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NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning and this ra... | No speaker | <|quote|>NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning an... | <|quote|>NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning an... | <|quote|>NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning an... | <|quote|>NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning an... | <|quote|>NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning an... | <|quote|>NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning an... | <|quote|>NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning an... | <|quote|>NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning an... | Night And Day |
"Now, do you think we re enjoying ourselves enormously?" | Katharine Hilbery | him, in her own mind,<|quote|>"Now, do you think we re enjoying ourselves enormously?"</|quote|>"... "Mr. Denham, mother," she | shook hands with him, asked him, in her own mind,<|quote|>"Now, do you think we re enjoying ourselves enormously?"</|quote|>"... "Mr. Denham, mother," she said aloud, for she saw | noise, for the credit of the house presumably, since she herself had not been feeling exhilarated. At the very same moment, rather to her amusement, the door was flung open, and a young man entered the room. Katharine, as she shook hands with him, asked him, in her own mind,<|quote|>"Now, do you think we re enjoying ou... | creditable to the hostess. It suddenly came into Katharine s mind that if some one opened the door at this moment he would think that they were enjoying themselves; he would think, "What an extremely nice house to come into!" and instinctively she laughed, and said something to increase the noise, for the credit of the... | it take its way for the six hundredth time, perhaps, without bringing into play any of her unoccupied faculties. A single glance was enough to show that Mrs. Hilbery was so rich in the gifts which make tea-parties of elderly distinguished people successful, that she scarcely needed any help from her daughter, provided ... | NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning and this ra... | NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning and this ra... | NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning and this ra... | Night And Day |
"... | No speaker | we re enjoying ourselves enormously?"<|quote|>"...</|quote|>"Mr. Denham, mother," she said | mind, "Now, do you think we re enjoying ourselves enormously?"<|quote|>"...</|quote|>"Mr. Denham, mother," she said aloud, for she saw that | she herself had not been feeling exhilarated. At the very same moment, rather to her amusement, the door was flung open, and a young man entered the room. Katharine, as she shook hands with him, asked him, in her own mind, "Now, do you think we re enjoying ourselves enormously?"<|quote|>"...</|quote|>"Mr. Denham, mothe... | s mind that if some one opened the door at this moment he would think that they were enjoying themselves; he would think, "What an extremely nice house to come into!" and instinctively she laughed, and said something to increase the noise, for the credit of the house presumably, since she herself had not been feeling e... | perhaps, without bringing into play any of her unoccupied faculties. A single glance was enough to show that Mrs. Hilbery was so rich in the gifts which make tea-parties of elderly distinguished people successful, that she scarcely needed any help from her daughter, provided that the tiresome business of teacups and br... | NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning and this ra... | NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning and this ra... | NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning and this ra... | Night And Day |
"Mr. Denham, mother," | Katharine Hilbery | re enjoying ourselves enormously?" "...<|quote|>"Mr. Denham, mother,"</|quote|>she said aloud, for she | "Now, do you think we re enjoying ourselves enormously?" "...<|quote|>"Mr. Denham, mother,"</|quote|>she said aloud, for she saw that her mother had | herself had not been feeling exhilarated. At the very same moment, rather to her amusement, the door was flung open, and a young man entered the room. Katharine, as she shook hands with him, asked him, in her own mind, "Now, do you think we re enjoying ourselves enormously?" "...<|quote|>"Mr. Denham, mother,"</|quote|>... | mind that if some one opened the door at this moment he would think that they were enjoying themselves; he would think, "What an extremely nice house to come into!" and instinctively she laughed, and said something to increase the noise, for the credit of the house presumably, since she herself had not been feeling exh... | without bringing into play any of her unoccupied faculties. A single glance was enough to show that Mrs. Hilbery was so rich in the gifts which make tea-parties of elderly distinguished people successful, that she scarcely needed any help from her daughter, provided that the tiresome business of teacups and bread and b... | NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning and this ra... | NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning and this ra... | NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning and this ra... | Night And Day |
she said aloud, for she saw that her mother had forgotten his name. That fact was perceptible to Mr. Denham also, and increased the awkwardness which inevitably attends the entrance of a stranger into a room full of people much at their ease, and all launched upon sentences. At the same time, it seemed to Mr. Denham as... | No speaker | enormously?" "... "Mr. Denham, mother,"<|quote|>she said aloud, for she saw that her mother had forgotten his name. That fact was perceptible to Mr. Denham also, and increased the awkwardness which inevitably attends the entrance of a stranger into a room full of people much at their ease, and all launched upon sentenc... | think we re enjoying ourselves enormously?" "... "Mr. Denham, mother,"<|quote|>she said aloud, for she saw that her mother had forgotten his name. That fact was perceptible to Mr. Denham also, and increased the awkwardness which inevitably attends the entrance of a stranger into a room full of people much at their ease... | been feeling exhilarated. At the very same moment, rather to her amusement, the door was flung open, and a young man entered the room. Katharine, as she shook hands with him, asked him, in her own mind, "Now, do you think we re enjoying ourselves enormously?" "... "Mr. Denham, mother,"<|quote|>she said aloud, for she s... | some one opened the door at this moment he would think that they were enjoying themselves; he would think, "What an extremely nice house to come into!" and instinctively she laughed, and said something to increase the noise, for the credit of the house presumably, since she herself had not been feeling exhilarated. At ... | play any of her unoccupied faculties. A single glance was enough to show that Mrs. Hilbery was so rich in the gifts which make tea-parties of elderly distinguished people successful, that she scarcely needed any help from her daughter, provided that the tiresome business of teacups and bread and butter was discharged f... | NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning and this ra... | NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning and this ra... | But although she was silent, she was evidently mistress of a situation which was familiar enough to her, and inclined to let it take its way for the six hundredth time, perhaps, without bringing into play any of her unoccupied faculties. A single glance was enough to show that Mrs. Hilbery was so rich in the gifts whic... | Night And Day |
"Now, what would you do if you were married to an engineer, and had to live in Manchester, Mr. Denham?" | Mrs. Hilbery | leaning towards him and remarking:<|quote|>"Now, what would you do if you were married to an engineer, and had to live in Manchester, Mr. Denham?"</|quote|>"Surely she could learn Persian," | joined the severed parts by leaning towards him and remarking:<|quote|>"Now, what would you do if you were married to an engineer, and had to live in Manchester, Mr. Denham?"</|quote|>"Surely she could learn Persian," broke in a thin, elderly | drawing-room was thickened by blue grains of mist. Mr. Denham had come in as Mr. Fortescue, the eminent novelist, reached the middle of a very long sentence. He kept this suspended while the newcomer sat down, and Mrs. Hilbery deftly joined the severed parts by leaning towards him and remarking:<|quote|>"Now, what woul... | quick walk along the streets and in and out of traffic and foot-passengers, this drawing-room seemed very remote and still; and the faces of the elderly people were mellowed, at some distance from each other, and had a bloom on them owing to the fact that the air in the drawing-room was thickened by blue grains of mist... | inevitably attends the entrance of a stranger into a room full of people much at their ease, and all launched upon sentences. At the same time, it seemed to Mr. Denham as if a thousand softly padded doors had closed between him and the street outside. A fine mist, the etherealized essence of the fog, hung visibly in th... | elderly distinguished people successful, that she scarcely needed any help from her daughter, provided that the tiresome business of teacups and bread and butter was discharged for her. Considering that the little party had been seated round the tea-table for less than twenty minutes, the animation observable on their ... | NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning and this ra... | tea-table for less than twenty minutes, the animation observable on their faces, and the amount of sound they were producing collectively, were very creditable to the hostess. It suddenly came into Katharine s mind that if some one opened the door at this moment he would think that they were enjoying themselves; he wou... | Night And Day |
broke in a thin, elderly gentleman. | No speaker | "Surely she could learn Persian,"<|quote|>broke in a thin, elderly gentleman.</|quote|>"Is there no retired schoolmaster | live in Manchester, Mr. Denham?" "Surely she could learn Persian,"<|quote|>broke in a thin, elderly gentleman.</|quote|>"Is there no retired schoolmaster or man of letters in | long sentence. He kept this suspended while the newcomer sat down, and Mrs. Hilbery deftly joined the severed parts by leaning towards him and remarking: "Now, what would you do if you were married to an engineer, and had to live in Manchester, Mr. Denham?" "Surely she could learn Persian,"<|quote|>broke in a thin, eld... | elderly people were mellowed, at some distance from each other, and had a bloom on them owing to the fact that the air in the drawing-room was thickened by blue grains of mist. Mr. Denham had come in as Mr. Fortescue, the eminent novelist, reached the middle of a very long sentence. He kept this suspended while the new... | time, it seemed to Mr. Denham as if a thousand softly padded doors had closed between him and the street outside. A fine mist, the etherealized essence of the fog, hung visibly in the wide and rather empty space of the drawing-room, all silver where the candles were grouped on the tea-table, and ruddy again in the fire... | discharged for her. Considering that the little party had been seated round the tea-table for less than twenty minutes, the animation observable on their faces, and the amount of sound they were producing collectively, were very creditable to the hostess. It suddenly came into Katharine s mind that if some one opened t... | NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning and this ra... | although she was silent, she was evidently mistress of a situation which was familiar enough to her, and inclined to let it take its way for the six hundredth time, perhaps, without bringing into play any of her unoccupied faculties. A single glance was enough to show that Mrs. Hilbery was so rich in the gifts which ma... | Night And Day |
"A cousin of ours has married and gone to live in Manchester," | Katharine Hilbery | whom she could read Persian?"<|quote|>"A cousin of ours has married and gone to live in Manchester,"</|quote|>Katharine explained. Mr. Denham muttered | of letters in Manchester with whom she could read Persian?"<|quote|>"A cousin of ours has married and gone to live in Manchester,"</|quote|>Katharine explained. Mr. Denham muttered something, which was indeed all | and remarking: "Now, what would you do if you were married to an engineer, and had to live in Manchester, Mr. Denham?" "Surely she could learn Persian," broke in a thin, elderly gentleman. "Is there no retired schoolmaster or man of letters in Manchester with whom she could read Persian?"<|quote|>"A cousin of ours has ... | in the drawing-room was thickened by blue grains of mist. Mr. Denham had come in as Mr. Fortescue, the eminent novelist, reached the middle of a very long sentence. He kept this suspended while the newcomer sat down, and Mrs. Hilbery deftly joined the severed parts by leaning towards him and remarking: "Now, what would... | mist, the etherealized essence of the fog, hung visibly in the wide and rather empty space of the drawing-room, all silver where the candles were grouped on the tea-table, and ruddy again in the firelight. With the omnibuses and cabs still running in his head, and his body still tingling with his quick walk along the s... | their faces, and the amount of sound they were producing collectively, were very creditable to the hostess. It suddenly came into Katharine s mind that if some one opened the door at this moment he would think that they were enjoying themselves; he would think, "What an extremely nice house to come into!" and instincti... | NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning and this ra... | for she saw that her mother had forgotten his name. That fact was perceptible to Mr. Denham also, and increased the awkwardness which inevitably attends the entrance of a stranger into a room full of people much at their ease, and all launched upon sentences. At the same time, it seemed to Mr. Denham as if a thousand s... | Night And Day |
Katharine explained. Mr. Denham muttered something, which was indeed all that was required of him, and the novelist went on where he had left off. Privately, Mr. Denham cursed himself very sharply for having exchanged the freedom of the street for this sophisticated drawing-room, where, among other disagreeables, he ce... | No speaker | gone to live in Manchester,"<|quote|>Katharine explained. Mr. Denham muttered something, which was indeed all that was required of him, and the novelist went on where he had left off. Privately, Mr. Denham cursed himself very sharply for having exchanged the freedom of the street for this sophisticated drawing-room, wh... | of ours has married and gone to live in Manchester,"<|quote|>Katharine explained. Mr. Denham muttered something, which was indeed all that was required of him, and the novelist went on where he had left off. Privately, Mr. Denham cursed himself very sharply for having exchanged the freedom of the street for this sophis... | an engineer, and had to live in Manchester, Mr. Denham?" "Surely she could learn Persian," broke in a thin, elderly gentleman. "Is there no retired schoolmaster or man of letters in Manchester with whom she could read Persian?" "A cousin of ours has married and gone to live in Manchester,"<|quote|>Katharine explained. ... | had come in as Mr. Fortescue, the eminent novelist, reached the middle of a very long sentence. He kept this suspended while the newcomer sat down, and Mrs. Hilbery deftly joined the severed parts by leaning towards him and remarking: "Now, what would you do if you were married to an engineer, and had to live in Manche... | and rather empty space of the drawing-room, all silver where the candles were grouped on the tea-table, and ruddy again in the firelight. With the omnibuses and cabs still running in his head, and his body still tingling with his quick walk along the streets and in and out of traffic and foot-passengers, this drawing-r... | very creditable to the hostess. It suddenly came into Katharine s mind that if some one opened the door at this moment he would think that they were enjoying themselves; he would think, "What an extremely nice house to come into!" and instinctively she laughed, and said something to increase the noise, for the credit o... | NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning and this ra... | pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning and this rather subdued moment, and played with the things one does voluntarily and normally in the daylight. But although she was silent, she was evi... | Night And Day |
"Have you ever been to Manchester?" | Ralph Denham | glad to have met him.<|quote|>"Have you ever been to Manchester?"</|quote|>he asked Katharine. "Never," she | that to-morrow one might be glad to have met him.<|quote|>"Have you ever been to Manchester?"</|quote|>he asked Katharine. "Never," she replied. "Why do you object | drawing-room, where, among other disagreeables, he certainly would not appear at his best. He glanced round him, and saw that, save for Katharine, they were all over forty, the only consolation being that Mr. Fortescue was a considerable celebrity, so that to-morrow one might be glad to have met him.<|quote|>"Have you ... | married and gone to live in Manchester," Katharine explained. Mr. Denham muttered something, which was indeed all that was required of him, and the novelist went on where he had left off. Privately, Mr. Denham cursed himself very sharply for having exchanged the freedom of the street for this sophisticated drawing-room... | by blue grains of mist. Mr. Denham had come in as Mr. Fortescue, the eminent novelist, reached the middle of a very long sentence. He kept this suspended while the newcomer sat down, and Mrs. Hilbery deftly joined the severed parts by leaning towards him and remarking: "Now, what would you do if you were married to an ... | with him, asked him, in her own mind, "Now, do you think we re enjoying ourselves enormously?" "... "Mr. Denham, mother," she said aloud, for she saw that her mother had forgotten his name. That fact was perceptible to Mr. Denham also, and increased the awkwardness which inevitably attends the entrance of a stranger in... | NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning and this ra... | Denham also, and increased the awkwardness which inevitably attends the entrance of a stranger into a room full of people much at their ease, and all launched upon sentences. At the same time, it seemed to Mr. Denham as if a thousand softly padded doors had closed between him and the street outside. A fine mist, the et... | Night And Day |
he asked Katharine. | No speaker | you ever been to Manchester?"<|quote|>he asked Katharine.</|quote|>"Never," she replied. "Why do | to have met him. "Have you ever been to Manchester?"<|quote|>he asked Katharine.</|quote|>"Never," she replied. "Why do you object to it, then?" | certainly would not appear at his best. He glanced round him, and saw that, save for Katharine, they were all over forty, the only consolation being that Mr. Fortescue was a considerable celebrity, so that to-morrow one might be glad to have met him. "Have you ever been to Manchester?"<|quote|>he asked Katharine.</|quo... | Manchester," Katharine explained. Mr. Denham muttered something, which was indeed all that was required of him, and the novelist went on where he had left off. Privately, Mr. Denham cursed himself very sharply for having exchanged the freedom of the street for this sophisticated drawing-room, where, among other disagre... | Denham had come in as Mr. Fortescue, the eminent novelist, reached the middle of a very long sentence. He kept this suspended while the newcomer sat down, and Mrs. Hilbery deftly joined the severed parts by leaning towards him and remarking: "Now, what would you do if you were married to an engineer, and had to live in... | own mind, "Now, do you think we re enjoying ourselves enormously?" "... "Mr. Denham, mother," she said aloud, for she saw that her mother had forgotten his name. That fact was perceptible to Mr. Denham also, and increased the awkwardness which inevitably attends the entrance of a stranger into a room full of people muc... | NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning and this ra... | Katharine, as she shook hands with him, asked him, in her own mind, "Now, do you think we re enjoying ourselves enormously?" "... "Mr. Denham, mother," she said aloud, for she saw that her mother had forgotten his name. That fact was perceptible to Mr. Denham also, and increased the awkwardness which inevitably attends... | Night And Day |
"Never," | Katharine Hilbery | to Manchester?" he asked Katharine.<|quote|>"Never,"</|quote|>she replied. "Why do you | him. "Have you ever been to Manchester?" he asked Katharine.<|quote|>"Never,"</|quote|>she replied. "Why do you object to it, then?" Katharine | appear at his best. He glanced round him, and saw that, save for Katharine, they were all over forty, the only consolation being that Mr. Fortescue was a considerable celebrity, so that to-morrow one might be glad to have met him. "Have you ever been to Manchester?" he asked Katharine.<|quote|>"Never,"</|quote|>she rep... | Mr. Denham muttered something, which was indeed all that was required of him, and the novelist went on where he had left off. Privately, Mr. Denham cursed himself very sharply for having exchanged the freedom of the street for this sophisticated drawing-room, where, among other disagreeables, he certainly would not app... | in as Mr. Fortescue, the eminent novelist, reached the middle of a very long sentence. He kept this suspended while the newcomer sat down, and Mrs. Hilbery deftly joined the severed parts by leaning towards him and remarking: "Now, what would you do if you were married to an engineer, and had to live in Manchester, Mr.... | do you think we re enjoying ourselves enormously?" "... "Mr. Denham, mother," she said aloud, for she saw that her mother had forgotten his name. That fact was perceptible to Mr. Denham also, and increased the awkwardness which inevitably attends the entrance of a stranger into a room full of people much at their ease,... | NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning and this ra... | empty space of the drawing-room, all silver where the candles were grouped on the tea-table, and ruddy again in the firelight. With the omnibuses and cabs still running in his head, and his body still tingling with his quick walk along the streets and in and out of traffic and foot-passengers, this drawing-room seemed ... | Night And Day |
she replied. | No speaker | Manchester?" he asked Katharine. "Never,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"Why do you object to | "Have you ever been to Manchester?" he asked Katharine. "Never,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"Why do you object to it, then?" Katharine stirred her | at his best. He glanced round him, and saw that, save for Katharine, they were all over forty, the only consolation being that Mr. Fortescue was a considerable celebrity, so that to-morrow one might be glad to have met him. "Have you ever been to Manchester?" he asked Katharine. "Never,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"... | Denham muttered something, which was indeed all that was required of him, and the novelist went on where he had left off. Privately, Mr. Denham cursed himself very sharply for having exchanged the freedom of the street for this sophisticated drawing-room, where, among other disagreeables, he certainly would not appear ... | as Mr. Fortescue, the eminent novelist, reached the middle of a very long sentence. He kept this suspended while the newcomer sat down, and Mrs. Hilbery deftly joined the severed parts by leaning towards him and remarking: "Now, what would you do if you were married to an engineer, and had to live in Manchester, Mr. De... | you think we re enjoying ourselves enormously?" "... "Mr. Denham, mother," she said aloud, for she saw that her mother had forgotten his name. That fact was perceptible to Mr. Denham also, and increased the awkwardness which inevitably attends the entrance of a stranger into a room full of people much at their ease, an... | NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning and this ra... | the elderly people were mellowed, at some distance from each other, and had a bloom on them owing to the fact that the air in the drawing-room was thickened by blue grains of mist. Mr. Denham had come in as Mr. Fortescue, the eminent novelist, reached the middle of a very long sentence. He kept this suspended while the... | Night And Day |
"Why do you object to it, then?" | Ralph Denham | asked Katharine. "Never," she replied.<|quote|>"Why do you object to it, then?"</|quote|>Katharine stirred her tea, and | ever been to Manchester?" he asked Katharine. "Never," she replied.<|quote|>"Why do you object to it, then?"</|quote|>Katharine stirred her tea, and seemed to speculate, so Denham | best. He glanced round him, and saw that, save for Katharine, they were all over forty, the only consolation being that Mr. Fortescue was a considerable celebrity, so that to-morrow one might be glad to have met him. "Have you ever been to Manchester?" he asked Katharine. "Never," she replied.<|quote|>"Why do you objec... | something, which was indeed all that was required of him, and the novelist went on where he had left off. Privately, Mr. Denham cursed himself very sharply for having exchanged the freedom of the street for this sophisticated drawing-room, where, among other disagreeables, he certainly would not appear at his best. He ... | Fortescue, the eminent novelist, reached the middle of a very long sentence. He kept this suspended while the newcomer sat down, and Mrs. Hilbery deftly joined the severed parts by leaning towards him and remarking: "Now, what would you do if you were married to an engineer, and had to live in Manchester, Mr. Denham?" ... | we re enjoying ourselves enormously?" "... "Mr. Denham, mother," she said aloud, for she saw that her mother had forgotten his name. That fact was perceptible to Mr. Denham also, and increased the awkwardness which inevitably attends the entrance of a stranger into a room full of people much at their ease, and all laun... | NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning and this ra... | this drawing-room seemed very remote and still; and the faces of the elderly people were mellowed, at some distance from each other, and had a bloom on them owing to the fact that the air in the drawing-room was thickened by blue grains of mist. Mr. Denham had come in as Mr. Fortescue, the eminent novelist, reached the... | Night And Day |
Katharine stirred her tea, and seemed to speculate, so Denham thought, upon the duty of filling somebody else s cup, but she was really wondering how she was going to keep this strange young man in harmony with the rest. She observed that he was compressing his teacup, so that there was danger lest the thin china might... | No speaker | you object to it, then?"<|quote|>Katharine stirred her tea, and seemed to speculate, so Denham thought, upon the duty of filling somebody else s cup, but she was really wondering how she was going to keep this strange young man in harmony with the rest. She observed that he was compressing his teacup, so that there was... | "Never," she replied. "Why do you object to it, then?"<|quote|>Katharine stirred her tea, and seemed to speculate, so Denham thought, upon the duty of filling somebody else s cup, but she was really wondering how she was going to keep this strange young man in harmony with the rest. She observed that he was compressing... | that, save for Katharine, they were all over forty, the only consolation being that Mr. Fortescue was a considerable celebrity, so that to-morrow one might be glad to have met him. "Have you ever been to Manchester?" he asked Katharine. "Never," she replied. "Why do you object to it, then?"<|quote|>Katharine stirred he... | required of him, and the novelist went on where he had left off. Privately, Mr. Denham cursed himself very sharply for having exchanged the freedom of the street for this sophisticated drawing-room, where, among other disagreeables, he certainly would not appear at his best. He glanced round him, and saw that, save for... | of a very long sentence. He kept this suspended while the newcomer sat down, and Mrs. Hilbery deftly joined the severed parts by leaning towards him and remarking: "Now, what would you do if you were married to an engineer, and had to live in Manchester, Mr. Denham?" "Surely she could learn Persian," broke in a thin, e... | Denham, mother," she said aloud, for she saw that her mother had forgotten his name. That fact was perceptible to Mr. Denham also, and increased the awkwardness which inevitably attends the entrance of a stranger into a room full of people much at their ease, and all launched upon sentences. At the same time, it seemed... | NIGHT AND DAY CHAPTER I It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning and this ra... | extremely nice house to come into!" and instinctively she laughed, and said something to increase the noise, for the credit of the house presumably, since she herself had not been feeling exhilarated. At the very same moment, rather to her amusement, the door was flung open, and a young man entered the room. Katharine,... | Night And Day |
"I should think there would be no one to talk to in Manchester," | Katharine Hilbery | easily combined with the rest.<|quote|>"I should think there would be no one to talk to in Manchester,"</|quote|>she replied at random. Mr. | anyhow, he would not be easily combined with the rest.<|quote|>"I should think there would be no one to talk to in Manchester,"</|quote|>she replied at random. Mr. Fortescue had been observing her | face slightly reddened by the wind, and his hair not altogether smooth, to be nervous in such a party. Further, he probably disliked this kind of thing, and had come out of curiosity, or because her father had invited him anyhow, he would not be easily combined with the rest.<|quote|>"I should think there would be no o... | she was going to keep this strange young man in harmony with the rest. She observed that he was compressing his teacup, so that there was danger lest the thin china might cave inwards. She could see that he was nervous; one would expect a bony young man with his face slightly reddened by the wind, and his hair not alto... | the street for this sophisticated drawing-room, where, among other disagreeables, he certainly would not appear at his best. He glanced round him, and saw that, save for Katharine, they were all over forty, the only consolation being that Mr. Fortescue was a considerable celebrity, so that to-morrow one might be glad t... | with his quick walk along the streets and in and out of traffic and foot-passengers, this drawing-room seemed very remote and still; and the faces of the elderly people were mellowed, at some distance from each other, and had a bloom on them owing to the fact that the air in the drawing-room was thickened by blue grain... | part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning and this rather subdued moment, and played with the things one does voluntarily and normally in the daylight. But although she was silent, she was evidently mistress of a situation wh... | of the elderly people were mellowed, at some distance from each other, and had a bloom on them owing to the fact that the air in the drawing-room was thickened by blue grains of mist. Mr. Denham had come in as Mr. Fortescue, the eminent novelist, reached the middle of a very long sentence. He kept this suspended while ... | Night And Day |
she replied at random. Mr. Fortescue had been observing her for a moment or two, as novelists are inclined to observe, and at this remark he smiled, and made it the text for a little further speculation. | No speaker | to talk to in Manchester,"<|quote|>she replied at random. Mr. Fortescue had been observing her for a moment or two, as novelists are inclined to observe, and at this remark he smiled, and made it the text for a little further speculation.</|quote|>"In spite of a slight | there would be no one to talk to in Manchester,"<|quote|>she replied at random. Mr. Fortescue had been observing her for a moment or two, as novelists are inclined to observe, and at this remark he smiled, and made it the text for a little further speculation.</|quote|>"In spite of a slight tendency to exaggeration, Ka... | be nervous in such a party. Further, he probably disliked this kind of thing, and had come out of curiosity, or because her father had invited him anyhow, he would not be easily combined with the rest. "I should think there would be no one to talk to in Manchester,"<|quote|>she replied at random. Mr. Fortescue had been... | rest. She observed that he was compressing his teacup, so that there was danger lest the thin china might cave inwards. She could see that he was nervous; one would expect a bony young man with his face slightly reddened by the wind, and his hair not altogether smooth, to be nervous in such a party. Further, he probabl... | not appear at his best. He glanced round him, and saw that, save for Katharine, they were all over forty, the only consolation being that Mr. Fortescue was a considerable celebrity, so that to-morrow one might be glad to have met him. "Have you ever been to Manchester?" he asked Katharine. "Never," she replied. "Why do... | and foot-passengers, this drawing-room seemed very remote and still; and the faces of the elderly people were mellowed, at some distance from each other, and had a bloom on them owing to the fact that the air in the drawing-room was thickened by blue grains of mist. Mr. Denham had come in as Mr. Fortescue, the eminent ... | the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning and this rather subdued moment, and played with the things one does voluntarily and normally in the daylight. But although she was silent, she was evidently mistress of a situation which was familiar enough to her, and inclined to let it take its way for... | the fog, hung visibly in the wide and rather empty space of the drawing-room, all silver where the candles were grouped on the tea-table, and ruddy again in the firelight. With the omnibuses and cabs still running in his head, and his body still tingling with his quick walk along the streets and in and out of traffic a... | Night And Day |
he said, and lying back in his chair, with his opaque contemplative eyes fixed on the ceiling, and the tips of his fingers pressed together, he depicted, first the horrors of the streets of Manchester, and then the bare, immense moors on the outskirts of the town, and then the scrubby little house in which the girl wou... | No speaker | Katharine decidedly hits the mark,"<|quote|>he said, and lying back in his chair, with his opaque contemplative eyes fixed on the ceiling, and the tips of his fingers pressed together, he depicted, first the horrors of the streets of Manchester, and then the bare, immense moors on the outskirts of the town, and then th... | a slight tendency to exaggeration, Katharine decidedly hits the mark,"<|quote|>he said, and lying back in his chair, with his opaque contemplative eyes fixed on the ceiling, and the tips of his fingers pressed together, he depicted, first the horrors of the streets of Manchester, and then the bare, immense moors on the... | she replied at random. Mr. Fortescue had been observing her for a moment or two, as novelists are inclined to observe, and at this remark he smiled, and made it the text for a little further speculation. "In spite of a slight tendency to exaggeration, Katharine decidedly hits the mark,"<|quote|>he said, and lying back ... | be nervous in such a party. Further, he probably disliked this kind of thing, and had come out of curiosity, or because her father had invited him anyhow, he would not be easily combined with the rest. "I should think there would be no one to talk to in Manchester," she replied at random. Mr. Fortescue had been observi... | Katharine. "Never," she replied. "Why do you object to it, then?" Katharine stirred her tea, and seemed to speculate, so Denham thought, upon the duty of filling somebody else s cup, but she was really wondering how she was going to keep this strange young man in harmony with the rest. She observed that he was compress... | come in as Mr. Fortescue, the eminent novelist, reached the middle of a very long sentence. He kept this suspended while the newcomer sat down, and Mrs. Hilbery deftly joined the severed parts by leaning towards him and remarking: "Now, what would you do if you were married to an engineer, and had to live in Manchester... | it take its way for the six hundredth time, perhaps, without bringing into play any of her unoccupied faculties. A single glance was enough to show that Mrs. Hilbery was so rich in the gifts which make tea-parties of elderly distinguished people successful, that she scarcely needed any help from her daughter, provided ... | of the fog, hung visibly in the wide and rather empty space of the drawing-room, all silver where the candles were grouped on the tea-table, and ruddy again in the firelight. With the omnibuses and cabs still running in his head, and his body still tingling with his quick walk along the streets and in and out of traffi... | Night And Day |
"Oh, Mr. Fortescue," | Mrs. Hilbery | butchers shops, poor dear creature.<|quote|>"Oh, Mr. Fortescue,"</|quote|>exclaimed Mrs. Hilbery, as he | chain, past rows of clamorous butchers shops, poor dear creature.<|quote|>"Oh, Mr. Fortescue,"</|quote|>exclaimed Mrs. Hilbery, as he finished, "I had just written | of our younger dramatists, who would visit her, and how her appearance would change by degrees, and how she would fly to London, and how Katharine would have to lead her about, as one leads an eager dog on a chain, past rows of clamorous butchers shops, poor dear creature.<|quote|>"Oh, Mr. Fortescue,"</|quote|>exclaime... | together, he depicted, first the horrors of the streets of Manchester, and then the bare, immense moors on the outskirts of the town, and then the scrubby little house in which the girl would live, and then the professors and the miserable young students devoted to the more strenuous works of our younger dramatists, wh... | had invited him anyhow, he would not be easily combined with the rest. "I should think there would be no one to talk to in Manchester," she replied at random. Mr. Fortescue had been observing her for a moment or two, as novelists are inclined to observe, and at this remark he smiled, and made it the text for a little f... | Privately, Mr. Denham cursed himself very sharply for having exchanged the freedom of the street for this sophisticated drawing-room, where, among other disagreeables, he certainly would not appear at his best. He glanced round him, and saw that, save for Katharine, they were all over forty, the only consolation being ... | that they were enjoying themselves; he would think, "What an extremely nice house to come into!" and instinctively she laughed, and said something to increase the noise, for the credit of the house presumably, since she herself had not been feeling exhilarated. At the very same moment, rather to her amusement, the door... | by blue grains of mist. Mr. Denham had come in as Mr. Fortescue, the eminent novelist, reached the middle of a very long sentence. He kept this suspended while the newcomer sat down, and Mrs. Hilbery deftly joined the severed parts by leaning towards him and remarking: "Now, what would you do if you were married to an ... | Night And Day |
exclaimed Mrs. Hilbery, as he finished, | No speaker | dear creature. "Oh, Mr. Fortescue,"<|quote|>exclaimed Mrs. Hilbery, as he finished,</|quote|>"I had just written to | of clamorous butchers shops, poor dear creature. "Oh, Mr. Fortescue,"<|quote|>exclaimed Mrs. Hilbery, as he finished,</|quote|>"I had just written to say how I envied her! | dramatists, who would visit her, and how her appearance would change by degrees, and how she would fly to London, and how Katharine would have to lead her about, as one leads an eager dog on a chain, past rows of clamorous butchers shops, poor dear creature. "Oh, Mr. Fortescue,"<|quote|>exclaimed Mrs. Hilbery, as he fi... | first the horrors of the streets of Manchester, and then the bare, immense moors on the outskirts of the town, and then the scrubby little house in which the girl would live, and then the professors and the miserable young students devoted to the more strenuous works of our younger dramatists, who would visit her, and ... | anyhow, he would not be easily combined with the rest. "I should think there would be no one to talk to in Manchester," she replied at random. Mr. Fortescue had been observing her for a moment or two, as novelists are inclined to observe, and at this remark he smiled, and made it the text for a little further speculati... | cursed himself very sharply for having exchanged the freedom of the street for this sophisticated drawing-room, where, among other disagreeables, he certainly would not appear at his best. He glanced round him, and saw that, save for Katharine, they were all over forty, the only consolation being that Mr. Fortescue was... | enjoying themselves; he would think, "What an extremely nice house to come into!" and instinctively she laughed, and said something to increase the noise, for the credit of the house presumably, since she herself had not been feeling exhilarated. At the very same moment, rather to her amusement, the door was flung open... | Hilbery deftly joined the severed parts by leaning towards him and remarking: "Now, what would you do if you were married to an engineer, and had to live in Manchester, Mr. Denham?" "Surely she could learn Persian," broke in a thin, elderly gentleman. "Is there no retired schoolmaster or man of letters in Manchester wi... | Night And Day |
"I had just written to say how I envied her! I was thinking of the big gardens and the dear old ladies in mittens, who read nothing but the" | Mrs. Hilbery | Mrs. Hilbery, as he finished,<|quote|>"I had just written to say how I envied her! I was thinking of the big gardens and the dear old ladies in mittens, who read nothing but the"</|quote|>"Spectator," "and snuff the candles. | creature. "Oh, Mr. Fortescue," exclaimed Mrs. Hilbery, as he finished,<|quote|>"I had just written to say how I envied her! I was thinking of the big gardens and the dear old ladies in mittens, who read nothing but the"</|quote|>"Spectator," "and snuff the candles. Have they _all_ disappeared? I | how her appearance would change by degrees, and how she would fly to London, and how Katharine would have to lead her about, as one leads an eager dog on a chain, past rows of clamorous butchers shops, poor dear creature. "Oh, Mr. Fortescue," exclaimed Mrs. Hilbery, as he finished,<|quote|>"I had just written to say ho... | of Manchester, and then the bare, immense moors on the outskirts of the town, and then the scrubby little house in which the girl would live, and then the professors and the miserable young students devoted to the more strenuous works of our younger dramatists, who would visit her, and how her appearance would change b... | combined with the rest. "I should think there would be no one to talk to in Manchester," she replied at random. Mr. Fortescue had been observing her for a moment or two, as novelists are inclined to observe, and at this remark he smiled, and made it the text for a little further speculation. "In spite of a slight tende... | exchanged the freedom of the street for this sophisticated drawing-room, where, among other disagreeables, he certainly would not appear at his best. He glanced round him, and saw that, save for Katharine, they were all over forty, the only consolation being that Mr. Fortescue was a considerable celebrity, so that to-m... | an extremely nice house to come into!" and instinctively she laughed, and said something to increase the noise, for the credit of the house presumably, since she herself had not been feeling exhilarated. At the very same moment, rather to her amusement, the door was flung open, and a young man entered the room. Kathari... | was nervous; one would expect a bony young man with his face slightly reddened by the wind, and his hair not altogether smooth, to be nervous in such a party. Further, he probably disliked this kind of thing, and had come out of curiosity, or because her father had invited him anyhow, he would not be easily combined wi... | Night And Day |
"Spectator," | No speaker | who read nothing but the"<|quote|>"Spectator,"</|quote|>"and snuff the candles. Have | dear old ladies in mittens, who read nothing but the"<|quote|>"Spectator,"</|quote|>"and snuff the candles. Have they _all_ disappeared? I told | on a chain, past rows of clamorous butchers shops, poor dear creature. "Oh, Mr. Fortescue," exclaimed Mrs. Hilbery, as he finished, "I had just written to say how I envied her! I was thinking of the big gardens and the dear old ladies in mittens, who read nothing but the"<|quote|>"Spectator,"</|quote|>"and snuff the ca... | professors and the miserable young students devoted to the more strenuous works of our younger dramatists, who would visit her, and how her appearance would change by degrees, and how she would fly to London, and how Katharine would have to lead her about, as one leads an eager dog on a chain, past rows of clamorous bu... | moment or two, as novelists are inclined to observe, and at this remark he smiled, and made it the text for a little further speculation. "In spite of a slight tendency to exaggeration, Katharine decidedly hits the mark," he said, and lying back in his chair, with his opaque contemplative eyes fixed on the ceiling, and... | save for Katharine, they were all over forty, the only consolation being that Mr. Fortescue was a considerable celebrity, so that to-morrow one might be glad to have met him. "Have you ever been to Manchester?" he asked Katharine. "Never," she replied. "Why do you object to it, then?" Katharine stirred her tea, and see... | not been feeling exhilarated. At the very same moment, rather to her amusement, the door was flung open, and a young man entered the room. Katharine, as she shook hands with him, asked him, in her own mind, "Now, do you think we re enjoying ourselves enormously?" "... "Mr. Denham, mother," she said aloud, for she saw t... | explained. Mr. Denham muttered something, which was indeed all that was required of him, and the novelist went on where he had left off. Privately, Mr. Denham cursed himself very sharply for having exchanged the freedom of the street for this sophisticated drawing-room, where, among other disagreeables, he certainly wo... | Night And Day |
"and snuff the candles. Have they _all_ disappeared? I told her she would find the nice things of London without the horrid streets that depress one so." | Mrs. Hilbery | read nothing but the" "Spectator,"<|quote|>"and snuff the candles. Have they _all_ disappeared? I told her she would find the nice things of London without the horrid streets that depress one so."</|quote|>"There is the University," said | old ladies in mittens, who read nothing but the" "Spectator,"<|quote|>"and snuff the candles. Have they _all_ disappeared? I told her she would find the nice things of London without the horrid streets that depress one so."</|quote|>"There is the University," said the thin gentleman, who had | a chain, past rows of clamorous butchers shops, poor dear creature. "Oh, Mr. Fortescue," exclaimed Mrs. Hilbery, as he finished, "I had just written to say how I envied her! I was thinking of the big gardens and the dear old ladies in mittens, who read nothing but the" "Spectator,"<|quote|>"and snuff the candles. Have ... | and the miserable young students devoted to the more strenuous works of our younger dramatists, who would visit her, and how her appearance would change by degrees, and how she would fly to London, and how Katharine would have to lead her about, as one leads an eager dog on a chain, past rows of clamorous butchers shop... | or two, as novelists are inclined to observe, and at this remark he smiled, and made it the text for a little further speculation. "In spite of a slight tendency to exaggeration, Katharine decidedly hits the mark," he said, and lying back in his chair, with his opaque contemplative eyes fixed on the ceiling, and the ti... | for Katharine, they were all over forty, the only consolation being that Mr. Fortescue was a considerable celebrity, so that to-morrow one might be glad to have met him. "Have you ever been to Manchester?" he asked Katharine. "Never," she replied. "Why do you object to it, then?" Katharine stirred her tea, and seemed t... | been feeling exhilarated. At the very same moment, rather to her amusement, the door was flung open, and a young man entered the room. Katharine, as she shook hands with him, asked him, in her own mind, "Now, do you think we re enjoying ourselves enormously?" "... "Mr. Denham, mother," she said aloud, for she saw that ... | bloom on them owing to the fact that the air in the drawing-room was thickened by blue grains of mist. Mr. Denham had come in as Mr. Fortescue, the eminent novelist, reached the middle of a very long sentence. He kept this suspended while the newcomer sat down, and Mrs. Hilbery deftly joined the severed parts by leanin... | Night And Day |
said the thin gentleman, who had previously insisted upon the existence of people knowing Persian. | No speaker | so." "There is the University,"<|quote|>said the thin gentleman, who had previously insisted upon the existence of people knowing Persian.</|quote|>"I know there are moors | horrid streets that depress one so." "There is the University,"<|quote|>said the thin gentleman, who had previously insisted upon the existence of people knowing Persian.</|quote|>"I know there are moors there, because I read about | was thinking of the big gardens and the dear old ladies in mittens, who read nothing but the" "Spectator," "and snuff the candles. Have they _all_ disappeared? I told her she would find the nice things of London without the horrid streets that depress one so." "There is the University,"<|quote|>said the thin gentleman,... | fly to London, and how Katharine would have to lead her about, as one leads an eager dog on a chain, past rows of clamorous butchers shops, poor dear creature. "Oh, Mr. Fortescue," exclaimed Mrs. Hilbery, as he finished, "I had just written to say how I envied her! I was thinking of the big gardens and the dear old lad... | exaggeration, Katharine decidedly hits the mark," he said, and lying back in his chair, with his opaque contemplative eyes fixed on the ceiling, and the tips of his fingers pressed together, he depicted, first the horrors of the streets of Manchester, and then the bare, immense moors on the outskirts of the town, and t... | ever been to Manchester?" he asked Katharine. "Never," she replied. "Why do you object to it, then?" Katharine stirred her tea, and seemed to speculate, so Denham thought, upon the duty of filling somebody else s cup, but she was really wondering how she was going to keep this strange young man in harmony with the rest... | asked him, in her own mind, "Now, do you think we re enjoying ourselves enormously?" "... "Mr. Denham, mother," she said aloud, for she saw that her mother had forgotten his name. That fact was perceptible to Mr. Denham also, and increased the awkwardness which inevitably attends the entrance of a stranger into a room ... | that he was nervous; one would expect a bony young man with his face slightly reddened by the wind, and his hair not altogether smooth, to be nervous in such a party. Further, he probably disliked this kind of thing, and had come out of curiosity, or because her father had invited him anyhow, he would not be easily com... | Night And Day |
"I know there are moors there, because I read about them in a book the other day," | Katharine Hilbery | existence of people knowing Persian.<|quote|>"I know there are moors there, because I read about them in a book the other day,"</|quote|>said Katharine. "I am grieved | had previously insisted upon the existence of people knowing Persian.<|quote|>"I know there are moors there, because I read about them in a book the other day,"</|quote|>said Katharine. "I am grieved and amazed at the ignorance | nothing but the" "Spectator," "and snuff the candles. Have they _all_ disappeared? I told her she would find the nice things of London without the horrid streets that depress one so." "There is the University," said the thin gentleman, who had previously insisted upon the existence of people knowing Persian.<|quote|>"I... | an eager dog on a chain, past rows of clamorous butchers shops, poor dear creature. "Oh, Mr. Fortescue," exclaimed Mrs. Hilbery, as he finished, "I had just written to say how I envied her! I was thinking of the big gardens and the dear old ladies in mittens, who read nothing but the" "Spectator," "and snuff the candle... | his opaque contemplative eyes fixed on the ceiling, and the tips of his fingers pressed together, he depicted, first the horrors of the streets of Manchester, and then the bare, immense moors on the outskirts of the town, and then the scrubby little house in which the girl would live, and then the professors and the mi... | it, then?" Katharine stirred her tea, and seemed to speculate, so Denham thought, upon the duty of filling somebody else s cup, but she was really wondering how she was going to keep this strange young man in harmony with the rest. She observed that he was compressing his teacup, so that there was danger lest the thin ... | "... "Mr. Denham, mother," she said aloud, for she saw that her mother had forgotten his name. That fact was perceptible to Mr. Denham also, and increased the awkwardness which inevitably attends the entrance of a stranger into a room full of people much at their ease, and all launched upon sentences. At the same time,... | indeed all that was required of him, and the novelist went on where he had left off. Privately, Mr. Denham cursed himself very sharply for having exchanged the freedom of the street for this sophisticated drawing-room, where, among other disagreeables, he certainly would not appear at his best. He glanced round him, an... | Night And Day |
said Katharine. | No speaker | a book the other day,"<|quote|>said Katharine.</|quote|>"I am grieved and amazed | I read about them in a book the other day,"<|quote|>said Katharine.</|quote|>"I am grieved and amazed at the ignorance of my | find the nice things of London without the horrid streets that depress one so." "There is the University," said the thin gentleman, who had previously insisted upon the existence of people knowing Persian. "I know there are moors there, because I read about them in a book the other day,"<|quote|>said Katharine.</|quote... | Fortescue," exclaimed Mrs. Hilbery, as he finished, "I had just written to say how I envied her! I was thinking of the big gardens and the dear old ladies in mittens, who read nothing but the" "Spectator," "and snuff the candles. Have they _all_ disappeared? I told her she would find the nice things of London without t... | depicted, first the horrors of the streets of Manchester, and then the bare, immense moors on the outskirts of the town, and then the scrubby little house in which the girl would live, and then the professors and the miserable young students devoted to the more strenuous works of our younger dramatists, who would visit... | filling somebody else s cup, but she was really wondering how she was going to keep this strange young man in harmony with the rest. She observed that he was compressing his teacup, so that there was danger lest the thin china might cave inwards. She could see that he was nervous; one would expect a bony young man with... | That fact was perceptible to Mr. Denham also, and increased the awkwardness which inevitably attends the entrance of a stranger into a room full of people much at their ease, and all launched upon sentences. At the same time, it seemed to Mr. Denham as if a thousand softly padded doors had closed between him and the st... | exchanged the freedom of the street for this sophisticated drawing-room, where, among other disagreeables, he certainly would not appear at his best. He glanced round him, and saw that, save for Katharine, they were all over forty, the only consolation being that Mr. Fortescue was a considerable celebrity, so that to-m... | Night And Day |
"I am grieved and amazed at the ignorance of my family," | Mr. Hilbery | the other day," said Katharine.<|quote|>"I am grieved and amazed at the ignorance of my family,"</|quote|>Mr. Hilbery remarked. He was | about them in a book the other day," said Katharine.<|quote|>"I am grieved and amazed at the ignorance of my family,"</|quote|>Mr. Hilbery remarked. He was an elderly man, with a | nice things of London without the horrid streets that depress one so." "There is the University," said the thin gentleman, who had previously insisted upon the existence of people knowing Persian. "I know there are moors there, because I read about them in a book the other day," said Katharine.<|quote|>"I am grieved an... | Mrs. Hilbery, as he finished, "I had just written to say how I envied her! I was thinking of the big gardens and the dear old ladies in mittens, who read nothing but the" "Spectator," "and snuff the candles. Have they _all_ disappeared? I told her she would find the nice things of London without the horrid streets that... | the horrors of the streets of Manchester, and then the bare, immense moors on the outskirts of the town, and then the scrubby little house in which the girl would live, and then the professors and the miserable young students devoted to the more strenuous works of our younger dramatists, who would visit her, and how he... | else s cup, but she was really wondering how she was going to keep this strange young man in harmony with the rest. She observed that he was compressing his teacup, so that there was danger lest the thin china might cave inwards. She could see that he was nervous; one would expect a bony young man with his face slightl... | was perceptible to Mr. Denham also, and increased the awkwardness which inevitably attends the entrance of a stranger into a room full of people much at their ease, and all launched upon sentences. At the same time, it seemed to Mr. Denham as if a thousand softly padded doors had closed between him and the street outsi... | depicted, first the horrors of the streets of Manchester, and then the bare, immense moors on the outskirts of the town, and then the scrubby little house in which the girl would live, and then the professors and the miserable young students devoted to the more strenuous works of our younger dramatists, who would visit... | Night And Day |
Mr. Hilbery remarked. He was an elderly man, with a pair of oval, hazel eyes which were rather bright for his time of life, and relieved the heaviness of his face. He played constantly with a little green stone attached to his watch-chain, thus displaying long and very sensitive fingers, and had a habit of moving his h... | No speaker | the ignorance of my family,"<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery remarked. He was an elderly man, with a pair of oval, hazel eyes which were rather bright for his time of life, and relieved the heaviness of his face. He played constantly with a little green stone attached to his watch-chain, thus displaying long and very sensitive fin... | am grieved and amazed at the ignorance of my family,"<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery remarked. He was an elderly man, with a pair of oval, hazel eyes which were rather bright for his time of life, and relieved the heaviness of his face. He played constantly with a little green stone attached to his watch-chain, thus displaying lo... | so." "There is the University," said the thin gentleman, who had previously insisted upon the existence of people knowing Persian. "I know there are moors there, because I read about them in a book the other day," said Katharine. "I am grieved and amazed at the ignorance of my family,"<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery remarked. He ... | how I envied her! I was thinking of the big gardens and the dear old ladies in mittens, who read nothing but the" "Spectator," "and snuff the candles. Have they _all_ disappeared? I told her she would find the nice things of London without the horrid streets that depress one so." "There is the University," said the thi... | immense moors on the outskirts of the town, and then the scrubby little house in which the girl would live, and then the professors and the miserable young students devoted to the more strenuous works of our younger dramatists, who would visit her, and how her appearance would change by degrees, and how she would fly t... | going to keep this strange young man in harmony with the rest. She observed that he was compressing his teacup, so that there was danger lest the thin china might cave inwards. She could see that he was nervous; one would expect a bony young man with his face slightly reddened by the wind, and his hair not altogether s... | inevitably attends the entrance of a stranger into a room full of people much at their ease, and all launched upon sentences. At the same time, it seemed to Mr. Denham as if a thousand softly padded doors had closed between him and the street outside. A fine mist, the etherealized essence of the fog, hung visibly in th... | to observe, and at this remark he smiled, and made it the text for a little further speculation. "In spite of a slight tendency to exaggeration, Katharine decidedly hits the mark," he said, and lying back in his chair, with his opaque contemplative eyes fixed on the ceiling, and the tips of his fingers pressed together... | Night And Day |
"Would it be the Battle of Trafalgar or the Spanish Armada, Katharine?" | Mrs. Hilbery | dealing with it very generously.<|quote|>"Would it be the Battle of Trafalgar or the Spanish Armada, Katharine?"</|quote|>her mother demanded. "Trafalgar, mother." | had passed over Manchester, after dealing with it very generously.<|quote|>"Would it be the Battle of Trafalgar or the Spanish Armada, Katharine?"</|quote|>her mother demanded. "Trafalgar, mother." "Trafalgar, of course! How stupid | skin of her mind. It struck him that her position at the tea-table, among all these elderly people, was not without its difficulties, and he checked his inclination to find her, or her attitude, generally antipathetic to him. The talk had passed over Manchester, after dealing with it very generously.<|quote|>"Would it ... | ornament, to which the spark of an ancient jewel gave its one red gleam. Denham noticed that, although silent, she kept sufficient control of the situation to answer immediately her mother appealed to her for help, and yet it was obvious to him that she attended only with the surface skin of her mind. It struck him tha... | was too young to have acquired a sorrowful point of view, one might say that the basis was not sadness so much as a spirit given to contemplation and self-control. Judging by her hair, her coloring, and the shape of her features, she was striking, if not actually beautiful. Decision and composure stamped her, a combina... | with a pair of oval, hazel eyes which were rather bright for his time of life, and relieved the heaviness of his face. He played constantly with a little green stone attached to his watch-chain, thus displaying long and very sensitive fingers, and had a habit of moving his head hither and thither very quickly without a... | harmony with the rest. She observed that he was compressing his teacup, so that there was danger lest the thin china might cave inwards. She could see that he was nervous; one would expect a bony young man with his face slightly reddened by the wind, and his hair not altogether smooth, to be nervous in such a party. Fu... | moors there, because I read about them in a book the other day," said Katharine. "I am grieved and amazed at the ignorance of my family," Mr. Hilbery remarked. He was an elderly man, with a pair of oval, hazel eyes which were rather bright for his time of life, and relieved the heaviness of his face. He played constant... | Night And Day |
her mother demanded. | No speaker | or the Spanish Armada, Katharine?"<|quote|>her mother demanded.</|quote|>"Trafalgar, mother." "Trafalgar, of course! | be the Battle of Trafalgar or the Spanish Armada, Katharine?"<|quote|>her mother demanded.</|quote|>"Trafalgar, mother." "Trafalgar, of course! How stupid of me! Another | tea-table, among all these elderly people, was not without its difficulties, and he checked his inclination to find her, or her attitude, generally antipathetic to him. The talk had passed over Manchester, after dealing with it very generously. "Would it be the Battle of Trafalgar or the Spanish Armada, Katharine?"<|qu... | red gleam. Denham noticed that, although silent, she kept sufficient control of the situation to answer immediately her mother appealed to her for help, and yet it was obvious to him that she attended only with the surface skin of her mind. It struck him that her position at the tea-table, among all these elderly peopl... | might say that the basis was not sadness so much as a spirit given to contemplation and self-control. Judging by her hair, her coloring, and the shape of her features, she was striking, if not actually beautiful. Decision and composure stamped her, a combination of qualities that produced a very marked character, and o... | his time of life, and relieved the heaviness of his face. He played constantly with a little green stone attached to his watch-chain, thus displaying long and very sensitive fingers, and had a habit of moving his head hither and thither very quickly without altering the position of his large and rather corpulent body, ... | so that there was danger lest the thin china might cave inwards. She could see that he was nervous; one would expect a bony young man with his face slightly reddened by the wind, and his hair not altogether smooth, to be nervous in such a party. Further, he probably disliked this kind of thing, and had come out of curi... | am grieved and amazed at the ignorance of my family," Mr. Hilbery remarked. He was an elderly man, with a pair of oval, hazel eyes which were rather bright for his time of life, and relieved the heaviness of his face. He played constantly with a little green stone attached to his watch-chain, thus displaying long and v... | Night And Day |
"Trafalgar, mother." | Katharine Hilbery | Armada, Katharine?" her mother demanded.<|quote|>"Trafalgar, mother."</|quote|>"Trafalgar, of course! How stupid | of Trafalgar or the Spanish Armada, Katharine?" her mother demanded.<|quote|>"Trafalgar, mother."</|quote|>"Trafalgar, of course! How stupid of me! Another cup of | these elderly people, was not without its difficulties, and he checked his inclination to find her, or her attitude, generally antipathetic to him. The talk had passed over Manchester, after dealing with it very generously. "Would it be the Battle of Trafalgar or the Spanish Armada, Katharine?" her mother demanded.<|qu... | noticed that, although silent, she kept sufficient control of the situation to answer immediately her mother appealed to her for help, and yet it was obvious to him that she attended only with the surface skin of her mind. It struck him that her position at the tea-table, among all these elderly people, was not without... | the basis was not sadness so much as a spirit given to contemplation and self-control. Judging by her hair, her coloring, and the shape of her features, she was striking, if not actually beautiful. Decision and composure stamped her, a combination of qualities that produced a very marked character, and one that was not... | life, and relieved the heaviness of his face. He played constantly with a little green stone attached to his watch-chain, thus displaying long and very sensitive fingers, and had a habit of moving his head hither and thither very quickly without altering the position of his large and rather corpulent body, so that he s... | was danger lest the thin china might cave inwards. She could see that he was nervous; one would expect a bony young man with his face slightly reddened by the wind, and his hair not altogether smooth, to be nervous in such a party. Further, he probably disliked this kind of thing, and had come out of curiosity, or beca... | London, and how Katharine would have to lead her about, as one leads an eager dog on a chain, past rows of clamorous butchers shops, poor dear creature. "Oh, Mr. Fortescue," exclaimed Mrs. Hilbery, as he finished, "I had just written to say how I envied her! I was thinking of the big gardens and the dear old ladies in ... | Night And Day |
"Trafalgar, of course! How stupid of me! Another cup of tea, with a thin slice of lemon in it, and then, dear Mr. Fortescue, please explain my absurd little puzzle. One can t help believing gentlemen with Roman noses, even if one meets them in omnibuses." | Mrs. Hilbery | her mother demanded. "Trafalgar, mother."<|quote|>"Trafalgar, of course! How stupid of me! Another cup of tea, with a thin slice of lemon in it, and then, dear Mr. Fortescue, please explain my absurd little puzzle. One can t help believing gentlemen with Roman noses, even if one meets them in omnibuses."</|quote|>Mr. H... | or the Spanish Armada, Katharine?" her mother demanded. "Trafalgar, mother."<|quote|>"Trafalgar, of course! How stupid of me! Another cup of tea, with a thin slice of lemon in it, and then, dear Mr. Fortescue, please explain my absurd little puzzle. One can t help believing gentlemen with Roman noses, even if one meets... | people, was not without its difficulties, and he checked his inclination to find her, or her attitude, generally antipathetic to him. The talk had passed over Manchester, after dealing with it very generously. "Would it be the Battle of Trafalgar or the Spanish Armada, Katharine?" her mother demanded. "Trafalgar, mothe... | although silent, she kept sufficient control of the situation to answer immediately her mother appealed to her for help, and yet it was obvious to him that she attended only with the surface skin of her mind. It struck him that her position at the tea-table, among all these elderly people, was not without its difficult... | was not sadness so much as a spirit given to contemplation and self-control. Judging by her hair, her coloring, and the shape of her features, she was striking, if not actually beautiful. Decision and composure stamped her, a combination of qualities that produced a very marked character, and one that was not calculate... | relieved the heaviness of his face. He played constantly with a little green stone attached to his watch-chain, thus displaying long and very sensitive fingers, and had a habit of moving his head hither and thither very quickly without altering the position of his large and rather corpulent body, so that he seemed to b... | lest the thin china might cave inwards. She could see that he was nervous; one would expect a bony young man with his face slightly reddened by the wind, and his hair not altogether smooth, to be nervous in such a party. Further, he probably disliked this kind of thing, and had come out of curiosity, or because her fat... | had a habit of moving his head hither and thither very quickly without altering the position of his large and rather corpulent body, so that he seemed to be providing himself incessantly with food for amusement and reflection with the least possible expenditure of energy. One might suppose that he had passed the time o... | Night And Day |
Mr. Hilbery here interposed so far as Denham was concerned, and talked a great deal of sense about the solicitors profession, and the changes which he had seen in his lifetime. Indeed, Denham properly fell to his lot, owing to the fact that an article by Denham upon some legal matter, published by Mr. Hilbery in his Re... | No speaker | one meets them in omnibuses."<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery here interposed so far as Denham was concerned, and talked a great deal of sense about the solicitors profession, and the changes which he had seen in his lifetime. Indeed, Denham properly fell to his lot, owing to the fact that an article by Denham upon some legal matt... | with Roman noses, even if one meets them in omnibuses."<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery here interposed so far as Denham was concerned, and talked a great deal of sense about the solicitors profession, and the changes which he had seen in his lifetime. Indeed, Denham properly fell to his lot, owing to the fact that an article by D... | mother demanded. "Trafalgar, mother." "Trafalgar, of course! How stupid of me! Another cup of tea, with a thin slice of lemon in it, and then, dear Mr. Fortescue, please explain my absurd little puzzle. One can t help believing gentlemen with Roman noses, even if one meets them in omnibuses."<|quote|>Mr. Hilbery here i... | among all these elderly people, was not without its difficulties, and he checked his inclination to find her, or her attitude, generally antipathetic to him. The talk had passed over Manchester, after dealing with it very generously. "Would it be the Battle of Trafalgar or the Spanish Armada, Katharine?" her mother dem... | character, and one that was not calculated to put a young man, who scarcely knew her, at his ease. For the rest, she was tall; her dress was of some quiet color, with old yellow-tinted lace for ornament, to which the spark of an ancient jewel gave its one red gleam. Denham noticed that, although silent, she kept suffic... | rather corpulent body, so that he seemed to be providing himself incessantly with food for amusement and reflection with the least possible expenditure of energy. One might suppose that he had passed the time of life when his ambitions were personal, or that he had gratified them as far as he was likely to do, and now ... | this kind of thing, and had come out of curiosity, or because her father had invited him anyhow, he would not be easily combined with the rest. "I should think there would be no one to talk to in Manchester," she replied at random. Mr. Fortescue had been observing her for a moment or two, as novelists are inclined to o... | had gratified them as far as he was likely to do, and now employed his considerable acuteness rather to observe and reflect than to attain any result. Katharine, so Denham decided, while Mr. Fortescue built up another rounded structure of words, had a likeness to each of her parents, but these elements were rather oddl... | Night And Day |
"D you know, Mr. Denham, you remind me so much of dear Mr. Ruskin.... Is it his tie, Katharine, or his hair, or the way he sits in his chair? Do tell me, Mr. Denham, are you an admirer of Ruskin? Some one, the other day, said to me, Oh, no, we don t read Ruskin, Mrs. Hilbery. What _do_ you read, I wonder? for you can t... | Mrs. Hilbery | one sunny spot to another,<|quote|>"D you know, Mr. Denham, you remind me so much of dear Mr. Ruskin.... Is it his tie, Katharine, or his hair, or the way he sits in his chair? Do tell me, Mr. Denham, are you an admirer of Ruskin? Some one, the other day, said to me, Oh, no, we don t read Ruskin, Mrs. Hilbery. What _do... | likeness of butterflies flaunting from one sunny spot to another,<|quote|>"D you know, Mr. Denham, you remind me so much of dear Mr. Ruskin.... Is it his tie, Katharine, or his hair, or the way he sits in his chair? Do tell me, Mr. Denham, are you an admirer of Ruskin? Some one, the other day, said to me, Oh, no, we do... | But Mrs. Hilbery was immediately sensitive to any silence in the drawing-room, as of a dumb note in a sonorous scale, and leaning across the table she observed, in the curiously tentative detached manner which always gave her phrases the likeness of butterflies flaunting from one sunny spot to another,<|quote|>"D you k... | s rather malicious determination not to help this young man, in whose upright and resolute bearing she detected something hostile to her surroundings, by any of the usual feminine amenities. They therefore sat silent, Denham controlling his desire to say something abrupt and explosive, which should shock her into life.... | in his lifetime. Indeed, Denham properly fell to his lot, owing to the fact that an article by Denham upon some legal matter, published by Mr. Hilbery in his Review, had brought them acquainted. But when a moment later Mrs. Sutton Bailey was announced, he turned to her, and Mr. Denham found himself sitting silent, reje... | of some quiet color, with old yellow-tinted lace for ornament, to which the spark of an ancient jewel gave its one red gleam. Denham noticed that, although silent, she kept sufficient control of the situation to answer immediately her mother appealed to her for help, and yet it was obvious to him that she attended only... | say how I envied her! I was thinking of the big gardens and the dear old ladies in mittens, who read nothing but the" "Spectator," "and snuff the candles. Have they _all_ disappeared? I told her she would find the nice things of London without the horrid streets that depress one so." "There is the University," said the... | tall; her dress was of some quiet color, with old yellow-tinted lace for ornament, to which the spark of an ancient jewel gave its one red gleam. Denham noticed that, although silent, she kept sufficient control of the situation to answer immediately her mother appealed to her for help, and yet it was obvious to him th... | Night And Day |
She looked benevolently at Denham, who said nothing articulate, and then at Katharine, who smiled but said nothing either, upon which Mrs. Hilbery seemed possessed by a brilliant idea, and exclaimed: | No speaker | the bowels of the earth."<|quote|>She looked benevolently at Denham, who said nothing articulate, and then at Katharine, who smiled but said nothing either, upon which Mrs. Hilbery seemed possessed by a brilliant idea, and exclaimed:</|quote|>"I m sure Mr. Denham | in aeroplanes and burrowing into the bowels of the earth."<|quote|>She looked benevolently at Denham, who said nothing articulate, and then at Katharine, who smiled but said nothing either, upon which Mrs. Hilbery seemed possessed by a brilliant idea, and exclaimed:</|quote|>"I m sure Mr. Denham would like to see our | Denham, are you an admirer of Ruskin? Some one, the other day, said to me, Oh, no, we don t read Ruskin, Mrs. Hilbery. What _do_ you read, I wonder? for you can t spend all your time going up in aeroplanes and burrowing into the bowels of the earth."<|quote|>She looked benevolently at Denham, who said nothing articulat... | which always gave her phrases the likeness of butterflies flaunting from one sunny spot to another, "D you know, Mr. Denham, you remind me so much of dear Mr. Ruskin.... Is it his tie, Katharine, or his hair, or the way he sits in his chair? Do tell me, Mr. Denham, are you an admirer of Ruskin? Some one, the other day,... | great many convenient phrases which launch conversation into smooth waters. They were further silenced by Katharine s rather malicious determination not to help this young man, in whose upright and resolute bearing she detected something hostile to her surroundings, by any of the usual feminine amenities. They therefor... | checked his inclination to find her, or her attitude, generally antipathetic to him. The talk had passed over Manchester, after dealing with it very generously. "Would it be the Battle of Trafalgar or the Spanish Armada, Katharine?" her mother demanded. "Trafalgar, mother." "Trafalgar, of course! How stupid of me! Anot... | book the other day," said Katharine. "I am grieved and amazed at the ignorance of my family," Mr. Hilbery remarked. He was an elderly man, with a pair of oval, hazel eyes which were rather bright for his time of life, and relieved the heaviness of his face. He played constantly with a little green stone attached to his... | an article by Denham upon some legal matter, published by Mr. Hilbery in his Review, had brought them acquainted. But when a moment later Mrs. Sutton Bailey was announced, he turned to her, and Mr. Denham found himself sitting silent, rejecting possible things to say, beside Katharine, who was silent too. Being much ab... | Night And Day |
"I m sure Mr. Denham would like to see our things, Katharine. I m sure he s not like that dreadful young man, Mr. Ponting, who told me that he considered it our duty to live exclusively in the present. After all, what IS the present? Half of it s the past, and the better half, too, I should say," | Mrs. Hilbery | a brilliant idea, and exclaimed:<|quote|>"I m sure Mr. Denham would like to see our things, Katharine. I m sure he s not like that dreadful young man, Mr. Ponting, who told me that he considered it our duty to live exclusively in the present. After all, what IS the present? Half of it s the past, and the better half, t... | Mrs. Hilbery seemed possessed by a brilliant idea, and exclaimed:<|quote|>"I m sure Mr. Denham would like to see our things, Katharine. I m sure he s not like that dreadful young man, Mr. Ponting, who told me that he considered it our duty to live exclusively in the present. After all, what IS the present? Half of it s... | you can t spend all your time going up in aeroplanes and burrowing into the bowels of the earth." She looked benevolently at Denham, who said nothing articulate, and then at Katharine, who smiled but said nothing either, upon which Mrs. Hilbery seemed possessed by a brilliant idea, and exclaimed:<|quote|>"I m sure Mr. ... | it his tie, Katharine, or his hair, or the way he sits in his chair? Do tell me, Mr. Denham, are you an admirer of Ruskin? Some one, the other day, said to me, Oh, no, we don t read Ruskin, Mrs. Hilbery. What _do_ you read, I wonder? for you can t spend all your time going up in aeroplanes and burrowing into the bowels... | bearing she detected something hostile to her surroundings, by any of the usual feminine amenities. They therefore sat silent, Denham controlling his desire to say something abrupt and explosive, which should shock her into life. But Mrs. Hilbery was immediately sensitive to any silence in the drawing-room, as of a dum... | Trafalgar or the Spanish Armada, Katharine?" her mother demanded. "Trafalgar, mother." "Trafalgar, of course! How stupid of me! Another cup of tea, with a thin slice of lemon in it, and then, dear Mr. Fortescue, please explain my absurd little puzzle. One can t help believing gentlemen with Roman noses, even if one mee... | eyes which were rather bright for his time of life, and relieved the heaviness of his face. He played constantly with a little green stone attached to his watch-chain, thus displaying long and very sensitive fingers, and had a habit of moving his head hither and thither very quickly without altering the position of his... | sorrowful point of view, one might say that the basis was not sadness so much as a spirit given to contemplation and self-control. Judging by her hair, her coloring, and the shape of her features, she was striking, if not actually beautiful. Decision and composure stamped her, a combination of qualities that produced a... | Night And Day |
she added, turning to Mr. Fortescue. Denham rose, half meaning to go, and thinking that he had seen all that there was to see, but Katharine rose at the same moment, and saying, | No speaker | half, too, I should say,"<|quote|>she added, turning to Mr. Fortescue. Denham rose, half meaning to go, and thinking that he had seen all that there was to see, but Katharine rose at the same moment, and saying,</|quote|>"Perhaps you would like to | the past, and the better half, too, I should say,"<|quote|>she added, turning to Mr. Fortescue. Denham rose, half meaning to go, and thinking that he had seen all that there was to see, but Katharine rose at the same moment, and saying,</|quote|>"Perhaps you would like to see the pictures," led the | things, Katharine. I m sure he s not like that dreadful young man, Mr. Ponting, who told me that he considered it our duty to live exclusively in the present. After all, what IS the present? Half of it s the past, and the better half, too, I should say,"<|quote|>she added, turning to Mr. Fortescue. Denham rose, half me... | aeroplanes and burrowing into the bowels of the earth." She looked benevolently at Denham, who said nothing articulate, and then at Katharine, who smiled but said nothing either, upon which Mrs. Hilbery seemed possessed by a brilliant idea, and exclaimed: "I m sure Mr. Denham would like to see our things, Katharine. I ... | table she observed, in the curiously tentative detached manner which always gave her phrases the likeness of butterflies flaunting from one sunny spot to another, "D you know, Mr. Denham, you remind me so much of dear Mr. Ruskin.... Is it his tie, Katharine, or his hair, or the way he sits in his chair? Do tell me, Mr.... | interposed so far as Denham was concerned, and talked a great deal of sense about the solicitors profession, and the changes which he had seen in his lifetime. Indeed, Denham properly fell to his lot, owing to the fact that an article by Denham upon some legal matter, published by Mr. Hilbery in his Review, had brought... | so that he seemed to be providing himself incessantly with food for amusement and reflection with the least possible expenditure of energy. One might suppose that he had passed the time of life when his ambitions were personal, or that he had gratified them as far as he was likely to do, and now employed his considerab... | article by Denham upon some legal matter, published by Mr. Hilbery in his Review, had brought them acquainted. But when a moment later Mrs. Sutton Bailey was announced, he turned to her, and Mr. Denham found himself sitting silent, rejecting possible things to say, beside Katharine, who was silent too. Being much about... | Night And Day |
"Perhaps you would like to see the pictures," | Katharine Hilbery | the same moment, and saying,<|quote|>"Perhaps you would like to see the pictures,"</|quote|>led the way across the | see, but Katharine rose at the same moment, and saying,<|quote|>"Perhaps you would like to see the pictures,"</|quote|>led the way across the drawing-room to a smaller room | IS the present? Half of it s the past, and the better half, too, I should say," she added, turning to Mr. Fortescue. Denham rose, half meaning to go, and thinking that he had seen all that there was to see, but Katharine rose at the same moment, and saying,<|quote|>"Perhaps you would like to see the pictures,"</|quote|... | possessed by a brilliant idea, and exclaimed: "I m sure Mr. Denham would like to see our things, Katharine. I m sure he s not like that dreadful young man, Mr. Ponting, who told me that he considered it our duty to live exclusively in the present. After all, what IS the present? Half of it s the past, and the better ha... | so much of dear Mr. Ruskin.... Is it his tie, Katharine, or his hair, or the way he sits in his chair? Do tell me, Mr. Denham, are you an admirer of Ruskin? Some one, the other day, said to me, Oh, no, we don t read Ruskin, Mrs. Hilbery. What _do_ you read, I wonder? for you can t spend all your time going up in aeropl... | his lot, owing to the fact that an article by Denham upon some legal matter, published by Mr. Hilbery in his Review, had brought them acquainted. But when a moment later Mrs. Sutton Bailey was announced, he turned to her, and Mr. Denham found himself sitting silent, rejecting possible things to say, beside Katharine, w... | when his ambitions were personal, or that he had gratified them as far as he was likely to do, and now employed his considerable acuteness rather to observe and reflect than to attain any result. Katharine, so Denham decided, while Mr. Fortescue built up another rounded structure of words, had a likeness to each of her... | Mr. Denham found himself sitting silent, rejecting possible things to say, beside Katharine, who was silent too. Being much about the same age and both under thirty, they were prohibited from the use of a great many convenient phrases which launch conversation into smooth waters. They were further silenced by Katharine... | Night And Day |
led the way across the drawing-room to a smaller room opening out of it. The smaller room was something like a chapel in a cathedral, or a grotto in a cave, for the booming sound of the traffic in the distance suggested the soft surge of waters, and the oval mirrors, with their silver surface, were like deep pools trem... | No speaker | like to see the pictures,"<|quote|>led the way across the drawing-room to a smaller room opening out of it. The smaller room was something like a chapel in a cathedral, or a grotto in a cave, for the booming sound of the traffic in the distance suggested the soft surge of waters, and the oval mirrors, with their silver... | and saying, "Perhaps you would like to see the pictures,"<|quote|>led the way across the drawing-room to a smaller room opening out of it. The smaller room was something like a chapel in a cathedral, or a grotto in a cave, for the booming sound of the traffic in the distance suggested the soft surge of waters, and the ... | past, and the better half, too, I should say," she added, turning to Mr. Fortescue. Denham rose, half meaning to go, and thinking that he had seen all that there was to see, but Katharine rose at the same moment, and saying, "Perhaps you would like to see the pictures,"<|quote|>led the way across the drawing-room to a ... | m sure Mr. Denham would like to see our things, Katharine. I m sure he s not like that dreadful young man, Mr. Ponting, who told me that he considered it our duty to live exclusively in the present. After all, what IS the present? Half of it s the past, and the better half, too, I should say," she added, turning to Mr.... | his tie, Katharine, or his hair, or the way he sits in his chair? Do tell me, Mr. Denham, are you an admirer of Ruskin? Some one, the other day, said to me, Oh, no, we don t read Ruskin, Mrs. Hilbery. What _do_ you read, I wonder? for you can t spend all your time going up in aeroplanes and burrowing into the bowels of... | article by Denham upon some legal matter, published by Mr. Hilbery in his Review, had brought them acquainted. But when a moment later Mrs. Sutton Bailey was announced, he turned to her, and Mr. Denham found himself sitting silent, rejecting possible things to say, beside Katharine, who was silent too. Being much about... | had gratified them as far as he was likely to do, and now employed his considerable acuteness rather to observe and reflect than to attain any result. Katharine, so Denham decided, while Mr. Fortescue built up another rounded structure of words, had a likeness to each of her parents, but these elements were rather oddl... | a moment later Mrs. Sutton Bailey was announced, he turned to her, and Mr. Denham found himself sitting silent, rejecting possible things to say, beside Katharine, who was silent too. Being much about the same age and both under thirty, they were prohibited from the use of a great many convenient phrases which launch c... | Night And Day |
"This is his writing-table. He used this pen," | Katharine Hilbery | impression, and then she said:<|quote|>"This is his writing-table. He used this pen,"</|quote|>and she lifted a quill | him to receive a full impression, and then she said:<|quote|>"This is his writing-table. He used this pen,"</|quote|>and she lifted a quill pen and laid it down | paint with divine friendliness, which embraced him, and passed on to contemplate the entire world. The paint had so faded that very little but the beautiful large eyes were left, dark in the surrounding dimness. Katharine waited as though for him to receive a full impression, and then she said:<|quote|>"This is his wri... | say, "There!" Denham found himself looked down upon by the eyes of the great poet, Richard Alardyce, and suffered a little shock which would have led him, had he been wearing a hat, to remove it. The eyes looked at him out of the mellow pinks and yellows of the paint with divine friendliness, which embraced him, and pa... | their silver surface, were like deep pools trembling beneath starlight. But the comparison to a religious temple of some kind was the more apt of the two, for the little room was crowded with relics. As Katharine touched different spots, lights sprang here and there, and revealed a square mass of red-and-gold books, an... | spend all your time going up in aeroplanes and burrowing into the bowels of the earth." She looked benevolently at Denham, who said nothing articulate, and then at Katharine, who smiled but said nothing either, upon which Mrs. Hilbery seemed possessed by a brilliant idea, and exclaimed: "I m sure Mr. Denham would like ... | position at the tea-table, among all these elderly people, was not without its difficulties, and he checked his inclination to find her, or her attitude, generally antipathetic to him. The talk had passed over Manchester, after dealing with it very generously. "Would it be the Battle of Trafalgar or the Spanish Armada,... | the pictures," led the way across the drawing-room to a smaller room opening out of it. The smaller room was something like a chapel in a cathedral, or a grotto in a cave, for the booming sound of the traffic in the distance suggested the soft surge of waters, and the oval mirrors, with their silver surface, were like ... | Night And Day |
and she lifted a quill pen and laid it down again. The writing-table was splashed with old ink, and the pen disheveled in service. There lay the gigantic gold-rimmed spectacles, ready to his hand, and beneath the table was a pair of large, worn slippers, one of which Katharine picked up, remarking: | No speaker | writing-table. He used this pen,"<|quote|>and she lifted a quill pen and laid it down again. The writing-table was splashed with old ink, and the pen disheveled in service. There lay the gigantic gold-rimmed spectacles, ready to his hand, and beneath the table was a pair of large, worn slippers, one of which Katharine ... | she said: "This is his writing-table. He used this pen,"<|quote|>and she lifted a quill pen and laid it down again. The writing-table was splashed with old ink, and the pen disheveled in service. There lay the gigantic gold-rimmed spectacles, ready to his hand, and beneath the table was a pair of large, worn slippers, ... | passed on to contemplate the entire world. The paint had so faded that very little but the beautiful large eyes were left, dark in the surrounding dimness. Katharine waited as though for him to receive a full impression, and then she said: "This is his writing-table. He used this pen,"<|quote|>and she lifted a quill pe... | by the eyes of the great poet, Richard Alardyce, and suffered a little shock which would have led him, had he been wearing a hat, to remove it. The eyes looked at him out of the mellow pinks and yellows of the paint with divine friendliness, which embraced him, and passed on to contemplate the entire world. The paint h... | beneath starlight. But the comparison to a religious temple of some kind was the more apt of the two, for the little room was crowded with relics. As Katharine touched different spots, lights sprang here and there, and revealed a square mass of red-and-gold books, and then a long skirt in blue-and-white paint lustrous ... | and burrowing into the bowels of the earth." She looked benevolently at Denham, who said nothing articulate, and then at Katharine, who smiled but said nothing either, upon which Mrs. Hilbery seemed possessed by a brilliant idea, and exclaimed: "I m sure Mr. Denham would like to see our things, Katharine. I m sure he s... | people, was not without its difficulties, and he checked his inclination to find her, or her attitude, generally antipathetic to him. The talk had passed over Manchester, after dealing with it very generously. "Would it be the Battle of Trafalgar or the Spanish Armada, Katharine?" her mother demanded. "Trafalgar, mothe... | considered it our duty to live exclusively in the present. After all, what IS the present? Half of it s the past, and the better half, too, I should say," she added, turning to Mr. Fortescue. Denham rose, half meaning to go, and thinking that he had seen all that there was to see, but Katharine rose at the same moment,... | Night And Day |
"I think my grandfather must have been at least twice as large as any one is nowadays. This," | Katharine Hilbery | which Katharine picked up, remarking:<|quote|>"I think my grandfather must have been at least twice as large as any one is nowadays. This,"</|quote|>she went on, as if | large, worn slippers, one of which Katharine picked up, remarking:<|quote|>"I think my grandfather must have been at least twice as large as any one is nowadays. This,"</|quote|>she went on, as if she knew what she had | lifted a quill pen and laid it down again. The writing-table was splashed with old ink, and the pen disheveled in service. There lay the gigantic gold-rimmed spectacles, ready to his hand, and beneath the table was a pair of large, worn slippers, one of which Katharine picked up, remarking:<|quote|>"I think my grandfat... | to contemplate the entire world. The paint had so faded that very little but the beautiful large eyes were left, dark in the surrounding dimness. Katharine waited as though for him to receive a full impression, and then she said: "This is his writing-table. He used this pen," and she lifted a quill pen and laid it down... | paint lustrous behind glass, and then a mahogany writing-table, with its orderly equipment, and, finally, a picture above the table, to which special illumination was accorded. When Katharine had touched these last lights, she stood back, as much as to say, "There!" Denham found himself looked down upon by the eyes of ... | m sure he s not like that dreadful young man, Mr. Ponting, who told me that he considered it our duty to live exclusively in the present. After all, what IS the present? Half of it s the past, and the better half, too, I should say," she added, turning to Mr. Fortescue. Denham rose, half meaning to go, and thinking tha... | course! How stupid of me! Another cup of tea, with a thin slice of lemon in it, and then, dear Mr. Fortescue, please explain my absurd little puzzle. One can t help believing gentlemen with Roman noses, even if one meets them in omnibuses." Mr. Hilbery here interposed so far as Denham was concerned, and talked a great ... | curiously tentative detached manner which always gave her phrases the likeness of butterflies flaunting from one sunny spot to another, "D you know, Mr. Denham, you remind me so much of dear Mr. Ruskin.... Is it his tie, Katharine, or his hair, or the way he sits in his chair? Do tell me, Mr. Denham, are you an admirer... | Night And Day |
she went on, as if she knew what she had to say by heart, | No speaker | any one is nowadays. This,"<|quote|>she went on, as if she knew what she had to say by heart,</|quote|>"is the original manuscript of | least twice as large as any one is nowadays. This,"<|quote|>she went on, as if she knew what she had to say by heart,</|quote|>"is the original manuscript of the Ode to Winter. The | pen disheveled in service. There lay the gigantic gold-rimmed spectacles, ready to his hand, and beneath the table was a pair of large, worn slippers, one of which Katharine picked up, remarking: "I think my grandfather must have been at least twice as large as any one is nowadays. This,"<|quote|>she went on, as if she... | were left, dark in the surrounding dimness. Katharine waited as though for him to receive a full impression, and then she said: "This is his writing-table. He used this pen," and she lifted a quill pen and laid it down again. The writing-table was splashed with old ink, and the pen disheveled in service. There lay the ... | the table, to which special illumination was accorded. When Katharine had touched these last lights, she stood back, as much as to say, "There!" Denham found himself looked down upon by the eyes of the great poet, Richard Alardyce, and suffered a little shock which would have led him, had he been wearing a hat, to remo... | it our duty to live exclusively in the present. After all, what IS the present? Half of it s the past, and the better half, too, I should say," she added, turning to Mr. Fortescue. Denham rose, half meaning to go, and thinking that he had seen all that there was to see, but Katharine rose at the same moment, and saying... | then, dear Mr. Fortescue, please explain my absurd little puzzle. One can t help believing gentlemen with Roman noses, even if one meets them in omnibuses." Mr. Hilbery here interposed so far as Denham was concerned, and talked a great deal of sense about the solicitors profession, and the changes which he had seen in ... | What _do_ you read, I wonder? for you can t spend all your time going up in aeroplanes and burrowing into the bowels of the earth." She looked benevolently at Denham, who said nothing articulate, and then at Katharine, who smiled but said nothing either, upon which Mrs. Hilbery seemed possessed by a brilliant idea, and... | Night And Day |
"is the original manuscript of the Ode to Winter. The early poems are far less corrected than the later. Would you like to look at it?" | Katharine Hilbery | had to say by heart,<|quote|>"is the original manuscript of the Ode to Winter. The early poems are far less corrected than the later. Would you like to look at it?"</|quote|>While Mr. Denham examined the | if she knew what she had to say by heart,<|quote|>"is the original manuscript of the Ode to Winter. The early poems are far less corrected than the later. Would you like to look at it?"</|quote|>While Mr. Denham examined the manuscript, she glanced up at | and beneath the table was a pair of large, worn slippers, one of which Katharine picked up, remarking: "I think my grandfather must have been at least twice as large as any one is nowadays. This," she went on, as if she knew what she had to say by heart,<|quote|>"is the original manuscript of the Ode to Winter. The ear... | receive a full impression, and then she said: "This is his writing-table. He used this pen," and she lifted a quill pen and laid it down again. The writing-table was splashed with old ink, and the pen disheveled in service. There lay the gigantic gold-rimmed spectacles, ready to his hand, and beneath the table was a pa... | lights, she stood back, as much as to say, "There!" Denham found himself looked down upon by the eyes of the great poet, Richard Alardyce, and suffered a little shock which would have led him, had he been wearing a hat, to remove it. The eyes looked at him out of the mellow pinks and yellows of the paint with divine fr... | present? Half of it s the past, and the better half, too, I should say," she added, turning to Mr. Fortescue. Denham rose, half meaning to go, and thinking that he had seen all that there was to see, but Katharine rose at the same moment, and saying, "Perhaps you would like to see the pictures," led the way across the ... | believing gentlemen with Roman noses, even if one meets them in omnibuses." Mr. Hilbery here interposed so far as Denham was concerned, and talked a great deal of sense about the solicitors profession, and the changes which he had seen in his lifetime. Indeed, Denham properly fell to his lot, owing to the fact that an ... | to go, and thinking that he had seen all that there was to see, but Katharine rose at the same moment, and saying, "Perhaps you would like to see the pictures," led the way across the drawing-room to a smaller room opening out of it. The smaller room was something like a chapel in a cathedral, or a grotto in a cave, fo... | Night And Day |
While Mr. Denham examined the manuscript, she glanced up at her grandfather, and, for the thousandth time, fell into a pleasant dreamy state in which she seemed to be the companion of those giant men, of their own lineage, at any rate, and the insignificant present moment was put to shame. That magnificent ghostly head... | No speaker | like to look at it?"<|quote|>While Mr. Denham examined the manuscript, she glanced up at her grandfather, and, for the thousandth time, fell into a pleasant dreamy state in which she seemed to be the companion of those giant men, of their own lineage, at any rate, and the insignificant present moment was put to shame. ... | than the later. Would you like to look at it?"<|quote|>While Mr. Denham examined the manuscript, she glanced up at her grandfather, and, for the thousandth time, fell into a pleasant dreamy state in which she seemed to be the companion of those giant men, of their own lineage, at any rate, and the insignificant present... | least twice as large as any one is nowadays. This," she went on, as if she knew what she had to say by heart, "is the original manuscript of the Ode to Winter. The early poems are far less corrected than the later. Would you like to look at it?"<|quote|>While Mr. Denham examined the manuscript, she glanced up at her gr... | again. The writing-table was splashed with old ink, and the pen disheveled in service. There lay the gigantic gold-rimmed spectacles, ready to his hand, and beneath the table was a pair of large, worn slippers, one of which Katharine picked up, remarking: "I think my grandfather must have been at least twice as large a... | suffered a little shock which would have led him, had he been wearing a hat, to remove it. The eyes looked at him out of the mellow pinks and yellows of the paint with divine friendliness, which embraced him, and passed on to contemplate the entire world. The paint had so faded that very little but the beautiful large ... | go, and thinking that he had seen all that there was to see, but Katharine rose at the same moment, and saying, "Perhaps you would like to see the pictures," led the way across the drawing-room to a smaller room opening out of it. The smaller room was something like a chapel in a cathedral, or a grotto in a cave, for t... | deal of sense about the solicitors profession, and the changes which he had seen in his lifetime. Indeed, Denham properly fell to his lot, owing to the fact that an article by Denham upon some legal matter, published by Mr. Hilbery in his Review, had brought them acquainted. But when a moment later Mrs. Sutton Bailey w... | of it. The smaller room was something like a chapel in a cathedral, or a grotto in a cave, for the booming sound of the traffic in the distance suggested the soft surge of waters, and the oval mirrors, with their silver surface, were like deep pools trembling beneath starlight. But the comparison to a religious temple ... | Night And Day |
"This is a copy of the first edition of the poems," | Katharine Hilbery | they were only small people.<|quote|>"This is a copy of the first edition of the poems,"</|quote|>she continued, without considering the | said to each other, for they were only small people.<|quote|>"This is a copy of the first edition of the poems,"</|quote|>she continued, without considering the fact that Mr. Denham was | rate, and the insignificant present moment was put to shame. That magnificent ghostly head on the canvas, surely, never beheld all the trivialities of a Sunday afternoon, and it did not seem to matter what she and this young man said to each other, for they were only small people.<|quote|>"This is a copy of the first e... | the later. Would you like to look at it?" While Mr. Denham examined the manuscript, she glanced up at her grandfather, and, for the thousandth time, fell into a pleasant dreamy state in which she seemed to be the companion of those giant men, of their own lineage, at any rate, and the insignificant present moment was p... | she lifted a quill pen and laid it down again. The writing-table was splashed with old ink, and the pen disheveled in service. There lay the gigantic gold-rimmed spectacles, ready to his hand, and beneath the table was a pair of large, worn slippers, one of which Katharine picked up, remarking: "I think my grandfather ... | starlight. But the comparison to a religious temple of some kind was the more apt of the two, for the little room was crowded with relics. As Katharine touched different spots, lights sprang here and there, and revealed a square mass of red-and-gold books, and then a long skirt in blue-and-white paint lustrous behind g... | were prohibited from the use of a great many convenient phrases which launch conversation into smooth waters. They were further silenced by Katharine s rather malicious determination not to help this young man, in whose upright and resolute bearing she detected something hostile to her surroundings, by any of the usual... | live exclusively in the present. After all, what IS the present? Half of it s the past, and the better half, too, I should say," she added, turning to Mr. Fortescue. Denham rose, half meaning to go, and thinking that he had seen all that there was to see, but Katharine rose at the same moment, and saying, "Perhaps you ... | Night And Day |
she continued, without considering the fact that Mr. Denham was still occupied with the manuscript, | No speaker | first edition of the poems,"<|quote|>she continued, without considering the fact that Mr. Denham was still occupied with the manuscript,</|quote|>"which contains several poems that | is a copy of the first edition of the poems,"<|quote|>she continued, without considering the fact that Mr. Denham was still occupied with the manuscript,</|quote|>"which contains several poems that have not been reprinted, as | magnificent ghostly head on the canvas, surely, never beheld all the trivialities of a Sunday afternoon, and it did not seem to matter what she and this young man said to each other, for they were only small people. "This is a copy of the first edition of the poems,"<|quote|>she continued, without considering the fact ... | Denham examined the manuscript, she glanced up at her grandfather, and, for the thousandth time, fell into a pleasant dreamy state in which she seemed to be the companion of those giant men, of their own lineage, at any rate, and the insignificant present moment was put to shame. That magnificent ghostly head on the ca... | writing-table was splashed with old ink, and the pen disheveled in service. There lay the gigantic gold-rimmed spectacles, ready to his hand, and beneath the table was a pair of large, worn slippers, one of which Katharine picked up, remarking: "I think my grandfather must have been at least twice as large as any one i... | was the more apt of the two, for the little room was crowded with relics. As Katharine touched different spots, lights sprang here and there, and revealed a square mass of red-and-gold books, and then a long skirt in blue-and-white paint lustrous behind glass, and then a mahogany writing-table, with its orderly equipme... | which launch conversation into smooth waters. They were further silenced by Katharine s rather malicious determination not to help this young man, in whose upright and resolute bearing she detected something hostile to her surroundings, by any of the usual feminine amenities. They therefore sat silent, Denham controlli... | a smaller room opening out of it. The smaller room was something like a chapel in a cathedral, or a grotto in a cave, for the booming sound of the traffic in the distance suggested the soft surge of waters, and the oval mirrors, with their silver surface, were like deep pools trembling beneath starlight. But the compar... | Night And Day |
"which contains several poems that have not been reprinted, as well as corrections." | Katharine Hilbery | still occupied with the manuscript,<|quote|>"which contains several poems that have not been reprinted, as well as corrections."</|quote|>She paused for a minute, | fact that Mr. Denham was still occupied with the manuscript,<|quote|>"which contains several poems that have not been reprinted, as well as corrections."</|quote|>She paused for a minute, and then went on, as | afternoon, and it did not seem to matter what she and this young man said to each other, for they were only small people. "This is a copy of the first edition of the poems," she continued, without considering the fact that Mr. Denham was still occupied with the manuscript,<|quote|>"which contains several poems that hav... | fell into a pleasant dreamy state in which she seemed to be the companion of those giant men, of their own lineage, at any rate, and the insignificant present moment was put to shame. That magnificent ghostly head on the canvas, surely, never beheld all the trivialities of a Sunday afternoon, and it did not seem to mat... | gigantic gold-rimmed spectacles, ready to his hand, and beneath the table was a pair of large, worn slippers, one of which Katharine picked up, remarking: "I think my grandfather must have been at least twice as large as any one is nowadays. This," she went on, as if she knew what she had to say by heart, "is the origi... | As Katharine touched different spots, lights sprang here and there, and revealed a square mass of red-and-gold books, and then a long skirt in blue-and-white paint lustrous behind glass, and then a mahogany writing-table, with its orderly equipment, and, finally, a picture above the table, to which special illumination... | determination not to help this young man, in whose upright and resolute bearing she detected something hostile to her surroundings, by any of the usual feminine amenities. They therefore sat silent, Denham controlling his desire to say something abrupt and explosive, which should shock her into life. But Mrs. Hilbery w... | present. After all, what IS the present? Half of it s the past, and the better half, too, I should say," she added, turning to Mr. Fortescue. Denham rose, half meaning to go, and thinking that he had seen all that there was to see, but Katharine rose at the same moment, and saying, "Perhaps you would like to see the pi... | Night And Day |
She paused for a minute, and then went on, as if these spaces had all been calculated. | No speaker | reprinted, as well as corrections."<|quote|>She paused for a minute, and then went on, as if these spaces had all been calculated.</|quote|>"That lady in blue is | poems that have not been reprinted, as well as corrections."<|quote|>She paused for a minute, and then went on, as if these spaces had all been calculated.</|quote|>"That lady in blue is my great-grandmother, by Millington. Here | man said to each other, for they were only small people. "This is a copy of the first edition of the poems," she continued, without considering the fact that Mr. Denham was still occupied with the manuscript, "which contains several poems that have not been reprinted, as well as corrections."<|quote|>She paused for a m... | companion of those giant men, of their own lineage, at any rate, and the insignificant present moment was put to shame. That magnificent ghostly head on the canvas, surely, never beheld all the trivialities of a Sunday afternoon, and it did not seem to matter what she and this young man said to each other, for they wer... | pair of large, worn slippers, one of which Katharine picked up, remarking: "I think my grandfather must have been at least twice as large as any one is nowadays. This," she went on, as if she knew what she had to say by heart, "is the original manuscript of the Ode to Winter. The early poems are far less corrected than... | square mass of red-and-gold books, and then a long skirt in blue-and-white paint lustrous behind glass, and then a mahogany writing-table, with its orderly equipment, and, finally, a picture above the table, to which special illumination was accorded. When Katharine had touched these last lights, she stood back, as muc... | she detected something hostile to her surroundings, by any of the usual feminine amenities. They therefore sat silent, Denham controlling his desire to say something abrupt and explosive, which should shock her into life. But Mrs. Hilbery was immediately sensitive to any silence in the drawing-room, as of a dumb note i... | on to contemplate the entire world. The paint had so faded that very little but the beautiful large eyes were left, dark in the surrounding dimness. Katharine waited as though for him to receive a full impression, and then she said: "This is his writing-table. He used this pen," and she lifted a quill pen and laid it d... | Night And Day |
"That lady in blue is my great-grandmother, by Millington. Here is my uncle s walking-stick he was Sir Richard Warburton, you know, and rode with Havelock to the Relief of Lucknow. And then, let me see oh, that s the original Alardyce, 1697, the founder of the family fortunes, with his wife. Some one gave us this bowl ... | Katharine Hilbery | spaces had all been calculated.<|quote|>"That lady in blue is my great-grandmother, by Millington. Here is my uncle s walking-stick he was Sir Richard Warburton, you know, and rode with Havelock to the Relief of Lucknow. And then, let me see oh, that s the original Alardyce, 1697, the founder of the family fortunes, wi... | went on, as if these spaces had all been calculated.<|quote|>"That lady in blue is my great-grandmother, by Millington. Here is my uncle s walking-stick he was Sir Richard Warburton, you know, and rode with Havelock to the Relief of Lucknow. And then, let me see oh, that s the original Alardyce, 1697, the founder of th... | first edition of the poems," she continued, without considering the fact that Mr. Denham was still occupied with the manuscript, "which contains several poems that have not been reprinted, as well as corrections." She paused for a minute, and then went on, as if these spaces had all been calculated.<|quote|>"That lady ... | was put to shame. That magnificent ghostly head on the canvas, surely, never beheld all the trivialities of a Sunday afternoon, and it did not seem to matter what she and this young man said to each other, for they were only small people. "This is a copy of the first edition of the poems," she continued, without consid... | have been at least twice as large as any one is nowadays. This," she went on, as if she knew what she had to say by heart, "is the original manuscript of the Ode to Winter. The early poems are far less corrected than the later. Would you like to look at it?" While Mr. Denham examined the manuscript, she glanced up at h... | then a mahogany writing-table, with its orderly equipment, and, finally, a picture above the table, to which special illumination was accorded. When Katharine had touched these last lights, she stood back, as much as to say, "There!" Denham found himself looked down upon by the eyes of the great poet, Richard Alardyce,... | silent, Denham controlling his desire to say something abrupt and explosive, which should shock her into life. But Mrs. Hilbery was immediately sensitive to any silence in the drawing-room, as of a dumb note in a sonorous scale, and leaning across the table she observed, in the curiously tentative detached manner which... | rose, half meaning to go, and thinking that he had seen all that there was to see, but Katharine rose at the same moment, and saying, "Perhaps you would like to see the pictures," led the way across the drawing-room to a smaller room opening out of it. The smaller room was something like a chapel in a cathedral, or a g... | Night And Day |
Here she stopped for a moment, wondering why it was that Mr. Denham said nothing. Her feeling that he was antagonistic to her, which had lapsed while she thought of her family possessions, returned so keenly that she stopped in the middle of her catalog and looked at him. Her mother, wishing to connect him reputably wi... | No speaker | to celebrate their silver wedding-day."<|quote|>Here she stopped for a moment, wondering why it was that Mr. Denham said nothing. Her feeling that he was antagonistic to her, which had lapsed while she thought of her family possessions, returned so keenly that she stopped in the middle of her catalog and looked at him.... | must have been given them to celebrate their silver wedding-day."<|quote|>Here she stopped for a moment, wondering why it was that Mr. Denham said nothing. Her feeling that he was antagonistic to her, which had lapsed while she thought of her family possessions, returned so keenly that she stopped in the middle of her ... | And then, let me see oh, that s the original Alardyce, 1697, the founder of the family fortunes, with his wife. Some one gave us this bowl the other day because it has their crest and initials. We think it must have been given them to celebrate their silver wedding-day."<|quote|>Here she stopped for a moment, wondering... | as corrections." She paused for a minute, and then went on, as if these spaces had all been calculated. "That lady in blue is my great-grandmother, by Millington. Here is my uncle s walking-stick he was Sir Richard Warburton, you know, and rode with Havelock to the Relief of Lucknow. And then, let me see oh, that s the... | be the companion of those giant men, of their own lineage, at any rate, and the insignificant present moment was put to shame. That magnificent ghostly head on the canvas, surely, never beheld all the trivialities of a Sunday afternoon, and it did not seem to matter what she and this young man said to each other, for t... | and yellows of the paint with divine friendliness, which embraced him, and passed on to contemplate the entire world. The paint had so faded that very little but the beautiful large eyes were left, dark in the surrounding dimness. Katharine waited as though for him to receive a full impression, and then she said: "This... | Is it his tie, Katharine, or his hair, or the way he sits in his chair? Do tell me, Mr. Denham, are you an admirer of Ruskin? Some one, the other day, said to me, Oh, no, we don t read Ruskin, Mrs. Hilbery. What _do_ you read, I wonder? for you can t spend all your time going up in aeroplanes and burrowing into the bow... | a little shock which would have led him, had he been wearing a hat, to remove it. The eyes looked at him out of the mellow pinks and yellows of the paint with divine friendliness, which embraced him, and passed on to contemplate the entire world. The paint had so faded that very little but the beautiful large eyes were... | Night And Day |
"You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." | Ralph Denham | down the manuscript and said:<|quote|>"You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery."</|quote|>"Yes, I am," Katharine answered, | in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said:<|quote|>"You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery."</|quote|>"Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you | of her dead heroes if it had been adorned with side-whiskers. In his spare build and thin, though healthy, cheeks, she saw tokens of an angular and acrid soul. His voice, she noticed, had a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said:<|quote|>"You must be very proud of your family,... | of the usual masculine impersonality and authority, might reveal more subtle emotions under favorable circumstances, for they were large, and of a clear, brown color; they seemed unexpectedly to hesitate and speculate; but Katharine only looked at him to wonder whether his face would not have come nearer the standard o... | the young man than was fair, for a young man paying a call in a tail-coat is in a different element altogether from a head seized at its climax of expressiveness, gazing immutably from behind a sheet of glass, which was all that remained to her of Mr. Ruskin. He had a singular face a face built for swiftness and decisi... | Denham was still occupied with the manuscript, "which contains several poems that have not been reprinted, as well as corrections." She paused for a minute, and then went on, as if these spaces had all been calculated. "That lady in blue is my great-grandmother, by Millington. Here is my uncle s walking-stick he was Si... | the little room was crowded with relics. As Katharine touched different spots, lights sprang here and there, and revealed a square mass of red-and-gold books, and then a long skirt in blue-and-white paint lustrous behind glass, and then a mahogany writing-table, with its orderly equipment, and, finally, a picture above... | "which contains several poems that have not been reprinted, as well as corrections." She paused for a minute, and then went on, as if these spaces had all been calculated. "That lady in blue is my great-grandmother, by Millington. Here is my uncle s walking-stick he was Sir Richard Warburton, you know, and rode with Ha... | Night And Day |
"Yes, I am," | Katharine Hilbery | of your family, Miss Hilbery."<|quote|>"Yes, I am,"</|quote|>Katharine answered, and she added, | "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery."<|quote|>"Yes, I am,"</|quote|>Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s | side-whiskers. In his spare build and thin, though healthy, cheeks, she saw tokens of an angular and acrid soul. His voice, she noticed, had a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery."<|quote|>"Yes, I am,"</|quote|>Katharine... | subtle emotions under favorable circumstances, for they were large, and of a clear, brown color; they seemed unexpectedly to hesitate and speculate; but Katharine only looked at him to wonder whether his face would not have come nearer the standard of her dead heroes if it had been adorned with side-whiskers. In his sp... | paying a call in a tail-coat is in a different element altogether from a head seized at its climax of expressiveness, gazing immutably from behind a sheet of glass, which was all that remained to her of Mr. Ruskin. He had a singular face a face built for swiftness and decision rather than for massive contemplation; the... | poems that have not been reprinted, as well as corrections." She paused for a minute, and then went on, as if these spaces had all been calculated. "That lady in blue is my great-grandmother, by Millington. Here is my uncle s walking-stick he was Sir Richard Warburton, you know, and rode with Havelock to the Relief of ... | different spots, lights sprang here and there, and revealed a square mass of red-and-gold books, and then a long skirt in blue-and-white paint lustrous behind glass, and then a mahogany writing-table, with its orderly equipment, and, finally, a picture above the table, to which special illumination was accorded. When K... | well as corrections." She paused for a minute, and then went on, as if these spaces had all been calculated. "That lady in blue is my great-grandmother, by Millington. Here is my uncle s walking-stick he was Sir Richard Warburton, you know, and rode with Havelock to the Relief of Lucknow. And then, let me see oh, that ... | Night And Day |
Katharine answered, and she added, | No speaker | Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am,"<|quote|>Katharine answered, and she added,</|quote|>"Do you think there s | very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am,"<|quote|>Katharine answered, and she added,</|quote|>"Do you think there s anything wrong in that?" "Wrong? | spare build and thin, though healthy, cheeks, she saw tokens of an angular and acrid soul. His voice, she noticed, had a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am,"<|quote|>Katharine answered, and she added,</|quo... | favorable circumstances, for they were large, and of a clear, brown color; they seemed unexpectedly to hesitate and speculate; but Katharine only looked at him to wonder whether his face would not have come nearer the standard of her dead heroes if it had been adorned with side-whiskers. In his spare build and thin, th... | in a tail-coat is in a different element altogether from a head seized at its climax of expressiveness, gazing immutably from behind a sheet of glass, which was all that remained to her of Mr. Ruskin. He had a singular face a face built for swiftness and decision rather than for massive contemplation; the forehead broa... | not been reprinted, as well as corrections." She paused for a minute, and then went on, as if these spaces had all been calculated. "That lady in blue is my great-grandmother, by Millington. Here is my uncle s walking-stick he was Sir Richard Warburton, you know, and rode with Havelock to the Relief of Lucknow. And the... | sprang here and there, and revealed a square mass of red-and-gold books, and then a long skirt in blue-and-white paint lustrous behind glass, and then a mahogany writing-table, with its orderly equipment, and, finally, a picture above the table, to which special illumination was accorded. When Katharine had touched the... | blue is my great-grandmother, by Millington. Here is my uncle s walking-stick he was Sir Richard Warburton, you know, and rode with Havelock to the Relief of Lucknow. And then, let me see oh, that s the original Alardyce, 1697, the founder of the family fortunes, with his wife. Some one gave us this bowl the other day ... | Night And Day |
"Do you think there s anything wrong in that?" | Katharine Hilbery | Katharine answered, and she added,<|quote|>"Do you think there s anything wrong in that?"</|quote|>"Wrong? How should it be | Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added,<|quote|>"Do you think there s anything wrong in that?"</|quote|>"Wrong? How should it be wrong? It must be a | healthy, cheeks, she saw tokens of an angular and acrid soul. His voice, she noticed, had a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added,<|quote|>"Do you think there s anything wro... | large, and of a clear, brown color; they seemed unexpectedly to hesitate and speculate; but Katharine only looked at him to wonder whether his face would not have come nearer the standard of her dead heroes if it had been adorned with side-whiskers. In his spare build and thin, though healthy, cheeks, she saw tokens of... | a different element altogether from a head seized at its climax of expressiveness, gazing immutably from behind a sheet of glass, which was all that remained to her of Mr. Ruskin. He had a singular face a face built for swiftness and decision rather than for massive contemplation; the forehead broad, the nose long and ... | as corrections." She paused for a minute, and then went on, as if these spaces had all been calculated. "That lady in blue is my great-grandmother, by Millington. Here is my uncle s walking-stick he was Sir Richard Warburton, you know, and rode with Havelock to the Relief of Lucknow. And then, let me see oh, that s the... | revealed a square mass of red-and-gold books, and then a long skirt in blue-and-white paint lustrous behind glass, and then a mahogany writing-table, with its orderly equipment, and, finally, a picture above the table, to which special illumination was accorded. When Katharine had touched these last lights, she stood b... | manuscript, "which contains several poems that have not been reprinted, as well as corrections." She paused for a minute, and then went on, as if these spaces had all been calculated. "That lady in blue is my great-grandmother, by Millington. Here is my uncle s walking-stick he was Sir Richard Warburton, you know, and ... | Night And Day |
"Wrong? How should it be wrong? It must be a bore, though, showing your things to visitors," | Ralph Denham | s anything wrong in that?"<|quote|>"Wrong? How should it be wrong? It must be a bore, though, showing your things to visitors,"</|quote|>he added reflectively. "Not if | added, "Do you think there s anything wrong in that?"<|quote|>"Wrong? How should it be wrong? It must be a bore, though, showing your things to visitors,"</|quote|>he added reflectively. "Not if the visitors like them." "Isn | acrid soul. His voice, she noticed, had a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s anything wrong in that?"<|quote|>"Wrong? How should it be wrong? It mu... | unexpectedly to hesitate and speculate; but Katharine only looked at him to wonder whether his face would not have come nearer the standard of her dead heroes if it had been adorned with side-whiskers. In his spare build and thin, though healthy, cheeks, she saw tokens of an angular and acrid soul. His voice, she notic... | its climax of expressiveness, gazing immutably from behind a sheet of glass, which was all that remained to her of Mr. Ruskin. He had a singular face a face built for swiftness and decision rather than for massive contemplation; the forehead broad, the nose long and formidable, the lips clean-shaven and at once dogged ... | went on, as if these spaces had all been calculated. "That lady in blue is my great-grandmother, by Millington. Here is my uncle s walking-stick he was Sir Richard Warburton, you know, and rode with Havelock to the Relief of Lucknow. And then, let me see oh, that s the original Alardyce, 1697, the founder of the family... | a long skirt in blue-and-white paint lustrous behind glass, and then a mahogany writing-table, with its orderly equipment, and, finally, a picture above the table, to which special illumination was accorded. When Katharine had touched these last lights, she stood back, as much as to say, "There!" Denham found himself l... | a pleasant dreamy state in which she seemed to be the companion of those giant men, of their own lineage, at any rate, and the insignificant present moment was put to shame. That magnificent ghostly head on the canvas, surely, never beheld all the trivialities of a Sunday afternoon, and it did not seem to matter what s... | Night And Day |
he added reflectively. | No speaker | showing your things to visitors,"<|quote|>he added reflectively.</|quote|>"Not if the visitors like | must be a bore, though, showing your things to visitors,"<|quote|>he added reflectively.</|quote|>"Not if the visitors like them." "Isn t it difficult | laid down the manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s anything wrong in that?" "Wrong? How should it be wrong? It must be a bore, though, showing your things to visitors,"<|quote|>he added reflectively.</|quote|>"N... | not have come nearer the standard of her dead heroes if it had been adorned with side-whiskers. In his spare build and thin, though healthy, cheeks, she saw tokens of an angular and acrid soul. His voice, she noticed, had a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said: "You must be ... | to her of Mr. Ruskin. He had a singular face a face built for swiftness and decision rather than for massive contemplation; the forehead broad, the nose long and formidable, the lips clean-shaven and at once dogged and sensitive, the cheeks lean, with a deeply running tide of red blood in them. His eyes, expressive now... | by Millington. Here is my uncle s walking-stick he was Sir Richard Warburton, you know, and rode with Havelock to the Relief of Lucknow. And then, let me see oh, that s the original Alardyce, 1697, the founder of the family fortunes, with his wife. Some one gave us this bowl the other day because it has their crest and... | equipment, and, finally, a picture above the table, to which special illumination was accorded. When Katharine had touched these last lights, she stood back, as much as to say, "There!" Denham found himself looked down upon by the eyes of the great poet, Richard Alardyce, and suffered a little shock which would have le... | behind a sheet of glass, which was all that remained to her of Mr. Ruskin. He had a singular face a face built for swiftness and decision rather than for massive contemplation; the forehead broad, the nose long and formidable, the lips clean-shaven and at once dogged and sensitive, the cheeks lean, with a deeply runnin... | Night And Day |
"Not if the visitors like them." | Katharine Hilbery | to visitors," he added reflectively.<|quote|>"Not if the visitors like them."</|quote|>"Isn t it difficult to | bore, though, showing your things to visitors," he added reflectively.<|quote|>"Not if the visitors like them."</|quote|>"Isn t it difficult to live up to your ancestors?" | manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s anything wrong in that?" "Wrong? How should it be wrong? It must be a bore, though, showing your things to visitors," he added reflectively.<|quote|>"Not if the visitors like... | nearer the standard of her dead heroes if it had been adorned with side-whiskers. In his spare build and thin, though healthy, cheeks, she saw tokens of an angular and acrid soul. His voice, she noticed, had a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of ... | Mr. Ruskin. He had a singular face a face built for swiftness and decision rather than for massive contemplation; the forehead broad, the nose long and formidable, the lips clean-shaven and at once dogged and sensitive, the cheeks lean, with a deeply running tide of red blood in them. His eyes, expressive now of the us... | is my uncle s walking-stick he was Sir Richard Warburton, you know, and rode with Havelock to the Relief of Lucknow. And then, let me see oh, that s the original Alardyce, 1697, the founder of the family fortunes, with his wife. Some one gave us this bowl the other day because it has their crest and initials. We think ... | a picture above the table, to which special illumination was accorded. When Katharine had touched these last lights, she stood back, as much as to say, "There!" Denham found himself looked down upon by the eyes of the great poet, Richard Alardyce, and suffered a little shock which would have led him, had he been wearin... | for a young man paying a call in a tail-coat is in a different element altogether from a head seized at its climax of expressiveness, gazing immutably from behind a sheet of glass, which was all that remained to her of Mr. Ruskin. He had a singular face a face built for swiftness and decision rather than for massive co... | Night And Day |
"Isn t it difficult to live up to your ancestors?" | Ralph Denham | if the visitors like them."<|quote|>"Isn t it difficult to live up to your ancestors?"</|quote|>he proceeded. "I dare say | visitors," he added reflectively. "Not if the visitors like them."<|quote|>"Isn t it difficult to live up to your ancestors?"</|quote|>he proceeded. "I dare say I shouldn t try to | very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s anything wrong in that?" "Wrong? How should it be wrong? It must be a bore, though, showing your things to visitors," he added reflectively. "Not if the visitors like them."<|quote|>"Isn t it difficult to liv... | heroes if it had been adorned with side-whiskers. In his spare build and thin, though healthy, cheeks, she saw tokens of an angular and acrid soul. His voice, she noticed, had a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes... | face a face built for swiftness and decision rather than for massive contemplation; the forehead broad, the nose long and formidable, the lips clean-shaven and at once dogged and sensitive, the cheeks lean, with a deeply running tide of red blood in them. His eyes, expressive now of the usual masculine impersonality an... | was Sir Richard Warburton, you know, and rode with Havelock to the Relief of Lucknow. And then, let me see oh, that s the original Alardyce, 1697, the founder of the family fortunes, with his wife. Some one gave us this bowl the other day because it has their crest and initials. We think it must have been given them to... | which special illumination was accorded. When Katharine had touched these last lights, she stood back, as much as to say, "There!" Denham found himself looked down upon by the eyes of the great poet, Richard Alardyce, and suffered a little shock which would have led him, had he been wearing a hat, to remove it. The eye... | of the family fortunes, with his wife. Some one gave us this bowl the other day because it has their crest and initials. We think it must have been given them to celebrate their silver wedding-day." Here she stopped for a moment, wondering why it was that Mr. Denham said nothing. Her feeling that he was antagonistic to... | Night And Day |
he proceeded. | No speaker | live up to your ancestors?"<|quote|>he proceeded.</|quote|>"I dare say I shouldn | "Isn t it difficult to live up to your ancestors?"<|quote|>he proceeded.</|quote|>"I dare say I shouldn t try to write poetry," | Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s anything wrong in that?" "Wrong? How should it be wrong? It must be a bore, though, showing your things to visitors," he added reflectively. "Not if the visitors like them." "Isn t it difficult to live up to your ancestors?"<|quote|>he proceeded.</|quote|>"I dare... | spare build and thin, though healthy, cheeks, she saw tokens of an angular and acrid soul. His voice, she noticed, had a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think... | for massive contemplation; the forehead broad, the nose long and formidable, the lips clean-shaven and at once dogged and sensitive, the cheeks lean, with a deeply running tide of red blood in them. His eyes, expressive now of the usual masculine impersonality and authority, might reveal more subtle emotions under favo... | to the Relief of Lucknow. And then, let me see oh, that s the original Alardyce, 1697, the founder of the family fortunes, with his wife. Some one gave us this bowl the other day because it has their crest and initials. We think it must have been given them to celebrate their silver wedding-day." Here she stopped for a... | last lights, she stood back, as much as to say, "There!" Denham found himself looked down upon by the eyes of the great poet, Richard Alardyce, and suffered a little shock which would have led him, had he been wearing a hat, to remove it. The eyes looked at him out of the mellow pinks and yellows of the paint with divi... | you know, and rode with Havelock to the Relief of Lucknow. And then, let me see oh, that s the original Alardyce, 1697, the founder of the family fortunes, with his wife. Some one gave us this bowl the other day because it has their crest and initials. We think it must have been given them to celebrate their silver wed... | Night And Day |
"I dare say I shouldn t try to write poetry," | Katharine Hilbery | to your ancestors?" he proceeded.<|quote|>"I dare say I shouldn t try to write poetry,"</|quote|>Katharine replied. "No. And that | it difficult to live up to your ancestors?" he proceeded.<|quote|>"I dare say I shouldn t try to write poetry,"</|quote|>Katharine replied. "No. And that s what I should hate. | and she added, "Do you think there s anything wrong in that?" "Wrong? How should it be wrong? It must be a bore, though, showing your things to visitors," he added reflectively. "Not if the visitors like them." "Isn t it difficult to live up to your ancestors?" he proceeded.<|quote|>"I dare say I shouldn t try to write... | and thin, though healthy, cheeks, she saw tokens of an angular and acrid soul. His voice, she noticed, had a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s any... | contemplation; the forehead broad, the nose long and formidable, the lips clean-shaven and at once dogged and sensitive, the cheeks lean, with a deeply running tide of red blood in them. His eyes, expressive now of the usual masculine impersonality and authority, might reveal more subtle emotions under favorable circum... | Relief of Lucknow. And then, let me see oh, that s the original Alardyce, 1697, the founder of the family fortunes, with his wife. Some one gave us this bowl the other day because it has their crest and initials. We think it must have been given them to celebrate their silver wedding-day." Here she stopped for a moment... | she stood back, as much as to say, "There!" Denham found himself looked down upon by the eyes of the great poet, Richard Alardyce, and suffered a little shock which would have led him, had he been wearing a hat, to remove it. The eyes looked at him out of the mellow pinks and yellows of the paint with divine friendline... | the trivialities of a Sunday afternoon, and it did not seem to matter what she and this young man said to each other, for they were only small people. "This is a copy of the first edition of the poems," she continued, without considering the fact that Mr. Denham was still occupied with the manuscript, "which contains s... | Night And Day |
Katharine replied. | No speaker | t try to write poetry,"<|quote|>Katharine replied.</|quote|>"No. And that s what | "I dare say I shouldn t try to write poetry,"<|quote|>Katharine replied.</|quote|>"No. And that s what I should hate. I couldn | in that?" "Wrong? How should it be wrong? It must be a bore, though, showing your things to visitors," he added reflectively. "Not if the visitors like them." "Isn t it difficult to live up to your ancestors?" he proceeded. "I dare say I shouldn t try to write poetry,"<|quote|>Katharine replied.</|quote|>"No. And that ... | angular and acrid soul. His voice, she noticed, had a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s anything wrong in that?" "Wrong? How should it be wrong? I... | lips clean-shaven and at once dogged and sensitive, the cheeks lean, with a deeply running tide of red blood in them. His eyes, expressive now of the usual masculine impersonality and authority, might reveal more subtle emotions under favorable circumstances, for they were large, and of a clear, brown color; they seeme... | s the original Alardyce, 1697, the founder of the family fortunes, with his wife. Some one gave us this bowl the other day because it has their crest and initials. We think it must have been given them to celebrate their silver wedding-day." Here she stopped for a moment, wondering why it was that Mr. Denham said nothi... | found himself looked down upon by the eyes of the great poet, Richard Alardyce, and suffered a little shock which would have led him, had he been wearing a hat, to remove it. The eyes looked at him out of the mellow pinks and yellows of the paint with divine friendliness, which embraced him, and passed on to contemplat... | manuscript, she glanced up at her grandfather, and, for the thousandth time, fell into a pleasant dreamy state in which she seemed to be the companion of those giant men, of their own lineage, at any rate, and the insignificant present moment was put to shame. That magnificent ghostly head on the canvas, surely, never ... | Night And Day |
"No. And that s what I should hate. I couldn t bear my grandfather to cut me out. And, after all," | Ralph Denham | to write poetry," Katharine replied.<|quote|>"No. And that s what I should hate. I couldn t bear my grandfather to cut me out. And, after all,"</|quote|>Denham went on, glancing round | say I shouldn t try to write poetry," Katharine replied.<|quote|>"No. And that s what I should hate. I couldn t bear my grandfather to cut me out. And, after all,"</|quote|>Denham went on, glancing round him satirically, as Katharine thought, | "Wrong? How should it be wrong? It must be a bore, though, showing your things to visitors," he added reflectively. "Not if the visitors like them." "Isn t it difficult to live up to your ancestors?" he proceeded. "I dare say I shouldn t try to write poetry," Katharine replied.<|quote|>"No. And that s what I should hat... | acrid soul. His voice, she noticed, had a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s anything wrong in that?" "Wrong? How should it be wrong? It must be a ... | and at once dogged and sensitive, the cheeks lean, with a deeply running tide of red blood in them. His eyes, expressive now of the usual masculine impersonality and authority, might reveal more subtle emotions under favorable circumstances, for they were large, and of a clear, brown color; they seemed unexpectedly to ... | original Alardyce, 1697, the founder of the family fortunes, with his wife. Some one gave us this bowl the other day because it has their crest and initials. We think it must have been given them to celebrate their silver wedding-day." Here she stopped for a moment, wondering why it was that Mr. Denham said nothing. He... | looked down upon by the eyes of the great poet, Richard Alardyce, and suffered a little shock which would have led him, had he been wearing a hat, to remove it. The eyes looked at him out of the mellow pinks and yellows of the paint with divine friendliness, which embraced him, and passed on to contemplate the entire w... | gave us this bowl the other day because it has their crest and initials. We think it must have been given them to celebrate their silver wedding-day." Here she stopped for a moment, wondering why it was that Mr. Denham said nothing. Her feeling that he was antagonistic to her, which had lapsed while she thought of her ... | Night And Day |
Denham went on, glancing round him satirically, as Katharine thought, | No speaker | me out. And, after all,"<|quote|>Denham went on, glancing round him satirically, as Katharine thought,</|quote|>"it s not your grandfather | bear my grandfather to cut me out. And, after all,"<|quote|>Denham went on, glancing round him satirically, as Katharine thought,</|quote|>"it s not your grandfather only. You re cut out | if the visitors like them." "Isn t it difficult to live up to your ancestors?" he proceeded. "I dare say I shouldn t try to write poetry," Katharine replied. "No. And that s what I should hate. I couldn t bear my grandfather to cut me out. And, after all,"<|quote|>Denham went on, glancing round him satirically, as Kath... | and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s anything wrong in that?" "Wrong? How should it be wrong? It must be a bore, though, showing your things to visitors," he added reflectively. "Not if the visitors like them." "Isn t it d... | expressive now of the usual masculine impersonality and authority, might reveal more subtle emotions under favorable circumstances, for they were large, and of a clear, brown color; they seemed unexpectedly to hesitate and speculate; but Katharine only looked at him to wonder whether his face would not have come nearer... | because it has their crest and initials. We think it must have been given them to celebrate their silver wedding-day." Here she stopped for a moment, wondering why it was that Mr. Denham said nothing. Her feeling that he was antagonistic to her, which had lapsed while she thought of her family possessions, returned so ... | him, had he been wearing a hat, to remove it. The eyes looked at him out of the mellow pinks and yellows of the paint with divine friendliness, which embraced him, and passed on to contemplate the entire world. The paint had so faded that very little but the beautiful large eyes were left, dark in the surrounding dimne... | occupied with the manuscript, "which contains several poems that have not been reprinted, as well as corrections." She paused for a minute, and then went on, as if these spaces had all been calculated. "That lady in blue is my great-grandmother, by Millington. Here is my uncle s walking-stick he was Sir Richard Warburt... | Night And Day |
"it s not your grandfather only. You re cut out all the way round. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England. There are the Warburtons and the Mannings and you re related to the Otways, aren t you? I read it all in some magazine," | Ralph Denham | him satirically, as Katharine thought,<|quote|>"it s not your grandfather only. You re cut out all the way round. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England. There are the Warburtons and the Mannings and you re related to the Otways, aren t you? I read it all in some magazine,"</|quote|>he ... | Denham went on, glancing round him satirically, as Katharine thought,<|quote|>"it s not your grandfather only. You re cut out all the way round. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England. There are the Warburtons and the Mannings and you re related to the Otways, aren t you? I read it all ... | live up to your ancestors?" he proceeded. "I dare say I shouldn t try to write poetry," Katharine replied. "No. And that s what I should hate. I couldn t bear my grandfather to cut me out. And, after all," Denham went on, glancing round him satirically, as Katharine thought,<|quote|>"it s not your grandfather only. You... | Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s anything wrong in that?" "Wrong? How should it be wrong? It must be a bore, though, showing your things to visitors," he added reflectively. "Not if the visitors like them." "Isn t it difficult to live up to your ancestors?" he proceed... | reveal more subtle emotions under favorable circumstances, for they were large, and of a clear, brown color; they seemed unexpectedly to hesitate and speculate; but Katharine only looked at him to wonder whether his face would not have come nearer the standard of her dead heroes if it had been adorned with side-whisker... | must have been given them to celebrate their silver wedding-day." Here she stopped for a moment, wondering why it was that Mr. Denham said nothing. Her feeling that he was antagonistic to her, which had lapsed while she thought of her family possessions, returned so keenly that she stopped in the middle of her catalog ... | The eyes looked at him out of the mellow pinks and yellows of the paint with divine friendliness, which embraced him, and passed on to contemplate the entire world. The paint had so faded that very little but the beautiful large eyes were left, dark in the surrounding dimness. Katharine waited as though for him to rece... | Her feeling that he was antagonistic to her, which had lapsed while she thought of her family possessions, returned so keenly that she stopped in the middle of her catalog and looked at him. Her mother, wishing to connect him reputably with the great dead, had compared him with Mr. Ruskin; and the comparison was in Kat... | Night And Day |
he added. | No speaker | it all in some magazine,"<|quote|>he added.</|quote|>"The Otways are my cousins," | aren t you? I read it all in some magazine,"<|quote|>he added.</|quote|>"The Otways are my cousins," Katharine replied. "Well," said Denham, | s not your grandfather only. You re cut out all the way round. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England. There are the Warburtons and the Mannings and you re related to the Otways, aren t you? I read it all in some magazine,"<|quote|>he added.</|quote|>"The Otways are my cousins," Kathari... | up to your ancestors?" he proceeded. "I dare say I shouldn t try to write poetry," Katharine replied. "No. And that s what I should hate. I couldn t bear my grandfather to cut me out. And, after all," Denham went on, glancing round him satirically, as Katharine thought, "it s not your grandfather only. You re cut out a... | with side-whiskers. In his spare build and thin, though healthy, cheeks, she saw tokens of an angular and acrid soul. His voice, she noticed, had a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, a... | middle of her catalog and looked at him. Her mother, wishing to connect him reputably with the great dead, had compared him with Mr. Ruskin; and the comparison was in Katharine s mind, and led her to be more critical of the young man than was fair, for a young man paying a call in a tail-coat is in a different element ... | as though for him to receive a full impression, and then she said: "This is his writing-table. He used this pen," and she lifted a quill pen and laid it down again. The writing-table was splashed with old ink, and the pen disheveled in service. There lay the gigantic gold-rimmed spectacles, ready to his hand, and benea... | for massive contemplation; the forehead broad, the nose long and formidable, the lips clean-shaven and at once dogged and sensitive, the cheeks lean, with a deeply running tide of red blood in them. His eyes, expressive now of the usual masculine impersonality and authority, might reveal more subtle emotions under favo... | Night And Day |
"The Otways are my cousins," | Katharine Hilbery | in some magazine," he added.<|quote|>"The Otways are my cousins,"</|quote|>Katharine replied. "Well," said Denham, | you? I read it all in some magazine," he added.<|quote|>"The Otways are my cousins,"</|quote|>Katharine replied. "Well," said Denham, in a final tone of | your grandfather only. You re cut out all the way round. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England. There are the Warburtons and the Mannings and you re related to the Otways, aren t you? I read it all in some magazine," he added.<|quote|>"The Otways are my cousins,"</|quote|>Katharine rep... | your ancestors?" he proceeded. "I dare say I shouldn t try to write poetry," Katharine replied. "No. And that s what I should hate. I couldn t bear my grandfather to cut me out. And, after all," Denham went on, glancing round him satirically, as Katharine thought, "it s not your grandfather only. You re cut out all the... | In his spare build and thin, though healthy, cheeks, she saw tokens of an angular and acrid soul. His voice, she noticed, had a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do yo... | her catalog and looked at him. Her mother, wishing to connect him reputably with the great dead, had compared him with Mr. Ruskin; and the comparison was in Katharine s mind, and led her to be more critical of the young man than was fair, for a young man paying a call in a tail-coat is in a different element altogether... | for him to receive a full impression, and then she said: "This is his writing-table. He used this pen," and she lifted a quill pen and laid it down again. The writing-table was splashed with old ink, and the pen disheveled in service. There lay the gigantic gold-rimmed spectacles, ready to his hand, and beneath the tab... | of expressiveness, gazing immutably from behind a sheet of glass, which was all that remained to her of Mr. Ruskin. He had a singular face a face built for swiftness and decision rather than for massive contemplation; the forehead broad, the nose long and formidable, the lips clean-shaven and at once dogged and sensiti... | Night And Day |
Katharine replied. | No speaker | "The Otways are my cousins,"<|quote|>Katharine replied.</|quote|>"Well," said Denham, in a | in some magazine," he added. "The Otways are my cousins,"<|quote|>Katharine replied.</|quote|>"Well," said Denham, in a final tone of voice, as | cut out all the way round. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England. There are the Warburtons and the Mannings and you re related to the Otways, aren t you? I read it all in some magazine," he added. "The Otways are my cousins,"<|quote|>Katharine replied.</|quote|>"Well," said Denham, in ... | dare say I shouldn t try to write poetry," Katharine replied. "No. And that s what I should hate. I couldn t bear my grandfather to cut me out. And, after all," Denham went on, glancing round him satirically, as Katharine thought, "it s not your grandfather only. You re cut out all the way round. I suppose you come of ... | thin, though healthy, cheeks, she saw tokens of an angular and acrid soul. His voice, she noticed, had a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s anythin... | him. Her mother, wishing to connect him reputably with the great dead, had compared him with Mr. Ruskin; and the comparison was in Katharine s mind, and led her to be more critical of the young man than was fair, for a young man paying a call in a tail-coat is in a different element altogether from a head seized at its... | full impression, and then she said: "This is his writing-table. He used this pen," and she lifted a quill pen and laid it down again. The writing-table was splashed with old ink, and the pen disheveled in service. There lay the gigantic gold-rimmed spectacles, ready to his hand, and beneath the table was a pair of larg... | sheet of glass, which was all that remained to her of Mr. Ruskin. He had a singular face a face built for swiftness and decision rather than for massive contemplation; the forehead broad, the nose long and formidable, the lips clean-shaven and at once dogged and sensitive, the cheeks lean, with a deeply running tide of... | Night And Day |
"Well," | Ralph Denham | are my cousins," Katharine replied.<|quote|>"Well,"</|quote|>said Denham, in a final | magazine," he added. "The Otways are my cousins," Katharine replied.<|quote|>"Well,"</|quote|>said Denham, in a final tone of voice, as if | all the way round. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England. There are the Warburtons and the Mannings and you re related to the Otways, aren t you? I read it all in some magazine," he added. "The Otways are my cousins," Katharine replied.<|quote|>"Well,"</|quote|>said Denham, in a final ... | I shouldn t try to write poetry," Katharine replied. "No. And that s what I should hate. I couldn t bear my grandfather to cut me out. And, after all," Denham went on, glancing round him satirically, as Katharine thought, "it s not your grandfather only. You re cut out all the way round. I suppose you come of one of th... | healthy, cheeks, she saw tokens of an angular and acrid soul. His voice, she noticed, had a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s anything wrong in th... | mother, wishing to connect him reputably with the great dead, had compared him with Mr. Ruskin; and the comparison was in Katharine s mind, and led her to be more critical of the young man than was fair, for a young man paying a call in a tail-coat is in a different element altogether from a head seized at its climax o... | and then she said: "This is his writing-table. He used this pen," and she lifted a quill pen and laid it down again. The writing-table was splashed with old ink, and the pen disheveled in service. There lay the gigantic gold-rimmed spectacles, ready to his hand, and beneath the table was a pair of large, worn slippers,... | must have been given them to celebrate their silver wedding-day." Here she stopped for a moment, wondering why it was that Mr. Denham said nothing. Her feeling that he was antagonistic to her, which had lapsed while she thought of her family possessions, returned so keenly that she stopped in the middle of her catalog ... | Night And Day |
said Denham, in a final tone of voice, as if his argument were proved. | No speaker | my cousins," Katharine replied. "Well,"<|quote|>said Denham, in a final tone of voice, as if his argument were proved.</|quote|>"Well," said Katharine, "I don | he added. "The Otways are my cousins," Katharine replied. "Well,"<|quote|>said Denham, in a final tone of voice, as if his argument were proved.</|quote|>"Well," said Katharine, "I don t see that you ve | the way round. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England. There are the Warburtons and the Mannings and you re related to the Otways, aren t you? I read it all in some magazine," he added. "The Otways are my cousins," Katharine replied. "Well,"<|quote|>said Denham, in a final tone of voice... | shouldn t try to write poetry," Katharine replied. "No. And that s what I should hate. I couldn t bear my grandfather to cut me out. And, after all," Denham went on, glancing round him satirically, as Katharine thought, "it s not your grandfather only. You re cut out all the way round. I suppose you come of one of the ... | cheeks, she saw tokens of an angular and acrid soul. His voice, she noticed, had a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s anything wrong in that?" "Wro... | wishing to connect him reputably with the great dead, had compared him with Mr. Ruskin; and the comparison was in Katharine s mind, and led her to be more critical of the young man than was fair, for a young man paying a call in a tail-coat is in a different element altogether from a head seized at its climax of expres... | then she said: "This is his writing-table. He used this pen," and she lifted a quill pen and laid it down again. The writing-table was splashed with old ink, and the pen disheveled in service. There lay the gigantic gold-rimmed spectacles, ready to his hand, and beneath the table was a pair of large, worn slippers, one... | had a singular face a face built for swiftness and decision rather than for massive contemplation; the forehead broad, the nose long and formidable, the lips clean-shaven and at once dogged and sensitive, the cheeks lean, with a deeply running tide of red blood in them. His eyes, expressive now of the usual masculine i... | Night And Day |
"Well," | Katharine Hilbery | if his argument were proved.<|quote|>"Well,"</|quote|>said Katharine, "I don t | final tone of voice, as if his argument were proved.<|quote|>"Well,"</|quote|>said Katharine, "I don t see that you ve proved | in England. There are the Warburtons and the Mannings and you re related to the Otways, aren t you? I read it all in some magazine," he added. "The Otways are my cousins," Katharine replied. "Well," said Denham, in a final tone of voice, as if his argument were proved.<|quote|>"Well,"</|quote|>said Katharine, "I don t ... | should hate. I couldn t bear my grandfather to cut me out. And, after all," Denham went on, glancing round him satirically, as Katharine thought, "it s not your grandfather only. You re cut out all the way round. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England. There are the Warburtons and the M... | had a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s anything wrong in that?" "Wrong? How should it be wrong? It must be a bore, though, showing your things to... | Ruskin; and the comparison was in Katharine s mind, and led her to be more critical of the young man than was fair, for a young man paying a call in a tail-coat is in a different element altogether from a head seized at its climax of expressiveness, gazing immutably from behind a sheet of glass, which was all that rema... | a quill pen and laid it down again. The writing-table was splashed with old ink, and the pen disheveled in service. There lay the gigantic gold-rimmed spectacles, ready to his hand, and beneath the table was a pair of large, worn slippers, one of which Katharine picked up, remarking: "I think my grandfather must have b... | moment, wondering why it was that Mr. Denham said nothing. Her feeling that he was antagonistic to her, which had lapsed while she thought of her family possessions, returned so keenly that she stopped in the middle of her catalog and looked at him. Her mother, wishing to connect him reputably with the great dead, had ... | Night And Day |
said Katharine, | No speaker | his argument were proved. "Well,"<|quote|>said Katharine,</|quote|>"I don t see that | tone of voice, as if his argument were proved. "Well,"<|quote|>said Katharine,</|quote|>"I don t see that you ve proved anything." Denham | England. There are the Warburtons and the Mannings and you re related to the Otways, aren t you? I read it all in some magazine," he added. "The Otways are my cousins," Katharine replied. "Well," said Denham, in a final tone of voice, as if his argument were proved. "Well,"<|quote|>said Katharine,</|quote|>"I don t see... | hate. I couldn t bear my grandfather to cut me out. And, after all," Denham went on, glancing round him satirically, as Katharine thought, "it s not your grandfather only. You re cut out all the way round. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England. There are the Warburtons and the Mannings... | a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s anything wrong in that?" "Wrong? How should it be wrong? It must be a bore, though, showing your things to vis... | and the comparison was in Katharine s mind, and led her to be more critical of the young man than was fair, for a young man paying a call in a tail-coat is in a different element altogether from a head seized at its climax of expressiveness, gazing immutably from behind a sheet of glass, which was all that remained to ... | quill pen and laid it down again. The writing-table was splashed with old ink, and the pen disheveled in service. There lay the gigantic gold-rimmed spectacles, ready to his hand, and beneath the table was a pair of large, worn slippers, one of which Katharine picked up, remarking: "I think my grandfather must have bee... | built for swiftness and decision rather than for massive contemplation; the forehead broad, the nose long and formidable, the lips clean-shaven and at once dogged and sensitive, the cheeks lean, with a deeply running tide of red blood in them. His eyes, expressive now of the usual masculine impersonality and authority,... | Night And Day |
"I don t see that you ve proved anything." | Katharine Hilbery | were proved. "Well," said Katharine,<|quote|>"I don t see that you ve proved anything."</|quote|>Denham smiled, in a peculiarly | voice, as if his argument were proved. "Well," said Katharine,<|quote|>"I don t see that you ve proved anything."</|quote|>Denham smiled, in a peculiarly provoking way. He was amused | are the Warburtons and the Mannings and you re related to the Otways, aren t you? I read it all in some magazine," he added. "The Otways are my cousins," Katharine replied. "Well," said Denham, in a final tone of voice, as if his argument were proved. "Well," said Katharine,<|quote|>"I don t see that you ve proved anyt... | couldn t bear my grandfather to cut me out. And, after all," Denham went on, glancing round him satirically, as Katharine thought, "it s not your grandfather only. You re cut out all the way round. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England. There are the Warburtons and the Mannings and you... | vibrating or creaking sound in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s anything wrong in that?" "Wrong? How should it be wrong? It must be a bore, though, showing your things to visitors," h... | comparison was in Katharine s mind, and led her to be more critical of the young man than was fair, for a young man paying a call in a tail-coat is in a different element altogether from a head seized at its climax of expressiveness, gazing immutably from behind a sheet of glass, which was all that remained to her of M... | and laid it down again. The writing-table was splashed with old ink, and the pen disheveled in service. There lay the gigantic gold-rimmed spectacles, ready to his hand, and beneath the table was a pair of large, worn slippers, one of which Katharine picked up, remarking: "I think my grandfather must have been at least... | forehead broad, the nose long and formidable, the lips clean-shaven and at once dogged and sensitive, the cheeks lean, with a deeply running tide of red blood in them. His eyes, expressive now of the usual masculine impersonality and authority, might reveal more subtle emotions under favorable circumstances, for they w... | Night And Day |
Denham smiled, in a peculiarly provoking way. He was amused and gratified to find that he had the power to annoy his oblivious, supercilious hostess, if he could not impress her; though he would have preferred to impress her. He sat silent, holding the precious little book of poems unopened in his hands, and Katharine ... | No speaker | that you ve proved anything."<|quote|>Denham smiled, in a peculiarly provoking way. He was amused and gratified to find that he had the power to annoy his oblivious, supercilious hostess, if he could not impress her; though he would have preferred to impress her. He sat silent, holding the precious little book of poems... | Katharine, "I don t see that you ve proved anything."<|quote|>Denham smiled, in a peculiarly provoking way. He was amused and gratified to find that he had the power to annoy his oblivious, supercilious hostess, if he could not impress her; though he would have preferred to impress her. He sat silent, holding the preci... | related to the Otways, aren t you? I read it all in some magazine," he added. "The Otways are my cousins," Katharine replied. "Well," said Denham, in a final tone of voice, as if his argument were proved. "Well," said Katharine, "I don t see that you ve proved anything."<|quote|>Denham smiled, in a peculiarly provoking... | And, after all," Denham went on, glancing round him satirically, as Katharine thought, "it s not your grandfather only. You re cut out all the way round. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England. There are the Warburtons and the Mannings and you re related to the Otways, aren t you? I rea... | down the manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s anything wrong in that?" "Wrong? How should it be wrong? It must be a bore, though, showing your things to visitors," he added reflectively. "Not if the visitors lik... | to be more critical of the young man than was fair, for a young man paying a call in a tail-coat is in a different element altogether from a head seized at its climax of expressiveness, gazing immutably from behind a sheet of glass, which was all that remained to her of Mr. Ruskin. He had a singular face a face built f... | with old ink, and the pen disheveled in service. There lay the gigantic gold-rimmed spectacles, ready to his hand, and beneath the table was a pair of large, worn slippers, one of which Katharine picked up, remarking: "I think my grandfather must have been at least twice as large as any one is nowadays. This," she went... | climax of expressiveness, gazing immutably from behind a sheet of glass, which was all that remained to her of Mr. Ruskin. He had a singular face a face built for swiftness and decision rather than for massive contemplation; the forehead broad, the nose long and formidable, the lips clean-shaven and at once dogged and ... | Night And Day |
"Well," | Ralph Denham | She had forgotten her duties.<|quote|>"Well,"</|quote|>said Denham again, suddenly opening | to be considering many things. She had forgotten her duties.<|quote|>"Well,"</|quote|>said Denham again, suddenly opening the little book of poems, | he would have preferred to impress her. He sat silent, holding the precious little book of poems unopened in his hands, and Katharine watched him, the melancholy or contemplative expression deepening in her eyes as her annoyance faded. She appeared to be considering many things. She had forgotten her duties.<|quote|>"W... | as if his argument were proved. "Well," said Katharine, "I don t see that you ve proved anything." Denham smiled, in a peculiarly provoking way. He was amused and gratified to find that he had the power to annoy his oblivious, supercilious hostess, if he could not impress her; though he would have preferred to impress ... | "No. And that s what I should hate. I couldn t bear my grandfather to cut me out. And, after all," Denham went on, glancing round him satirically, as Katharine thought, "it s not your grandfather only. You re cut out all the way round. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England. There are t... | and at once dogged and sensitive, the cheeks lean, with a deeply running tide of red blood in them. His eyes, expressive now of the usual masculine impersonality and authority, might reveal more subtle emotions under favorable circumstances, for they were large, and of a clear, brown color; they seemed unexpectedly to ... | far less corrected than the later. Would you like to look at it?" While Mr. Denham examined the manuscript, she glanced up at her grandfather, and, for the thousandth time, fell into a pleasant dreamy state in which she seemed to be the companion of those giant men, of their own lineage, at any rate, and the insignific... | fair, for a young man paying a call in a tail-coat is in a different element altogether from a head seized at its climax of expressiveness, gazing immutably from behind a sheet of glass, which was all that remained to her of Mr. Ruskin. He had a singular face a face built for swiftness and decision rather than for mass... | Night And Day |
said Denham again, suddenly opening the little book of poems, as though he had said all that he meant to say or could, with propriety, say. He turned over the pages with great decision, as if he were judging the book in its entirety, the printing and paper and binding, as well as the poetry, and then, having satisfied ... | No speaker | had forgotten her duties. "Well,"<|quote|>said Denham again, suddenly opening the little book of poems, as though he had said all that he meant to say or could, with propriety, say. He turned over the pages with great decision, as if he were judging the book in its entirety, the printing and paper and binding, as well ... | be considering many things. She had forgotten her duties. "Well,"<|quote|>said Denham again, suddenly opening the little book of poems, as though he had said all that he meant to say or could, with propriety, say. He turned over the pages with great decision, as if he were judging the book in its entirety, the printing... | would have preferred to impress her. He sat silent, holding the precious little book of poems unopened in his hands, and Katharine watched him, the melancholy or contemplative expression deepening in her eyes as her annoyance faded. She appeared to be considering many things. She had forgotten her duties. "Well,"<|quot... | if his argument were proved. "Well," said Katharine, "I don t see that you ve proved anything." Denham smiled, in a peculiarly provoking way. He was amused and gratified to find that he had the power to annoy his oblivious, supercilious hostess, if he could not impress her; though he would have preferred to impress her... | And that s what I should hate. I couldn t bear my grandfather to cut me out. And, after all," Denham went on, glancing round him satirically, as Katharine thought, "it s not your grandfather only. You re cut out all the way round. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England. There are the Wa... | at once dogged and sensitive, the cheeks lean, with a deeply running tide of red blood in them. His eyes, expressive now of the usual masculine impersonality and authority, might reveal more subtle emotions under favorable circumstances, for they were large, and of a clear, brown color; they seemed unexpectedly to hesi... | less corrected than the later. Would you like to look at it?" While Mr. Denham examined the manuscript, she glanced up at her grandfather, and, for the thousandth time, fell into a pleasant dreamy state in which she seemed to be the companion of those giant men, of their own lineage, at any rate, and the insignificant ... | she thought of her family possessions, returned so keenly that she stopped in the middle of her catalog and looked at him. Her mother, wishing to connect him reputably with the great dead, had compared him with Mr. Ruskin; and the comparison was in Katharine s mind, and led her to be more critical of the young man than... | Night And Day |
"But aren t you proud of your family?" | Katharine Hilbery | had belonged to the soldier.<|quote|>"But aren t you proud of your family?"</|quote|>Katharine demanded. "No," said Denham. | with the gold knob which had belonged to the soldier.<|quote|>"But aren t you proud of your family?"</|quote|>Katharine demanded. "No," said Denham. "We ve never done anything | were judging the book in its entirety, the printing and paper and binding, as well as the poetry, and then, having satisfied himself of its good or bad quality, he placed it on the writing-table, and examined the malacca cane with the gold knob which had belonged to the soldier.<|quote|>"But aren t you proud of your fa... | She appeared to be considering many things. She had forgotten her duties. "Well," said Denham again, suddenly opening the little book of poems, as though he had said all that he meant to say or could, with propriety, say. He turned over the pages with great decision, as if he were judging the book in its entirety, the ... | cousins," Katharine replied. "Well," said Denham, in a final tone of voice, as if his argument were proved. "Well," said Katharine, "I don t see that you ve proved anything." Denham smiled, in a peculiarly provoking way. He was amused and gratified to find that he had the power to annoy his oblivious, supercilious host... | and thin, though healthy, cheeks, she saw tokens of an angular and acrid soul. His voice, she noticed, had a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s any... | what she and this young man said to each other, for they were only small people. "This is a copy of the first edition of the poems," she continued, without considering the fact that Mr. Denham was still occupied with the manuscript, "which contains several poems that have not been reprinted, as well as corrections." Sh... | of the usual masculine impersonality and authority, might reveal more subtle emotions under favorable circumstances, for they were large, and of a clear, brown color; they seemed unexpectedly to hesitate and speculate; but Katharine only looked at him to wonder whether his face would not have come nearer the standard o... | Night And Day |
Katharine demanded. | No speaker | you proud of your family?"<|quote|>Katharine demanded.</|quote|>"No," said Denham. "We ve | the soldier. "But aren t you proud of your family?"<|quote|>Katharine demanded.</|quote|>"No," said Denham. "We ve never done anything to be | printing and paper and binding, as well as the poetry, and then, having satisfied himself of its good or bad quality, he placed it on the writing-table, and examined the malacca cane with the gold knob which had belonged to the soldier. "But aren t you proud of your family?"<|quote|>Katharine demanded.</|quote|>"No," s... | had forgotten her duties. "Well," said Denham again, suddenly opening the little book of poems, as though he had said all that he meant to say or could, with propriety, say. He turned over the pages with great decision, as if he were judging the book in its entirety, the printing and paper and binding, as well as the p... | final tone of voice, as if his argument were proved. "Well," said Katharine, "I don t see that you ve proved anything." Denham smiled, in a peculiarly provoking way. He was amused and gratified to find that he had the power to annoy his oblivious, supercilious hostess, if he could not impress her; though he would have ... | of an angular and acrid soul. His voice, she noticed, had a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s anything wrong in that?" "Wrong? How should it be wr... | each other, for they were only small people. "This is a copy of the first edition of the poems," she continued, without considering the fact that Mr. Denham was still occupied with the manuscript, "which contains several poems that have not been reprinted, as well as corrections." She paused for a minute, and then went... | showing your things to visitors," he added reflectively. "Not if the visitors like them." "Isn t it difficult to live up to your ancestors?" he proceeded. "I dare say I shouldn t try to write poetry," Katharine replied. "No. And that s what I should hate. I couldn t bear my grandfather to cut me out. And, after all," D... | Night And Day |
"No," | Ralph Denham | of your family?" Katharine demanded.<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>said Denham. "We ve never | "But aren t you proud of your family?" Katharine demanded.<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>said Denham. "We ve never done anything to be proud | paper and binding, as well as the poetry, and then, having satisfied himself of its good or bad quality, he placed it on the writing-table, and examined the malacca cane with the gold knob which had belonged to the soldier. "But aren t you proud of your family?" Katharine demanded.<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>said Denham. "... | her duties. "Well," said Denham again, suddenly opening the little book of poems, as though he had said all that he meant to say or could, with propriety, say. He turned over the pages with great decision, as if he were judging the book in its entirety, the printing and paper and binding, as well as the poetry, and the... | of voice, as if his argument were proved. "Well," said Katharine, "I don t see that you ve proved anything." Denham smiled, in a peculiarly provoking way. He was amused and gratified to find that he had the power to annoy his oblivious, supercilious hostess, if he could not impress her; though he would have preferred t... | angular and acrid soul. His voice, she noticed, had a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s anything wrong in that?" "Wrong? How should it be wrong? I... | for they were only small people. "This is a copy of the first edition of the poems," she continued, without considering the fact that Mr. Denham was still occupied with the manuscript, "which contains several poems that have not been reprinted, as well as corrections." She paused for a minute, and then went on, as if t... | re related to the Otways, aren t you? I read it all in some magazine," he added. "The Otways are my cousins," Katharine replied. "Well," said Denham, in a final tone of voice, as if his argument were proved. "Well," said Katharine, "I don t see that you ve proved anything." Denham smiled, in a peculiarly provoking way.... | Night And Day |
said Denham. | No speaker | your family?" Katharine demanded. "No,"<|quote|>said Denham.</|quote|>"We ve never done anything | aren t you proud of your family?" Katharine demanded. "No,"<|quote|>said Denham.</|quote|>"We ve never done anything to be proud of unless | and binding, as well as the poetry, and then, having satisfied himself of its good or bad quality, he placed it on the writing-table, and examined the malacca cane with the gold knob which had belonged to the soldier. "But aren t you proud of your family?" Katharine demanded. "No,"<|quote|>said Denham.</|quote|>"We ve ... | duties. "Well," said Denham again, suddenly opening the little book of poems, as though he had said all that he meant to say or could, with propriety, say. He turned over the pages with great decision, as if he were judging the book in its entirety, the printing and paper and binding, as well as the poetry, and then, h... | voice, as if his argument were proved. "Well," said Katharine, "I don t see that you ve proved anything." Denham smiled, in a peculiarly provoking way. He was amused and gratified to find that he had the power to annoy his oblivious, supercilious hostess, if he could not impress her; though he would have preferred to i... | and acrid soul. His voice, she noticed, had a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s anything wrong in that?" "Wrong? How should it be wrong? It must b... | they were only small people. "This is a copy of the first edition of the poems," she continued, without considering the fact that Mr. Denham was still occupied with the manuscript, "which contains several poems that have not been reprinted, as well as corrections." She paused for a minute, and then went on, as if these... | re cut out all the way round. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England. There are the Warburtons and the Mannings and you re related to the Otways, aren t you? I read it all in some magazine," he added. "The Otways are my cousins," Katharine replied. "Well," said Denham, in a final tone o... | Night And Day |
"We ve never done anything to be proud of unless you count paying one s bills a matter for pride." | Ralph Denham | Katharine demanded. "No," said Denham.<|quote|>"We ve never done anything to be proud of unless you count paying one s bills a matter for pride."</|quote|>"That sounds rather dull," Katharine | you proud of your family?" Katharine demanded. "No," said Denham.<|quote|>"We ve never done anything to be proud of unless you count paying one s bills a matter for pride."</|quote|>"That sounds rather dull," Katharine remarked. "You would think us | as well as the poetry, and then, having satisfied himself of its good or bad quality, he placed it on the writing-table, and examined the malacca cane with the gold knob which had belonged to the soldier. "But aren t you proud of your family?" Katharine demanded. "No," said Denham.<|quote|>"We ve never done anything to... | said Denham again, suddenly opening the little book of poems, as though he had said all that he meant to say or could, with propriety, say. He turned over the pages with great decision, as if he were judging the book in its entirety, the printing and paper and binding, as well as the poetry, and then, having satisfied ... | if his argument were proved. "Well," said Katharine, "I don t see that you ve proved anything." Denham smiled, in a peculiarly provoking way. He was amused and gratified to find that he had the power to annoy his oblivious, supercilious hostess, if he could not impress her; though he would have preferred to impress her... | soul. His voice, she noticed, had a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s anything wrong in that?" "Wrong? How should it be wrong? It must be a bore, ... | only small people. "This is a copy of the first edition of the poems," she continued, without considering the fact that Mr. Denham was still occupied with the manuscript, "which contains several poems that have not been reprinted, as well as corrections." She paused for a minute, and then went on, as if these spaces ha... | for a young man paying a call in a tail-coat is in a different element altogether from a head seized at its climax of expressiveness, gazing immutably from behind a sheet of glass, which was all that remained to her of Mr. Ruskin. He had a singular face a face built for swiftness and decision rather than for massive co... | Night And Day |
"That sounds rather dull," | Katharine Hilbery | bills a matter for pride."<|quote|>"That sounds rather dull,"</|quote|>Katharine remarked. "You would think | you count paying one s bills a matter for pride."<|quote|>"That sounds rather dull,"</|quote|>Katharine remarked. "You would think us horribly dull," Denham agreed. | the writing-table, and examined the malacca cane with the gold knob which had belonged to the soldier. "But aren t you proud of your family?" Katharine demanded. "No," said Denham. "We ve never done anything to be proud of unless you count paying one s bills a matter for pride."<|quote|>"That sounds rather dull,"</|quo... | say or could, with propriety, say. He turned over the pages with great decision, as if he were judging the book in its entirety, the printing and paper and binding, as well as the poetry, and then, having satisfied himself of its good or bad quality, he placed it on the writing-table, and examined the malacca cane with... | a peculiarly provoking way. He was amused and gratified to find that he had the power to annoy his oblivious, supercilious hostess, if he could not impress her; though he would have preferred to impress her. He sat silent, holding the precious little book of poems unopened in his hands, and Katharine watched him, the m... | and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s anything wrong in that?" "Wrong? How should it be wrong? It must be a bore, though, showing your things to visitors," he added reflectively. "Not if the visitors like them." "Isn t it d... | that Mr. Denham was still occupied with the manuscript, "which contains several poems that have not been reprinted, as well as corrections." She paused for a minute, and then went on, as if these spaces had all been calculated. "That lady in blue is my great-grandmother, by Millington. Here is my uncle s walking-stick ... | in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s anything wrong in that?" "Wrong? How should it be wrong? It must be a bore, though, showing your things to visitors," he added reflectively. "Not i... | Night And Day |
Katharine remarked. | No speaker | pride." "That sounds rather dull,"<|quote|>Katharine remarked.</|quote|>"You would think us horribly | s bills a matter for pride." "That sounds rather dull,"<|quote|>Katharine remarked.</|quote|>"You would think us horribly dull," Denham agreed. "Yes, I | the malacca cane with the gold knob which had belonged to the soldier. "But aren t you proud of your family?" Katharine demanded. "No," said Denham. "We ve never done anything to be proud of unless you count paying one s bills a matter for pride." "That sounds rather dull,"<|quote|>Katharine remarked.</|quote|>"You wou... | propriety, say. He turned over the pages with great decision, as if he were judging the book in its entirety, the printing and paper and binding, as well as the poetry, and then, having satisfied himself of its good or bad quality, he placed it on the writing-table, and examined the malacca cane with the gold knob whic... | He was amused and gratified to find that he had the power to annoy his oblivious, supercilious hostess, if he could not impress her; though he would have preferred to impress her. He sat silent, holding the precious little book of poems unopened in his hands, and Katharine watched him, the melancholy or contemplative e... | be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s anything wrong in that?" "Wrong? How should it be wrong? It must be a bore, though, showing your things to visitors," he added reflectively. "Not if the visitors like them." "Isn t it difficult to live up ... | still occupied with the manuscript, "which contains several poems that have not been reprinted, as well as corrections." She paused for a minute, and then went on, as if these spaces had all been calculated. "That lady in blue is my great-grandmother, by Millington. Here is my uncle s walking-stick he was Sir Richard W... | smiled, in a peculiarly provoking way. He was amused and gratified to find that he had the power to annoy his oblivious, supercilious hostess, if he could not impress her; though he would have preferred to impress her. He sat silent, holding the precious little book of poems unopened in his hands, and Katharine watched... | Night And Day |
"You would think us horribly dull," | Ralph Denham | sounds rather dull," Katharine remarked.<|quote|>"You would think us horribly dull,"</|quote|>Denham agreed. "Yes, I might | a matter for pride." "That sounds rather dull," Katharine remarked.<|quote|>"You would think us horribly dull,"</|quote|>Denham agreed. "Yes, I might find you dull, but I | cane with the gold knob which had belonged to the soldier. "But aren t you proud of your family?" Katharine demanded. "No," said Denham. "We ve never done anything to be proud of unless you count paying one s bills a matter for pride." "That sounds rather dull," Katharine remarked.<|quote|>"You would think us horribly ... | He turned over the pages with great decision, as if he were judging the book in its entirety, the printing and paper and binding, as well as the poetry, and then, having satisfied himself of its good or bad quality, he placed it on the writing-table, and examined the malacca cane with the gold knob which had belonged t... | amused and gratified to find that he had the power to annoy his oblivious, supercilious hostess, if he could not impress her; though he would have preferred to impress her. He sat silent, holding the precious little book of poems unopened in his hands, and Katharine watched him, the melancholy or contemplative expressi... | proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s anything wrong in that?" "Wrong? How should it be wrong? It must be a bore, though, showing your things to visitors," he added reflectively. "Not if the visitors like them." "Isn t it difficult to live up to your ... | with the manuscript, "which contains several poems that have not been reprinted, as well as corrections." She paused for a minute, and then went on, as if these spaces had all been calculated. "That lady in blue is my great-grandmother, by Millington. Here is my uncle s walking-stick he was Sir Richard Warburton, you k... | aren t you? I read it all in some magazine," he added. "The Otways are my cousins," Katharine replied. "Well," said Denham, in a final tone of voice, as if his argument were proved. "Well," said Katharine, "I don t see that you ve proved anything." Denham smiled, in a peculiarly provoking way. He was amused and gratifi... | Night And Day |
Denham agreed. | No speaker | would think us horribly dull,"<|quote|>Denham agreed.</|quote|>"Yes, I might find you | rather dull," Katharine remarked. "You would think us horribly dull,"<|quote|>Denham agreed.</|quote|>"Yes, I might find you dull, but I don t | had belonged to the soldier. "But aren t you proud of your family?" Katharine demanded. "No," said Denham. "We ve never done anything to be proud of unless you count paying one s bills a matter for pride." "That sounds rather dull," Katharine remarked. "You would think us horribly dull,"<|quote|>Denham agreed.</|quote|... | great decision, as if he were judging the book in its entirety, the printing and paper and binding, as well as the poetry, and then, having satisfied himself of its good or bad quality, he placed it on the writing-table, and examined the malacca cane with the gold knob which had belonged to the soldier. "But aren t you... | he had the power to annoy his oblivious, supercilious hostess, if he could not impress her; though he would have preferred to impress her. He sat silent, holding the precious little book of poems unopened in his hands, and Katharine watched him, the melancholy or contemplative expression deepening in her eyes as her an... | "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s anything wrong in that?" "Wrong? How should it be wrong? It must be a bore, though, showing your things to visitors," he added reflectively. "Not if the visitors like them." "Isn t it difficult to live up to your ancestors?" he proceeded. "I dare say... | poems that have not been reprinted, as well as corrections." She paused for a minute, and then went on, as if these spaces had all been calculated. "That lady in blue is my great-grandmother, by Millington. Here is my uncle s walking-stick he was Sir Richard Warburton, you know, and rode with Havelock to the Relief of ... | cut out all the way round. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England. There are the Warburtons and the Mannings and you re related to the Otways, aren t you? I read it all in some magazine," he added. "The Otways are my cousins," Katharine replied. "Well," said Denham, in a final tone of v... | Night And Day |
"Yes, I might find you dull, but I don t think I should find you ridiculous," | Katharine Hilbery | us horribly dull," Denham agreed.<|quote|>"Yes, I might find you dull, but I don t think I should find you ridiculous,"</|quote|>Katharine added, as if Denham | Katharine remarked. "You would think us horribly dull," Denham agreed.<|quote|>"Yes, I might find you dull, but I don t think I should find you ridiculous,"</|quote|>Katharine added, as if Denham had actually brought that charge | to the soldier. "But aren t you proud of your family?" Katharine demanded. "No," said Denham. "We ve never done anything to be proud of unless you count paying one s bills a matter for pride." "That sounds rather dull," Katharine remarked. "You would think us horribly dull," Denham agreed.<|quote|>"Yes, I might find yo... | as if he were judging the book in its entirety, the printing and paper and binding, as well as the poetry, and then, having satisfied himself of its good or bad quality, he placed it on the writing-table, and examined the malacca cane with the gold knob which had belonged to the soldier. "But aren t you proud of your f... | the power to annoy his oblivious, supercilious hostess, if he could not impress her; though he would have preferred to impress her. He sat silent, holding the precious little book of poems unopened in his hands, and Katharine watched him, the melancholy or contemplative expression deepening in her eyes as her annoyance... | am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s anything wrong in that?" "Wrong? How should it be wrong? It must be a bore, though, showing your things to visitors," he added reflectively. "Not if the visitors like them." "Isn t it difficult to live up to your ancestors?" he proceeded. "I dare say I shoul... | have not been reprinted, as well as corrections." She paused for a minute, and then went on, as if these spaces had all been calculated. "That lady in blue is my great-grandmother, by Millington. Here is my uncle s walking-stick he was Sir Richard Warburton, you know, and rode with Havelock to the Relief of Lucknow. An... | eyes, expressive now of the usual masculine impersonality and authority, might reveal more subtle emotions under favorable circumstances, for they were large, and of a clear, brown color; they seemed unexpectedly to hesitate and speculate; but Katharine only looked at him to wonder whether his face would not have come ... | Night And Day |
Katharine added, as if Denham had actually brought that charge against her family. | No speaker | I should find you ridiculous,"<|quote|>Katharine added, as if Denham had actually brought that charge against her family.</|quote|>"No because we re not | but I don t think I should find you ridiculous,"<|quote|>Katharine added, as if Denham had actually brought that charge against her family.</|quote|>"No because we re not in the least ridiculous. We | "We ve never done anything to be proud of unless you count paying one s bills a matter for pride." "That sounds rather dull," Katharine remarked. "You would think us horribly dull," Denham agreed. "Yes, I might find you dull, but I don t think I should find you ridiculous,"<|quote|>Katharine added, as if Denham had act... | as well as the poetry, and then, having satisfied himself of its good or bad quality, he placed it on the writing-table, and examined the malacca cane with the gold knob which had belonged to the soldier. "But aren t you proud of your family?" Katharine demanded. "No," said Denham. "We ve never done anything to be prou... | would have preferred to impress her. He sat silent, holding the precious little book of poems unopened in his hands, and Katharine watched him, the melancholy or contemplative expression deepening in her eyes as her annoyance faded. She appeared to be considering many things. She had forgotten her duties. "Well," said ... | How should it be wrong? It must be a bore, though, showing your things to visitors," he added reflectively. "Not if the visitors like them." "Isn t it difficult to live up to your ancestors?" he proceeded. "I dare say I shouldn t try to write poetry," Katharine replied. "No. And that s what I should hate. I couldn t be... | on, as if these spaces had all been calculated. "That lady in blue is my great-grandmother, by Millington. Here is my uncle s walking-stick he was Sir Richard Warburton, you know, and rode with Havelock to the Relief of Lucknow. And then, let me see oh, that s the original Alardyce, 1697, the founder of the family fort... | related to the Otways, aren t you? I read it all in some magazine," he added. "The Otways are my cousins," Katharine replied. "Well," said Denham, in a final tone of voice, as if his argument were proved. "Well," said Katharine, "I don t see that you ve proved anything." Denham smiled, in a peculiarly provoking way. He... | Night And Day |
"No because we re not in the least ridiculous. We re a respectable middle-class family, living at Highgate." | Ralph Denham | that charge against her family.<|quote|>"No because we re not in the least ridiculous. We re a respectable middle-class family, living at Highgate."</|quote|>"We don t live at | if Denham had actually brought that charge against her family.<|quote|>"No because we re not in the least ridiculous. We re a respectable middle-class family, living at Highgate."</|quote|>"We don t live at Highgate, but we re middle | one s bills a matter for pride." "That sounds rather dull," Katharine remarked. "You would think us horribly dull," Denham agreed. "Yes, I might find you dull, but I don t think I should find you ridiculous," Katharine added, as if Denham had actually brought that charge against her family.<|quote|>"No because we re no... | or bad quality, he placed it on the writing-table, and examined the malacca cane with the gold knob which had belonged to the soldier. "But aren t you proud of your family?" Katharine demanded. "No," said Denham. "We ve never done anything to be proud of unless you count paying one s bills a matter for pride." "That so... | book of poems unopened in his hands, and Katharine watched him, the melancholy or contemplative expression deepening in her eyes as her annoyance faded. She appeared to be considering many things. She had forgotten her duties. "Well," said Denham again, suddenly opening the little book of poems, as though he had said a... | things to visitors," he added reflectively. "Not if the visitors like them." "Isn t it difficult to live up to your ancestors?" he proceeded. "I dare say I shouldn t try to write poetry," Katharine replied. "No. And that s what I should hate. I couldn t bear my grandfather to cut me out. And, after all," Denham went on... | is my great-grandmother, by Millington. Here is my uncle s walking-stick he was Sir Richard Warburton, you know, and rode with Havelock to the Relief of Lucknow. And then, let me see oh, that s the original Alardyce, 1697, the founder of the family fortunes, with his wife. Some one gave us this bowl the other day becau... | are my cousins," Katharine replied. "Well," said Denham, in a final tone of voice, as if his argument were proved. "Well," said Katharine, "I don t see that you ve proved anything." Denham smiled, in a peculiarly provoking way. He was amused and gratified to find that he had the power to annoy his oblivious, supercilio... | Night And Day |
"We don t live at Highgate, but we re middle class too, I suppose." | Katharine Hilbery | middle-class family, living at Highgate."<|quote|>"We don t live at Highgate, but we re middle class too, I suppose."</|quote|>Denham merely smiled, and replacing | ridiculous. We re a respectable middle-class family, living at Highgate."<|quote|>"We don t live at Highgate, but we re middle class too, I suppose."</|quote|>Denham merely smiled, and replacing the malacca cane on the | dull," Denham agreed. "Yes, I might find you dull, but I don t think I should find you ridiculous," Katharine added, as if Denham had actually brought that charge against her family. "No because we re not in the least ridiculous. We re a respectable middle-class family, living at Highgate."<|quote|>"We don t live at Hi... | which had belonged to the soldier. "But aren t you proud of your family?" Katharine demanded. "No," said Denham. "We ve never done anything to be proud of unless you count paying one s bills a matter for pride." "That sounds rather dull," Katharine remarked. "You would think us horribly dull," Denham agreed. "Yes, I mi... | her eyes as her annoyance faded. She appeared to be considering many things. She had forgotten her duties. "Well," said Denham again, suddenly opening the little book of poems, as though he had said all that he meant to say or could, with propriety, say. He turned over the pages with great decision, as if he were judgi... | up to your ancestors?" he proceeded. "I dare say I shouldn t try to write poetry," Katharine replied. "No. And that s what I should hate. I couldn t bear my grandfather to cut me out. And, after all," Denham went on, glancing round him satirically, as Katharine thought, "it s not your grandfather only. You re cut out a... | and rode with Havelock to the Relief of Lucknow. And then, let me see oh, that s the original Alardyce, 1697, the founder of the family fortunes, with his wife. Some one gave us this bowl the other day because it has their crest and initials. We think it must have been given them to celebrate their silver wedding-day."... | clear, brown color; they seemed unexpectedly to hesitate and speculate; but Katharine only looked at him to wonder whether his face would not have come nearer the standard of her dead heroes if it had been adorned with side-whiskers. In his spare build and thin, though healthy, cheeks, she saw tokens of an angular and ... | Night And Day |
Denham merely smiled, and replacing the malacca cane on the rack, he drew a sword from its ornamental sheath. | No speaker | middle class too, I suppose."<|quote|>Denham merely smiled, and replacing the malacca cane on the rack, he drew a sword from its ornamental sheath.</|quote|>"That belonged to Clive, so | at Highgate, but we re middle class too, I suppose."<|quote|>Denham merely smiled, and replacing the malacca cane on the rack, he drew a sword from its ornamental sheath.</|quote|>"That belonged to Clive, so we say," said Katharine, taking | I should find you ridiculous," Katharine added, as if Denham had actually brought that charge against her family. "No because we re not in the least ridiculous. We re a respectable middle-class family, living at Highgate." "We don t live at Highgate, but we re middle class too, I suppose."<|quote|>Denham merely smiled,... | Katharine demanded. "No," said Denham. "We ve never done anything to be proud of unless you count paying one s bills a matter for pride." "That sounds rather dull," Katharine remarked. "You would think us horribly dull," Denham agreed. "Yes, I might find you dull, but I don t think I should find you ridiculous," Kathar... | had forgotten her duties. "Well," said Denham again, suddenly opening the little book of poems, as though he had said all that he meant to say or could, with propriety, say. He turned over the pages with great decision, as if he were judging the book in its entirety, the printing and paper and binding, as well as the p... | write poetry," Katharine replied. "No. And that s what I should hate. I couldn t bear my grandfather to cut me out. And, after all," Denham went on, glancing round him satirically, as Katharine thought, "it s not your grandfather only. You re cut out all the way round. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguishe... | oh, that s the original Alardyce, 1697, the founder of the family fortunes, with his wife. Some one gave us this bowl the other day because it has their crest and initials. We think it must have been given them to celebrate their silver wedding-day." Here she stopped for a moment, wondering why it was that Mr. Denham s... | dead heroes if it had been adorned with side-whiskers. In his spare build and thin, though healthy, cheeks, she saw tokens of an angular and acrid soul. His voice, she noticed, had a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery."... | Night And Day |
"That belonged to Clive, so we say," | Katharine Hilbery | sword from its ornamental sheath.<|quote|>"That belonged to Clive, so we say,"</|quote|>said Katharine, taking up her | the rack, he drew a sword from its ornamental sheath.<|quote|>"That belonged to Clive, so we say,"</|quote|>said Katharine, taking up her duties as hostess again automatically. | because we re not in the least ridiculous. We re a respectable middle-class family, living at Highgate." "We don t live at Highgate, but we re middle class too, I suppose." Denham merely smiled, and replacing the malacca cane on the rack, he drew a sword from its ornamental sheath.<|quote|>"That belonged to Clive, so w... | s bills a matter for pride." "That sounds rather dull," Katharine remarked. "You would think us horribly dull," Denham agreed. "Yes, I might find you dull, but I don t think I should find you ridiculous," Katharine added, as if Denham had actually brought that charge against her family. "No because we re not in the lea... | said all that he meant to say or could, with propriety, say. He turned over the pages with great decision, as if he were judging the book in its entirety, the printing and paper and binding, as well as the poetry, and then, having satisfied himself of its good or bad quality, he placed it on the writing-table, and exam... | cut me out. And, after all," Denham went on, glancing round him satirically, as Katharine thought, "it s not your grandfather only. You re cut out all the way round. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England. There are the Warburtons and the Mannings and you re related to the Otways, aren ... | us this bowl the other day because it has their crest and initials. We think it must have been given them to celebrate their silver wedding-day." Here she stopped for a moment, wondering why it was that Mr. Denham said nothing. Her feeling that he was antagonistic to her, which had lapsed while she thought of her famil... | Otways are my cousins," Katharine replied. "Well," said Denham, in a final tone of voice, as if his argument were proved. "Well," said Katharine, "I don t see that you ve proved anything." Denham smiled, in a peculiarly provoking way. He was amused and gratified to find that he had the power to annoy his oblivious, sup... | Night And Day |
said Katharine, taking up her duties as hostess again automatically. | No speaker | to Clive, so we say,"<|quote|>said Katharine, taking up her duties as hostess again automatically.</|quote|>"Is it a lie?" Denham | its ornamental sheath. "That belonged to Clive, so we say,"<|quote|>said Katharine, taking up her duties as hostess again automatically.</|quote|>"Is it a lie?" Denham inquired. "It s a family | ridiculous. We re a respectable middle-class family, living at Highgate." "We don t live at Highgate, but we re middle class too, I suppose." Denham merely smiled, and replacing the malacca cane on the rack, he drew a sword from its ornamental sheath. "That belonged to Clive, so we say,"<|quote|>said Katharine, taking ... | sounds rather dull," Katharine remarked. "You would think us horribly dull," Denham agreed. "Yes, I might find you dull, but I don t think I should find you ridiculous," Katharine added, as if Denham had actually brought that charge against her family. "No because we re not in the least ridiculous. We re a respectable ... | or could, with propriety, say. He turned over the pages with great decision, as if he were judging the book in its entirety, the printing and paper and binding, as well as the poetry, and then, having satisfied himself of its good or bad quality, he placed it on the writing-table, and examined the malacca cane with the... | went on, glancing round him satirically, as Katharine thought, "it s not your grandfather only. You re cut out all the way round. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England. There are the Warburtons and the Mannings and you re related to the Otways, aren t you? I read it all in some magazin... | it has their crest and initials. We think it must have been given them to celebrate their silver wedding-day." Here she stopped for a moment, wondering why it was that Mr. Denham said nothing. Her feeling that he was antagonistic to her, which had lapsed while she thought of her family possessions, returned so keenly t... | I couldn t bear my grandfather to cut me out. And, after all," Denham went on, glancing round him satirically, as Katharine thought, "it s not your grandfather only. You re cut out all the way round. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England. There are the Warburtons and the Mannings and y... | Night And Day |
"Is it a lie?" | Ralph Denham | duties as hostess again automatically.<|quote|>"Is it a lie?"</|quote|>Denham inquired. "It s a | said Katharine, taking up her duties as hostess again automatically.<|quote|>"Is it a lie?"</|quote|>Denham inquired. "It s a family tradition. I don t | "We don t live at Highgate, but we re middle class too, I suppose." Denham merely smiled, and replacing the malacca cane on the rack, he drew a sword from its ornamental sheath. "That belonged to Clive, so we say," said Katharine, taking up her duties as hostess again automatically.<|quote|>"Is it a lie?"</|quote|>Denh... | dull," Denham agreed. "Yes, I might find you dull, but I don t think I should find you ridiculous," Katharine added, as if Denham had actually brought that charge against her family. "No because we re not in the least ridiculous. We re a respectable middle-class family, living at Highgate." "We don t live at Highgate, ... | with great decision, as if he were judging the book in its entirety, the printing and paper and binding, as well as the poetry, and then, having satisfied himself of its good or bad quality, he placed it on the writing-table, and examined the malacca cane with the gold knob which had belonged to the soldier. "But aren ... | s not your grandfather only. You re cut out all the way round. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England. There are the Warburtons and the Mannings and you re related to the Otways, aren t you? I read it all in some magazine," he added. "The Otways are my cousins," Katharine replied. "Well... | have been given them to celebrate their silver wedding-day." Here she stopped for a moment, wondering why it was that Mr. Denham said nothing. Her feeling that he was antagonistic to her, which had lapsed while she thought of her family possessions, returned so keenly that she stopped in the middle of her catalog and l... | are my cousins," Katharine replied. "Well," said Denham, in a final tone of voice, as if his argument were proved. "Well," said Katharine, "I don t see that you ve proved anything." Denham smiled, in a peculiarly provoking way. He was amused and gratified to find that he had the power to annoy his oblivious, supercilio... | Night And Day |
Denham inquired. | No speaker | automatically. "Is it a lie?"<|quote|>Denham inquired.</|quote|>"It s a family tradition. | her duties as hostess again automatically. "Is it a lie?"<|quote|>Denham inquired.</|quote|>"It s a family tradition. I don t know that | at Highgate, but we re middle class too, I suppose." Denham merely smiled, and replacing the malacca cane on the rack, he drew a sword from its ornamental sheath. "That belonged to Clive, so we say," said Katharine, taking up her duties as hostess again automatically. "Is it a lie?"<|quote|>Denham inquired.</|quote|>"I... | I might find you dull, but I don t think I should find you ridiculous," Katharine added, as if Denham had actually brought that charge against her family. "No because we re not in the least ridiculous. We re a respectable middle-class family, living at Highgate." "We don t live at Highgate, but we re middle class too, ... | if he were judging the book in its entirety, the printing and paper and binding, as well as the poetry, and then, having satisfied himself of its good or bad quality, he placed it on the writing-table, and examined the malacca cane with the gold knob which had belonged to the soldier. "But aren t you proud of your fami... | only. You re cut out all the way round. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England. There are the Warburtons and the Mannings and you re related to the Otways, aren t you? I read it all in some magazine," he added. "The Otways are my cousins," Katharine replied. "Well," said Denham, in a fi... | to celebrate their silver wedding-day." Here she stopped for a moment, wondering why it was that Mr. Denham said nothing. Her feeling that he was antagonistic to her, which had lapsed while she thought of her family possessions, returned so keenly that she stopped in the middle of her catalog and looked at him. Her mot... | preferred to impress her. He sat silent, holding the precious little book of poems unopened in his hands, and Katharine watched him, the melancholy or contemplative expression deepening in her eyes as her annoyance faded. She appeared to be considering many things. She had forgotten her duties. "Well," said Denham agai... | Night And Day |
"It s a family tradition. I don t know that we can prove it." | Katharine Hilbery | it a lie?" Denham inquired.<|quote|>"It s a family tradition. I don t know that we can prove it."</|quote|>"You see, we don t | as hostess again automatically. "Is it a lie?" Denham inquired.<|quote|>"It s a family tradition. I don t know that we can prove it."</|quote|>"You see, we don t have traditions in our family," | but we re middle class too, I suppose." Denham merely smiled, and replacing the malacca cane on the rack, he drew a sword from its ornamental sheath. "That belonged to Clive, so we say," said Katharine, taking up her duties as hostess again automatically. "Is it a lie?" Denham inquired.<|quote|>"It s a family tradition... | find you dull, but I don t think I should find you ridiculous," Katharine added, as if Denham had actually brought that charge against her family. "No because we re not in the least ridiculous. We re a respectable middle-class family, living at Highgate." "We don t live at Highgate, but we re middle class too, I suppos... | were judging the book in its entirety, the printing and paper and binding, as well as the poetry, and then, having satisfied himself of its good or bad quality, he placed it on the writing-table, and examined the malacca cane with the gold knob which had belonged to the soldier. "But aren t you proud of your family?" K... | re cut out all the way round. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England. There are the Warburtons and the Mannings and you re related to the Otways, aren t you? I read it all in some magazine," he added. "The Otways are my cousins," Katharine replied. "Well," said Denham, in a final tone o... | their silver wedding-day." Here she stopped for a moment, wondering why it was that Mr. Denham said nothing. Her feeling that he was antagonistic to her, which had lapsed while she thought of her family possessions, returned so keenly that she stopped in the middle of her catalog and looked at him. Her mother, wishing ... | I couldn t bear my grandfather to cut me out. And, after all," Denham went on, glancing round him satirically, as Katharine thought, "it s not your grandfather only. You re cut out all the way round. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England. There are the Warburtons and the Mannings and y... | Night And Day |
"You see, we don t have traditions in our family," | Ralph Denham | that we can prove it."<|quote|>"You see, we don t have traditions in our family,"</|quote|>said Denham. "You sound very | tradition. I don t know that we can prove it."<|quote|>"You see, we don t have traditions in our family,"</|quote|>said Denham. "You sound very dull," Katharine remarked, for the | malacca cane on the rack, he drew a sword from its ornamental sheath. "That belonged to Clive, so we say," said Katharine, taking up her duties as hostess again automatically. "Is it a lie?" Denham inquired. "It s a family tradition. I don t know that we can prove it."<|quote|>"You see, we don t have traditions in our ... | added, as if Denham had actually brought that charge against her family. "No because we re not in the least ridiculous. We re a respectable middle-class family, living at Highgate." "We don t live at Highgate, but we re middle class too, I suppose." Denham merely smiled, and replacing the malacca cane on the rack, he d... | well as the poetry, and then, having satisfied himself of its good or bad quality, he placed it on the writing-table, and examined the malacca cane with the gold knob which had belonged to the soldier. "But aren t you proud of your family?" Katharine demanded. "No," said Denham. "We ve never done anything to be proud o... | the most distinguished families in England. There are the Warburtons and the Mannings and you re related to the Otways, aren t you? I read it all in some magazine," he added. "The Otways are my cousins," Katharine replied. "Well," said Denham, in a final tone of voice, as if his argument were proved. "Well," said Katha... | Mr. Denham said nothing. Her feeling that he was antagonistic to her, which had lapsed while she thought of her family possessions, returned so keenly that she stopped in the middle of her catalog and looked at him. Her mother, wishing to connect him reputably with the great dead, had compared him with Mr. Ruskin; and ... | power to annoy his oblivious, supercilious hostess, if he could not impress her; though he would have preferred to impress her. He sat silent, holding the precious little book of poems unopened in his hands, and Katharine watched him, the melancholy or contemplative expression deepening in her eyes as her annoyance fad... | Night And Day |
said Denham. | No speaker | have traditions in our family,"<|quote|>said Denham.</|quote|>"You sound very dull," Katharine | "You see, we don t have traditions in our family,"<|quote|>said Denham.</|quote|>"You sound very dull," Katharine remarked, for the second time. | its ornamental sheath. "That belonged to Clive, so we say," said Katharine, taking up her duties as hostess again automatically. "Is it a lie?" Denham inquired. "It s a family tradition. I don t know that we can prove it." "You see, we don t have traditions in our family,"<|quote|>said Denham.</|quote|>"You sound very ... | her family. "No because we re not in the least ridiculous. We re a respectable middle-class family, living at Highgate." "We don t live at Highgate, but we re middle class too, I suppose." Denham merely smiled, and replacing the malacca cane on the rack, he drew a sword from its ornamental sheath. "That belonged to Cli... | its good or bad quality, he placed it on the writing-table, and examined the malacca cane with the gold knob which had belonged to the soldier. "But aren t you proud of your family?" Katharine demanded. "No," said Denham. "We ve never done anything to be proud of unless you count paying one s bills a matter for pride."... | and the Mannings and you re related to the Otways, aren t you? I read it all in some magazine," he added. "The Otways are my cousins," Katharine replied. "Well," said Denham, in a final tone of voice, as if his argument were proved. "Well," said Katharine, "I don t see that you ve proved anything." Denham smiled, in a ... | to her, which had lapsed while she thought of her family possessions, returned so keenly that she stopped in the middle of her catalog and looked at him. Her mother, wishing to connect him reputably with the great dead, had compared him with Mr. Ruskin; and the comparison was in Katharine s mind, and led her to be more... | an angular and acrid soul. His voice, she noticed, had a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said: "You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery." "Yes, I am," Katharine answered, and she added, "Do you think there s anything wrong in that?" "Wrong? How should it be wrong... | Night And Day |
"You sound very dull," | Katharine Hilbery | in our family," said Denham.<|quote|>"You sound very dull,"</|quote|>Katharine remarked, for the second | we don t have traditions in our family," said Denham.<|quote|>"You sound very dull,"</|quote|>Katharine remarked, for the second time. "Merely middle class," Denham | sheath. "That belonged to Clive, so we say," said Katharine, taking up her duties as hostess again automatically. "Is it a lie?" Denham inquired. "It s a family tradition. I don t know that we can prove it." "You see, we don t have traditions in our family," said Denham.<|quote|>"You sound very dull,"</|quote|>Katharin... | "No because we re not in the least ridiculous. We re a respectable middle-class family, living at Highgate." "We don t live at Highgate, but we re middle class too, I suppose." Denham merely smiled, and replacing the malacca cane on the rack, he drew a sword from its ornamental sheath. "That belonged to Clive, so we sa... | or bad quality, he placed it on the writing-table, and examined the malacca cane with the gold knob which had belonged to the soldier. "But aren t you proud of your family?" Katharine demanded. "No," said Denham. "We ve never done anything to be proud of unless you count paying one s bills a matter for pride." "That so... | Mannings and you re related to the Otways, aren t you? I read it all in some magazine," he added. "The Otways are my cousins," Katharine replied. "Well," said Denham, in a final tone of voice, as if his argument were proved. "Well," said Katharine, "I don t see that you ve proved anything." Denham smiled, in a peculiar... | which had lapsed while she thought of her family possessions, returned so keenly that she stopped in the middle of her catalog and looked at him. Her mother, wishing to connect him reputably with the great dead, had compared him with Mr. Ruskin; and the comparison was in Katharine s mind, and led her to be more critica... | you ve proved anything." Denham smiled, in a peculiarly provoking way. He was amused and gratified to find that he had the power to annoy his oblivious, supercilious hostess, if he could not impress her; though he would have preferred to impress her. He sat silent, holding the precious little book of poems unopened in ... | Night And Day |
Katharine remarked, for the second time. | No speaker | Denham. "You sound very dull,"<|quote|>Katharine remarked, for the second time.</|quote|>"Merely middle class," Denham replied. | traditions in our family," said Denham. "You sound very dull,"<|quote|>Katharine remarked, for the second time.</|quote|>"Merely middle class," Denham replied. "You pay your bills, and | Clive, so we say," said Katharine, taking up her duties as hostess again automatically. "Is it a lie?" Denham inquired. "It s a family tradition. I don t know that we can prove it." "You see, we don t have traditions in our family," said Denham. "You sound very dull,"<|quote|>Katharine remarked, for the second time.</|... | not in the least ridiculous. We re a respectable middle-class family, living at Highgate." "We don t live at Highgate, but we re middle class too, I suppose." Denham merely smiled, and replacing the malacca cane on the rack, he drew a sword from its ornamental sheath. "That belonged to Clive, so we say," said Katharine... | placed it on the writing-table, and examined the malacca cane with the gold knob which had belonged to the soldier. "But aren t you proud of your family?" Katharine demanded. "No," said Denham. "We ve never done anything to be proud of unless you count paying one s bills a matter for pride." "That sounds rather dull," ... | related to the Otways, aren t you? I read it all in some magazine," he added. "The Otways are my cousins," Katharine replied. "Well," said Denham, in a final tone of voice, as if his argument were proved. "Well," said Katharine, "I don t see that you ve proved anything." Denham smiled, in a peculiarly provoking way. He... | she thought of her family possessions, returned so keenly that she stopped in the middle of her catalog and looked at him. Her mother, wishing to connect him reputably with the great dead, had compared him with Mr. Ruskin; and the comparison was in Katharine s mind, and led her to be more critical of the young man than... | s what I should hate. I couldn t bear my grandfather to cut me out. And, after all," Denham went on, glancing round him satirically, as Katharine thought, "it s not your grandfather only. You re cut out all the way round. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England. There are the Warburtons ... | Night And Day |
"Merely middle class," | Ralph Denham | remarked, for the second time.<|quote|>"Merely middle class,"</|quote|>Denham replied. "You pay your | "You sound very dull," Katharine remarked, for the second time.<|quote|>"Merely middle class,"</|quote|>Denham replied. "You pay your bills, and you speak the | taking up her duties as hostess again automatically. "Is it a lie?" Denham inquired. "It s a family tradition. I don t know that we can prove it." "You see, we don t have traditions in our family," said Denham. "You sound very dull," Katharine remarked, for the second time.<|quote|>"Merely middle class,"</|quote|>Denha... | re a respectable middle-class family, living at Highgate." "We don t live at Highgate, but we re middle class too, I suppose." Denham merely smiled, and replacing the malacca cane on the rack, he drew a sword from its ornamental sheath. "That belonged to Clive, so we say," said Katharine, taking up her duties as hostes... | examined the malacca cane with the gold knob which had belonged to the soldier. "But aren t you proud of your family?" Katharine demanded. "No," said Denham. "We ve never done anything to be proud of unless you count paying one s bills a matter for pride." "That sounds rather dull," Katharine remarked. "You would think... | you? I read it all in some magazine," he added. "The Otways are my cousins," Katharine replied. "Well," said Denham, in a final tone of voice, as if his argument were proved. "Well," said Katharine, "I don t see that you ve proved anything." Denham smiled, in a peculiarly provoking way. He was amused and gratified to f... | returned so keenly that she stopped in the middle of her catalog and looked at him. Her mother, wishing to connect him reputably with the great dead, had compared him with Mr. Ruskin; and the comparison was in Katharine s mind, and led her to be more critical of the young man than was fair, for a young man paying a cal... | t you? I read it all in some magazine," he added. "The Otways are my cousins," Katharine replied. "Well," said Denham, in a final tone of voice, as if his argument were proved. "Well," said Katharine, "I don t see that you ve proved anything." Denham smiled, in a peculiarly provoking way. He was amused and gratified to... | Night And Day |
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