you at once that we haven't got a party. I'm afraid y... | A Handful Of Dust |
said nanny. | No speaker | "I'm sure I don't know,"<|quote|>said nanny.</|quote|>"I think he's the silliest | very silly man, don't you?" "I'm sure I don't know,"<|quote|>said nanny.</|quote|>"I think he's the silliest man who's ever been here." | Then you'd be able to hunt." "But I shouldn't be able to call people tarts." "I don't see any point in that anyway." (Later, in the nursery, while he was having his supper, John said: "I think Mr Beaver's a very silly man, don't you?" "I'm sure I don't know,"<|quote|>said nanny.</|quote|>"I think he's the silliest man ... | you've only got to look at his dung." "Oh dear," said Brenda, "what would nanny say if she heard you talking like that?" "How old are you?" "Twenty-five. How old are you?" "What do you do?" "Nothing much." "Well, if I was you I'd do something and earn some money. Then you'd be able to hunt." "But I shouldn't be able to... | said he had a week-end to himself for once. Do you hunt?" "Not for a long time." "Ben says it stands to reason everyone ought to hunt who can afford to, for the good of the country." "Perhaps I can't afford to." "Are you poor?" "Please, Mr Beaver, you mustn't let him bore you." "Yes, very poor." "Poor enough to call pe... | greet his guest and almost immediately went out again to interview the agent in his study. Brenda asked about London and what parties there were. Beaver was particularly knowledgeable. "Polly Cockpurse is having one soon." "Yes, I know." "Are you coming up for it?" "I don't expect so. We never go anywhere nowadays." Th... | shop." "I used to know her. She's hell. Come to think of it we owe her some money." "Look here, we must put a call through and say we're ill." "Too late, he's in the train now, recklessly mixing starch and protein in the Great Western three and sixpenny lunch... Anyway, he can go into Galahad. No one who sleeps there e... | without suffering a moment's real embarrassment. She even heard herself telling Beaver that his mother was one of her oldest friends. Tony returned in time for tea. He apologized for not being at home to greet his guest and almost immediately went out again to interview the agent in his study. Brenda asked about London... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I think he's the silliest man who's ever been here." | John Andrew | I don't know," said nanny.<|quote|>"I think he's the silliest man who's ever been here."</|quote|>"Comparisons are odious." "There just | man, don't you?" "I'm sure I don't know," said nanny.<|quote|>"I think he's the silliest man who's ever been here."</|quote|>"Comparisons are odious." "There just isn't anything nice about him. | be able to hunt." "But I shouldn't be able to call people tarts." "I don't see any point in that anyway." (Later, in the nursery, while he was having his supper, John said: "I think Mr Beaver's a very silly man, don't you?" "I'm sure I don't know," said nanny.<|quote|>"I think he's the silliest man who's ever been here... | got to look at his dung." "Oh dear," said Brenda, "what would nanny say if she heard you talking like that?" "How old are you?" "Twenty-five. How old are you?" "What do you do?" "Nothing much." "Well, if I was you I'd do something and earn some money. Then you'd be able to hunt." "But I shouldn't be able to call people... | had a week-end to himself for once. Do you hunt?" "Not for a long time." "Ben says it stands to reason everyone ought to hunt who can afford to, for the good of the country." "Perhaps I can't afford to." "Are you poor?" "Please, Mr Beaver, you mustn't let him bore you." "Yes, very poor." "Poor enough to call people tar... | guest and almost immediately went out again to interview the agent in his study. Brenda asked about London and what parties there were. Beaver was particularly knowledgeable. "Polly Cockpurse is having one soon." "Yes, I know." "Are you coming up for it?" "I don't expect so. We never go anywhere nowadays." The jokes th... | used to know her. She's hell. Come to think of it we owe her some money." "Look here, we must put a call through and say we're ill." "Too late, he's in the train now, recklessly mixing starch and protein in the Great Western three and sixpenny lunch... Anyway, he can go into Galahad. No one who sleeps there ever comes ... | so they went out together through the french windows on to the terrace, down the steps, into the Dutch garden, and back round the orangery without suffering a moment's real embarrassment. She even heard herself telling Beaver that his mother was one of her oldest friends. Tony returned in time for tea. He apologized fo... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Comparisons are odious." | Nanny | man who's ever been here."<|quote|>"Comparisons are odious."</|quote|>"There just isn't anything nice | "I think he's the silliest man who's ever been here."<|quote|>"Comparisons are odious."</|quote|>"There just isn't anything nice about him. He's got a | call people tarts." "I don't see any point in that anyway." (Later, in the nursery, while he was having his supper, John said: "I think Mr Beaver's a very silly man, don't you?" "I'm sure I don't know," said nanny. "I think he's the silliest man who's ever been here."<|quote|>"Comparisons are odious."</|quote|>"There j... | "what would nanny say if she heard you talking like that?" "How old are you?" "Twenty-five. How old are you?" "What do you do?" "Nothing much." "Well, if I was you I'd do something and earn some money. Then you'd be able to hunt." "But I shouldn't be able to call people tarts." "I don't see any point in that anyway." (... | "Not for a long time." "Ben says it stands to reason everyone ought to hunt who can afford to, for the good of the country." "Perhaps I can't afford to." "Are you poor?" "Please, Mr Beaver, you mustn't let him bore you." "Yes, very poor." "Poor enough to call people tarts?" "Yes, quite poor enough." "How did you get po... | agent in his study. Brenda asked about London and what parties there were. Beaver was particularly knowledgeable. "Polly Cockpurse is having one soon." "Yes, I know." "Are you coming up for it?" "I don't expect so. We never go anywhere nowadays." The jokes that had been going round for six weeks were all new to Brenda;... | it we owe her some money." "Look here, we must put a call through and say we're ill." "Too late, he's in the train now, recklessly mixing starch and protein in the Great Western three and sixpenny lunch... Anyway, he can go into Galahad. No one who sleeps there ever comes again--the bed's agony I believe." "What on ear... | the orangery without suffering a moment's real embarrassment. She even heard herself telling Beaver that his mother was one of her oldest friends. Tony returned in time for tea. He apologized for not being at home to greet his guest and almost immediately went out again to interview the agent in his study. Brenda asked... | A Handful Of Dust |
"There just isn't anything nice about him. He's got a silly voice and a silly face, silly eyes and silly nose," | John Andrew | been here." "Comparisons are odious."<|quote|>"There just isn't anything nice about him. He's got a silly voice and a silly face, silly eyes and silly nose,"</|quote|>John's voice fell into a | the silliest man who's ever been here." "Comparisons are odious."<|quote|>"There just isn't anything nice about him. He's got a silly voice and a silly face, silly eyes and silly nose,"</|quote|>John's voice fell into a liturgical sing-song, "silly feet and | "I don't see any point in that anyway." (Later, in the nursery, while he was having his supper, John said: "I think Mr Beaver's a very silly man, don't you?" "I'm sure I don't know," said nanny. "I think he's the silliest man who's ever been here." "Comparisons are odious."<|quote|>"There just isn't anything nice about... | say if she heard you talking like that?" "How old are you?" "Twenty-five. How old are you?" "What do you do?" "Nothing much." "Well, if I was you I'd do something and earn some money. Then you'd be able to hunt." "But I shouldn't be able to call people tarts." "I don't see any point in that anyway." (Later, in the nurs... | long time." "Ben says it stands to reason everyone ought to hunt who can afford to, for the good of the country." "Perhaps I can't afford to." "Are you poor?" "Please, Mr Beaver, you mustn't let him bore you." "Yes, very poor." "Poor enough to call people tarts?" "Yes, quite poor enough." "How did you get poor?" "I alw... | study. Brenda asked about London and what parties there were. Beaver was particularly knowledgeable. "Polly Cockpurse is having one soon." "Yes, I know." "Are you coming up for it?" "I don't expect so. We never go anywhere nowadays." The jokes that had been going round for six weeks were all new to Brenda; they had bec... | her some money." "Look here, we must put a call through and say we're ill." "Too late, he's in the train now, recklessly mixing starch and protein in the Great Western three and sixpenny lunch... Anyway, he can go into Galahad. No one who sleeps there ever comes again--the bed's agony I believe." "What on earth are we ... | Austria this summer..." "And Billy Angmering?" "He's having a terrific walk out with a girl called Sheila Shrub." "And the Helm-Hubbards?" "That marriage isn't going too well either... Daisy has started a new restaurant. It's going very well... and there's a new night club called the Warren..." "Dear me," Brenda said a... | A Handful Of Dust |
John's voice fell into a liturgical sing-song, | No speaker | silly eyes and silly nose,"<|quote|>John's voice fell into a liturgical sing-song,</|quote|>"silly feet and silly toes, | voice and a silly face, silly eyes and silly nose,"<|quote|>John's voice fell into a liturgical sing-song,</|quote|>"silly feet and silly toes, silly head and silly clothes..." | think Mr Beaver's a very silly man, don't you?" "I'm sure I don't know," said nanny. "I think he's the silliest man who's ever been here." "Comparisons are odious." "There just isn't anything nice about him. He's got a silly voice and a silly face, silly eyes and silly nose,"<|quote|>John's voice fell into a liturgical... | "Nothing much." "Well, if I was you I'd do something and earn some money. Then you'd be able to hunt." "But I shouldn't be able to call people tarts." "I don't see any point in that anyway." (Later, in the nursery, while he was having his supper, John said: "I think Mr Beaver's a very silly man, don't you?" "I'm sure I... | country." "Perhaps I can't afford to." "Are you poor?" "Please, Mr Beaver, you mustn't let him bore you." "Yes, very poor." "Poor enough to call people tarts?" "Yes, quite poor enough." "How did you get poor?" "I always have been." "Oh." John lost interest in this topic. "The grey horse at the farm has got worms." "How... | I know." "Are you coming up for it?" "I don't expect so. We never go anywhere nowadays." The jokes that had been going round for six weeks were all new to Brenda; they had become polished and perfected with repetition and Beaver was able to bring them out with good effect. He told her of numerous changes of alliance am... | now, recklessly mixing starch and protein in the Great Western three and sixpenny lunch... Anyway, he can go into Galahad. No one who sleeps there ever comes again--the bed's agony I believe." "What on earth are we going to do with him? It's too late to get anyone else." "You go over to Pigstanton. I'll look after him.... | time." "Ben says it stands to reason everyone ought to hunt who can afford to, for the good of the country." "Perhaps I can't afford to." "Are you poor?" "Please, Mr Beaver, you mustn't let him bore you." "Yes, very poor." "Poor enough to call people tarts?" "Yes, quite poor enough." "How did you get poor?" "I always h... | A Handful Of Dust |
"silly feet and silly toes, silly head and silly clothes..." | John Andrew | fell into a liturgical sing-song,<|quote|>"silly feet and silly toes, silly head and silly clothes..."</|quote|>"Now you eat up your | and silly nose," John's voice fell into a liturgical sing-song,<|quote|>"silly feet and silly toes, silly head and silly clothes..."</|quote|>"Now you eat up your supper," said nanny.) * * | don't you?" "I'm sure I don't know," said nanny. "I think he's the silliest man who's ever been here." "Comparisons are odious." "There just isn't anything nice about him. He's got a silly voice and a silly face, silly eyes and silly nose," John's voice fell into a liturgical sing-song,<|quote|>"silly feet and silly to... | I'd do something and earn some money. Then you'd be able to hunt." "But I shouldn't be able to call people tarts." "I don't see any point in that anyway." (Later, in the nursery, while he was having his supper, John said: "I think Mr Beaver's a very silly man, don't you?" "I'm sure I don't know," said nanny. "I think h... | you poor?" "Please, Mr Beaver, you mustn't let him bore you." "Yes, very poor." "Poor enough to call people tarts?" "Yes, quite poor enough." "How did you get poor?" "I always have been." "Oh." John lost interest in this topic. "The grey horse at the farm has got worms." "How do you know?" "Ben says so. Besides, you've... | it?" "I don't expect so. We never go anywhere nowadays." The jokes that had been going round for six weeks were all new to Brenda; they had become polished and perfected with repetition and Beaver was able to bring them out with good effect. He told her of numerous changes of alliance among her friends. "What's happeni... | the Great Western three and sixpenny lunch... Anyway, he can go into Galahad. No one who sleeps there ever comes again--the bed's agony I believe." "What on earth are we going to do with him? It's too late to get anyone else." "You go over to Pigstanton. I'll look after him. It's easier alone. We can take him to the mo... | I can't afford to." "Are you poor?" "Please, Mr Beaver, you mustn't let him bore you." "Yes, very poor." "Poor enough to call people tarts?" "Yes, quite poor enough." "How did you get poor?" "I always have been." "Oh." John lost interest in this topic. "The grey horse at the farm has got worms." "How do you know?" "Ben... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Now you eat up your supper," | Nanny | silly head and silly clothes..."<|quote|>"Now you eat up your supper,"</|quote|>said nanny.) * * * | "silly feet and silly toes, silly head and silly clothes..."<|quote|>"Now you eat up your supper,"</|quote|>said nanny.) * * * * * That evening before | think he's the silliest man who's ever been here." "Comparisons are odious." "There just isn't anything nice about him. He's got a silly voice and a silly face, silly eyes and silly nose," John's voice fell into a liturgical sing-song, "silly feet and silly toes, silly head and silly clothes..."<|quote|>"Now you eat up... | able to hunt." "But I shouldn't be able to call people tarts." "I don't see any point in that anyway." (Later, in the nursery, while he was having his supper, John said: "I think Mr Beaver's a very silly man, don't you?" "I'm sure I don't know," said nanny. "I think he's the silliest man who's ever been here." "Compari... | you." "Yes, very poor." "Poor enough to call people tarts?" "Yes, quite poor enough." "How did you get poor?" "I always have been." "Oh." John lost interest in this topic. "The grey horse at the farm has got worms." "How do you know?" "Ben says so. Besides, you've only got to look at his dung." "Oh dear," said Brenda, ... | The jokes that had been going round for six weeks were all new to Brenda; they had become polished and perfected with repetition and Beaver was able to bring them out with good effect. He told her of numerous changes of alliance among her friends. "What's happening to Mary and Simon?" "Oh, didn't you know? That's broke... | go into Galahad. No one who sleeps there ever comes again--the bed's agony I believe." "What on earth are we going to do with him? It's too late to get anyone else." "You go over to Pigstanton. I'll look after him. It's easier alone. We can take him to the movies to-night, and to-morrow he can see over the house. If we... | a girl called Sheila Shrub." "And the Helm-Hubbards?" "That marriage isn't going too well either... Daisy has started a new restaurant. It's going very well... and there's a new night club called the Warren..." "Dear me," Brenda said at last. "What fun everyone seems to be having." After tea John Andrew was brought in ... | A Handful Of Dust |
said nanny.) * * * * * That evening before dinner Tony came up behind Brenda as she sat at her dressing table and made a face over her shoulder in the glass. | No speaker | you eat up your supper,"<|quote|>said nanny.) * * * * * That evening before dinner Tony came up behind Brenda as she sat at her dressing table and made a face over her shoulder in the glass.</|quote|>"I feel rather guilty about | head and silly clothes..." "Now you eat up your supper,"<|quote|>said nanny.) * * * * * That evening before dinner Tony came up behind Brenda as she sat at her dressing table and made a face over her shoulder in the glass.</|quote|>"I feel rather guilty about Beaver--going off and leaving you | ever been here." "Comparisons are odious." "There just isn't anything nice about him. He's got a silly voice and a silly face, silly eyes and silly nose," John's voice fell into a liturgical sing-song, "silly feet and silly toes, silly head and silly clothes..." "Now you eat up your supper,"<|quote|>said nanny.) * * * ... | be able to call people tarts." "I don't see any point in that anyway." (Later, in the nursery, while he was having his supper, John said: "I think Mr Beaver's a very silly man, don't you?" "I'm sure I don't know," said nanny. "I think he's the silliest man who's ever been here." "Comparisons are odious." "There just is... | to call people tarts?" "Yes, quite poor enough." "How did you get poor?" "I always have been." "Oh." John lost interest in this topic. "The grey horse at the farm has got worms." "How do you know?" "Ben says so. Besides, you've only got to look at his dung." "Oh dear," said Brenda, "what would nanny say if she heard yo... | round for six weeks were all new to Brenda; they had become polished and perfected with repetition and Beaver was able to bring them out with good effect. He told her of numerous changes of alliance among her friends. "What's happening to Mary and Simon?" "Oh, didn't you know? That's broken up." "When?" "It began in Au... | sleeps there ever comes again--the bed's agony I believe." "What on earth are we going to do with him? It's too late to get anyone else." "You go over to Pigstanton. I'll look after him. It's easier alone. We can take him to the movies to-night, and to-morrow he can see over the house. If we're lucky he may go up by th... | down the steps, into the Dutch garden, and back round the orangery without suffering a moment's real embarrassment. She even heard herself telling Beaver that his mother was one of her oldest friends. Tony returned in time for tea. He apologized for not being at home to greet his guest and almost immediately went out a... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I feel rather guilty about Beaver--going off and leaving you like that. You were heavenly to him." | Tony Last | her shoulder in the glass.<|quote|>"I feel rather guilty about Beaver--going off and leaving you like that. You were heavenly to him."</|quote|>She said, "Oh, it wasn't | and made a face over her shoulder in the glass.<|quote|>"I feel rather guilty about Beaver--going off and leaving you like that. You were heavenly to him."</|quote|>She said, "Oh, it wasn't bad really. He's rather pathetic." | sing-song, "silly feet and silly toes, silly head and silly clothes..." "Now you eat up your supper," said nanny.) * * * * * That evening before dinner Tony came up behind Brenda as she sat at her dressing table and made a face over her shoulder in the glass.<|quote|>"I feel rather guilty about Beaver--going off and le... | man, don't you?" "I'm sure I don't know," said nanny. "I think he's the silliest man who's ever been here." "Comparisons are odious." "There just isn't anything nice about him. He's got a silly voice and a silly face, silly eyes and silly nose," John's voice fell into a liturgical sing-song, "silly feet and silly toes,... | "How do you know?" "Ben says so. Besides, you've only got to look at his dung." "Oh dear," said Brenda, "what would nanny say if she heard you talking like that?" "How old are you?" "Twenty-five. How old are you?" "What do you do?" "Nothing much." "Well, if I was you I'd do something and earn some money. Then you'd be ... | changes of alliance among her friends. "What's happening to Mary and Simon?" "Oh, didn't you know? That's broken up." "When?" "It began in Austria this summer..." "And Billy Angmering?" "He's having a terrific walk out with a girl called Sheila Shrub." "And the Helm-Hubbards?" "That marriage isn't going too well either... | after him. It's easier alone. We can take him to the movies to-night, and to-morrow he can see over the house. If we're lucky he may go up by the evening train. Does he have to work on Monday morning?" "I shouldn't know." * * * * * Three-eighteen was far from being the most convenient time for arrival. One reached the ... | to be having." After tea John Andrew was brought in and quickly usurped the conversation. "How do you do?" he said. "I didn't know you were coming. Daddy said he had a week-end to himself for once. Do you hunt?" "Not for a long time." "Ben says it stands to reason everyone ought to hunt who can afford to, for the good ... | A Handful Of Dust |
She said, | No speaker | You were heavenly to him."<|quote|>She said,</|quote|>"Oh, it wasn't bad really. | and leaving you like that. You were heavenly to him."<|quote|>She said,</|quote|>"Oh, it wasn't bad really. He's rather pathetic." Farther down | said nanny.) * * * * * That evening before dinner Tony came up behind Brenda as she sat at her dressing table and made a face over her shoulder in the glass. "I feel rather guilty about Beaver--going off and leaving you like that. You were heavenly to him."<|quote|>She said,</|quote|>"Oh, it wasn't bad really. He's rat... | ever been here." "Comparisons are odious." "There just isn't anything nice about him. He's got a silly voice and a silly face, silly eyes and silly nose," John's voice fell into a liturgical sing-song, "silly feet and silly toes, silly head and silly clothes..." "Now you eat up your supper," said nanny.) * * * * * That... | dear," said Brenda, "what would nanny say if she heard you talking like that?" "How old are you?" "Twenty-five. How old are you?" "What do you do?" "Nothing much." "Well, if I was you I'd do something and earn some money. Then you'd be able to hunt." "But I shouldn't be able to call people tarts." "I don't see any poin... | broken up." "When?" "It began in Austria this summer..." "And Billy Angmering?" "He's having a terrific walk out with a girl called Sheila Shrub." "And the Helm-Hubbards?" "That marriage isn't going too well either... Daisy has started a new restaurant. It's going very well... and there's a new night club called the Wa... | see over the house. If we're lucky he may go up by the evening train. Does he have to work on Monday morning?" "I shouldn't know." * * * * * Three-eighteen was far from being the most convenient time for arrival. One reached the house at about a quarter to four and if, like Beaver, one was a stranger, there was an awkw... | of the country." "Perhaps I can't afford to." "Are you poor?" "Please, Mr Beaver, you mustn't let him bore you." "Yes, very poor." "Poor enough to call people tarts?" "Yes, quite poor enough." "How did you get poor?" "I always have been." "Oh." John lost interest in this topic. "The grey horse at the farm has got worms... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Oh, it wasn't bad really. He's rather pathetic." | Brenda | heavenly to him." She said,<|quote|>"Oh, it wasn't bad really. He's rather pathetic."</|quote|>Farther down the passage Beaver | you like that. You were heavenly to him." She said,<|quote|>"Oh, it wasn't bad really. He's rather pathetic."</|quote|>Farther down the passage Beaver examined his room, with the | * * * * * That evening before dinner Tony came up behind Brenda as she sat at her dressing table and made a face over her shoulder in the glass. "I feel rather guilty about Beaver--going off and leaving you like that. You were heavenly to him." She said,<|quote|>"Oh, it wasn't bad really. He's rather pathetic."</|quote... | here." "Comparisons are odious." "There just isn't anything nice about him. He's got a silly voice and a silly face, silly eyes and silly nose," John's voice fell into a liturgical sing-song, "silly feet and silly toes, silly head and silly clothes..." "Now you eat up your supper," said nanny.) * * * * * That evening b... | Brenda, "what would nanny say if she heard you talking like that?" "How old are you?" "Twenty-five. How old are you?" "What do you do?" "Nothing much." "Well, if I was you I'd do something and earn some money. Then you'd be able to hunt." "But I shouldn't be able to call people tarts." "I don't see any point in that an... | "When?" "It began in Austria this summer..." "And Billy Angmering?" "He's having a terrific walk out with a girl called Sheila Shrub." "And the Helm-Hubbards?" "That marriage isn't going too well either... Daisy has started a new restaurant. It's going very well... and there's a new night club called the Warren..." "De... | the house. If we're lucky he may go up by the evening train. Does he have to work on Monday morning?" "I shouldn't know." * * * * * Three-eighteen was far from being the most convenient time for arrival. One reached the house at about a quarter to four and if, like Beaver, one was a stranger, there was an awkward time ... | conversation. "How do you do?" he said. "I didn't know you were coming. Daddy said he had a week-end to himself for once. Do you hunt?" "Not for a long time." "Ben says it stands to reason everyone ought to hunt who can afford to, for the good of the country." "Perhaps I can't afford to." "Are you poor?" "Please, Mr Be... | A Handful Of Dust |
Farther down the passage Beaver examined his room, with the care of an experienced guest. There was no reading lamp. The inkpot was dry. The fire had been lit but had gone out. The bathroom, he had already discovered, was a great distance away, up a flight of turret steps. He did not at all like the look or feel of the... | No speaker | bad really. He's rather pathetic."<|quote|>Farther down the passage Beaver examined his room, with the care of an experienced guest. There was no reading lamp. The inkpot was dry. The fire had been lit but had gone out. The bathroom, he had already discovered, was a great distance away, up a flight of turret steps. He ... | She said, "Oh, it wasn't bad really. He's rather pathetic."<|quote|>Farther down the passage Beaver examined his room, with the care of an experienced guest. There was no reading lamp. The inkpot was dry. The fire had been lit but had gone out. The bathroom, he had already discovered, was a great distance away, up a fl... | dinner Tony came up behind Brenda as she sat at her dressing table and made a face over her shoulder in the glass. "I feel rather guilty about Beaver--going off and leaving you like that. You were heavenly to him." She said, "Oh, it wasn't bad really. He's rather pathetic."<|quote|>Farther down the passage Beaver exami... | nice about him. He's got a silly voice and a silly face, silly eyes and silly nose," John's voice fell into a liturgical sing-song, "silly feet and silly toes, silly head and silly clothes..." "Now you eat up your supper," said nanny.) * * * * * That evening before dinner Tony came up behind Brenda as she sat at her dr... | you talking like that?" "How old are you?" "Twenty-five. How old are you?" "What do you do?" "Nothing much." "Well, if I was you I'd do something and earn some money. Then you'd be able to hunt." "But I shouldn't be able to call people tarts." "I don't see any point in that anyway." (Later, in the nursery, while he was... | Billy Angmering?" "He's having a terrific walk out with a girl called Sheila Shrub." "And the Helm-Hubbards?" "That marriage isn't going too well either... Daisy has started a new restaurant. It's going very well... and there's a new night club called the Warren..." "Dear me," Brenda said at last. "What fun everyone se... | up by the evening train. Does he have to work on Monday morning?" "I shouldn't know." * * * * * Three-eighteen was far from being the most convenient time for arrival. One reached the house at about a quarter to four and if, like Beaver, one was a stranger, there was an awkward time until tea; but without Tony there to... | said. "I didn't know you were coming. Daddy said he had a week-end to himself for once. Do you hunt?" "Not for a long time." "Ben says it stands to reason everyone ought to hunt who can afford to, for the good of the country." "Perhaps I can't afford to." "Are you poor?" "Please, Mr Beaver, you mustn't let him bore you... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I hope you sleep well." | Tony Last | the door of Sir Galahad.<|quote|>"I hope you sleep well."</|quote|>"I'm sure I shall." "D'you | it. Tony took him to the door of Sir Galahad.<|quote|>"I hope you sleep well."</|quote|>"I'm sure I shall." "D'you like to be called in | there was a film Beaver had seen some months before. When they got back there was a grog tray and some sandwiches in the smoking-room. They talked about the film but Beaver did not let on that he had seen it. Tony took him to the door of Sir Galahad.<|quote|>"I hope you sleep well."</|quote|>"I'm sure I shall." "D'you ... | Brenda particularly liked. Nor, as it happened, did Beaver, but he was glad that it was there. It was decanted into a tall jug and was carried round the little table, between the three of them, as a pledge of hospitality. Afterwards they drove into Pigstanton to the Picture-drome, where there was a film Beaver had seen... | the care of an experienced guest. There was no reading lamp. The inkpot was dry. The fire had been lit but had gone out. The bathroom, he had already discovered, was a great distance away, up a flight of turret steps. He did not at all like the look or feel of the bed; the springs were broken in the centre and it creak... | How old are you?" "What do you do?" "Nothing much." "Well, if I was you I'd do something and earn some money. Then you'd be able to hunt." "But I shouldn't be able to call people tarts." "I don't see any point in that anyway." (Later, in the nursery, while he was having his supper, John said: "I think Mr Beaver's a ver... | as ch?telaine would have collapsed. Beaver was well used to making conversation, so they went out together through the french windows on to the terrace, down the steps, into the Dutch garden, and back round the orangery without suffering a moment's real embarrassment. She even heard herself telling Beaver that his moth... | Beaver--going off and leaving you like that. You were heavenly to him." She said, "Oh, it wasn't bad really. He's rather pathetic." Farther down the passage Beaver examined his room, with the care of an experienced guest. There was no reading lamp. The inkpot was dry. The fire had been lit but had gone out. The bathroo... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I'm sure I shall." | John Beaver | "I hope you sleep well."<|quote|>"I'm sure I shall."</|quote|>"D'you like to be called | the door of Sir Galahad. "I hope you sleep well."<|quote|>"I'm sure I shall."</|quote|>"D'you like to be called in the morning?" "May I | had seen some months before. When they got back there was a grog tray and some sandwiches in the smoking-room. They talked about the film but Beaver did not let on that he had seen it. Tony took him to the door of Sir Galahad. "I hope you sleep well."<|quote|>"I'm sure I shall."</|quote|>"D'you like to be called in the... | it happened, did Beaver, but he was glad that it was there. It was decanted into a tall jug and was carried round the little table, between the three of them, as a pledge of hospitality. Afterwards they drove into Pigstanton to the Picture-drome, where there was a film Beaver had seen some months before. When they got ... | guest. There was no reading lamp. The inkpot was dry. The fire had been lit but had gone out. The bathroom, he had already discovered, was a great distance away, up a flight of turret steps. He did not at all like the look or feel of the bed; the springs were broken in the centre and it creaked ominously when he lay do... | do you do?" "Nothing much." "Well, if I was you I'd do something and earn some money. Then you'd be able to hunt." "But I shouldn't be able to call people tarts." "I don't see any point in that anyway." (Later, in the nursery, while he was having his supper, John said: "I think Mr Beaver's a very silly man, don't you?"... | Beaver was well used to making conversation, so they went out together through the french windows on to the terrace, down the steps, into the Dutch garden, and back round the orangery without suffering a moment's real embarrassment. She even heard herself telling Beaver that his mother was one of her oldest friends. To... | quite poor enough." "How did you get poor?" "I always have been." "Oh." John lost interest in this topic. "The grey horse at the farm has got worms." "How do you know?" "Ben says so. Besides, you've only got to look at his dung." "Oh dear," said Brenda, "what would nanny say if she heard you talking like that?" "How ol... | A Handful Of Dust |
"D'you like to be called in the morning?" | Tony Last | well." "I'm sure I shall."<|quote|>"D'you like to be called in the morning?"</|quote|>"May I ring?" "Certainly. Got | Galahad. "I hope you sleep well." "I'm sure I shall."<|quote|>"D'you like to be called in the morning?"</|quote|>"May I ring?" "Certainly. Got everything you want?" "Yes, thanks. | before. When they got back there was a grog tray and some sandwiches in the smoking-room. They talked about the film but Beaver did not let on that he had seen it. Tony took him to the door of Sir Galahad. "I hope you sleep well." "I'm sure I shall."<|quote|>"D'you like to be called in the morning?"</|quote|>"May I rin... | but he was glad that it was there. It was decanted into a tall jug and was carried round the little table, between the three of them, as a pledge of hospitality. Afterwards they drove into Pigstanton to the Picture-drome, where there was a film Beaver had seen some months before. When they got back there was a grog tra... | reading lamp. The inkpot was dry. The fire had been lit but had gone out. The bathroom, he had already discovered, was a great distance away, up a flight of turret steps. He did not at all like the look or feel of the bed; the springs were broken in the centre and it creaked ominously when he lay down to try it. The re... | much." "Well, if I was you I'd do something and earn some money. Then you'd be able to hunt." "But I shouldn't be able to call people tarts." "I don't see any point in that anyway." (Later, in the nursery, while he was having his supper, John said: "I think Mr Beaver's a very silly man, don't you?" "I'm sure I don't kn... | to making conversation, so they went out together through the french windows on to the terrace, down the steps, into the Dutch garden, and back round the orangery without suffering a moment's real embarrassment. She even heard herself telling Beaver that his mother was one of her oldest friends. Tony returned in time f... | nanny. "I think he's the silliest man who's ever been here." "Comparisons are odious." "There just isn't anything nice about him. He's got a silly voice and a silly face, silly eyes and silly nose," John's voice fell into a liturgical sing-song, "silly feet and silly toes, silly head and silly clothes..." "Now you eat ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"May I ring?" | John Beaver | be called in the morning?"<|quote|>"May I ring?"</|quote|>"Certainly. Got everything you want?" | I shall." "D'you like to be called in the morning?"<|quote|>"May I ring?"</|quote|>"Certainly. Got everything you want?" "Yes, thanks. Good night." "Good | grog tray and some sandwiches in the smoking-room. They talked about the film but Beaver did not let on that he had seen it. Tony took him to the door of Sir Galahad. "I hope you sleep well." "I'm sure I shall." "D'you like to be called in the morning?"<|quote|>"May I ring?"</|quote|>"Certainly. Got everything you want... | It was decanted into a tall jug and was carried round the little table, between the three of them, as a pledge of hospitality. Afterwards they drove into Pigstanton to the Picture-drome, where there was a film Beaver had seen some months before. When they got back there was a grog tray and some sandwiches in the smokin... | had been lit but had gone out. The bathroom, he had already discovered, was a great distance away, up a flight of turret steps. He did not at all like the look or feel of the bed; the springs were broken in the centre and it creaked ominously when he lay down to try it. The return ticket, third-class, had been eighteen... | something and earn some money. Then you'd be able to hunt." "But I shouldn't be able to call people tarts." "I don't see any point in that anyway." (Later, in the nursery, while he was having his supper, John said: "I think Mr Beaver's a very silly man, don't you?" "I'm sure I don't know," said nanny. "I think he's the... | through the french windows on to the terrace, down the steps, into the Dutch garden, and back round the orangery without suffering a moment's real embarrassment. She even heard herself telling Beaver that his mother was one of her oldest friends. Tony returned in time for tea. He apologized for not being at home to gre... | passage Beaver examined his room, with the care of an experienced guest. There was no reading lamp. The inkpot was dry. The fire had been lit but had gone out. The bathroom, he had already discovered, was a great distance away, up a flight of turret steps. He did not at all like the look or feel of the bed; the springs... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Certainly. Got everything you want?" | Tony Last | the morning?" "May I ring?"<|quote|>"Certainly. Got everything you want?"</|quote|>"Yes, thanks. Good night." "Good | like to be called in the morning?" "May I ring?"<|quote|>"Certainly. Got everything you want?"</|quote|>"Yes, thanks. Good night." "Good night." But when he got | some sandwiches in the smoking-room. They talked about the film but Beaver did not let on that he had seen it. Tony took him to the door of Sir Galahad. "I hope you sleep well." "I'm sure I shall." "D'you like to be called in the morning?" "May I ring?"<|quote|>"Certainly. Got everything you want?"</|quote|>"Yes, thank... | into a tall jug and was carried round the little table, between the three of them, as a pledge of hospitality. Afterwards they drove into Pigstanton to the Picture-drome, where there was a film Beaver had seen some months before. When they got back there was a grog tray and some sandwiches in the smoking-room. They tal... | but had gone out. The bathroom, he had already discovered, was a great distance away, up a flight of turret steps. He did not at all like the look or feel of the bed; the springs were broken in the centre and it creaked ominously when he lay down to try it. The return ticket, third-class, had been eighteen shillings. T... | some money. Then you'd be able to hunt." "But I shouldn't be able to call people tarts." "I don't see any point in that anyway." (Later, in the nursery, while he was having his supper, John said: "I think Mr Beaver's a very silly man, don't you?" "I'm sure I don't know," said nanny. "I think he's the silliest man who's... | windows on to the terrace, down the steps, into the Dutch garden, and back round the orangery without suffering a moment's real embarrassment. She even heard herself telling Beaver that his mother was one of her oldest friends. Tony returned in time for tea. He apologized for not being at home to greet his guest and al... | do you do?" he said. "I didn't know you were coming. Daddy said he had a week-end to himself for once. Do you hunt?" "Not for a long time." "Ben says it stands to reason everyone ought to hunt who can afford to, for the good of the country." "Perhaps I can't afford to." "Are you poor?" "Please, Mr Beaver, you mustn't l... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Yes, thanks. Good night." | John Beaver | "Certainly. Got everything you want?"<|quote|>"Yes, thanks. Good night."</|quote|>"Good night." But when he | the morning?" "May I ring?" "Certainly. Got everything you want?"<|quote|>"Yes, thanks. Good night."</|quote|>"Good night." But when he got back he said, "You | They talked about the film but Beaver did not let on that he had seen it. Tony took him to the door of Sir Galahad. "I hope you sleep well." "I'm sure I shall." "D'you like to be called in the morning?" "May I ring?" "Certainly. Got everything you want?"<|quote|>"Yes, thanks. Good night."</|quote|>"Good night." But whe... | was carried round the little table, between the three of them, as a pledge of hospitality. Afterwards they drove into Pigstanton to the Picture-drome, where there was a film Beaver had seen some months before. When they got back there was a grog tray and some sandwiches in the smoking-room. They talked about the film b... | bathroom, he had already discovered, was a great distance away, up a flight of turret steps. He did not at all like the look or feel of the bed; the springs were broken in the centre and it creaked ominously when he lay down to try it. The return ticket, third-class, had been eighteen shillings. Then there would be tip... | able to hunt." "But I shouldn't be able to call people tarts." "I don't see any point in that anyway." (Later, in the nursery, while he was having his supper, John said: "I think Mr Beaver's a very silly man, don't you?" "I'm sure I don't know," said nanny. "I think he's the silliest man who's ever been here." "Compari... | down the steps, into the Dutch garden, and back round the orangery without suffering a moment's real embarrassment. She even heard herself telling Beaver that his mother was one of her oldest friends. Tony returned in time for tea. He apologized for not being at home to greet his guest and almost immediately went out a... | stands to reason everyone ought to hunt who can afford to, for the good of the country." "Perhaps I can't afford to." "Are you poor?" "Please, Mr Beaver, you mustn't let him bore you." "Yes, very poor." "Poor enough to call people tarts?" "Yes, quite poor enough." "How did you get poor?" "I always have been." "Oh." Joh... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Good night." | Tony Last | want?" "Yes, thanks. Good night."<|quote|>"Good night."</|quote|>But when he got back | ring?" "Certainly. Got everything you want?" "Yes, thanks. Good night."<|quote|>"Good night."</|quote|>But when he got back he said, "You know, I | film but Beaver did not let on that he had seen it. Tony took him to the door of Sir Galahad. "I hope you sleep well." "I'm sure I shall." "D'you like to be called in the morning?" "May I ring?" "Certainly. Got everything you want?" "Yes, thanks. Good night."<|quote|>"Good night."</|quote|>But when he got back he said,... | little table, between the three of them, as a pledge of hospitality. Afterwards they drove into Pigstanton to the Picture-drome, where there was a film Beaver had seen some months before. When they got back there was a grog tray and some sandwiches in the smoking-room. They talked about the film but Beaver did not let ... | discovered, was a great distance away, up a flight of turret steps. He did not at all like the look or feel of the bed; the springs were broken in the centre and it creaked ominously when he lay down to try it. The return ticket, third-class, had been eighteen shillings. Then there would be tips. Owing to Tony's feelin... | I shouldn't be able to call people tarts." "I don't see any point in that anyway." (Later, in the nursery, while he was having his supper, John said: "I think Mr Beaver's a very silly man, don't you?" "I'm sure I don't know," said nanny. "I think he's the silliest man who's ever been here." "Comparisons are odious." "T... | the Dutch garden, and back round the orangery without suffering a moment's real embarrassment. She even heard herself telling Beaver that his mother was one of her oldest friends. Tony returned in time for tea. He apologized for not being at home to greet his guest and almost immediately went out again to interview the... | like that?" "How old are you?" "Twenty-five. How old are you?" "What do you do?" "Nothing much." "Well, if I was you I'd do something and earn some money. Then you'd be able to hunt." "But I shouldn't be able to call people tarts." "I don't see any point in that anyway." (Later, in the nursery, while he was having his ... | A Handful Of Dust |
But when he got back he said, | No speaker | thanks. Good night." "Good night."<|quote|>But when he got back he said,</|quote|>"You know, I feel awful | Got everything you want?" "Yes, thanks. Good night." "Good night."<|quote|>But when he got back he said,</|quote|>"You know, I feel awful about Beaver." "Oh, Beaver's all | Beaver did not let on that he had seen it. Tony took him to the door of Sir Galahad. "I hope you sleep well." "I'm sure I shall." "D'you like to be called in the morning?" "May I ring?" "Certainly. Got everything you want?" "Yes, thanks. Good night." "Good night."<|quote|>But when he got back he said,</|quote|>"You kno... | between the three of them, as a pledge of hospitality. Afterwards they drove into Pigstanton to the Picture-drome, where there was a film Beaver had seen some months before. When they got back there was a grog tray and some sandwiches in the smoking-room. They talked about the film but Beaver did not let on that he had... | a great distance away, up a flight of turret steps. He did not at all like the look or feel of the bed; the springs were broken in the centre and it creaked ominously when he lay down to try it. The return ticket, third-class, had been eighteen shillings. Then there would be tips. Owing to Tony's feeling of guilt they ... | be able to call people tarts." "I don't see any point in that anyway." (Later, in the nursery, while he was having his supper, John said: "I think Mr Beaver's a very silly man, don't you?" "I'm sure I don't know," said nanny. "I think he's the silliest man who's ever been here." "Comparisons are odious." "There just is... | garden, and back round the orangery without suffering a moment's real embarrassment. She even heard herself telling Beaver that his mother was one of her oldest friends. Tony returned in time for tea. He apologized for not being at home to greet his guest and almost immediately went out again to interview the agent in ... | * * That evening before dinner Tony came up behind Brenda as she sat at her dressing table and made a face over her shoulder in the glass. "I feel rather guilty about Beaver--going off and leaving you like that. You were heavenly to him." She said, "Oh, it wasn't bad really. He's rather pathetic." Farther down the pass... | A Handful Of Dust |
"You know, I feel awful about Beaver." | Tony Last | he got back he said,<|quote|>"You know, I feel awful about Beaver."</|quote|>"Oh, Beaver's all right," said | night." "Good night." But when he got back he said,<|quote|>"You know, I feel awful about Beaver."</|quote|>"Oh, Beaver's all right," said Brenda. But he was far | had seen it. Tony took him to the door of Sir Galahad. "I hope you sleep well." "I'm sure I shall." "D'you like to be called in the morning?" "May I ring?" "Certainly. Got everything you want?" "Yes, thanks. Good night." "Good night." But when he got back he said,<|quote|>"You know, I feel awful about Beaver."</|quote|... | pledge of hospitality. Afterwards they drove into Pigstanton to the Picture-drome, where there was a film Beaver had seen some months before. When they got back there was a grog tray and some sandwiches in the smoking-room. They talked about the film but Beaver did not let on that he had seen it. Tony took him to the d... | of turret steps. He did not at all like the look or feel of the bed; the springs were broken in the centre and it creaked ominously when he lay down to try it. The return ticket, third-class, had been eighteen shillings. Then there would be tips. Owing to Tony's feeling of guilt they had champagne for dinner, which nei... | don't see any point in that anyway." (Later, in the nursery, while he was having his supper, John said: "I think Mr Beaver's a very silly man, don't you?" "I'm sure I don't know," said nanny. "I think he's the silliest man who's ever been here." "Comparisons are odious." "There just isn't anything nice about him. He's ... | suffering a moment's real embarrassment. She even heard herself telling Beaver that his mother was one of her oldest friends. Tony returned in time for tea. He apologized for not being at home to greet his guest and almost immediately went out again to interview the agent in his study. Brenda asked about London and wha... | "Now you eat up your supper," said nanny.) * * * * * That evening before dinner Tony came up behind Brenda as she sat at her dressing table and made a face over her shoulder in the glass. "I feel rather guilty about Beaver--going off and leaving you like that. You were heavenly to him." She said, "Oh, it wasn't bad rea... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Oh, Beaver's all right," | Brenda | I feel awful about Beaver."<|quote|>"Oh, Beaver's all right,"</|quote|>said Brenda. But he was | back he said, "You know, I feel awful about Beaver."<|quote|>"Oh, Beaver's all right,"</|quote|>said Brenda. But he was far from being comfortable and | the door of Sir Galahad. "I hope you sleep well." "I'm sure I shall." "D'you like to be called in the morning?" "May I ring?" "Certainly. Got everything you want?" "Yes, thanks. Good night." "Good night." But when he got back he said, "You know, I feel awful about Beaver."<|quote|>"Oh, Beaver's all right,"</|quote|>sai... | Pigstanton to the Picture-drome, where there was a film Beaver had seen some months before. When they got back there was a grog tray and some sandwiches in the smoking-room. They talked about the film but Beaver did not let on that he had seen it. Tony took him to the door of Sir Galahad. "I hope you sleep well." "I'm ... | all like the look or feel of the bed; the springs were broken in the centre and it creaked ominously when he lay down to try it. The return ticket, third-class, had been eighteen shillings. Then there would be tips. Owing to Tony's feeling of guilt they had champagne for dinner, which neither he nor Brenda particularly... | (Later, in the nursery, while he was having his supper, John said: "I think Mr Beaver's a very silly man, don't you?" "I'm sure I don't know," said nanny. "I think he's the silliest man who's ever been here." "Comparisons are odious." "There just isn't anything nice about him. He's got a silly voice and a silly face, s... | heard herself telling Beaver that his mother was one of her oldest friends. Tony returned in time for tea. He apologized for not being at home to greet his guest and almost immediately went out again to interview the agent in his study. Brenda asked about London and what parties there were. Beaver was particularly know... | before dinner Tony came up behind Brenda as she sat at her dressing table and made a face over her shoulder in the glass. "I feel rather guilty about Beaver--going off and leaving you like that. You were heavenly to him." She said, "Oh, it wasn't bad really. He's rather pathetic." Farther down the passage Beaver examin... | A Handful Of Dust |
said Brenda. But he was far from being comfortable and as he rolled patiently about the bed in quest of a position in which it was possible to go to sleep, he reflected that, since he had no intention of coming to the house again, he would give the butler nothing and only five shillings to the footman who was looking a... | No speaker | Beaver." "Oh, Beaver's all right,"<|quote|>said Brenda. But he was far from being comfortable and as he rolled patiently about the bed in quest of a position in which it was possible to go to sleep, he reflected that, since he had no intention of coming to the house again, he would give the butler nothing and only five... | know, I feel awful about Beaver." "Oh, Beaver's all right,"<|quote|>said Brenda. But he was far from being comfortable and as he rolled patiently about the bed in quest of a position in which it was possible to go to sleep, he reflected that, since he had no intention of coming to the house again, he would give the but... | Galahad. "I hope you sleep well." "I'm sure I shall." "D'you like to be called in the morning?" "May I ring?" "Certainly. Got everything you want?" "Yes, thanks. Good night." "Good night." But when he got back he said, "You know, I feel awful about Beaver." "Oh, Beaver's all right,"<|quote|>said Brenda. But he was far ... | where there was a film Beaver had seen some months before. When they got back there was a grog tray and some sandwiches in the smoking-room. They talked about the film but Beaver did not let on that he had seen it. Tony took him to the door of Sir Galahad. "I hope you sleep well." "I'm sure I shall." "D'you like to be ... | or feel of the bed; the springs were broken in the centre and it creaked ominously when he lay down to try it. The return ticket, third-class, had been eighteen shillings. Then there would be tips. Owing to Tony's feeling of guilt they had champagne for dinner, which neither he nor Brenda particularly liked. Nor, as it... | while he was having his supper, John said: "I think Mr Beaver's a very silly man, don't you?" "I'm sure I don't know," said nanny. "I think he's the silliest man who's ever been here." "Comparisons are odious." "There just isn't anything nice about him. He's got a silly voice and a silly face, silly eyes and silly nose... | that his mother was one of her oldest friends. Tony returned in time for tea. He apologized for not being at home to greet his guest and almost immediately went out again to interview the agent in his study. Brenda asked about London and what parties there were. Beaver was particularly knowledgeable. "Polly Cockpurse i... | of an experienced guest. There was no reading lamp. The inkpot was dry. The fire had been lit but had gone out. The bathroom, he had already discovered, was a great distance away, up a flight of turret steps. He did not at all like the look or feel of the bed; the springs were broken in the centre and it creaked ominou... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I hope you slept all right?" | Tony Last | clearly looking out a train.<|quote|>"I hope you slept all right?"</|quote|>"Beautifully," said Beaver, though his | in his hands and was clearly looking out a train.<|quote|>"I hope you slept all right?"</|quote|>"Beautifully," said Beaver, though his wan expression did not confirm | the great hall at a quarter to eleven, he met Beaver already dressed and prepared to be entertained; it was only a momentary vexation, however, for while he wished him good morning he noticed that his guest had an _A.B.C._ in his hands and was clearly looking out a train.<|quote|>"I hope you slept all right?"</|quote|>... | an upright, God-fearing gentleman of the old school and Tony saw the joke, but this did not at all diminish the pleasure he derived from his weekly routine, or his annoyance when the presence of guests suspended it. For this reason his heart sank when, emerging from his study into the great hall at a quarter to eleven,... | a path across the fields which led to a side door in the walled garden; he visited the hothouses and picked himself a buttonhole, stopped by the gardeners' cottages for a few words (the smell of Sunday dinners rising warm and overpowering from the little doorways) and then, rather solemnly, drank a glass of sherry in t... | house again, he would give the butler nothing and only five shillings to the footman who was looking after him. Presently he adapted himself to the rugged topography of the mattress and dozed, fitfully, until morning. But the new day began dismally with the information that all the Sunday papers had already gone to her... | about him. He's got a silly voice and a silly face, silly eyes and silly nose," John's voice fell into a liturgical sing-song, "silly feet and silly toes, silly head and silly clothes..." "Now you eat up your supper," said nanny.) * * * * * That evening before dinner Tony came up behind Brenda as she sat at her dressin... | Beaver did not let on that he had seen it. Tony took him to the door of Sir Galahad. "I hope you sleep well." "I'm sure I shall." "D'you like to be called in the morning?" "May I ring?" "Certainly. Got everything you want?" "Yes, thanks. Good night." "Good night." But when he got back he said, "You know, I feel awful a... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Beautifully," | John Beaver | hope you slept all right?"<|quote|>"Beautifully,"</|quote|>said Beaver, though his wan | looking out a train. "I hope you slept all right?"<|quote|>"Beautifully,"</|quote|>said Beaver, though his wan expression did not confirm the | to eleven, he met Beaver already dressed and prepared to be entertained; it was only a momentary vexation, however, for while he wished him good morning he noticed that his guest had an _A.B.C._ in his hands and was clearly looking out a train. "I hope you slept all right?"<|quote|>"Beautifully,"</|quote|>said Beaver, ... | old school and Tony saw the joke, but this did not at all diminish the pleasure he derived from his weekly routine, or his annoyance when the presence of guests suspended it. For this reason his heart sank when, emerging from his study into the great hall at a quarter to eleven, he met Beaver already dressed and prepar... | led to a side door in the walled garden; he visited the hothouses and picked himself a buttonhole, stopped by the gardeners' cottages for a few words (the smell of Sunday dinners rising warm and overpowering from the little doorways) and then, rather solemnly, drank a glass of sherry in the library. That was the simple... | butler nothing and only five shillings to the footman who was looking after him. Presently he adapted himself to the rugged topography of the mattress and dozed, fitfully, until morning. But the new day began dismally with the information that all the Sunday papers had already gone to her ladyship's room. * * * * * Ton... | voice and a silly face, silly eyes and silly nose," John's voice fell into a liturgical sing-song, "silly feet and silly toes, silly head and silly clothes..." "Now you eat up your supper," said nanny.) * * * * * That evening before dinner Tony came up behind Brenda as she sat at her dressing table and made a face over... | and as he rolled patiently about the bed in quest of a position in which it was possible to go to sleep, he reflected that, since he had no intention of coming to the house again, he would give the butler nothing and only five shillings to the footman who was looking after him. Presently he adapted himself to the rugge... | A Handful Of Dust |
said Beaver, though his wan expression did not confirm the word. | No speaker | you slept all right?" "Beautifully,"<|quote|>said Beaver, though his wan expression did not confirm the word.</|quote|>"I'm so glad. I always | out a train. "I hope you slept all right?" "Beautifully,"<|quote|>said Beaver, though his wan expression did not confirm the word.</|quote|>"I'm so glad. I always sleep well here myself. I | eleven, he met Beaver already dressed and prepared to be entertained; it was only a momentary vexation, however, for while he wished him good morning he noticed that his guest had an _A.B.C._ in his hands and was clearly looking out a train. "I hope you slept all right?" "Beautifully,"<|quote|>said Beaver, though his w... | school and Tony saw the joke, but this did not at all diminish the pleasure he derived from his weekly routine, or his annoyance when the presence of guests suspended it. For this reason his heart sank when, emerging from his study into the great hall at a quarter to eleven, he met Beaver already dressed and prepared t... | to a side door in the walled garden; he visited the hothouses and picked himself a buttonhole, stopped by the gardeners' cottages for a few words (the smell of Sunday dinners rising warm and overpowering from the little doorways) and then, rather solemnly, drank a glass of sherry in the library. That was the simple, mi... | nothing and only five shillings to the footman who was looking after him. Presently he adapted himself to the rugged topography of the mattress and dozed, fitfully, until morning. But the new day began dismally with the information that all the Sunday papers had already gone to her ladyship's room. * * * * * Tony invar... | and a silly face, silly eyes and silly nose," John's voice fell into a liturgical sing-song, "silly feet and silly toes, silly head and silly clothes..." "Now you eat up your supper," said nanny.) * * * * * That evening before dinner Tony came up behind Brenda as she sat at her dressing table and made a face over her s... | been laid there; Tony had it in mind to revive the practice next winter. On Christmas Day and Harvest Thanksgiving Tony read the lessons from the back of the brass eagle. When service was over he stood for a few minutes at the porch chatting affably with the vicar's sister and the people from the village. Then he retur... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I'm so glad. I always sleep well here myself. I say, I don't like the look of that train guide. I hope you weren't thinking of leaving us yet?" | Tony Last | did not confirm the word.<|quote|>"I'm so glad. I always sleep well here myself. I say, I don't like the look of that train guide. I hope you weren't thinking of leaving us yet?"</|quote|>"Alas, I've got to get | Beaver, though his wan expression did not confirm the word.<|quote|>"I'm so glad. I always sleep well here myself. I say, I don't like the look of that train guide. I hope you weren't thinking of leaving us yet?"</|quote|>"Alas, I've got to get up to-night, I'm afraid." "Too | it was only a momentary vexation, however, for while he wished him good morning he noticed that his guest had an _A.B.C._ in his hands and was clearly looking out a train. "I hope you slept all right?" "Beautifully," said Beaver, though his wan expression did not confirm the word.<|quote|>"I'm so glad. I always sleep w... | all diminish the pleasure he derived from his weekly routine, or his annoyance when the presence of guests suspended it. For this reason his heart sank when, emerging from his study into the great hall at a quarter to eleven, he met Beaver already dressed and prepared to be entertained; it was only a momentary vexation... | hothouses and picked himself a buttonhole, stopped by the gardeners' cottages for a few words (the smell of Sunday dinners rising warm and overpowering from the little doorways) and then, rather solemnly, drank a glass of sherry in the library. That was the simple, mildly ceremonious order of his Sunday morning, which ... | after him. Presently he adapted himself to the rugged topography of the mattress and dozed, fitfully, until morning. But the new day began dismally with the information that all the Sunday papers had already gone to her ladyship's room. * * * * * Tony invariably wore a dark suit on Sundays and a stiff white collar. He ... | fell into a liturgical sing-song, "silly feet and silly toes, silly head and silly clothes..." "Now you eat up your supper," said nanny.) * * * * * That evening before dinner Tony came up behind Brenda as she sat at her dressing table and made a face over her shoulder in the glass. "I feel rather guilty about Beaver--g... | been laid there; Tony had it in mind to revive the practice next winter. On Christmas Day and Harvest Thanksgiving Tony read the lessons from the back of the brass eagle. When service was over he stood for a few minutes at the porch chatting affably with the vicar's sister and the people from the village. Then he retur... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Alas, I've got to get up to-night, I'm afraid." | John Beaver | thinking of leaving us yet?"<|quote|>"Alas, I've got to get up to-night, I'm afraid."</|quote|>"Too bad. I've hardly seen | guide. I hope you weren't thinking of leaving us yet?"<|quote|>"Alas, I've got to get up to-night, I'm afraid."</|quote|>"Too bad. I've hardly seen you. The trains aren't very | out a train. "I hope you slept all right?" "Beautifully," said Beaver, though his wan expression did not confirm the word. "I'm so glad. I always sleep well here myself. I say, I don't like the look of that train guide. I hope you weren't thinking of leaving us yet?"<|quote|>"Alas, I've got to get up to-night, I'm afra... | his study into the great hall at a quarter to eleven, he met Beaver already dressed and prepared to be entertained; it was only a momentary vexation, however, for while he wished him good morning he noticed that his guest had an _A.B.C._ in his hands and was clearly looking out a train. "I hope you slept all right?" "B... | then, rather solemnly, drank a glass of sherry in the library. That was the simple, mildly ceremonious order of his Sunday morning, which had evolved, more or less spontaneously, from the more severe practices of his parents; he adhered to it with great satisfaction. Brenda teased him whenever she caught him posing as ... | the Sunday papers had already gone to her ladyship's room. * * * * * Tony invariably wore a dark suit on Sundays and a stiff white collar. He went to church, where he sat in a large pitch-pine pew, put in by his great-grandfather at the time of rebuilding the house, furnished with very high crimson hassocks and a firep... | evening before dinner Tony came up behind Brenda as she sat at her dressing table and made a face over her shoulder in the glass. "I feel rather guilty about Beaver--going off and leaving you like that. You were heavenly to him." She said, "Oh, it wasn't bad really. He's rather pathetic." Farther down the passage Beave... | for a few minutes at the porch chatting affably with the vicar's sister and the people from the village. Then he returned home by a path across the fields which led to a side door in the walled garden; he visited the hothouses and picked himself a buttonhole, stopped by the gardeners' cottages for a few words (the smel... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Too bad. I've hardly seen you. The trains aren't very good on Sundays. The best leaves at five-forty-five and gets up about nine. It stops a lot and there's no restaurant car." | Tony Last | get up to-night, I'm afraid."<|quote|>"Too bad. I've hardly seen you. The trains aren't very good on Sundays. The best leaves at five-forty-five and gets up about nine. It stops a lot and there's no restaurant car."</|quote|>"That'll do fine." "Sure you | yet?" "Alas, I've got to get up to-night, I'm afraid."<|quote|>"Too bad. I've hardly seen you. The trains aren't very good on Sundays. The best leaves at five-forty-five and gets up about nine. It stops a lot and there's no restaurant car."</|quote|>"That'll do fine." "Sure you can't stay until to-morrow?" "Quite | "Beautifully," said Beaver, though his wan expression did not confirm the word. "I'm so glad. I always sleep well here myself. I say, I don't like the look of that train guide. I hope you weren't thinking of leaving us yet?" "Alas, I've got to get up to-night, I'm afraid."<|quote|>"Too bad. I've hardly seen you. The tr... | to eleven, he met Beaver already dressed and prepared to be entertained; it was only a momentary vexation, however, for while he wished him good morning he noticed that his guest had an _A.B.C._ in his hands and was clearly looking out a train. "I hope you slept all right?" "Beautifully," said Beaver, though his wan ex... | the library. That was the simple, mildly ceremonious order of his Sunday morning, which had evolved, more or less spontaneously, from the more severe practices of his parents; he adhered to it with great satisfaction. Brenda teased him whenever she caught him posing as an upright, God-fearing gentleman of the old schoo... | room. * * * * * Tony invariably wore a dark suit on Sundays and a stiff white collar. He went to church, where he sat in a large pitch-pine pew, put in by his great-grandfather at the time of rebuilding the house, furnished with very high crimson hassocks and a fireplace, complete with iron grate and a little poker whi... | she sat at her dressing table and made a face over her shoulder in the glass. "I feel rather guilty about Beaver--going off and leaving you like that. You were heavenly to him." She said, "Oh, it wasn't bad really. He's rather pathetic." Farther down the passage Beaver examined his room, with the care of an experienced... | furnished with very high crimson hassocks and a fireplace, complete with iron grate and a little poker which his father used to rattle when any point in the sermon excited his disapproval. Since his father's day a fire had not been laid there; Tony had it in mind to revive the practice next winter. On Christmas Day and... | A Handful Of Dust |
"That'll do fine." | John Beaver | and there's no restaurant car."<|quote|>"That'll do fine."</|quote|>"Sure you can't stay until | nine. It stops a lot and there's no restaurant car."<|quote|>"That'll do fine."</|quote|>"Sure you can't stay until to-morrow?" "Quite sure." The church | I hope you weren't thinking of leaving us yet?" "Alas, I've got to get up to-night, I'm afraid." "Too bad. I've hardly seen you. The trains aren't very good on Sundays. The best leaves at five-forty-five and gets up about nine. It stops a lot and there's no restaurant car."<|quote|>"That'll do fine."</|quote|>"Sure you... | an _A.B.C._ in his hands and was clearly looking out a train. "I hope you slept all right?" "Beautifully," said Beaver, though his wan expression did not confirm the word. "I'm so glad. I always sleep well here myself. I say, I don't like the look of that train guide. I hope you weren't thinking of leaving us yet?" "Al... | with great satisfaction. Brenda teased him whenever she caught him posing as an upright, God-fearing gentleman of the old school and Tony saw the joke, but this did not at all diminish the pleasure he derived from his weekly routine, or his annoyance when the presence of guests suspended it. For this reason his heart s... | in by his great-grandfather at the time of rebuilding the house, furnished with very high crimson hassocks and a fireplace, complete with iron grate and a little poker which his father used to rattle when any point in the sermon excited his disapproval. Since his father's day a fire had not been laid there; Tony had it... | him." She said, "Oh, it wasn't bad really. He's rather pathetic." Farther down the passage Beaver examined his room, with the care of an experienced guest. There was no reading lamp. The inkpot was dry. The fire had been lit but had gone out. The bathroom, he had already discovered, was a great distance away, up a flig... | to be called in the morning?" "May I ring?" "Certainly. Got everything you want?" "Yes, thanks. Good night." "Good night." But when he got back he said, "You know, I feel awful about Beaver." "Oh, Beaver's all right," said Brenda. But he was far from being comfortable and as he rolled patiently about the bed in quest o... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Sure you can't stay until to-morrow?" | Tony Last | restaurant car." "That'll do fine."<|quote|>"Sure you can't stay until to-morrow?"</|quote|>"Quite sure." The church bells | a lot and there's no restaurant car." "That'll do fine."<|quote|>"Sure you can't stay until to-morrow?"</|quote|>"Quite sure." The church bells were ringing across the park. | weren't thinking of leaving us yet?" "Alas, I've got to get up to-night, I'm afraid." "Too bad. I've hardly seen you. The trains aren't very good on Sundays. The best leaves at five-forty-five and gets up about nine. It stops a lot and there's no restaurant car." "That'll do fine."<|quote|>"Sure you can't stay until to... | his hands and was clearly looking out a train. "I hope you slept all right?" "Beautifully," said Beaver, though his wan expression did not confirm the word. "I'm so glad. I always sleep well here myself. I say, I don't like the look of that train guide. I hope you weren't thinking of leaving us yet?" "Alas, I've got to... | Brenda teased him whenever she caught him posing as an upright, God-fearing gentleman of the old school and Tony saw the joke, but this did not at all diminish the pleasure he derived from his weekly routine, or his annoyance when the presence of guests suspended it. For this reason his heart sank when, emerging from h... | great-grandfather at the time of rebuilding the house, furnished with very high crimson hassocks and a fireplace, complete with iron grate and a little poker which his father used to rattle when any point in the sermon excited his disapproval. Since his father's day a fire had not been laid there; Tony had it in mind t... | "Oh, it wasn't bad really. He's rather pathetic." Farther down the passage Beaver examined his room, with the care of an experienced guest. There was no reading lamp. The inkpot was dry. The fire had been lit but had gone out. The bathroom, he had already discovered, was a great distance away, up a flight of turret ste... | and then, rather solemnly, drank a glass of sherry in the library. That was the simple, mildly ceremonious order of his Sunday morning, which had evolved, more or less spontaneously, from the more severe practices of his parents; he adhered to it with great satisfaction. Brenda teased him whenever she caught him posing... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Quite sure." | John Beaver | you can't stay until to-morrow?"<|quote|>"Quite sure."</|quote|>The church bells were ringing | car." "That'll do fine." "Sure you can't stay until to-morrow?"<|quote|>"Quite sure."</|quote|>The church bells were ringing across the park. "Well, I'm | "Alas, I've got to get up to-night, I'm afraid." "Too bad. I've hardly seen you. The trains aren't very good on Sundays. The best leaves at five-forty-five and gets up about nine. It stops a lot and there's no restaurant car." "That'll do fine." "Sure you can't stay until to-morrow?"<|quote|>"Quite sure."</|quote|>The ... | out a train. "I hope you slept all right?" "Beautifully," said Beaver, though his wan expression did not confirm the word. "I'm so glad. I always sleep well here myself. I say, I don't like the look of that train guide. I hope you weren't thinking of leaving us yet?" "Alas, I've got to get up to-night, I'm afraid." "To... | him posing as an upright, God-fearing gentleman of the old school and Tony saw the joke, but this did not at all diminish the pleasure he derived from his weekly routine, or his annoyance when the presence of guests suspended it. For this reason his heart sank when, emerging from his study into the great hall at a quar... | the house, furnished with very high crimson hassocks and a fireplace, complete with iron grate and a little poker which his father used to rattle when any point in the sermon excited his disapproval. Since his father's day a fire had not been laid there; Tony had it in mind to revive the practice next winter. On Christ... | rather pathetic." Farther down the passage Beaver examined his room, with the care of an experienced guest. There was no reading lamp. The inkpot was dry. The fire had been lit but had gone out. The bathroom, he had already discovered, was a great distance away, up a flight of turret steps. He did not at all like the l... | to revive the practice next winter. On Christmas Day and Harvest Thanksgiving Tony read the lessons from the back of the brass eagle. When service was over he stood for a few minutes at the porch chatting affably with the vicar's sister and the people from the village. Then he returned home by a path across the fields ... | A Handful Of Dust |
The church bells were ringing across the park. | No speaker | stay until to-morrow?" "Quite sure."<|quote|>The church bells were ringing across the park.</|quote|>"Well, I'm just off to | do fine." "Sure you can't stay until to-morrow?" "Quite sure."<|quote|>The church bells were ringing across the park.</|quote|>"Well, I'm just off to church. I don't suppose you'd | got to get up to-night, I'm afraid." "Too bad. I've hardly seen you. The trains aren't very good on Sundays. The best leaves at five-forty-five and gets up about nine. It stops a lot and there's no restaurant car." "That'll do fine." "Sure you can't stay until to-morrow?" "Quite sure."<|quote|>The church bells were rin... | train. "I hope you slept all right?" "Beautifully," said Beaver, though his wan expression did not confirm the word. "I'm so glad. I always sleep well here myself. I say, I don't like the look of that train guide. I hope you weren't thinking of leaving us yet?" "Alas, I've got to get up to-night, I'm afraid." "Too bad.... | as an upright, God-fearing gentleman of the old school and Tony saw the joke, but this did not at all diminish the pleasure he derived from his weekly routine, or his annoyance when the presence of guests suspended it. For this reason his heart sank when, emerging from his study into the great hall at a quarter to elev... | furnished with very high crimson hassocks and a fireplace, complete with iron grate and a little poker which his father used to rattle when any point in the sermon excited his disapproval. Since his father's day a fire had not been laid there; Tony had it in mind to revive the practice next winter. On Christmas Day and... | Farther down the passage Beaver examined his room, with the care of an experienced guest. There was no reading lamp. The inkpot was dry. The fire had been lit but had gone out. The bathroom, he had already discovered, was a great distance away, up a flight of turret steps. He did not at all like the look or feel of the... | and picked himself a buttonhole, stopped by the gardeners' cottages for a few words (the smell of Sunday dinners rising warm and overpowering from the little doorways) and then, rather solemnly, drank a glass of sherry in the library. That was the simple, mildly ceremonious order of his Sunday morning, which had evolve... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Well, I'm just off to church. I don't suppose you'd care to come." | Tony Last | were ringing across the park.<|quote|>"Well, I'm just off to church. I don't suppose you'd care to come."</|quote|>Beaver always did what was | "Quite sure." The church bells were ringing across the park.<|quote|>"Well, I'm just off to church. I don't suppose you'd care to come."</|quote|>Beaver always did what was expected of him when he | bad. I've hardly seen you. The trains aren't very good on Sundays. The best leaves at five-forty-five and gets up about nine. It stops a lot and there's no restaurant car." "That'll do fine." "Sure you can't stay until to-morrow?" "Quite sure." The church bells were ringing across the park.<|quote|>"Well, I'm just off ... | said Beaver, though his wan expression did not confirm the word. "I'm so glad. I always sleep well here myself. I say, I don't like the look of that train guide. I hope you weren't thinking of leaving us yet?" "Alas, I've got to get up to-night, I'm afraid." "Too bad. I've hardly seen you. The trains aren't very good o... | school and Tony saw the joke, but this did not at all diminish the pleasure he derived from his weekly routine, or his annoyance when the presence of guests suspended it. For this reason his heart sank when, emerging from his study into the great hall at a quarter to eleven, he met Beaver already dressed and prepared t... | fireplace, complete with iron grate and a little poker which his father used to rattle when any point in the sermon excited his disapproval. Since his father's day a fire had not been laid there; Tony had it in mind to revive the practice next winter. On Christmas Day and Harvest Thanksgiving Tony read the lessons from... | with the care of an experienced guest. There was no reading lamp. The inkpot was dry. The fire had been lit but had gone out. The bathroom, he had already discovered, was a great distance away, up a flight of turret steps. He did not at all like the look or feel of the bed; the springs were broken in the centre and it ... | day a fire had not been laid there; Tony had it in mind to revive the practice next winter. On Christmas Day and Harvest Thanksgiving Tony read the lessons from the back of the brass eagle. When service was over he stood for a few minutes at the porch chatting affably with the vicar's sister and the people from the vil... | A Handful Of Dust |
Beaver always did what was expected of him when he was staying away, even on a visit as unsatisfactory as the present one. | No speaker | suppose you'd care to come."<|quote|>Beaver always did what was expected of him when he was staying away, even on a visit as unsatisfactory as the present one.</|quote|>"Oh yes, I should like | off to church. I don't suppose you'd care to come."<|quote|>Beaver always did what was expected of him when he was staying away, even on a visit as unsatisfactory as the present one.</|quote|>"Oh yes, I should like to very much." "No, really, | best leaves at five-forty-five and gets up about nine. It stops a lot and there's no restaurant car." "That'll do fine." "Sure you can't stay until to-morrow?" "Quite sure." The church bells were ringing across the park. "Well, I'm just off to church. I don't suppose you'd care to come."<|quote|>Beaver always did what ... | glad. I always sleep well here myself. I say, I don't like the look of that train guide. I hope you weren't thinking of leaving us yet?" "Alas, I've got to get up to-night, I'm afraid." "Too bad. I've hardly seen you. The trains aren't very good on Sundays. The best leaves at five-forty-five and gets up about nine. It ... | the pleasure he derived from his weekly routine, or his annoyance when the presence of guests suspended it. For this reason his heart sank when, emerging from his study into the great hall at a quarter to eleven, he met Beaver already dressed and prepared to be entertained; it was only a momentary vexation, however, fo... | to rattle when any point in the sermon excited his disapproval. Since his father's day a fire had not been laid there; Tony had it in mind to revive the practice next winter. On Christmas Day and Harvest Thanksgiving Tony read the lessons from the back of the brass eagle. When service was over he stood for a few minute... | inkpot was dry. The fire had been lit but had gone out. The bathroom, he had already discovered, was a great distance away, up a flight of turret steps. He did not at all like the look or feel of the bed; the springs were broken in the centre and it creaked ominously when he lay down to try it. The return ticket, third... | in which it was possible to go to sleep, he reflected that, since he had no intention of coming to the house again, he would give the butler nothing and only five shillings to the footman who was looking after him. Presently he adapted himself to the rugged topography of the mattress and dozed, fitfully, until morning.... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Oh yes, I should like to very much." | John Beaver | unsatisfactory as the present one.<|quote|>"Oh yes, I should like to very much."</|quote|>"No, really, I shouldn't if | even on a visit as unsatisfactory as the present one.<|quote|>"Oh yes, I should like to very much."</|quote|>"No, really, I shouldn't if I were you. You wouldn't | can't stay until to-morrow?" "Quite sure." The church bells were ringing across the park. "Well, I'm just off to church. I don't suppose you'd care to come." Beaver always did what was expected of him when he was staying away, even on a visit as unsatisfactory as the present one.<|quote|>"Oh yes, I should like to very ... | of leaving us yet?" "Alas, I've got to get up to-night, I'm afraid." "Too bad. I've hardly seen you. The trains aren't very good on Sundays. The best leaves at five-forty-five and gets up about nine. It stops a lot and there's no restaurant car." "That'll do fine." "Sure you can't stay until to-morrow?" "Quite sure." T... | sank when, emerging from his study into the great hall at a quarter to eleven, he met Beaver already dressed and prepared to be entertained; it was only a momentary vexation, however, for while he wished him good morning he noticed that his guest had an _A.B.C._ in his hands and was clearly looking out a train. "I hope... | had it in mind to revive the practice next winter. On Christmas Day and Harvest Thanksgiving Tony read the lessons from the back of the brass eagle. When service was over he stood for a few minutes at the porch chatting affably with the vicar's sister and the people from the village. Then he returned home by a path acr... | up a flight of turret steps. He did not at all like the look or feel of the bed; the springs were broken in the centre and it creaked ominously when he lay down to try it. The return ticket, third-class, had been eighteen shillings. Then there would be tips. Owing to Tony's feeling of guilt they had champagne for dinne... | had no intention of coming to the house again, he would give the butler nothing and only five shillings to the footman who was looking after him. Presently he adapted himself to the rugged topography of the mattress and dozed, fitfully, until morning. But the new day began dismally with the information that all the Sun... | A Handful Of Dust |
"No, really, I shouldn't if I were you. You wouldn't enjoy it. I only go because I more or less have to. You stay here. Brenda will be down directly. Ring for a drink when you feel like it." | Tony Last | should like to very much."<|quote|>"No, really, I shouldn't if I were you. You wouldn't enjoy it. I only go because I more or less have to. You stay here. Brenda will be down directly. Ring for a drink when you feel like it."</|quote|>"Oh, all right." "See you | present one. "Oh yes, I should like to very much."<|quote|>"No, really, I shouldn't if I were you. You wouldn't enjoy it. I only go because I more or less have to. You stay here. Brenda will be down directly. Ring for a drink when you feel like it."</|quote|>"Oh, all right." "See you later then." Tony took his | bells were ringing across the park. "Well, I'm just off to church. I don't suppose you'd care to come." Beaver always did what was expected of him when he was staying away, even on a visit as unsatisfactory as the present one. "Oh yes, I should like to very much."<|quote|>"No, really, I shouldn't if I were you. You wou... | get up to-night, I'm afraid." "Too bad. I've hardly seen you. The trains aren't very good on Sundays. The best leaves at five-forty-five and gets up about nine. It stops a lot and there's no restaurant car." "That'll do fine." "Sure you can't stay until to-morrow?" "Quite sure." The church bells were ringing across the... | great hall at a quarter to eleven, he met Beaver already dressed and prepared to be entertained; it was only a momentary vexation, however, for while he wished him good morning he noticed that his guest had an _A.B.C._ in his hands and was clearly looking out a train. "I hope you slept all right?" "Beautifully," said B... | next winter. On Christmas Day and Harvest Thanksgiving Tony read the lessons from the back of the brass eagle. When service was over he stood for a few minutes at the porch chatting affably with the vicar's sister and the people from the village. Then he returned home by a path across the fields which led to a side doo... | not at all like the look or feel of the bed; the springs were broken in the centre and it creaked ominously when he lay down to try it. The return ticket, third-class, had been eighteen shillings. Then there would be tips. Owing to Tony's feeling of guilt they had champagne for dinner, which neither he nor Brenda parti... | Since his father's day a fire had not been laid there; Tony had it in mind to revive the practice next winter. On Christmas Day and Harvest Thanksgiving Tony read the lessons from the back of the brass eagle. When service was over he stood for a few minutes at the porch chatting affably with the vicar's sister and the ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Oh, all right." | John Beaver | when you feel like it."<|quote|>"Oh, all right."</|quote|>"See you later then." Tony | directly. Ring for a drink when you feel like it."<|quote|>"Oh, all right."</|quote|>"See you later then." Tony took his hat and stick | the present one. "Oh yes, I should like to very much." "No, really, I shouldn't if I were you. You wouldn't enjoy it. I only go because I more or less have to. You stay here. Brenda will be down directly. Ring for a drink when you feel like it."<|quote|>"Oh, all right."</|quote|>"See you later then." Tony took his hat ... | fine." "Sure you can't stay until to-morrow?" "Quite sure." The church bells were ringing across the park. "Well, I'm just off to church. I don't suppose you'd care to come." Beaver always did what was expected of him when he was staying away, even on a visit as unsatisfactory as the present one. "Oh yes, I should like... | in his hands and was clearly looking out a train. "I hope you slept all right?" "Beautifully," said Beaver, though his wan expression did not confirm the word. "I'm so glad. I always sleep well here myself. I say, I don't like the look of that train guide. I hope you weren't thinking of leaving us yet?" "Alas, I've got... | the people from the village. Then he returned home by a path across the fields which led to a side door in the walled garden; he visited the hothouses and picked himself a buttonhole, stopped by the gardeners' cottages for a few words (the smell of Sunday dinners rising warm and overpowering from the little doorways) a... | would be tips. Owing to Tony's feeling of guilt they had champagne for dinner, which neither he nor Brenda particularly liked. Nor, as it happened, did Beaver, but he was glad that it was there. It was decanted into a tall jug and was carried round the little table, between the three of them, as a pledge of hospitality... | guests suspended it. For this reason his heart sank when, emerging from his study into the great hall at a quarter to eleven, he met Beaver already dressed and prepared to be entertained; it was only a momentary vexation, however, for while he wished him good morning he noticed that his guest had an _A.B.C._ in his han... | A Handful Of Dust |
"See you later then." | Tony Last | like it." "Oh, all right."<|quote|>"See you later then."</|quote|>Tony took his hat and | a drink when you feel like it." "Oh, all right."<|quote|>"See you later then."</|quote|>Tony took his hat and stick from the lobby and | "Oh yes, I should like to very much." "No, really, I shouldn't if I were you. You wouldn't enjoy it. I only go because I more or less have to. You stay here. Brenda will be down directly. Ring for a drink when you feel like it." "Oh, all right."<|quote|>"See you later then."</|quote|>Tony took his hat and stick from th... | can't stay until to-morrow?" "Quite sure." The church bells were ringing across the park. "Well, I'm just off to church. I don't suppose you'd care to come." Beaver always did what was expected of him when he was staying away, even on a visit as unsatisfactory as the present one. "Oh yes, I should like to very much." "... | and was clearly looking out a train. "I hope you slept all right?" "Beautifully," said Beaver, though his wan expression did not confirm the word. "I'm so glad. I always sleep well here myself. I say, I don't like the look of that train guide. I hope you weren't thinking of leaving us yet?" "Alas, I've got to get up to... | the village. Then he returned home by a path across the fields which led to a side door in the walled garden; he visited the hothouses and picked himself a buttonhole, stopped by the gardeners' cottages for a few words (the smell of Sunday dinners rising warm and overpowering from the little doorways) and then, rather ... | Owing to Tony's feeling of guilt they had champagne for dinner, which neither he nor Brenda particularly liked. Nor, as it happened, did Beaver, but he was glad that it was there. It was decanted into a tall jug and was carried round the little table, between the three of them, as a pledge of hospitality. Afterwards th... | which had evolved, more or less spontaneously, from the more severe practices of his parents; he adhered to it with great satisfaction. Brenda teased him whenever she caught him posing as an upright, God-fearing gentleman of the old school and Tony saw the joke, but this did not at all diminish the pleasure he derived ... | A Handful Of Dust |
Tony took his hat and stick from the lobby and let himself out. "Now I've behaved inhospitably to that young man again," he reflected. The bells were clear and clamorous in the drive and Tony walked briskly towards them. Presently they ceased and gave place to a single note, warning the village that there was only five... | No speaker | right." "See you later then."<|quote|>Tony took his hat and stick from the lobby and let himself out. "Now I've behaved inhospitably to that young man again," he reflected. The bells were clear and clamorous in the drive and Tony walked briskly towards them. Presently they ceased and gave place to a single note, warnin... | feel like it." "Oh, all right." "See you later then."<|quote|>Tony took his hat and stick from the lobby and let himself out. "Now I've behaved inhospitably to that young man again," he reflected. The bells were clear and clamorous in the drive and Tony walked briskly towards them. Presently they ceased and gave place ... | like to very much." "No, really, I shouldn't if I were you. You wouldn't enjoy it. I only go because I more or less have to. You stay here. Brenda will be down directly. Ring for a drink when you feel like it." "Oh, all right." "See you later then."<|quote|>Tony took his hat and stick from the lobby and let himself out... | "Quite sure." The church bells were ringing across the park. "Well, I'm just off to church. I don't suppose you'd care to come." Beaver always did what was expected of him when he was staying away, even on a visit as unsatisfactory as the present one. "Oh yes, I should like to very much." "No, really, I shouldn't if I ... | out a train. "I hope you slept all right?" "Beautifully," said Beaver, though his wan expression did not confirm the word. "I'm so glad. I always sleep well here myself. I say, I don't like the look of that train guide. I hope you weren't thinking of leaving us yet?" "Alas, I've got to get up to-night, I'm afraid." "To... | returned home by a path across the fields which led to a side door in the walled garden; he visited the hothouses and picked himself a buttonhole, stopped by the gardeners' cottages for a few words (the smell of Sunday dinners rising warm and overpowering from the little doorways) and then, rather solemnly, drank a gla... | of guilt they had champagne for dinner, which neither he nor Brenda particularly liked. Nor, as it happened, did Beaver, but he was glad that it was there. It was decanted into a tall jug and was carried round the little table, between the three of them, as a pledge of hospitality. Afterwards they drove into Pigstanton... | upright, God-fearing gentleman of the old school and Tony saw the joke, but this did not at all diminish the pleasure he derived from his weekly routine, or his annoyance when the presence of guests suspended it. For this reason his heart sank when, emerging from his study into the great hall at a quarter to eleven, he... | A Handful Of Dust |
"How very sad." | Tony Last | At the end, Tony said,<|quote|>"How very sad."</|quote|>"Well, _I_ thought it was | keep pace with his father. At the end, Tony said,<|quote|>"How very sad."</|quote|>"Well, _I_ thought it was sad too, but it isn't. | introduction, embarked upon a story which lasted them all the way to the church door; it dealt with the mule Peppermint who had drunk the company's rum ration, near Wipers in 1917; it was told breathlessly, as John trotted to keep pace with his father. At the end, Tony said,<|quote|>"How very sad."</|quote|>"Well, _I_ ... | note, warning the village that there was only five minutes to go before the organist started the first hymn. He caught up nanny and John, also on their way to church. John was in one of his rare, confidential moods; he put his small gloved hand into Tony's and, without introduction, embarked upon a story which lasted t... | I should like to very much." "No, really, I shouldn't if I were you. You wouldn't enjoy it. I only go because I more or less have to. You stay here. Brenda will be down directly. Ring for a drink when you feel like it." "Oh, all right." "See you later then." Tony took his hat and stick from the lobby and let himself ou... | emerging from his study into the great hall at a quarter to eleven, he met Beaver already dressed and prepared to be entertained; it was only a momentary vexation, however, for while he wished him good morning he noticed that his guest had an _A.B.C._ in his hands and was clearly looking out a train. "I hope you slept ... | said, "You know, I feel awful about Beaver." "Oh, Beaver's all right," said Brenda. But he was far from being comfortable and as he rolled patiently about the bed in quest of a position in which it was possible to go to sleep, he reflected that, since he had no intention of coming to the house again, he would give the ... | away, even on a visit as unsatisfactory as the present one. "Oh yes, I should like to very much." "No, really, I shouldn't if I were you. You wouldn't enjoy it. I only go because I more or less have to. You stay here. Brenda will be down directly. Ring for a drink when you feel like it." "Oh, all right." "See you later... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Well, _I_ thought it was sad too, but it isn't. Ben said it made him laugh fit to bust his pants." | John Andrew | Tony said, "How very sad."<|quote|>"Well, _I_ thought it was sad too, but it isn't. Ben said it made him laugh fit to bust his pants."</|quote|>The bell had stopped and | his father. At the end, Tony said, "How very sad."<|quote|>"Well, _I_ thought it was sad too, but it isn't. Ben said it made him laugh fit to bust his pants."</|quote|>The bell had stopped and the organist was watching from | a story which lasted them all the way to the church door; it dealt with the mule Peppermint who had drunk the company's rum ration, near Wipers in 1917; it was told breathlessly, as John trotted to keep pace with his father. At the end, Tony said, "How very sad."<|quote|>"Well, _I_ thought it was sad too, but it isn't.... | village that there was only five minutes to go before the organist started the first hymn. He caught up nanny and John, also on their way to church. John was in one of his rare, confidential moods; he put his small gloved hand into Tony's and, without introduction, embarked upon a story which lasted them all the way to... | to very much." "No, really, I shouldn't if I were you. You wouldn't enjoy it. I only go because I more or less have to. You stay here. Brenda will be down directly. Ring for a drink when you feel like it." "Oh, all right." "See you later then." Tony took his hat and stick from the lobby and let himself out. "Now I've b... | study into the great hall at a quarter to eleven, he met Beaver already dressed and prepared to be entertained; it was only a momentary vexation, however, for while he wished him good morning he noticed that his guest had an _A.B.C._ in his hands and was clearly looking out a train. "I hope you slept all right?" "Beaut... | I feel awful about Beaver." "Oh, Beaver's all right," said Brenda. But he was far from being comfortable and as he rolled patiently about the bed in quest of a position in which it was possible to go to sleep, he reflected that, since he had no intention of coming to the house again, he would give the butler nothing an... | I've hardly seen you. The trains aren't very good on Sundays. The best leaves at five-forty-five and gets up about nine. It stops a lot and there's no restaurant car." "That'll do fine." "Sure you can't stay until to-morrow?" "Quite sure." The church bells were ringing across the park. "Well, I'm just off to church. I ... | A Handful Of Dust |
The bell had stopped and the organist was watching from behind his curtain for Tony's arrival. He walked ahead up the aisle, nanny and John following. In the pew he occupied one of the armchairs; they sat on the bench at his back. He leant forward for half a minute with his forehead on his hand, and as he sat back, the... | No speaker | fit to bust his pants."<|quote|>The bell had stopped and the organist was watching from behind his curtain for Tony's arrival. He walked ahead up the aisle, nanny and John following. In the pew he occupied one of the armchairs; they sat on the bench at his back. He leant forward for half a minute with his forehead on h... | said it made him laugh fit to bust his pants."<|quote|>The bell had stopped and the organist was watching from behind his curtain for Tony's arrival. He walked ahead up the aisle, nanny and John following. In the pew he occupied one of the armchairs; they sat on the bench at his back. He leant forward for half a minute... | the company's rum ration, near Wipers in 1917; it was told breathlessly, as John trotted to keep pace with his father. At the end, Tony said, "How very sad." "Well, _I_ thought it was sad too, but it isn't. Ben said it made him laugh fit to bust his pants."<|quote|>The bell had stopped and the organist was watching fro... | John, also on their way to church. John was in one of his rare, confidential moods; he put his small gloved hand into Tony's and, without introduction, embarked upon a story which lasted them all the way to the church door; it dealt with the mule Peppermint who had drunk the company's rum ration, near Wipers in 1917; i... | or less have to. You stay here. Brenda will be down directly. Ring for a drink when you feel like it." "Oh, all right." "See you later then." Tony took his hat and stick from the lobby and let himself out. "Now I've behaved inhospitably to that young man again," he reflected. The bells were clear and clamorous in the d... | was only a momentary vexation, however, for while he wished him good morning he noticed that his guest had an _A.B.C._ in his hands and was clearly looking out a train. "I hope you slept all right?" "Beautifully," said Beaver, though his wan expression did not confirm the word. "I'm so glad. I always sleep well here my... | rolled patiently about the bed in quest of a position in which it was possible to go to sleep, he reflected that, since he had no intention of coming to the house again, he would give the butler nothing and only five shillings to the footman who was looking after him. Presently he adapted himself to the rugged topograp... | a few minutes at the porch chatting affably with the vicar's sister and the people from the village. Then he returned home by a path across the fields which led to a side door in the walled garden; he visited the hothouses and picked himself a buttonhole, stopped by the gardeners' cottages for a few words (the smell of... | A Handful Of Dust |
"...And so as we stand here bareheaded at this solemn hour of the week," | The Vicar | and feeling for their umbrellas.<|quote|>"...And so as we stand here bareheaded at this solemn hour of the week,"</|quote|>he read, his powerful old | to be dusting their knees and feeling for their umbrellas.<|quote|>"...And so as we stand here bareheaded at this solemn hour of the week,"</|quote|>he read, his powerful old voice swelling up for peroration, | in any way surprising. Few of the things said in church seemed to have any particular reference to themselves. They enjoyed their vicar's sermons very much and they knew that when he began about their distant homes, it was time to be dusting their knees and feeling for their umbrellas.<|quote|>"...And so as we stand he... | His sermons had been composed in his more active days for delivery at the garrison chapel; he had done nothing to adapt them to the changed conditions of his ministry and they mostly concluded with some reference to homes and dear ones far away. The villagers did not find this in any way surprising. Few of the things s... | that morning he occupied himself with the question of bathrooms and lavatories, and of how more of them could best be introduced without disturbing the character of his house. The village postmaster took round the collecting bag. Tony put in his half-crown; John and nanny their pennies. The vicar climbed, with some eff... | it dealt with the mule Peppermint who had drunk the company's rum ration, near Wipers in 1917; it was told breathlessly, as John trotted to keep pace with his father. At the end, Tony said, "How very sad." "Well, _I_ thought it was sad too, but it isn't. Ben said it made him laugh fit to bust his pants." The bell had s... | saw the joke, but this did not at all diminish the pleasure he derived from his weekly routine, or his annoyance when the presence of guests suspended it. For this reason his heart sank when, emerging from his study into the great hall at a quarter to eleven, he met Beaver already dressed and prepared to be entertained... | I should like to very much." "No, really, I shouldn't if I were you. You wouldn't enjoy it. I only go because I more or less have to. You stay here. Brenda will be down directly. Ring for a drink when you feel like it." "Oh, all right." "See you later then." Tony took his hat and stick from the lobby and let himself ou... | A Handful Of Dust |
he read, his powerful old voice swelling up for peroration, | No speaker | solemn hour of the week,"<|quote|>he read, his powerful old voice swelling up for peroration,</|quote|>"let us remember our Gracious | stand here bareheaded at this solemn hour of the week,"<|quote|>he read, his powerful old voice swelling up for peroration,</|quote|>"let us remember our Gracious Queen Empress in whose service | any particular reference to themselves. They enjoyed their vicar's sermons very much and they knew that when he began about their distant homes, it was time to be dusting their knees and feeling for their umbrellas. "...And so as we stand here bareheaded at this solemn hour of the week,"<|quote|>he read, his powerful o... | garrison chapel; he had done nothing to adapt them to the changed conditions of his ministry and they mostly concluded with some reference to homes and dear ones far away. The villagers did not find this in any way surprising. Few of the things said in church seemed to have any particular reference to themselves. They ... | how more of them could best be introduced without disturbing the character of his house. The village postmaster took round the collecting bag. Tony put in his half-crown; John and nanny their pennies. The vicar climbed, with some effort, into the pulpit. He was an elderly man who had served in India most of his life. T... | Wipers in 1917; it was told breathlessly, as John trotted to keep pace with his father. At the end, Tony said, "How very sad." "Well, _I_ thought it was sad too, but it isn't. Ben said it made him laugh fit to bust his pants." The bell had stopped and the organist was watching from behind his curtain for Tony's arrival... | from his weekly routine, or his annoyance when the presence of guests suspended it. For this reason his heart sank when, emerging from his study into the great hall at a quarter to eleven, he met Beaver already dressed and prepared to be entertained; it was only a momentary vexation, however, for while he wished him go... | the way to the church door; it dealt with the mule Peppermint who had drunk the company's rum ration, near Wipers in 1917; it was told breathlessly, as John trotted to keep pace with his father. At the end, Tony said, "How very sad." "Well, _I_ thought it was sad too, but it isn't. Ben said it made him laugh fit to bus... | A Handful Of Dust |
"let us remember our Gracious Queen Empress in whose service we are here, and pray that she may long be spared to send us at her bidding to do our duty in the uttermost parts of the earth; and let us think of our dear ones far away and the homes we have left in her name, and remember that though miles of barren contine... | The Vicar | voice swelling up for peroration,<|quote|>"let us remember our Gracious Queen Empress in whose service we are here, and pray that she may long be spared to send us at her bidding to do our duty in the uttermost parts of the earth; and let us think of our dear ones far away and the homes we have left in her name, and re... | he read, his powerful old voice swelling up for peroration,<|quote|>"let us remember our Gracious Queen Empress in whose service we are here, and pray that she may long be spared to send us at her bidding to do our duty in the uttermost parts of the earth; and let us think of our dear ones far away and the homes we hav... | very much and they knew that when he began about their distant homes, it was time to be dusting their knees and feeling for their umbrellas. "...And so as we stand here bareheaded at this solemn hour of the week," he read, his powerful old voice swelling up for peroration,<|quote|>"let us remember our Gracious Queen Em... | the changed conditions of his ministry and they mostly concluded with some reference to homes and dear ones far away. The villagers did not find this in any way surprising. Few of the things said in church seemed to have any particular reference to themselves. They enjoyed their vicar's sermons very much and they knew ... | the character of his house. The village postmaster took round the collecting bag. Tony put in his half-crown; John and nanny their pennies. The vicar climbed, with some effort, into the pulpit. He was an elderly man who had served in India most of his life. Tony's father had given him the living at the instance of his ... | to keep pace with his father. At the end, Tony said, "How very sad." "Well, _I_ thought it was sad too, but it isn't. Ben said it made him laugh fit to bust his pants." The bell had stopped and the organist was watching from behind his curtain for Tony's arrival. He walked ahead up the aisle, nanny and John following. ... | of guests suspended it. For this reason his heart sank when, emerging from his study into the great hall at a quarter to eleven, he met Beaver already dressed and prepared to be entertained; it was only a momentary vexation, however, for while he wished him good morning he noticed that his guest had an _A.B.C._ in his ... | his small gloved hand into Tony's and, without introduction, embarked upon a story which lasted them all the way to the church door; it dealt with the mule Peppermint who had drunk the company's rum ration, near Wipers in 1917; it was told breathlessly, as John trotted to keep pace with his father. At the end, Tony sai... | A Handful Of Dust |
(" | No speaker | of her sceptre and crown."<|quote|>("</|quote|>"The Reverend Tendril "e do | with them as proud subjects of her sceptre and crown."<|quote|>("</|quote|>"The Reverend Tendril "e do speak uncommon "igh of the | of barren continent and leagues of ocean divide us, we are never so near to them as on these Sunday mornings, united with them across dune and mountain in our loyalty to our sovereign and thanksgiving for her welfare; one with them as proud subjects of her sceptre and crown."<|quote|>("</|quote|>"The Reverend Tendril "... | here, and pray that she may long be spared to send us at her bidding to do our duty in the uttermost parts of the earth; and let us think of our dear ones far away and the homes we have left in her name, and remember that though miles of barren continent and leagues of ocean divide us, we are never so near to them as o... | reference to homes and dear ones far away. The villagers did not find this in any way surprising. Few of the things said in church seemed to have any particular reference to themselves. They enjoyed their vicar's sermons very much and they knew that when he began about their distant homes, it was time to be dusting the... | O Lord..." The service followed its course. As Tony inhaled the agreeable, slightly musty atmosphere and performed the familiar motions of sitting, standing and leaning forward, his thoughts drifted from subject to subject, among the events of the past week and his plans for the future. Occasionally some arresting phra... | yet?" "Alas, I've got to get up to-night, I'm afraid." "Too bad. I've hardly seen you. The trains aren't very good on Sundays. The best leaves at five-forty-five and gets up about nine. It stops a lot and there's no restaurant car." "That'll do fine." "Sure you can't stay until to-morrow?" "Quite sure." The church bell... | him the living at the instance of his dentist. He had a noble and sonorous voice and was reckoned the best preacher for many miles around. His sermons had been composed in his more active days for delivery at the garrison chapel; he had done nothing to adapt them to the changed conditions of his ministry and they mostl... | A Handful Of Dust |
a gardener's wife had once remarked to Tony.) After the choir had filed out, during the last hymn, the congregation crouched silently for a few seconds and then made for the door. There was no sign of recognition until they were outside among the graves; then there was an exchange of greetings, solicitous, cordial, gar... | No speaker | uncommon "igh of the Queen,"<|quote|>a gardener's wife had once remarked to Tony.) After the choir had filed out, during the last hymn, the congregation crouched silently for a few seconds and then made for the door. There was no sign of recognition until they were outside among the graves; then there was an exchange o... | Reverend Tendril "e do speak uncommon "igh of the Queen,"<|quote|>a gardener's wife had once remarked to Tony.) After the choir had filed out, during the last hymn, the congregation crouched silently for a few seconds and then made for the door. There was no sign of recognition until they were outside among the graves;... | so near to them as on these Sunday mornings, united with them across dune and mountain in our loyalty to our sovereign and thanksgiving for her welfare; one with them as proud subjects of her sceptre and crown." (" "The Reverend Tendril "e do speak uncommon "igh of the Queen,"<|quote|>a gardener's wife had once remarke... | at her bidding to do our duty in the uttermost parts of the earth; and let us think of our dear ones far away and the homes we have left in her name, and remember that though miles of barren continent and leagues of ocean divide us, we are never so near to them as on these Sunday mornings, united with them across dune ... | find this in any way surprising. Few of the things said in church seemed to have any particular reference to themselves. They enjoyed their vicar's sermons very much and they knew that when he began about their distant homes, it was time to be dusting their knees and feeling for their umbrellas. "...And so as we stand ... | slightly musty atmosphere and performed the familiar motions of sitting, standing and leaning forward, his thoughts drifted from subject to subject, among the events of the past week and his plans for the future. Occasionally some arresting phrase in the liturgy would recall him to his surroundings, but for the most pa... | I've hardly seen you. The trains aren't very good on Sundays. The best leaves at five-forty-five and gets up about nine. It stops a lot and there's no restaurant car." "That'll do fine." "Sure you can't stay until to-morrow?" "Quite sure." The church bells were ringing across the park. "Well, I'm just off to church. I ... | and, without introduction, embarked upon a story which lasted them all the way to the church door; it dealt with the mule Peppermint who had drunk the company's rum ration, near Wipers in 1917; it was told breathlessly, as John trotted to keep pace with his father. At the end, Tony said, "How very sad." "Well, _I_ thou... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Lady Brenda is not ill, I hope?" | The Vicar | was joined by the vicar.<|quote|>"Lady Brenda is not ill, I hope?"</|quote|>"No, nothing serious." This was | from the shop; then he was joined by the vicar.<|quote|>"Lady Brenda is not ill, I hope?"</|quote|>"No, nothing serious." This was the invariable formula when he | few seconds and then made for the door. There was no sign of recognition until they were outside among the graves; then there was an exchange of greetings, solicitous, cordial, garrulous. Tony spoke to the vet's wife and Mr Partridge from the shop; then he was joined by the vicar.<|quote|>"Lady Brenda is not ill, I hop... | for her welfare; one with them as proud subjects of her sceptre and crown." (" "The Reverend Tendril "e do speak uncommon "igh of the Queen," a gardener's wife had once remarked to Tony.) After the choir had filed out, during the last hymn, the congregation crouched silently for a few seconds and then made for the door... | for peroration, "let us remember our Gracious Queen Empress in whose service we are here, and pray that she may long be spared to send us at her bidding to do our duty in the uttermost parts of the earth; and let us think of our dear ones far away and the homes we have left in her name, and remember that though miles o... | without disturbing the character of his house. The village postmaster took round the collecting bag. Tony put in his half-crown; John and nanny their pennies. The vicar climbed, with some effort, into the pulpit. He was an elderly man who had served in India most of his life. Tony's father had given him the living at t... | away, even on a visit as unsatisfactory as the present one. "Oh yes, I should like to very much." "No, really, I shouldn't if I were you. You wouldn't enjoy it. I only go because I more or less have to. You stay here. Brenda will be down directly. Ring for a drink when you feel like it." "Oh, all right." "See you later... | more of them could best be introduced without disturbing the character of his house. The village postmaster took round the collecting bag. Tony put in his half-crown; John and nanny their pennies. The vicar climbed, with some effort, into the pulpit. He was an elderly man who had served in India most of his life. Tony'... | A Handful Of Dust |
"No, nothing serious." | Tony Last | is not ill, I hope?"<|quote|>"No, nothing serious."</|quote|>This was the invariable formula | by the vicar. "Lady Brenda is not ill, I hope?"<|quote|>"No, nothing serious."</|quote|>This was the invariable formula when he appeared at church | door. There was no sign of recognition until they were outside among the graves; then there was an exchange of greetings, solicitous, cordial, garrulous. Tony spoke to the vet's wife and Mr Partridge from the shop; then he was joined by the vicar. "Lady Brenda is not ill, I hope?"<|quote|>"No, nothing serious."</|quote... | proud subjects of her sceptre and crown." (" "The Reverend Tendril "e do speak uncommon "igh of the Queen," a gardener's wife had once remarked to Tony.) After the choir had filed out, during the last hymn, the congregation crouched silently for a few seconds and then made for the door. There was no sign of recognition... | Queen Empress in whose service we are here, and pray that she may long be spared to send us at her bidding to do our duty in the uttermost parts of the earth; and let us think of our dear ones far away and the homes we have left in her name, and remember that though miles of barren continent and leagues of ocean divide... | The village postmaster took round the collecting bag. Tony put in his half-crown; John and nanny their pennies. The vicar climbed, with some effort, into the pulpit. He was an elderly man who had served in India most of his life. Tony's father had given him the living at the instance of his dentist. He had a noble and ... | as the present one. "Oh yes, I should like to very much." "No, really, I shouldn't if I were you. You wouldn't enjoy it. I only go because I more or less have to. You stay here. Brenda will be down directly. Ring for a drink when you feel like it." "Oh, all right." "See you later then." Tony took his hat and stick from... | agreeable, slightly musty atmosphere and performed the familiar motions of sitting, standing and leaning forward, his thoughts drifted from subject to subject, among the events of the past week and his plans for the future. Occasionally some arresting phrase in the liturgy would recall him to his surroundings, but for ... | A Handful Of Dust |
This was the invariable formula when he appeared at church without her. | No speaker | I hope?" "No, nothing serious."<|quote|>This was the invariable formula when he appeared at church without her.</|quote|>"A most interesting sermon, Vicar." | "Lady Brenda is not ill, I hope?" "No, nothing serious."<|quote|>This was the invariable formula when he appeared at church without her.</|quote|>"A most interesting sermon, Vicar." "My dear boy, I'm delighted | no sign of recognition until they were outside among the graves; then there was an exchange of greetings, solicitous, cordial, garrulous. Tony spoke to the vet's wife and Mr Partridge from the shop; then he was joined by the vicar. "Lady Brenda is not ill, I hope?" "No, nothing serious."<|quote|>This was the invariable... | her sceptre and crown." (" "The Reverend Tendril "e do speak uncommon "igh of the Queen," a gardener's wife had once remarked to Tony.) After the choir had filed out, during the last hymn, the congregation crouched silently for a few seconds and then made for the door. There was no sign of recognition until they were o... | whose service we are here, and pray that she may long be spared to send us at her bidding to do our duty in the uttermost parts of the earth; and let us think of our dear ones far away and the homes we have left in her name, and remember that though miles of barren continent and leagues of ocean divide us, we are never... | took round the collecting bag. Tony put in his half-crown; John and nanny their pennies. The vicar climbed, with some effort, into the pulpit. He was an elderly man who had served in India most of his life. Tony's father had given him the living at the instance of his dentist. He had a noble and sonorous voice and was ... | one. "Oh yes, I should like to very much." "No, really, I shouldn't if I were you. You wouldn't enjoy it. I only go because I more or less have to. You stay here. Brenda will be down directly. Ring for a drink when you feel like it." "Oh, all right." "See you later then." Tony took his hat and stick from the lobby and ... | in his more active days for delivery at the garrison chapel; he had done nothing to adapt them to the changed conditions of his ministry and they mostly concluded with some reference to homes and dear ones far away. The villagers did not find this in any way surprising. Few of the things said in church seemed to have a... | A Handful Of Dust |
"A most interesting sermon, Vicar." | Tony Last | appeared at church without her.<|quote|>"A most interesting sermon, Vicar."</|quote|>"My dear boy, I'm delighted | the invariable formula when he appeared at church without her.<|quote|>"A most interesting sermon, Vicar."</|quote|>"My dear boy, I'm delighted to hear you say so. | there was an exchange of greetings, solicitous, cordial, garrulous. Tony spoke to the vet's wife and Mr Partridge from the shop; then he was joined by the vicar. "Lady Brenda is not ill, I hope?" "No, nothing serious." This was the invariable formula when he appeared at church without her.<|quote|>"A most interesting s... | "igh of the Queen," a gardener's wife had once remarked to Tony.) After the choir had filed out, during the last hymn, the congregation crouched silently for a few seconds and then made for the door. There was no sign of recognition until they were outside among the graves; then there was an exchange of greetings, soli... | spared to send us at her bidding to do our duty in the uttermost parts of the earth; and let us think of our dear ones far away and the homes we have left in her name, and remember that though miles of barren continent and leagues of ocean divide us, we are never so near to them as on these Sunday mornings, united with... | nanny their pennies. The vicar climbed, with some effort, into the pulpit. He was an elderly man who had served in India most of his life. Tony's father had given him the living at the instance of his dentist. He had a noble and sonorous voice and was reckoned the best preacher for many miles around. His sermons had be... | shouldn't if I were you. You wouldn't enjoy it. I only go because I more or less have to. You stay here. Brenda will be down directly. Ring for a drink when you feel like it." "Oh, all right." "See you later then." Tony took his hat and stick from the lobby and let himself out. "Now I've behaved inhospitably to that yo... | bell had stopped and the organist was watching from behind his curtain for Tony's arrival. He walked ahead up the aisle, nanny and John following. In the pew he occupied one of the armchairs; they sat on the bench at his back. He leant forward for half a minute with his forehead on his hand, and as he sat back, the org... | A Handful Of Dust |
"My dear boy, I'm delighted to hear you say so. It is one of my favourites. But have you never heard it before?" | The Vicar | "A most interesting sermon, Vicar."<|quote|>"My dear boy, I'm delighted to hear you say so. It is one of my favourites. But have you never heard it before?"</|quote|>"No, I assure you." "I | appeared at church without her. "A most interesting sermon, Vicar."<|quote|>"My dear boy, I'm delighted to hear you say so. It is one of my favourites. But have you never heard it before?"</|quote|>"No, I assure you." "I haven't used it here lately. | greetings, solicitous, cordial, garrulous. Tony spoke to the vet's wife and Mr Partridge from the shop; then he was joined by the vicar. "Lady Brenda is not ill, I hope?" "No, nothing serious." This was the invariable formula when he appeared at church without her. "A most interesting sermon, Vicar."<|quote|>"My dear b... | gardener's wife had once remarked to Tony.) After the choir had filed out, during the last hymn, the congregation crouched silently for a few seconds and then made for the door. There was no sign of recognition until they were outside among the graves; then there was an exchange of greetings, solicitous, cordial, garru... | her bidding to do our duty in the uttermost parts of the earth; and let us think of our dear ones far away and the homes we have left in her name, and remember that though miles of barren continent and leagues of ocean divide us, we are never so near to them as on these Sunday mornings, united with them across dune and... | climbed, with some effort, into the pulpit. He was an elderly man who had served in India most of his life. Tony's father had given him the living at the instance of his dentist. He had a noble and sonorous voice and was reckoned the best preacher for many miles around. His sermons had been composed in his more active ... | You wouldn't enjoy it. I only go because I more or less have to. You stay here. Brenda will be down directly. Ring for a drink when you feel like it." "Oh, all right." "See you later then." Tony took his hat and stick from the lobby and let himself out. "Now I've behaved inhospitably to that young man again," he reflec... | Tony's arrival. He walked ahead up the aisle, nanny and John following. In the pew he occupied one of the armchairs; they sat on the bench at his back. He leant forward for half a minute with his forehead on his hand, and as he sat back, the organist played the first bars of the hymn, "Enter not into judgment with Thy ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"No, I assure you." | Tony Last | you never heard it before?"<|quote|>"No, I assure you."</|quote|>"I haven't used it here | of my favourites. But have you never heard it before?"<|quote|>"No, I assure you."</|quote|>"I haven't used it here lately. When I am asked | "Lady Brenda is not ill, I hope?" "No, nothing serious." This was the invariable formula when he appeared at church without her. "A most interesting sermon, Vicar." "My dear boy, I'm delighted to hear you say so. It is one of my favourites. But have you never heard it before?"<|quote|>"No, I assure you."</|quote|>"I ha... | few seconds and then made for the door. There was no sign of recognition until they were outside among the graves; then there was an exchange of greetings, solicitous, cordial, garrulous. Tony spoke to the vet's wife and Mr Partridge from the shop; then he was joined by the vicar. "Lady Brenda is not ill, I hope?" "No,... | and the homes we have left in her name, and remember that though miles of barren continent and leagues of ocean divide us, we are never so near to them as on these Sunday mornings, united with them across dune and mountain in our loyalty to our sovereign and thanksgiving for her welfare; one with them as proud subjects... | had given him the living at the instance of his dentist. He had a noble and sonorous voice and was reckoned the best preacher for many miles around. His sermons had been composed in his more active days for delivery at the garrison chapel; he had done nothing to adapt them to the changed conditions of his ministry and ... | for a drink when you feel like it." "Oh, all right." "See you later then." Tony took his hat and stick from the lobby and let himself out. "Now I've behaved inhospitably to that young man again," he reflected. The bells were clear and clamorous in the drive and Tony walked briskly towards them. Presently they ceased an... | bathrooms and lavatories, and of how more of them could best be introduced without disturbing the character of his house. The village postmaster took round the collecting bag. Tony put in his half-crown; John and nanny their pennies. The vicar climbed, with some effort, into the pulpit. He was an elderly man who had se... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I haven't used it here lately. When I am asked to supply elsewhere it is the one I invariably choose. Let me see now, I always make a note of the times I use it." | The Vicar | before?" "No, I assure you."<|quote|>"I haven't used it here lately. When I am asked to supply elsewhere it is the one I invariably choose. Let me see now, I always make a note of the times I use it."</|quote|>The old clergyman opened the | have you never heard it before?" "No, I assure you."<|quote|>"I haven't used it here lately. When I am asked to supply elsewhere it is the one I invariably choose. Let me see now, I always make a note of the times I use it."</|quote|>The old clergyman opened the manuscript book he was carrying. | ill, I hope?" "No, nothing serious." This was the invariable formula when he appeared at church without her. "A most interesting sermon, Vicar." "My dear boy, I'm delighted to hear you say so. It is one of my favourites. But have you never heard it before?" "No, I assure you."<|quote|>"I haven't used it here lately. Wh... | made for the door. There was no sign of recognition until they were outside among the graves; then there was an exchange of greetings, solicitous, cordial, garrulous. Tony spoke to the vet's wife and Mr Partridge from the shop; then he was joined by the vicar. "Lady Brenda is not ill, I hope?" "No, nothing serious." Th... | have left in her name, and remember that though miles of barren continent and leagues of ocean divide us, we are never so near to them as on these Sunday mornings, united with them across dune and mountain in our loyalty to our sovereign and thanksgiving for her welfare; one with them as proud subjects of her sceptre a... | living at the instance of his dentist. He had a noble and sonorous voice and was reckoned the best preacher for many miles around. His sermons had been composed in his more active days for delivery at the garrison chapel; he had done nothing to adapt them to the changed conditions of his ministry and they mostly conclu... | you feel like it." "Oh, all right." "See you later then." Tony took his hat and stick from the lobby and let himself out. "Now I've behaved inhospitably to that young man again," he reflected. The bells were clear and clamorous in the drive and Tony walked briskly towards them. Presently they ceased and gave place to a... | and pray that she may long be spared to send us at her bidding to do our duty in the uttermost parts of the earth; and let us think of our dear ones far away and the homes we have left in her name, and remember that though miles of barren continent and leagues of ocean divide us, we are never so near to them as on thes... | A Handful Of Dust |
The old clergyman opened the manuscript book he was carrying. It had a limp black cover and the pages were yellow with age. | No speaker | the times I use it."<|quote|>The old clergyman opened the manuscript book he was carrying. It had a limp black cover and the pages were yellow with age.</|quote|>"Ah yes, here we are. | always make a note of the times I use it."<|quote|>The old clergyman opened the manuscript book he was carrying. It had a limp black cover and the pages were yellow with age.</|quote|>"Ah yes, here we are. I preached it first in | one of my favourites. But have you never heard it before?" "No, I assure you." "I haven't used it here lately. When I am asked to supply elsewhere it is the one I invariably choose. Let me see now, I always make a note of the times I use it."<|quote|>The old clergyman opened the manuscript book he was carrying. It had ... | Partridge from the shop; then he was joined by the vicar. "Lady Brenda is not ill, I hope?" "No, nothing serious." This was the invariable formula when he appeared at church without her. "A most interesting sermon, Vicar." "My dear boy, I'm delighted to hear you say so. It is one of my favourites. But have you never he... | dune and mountain in our loyalty to our sovereign and thanksgiving for her welfare; one with them as proud subjects of her sceptre and crown." (" "The Reverend Tendril "e do speak uncommon "igh of the Queen," a gardener's wife had once remarked to Tony.) After the choir had filed out, during the last hymn, the congrega... | delivery at the garrison chapel; he had done nothing to adapt them to the changed conditions of his ministry and they mostly concluded with some reference to homes and dear ones far away. The villagers did not find this in any way surprising. Few of the things said in church seemed to have any particular reference to t... | The bells were clear and clamorous in the drive and Tony walked briskly towards them. Presently they ceased and gave place to a single note, warning the village that there was only five minutes to go before the organist started the first hymn. He caught up nanny and John, also on their way to church. John was in one of... | man who had served in India most of his life. Tony's father had given him the living at the instance of his dentist. He had a noble and sonorous voice and was reckoned the best preacher for many miles around. His sermons had been composed in his more active days for delivery at the garrison chapel; he had done nothing ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Ah yes, here we are. I preached it first in Jellalabad when the Coldstream Guards were there; then I used it in the Red Sea coming home from my fourth leave; then at Sidmouth... Mentone... Winchester... to the Girl Guides at their summer rally in 1921... the Church Stage Guild at Leicester... twice at Bournemouth duri... | The Vicar | pages were yellow with age.<|quote|>"Ah yes, here we are. I preached it first in Jellalabad when the Coldstream Guards were there; then I used it in the Red Sea coming home from my fourth leave; then at Sidmouth... Mentone... Winchester... to the Girl Guides at their summer rally in 1921... the Church Stage Guild at Le... | limp black cover and the pages were yellow with age.<|quote|>"Ah yes, here we are. I preached it first in Jellalabad when the Coldstream Guards were there; then I used it in the Red Sea coming home from my fourth leave; then at Sidmouth... Mentone... Winchester... to the Girl Guides at their summer rally in 1921... the... | am asked to supply elsewhere it is the one I invariably choose. Let me see now, I always make a note of the times I use it." The old clergyman opened the manuscript book he was carrying. It had a limp black cover and the pages were yellow with age.<|quote|>"Ah yes, here we are. I preached it first in Jellalabad when th... | the invariable formula when he appeared at church without her. "A most interesting sermon, Vicar." "My dear boy, I'm delighted to hear you say so. It is one of my favourites. But have you never heard it before?" "No, I assure you." "I haven't used it here lately. When I am asked to supply elsewhere it is the one I inva... | and crown." (" "The Reverend Tendril "e do speak uncommon "igh of the Queen," a gardener's wife had once remarked to Tony.) After the choir had filed out, during the last hymn, the congregation crouched silently for a few seconds and then made for the door. There was no sign of recognition until they were outside among... | with some reference to homes and dear ones far away. The villagers did not find this in any way surprising. Few of the things said in church seemed to have any particular reference to themselves. They enjoyed their vicar's sermons very much and they knew that when he began about their distant homes, it was time to be d... | single note, warning the village that there was only five minutes to go before the organist started the first hymn. He caught up nanny and John, also on their way to church. John was in one of his rare, confidential moods; he put his small gloved hand into Tony's and, without introduction, embarked upon a story which l... | stand here bareheaded at this solemn hour of the week," he read, his powerful old voice swelling up for peroration, "let us remember our Gracious Queen Empress in whose service we are here, and pray that she may long be spared to send us at her bidding to do our duty in the uttermost parts of the earth; and let us thin... | A Handful Of Dust |
The vicar's sister had engaged John in conversation. He was telling her the story of Peppermint: | No speaker | too young to enjoy it..."<|quote|>The vicar's sister had engaged John in conversation. He was telling her the story of Peppermint:</|quote|>"...he'd have been all right, | when you would have been too young to enjoy it..."<|quote|>The vicar's sister had engaged John in conversation. He was telling her the story of Peppermint:</|quote|>"...he'd have been all right, Ben says, if he had | the Girl Guides at their summer rally in 1921... the Church Stage Guild at Leicester... twice at Bournemouth during the winter of 1926 when poor Ada was so ill... No, I don't seem to have used it here since 1911, when you would have been too young to enjoy it..."<|quote|>The vicar's sister had engaged John in conversat... | It had a limp black cover and the pages were yellow with age. "Ah yes, here we are. I preached it first in Jellalabad when the Coldstream Guards were there; then I used it in the Red Sea coming home from my fourth leave; then at Sidmouth... Mentone... Winchester... to the Girl Guides at their summer rally in 1921... th... | vicar. "Lady Brenda is not ill, I hope?" "No, nothing serious." This was the invariable formula when he appeared at church without her. "A most interesting sermon, Vicar." "My dear boy, I'm delighted to hear you say so. It is one of my favourites. But have you never heard it before?" "No, I assure you." "I haven't used... | up for peroration, "let us remember our Gracious Queen Empress in whose service we are here, and pray that she may long be spared to send us at her bidding to do our duty in the uttermost parts of the earth; and let us think of our dear ones far away and the homes we have left in her name, and remember that though mile... | as John trotted to keep pace with his father. At the end, Tony said, "How very sad." "Well, _I_ thought it was sad too, but it isn't. Ben said it made him laugh fit to bust his pants." The bell had stopped and the organist was watching from behind his curtain for Tony's arrival. He walked ahead up the aisle, nanny and ... | began about their distant homes, it was time to be dusting their knees and feeling for their umbrellas. "...And so as we stand here bareheaded at this solemn hour of the week," he read, his powerful old voice swelling up for peroration, "let us remember our Gracious Queen Empress in whose service we are here, and pray ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"...he'd have been all right, Ben says, if he had been able to cat the rum up, but mules can't cat, neither can horses..." | John Andrew | her the story of Peppermint:<|quote|>"...he'd have been all right, Ben says, if he had been able to cat the rum up, but mules can't cat, neither can horses..."</|quote|>Nanny grasped him firmly and | in conversation. He was telling her the story of Peppermint:<|quote|>"...he'd have been all right, Ben says, if he had been able to cat the rum up, but mules can't cat, neither can horses..."</|quote|>Nanny grasped him firmly and hurried him towards home. "How | at Bournemouth during the winter of 1926 when poor Ada was so ill... No, I don't seem to have used it here since 1911, when you would have been too young to enjoy it..." The vicar's sister had engaged John in conversation. He was telling her the story of Peppermint:<|quote|>"...he'd have been all right, Ben says, if he... | we are. I preached it first in Jellalabad when the Coldstream Guards were there; then I used it in the Red Sea coming home from my fourth leave; then at Sidmouth... Mentone... Winchester... to the Girl Guides at their summer rally in 1921... the Church Stage Guild at Leicester... twice at Bournemouth during the winter ... | when he appeared at church without her. "A most interesting sermon, Vicar." "My dear boy, I'm delighted to hear you say so. It is one of my favourites. But have you never heard it before?" "No, I assure you." "I haven't used it here lately. When I am asked to supply elsewhere it is the one I invariably choose. Let me s... | and pray that she may long be spared to send us at her bidding to do our duty in the uttermost parts of the earth; and let us think of our dear ones far away and the homes we have left in her name, and remember that though miles of barren continent and leagues of ocean divide us, we are never so near to them as on thes... | sad." "Well, _I_ thought it was sad too, but it isn't. Ben said it made him laugh fit to bust his pants." The bell had stopped and the organist was watching from behind his curtain for Tony's arrival. He walked ahead up the aisle, nanny and John following. In the pew he occupied one of the armchairs; they sat on the be... | and dear ones far away. The villagers did not find this in any way surprising. Few of the things said in church seemed to have any particular reference to themselves. They enjoyed their vicar's sermons very much and they knew that when he began about their distant homes, it was time to be dusting their knees and feelin... | A Handful Of Dust |
Nanny grasped him firmly and hurried him towards home. | No speaker | can't cat, neither can horses..."<|quote|>Nanny grasped him firmly and hurried him towards home.</|quote|>"How many times have I | the rum up, but mules can't cat, neither can horses..."<|quote|>Nanny grasped him firmly and hurried him towards home.</|quote|>"How many times have I told you not to go | when you would have been too young to enjoy it..." The vicar's sister had engaged John in conversation. He was telling her the story of Peppermint: "...he'd have been all right, Ben says, if he had been able to cat the rum up, but mules can't cat, neither can horses..."<|quote|>Nanny grasped him firmly and hurried him ... | from my fourth leave; then at Sidmouth... Mentone... Winchester... to the Girl Guides at their summer rally in 1921... the Church Stage Guild at Leicester... twice at Bournemouth during the winter of 1926 when poor Ada was so ill... No, I don't seem to have used it here since 1911, when you would have been too young to... | one of my favourites. But have you never heard it before?" "No, I assure you." "I haven't used it here lately. When I am asked to supply elsewhere it is the one I invariably choose. Let me see now, I always make a note of the times I use it." The old clergyman opened the manuscript book he was carrying. It had a limp b... | earth; and let us think of our dear ones far away and the homes we have left in her name, and remember that though miles of barren continent and leagues of ocean divide us, we are never so near to them as on these Sunday mornings, united with them across dune and mountain in our loyalty to our sovereign and thanksgivin... | had stopped and the organist was watching from behind his curtain for Tony's arrival. He walked ahead up the aisle, nanny and John following. In the pew he occupied one of the armchairs; they sat on the bench at his back. He leant forward for half a minute with his forehead on his hand, and as he sat back, the organist... | barren continent and leagues of ocean divide us, we are never so near to them as on these Sunday mornings, united with them across dune and mountain in our loyalty to our sovereign and thanksgiving for her welfare; one with them as proud subjects of her sceptre and crown." (" "The Reverend Tendril "e do speak uncommon ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"How many times have I told you not to go repeating whatever Ben Hacket tells you? Miss Tendril didn't want to hear about Peppermint. And don't ever use that rude word "cat" again." | Nanny | and hurried him towards home.<|quote|>"How many times have I told you not to go repeating whatever Ben Hacket tells you? Miss Tendril didn't want to hear about Peppermint. And don't ever use that rude word "cat" again."</|quote|>"It only means to be | horses..." Nanny grasped him firmly and hurried him towards home.<|quote|>"How many times have I told you not to go repeating whatever Ben Hacket tells you? Miss Tendril didn't want to hear about Peppermint. And don't ever use that rude word "cat" again."</|quote|>"It only means to be sick." "Well, Miss Tendril isn't | it..." The vicar's sister had engaged John in conversation. He was telling her the story of Peppermint: "...he'd have been all right, Ben says, if he had been able to cat the rum up, but mules can't cat, neither can horses..." Nanny grasped him firmly and hurried him towards home.<|quote|>"How many times have I told yo... | to the Girl Guides at their summer rally in 1921... the Church Stage Guild at Leicester... twice at Bournemouth during the winter of 1926 when poor Ada was so ill... No, I don't seem to have used it here since 1911, when you would have been too young to enjoy it..." The vicar's sister had engaged John in conversation. ... | it before?" "No, I assure you." "I haven't used it here lately. When I am asked to supply elsewhere it is the one I invariably choose. Let me see now, I always make a note of the times I use it." The old clergyman opened the manuscript book he was carrying. It had a limp black cover and the pages were yellow with age. ... | far away and the homes we have left in her name, and remember that though miles of barren continent and leagues of ocean divide us, we are never so near to them as on these Sunday mornings, united with them across dune and mountain in our loyalty to our sovereign and thanksgiving for her welfare; one with them as proud... | his curtain for Tony's arrival. He walked ahead up the aisle, nanny and John following. In the pew he occupied one of the armchairs; they sat on the bench at his back. He leant forward for half a minute with his forehead on his hand, and as he sat back, the organist played the first bars of the hymn, "Enter not into ju... | as proud subjects of her sceptre and crown." (" "The Reverend Tendril "e do speak uncommon "igh of the Queen," a gardener's wife had once remarked to Tony.) After the choir had filed out, during the last hymn, the congregation crouched silently for a few seconds and then made for the door. There was no sign of recognit... | A Handful Of Dust |
"It only means to be sick." | John Andrew | that rude word "cat" again."<|quote|>"It only means to be sick."</|quote|>"Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested | Peppermint. And don't ever use that rude word "cat" again."<|quote|>"It only means to be sick."</|quote|>"Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..." As the | up, but mules can't cat, neither can horses..." Nanny grasped him firmly and hurried him towards home. "How many times have I told you not to go repeating whatever Ben Hacket tells you? Miss Tendril didn't want to hear about Peppermint. And don't ever use that rude word "cat" again."<|quote|>"It only means to be sick."... | seem to have used it here since 1911, when you would have been too young to enjoy it..." The vicar's sister had engaged John in conversation. He was telling her the story of Peppermint: "...he'd have been all right, Ben says, if he had been able to cat the rum up, but mules can't cat, neither can horses..." Nanny grasp... | a note of the times I use it." The old clergyman opened the manuscript book he was carrying. It had a limp black cover and the pages were yellow with age. "Ah yes, here we are. I preached it first in Jellalabad when the Coldstream Guards were there; then I used it in the Red Sea coming home from my fourth leave; then a... | on these Sunday mornings, united with them across dune and mountain in our loyalty to our sovereign and thanksgiving for her welfare; one with them as proud subjects of her sceptre and crown." (" "The Reverend Tendril "e do speak uncommon "igh of the Queen," a gardener's wife had once remarked to Tony.) After the choir... | leant forward for half a minute with his forehead on his hand, and as he sat back, the organist played the first bars of the hymn, "Enter not into judgment with Thy servant, O Lord..." The service followed its course. As Tony inhaled the agreeable, slightly musty atmosphere and performed the familiar motions of sitting... | that though miles of barren continent and leagues of ocean divide us, we are never so near to them as on these Sunday mornings, united with them across dune and mountain in our loyalty to our sovereign and thanksgiving for her welfare; one with them as proud subjects of her sceptre and crown." (" "The Reverend Tendril ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..." | Nanny | only means to be sick."<|quote|>"Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..."</|quote|>As the gathering between porch | rude word "cat" again." "It only means to be sick."<|quote|>"Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..."</|quote|>As the gathering between porch and lychgate began to disperse, | can horses..." Nanny grasped him firmly and hurried him towards home. "How many times have I told you not to go repeating whatever Ben Hacket tells you? Miss Tendril didn't want to hear about Peppermint. And don't ever use that rude word "cat" again." "It only means to be sick."<|quote|>"Well, Miss Tendril isn't intere... | since 1911, when you would have been too young to enjoy it..." The vicar's sister had engaged John in conversation. He was telling her the story of Peppermint: "...he'd have been all right, Ben says, if he had been able to cat the rum up, but mules can't cat, neither can horses..." Nanny grasped him firmly and hurried ... | use it." The old clergyman opened the manuscript book he was carrying. It had a limp black cover and the pages were yellow with age. "Ah yes, here we are. I preached it first in Jellalabad when the Coldstream Guards were there; then I used it in the Red Sea coming home from my fourth leave; then at Sidmouth... Mentone.... | them across dune and mountain in our loyalty to our sovereign and thanksgiving for her welfare; one with them as proud subjects of her sceptre and crown." (" "The Reverend Tendril "e do speak uncommon "igh of the Queen," a gardener's wife had once remarked to Tony.) After the choir had filed out, during the last hymn, ... | with his forehead on his hand, and as he sat back, the organist played the first bars of the hymn, "Enter not into judgment with Thy servant, O Lord..." The service followed its course. As Tony inhaled the agreeable, slightly musty atmosphere and performed the familiar motions of sitting, standing and leaning forward, ... | solemn hour of the week," he read, his powerful old voice swelling up for peroration, "let us remember our Gracious Queen Empress in whose service we are here, and pray that she may long be spared to send us at her bidding to do our duty in the uttermost parts of the earth; and let us think of our dear ones far away an... | A Handful Of Dust |
As the gathering between porch and lychgate began to disperse, Tony set off towards the gardens. There was a good choice of buttonholes in the hothouses; he picked lemon carnations with crinkled, crimson edges for himself and Beaver and a camellia for his wife. Shafts of November sunshine streamed down from lancet and ... | No speaker | isn't interested in being sick..."<|quote|>As the gathering between porch and lychgate began to disperse, Tony set off towards the gardens. There was a good choice of buttonholes in the hothouses; he picked lemon carnations with crinkled, crimson edges for himself and Beaver and a camellia for his wife. Shafts of Novem... | be sick." "Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..."<|quote|>As the gathering between porch and lychgate began to disperse, Tony set off towards the gardens. There was a good choice of buttonholes in the hothouses; he picked lemon carnations with crinkled, crimson edges for himself and Beaver and a camellia... | him towards home. "How many times have I told you not to go repeating whatever Ben Hacket tells you? Miss Tendril didn't want to hear about Peppermint. And don't ever use that rude word "cat" again." "It only means to be sick." "Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..."<|quote|>As the gathering between porc... | young to enjoy it..." The vicar's sister had engaged John in conversation. He was telling her the story of Peppermint: "...he'd have been all right, Ben says, if he had been able to cat the rum up, but mules can't cat, neither can horses..." Nanny grasped him firmly and hurried him towards home. "How many times have I ... | book he was carrying. It had a limp black cover and the pages were yellow with age. "Ah yes, here we are. I preached it first in Jellalabad when the Coldstream Guards were there; then I used it in the Red Sea coming home from my fourth leave; then at Sidmouth... Mentone... Winchester... to the Girl Guides at their summ... | to our sovereign and thanksgiving for her welfare; one with them as proud subjects of her sceptre and crown." (" "The Reverend Tendril "e do speak uncommon "igh of the Queen," a gardener's wife had once remarked to Tony.) After the choir had filed out, during the last hymn, the congregation crouched silently for a few ... | he sat back, the organist played the first bars of the hymn, "Enter not into judgment with Thy servant, O Lord..." The service followed its course. As Tony inhaled the agreeable, slightly musty atmosphere and performed the familiar motions of sitting, standing and leaning forward, his thoughts drifted from subject to s... | duty in the uttermost parts of the earth; and let us think of our dear ones far away and the homes we have left in her name, and remember that though miles of barren continent and leagues of ocean divide us, we are never so near to them as on these Sunday mornings, united with them across dune and mountain in our loyal... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I say, can't I carry something?" | John Beaver | stairs looking up at her.<|quote|>"I say, can't I carry something?"</|quote|>"No thanks, I've got everything | at the foot of the stairs looking up at her.<|quote|>"I say, can't I carry something?"</|quote|>"No thanks, I've got everything safe. How did you sleep?" | a bag, a small hat, a half-finished panel of petit-point embroidery and a vast, disordered sheaf of Sunday newspapers, above which only her eyes and forehead appeared as though over a yashmak. Beaver emerged from the shadows below and stood at the foot of the stairs looking up at her.<|quote|>"I say, can't I carry some... | lancet and oriel, tinctured in green and gold, gules and azure by the emblazoned coats, broken by the leaded devices into countless points and patches of coloured light. Brenda descended the great staircase step by step through alternations of dusk and rainbow. Both hands were occupied, holding to her breast a bag, a s... | towards home. "How many times have I told you not to go repeating whatever Ben Hacket tells you? Miss Tendril didn't want to hear about Peppermint. And don't ever use that rude word "cat" again." "It only means to be sick." "Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..." As the gathering between porch and lychga... | never heard it before?" "No, I assure you." "I haven't used it here lately. When I am asked to supply elsewhere it is the one I invariably choose. Let me see now, I always make a note of the times I use it." The old clergyman opened the manuscript book he was carrying. It had a limp black cover and the pages were yello... | his life. Tony's father had given him the living at the instance of his dentist. He had a noble and sonorous voice and was reckoned the best preacher for many miles around. His sermons had been composed in his more active days for delivery at the garrison chapel; he had done nothing to adapt them to the changed conditi... | the Queen," a gardener's wife had once remarked to Tony.) After the choir had filed out, during the last hymn, the congregation crouched silently for a few seconds and then made for the door. There was no sign of recognition until they were outside among the graves; then there was an exchange of greetings, solicitous, ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"No thanks, I've got everything safe. How did you sleep?" | Brenda | say, can't I carry something?"<|quote|>"No thanks, I've got everything safe. How did you sleep?"</|quote|>"Beautifully." "I bet you didn't." | looking up at her. "I say, can't I carry something?"<|quote|>"No thanks, I've got everything safe. How did you sleep?"</|quote|>"Beautifully." "I bet you didn't." "Well, I'm not a very | half-finished panel of petit-point embroidery and a vast, disordered sheaf of Sunday newspapers, above which only her eyes and forehead appeared as though over a yashmak. Beaver emerged from the shadows below and stood at the foot of the stairs looking up at her. "I say, can't I carry something?"<|quote|>"No thanks, I'... | and gold, gules and azure by the emblazoned coats, broken by the leaded devices into countless points and patches of coloured light. Brenda descended the great staircase step by step through alternations of dusk and rainbow. Both hands were occupied, holding to her breast a bag, a small hat, a half-finished panel of pe... | I told you not to go repeating whatever Ben Hacket tells you? Miss Tendril didn't want to hear about Peppermint. And don't ever use that rude word "cat" again." "It only means to be sick." "Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..." As the gathering between porch and lychgate began to disperse, Tony set off ... | assure you." "I haven't used it here lately. When I am asked to supply elsewhere it is the one I invariably choose. Let me see now, I always make a note of the times I use it." The old clergyman opened the manuscript book he was carrying. It had a limp black cover and the pages were yellow with age. "Ah yes, here we ar... | him the living at the instance of his dentist. He had a noble and sonorous voice and was reckoned the best preacher for many miles around. His sermons had been composed in his more active days for delivery at the garrison chapel; he had done nothing to adapt them to the changed conditions of his ministry and they mostl... | manuscript book he was carrying. It had a limp black cover and the pages were yellow with age. "Ah yes, here we are. I preached it first in Jellalabad when the Coldstream Guards were there; then I used it in the Red Sea coming home from my fourth leave; then at Sidmouth... Mentone... Winchester... to the Girl Guides at... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Beautifully." | John Beaver | safe. How did you sleep?"<|quote|>"Beautifully."</|quote|>"I bet you didn't." "Well, | "No thanks, I've got everything safe. How did you sleep?"<|quote|>"Beautifully."</|quote|>"I bet you didn't." "Well, I'm not a very good | of Sunday newspapers, above which only her eyes and forehead appeared as though over a yashmak. Beaver emerged from the shadows below and stood at the foot of the stairs looking up at her. "I say, can't I carry something?" "No thanks, I've got everything safe. How did you sleep?"<|quote|>"Beautifully."</|quote|>"I bet ... | by the leaded devices into countless points and patches of coloured light. Brenda descended the great staircase step by step through alternations of dusk and rainbow. Both hands were occupied, holding to her breast a bag, a small hat, a half-finished panel of petit-point embroidery and a vast, disordered sheaf of Sunda... | tells you? Miss Tendril didn't want to hear about Peppermint. And don't ever use that rude word "cat" again." "It only means to be sick." "Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..." As the gathering between porch and lychgate began to disperse, Tony set off towards the gardens. There was a good choice of but... | am asked to supply elsewhere it is the one I invariably choose. Let me see now, I always make a note of the times I use it." The old clergyman opened the manuscript book he was carrying. It had a limp black cover and the pages were yellow with age. "Ah yes, here we are. I preached it first in Jellalabad when the Coldst... | had a noble and sonorous voice and was reckoned the best preacher for many miles around. His sermons had been composed in his more active days for delivery at the garrison chapel; he had done nothing to adapt them to the changed conditions of his ministry and they mostly concluded with some reference to homes and dear ... | wife and Mr Partridge from the shop; then he was joined by the vicar. "Lady Brenda is not ill, I hope?" "No, nothing serious." This was the invariable formula when he appeared at church without her. "A most interesting sermon, Vicar." "My dear boy, I'm delighted to hear you say so. It is one of my favourites. But have ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"I bet you didn't." | Brenda | How did you sleep?" "Beautifully."<|quote|>"I bet you didn't."</|quote|>"Well, I'm not a very | thanks, I've got everything safe. How did you sleep?" "Beautifully."<|quote|>"I bet you didn't."</|quote|>"Well, I'm not a very good sleeper." "Next time you | Sunday newspapers, above which only her eyes and forehead appeared as though over a yashmak. Beaver emerged from the shadows below and stood at the foot of the stairs looking up at her. "I say, can't I carry something?" "No thanks, I've got everything safe. How did you sleep?" "Beautifully."<|quote|>"I bet you didn't."... | the leaded devices into countless points and patches of coloured light. Brenda descended the great staircase step by step through alternations of dusk and rainbow. Both hands were occupied, holding to her breast a bag, a small hat, a half-finished panel of petit-point embroidery and a vast, disordered sheaf of Sunday n... | you? Miss Tendril didn't want to hear about Peppermint. And don't ever use that rude word "cat" again." "It only means to be sick." "Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..." As the gathering between porch and lychgate began to disperse, Tony set off towards the gardens. There was a good choice of buttonhol... | asked to supply elsewhere it is the one I invariably choose. Let me see now, I always make a note of the times I use it." The old clergyman opened the manuscript book he was carrying. It had a limp black cover and the pages were yellow with age. "Ah yes, here we are. I preached it first in Jellalabad when the Coldstrea... | a noble and sonorous voice and was reckoned the best preacher for many miles around. His sermons had been composed in his more active days for delivery at the garrison chapel; he had done nothing to adapt them to the changed conditions of his ministry and they mostly concluded with some reference to homes and dear ones... | it before?" "No, I assure you." "I haven't used it here lately. When I am asked to supply elsewhere it is the one I invariably choose. Let me see now, I always make a note of the times I use it." The old clergyman opened the manuscript book he was carrying. It had a limp black cover and the pages were yellow with age. ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Well, I'm not a very good sleeper." | John Beaver | "Beautifully." "I bet you didn't."<|quote|>"Well, I'm not a very good sleeper."</|quote|>"Next time you come you | safe. How did you sleep?" "Beautifully." "I bet you didn't."<|quote|>"Well, I'm not a very good sleeper."</|quote|>"Next time you come you shall have a different room. | only her eyes and forehead appeared as though over a yashmak. Beaver emerged from the shadows below and stood at the foot of the stairs looking up at her. "I say, can't I carry something?" "No thanks, I've got everything safe. How did you sleep?" "Beautifully." "I bet you didn't."<|quote|>"Well, I'm not a very good sle... | countless points and patches of coloured light. Brenda descended the great staircase step by step through alternations of dusk and rainbow. Both hands were occupied, holding to her breast a bag, a small hat, a half-finished panel of petit-point embroidery and a vast, disordered sheaf of Sunday newspapers, above which o... | want to hear about Peppermint. And don't ever use that rude word "cat" again." "It only means to be sick." "Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..." As the gathering between porch and lychgate began to disperse, Tony set off towards the gardens. There was a good choice of buttonholes in the hothouses; he p... | it is the one I invariably choose. Let me see now, I always make a note of the times I use it." The old clergyman opened the manuscript book he was carrying. It had a limp black cover and the pages were yellow with age. "Ah yes, here we are. I preached it first in Jellalabad when the Coldstream Guards were there; then ... | voice and was reckoned the best preacher for many miles around. His sermons had been composed in his more active days for delivery at the garrison chapel; he had done nothing to adapt them to the changed conditions of his ministry and they mostly concluded with some reference to homes and dear ones far away. The villag... | until they were outside among the graves; then there was an exchange of greetings, solicitous, cordial, garrulous. Tony spoke to the vet's wife and Mr Partridge from the shop; then he was joined by the vicar. "Lady Brenda is not ill, I hope?" "No, nothing serious." This was the invariable formula when he appeared at ch... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Next time you come you shall have a different room. But I daresay you won't ever come again. People so seldom do. It is very sad because it's such fun for us having them and we never make any new friends living down here." | Brenda | not a very good sleeper."<|quote|>"Next time you come you shall have a different room. But I daresay you won't ever come again. People so seldom do. It is very sad because it's such fun for us having them and we never make any new friends living down here."</|quote|>"Tony's gone to church." "Yes, | bet you didn't." "Well, I'm not a very good sleeper."<|quote|>"Next time you come you shall have a different room. But I daresay you won't ever come again. People so seldom do. It is very sad because it's such fun for us having them and we never make any new friends living down here."</|quote|>"Tony's gone to church." ... | though over a yashmak. Beaver emerged from the shadows below and stood at the foot of the stairs looking up at her. "I say, can't I carry something?" "No thanks, I've got everything safe. How did you sleep?" "Beautifully." "I bet you didn't." "Well, I'm not a very good sleeper."<|quote|>"Next time you come you shall ha... | Brenda descended the great staircase step by step through alternations of dusk and rainbow. Both hands were occupied, holding to her breast a bag, a small hat, a half-finished panel of petit-point embroidery and a vast, disordered sheaf of Sunday newspapers, above which only her eyes and forehead appeared as though ove... | ever use that rude word "cat" again." "It only means to be sick." "Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..." As the gathering between porch and lychgate began to disperse, Tony set off towards the gardens. There was a good choice of buttonholes in the hothouses; he picked lemon carnations with crinkled, cri... | Let me see now, I always make a note of the times I use it." The old clergyman opened the manuscript book he was carrying. It had a limp black cover and the pages were yellow with age. "Ah yes, here we are. I preached it first in Jellalabad when the Coldstream Guards were there; then I used it in the Red Sea coming hom... | for many miles around. His sermons had been composed in his more active days for delivery at the garrison chapel; he had done nothing to adapt them to the changed conditions of his ministry and they mostly concluded with some reference to homes and dear ones far away. The villagers did not find this in any way surprisi... | have been all right, Ben says, if he had been able to cat the rum up, but mules can't cat, neither can horses..." Nanny grasped him firmly and hurried him towards home. "How many times have I told you not to go repeating whatever Ben Hacket tells you? Miss Tendril didn't want to hear about Peppermint. And don't ever us... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Tony's gone to church." | John Beaver | new friends living down here."<|quote|>"Tony's gone to church."</|quote|>"Yes, he likes that. He'll | and we never make any new friends living down here."<|quote|>"Tony's gone to church."</|quote|>"Yes, he likes that. He'll be back soon. Let's go | I'm not a very good sleeper." "Next time you come you shall have a different room. But I daresay you won't ever come again. People so seldom do. It is very sad because it's such fun for us having them and we never make any new friends living down here."<|quote|>"Tony's gone to church."</|quote|>"Yes, he likes that. He'... | her eyes and forehead appeared as though over a yashmak. Beaver emerged from the shadows below and stood at the foot of the stairs looking up at her. "I say, can't I carry something?" "No thanks, I've got everything safe. How did you sleep?" "Beautifully." "I bet you didn't." "Well, I'm not a very good sleeper." "Next ... | in the hothouses; he picked lemon carnations with crinkled, crimson edges for himself and Beaver and a camellia for his wife. Shafts of November sunshine streamed down from lancet and oriel, tinctured in green and gold, gules and azure by the emblazoned coats, broken by the leaded devices into countless points and patc... | preached it first in Jellalabad when the Coldstream Guards were there; then I used it in the Red Sea coming home from my fourth leave; then at Sidmouth... Mentone... Winchester... to the Girl Guides at their summer rally in 1921... the Church Stage Guild at Leicester... twice at Bournemouth during the winter of 1926 wh... | dear ones far away. The villagers did not find this in any way surprising. Few of the things said in church seemed to have any particular reference to themselves. They enjoyed their vicar's sermons very much and they knew that when he began about their distant homes, it was time to be dusting their knees and feeling fo... | Stage Guild at Leicester... twice at Bournemouth during the winter of 1926 when poor Ada was so ill... No, I don't seem to have used it here since 1911, when you would have been too young to enjoy it..." The vicar's sister had engaged John in conversation. He was telling her the story of Peppermint: "...he'd have been ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Yes, he likes that. He'll be back soon. Let's go out for a minute or two, it looks lovely." | Brenda | here." "Tony's gone to church."<|quote|>"Yes, he likes that. He'll be back soon. Let's go out for a minute or two, it looks lovely."</|quote|>When Tony came back they | any new friends living down here." "Tony's gone to church."<|quote|>"Yes, he likes that. He'll be back soon. Let's go out for a minute or two, it looks lovely."</|quote|>When Tony came back they were sitting in the library. | good sleeper." "Next time you come you shall have a different room. But I daresay you won't ever come again. People so seldom do. It is very sad because it's such fun for us having them and we never make any new friends living down here." "Tony's gone to church."<|quote|>"Yes, he likes that. He'll be back soon. Let's g... | appeared as though over a yashmak. Beaver emerged from the shadows below and stood at the foot of the stairs looking up at her. "I say, can't I carry something?" "No thanks, I've got everything safe. How did you sleep?" "Beautifully." "I bet you didn't." "Well, I'm not a very good sleeper." "Next time you come you shal... | picked lemon carnations with crinkled, crimson edges for himself and Beaver and a camellia for his wife. Shafts of November sunshine streamed down from lancet and oriel, tinctured in green and gold, gules and azure by the emblazoned coats, broken by the leaded devices into countless points and patches of coloured light... | Jellalabad when the Coldstream Guards were there; then I used it in the Red Sea coming home from my fourth leave; then at Sidmouth... Mentone... Winchester... to the Girl Guides at their summer rally in 1921... the Church Stage Guild at Leicester... twice at Bournemouth during the winter of 1926 when poor Ada was so il... | The villagers did not find this in any way surprising. Few of the things said in church seemed to have any particular reference to themselves. They enjoyed their vicar's sermons very much and they knew that when he began about their distant homes, it was time to be dusting their knees and feeling for their umbrellas. "... | the last hymn, the congregation crouched silently for a few seconds and then made for the door. There was no sign of recognition until they were outside among the graves; then there was an exchange of greetings, solicitous, cordial, garrulous. Tony spoke to the vet's wife and Mr Partridge from the shop; then he was joi... | A Handful Of Dust |
When Tony came back they were sitting in the library. Beaver was telling Brenda's fortune with cards. | No speaker | or two, it looks lovely."<|quote|>When Tony came back they were sitting in the library. Beaver was telling Brenda's fortune with cards.</|quote|>"... Now cut to me | go out for a minute or two, it looks lovely."<|quote|>When Tony came back they were sitting in the library. Beaver was telling Brenda's fortune with cards.</|quote|>"... Now cut to me again," he was saying, "and | again. People so seldom do. It is very sad because it's such fun for us having them and we never make any new friends living down here." "Tony's gone to church." "Yes, he likes that. He'll be back soon. Let's go out for a minute or two, it looks lovely."<|quote|>When Tony came back they were sitting in the library. Bea... | stairs looking up at her. "I say, can't I carry something?" "No thanks, I've got everything safe. How did you sleep?" "Beautifully." "I bet you didn't." "Well, I'm not a very good sleeper." "Next time you come you shall have a different room. But I daresay you won't ever come again. People so seldom do. It is very sad ... | November sunshine streamed down from lancet and oriel, tinctured in green and gold, gules and azure by the emblazoned coats, broken by the leaded devices into countless points and patches of coloured light. Brenda descended the great staircase step by step through alternations of dusk and rainbow. Both hands were occup... | fourth leave; then at Sidmouth... Mentone... Winchester... to the Girl Guides at their summer rally in 1921... the Church Stage Guild at Leicester... twice at Bournemouth during the winter of 1926 when poor Ada was so ill... No, I don't seem to have used it here since 1911, when you would have been too young to enjoy i... | have any particular reference to themselves. They enjoyed their vicar's sermons very much and they knew that when he began about their distant homes, it was time to be dusting their knees and feeling for their umbrellas. "...And so as we stand here bareheaded at this solemn hour of the week," he read, his powerful old ... | "Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..." As the gathering between porch and lychgate began to disperse, Tony set off towards the gardens. There was a good choice of buttonholes in the hothouses; he picked lemon carnations with crinkled, crimson edges for himself and Beaver and a camellia for his wife. Sha... | A Handful Of Dust |
"... Now cut to me again," | John Beaver | telling Brenda's fortune with cards.<|quote|>"... Now cut to me again,"</|quote|>he was saying, "and I'll | in the library. Beaver was telling Brenda's fortune with cards.<|quote|>"... Now cut to me again,"</|quote|>he was saying, "and I'll see if it's any clearer... | and we never make any new friends living down here." "Tony's gone to church." "Yes, he likes that. He'll be back soon. Let's go out for a minute or two, it looks lovely." When Tony came back they were sitting in the library. Beaver was telling Brenda's fortune with cards.<|quote|>"... Now cut to me again,"</|quote|>he ... | How did you sleep?" "Beautifully." "I bet you didn't." "Well, I'm not a very good sleeper." "Next time you come you shall have a different room. But I daresay you won't ever come again. People so seldom do. It is very sad because it's such fun for us having them and we never make any new friends living down here." "Ton... | the emblazoned coats, broken by the leaded devices into countless points and patches of coloured light. Brenda descended the great staircase step by step through alternations of dusk and rainbow. Both hands were occupied, holding to her breast a bag, a small hat, a half-finished panel of petit-point embroidery and a va... | the Church Stage Guild at Leicester... twice at Bournemouth during the winter of 1926 when poor Ada was so ill... No, I don't seem to have used it here since 1911, when you would have been too young to enjoy it..." The vicar's sister had engaged John in conversation. He was telling her the story of Peppermint: "...he'd... | when he began about their distant homes, it was time to be dusting their knees and feeling for their umbrellas. "...And so as we stand here bareheaded at this solemn hour of the week," he read, his powerful old voice swelling up for peroration, "let us remember our Gracious Queen Empress in whose service we are here, a... | one I invariably choose. Let me see now, I always make a note of the times I use it." The old clergyman opened the manuscript book he was carrying. It had a limp black cover and the pages were yellow with age. "Ah yes, here we are. I preached it first in Jellalabad when the Coldstream Guards were there; then I used it ... | A Handful Of Dust |
he was saying, | No speaker | Now cut to me again,"<|quote|>he was saying,</|quote|>"and I'll see if it's | Brenda's fortune with cards. "... Now cut to me again,"<|quote|>he was saying,</|quote|>"and I'll see if it's any clearer... Oh yes... there | friends living down here." "Tony's gone to church." "Yes, he likes that. He'll be back soon. Let's go out for a minute or two, it looks lovely." When Tony came back they were sitting in the library. Beaver was telling Brenda's fortune with cards. "... Now cut to me again,"<|quote|>he was saying,</|quote|>"and I'll see ... | bet you didn't." "Well, I'm not a very good sleeper." "Next time you come you shall have a different room. But I daresay you won't ever come again. People so seldom do. It is very sad because it's such fun for us having them and we never make any new friends living down here." "Tony's gone to church." "Yes, he likes th... | leaded devices into countless points and patches of coloured light. Brenda descended the great staircase step by step through alternations of dusk and rainbow. Both hands were occupied, holding to her breast a bag, a small hat, a half-finished panel of petit-point embroidery and a vast, disordered sheaf of Sunday newsp... | twice at Bournemouth during the winter of 1926 when poor Ada was so ill... No, I don't seem to have used it here since 1911, when you would have been too young to enjoy it..." The vicar's sister had engaged John in conversation. He was telling her the story of Peppermint: "...he'd have been all right, Ben says, if he h... | homes, it was time to be dusting their knees and feeling for their umbrellas. "...And so as we stand here bareheaded at this solemn hour of the week," he read, his powerful old voice swelling up for peroration, "let us remember our Gracious Queen Empress in whose service we are here, and pray that she may long be spare... | formula when he appeared at church without her. "A most interesting sermon, Vicar." "My dear boy, I'm delighted to hear you say so. It is one of my favourites. But have you never heard it before?" "No, I assure you." "I haven't used it here lately. When I am asked to supply elsewhere it is the one I invariably choose. ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"and I'll see if it's any clearer... Oh yes... there is going to be a sudden death which will cause you great pleasure and profit. In fact you are going to kill someone. I can't tell if it's a man or a woman... yes, a woman... then you are going to go on a long journey across the sea, marry six dark men and have eleven... | John Beaver | me again," he was saying,<|quote|>"and I'll see if it's any clearer... Oh yes... there is going to be a sudden death which will cause you great pleasure and profit. In fact you are going to kill someone. I can't tell if it's a man or a woman... yes, a woman... then you are going to go on a long journey across the sea, ... | cards. "... Now cut to me again," he was saying,<|quote|>"and I'll see if it's any clearer... Oh yes... there is going to be a sudden death which will cause you great pleasure and profit. In fact you are going to kill someone. I can't tell if it's a man or a woman... yes, a woman... then you are going to go on a long j... | here." "Tony's gone to church." "Yes, he likes that. He'll be back soon. Let's go out for a minute or two, it looks lovely." When Tony came back they were sitting in the library. Beaver was telling Brenda's fortune with cards. "... Now cut to me again," he was saying,<|quote|>"and I'll see if it's any clearer... Oh yes... | "Well, I'm not a very good sleeper." "Next time you come you shall have a different room. But I daresay you won't ever come again. People so seldom do. It is very sad because it's such fun for us having them and we never make any new friends living down here." "Tony's gone to church." "Yes, he likes that. He'll be back... | countless points and patches of coloured light. Brenda descended the great staircase step by step through alternations of dusk and rainbow. Both hands were occupied, holding to her breast a bag, a small hat, a half-finished panel of petit-point embroidery and a vast, disordered sheaf of Sunday newspapers, above which o... | during the winter of 1926 when poor Ada was so ill... No, I don't seem to have used it here since 1911, when you would have been too young to enjoy it..." The vicar's sister had engaged John in conversation. He was telling her the story of Peppermint: "...he'd have been all right, Ben says, if he had been able to cat t... | time to be dusting their knees and feeling for their umbrellas. "...And so as we stand here bareheaded at this solemn hour of the week," he read, his powerful old voice swelling up for peroration, "let us remember our Gracious Queen Empress in whose service we are here, and pray that she may long be spared to send us a... | horses..." Nanny grasped him firmly and hurried him towards home. "How many times have I told you not to go repeating whatever Ben Hacket tells you? Miss Tendril didn't want to hear about Peppermint. And don't ever use that rude word "cat" again." "It only means to be sick." "Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in bein... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Beast. And all this time I've been thinking it was serious. Hullo, Tony. Jolly church?" | Brenda | grow a beard and die."<|quote|>"Beast. And all this time I've been thinking it was serious. Hullo, Tony. Jolly church?"</|quote|>"Most enjoyable; how about some | men and have eleven children, grow a beard and die."<|quote|>"Beast. And all this time I've been thinking it was serious. Hullo, Tony. Jolly church?"</|quote|>"Most enjoyable; how about some sherry?" When they were alone | pleasure and profit. In fact you are going to kill someone. I can't tell if it's a man or a woman... yes, a woman... then you are going to go on a long journey across the sea, marry six dark men and have eleven children, grow a beard and die."<|quote|>"Beast. And all this time I've been thinking it was serious. Hullo, ... | looks lovely." When Tony came back they were sitting in the library. Beaver was telling Brenda's fortune with cards. "... Now cut to me again," he was saying, "and I'll see if it's any clearer... Oh yes... there is going to be a sudden death which will cause you great pleasure and profit. In fact you are going to kill ... | of the stairs looking up at her. "I say, can't I carry something?" "No thanks, I've got everything safe. How did you sleep?" "Beautifully." "I bet you didn't." "Well, I'm not a very good sleeper." "Next time you come you shall have a different room. But I daresay you won't ever come again. People so seldom do. It is ve... | Nanny grasped him firmly and hurried him towards home. "How many times have I told you not to go repeating whatever Ben Hacket tells you? Miss Tendril didn't want to hear about Peppermint. And don't ever use that rude word "cat" again." "It only means to be sick." "Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..." ... | earth; and let us think of our dear ones far away and the homes we have left in her name, and remember that though miles of barren continent and leagues of ocean divide us, we are never so near to them as on these Sunday mornings, united with them across dune and mountain in our loyalty to our sovereign and thanksgivin... | was carrying. It had a limp black cover and the pages were yellow with age. "Ah yes, here we are. I preached it first in Jellalabad when the Coldstream Guards were there; then I used it in the Red Sea coming home from my fourth leave; then at Sidmouth... Mentone... Winchester... to the Girl Guides at their summer rally... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Most enjoyable; how about some sherry?" | Tony Last | serious. Hullo, Tony. Jolly church?"<|quote|>"Most enjoyable; how about some sherry?"</|quote|>When they were alone together, | I've been thinking it was serious. Hullo, Tony. Jolly church?"<|quote|>"Most enjoyable; how about some sherry?"</|quote|>When they were alone together, just before luncheon, he said, | it's a man or a woman... yes, a woman... then you are going to go on a long journey across the sea, marry six dark men and have eleven children, grow a beard and die." "Beast. And all this time I've been thinking it was serious. Hullo, Tony. Jolly church?"<|quote|>"Most enjoyable; how about some sherry?"</|quote|>When ... | Brenda's fortune with cards. "... Now cut to me again," he was saying, "and I'll see if it's any clearer... Oh yes... there is going to be a sudden death which will cause you great pleasure and profit. In fact you are going to kill someone. I can't tell if it's a man or a woman... yes, a woman... then you are going to ... | I've got everything safe. How did you sleep?" "Beautifully." "I bet you didn't." "Well, I'm not a very good sleeper." "Next time you come you shall have a different room. But I daresay you won't ever come again. People so seldom do. It is very sad because it's such fun for us having them and we never make any new frien... | you not to go repeating whatever Ben Hacket tells you? Miss Tendril didn't want to hear about Peppermint. And don't ever use that rude word "cat" again." "It only means to be sick." "Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..." As the gathering between porch and lychgate began to disperse, Tony set off towards... | have left in her name, and remember that though miles of barren continent and leagues of ocean divide us, we are never so near to them as on these Sunday mornings, united with them across dune and mountain in our loyalty to our sovereign and thanksgiving for her welfare; one with them as proud subjects of her sceptre a... | sick." "Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..." As the gathering between porch and lychgate began to disperse, Tony set off towards the gardens. There was a good choice of buttonholes in the hothouses; he picked lemon carnations with crinkled, crimson edges for himself and Beaver and a camellia for his wi... | A Handful Of Dust |
When they were alone together, just before luncheon, he said, | No speaker | enjoyable; how about some sherry?"<|quote|>When they were alone together, just before luncheon, he said,</|quote|>"Darling, you're being heroic with | Hullo, Tony. Jolly church?" "Most enjoyable; how about some sherry?"<|quote|>When they were alone together, just before luncheon, he said,</|quote|>"Darling, you're being heroic with Beaver." "Oh, I quite enjoy | yes, a woman... then you are going to go on a long journey across the sea, marry six dark men and have eleven children, grow a beard and die." "Beast. And all this time I've been thinking it was serious. Hullo, Tony. Jolly church?" "Most enjoyable; how about some sherry?"<|quote|>When they were alone together, just bef... | cut to me again," he was saying, "and I'll see if it's any clearer... Oh yes... there is going to be a sudden death which will cause you great pleasure and profit. In fact you are going to kill someone. I can't tell if it's a man or a woman... yes, a woman... then you are going to go on a long journey across the sea, m... | you sleep?" "Beautifully." "I bet you didn't." "Well, I'm not a very good sleeper." "Next time you come you shall have a different room. But I daresay you won't ever come again. People so seldom do. It is very sad because it's such fun for us having them and we never make any new friends living down here." "Tony's gone... | Ben Hacket tells you? Miss Tendril didn't want to hear about Peppermint. And don't ever use that rude word "cat" again." "It only means to be sick." "Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..." As the gathering between porch and lychgate began to disperse, Tony set off towards the gardens. There was a good ch... | remember that though miles of barren continent and leagues of ocean divide us, we are never so near to them as on these Sunday mornings, united with them across dune and mountain in our loyalty to our sovereign and thanksgiving for her welfare; one with them as proud subjects of her sceptre and crown." (" "The Reverend... | Leicester... twice at Bournemouth during the winter of 1926 when poor Ada was so ill... No, I don't seem to have used it here since 1911, when you would have been too young to enjoy it..." The vicar's sister had engaged John in conversation. He was telling her the story of Peppermint: "...he'd have been all right, Ben ... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Darling, you're being heroic with Beaver." | Tony Last | just before luncheon, he said,<|quote|>"Darling, you're being heroic with Beaver."</|quote|>"Oh, I quite enjoy coping--in | When they were alone together, just before luncheon, he said,<|quote|>"Darling, you're being heroic with Beaver."</|quote|>"Oh, I quite enjoy coping--in fact I'm bitching him rather." | a long journey across the sea, marry six dark men and have eleven children, grow a beard and die." "Beast. And all this time I've been thinking it was serious. Hullo, Tony. Jolly church?" "Most enjoyable; how about some sherry?" When they were alone together, just before luncheon, he said,<|quote|>"Darling, you're bein... | if it's any clearer... Oh yes... there is going to be a sudden death which will cause you great pleasure and profit. In fact you are going to kill someone. I can't tell if it's a man or a woman... yes, a woman... then you are going to go on a long journey across the sea, marry six dark men and have eleven children, gro... | a very good sleeper." "Next time you come you shall have a different room. But I daresay you won't ever come again. People so seldom do. It is very sad because it's such fun for us having them and we never make any new friends living down here." "Tony's gone to church." "Yes, he likes that. He'll be back soon. Let's go... | about Peppermint. And don't ever use that rude word "cat" again." "It only means to be sick." "Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..." As the gathering between porch and lychgate began to disperse, Tony set off towards the gardens. There was a good choice of buttonholes in the hothouses; he picked lemon c... | ocean divide us, we are never so near to them as on these Sunday mornings, united with them across dune and mountain in our loyalty to our sovereign and thanksgiving for her welfare; one with them as proud subjects of her sceptre and crown." (" "The Reverend Tendril "e do speak uncommon "igh of the Queen," a gardener's... | got everything safe. How did you sleep?" "Beautifully." "I bet you didn't." "Well, I'm not a very good sleeper." "Next time you come you shall have a different room. But I daresay you won't ever come again. People so seldom do. It is very sad because it's such fun for us having them and we never make any new friends li... | A Handful Of Dust |
"Oh, I quite enjoy coping--in fact I'm bitching him rather." | Brenda | you're being heroic with Beaver."<|quote|>"Oh, I quite enjoy coping--in fact I'm bitching him rather."</|quote|>"So I saw. Well, I'll | before luncheon, he said, "Darling, you're being heroic with Beaver."<|quote|>"Oh, I quite enjoy coping--in fact I'm bitching him rather."</|quote|>"So I saw. Well, I'll look after him this afternoon | marry six dark men and have eleven children, grow a beard and die." "Beast. And all this time I've been thinking it was serious. Hullo, Tony. Jolly church?" "Most enjoyable; how about some sherry?" When they were alone together, just before luncheon, he said, "Darling, you're being heroic with Beaver."<|quote|>"Oh, I q... | there is going to be a sudden death which will cause you great pleasure and profit. In fact you are going to kill someone. I can't tell if it's a man or a woman... yes, a woman... then you are going to go on a long journey across the sea, marry six dark men and have eleven children, grow a beard and die." "Beast. And a... | you come you shall have a different room. But I daresay you won't ever come again. People so seldom do. It is very sad because it's such fun for us having them and we never make any new friends living down here." "Tony's gone to church." "Yes, he likes that. He'll be back soon. Let's go out for a minute or two, it look... | that rude word "cat" again." "It only means to be sick." "Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..." As the gathering between porch and lychgate began to disperse, Tony set off towards the gardens. There was a good choice of buttonholes in the hothouses; he picked lemon carnations with crinkled, crimson edge... | so near to them as on these Sunday mornings, united with them across dune and mountain in our loyalty to our sovereign and thanksgiving for her welfare; one with them as proud subjects of her sceptre and crown." (" "The Reverend Tendril "e do speak uncommon "igh of the Queen," a gardener's wife had once remarked to Ton... | rally in 1921... the Church Stage Guild at Leicester... twice at Bournemouth during the winter of 1926 when poor Ada was so ill... No, I don't seem to have used it here since 1911, when you would have been too young to enjoy it..." The vicar's sister had engaged John in conversation. He was telling her the story of Pep... | A Handful Of Dust |
"So I saw. Well, I'll look after him this afternoon and he's going this evening." | Tony Last | fact I'm bitching him rather."<|quote|>"So I saw. Well, I'll look after him this afternoon and he's going this evening."</|quote|>"Is he? I'll be quite | "Oh, I quite enjoy coping--in fact I'm bitching him rather."<|quote|>"So I saw. Well, I'll look after him this afternoon and he's going this evening."</|quote|>"Is he? I'll be quite sorry. You know that's a | beard and die." "Beast. And all this time I've been thinking it was serious. Hullo, Tony. Jolly church?" "Most enjoyable; how about some sherry?" When they were alone together, just before luncheon, he said, "Darling, you're being heroic with Beaver." "Oh, I quite enjoy coping--in fact I'm bitching him rather."<|quote|... | cause you great pleasure and profit. In fact you are going to kill someone. I can't tell if it's a man or a woman... yes, a woman... then you are going to go on a long journey across the sea, marry six dark men and have eleven children, grow a beard and die." "Beast. And all this time I've been thinking it was serious.... | daresay you won't ever come again. People so seldom do. It is very sad because it's such fun for us having them and we never make any new friends living down here." "Tony's gone to church." "Yes, he likes that. He'll be back soon. Let's go out for a minute or two, it looks lovely." When Tony came back they were sitting... | sick." "Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..." As the gathering between porch and lychgate began to disperse, Tony set off towards the gardens. There was a good choice of buttonholes in the hothouses; he picked lemon carnations with crinkled, crimson edges for himself and Beaver and a camellia for his wi... | with them across dune and mountain in our loyalty to our sovereign and thanksgiving for her welfare; one with them as proud subjects of her sceptre and crown." (" "The Reverend Tendril "e do speak uncommon "igh of the Queen," a gardener's wife had once remarked to Tony.) After the choir had filed out, during the last h... | him towards home. "How many times have I told you not to go repeating whatever Ben Hacket tells you? Miss Tendril didn't want to hear about Peppermint. And don't ever use that rude word "cat" again." "It only means to be sick." "Well, Miss Tendril isn't interested in being sick..." As the gathering between porch and ly... | A Handful Of Dust |
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