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Denham replied. | No speaker | second time. "Merely middle class,"<|quote|>Denham replied.</|quote|>"You pay your bills, and | dull," Katharine remarked, for the second time. "Merely middle class,"<|quote|>Denham replied.</|quote|>"You pay your bills, and you speak the truth. I | 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. "Merely middle class,"<|quote|>Denham replied.</|quote|>"Yo... | 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 hostess again automatic... | 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 us horribly dull," D... | 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 find that he ... | 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 call in a tail-coat is... | 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, I am," K... | Night And Day |
"You pay your bills, and you speak the truth. I don t see why you should despise us." | Katharine Hilbery | "Merely middle class," Denham replied.<|quote|>"You pay your bills, and you speak the truth. I don t see why you should despise us."</|quote|>Mr. Denham carefully sheathed the | remarked, for the second time. "Merely middle class," Denham replied.<|quote|>"You pay your bills, and you speak the truth. I don t see why you should despise us."</|quote|>Mr. Denham carefully sheathed the sword which the Hilberys said | 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. "Merely middle class," Denham replied.<|quote|>"You pay your bills, a... | 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 hostess again automatically. "Is it a lie?" ... | 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 us horribly dull," Denham agre... | 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 find that he had the... | 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 call in a tail-coat is in a dif... | 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 again, suddenly opening the little book of poems, as though he had... | Night And Day |
Mr. Denham carefully sheathed the sword which the Hilberys said belonged to Clive. | No speaker | why you should despise us."<|quote|>Mr. Denham carefully sheathed the sword which the Hilberys said belonged to Clive.</|quote|>"I shouldn t like to | truth. I don t see why you should despise us."<|quote|>Mr. Denham carefully sheathed the sword which the Hilberys said belonged to Clive.</|quote|>"I shouldn t like to be you; that s all | 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. "Merely middle class," Denham replied. "You pay your bills, and you speak the truth. I don t see why you should despise us."<|quote|>Mr. Denham carefully sheathed the sw... | 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. "It s a family tradition. I don t know that we can prove it." "You see, we don ... | 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," Katharine added,... | 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 prefer... | 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 expressiveness, gazing immutably from b... | 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,"... | Night And Day |
"I shouldn t like to be you; that s all I said," | Ralph Denham | Hilberys said belonged to Clive.<|quote|>"I shouldn t like to be you; that s all I said,"</|quote|>he replied, as if he | sheathed the sword which the Hilberys said belonged to Clive.<|quote|>"I shouldn t like to be you; that s all I said,"</|quote|>he replied, as if he were saying what he thought | our family," said Denham. "You sound very dull," Katharine remarked, for the second time. "Merely middle class," Denham replied. "You pay your bills, and you speak the truth. I don t see why you should despise us." Mr. Denham carefully sheathed the sword which the Hilberys said belonged to Clive.<|quote|>"I shouldn t l... | 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." "You see, we don t have traditions in our family," said Denham. "You sound very dull,"... | 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," Katharine added, as if Denham had actually brought that charge against her family. "No ... | 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. He sat silent, holding the precious little book of poe... | 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 Mr. Ruskin. ... | 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... | Night And Day |
he replied, as if he were saying what he thought as accurately as he could. | No speaker | that s all I said,"<|quote|>he replied, as if he were saying what he thought as accurately as he could.</|quote|>"No, but one never would | t like to be you; that s all I said,"<|quote|>he replied, as if he were saying what he thought as accurately as he could.</|quote|>"No, but one never would like to be any one | second time. "Merely middle class," Denham replied. "You pay your bills, and you speak the truth. I don t see why you should despise us." Mr. Denham carefully sheathed the sword which the Hilberys said belonged to Clive. "I shouldn t like to be you; that s all I said,"<|quote|>he replied, as if he were saying what he t... | 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," Katharine remarked, for the second time. "Merely middle class," Denham... | 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 ... | 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 mel... | 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 for swiftness and dec... | 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 judging the book in its entiret... | Night And Day |
"No, but one never would like to be any one else." | Katharine Hilbery | as accurately as he could.<|quote|>"No, but one never would like to be any one else."</|quote|>"I should. I should like | were saying what he thought as accurately as he could.<|quote|>"No, but one never would like to be any one else."</|quote|>"I should. I should like to be lots of other | truth. I don t see why you should despise us." Mr. Denham carefully sheathed the sword which the Hilberys said belonged to Clive. "I shouldn t like to be you; that s all I said," he replied, as if he were saying what he thought as accurately as he could.<|quote|>"No, but one never would like to be any one else."</|quot... | 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. "Merely middle class," Denham replied. "You pay your bills, and you speak the truth. I don t see why you should despise ... | 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, I ... | 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 faded. Sh... | 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 broad, ... | 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 to the soldier. "But... | Night And Day |
"I should. I should like to be lots of other people." | Ralph Denham | to be any one else."<|quote|>"I should. I should like to be lots of other people."</|quote|>"Then why not us?" Katharine | but one never would like to be any one else."<|quote|>"I should. I should like to be lots of other people."</|quote|>"Then why not us?" Katharine asked. Denham looked at her | Denham carefully sheathed the sword which the Hilberys said belonged to Clive. "I shouldn t like to be you; that s all I said," he replied, as if he were saying what he thought as accurately as he could. "No, but one never would like to be any one else."<|quote|>"I should. I should like to be lots of other people."</|q... | 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. "Merely middle class," Denham replied. "You pay your bills, and you speak the truth. I don t see why you should despise us." Mr. Denham carefully sheathed the sword which the... | 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." Denham merely smiled, and replacing th... | 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 faded. She appeared to be considering many things. She had forgotten her duties... | 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 formidable, the lips clean-shaven and at on... | "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 find that he had the power to annoy his oblivious... | Night And Day |
"Then why not us?" | Katharine Hilbery | be lots of other people."<|quote|>"Then why not us?"</|quote|>Katharine asked. Denham looked at | should. I should like to be lots of other people."<|quote|>"Then why not us?"</|quote|>Katharine asked. Denham looked at her as she sat in | Clive. "I shouldn t like to be you; that s all I said," he replied, as if he were saying what he thought as accurately as he could. "No, but one never would like to be any one else." "I should. I should like to be lots of other people."<|quote|>"Then why not us?"</|quote|>Katharine asked. Denham looked at her as she sa... | in our family," said Denham. "You sound very dull," Katharine remarked, for the second time. "Merely middle class," Denham replied. "You pay your bills, and you speak the truth. I don t see why you should despise us." Mr. Denham carefully sheathed the sword which the Hilberys said belonged to Clive. "I shouldn t like t... | 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 drew a sword from its ornamental sheath. "... | 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 again, suddenly opening the little bo... | 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... | 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 suppose." Denha... | Night And Day |
Katharine asked. Denham looked at her as she sat in her grandfather s arm-chair, drawing her great-uncle s malacca cane smoothly through her fingers, while her background was made up equally of lustrous blue-and-white paint, and crimson books with gilt lines on them. The vitality and composure of her attitude, as of a ... | No speaker | people." "Then why not us?"<|quote|>Katharine asked. Denham looked at her as she sat in her grandfather s arm-chair, drawing her great-uncle s malacca cane smoothly through her fingers, while her background was made up equally of lustrous blue-and-white paint, and crimson books with gilt lines on them. The vitality and... | to be lots of other people." "Then why not us?"<|quote|>Katharine asked. Denham looked at her as she sat in her grandfather s arm-chair, drawing her great-uncle s malacca cane smoothly through her fingers, while her background was made up equally of lustrous blue-and-white paint, and crimson books with gilt lines on th... | like to be you; that s all I said," he replied, as if he were saying what he thought as accurately as he could. "No, but one never would like to be any one else." "I should. I should like to be lots of other people." "Then why not us?"<|quote|>Katharine asked. Denham looked at her as she sat in her grandfather s arm-ch... | Denham. "You sound very dull," Katharine remarked, for the second time. "Merely middle class," Denham replied. "You pay your bills, and you speak the truth. I don t see why you should despise us." Mr. Denham carefully sheathed the sword which the Hilberys said belonged to Clive. "I shouldn t like to be you; that s all ... | 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 Clive, ... | 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 again, suddenly opening the little book of poems, as though he had... | 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 red blood in them. Hi... | 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. He sat silent, holding the precious litt... | Night And Day |
"You ll never know anything at first hand," | Ralph Denham | easily, would he be forgotten.<|quote|>"You ll never know anything at first hand,"</|quote|>he began, almost savagely. "It | her lot. So soon, so easily, would he be forgotten.<|quote|>"You ll never know anything at first hand,"</|quote|>he began, almost savagely. "It s all been done for | made up equally of lustrous blue-and-white paint, and crimson books with gilt lines on them. The vitality and composure of her attitude, as of a bright-plumed bird poised easily before further flights, roused him to show her the limitations of her lot. So soon, so easily, would he be forgotten.<|quote|>"You ll never kn... | would like to be any one else." "I should. I should like to be lots of other people." "Then why not us?" Katharine asked. Denham looked at her as she sat in her grandfather s arm-chair, drawing her great-uncle s malacca cane smoothly through her fingers, while her background was made up equally of lustrous blue-and-whi... | 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. "Merely middle class," Denham replied. "You pay your bills, and you speak the truth. I don t see why you should despise us." Mr. Denham ca... | 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?" Katharine demanded... | 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... | 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?" Katharine demanded. "No," said... | Night And Day |
he began, almost savagely. | No speaker | know anything at first hand,"<|quote|>he began, almost savagely.</|quote|>"It s all been done | be forgotten. "You ll never know anything at first hand,"<|quote|>he began, almost savagely.</|quote|>"It s all been done for you. You ll never | crimson books with gilt lines on them. The vitality and composure of her attitude, as of a bright-plumed bird poised easily before further flights, roused him to show her the limitations of her lot. So soon, so easily, would he be forgotten. "You ll never know anything at first hand,"<|quote|>he began, almost savagely.... | should. I should like to be lots of other people." "Then why not us?" Katharine asked. Denham looked at her as she sat in her grandfather s arm-chair, drawing her great-uncle s malacca cane smoothly through her fingers, while her background was made up equally of lustrous blue-and-white paint, and crimson books with gi... | 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. "Merely middle class," Denham replied. "You pay your bills, and you speak the truth. I don t see why you should despise us." Mr. Denham carefully sheathed the sword which the Hi... | 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," said Denham. "We ve never done anythi... | 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 acrid soul. His voice, sh... | 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, I ... | Night And Day |
"It s all been done for you. You ll never know the pleasure of buying things after saving up for them, or reading books for the first time, or making discoveries." | Ralph Denham | hand," he began, almost savagely.<|quote|>"It s all been done for you. You ll never know the pleasure of buying things after saving up for them, or reading books for the first time, or making discoveries."</|quote|>"Go on," Katharine observed, as | never know anything at first hand," he began, almost savagely.<|quote|>"It s all been done for you. You ll never know the pleasure of buying things after saving up for them, or reading books for the first time, or making discoveries."</|quote|>"Go on," Katharine observed, as he paused, suddenly doubtful, when | lines on them. The vitality and composure of her attitude, as of a bright-plumed bird poised easily before further flights, roused him to show her the limitations of her lot. So soon, so easily, would he be forgotten. "You ll never know anything at first hand," he began, almost savagely.<|quote|>"It s all been done for... | to be lots of other people." "Then why not us?" Katharine asked. Denham looked at her as she sat in her grandfather s arm-chair, drawing her great-uncle s malacca cane smoothly through her fingers, while her background was made up equally of lustrous blue-and-white paint, and crimson books with gilt lines on them. The ... | see, we don t have traditions in our family," said Denham. "You sound very dull," Katharine remarked, for the second time. "Merely middle class," Denham replied. "You pay your bills, and you speak the truth. I don t see why you should despise us." Mr. Denham carefully sheathed the sword which the Hilberys said belonged... | 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 of unl... | 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 noticed, had a slight vibratin... | 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." "You see, we don t have traditions in our family," said Denham. "You sound very dull,"... | Night And Day |
"Go on," | Katharine Hilbery | first time, or making discoveries."<|quote|>"Go on,"</|quote|>Katharine observed, as he paused, | or reading books for the first time, or making discoveries."<|quote|>"Go on,"</|quote|>Katharine observed, as he paused, suddenly doubtful, when he heard | soon, so easily, would he be forgotten. "You ll never know anything at first hand," he began, almost savagely. "It s all been done for you. You ll never know the pleasure of buying things after saving up for them, or reading books for the first time, or making discoveries."<|quote|>"Go on,"</|quote|>Katharine observed,... | through her fingers, while her background was made up equally of lustrous blue-and-white paint, and crimson books with gilt lines on them. The vitality and composure of her attitude, as of a bright-plumed bird poised easily before further flights, roused him to show her the limitations of her lot. So soon, so easily, w... | you speak the truth. I don t see why you should despise us." Mr. Denham carefully sheathed the sword which the Hilberys said belonged to Clive. "I shouldn t like to be you; that s all I said," he replied, as if he were saying what he thought as accurately as he could. "No, but one never would like to be any one else." ... | 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 might find y... | 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... | "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... | Night And Day |
Katharine observed, as he paused, suddenly doubtful, when he heard his voice proclaiming aloud these facts, whether there was any truth in them. | No speaker | or making discoveries." "Go on,"<|quote|>Katharine observed, as he paused, suddenly doubtful, when he heard his voice proclaiming aloud these facts, whether there was any truth in them.</|quote|>"Of course, I don t | books for the first time, or making discoveries." "Go on,"<|quote|>Katharine observed, as he paused, suddenly doubtful, when he heard his voice proclaiming aloud these facts, whether there was any truth in them.</|quote|>"Of course, I don t know how you spend your | easily, would he be forgotten. "You ll never know anything at first hand," he began, almost savagely. "It s all been done for you. You ll never know the pleasure of buying things after saving up for them, or reading books for the first time, or making discoveries." "Go on,"<|quote|>Katharine observed, as he paused, sud... | fingers, while her background was made up equally of lustrous blue-and-white paint, and crimson books with gilt lines on them. The vitality and composure of her attitude, as of a bright-plumed bird poised easily before further flights, roused him to show her the limitations of her lot. So soon, so easily, would he be f... | the truth. I don t see why you should despise us." Mr. Denham carefully sheathed the sword which the Hilberys said belonged to Clive. "I shouldn t like to be you; that s all I said," he replied, as if he were saying what he thought as accurately as he could. "No, but one never would like to be any one else." "I should.... | 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 might find you dull, but... | 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... | 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 might find you dull, but I don t think I should find you ridic... | Night And Day |
"Of course, I don t know how you spend your time," | Ralph Denham | was any truth in them.<|quote|>"Of course, I don t know how you spend your time,"</|quote|>he continued, a little stiffly, | aloud these facts, whether there was any truth in them.<|quote|>"Of course, I don t know how you spend your time,"</|quote|>he continued, a little stiffly, "but I suppose you have | you. You ll never know the pleasure of buying things after saving up for them, or reading books for the first time, or making discoveries." "Go on," Katharine observed, as he paused, suddenly doubtful, when he heard his voice proclaiming aloud these facts, whether there was any truth in them.<|quote|>"Of course, I don ... | composure of her attitude, as of a bright-plumed bird poised easily before further flights, roused him to show her the limitations of her lot. So soon, so easily, would he be forgotten. "You ll never know anything at first hand," he began, almost savagely. "It s all been done for you. You ll never know the pleasure of ... | Clive. "I shouldn t like to be you; that s all I said," he replied, as if he were saying what he thought as accurately as he could. "No, but one never would like to be any one else." "I should. I should like to be lots of other people." "Then why not us?" Katharine asked. Denham looked at her as she sat in her grandfat... | 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," Katharine added, as if Denham had actually brought that charge against her family. "... | 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... | 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 faded. She appeared to be conside... | Night And Day |
he continued, a little stiffly, | No speaker | how you spend your time,"<|quote|>he continued, a little stiffly,</|quote|>"but I suppose you have | course, I don t know how you spend your time,"<|quote|>he continued, a little stiffly,</|quote|>"but I suppose you have to show people round. You | saving up for them, or reading books for the first time, or making discoveries." "Go on," Katharine observed, as he paused, suddenly doubtful, when he heard his voice proclaiming aloud these facts, whether there was any truth in them. "Of course, I don t know how you spend your time,"<|quote|>he continued, a little sti... | before further flights, roused him to show her the limitations of her lot. So soon, so easily, would he be forgotten. "You ll never know anything at first hand," he began, almost savagely. "It s all been done for you. You ll never know the pleasure of buying things after saving up for them, or reading books for the fir... | I said," he replied, as if he were saying what he thought as accurately as he could. "No, but one never would like to be any one else." "I should. I should like to be lots of other people." "Then why not us?" Katharine asked. Denham looked at her as she sat in her grandfather s arm-chair, drawing her great-uncle s mala... | 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 least ridiculous. We re ... | 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 like them." ... | 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 judging t... | Night And Day |
"but I suppose you have to show people round. You are writing a life of your grandfather, aren t you? And this kind of thing" | Ralph Denham | he continued, a little stiffly,<|quote|>"but I suppose you have to show people round. You are writing a life of your grandfather, aren t you? And this kind of thing"</|quote|>he nodded towards the other | how you spend your time," he continued, a little stiffly,<|quote|>"but I suppose you have to show people round. You are writing a life of your grandfather, aren t you? And this kind of thing"</|quote|>he nodded towards the other room, where they could hear | reading books for the first time, or making discoveries." "Go on," Katharine observed, as he paused, suddenly doubtful, when he heard his voice proclaiming aloud these facts, whether there was any truth in them. "Of course, I don t know how you spend your time," he continued, a little stiffly,<|quote|>"but I suppose yo... | to show her the limitations of her lot. So soon, so easily, would he be forgotten. "You ll never know anything at first hand," he began, almost savagely. "It s all been done for you. You ll never know the pleasure of buying things after saving up for them, or reading books for the first time, or making discoveries." "G... | if he were saying what he thought as accurately as he could. "No, but one never would like to be any one else." "I should. I should like to be lots of other people." "Then why not us?" Katharine asked. Denham looked at her as she sat in her grandfather s arm-chair, drawing her great-uncle s malacca cane smoothly throug... | 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 middle-class family, ... | 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 ... | 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 all that he mea... | Night And Day |
he nodded towards the other room, where they could hear bursts of cultivated laughter | No speaker | And this kind of thing"<|quote|>he nodded towards the other room, where they could hear bursts of cultivated laughter</|quote|>"must take up a lot | your grandfather, aren t you? And this kind of thing"<|quote|>he nodded towards the other room, where they could hear bursts of cultivated laughter</|quote|>"must take up a lot of time." She looked at | these facts, whether there was any truth in them. "Of course, I don t know how you spend your time," he continued, a little stiffly, "but I suppose you have to show people round. You are writing a life of your grandfather, aren t you? And this kind of thing"<|quote|>he nodded towards the other room, where they could he... | began, almost savagely. "It s all been done for you. You ll never know the pleasure of buying things after saving up for them, or reading books for the first time, or making discoveries." "Go on," Katharine observed, as he paused, suddenly doubtful, when he heard his voice proclaiming aloud these facts, whether there w... | I should like to be lots of other people." "Then why not us?" Katharine asked. Denham looked at her as she sat in her grandfather s arm-chair, drawing her great-uncle s malacca cane smoothly through her fingers, while her background was made up equally of lustrous blue-and-white paint, and crimson books with gilt lines... | 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." Denham merely smiled, and replacing the malacca... | "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. "No. And that s what I should hate. I cou... | 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 might fi... | Night And Day |
"must take up a lot of time." | Ralph Denham | hear bursts of cultivated laughter<|quote|>"must take up a lot of time."</|quote|>She looked at him expectantly, | other room, where they could hear bursts of cultivated laughter<|quote|>"must take up a lot of time."</|quote|>She looked at him expectantly, as if between them they | know how you spend your time," he continued, a little stiffly, "but I suppose you have to show people round. You are writing a life of your grandfather, aren t you? And this kind of thing" he nodded towards the other room, where they could hear bursts of cultivated laughter<|quote|>"must take up a lot of time."</|quote... | the pleasure of buying things after saving up for them, or reading books for the first time, or making discoveries." "Go on," Katharine observed, as he paused, suddenly doubtful, when he heard his voice proclaiming aloud these facts, whether there was any truth in them. "Of course, I don t know how you spend your time,... | asked. Denham looked at her as she sat in her grandfather s arm-chair, drawing her great-uncle s malacca cane smoothly through her fingers, while her background was made up equally of lustrous blue-and-white paint, and crimson books with gilt lines on them. The vitality and composure of her attitude, as of a bright-plu... | "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... | 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... | 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 say," ... | Night And Day |
She looked at him expectantly, as if between them they were decorating a small figure of herself, and she saw him hesitating in the disposition of some bow or sash. | No speaker | up a lot of time."<|quote|>She looked at him expectantly, as if between them they were decorating a small figure of herself, and she saw him hesitating in the disposition of some bow or sash.</|quote|>"You ve got it very | of cultivated laughter "must take up a lot of time."<|quote|>She looked at him expectantly, as if between them they were decorating a small figure of herself, and she saw him hesitating in the disposition of some bow or sash.</|quote|>"You ve got it very nearly right," she said, "but | continued, a little stiffly, "but I suppose you have to show people round. You are writing a life of your grandfather, aren t you? And this kind of thing" he nodded towards the other room, where they could hear bursts of cultivated laughter "must take up a lot of time."<|quote|>She looked at him expectantly, as if betw... | up for them, or reading books for the first time, or making discoveries." "Go on," Katharine observed, as he paused, suddenly doubtful, when he heard his voice proclaiming aloud these facts, whether there was any truth in them. "Of course, I don t know how you spend your time," he continued, a little stiffly, "but I su... | sat in her grandfather s arm-chair, drawing her great-uncle s malacca cane smoothly through her fingers, while her background was made up equally of lustrous blue-and-white paint, and crimson books with gilt lines on them. The vitality and composure of her attitude, as of a bright-plumed bird poised easily before furth... | 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, taking up... | 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, glancing round him satirically, as Katharine th... | 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, ... | Night And Day |
"You ve got it very nearly right," | Katharine Hilbery | of some bow or sash.<|quote|>"You ve got it very nearly right,"</|quote|>she said, "but I only | him hesitating in the disposition of some bow or sash.<|quote|>"You ve got it very nearly right,"</|quote|>she said, "but I only help my mother. I don | nodded towards the other room, where they could hear bursts of cultivated laughter "must take up a lot of time." She looked at him expectantly, as if between them they were decorating a small figure of herself, and she saw him hesitating in the disposition of some bow or sash.<|quote|>"You ve got it very nearly right,"... | facts, whether there was any truth in them. "Of course, I don t know how you spend your time," he continued, a little stiffly, "but I suppose you have to show people round. You are writing a life of your grandfather, aren t you? And this kind of thing" he nodded towards the other room, where they could hear bursts of c... | with gilt lines on them. The vitality and composure of her attitude, as of a bright-plumed bird poised easily before further flights, roused him to show her the limitations of her lot. So soon, so easily, would he be forgotten. "You ll never know anything at first hand," he began, almost savagely. "It s all been done f... | 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." "You see, we don t have traditions in our fami... | 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... | why you should despise us." Mr. Denham carefully sheathed the sword which the Hilberys said belonged to Clive. "I shouldn t like to be you; that s all I said," he replied, as if he were saying what he thought as accurately as he could. "No, but one never would like to be any one else." "I should. I should like to be lo... | Night And Day |
she said, | No speaker | got it very nearly right,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"but I only help my | bow or sash. "You ve got it very nearly right,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"but I only help my mother. I don t write | could hear bursts of cultivated laughter "must take up a lot of time." She looked at him expectantly, as if between them they were decorating a small figure of herself, and she saw him hesitating in the disposition of some bow or sash. "You ve got it very nearly right,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"but I only help my mo... | them. "Of course, I don t know how you spend your time," he continued, a little stiffly, "but I suppose you have to show people round. You are writing a life of your grandfather, aren t you? And this kind of thing" he nodded towards the other room, where they could hear bursts of cultivated laughter "must take up a lot... | and composure of her attitude, as of a bright-plumed bird poised easily before further flights, roused him to show her the limitations of her lot. So soon, so easily, would he be forgotten. "You ll never know anything at first hand," he began, almost savagely. "It s all been done for you. You ll never know the pleasure... | 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." "You see, we don t have traditions in our family," said Denham. "You sound very... | 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... | drawing her great-uncle s malacca cane smoothly through her fingers, while her background was made up equally of lustrous blue-and-white paint, and crimson books with gilt lines on them. The vitality and composure of her attitude, as of a bright-plumed bird poised easily before further flights, roused him to show her t... | Night And Day |
"but I only help my mother. I don t write myself." | Katharine Hilbery | very nearly right," she said,<|quote|>"but I only help my mother. I don t write myself."</|quote|>"Do you do anything yourself?" | sash. "You ve got it very nearly right," she said,<|quote|>"but I only help my mother. I don t write myself."</|quote|>"Do you do anything yourself?" he demanded. "What do you | bursts of cultivated laughter "must take up a lot of time." She looked at him expectantly, as if between them they were decorating a small figure of herself, and she saw him hesitating in the disposition of some bow or sash. "You ve got it very nearly right," she said,<|quote|>"but I only help my mother. I don t write ... | course, I don t know how you spend your time," he continued, a little stiffly, "but I suppose you have to show people round. You are writing a life of your grandfather, aren t you? And this kind of thing" he nodded towards the other room, where they could hear bursts of cultivated laughter "must take up a lot of time."... | of her attitude, as of a bright-plumed bird poised easily before further flights, roused him to show her the limitations of her lot. So soon, so easily, would he be forgotten. "You ll never know anything at first hand," he began, almost savagely. "It s all been done for you. You ll never know the pleasure of buying thi... | 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." "You see, we don t have traditions in our family," said Denham. "You sound very dull,"... | 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 re rel... | 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... | Night And Day |
"Do you do anything yourself?" | Ralph Denham | I don t write myself."<|quote|>"Do you do anything yourself?"</|quote|>he demanded. "What do you | I only help my mother. I don t write myself."<|quote|>"Do you do anything yourself?"</|quote|>he demanded. "What do you mean?" she asked. "I don | She looked at him expectantly, as if between them they were decorating a small figure of herself, and she saw him hesitating in the disposition of some bow or sash. "You ve got it very nearly right," she said, "but I only help my mother. I don t write myself."<|quote|>"Do you do anything yourself?"</|quote|>he demanded... | continued, a little stiffly, "but I suppose you have to show people round. You are writing a life of your grandfather, aren t you? And this kind of thing" he nodded towards the other room, where they could hear bursts of cultivated laughter "must take up a lot of time." She looked at him expectantly, as if between them... | further flights, roused him to show her the limitations of her lot. So soon, so easily, would he be forgotten. "You ll never know anything at first hand," he began, almost savagely. "It s all been done for you. You ll never know the pleasure of buying things after saving up for them, or reading books for the first time... | 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," Katharine remarked, for the second time. "Merely middle class," ... | 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 read it all in some ... | 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. "It s a family tradition. I don t know ... | Night And Day |
he demanded. | No speaker | "Do you do anything yourself?"<|quote|>he demanded.</|quote|>"What do you mean?" she | I don t write myself." "Do you do anything yourself?"<|quote|>he demanded.</|quote|>"What do you mean?" she asked. "I don t leave | as if between them they were decorating a small figure of herself, and she saw him hesitating in the disposition of some bow or sash. "You ve got it very nearly right," she said, "but I only help my mother. I don t write myself." "Do you do anything yourself?"<|quote|>he demanded.</|quote|>"What do you mean?" she asked... | I suppose you have to show people round. You are writing a life of your grandfather, aren t you? And this kind of thing" he nodded towards the other room, where they could hear bursts of cultivated laughter "must take up a lot of time." She looked at him expectantly, as if between them they were decorating a small figu... | show her the limitations of her lot. So soon, so easily, would he be forgotten. "You ll never know anything at first hand," he began, almost savagely. "It s all been done for you. You ll never know the pleasure of buying things after saving up for them, or reading books for the first time, or making discoveries." "Go o... | 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. "Merely middle class," Denham replied. "You pay your bi... | 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 magazine," he added. "The Otway... | 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," Katharine remarked, for the second time. "Merely middle class," Denham repl... | Night And Day |
"What do you mean?" | Katharine Hilbery | do anything yourself?" he demanded.<|quote|>"What do you mean?"</|quote|>she asked. "I don t | t write myself." "Do you do anything yourself?" he demanded.<|quote|>"What do you mean?"</|quote|>she asked. "I don t leave the house at ten | between them they were decorating a small figure of herself, and she saw him hesitating in the disposition of some bow or sash. "You ve got it very nearly right," she said, "but I only help my mother. I don t write myself." "Do you do anything yourself?" he demanded.<|quote|>"What do you mean?"</|quote|>she asked. "I d... | you have to show people round. You are writing a life of your grandfather, aren t you? And this kind of thing" he nodded towards the other room, where they could hear bursts of cultivated laughter "must take up a lot of time." She looked at him expectantly, as if between them they were decorating a small figure of hers... | the limitations of her lot. So soon, so easily, would he be forgotten. "You ll never know anything at first hand," he began, almost savagely. "It s all been done for you. You ll never know the pleasure of buying things after saving up for them, or reading books for the first time, or making discoveries." "Go on," Katha... | 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. "Merely middle class," Denham replied. "You pay your bills, and yo... | 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 magazine," he added. "The Otways are my cousins,... | through her fingers, while her background was made up equally of lustrous blue-and-white paint, and crimson books with gilt lines on them. The vitality and composure of her attitude, as of a bright-plumed bird poised easily before further flights, roused him to show her the limitations of her lot. So soon, so easily, w... | Night And Day |
she asked. | No speaker | demanded. "What do you mean?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"I don t leave the | you do anything yourself?" he demanded. "What do you mean?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"I don t leave the house at ten and come | decorating a small figure of herself, and she saw him hesitating in the disposition of some bow or sash. "You ve got it very nearly right," she said, "but I only help my mother. I don t write myself." "Do you do anything yourself?" he demanded. "What do you mean?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"I don t leave the house at... | people round. You are writing a life of your grandfather, aren t you? And this kind of thing" he nodded towards the other room, where they could hear bursts of cultivated laughter "must take up a lot of time." She looked at him expectantly, as if between them they were decorating a small figure of herself, and she saw ... | lot. So soon, so easily, would he be forgotten. "You ll never know anything at first hand," he began, almost savagely. "It s all been done for you. You ll never know the pleasure of buying things after saving up for them, or reading books for the first time, or making discoveries." "Go on," Katharine observed, as he pa... | "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. "Merely middle class," Denham replied. "You pay your bills, and you speak the truth. I don t see w... | 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... | you should despise us." Mr. Denham carefully sheathed the sword which the Hilberys said belonged to Clive. "I shouldn t like to be you; that s all I said," he replied, as if he were saying what he thought as accurately as he could. "No, but one never would like to be any one else." "I should. I should like to be lots o... | Night And Day |
"I don t leave the house at ten and come back at six." | Katharine Hilbery | do you mean?" she asked.<|quote|>"I don t leave the house at ten and come back at six."</|quote|>"I don t mean that." | anything yourself?" he demanded. "What do you mean?" she asked.<|quote|>"I don t leave the house at ten and come back at six."</|quote|>"I don t mean that." Mr. Denham had recovered his | small figure of herself, and she saw him hesitating in the disposition of some bow or sash. "You ve got it very nearly right," she said, "but I only help my mother. I don t write myself." "Do you do anything yourself?" he demanded. "What do you mean?" she asked.<|quote|>"I don t leave the house at ten and come back at ... | You are writing a life of your grandfather, aren t you? And this kind of thing" he nodded towards the other room, where they could hear bursts of cultivated laughter "must take up a lot of time." She looked at him expectantly, as if between them they were decorating a small figure of herself, and she saw him hesitating... | soon, so easily, would he be forgotten. "You ll never know anything at first hand," he began, almost savagely. "It s all been done for you. You ll never know the pleasure of buying things after saving up for them, or reading books for the first time, or making discoveries." "Go on," Katharine observed, as he paused, su... | 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. "Merely middle class," Denham replied. "You pay your bills, and you speak the truth. I don t see why you ... | 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," sai... | 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." Denham merely smiled, and replacing the mal... | Night And Day |
"I don t mean that." | Ralph Denham | and come back at six."<|quote|>"I don t mean that."</|quote|>Mr. Denham had recovered his | leave the house at ten and come back at six."<|quote|>"I don t mean that."</|quote|>Mr. Denham had recovered his self-control; he spoke with a | some bow or sash. "You ve got it very nearly right," she said, "but I only help my mother. I don t write myself." "Do you do anything yourself?" he demanded. "What do you mean?" she asked. "I don t leave the house at ten and come back at six."<|quote|>"I don t mean that."</|quote|>Mr. Denham had recovered his self-cont... | kind of thing" he nodded towards the other room, where they could hear bursts of cultivated laughter "must take up a lot of time." She looked at him expectantly, as if between them they were decorating a small figure of herself, and she saw him hesitating in the disposition of some bow or sash. "You ve got it very near... | first hand," he began, almost savagely. "It s all been done for you. You ll never know the pleasure of buying things after saving up for them, or reading books for the first time, or making discoveries." "Go on," Katharine observed, as he paused, suddenly doubtful, when he heard his voice proclaiming aloud these facts,... | 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. "Merely middle class," Denham replied. "You pay your bills, and you speak the truth. I don t see why you should despise us." Mr. Denham carefully sheathed the sword whic... | 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 voice, as if his argument were proved.... | lustrous blue-and-white paint, and crimson books with gilt lines on them. The vitality and composure of her attitude, as of a bright-plumed bird poised easily before further flights, roused him to show her the limitations of her lot. So soon, so easily, would he be forgotten. "You ll never know anything at first hand,"... | Night And Day |
Mr. Denham had recovered his self-control; he spoke with a quietness which made Katharine rather anxious that he should explain himself, but at the same time she wished to annoy him, to waft him away from her on some light current of ridicule or satire, as she was wont to do with these intermittent young men of her fat... | No speaker | "I don t mean that."<|quote|>Mr. Denham had recovered his self-control; he spoke with a quietness which made Katharine rather anxious that he should explain himself, but at the same time she wished to annoy him, to waft him away from her on some light current of ridicule or satire, as she was wont to do with these inte... | and come back at six." "I don t mean that."<|quote|>Mr. Denham had recovered his self-control; he spoke with a quietness which made Katharine rather anxious that he should explain himself, but at the same time she wished to annoy him, to waft him away from her on some light current of ridicule or satire, as she was won... | ve got it very nearly right," she said, "but I only help my mother. I don t write myself." "Do you do anything yourself?" he demanded. "What do you mean?" she asked. "I don t leave the house at ten and come back at six." "I don t mean that."<|quote|>Mr. Denham had recovered his self-control; he spoke with a quietness w... | towards the other room, where they could hear bursts of cultivated laughter "must take up a lot of time." She looked at him expectantly, as if between them they were decorating a small figure of herself, and she saw him hesitating in the disposition of some bow or sash. "You ve got it very nearly right," she said, "but... | savagely. "It s all been done for you. You ll never know the pleasure of buying things after saving up for them, or reading books for the first time, or making discoveries." "Go on," Katharine observed, as he paused, suddenly doubtful, when he heard his voice proclaiming aloud these facts, whether there was any truth i... | "You see, we don t have traditions in our family," said Denham. "You sound very dull," Katharine remarked, for the second time. "Merely middle class," Denham replied. "You pay your bills, and you speak the truth. I don t see why you should despise us." Mr. Denham carefully sheathed the sword which the Hilberys said bel... | 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... | "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. "Is it a lie?" Denham inquired. "It ... | Night And Day |
"Nobody ever does do anything worth doing nowadays," | Katharine Hilbery | men of her father s.<|quote|>"Nobody ever does do anything worth doing nowadays,"</|quote|>she remarked. "You see" she | do with these intermittent young men of her father s.<|quote|>"Nobody ever does do anything worth doing nowadays,"</|quote|>she remarked. "You see" she tapped the volume of her | quietness which made Katharine rather anxious that he should explain himself, but at the same time she wished to annoy him, to waft him away from her on some light current of ridicule or satire, as she was wont to do with these intermittent young men of her father s.<|quote|>"Nobody ever does do anything worth doing no... | only help my mother. I don t write myself." "Do you do anything yourself?" he demanded. "What do you mean?" she asked. "I don t leave the house at ten and come back at six." "I don t mean that." Mr. Denham had recovered his self-control; he spoke with a quietness which made Katharine rather anxious that he should expla... | don t know how you spend your time," he continued, a little stiffly, "but I suppose you have to show people round. You are writing a life of your grandfather, aren t you? And this kind of thing" he nodded towards the other room, where they could hear bursts of cultivated laughter "must take up a lot of time." She looke... | t like to be you; that s all I said," he replied, as if he were saying what he thought as accurately as he could. "No, but one never would like to be any one else." "I should. I should like to be lots of other people." "Then why not us?" Katharine asked. Denham looked at her as she sat in her grandfather s arm-chair, d... | 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. He sat silent, holding the precious little book of poems uno... | "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, but we re middle class... | Night And Day |
she remarked. | No speaker | do anything worth doing nowadays,"<|quote|>she remarked.</|quote|>"You see" she tapped the | father s. "Nobody ever does do anything worth doing nowadays,"<|quote|>she remarked.</|quote|>"You see" she tapped the volume of her grandfather s | should explain himself, but at the same time she wished to annoy him, to waft him away from her on some light current of ridicule or satire, as she was wont to do with these intermittent young men of her father s. "Nobody ever does do anything worth doing nowadays,"<|quote|>she remarked.</|quote|>"You see" she tapped t... | myself." "Do you do anything yourself?" he demanded. "What do you mean?" she asked. "I don t leave the house at ten and come back at six." "I don t mean that." Mr. Denham had recovered his self-control; he spoke with a quietness which made Katharine rather anxious that he should explain himself, but at the same time sh... | he continued, a little stiffly, "but I suppose you have to show people round. You are writing a life of your grandfather, aren t you? And this kind of thing" he nodded towards the other room, where they could hear bursts of cultivated laughter "must take up a lot of time." She looked at him expectantly, as if between t... | I said," he replied, as if he were saying what he thought as accurately as he could. "No, but one never would like to be any one else." "I should. I should like to be lots of other people." "Then why not us?" Katharine asked. Denham looked at her as she sat in her grandfather s arm-chair, drawing her great-uncle s mala... | 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 him, th... | the limitations of her lot. So soon, so easily, would he be forgotten. "You ll never know anything at first hand," he began, almost savagely. "It s all been done for you. You ll never know the pleasure of buying things after saving up for them, or reading books for the first time, or making discoveries." "Go on," Katha... | Night And Day |
"You see" | Katharine Hilbery | worth doing nowadays," she remarked.<|quote|>"You see"</|quote|>she tapped the volume of | "Nobody ever does do anything worth doing nowadays," she remarked.<|quote|>"You see"</|quote|>she tapped the volume of her grandfather s poems "we | himself, but at the same time she wished to annoy him, to waft him away from her on some light current of ridicule or satire, as she was wont to do with these intermittent young men of her father s. "Nobody ever does do anything worth doing nowadays," she remarked.<|quote|>"You see"</|quote|>she tapped the volume of he... | you do anything yourself?" he demanded. "What do you mean?" she asked. "I don t leave the house at ten and come back at six." "I don t mean that." Mr. Denham had recovered his self-control; he spoke with a quietness which made Katharine rather anxious that he should explain himself, but at the same time she wished to a... | a little stiffly, "but I suppose you have to show people round. You are writing a life of your grandfather, aren t you? And this kind of thing" he nodded towards the other room, where they could hear bursts of cultivated laughter "must take up a lot of time." She looked at him expectantly, as if between them they were ... | he replied, as if he were saying what he thought as accurately as he could. "No, but one never would like to be any one else." "I should. I should like to be lots of other people." "Then why not us?" Katharine asked. Denham looked at her as she sat in her grandfather s arm-chair, drawing her great-uncle s malacca cane ... | 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 mel... | I should like to be lots of other people." "Then why not us?" Katharine asked. Denham looked at her as she sat in her grandfather s arm-chair, drawing her great-uncle s malacca cane smoothly through her fingers, while her background was made up equally of lustrous blue-and-white paint, and crimson books with gilt lines... | Night And Day |
she tapped the volume of her grandfather s poems | No speaker | nowadays," she remarked. "You see"<|quote|>she tapped the volume of her grandfather s poems</|quote|>"we don t even print | does do anything worth doing nowadays," she remarked. "You see"<|quote|>she tapped the volume of her grandfather s poems</|quote|>"we don t even print as well as they did, | at the same time she wished to annoy him, to waft him away from her on some light current of ridicule or satire, as she was wont to do with these intermittent young men of her father s. "Nobody ever does do anything worth doing nowadays," she remarked. "You see"<|quote|>she tapped the volume of her grandfather s poems<... | anything yourself?" he demanded. "What do you mean?" she asked. "I don t leave the house at ten and come back at six." "I don t mean that." Mr. Denham had recovered his self-control; he spoke with a quietness which made Katharine rather anxious that he should explain himself, but at the same time she wished to annoy hi... | stiffly, "but I suppose you have to show people round. You are writing a life of your grandfather, aren t you? And this kind of thing" he nodded towards the other room, where they could hear bursts of cultivated laughter "must take up a lot of time." She looked at him expectantly, as if between them they were decoratin... | as if he were saying what he thought as accurately as he could. "No, but one never would like to be any one else." "I should. I should like to be lots of other people." "Then why not us?" Katharine asked. Denham looked at her as she sat in her grandfather s arm-chair, drawing her great-uncle s malacca cane smoothly thr... | 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 melancholy or contemplat... | of other people." "Then why not us?" Katharine asked. Denham looked at her as she sat in her grandfather s arm-chair, drawing her great-uncle s malacca cane smoothly through her fingers, while her background was made up equally of lustrous blue-and-white paint, and crimson books with gilt lines on them. The vitality an... | Night And Day |
"we don t even print as well as they did, and as for poets or painters or novelists there are none; so, at any rate, I m not singular." | Katharine Hilbery | of her grandfather s poems<|quote|>"we don t even print as well as they did, and as for poets or painters or novelists there are none; so, at any rate, I m not singular."</|quote|>"No, we haven t any | see" she tapped the volume of her grandfather s poems<|quote|>"we don t even print as well as they did, and as for poets or painters or novelists there are none; so, at any rate, I m not singular."</|quote|>"No, we haven t any great men," Denham replied. "I | to waft him away from her on some light current of ridicule or satire, as she was wont to do with these intermittent young men of her father s. "Nobody ever does do anything worth doing nowadays," she remarked. "You see" she tapped the volume of her grandfather s poems<|quote|>"we don t even print as well as they did, ... | asked. "I don t leave the house at ten and come back at six." "I don t mean that." Mr. Denham had recovered his self-control; he spoke with a quietness which made Katharine rather anxious that he should explain himself, but at the same time she wished to annoy him, to waft him away from her on some light current of rid... | round. You are writing a life of your grandfather, aren t you? And this kind of thing" he nodded towards the other room, where they could hear bursts of cultivated laughter "must take up a lot of time." She looked at him expectantly, as if between them they were decorating a small figure of herself, and she saw him hes... | accurately as he could. "No, but one never would like to be any one else." "I should. I should like to be lots of other people." "Then why not us?" Katharine asked. Denham looked at her as she sat in her grandfather s arm-chair, drawing her great-uncle s malacca cane smoothly through her fingers, while her background w... | 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... | 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. "Merely middle class," Denham replied. "You p... | Night And Day |
"No, we haven t any great men," | Ralph Denham | rate, I m not singular."<|quote|>"No, we haven t any great men,"</|quote|>Denham replied. "I m very | are none; so, at any rate, I m not singular."<|quote|>"No, we haven t any great men,"</|quote|>Denham replied. "I m very glad that we haven t. | "Nobody ever does do anything worth doing nowadays," she remarked. "You see" she tapped the volume of her grandfather s poems "we don t even print as well as they did, and as for poets or painters or novelists there are none; so, at any rate, I m not singular."<|quote|>"No, we haven t any great men,"</|quote|>Denham re... | quietness which made Katharine rather anxious that he should explain himself, but at the same time she wished to annoy him, to waft him away from her on some light current of ridicule or satire, as she was wont to do with these intermittent young men of her father s. "Nobody ever does do anything worth doing nowadays,"... | cultivated laughter "must take up a lot of time." She looked at him expectantly, as if between them they were decorating a small figure of herself, and she saw him hesitating in the disposition of some bow or sash. "You ve got it very nearly right," she said, "but I only help my mother. I don t write myself." "Do you d... | us?" Katharine asked. Denham looked at her as she sat in her grandfather s arm-chair, drawing her great-uncle s malacca cane smoothly through her fingers, while her background was made up equally of lustrous blue-and-white paint, and crimson books with gilt lines on them. The vitality and composure of her attitude, as ... | 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 again, suddenly opening the little book of poems, as thou... | our family," said Denham. "You sound very dull," Katharine remarked, for the second time. "Merely middle class," Denham replied. "You pay your bills, and you speak the truth. I don t see why you should despise us." Mr. Denham carefully sheathed the sword which the Hilberys said belonged to Clive. "I shouldn t like to b... | Night And Day |
Denham replied. | No speaker | haven t any great men,"<|quote|>Denham replied.</|quote|>"I m very glad that | m not singular." "No, we haven t any great men,"<|quote|>Denham replied.</|quote|>"I m very glad that we haven t. I hate | nowadays," she remarked. "You see" she tapped the volume of her grandfather s poems "we don t even print as well as they did, and as for poets or painters or novelists there are none; so, at any rate, I m not singular." "No, we haven t any great men,"<|quote|>Denham replied.</|quote|>"I m very glad that we haven t. I h... | he should explain himself, but at the same time she wished to annoy him, to waft him away from her on some light current of ridicule or satire, as she was wont to do with these intermittent young men of her father s. "Nobody ever does do anything worth doing nowadays," she remarked. "You see" she tapped the volume of h... | of time." She looked at him expectantly, as if between them they were decorating a small figure of herself, and she saw him hesitating in the disposition of some bow or sash. "You ve got it very nearly right," she said, "but I only help my mother. I don t write myself." "Do you do anything yourself?" he demanded. "What... | as she sat in her grandfather s arm-chair, drawing her great-uncle s malacca cane smoothly through her fingers, while her background was made up equally of lustrous blue-and-white paint, and crimson books with gilt lines on them. The vitality and composure of her attitude, as of a bright-plumed bird poised easily befor... | 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 all that he meant to say or... | he paused, suddenly doubtful, when he heard his voice proclaiming aloud these facts, whether there was any truth in them. "Of course, I don t know how you spend your time," he continued, a little stiffly, "but I suppose you have to show people round. You are writing a life of your grandfather, aren t you? And this kind... | Night And Day |
"I m very glad that we haven t. I hate great men. The worship of greatness in the nineteenth century seems to me to explain the worthlessness of that generation." | Ralph Denham | any great men," Denham replied.<|quote|>"I m very glad that we haven t. I hate great men. The worship of greatness in the nineteenth century seems to me to explain the worthlessness of that generation."</|quote|>Katharine opened her lips and | singular." "No, we haven t any great men," Denham replied.<|quote|>"I m very glad that we haven t. I hate great men. The worship of greatness in the nineteenth century seems to me to explain the worthlessness of that generation."</|quote|>Katharine opened her lips and drew in her breath, as | remarked. "You see" she tapped the volume of her grandfather s poems "we don t even print as well as they did, and as for poets or painters or novelists there are none; so, at any rate, I m not singular." "No, we haven t any great men," Denham replied.<|quote|>"I m very glad that we haven t. I hate great men. The worsh... | explain himself, but at the same time she wished to annoy him, to waft him away from her on some light current of ridicule or satire, as she was wont to do with these intermittent young men of her father s. "Nobody ever does do anything worth doing nowadays," she remarked. "You see" she tapped the volume of her grandfa... | She looked at him expectantly, as if between them they were decorating a small figure of herself, and she saw him hesitating in the disposition of some bow or sash. "You ve got it very nearly right," she said, "but I only help my mother. I don t write myself." "Do you do anything yourself?" he demanded. "What do you me... | sat in her grandfather s arm-chair, drawing her great-uncle s malacca cane smoothly through her fingers, while her background was made up equally of lustrous blue-and-white paint, and crimson books with gilt lines on them. The vitality and composure of her attitude, as of a bright-plumed bird poised easily before furth... | 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 all that he meant to say or could, wit... | suppose you have to show people round. You are writing a life of your grandfather, aren t you? And this kind of thing" he nodded towards the other room, where they could hear bursts of cultivated laughter "must take up a lot of time." She looked at him expectantly, as if between them they were decorating a small figure... | Night And Day |
Katharine opened her lips and drew in her breath, as if to reply with equal vigor, when the shutting of a door in the next room withdrew her attention, and they both became conscious that the voices, which had been rising and falling round the tea-table, had fallen silent; the light, even, seemed to have sunk lower. A ... | No speaker | the worthlessness of that generation."<|quote|>Katharine opened her lips and drew in her breath, as if to reply with equal vigor, when the shutting of a door in the next room withdrew her attention, and they both became conscious that the voices, which had been rising and falling round the tea-table, had fallen silent;... | seems to me to explain the worthlessness of that generation."<|quote|>Katharine opened her lips and drew in her breath, as if to reply with equal vigor, when the shutting of a door in the next room withdrew her attention, and they both became conscious that the voices, which had been rising and falling round the tea-ta... | there are none; so, at any rate, I m not singular." "No, we haven t any great men," Denham replied. "I m very glad that we haven t. I hate great men. The worship of greatness in the nineteenth century seems to me to explain the worthlessness of that generation."<|quote|>Katharine opened her lips and drew in her breath,... | to do with these intermittent young men of her father s. "Nobody ever does do anything worth doing nowadays," she remarked. "You see" she tapped the volume of her grandfather s poems "we don t even print as well as they did, and as for poets or painters or novelists there are none; so, at any rate, I m not singular." "... | "You ve got it very nearly right," she said, "but I only help my mother. I don t write myself." "Do you do anything yourself?" he demanded. "What do you mean?" she asked. "I don t leave the house at ten and come back at six." "I don t mean that." Mr. Denham had recovered his self-control; he spoke with a quietness whic... | with gilt lines on them. The vitality and composure of her attitude, as of a bright-plumed bird poised easily before further flights, roused him to show her the limitations of her lot. So soon, so easily, would he be forgotten. "You ll never know anything at first hand," he began, almost savagely. "It s all been done f... | 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 ... | 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. "Merely middle class," Denham replied. "You pay your bills, and you speak the truth. I don t see why you should despise us." Mr. Denha... | Night And Day |
"Well," | Mrs. Hilbery | spaces of a younger world.<|quote|>"Well,"</|quote|>she said, "how do you | the fresh airs and open spaces of a younger world.<|quote|>"Well,"</|quote|>she said, "how do you like our things, Mr. Denham?" | destroyed her trustfulness, and she was clearly still prepared to give every one any number of fresh chances and the whole system the benefit of the doubt. She wore a great resemblance to her father, and suggested, as he did, the fresh airs and open spaces of a younger world.<|quote|>"Well,"</|quote|>she said, "how do ... | an entire confidence that it could do so, if it would only take the pains. Certain lines on the broad forehead and about the lips might be taken to suggest that she had known moments of some difficulty and perplexity in the course of her career, but these had not destroyed her trustfulness, and she was clearly still pr... | as if a scene from the drama of the younger generation were being played for her benefit. She was a remarkable-looking woman, well advanced in the sixties, but owing to the lightness of her frame and the brightness of her eyes she seemed to have been wafted over the surface of the years without taking much harm in the ... | to waft him away from her on some light current of ridicule or satire, as she was wont to do with these intermittent young men of her father s. "Nobody ever does do anything worth doing nowadays," she remarked. "You see" she tapped the volume of her grandfather s poems "we don t even print as well as they did, and as f... | and you speak the truth. I don t see why you should despise us." Mr. Denham carefully sheathed the sword which the Hilberys said belonged to Clive. "I shouldn t like to be you; that s all I said," he replied, as if he were saying what he thought as accurately as he could. "No, but one never would like to be any one els... | mean that." Mr. Denham had recovered his self-control; he spoke with a quietness which made Katharine rather anxious that he should explain himself, but at the same time she wished to annoy him, to waft him away from her on some light current of ridicule or satire, as she was wont to do with these intermittent young me... | Night And Day |
she said, | No speaker | of a younger world. "Well,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"how do you like our | fresh airs and open spaces of a younger world. "Well,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"how do you like our things, Mr. Denham?" Mr. Denham | her trustfulness, and she was clearly still prepared to give every one any number of fresh chances and the whole system the benefit of the doubt. She wore a great resemblance to her father, and suggested, as he did, the fresh airs and open spaces of a younger world. "Well,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"how do you like o... | entire confidence that it could do so, if it would only take the pains. Certain lines on the broad forehead and about the lips might be taken to suggest that she had known moments of some difficulty and perplexity in the course of her career, but these had not destroyed her trustfulness, and she was clearly still prepa... | if a scene from the drama of the younger generation were being played for her benefit. She was a remarkable-looking woman, well advanced in the sixties, but owing to the lightness of her frame and the brightness of her eyes she seemed to have been wafted over the surface of the years without taking much harm in the pas... | waft him away from her on some light current of ridicule or satire, as she was wont to do with these intermittent young men of her father s. "Nobody ever does do anything worth doing nowadays," she remarked. "You see" she tapped the volume of her grandfather s poems "we don t even print as well as they did, and as for ... | you speak the truth. I don t see why you should despise us." Mr. Denham carefully sheathed the sword which the Hilberys said belonged to Clive. "I shouldn t like to be you; that s all I said," he replied, as if he were saying what he thought as accurately as he could. "No, but one never would like to be any one else." ... | do anything yourself?" he demanded. "What do you mean?" she asked. "I don t leave the house at ten and come back at six." "I don t mean that." Mr. Denham had recovered his self-control; he spoke with a quietness which made Katharine rather anxious that he should explain himself, but at the same time she wished to annoy... | Night And Day |
"how do you like our things, Mr. Denham?" | Mrs. Hilbery | younger world. "Well," she said,<|quote|>"how do you like our things, Mr. Denham?"</|quote|>Mr. Denham rose, put his | and open spaces of a younger world. "Well," she said,<|quote|>"how do you like our things, Mr. Denham?"</|quote|>Mr. Denham rose, put his book down, opened his mouth, | and she was clearly still prepared to give every one any number of fresh chances and the whole system the benefit of the doubt. She wore a great resemblance to her father, and suggested, as he did, the fresh airs and open spaces of a younger world. "Well," she said,<|quote|>"how do you like our things, Mr. Denham?"</|q... | that it could do so, if it would only take the pains. Certain lines on the broad forehead and about the lips might be taken to suggest that she had known moments of some difficulty and perplexity in the course of her career, but these had not destroyed her trustfulness, and she was clearly still prepared to give every ... | scene from the drama of the younger generation were being played for her benefit. She was a remarkable-looking woman, well advanced in the sixties, but owing to the lightness of her frame and the brightness of her eyes she seemed to have been wafted over the surface of the years without taking much harm in the passage.... | away from her on some light current of ridicule or satire, as she was wont to do with these intermittent young men of her father s. "Nobody ever does do anything worth doing nowadays," she remarked. "You see" she tapped the volume of her grandfather s poems "we don t even print as well as they did, and as for poets or ... | the truth. I don t see why you should despise us." Mr. Denham carefully sheathed the sword which the Hilberys said belonged to Clive. "I shouldn t like to be you; that s all I said," he replied, as if he were saying what he thought as accurately as he could. "No, but one never would like to be any one else." "I should.... | intermittent young men of her father s. "Nobody ever does do anything worth doing nowadays," she remarked. "You see" she tapped the volume of her grandfather s poems "we don t even print as well as they did, and as for poets or painters or novelists there are none; so, at any rate, I m not singular." "No, we haven t an... | Night And Day |
Mr. Denham rose, put his book down, opened his mouth, but said nothing, as Katharine observed, with some amusement. Mrs. Hilbery handled the book he had laid down. | No speaker | like our things, Mr. Denham?"<|quote|>Mr. Denham rose, put his book down, opened his mouth, but said nothing, as Katharine observed, with some amusement. Mrs. Hilbery handled the book he had laid down.</|quote|>"There are some books that | she said, "how do you like our things, Mr. Denham?"<|quote|>Mr. Denham rose, put his book down, opened his mouth, but said nothing, as Katharine observed, with some amusement. Mrs. Hilbery handled the book he had laid down.</|quote|>"There are some books that _live_," she mused. "They are | every one any number of fresh chances and the whole system the benefit of the doubt. She wore a great resemblance to her father, and suggested, as he did, the fresh airs and open spaces of a younger world. "Well," she said, "how do you like our things, Mr. Denham?"<|quote|>Mr. Denham rose, put his book down, opened his... | only take the pains. Certain lines on the broad forehead and about the lips might be taken to suggest that she had known moments of some difficulty and perplexity in the course of her career, but these had not destroyed her trustfulness, and she was clearly still prepared to give every one any number of fresh chances a... | were being played for her benefit. She was a remarkable-looking woman, well advanced in the sixties, but owing to the lightness of her frame and the brightness of her eyes she seemed to have been wafted over the surface of the years without taking much harm in the passage. Her face was shrunken and aquiline, but any hi... | ridicule or satire, as she was wont to do with these intermittent young men of her father s. "Nobody ever does do anything worth doing nowadays," she remarked. "You see" she tapped the volume of her grandfather s poems "we don t even print as well as they did, and as for poets or painters or novelists there are none; s... | should despise us." Mr. Denham carefully sheathed the sword which the Hilberys said belonged to Clive. "I shouldn t like to be you; that s all I said," he replied, as if he were saying what he thought as accurately as he could. "No, but one never would like to be any one else." "I should. I should like to be lots of ot... | of expectancy on her face, as if a scene from the drama of the younger generation were being played for her benefit. She was a remarkable-looking woman, well advanced in the sixties, but owing to the lightness of her frame and the brightness of her eyes she seemed to have been wafted over the surface of the years witho... | Night And Day |
"There are some books that _live_," | Mrs. Hilbery | book he had laid down.<|quote|>"There are some books that _live_,"</|quote|>she mused. "They are young | amusement. Mrs. Hilbery handled the book he had laid down.<|quote|>"There are some books that _live_,"</|quote|>she mused. "They are young with us, and they grow | did, the fresh airs and open spaces of a younger world. "Well," she said, "how do you like our things, Mr. Denham?" Mr. Denham rose, put his book down, opened his mouth, but said nothing, as Katharine observed, with some amusement. Mrs. Hilbery handled the book he had laid down.<|quote|>"There are some books that _live... | perplexity in the course of her career, but these had not destroyed her trustfulness, and she was clearly still prepared to give every one any number of fresh chances and the whole system the benefit of the doubt. She wore a great resemblance to her father, and suggested, as he did, the fresh airs and open spaces of a ... | her eyes she seemed to have been wafted over the surface of the years without taking much harm in the passage. Her face was shrunken and aquiline, but any hint of sharpness was dispelled by the large blue eyes, at once sagacious and innocent, which seemed to regard the world with an enormous desire that it should behav... | "You see" she tapped the volume of her grandfather s poems "we don t even print as well as they did, and as for poets or painters or novelists there are none; so, at any rate, I m not singular." "No, we haven t any great men," Denham replied. "I m very glad that we haven t. I hate great men. The worship of greatness in... | he replied, as if he were saying what he thought as accurately as he could. "No, but one never would like to be any one else." "I should. I should like to be lots of other people." "Then why not us?" Katharine asked. Denham looked at her as she sat in her grandfather s arm-chair, drawing her great-uncle s malacca cane ... | to have sunk lower. A moment later Mrs. Hilbery appeared in the doorway of the ante-room. She stood looking at them with a smile of expectancy on her face, as if a scene from the drama of the younger generation were being played for her benefit. She was a remarkable-looking woman, well advanced in the sixties, but owin... | Night And Day |
she mused. | No speaker | are some books that _live_,"<|quote|>she mused.</|quote|>"They are young with us, | he had laid down. "There are some books that _live_,"<|quote|>she mused.</|quote|>"They are young with us, and they grow old with | spaces of a younger world. "Well," she said, "how do you like our things, Mr. Denham?" Mr. Denham rose, put his book down, opened his mouth, but said nothing, as Katharine observed, with some amusement. Mrs. Hilbery handled the book he had laid down. "There are some books that _live_,"<|quote|>she mused.</|quote|>"They... | career, but these had not destroyed her trustfulness, and she was clearly still prepared to give every one any number of fresh chances and the whole system the benefit of the doubt. She wore a great resemblance to her father, and suggested, as he did, the fresh airs and open spaces of a younger world. "Well," she said,... | been wafted over the surface of the years without taking much harm in the passage. Her face was shrunken and aquiline, but any hint of sharpness was dispelled by the large blue eyes, at once sagacious and innocent, which seemed to regard the world with an enormous desire that it should behave itself nobly, and an entir... | of her grandfather s poems "we don t even print as well as they did, and as for poets or painters or novelists there are none; so, at any rate, I m not singular." "No, we haven t any great men," Denham replied. "I m very glad that we haven t. I hate great men. The worship of greatness in the nineteenth century seems to... | saying what he thought as accurately as he could. "No, but one never would like to be any one else." "I should. I should like to be lots of other people." "Then why not us?" Katharine asked. Denham looked at her as she sat in her grandfather s arm-chair, drawing her great-uncle s malacca cane smoothly through her finge... | father s. "Nobody ever does do anything worth doing nowadays," she remarked. "You see" she tapped the volume of her grandfather s poems "we don t even print as well as they did, and as for poets or painters or novelists there are none; so, at any rate, I m not singular." "No, we haven t any great men," Denham replied. ... | Night And Day |
"They are young with us, and they grow old with us. Are you fond of poetry, Mr. Denham? But what an absurd question to ask! The truth is, dear Mr. Fortescue has almost tired me out. He is so eloquent and so witty, so searching and so profound that, after half an hour or so, I feel inclined to turn out all the lights. B... | Mrs. Hilbery | books that _live_," she mused.<|quote|>"They are young with us, and they grow old with us. Are you fond of poetry, Mr. Denham? But what an absurd question to ask! The truth is, dear Mr. Fortescue has almost tired me out. He is so eloquent and so witty, so searching and so profound that, after half an hour or so, I feel... | laid down. "There are some books that _live_," she mused.<|quote|>"They are young with us, and they grow old with us. Are you fond of poetry, Mr. Denham? But what an absurd question to ask! The truth is, dear Mr. Fortescue has almost tired me out. He is so eloquent and so witty, so searching and so profound that, after... | a younger world. "Well," she said, "how do you like our things, Mr. Denham?" Mr. Denham rose, put his book down, opened his mouth, but said nothing, as Katharine observed, with some amusement. Mrs. Hilbery handled the book he had laid down. "There are some books that _live_," she mused.<|quote|>"They are young with us,... | these had not destroyed her trustfulness, and she was clearly still prepared to give every one any number of fresh chances and the whole system the benefit of the doubt. She wore a great resemblance to her father, and suggested, as he did, the fresh airs and open spaces of a younger world. "Well," she said, "how do you... | over the surface of the years without taking much harm in the passage. Her face was shrunken and aquiline, but any hint of sharpness was dispelled by the large blue eyes, at once sagacious and innocent, which seemed to regard the world with an enormous desire that it should behave itself nobly, and an entire confidence... | grandfather s poems "we don t even print as well as they did, and as for poets or painters or novelists there are none; so, at any rate, I m not singular." "No, we haven t any great men," Denham replied. "I m very glad that we haven t. I hate great men. The worship of greatness in the nineteenth century seems to me to ... | he thought as accurately as he could. "No, but one never would like to be any one else." "I should. I should like to be lots of other people." "Then why not us?" Katharine asked. Denham looked at her as she sat in her grandfather s arm-chair, drawing her great-uncle s malacca cane smoothly through her fingers, while he... | worship of greatness in the nineteenth century seems to me to explain the worthlessness of that generation." Katharine opened her lips and drew in her breath, as if to reply with equal vigor, when the shutting of a door in the next room withdrew her attention, and they both became conscious that the voices, which had b... | Night And Day |
Here Mr. Denham held out his hand. | No speaker | bright rooms for the bores...."<|quote|>Here Mr. Denham held out his hand.</|quote|>"But we ve any number | There d have to be bright rooms for the bores...."<|quote|>Here Mr. Denham held out his hand.</|quote|>"But we ve any number of things to show you!" | half an hour or so, I feel inclined to turn out all the lights. But perhaps he d be more wonderful than ever in the dark. What d you think, Katharine? Shall we give a little party in complete darkness? There d have to be bright rooms for the bores...."<|quote|>Here Mr. Denham held out his hand.</|quote|>"But we ve any ... | "They are young with us, and they grow old with us. Are you fond of poetry, Mr. Denham? But what an absurd question to ask! The truth is, dear Mr. Fortescue has almost tired me out. He is so eloquent and so witty, so searching and so profound that, after half an hour or so, I feel inclined to turn out all the lights. B... | these had not destroyed her trustfulness, and she was clearly still prepared to give every one any number of fresh chances and the whole system the benefit of the doubt. She wore a great resemblance to her father, and suggested, as he did, the fresh airs and open spaces of a younger world. "Well," she said, "how do you... | and they both became conscious that the voices, which had been rising and falling round the tea-table, had fallen silent; the light, even, seemed to have sunk lower. A moment later Mrs. Hilbery appeared in the doorway of the ante-room. She stood looking at them with a smile of expectancy on her face, as if a scene from... | of her lot. So soon, so easily, would he be forgotten. "You ll never know anything at first hand," he began, almost savagely. "It s all been done for you. You ll never know the pleasure of buying things after saving up for them, or reading books for the first time, or making discoveries." "Go on," Katharine observed, a... | s. "Nobody ever does do anything worth doing nowadays," she remarked. "You see" she tapped the volume of her grandfather s poems "we don t even print as well as they did, and as for poets or painters or novelists there are none; so, at any rate, I m not singular." "No, we haven t any great men," Denham replied. "I m ve... | Night And Day |
"But we ve any number of things to show you!" | Mrs. Hilbery | Denham held out his hand.<|quote|>"But we ve any number of things to show you!"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, taking no | for the bores...." Here Mr. Denham held out his hand.<|quote|>"But we ve any number of things to show you!"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, taking no notice of it. "Books, pictures, | inclined to turn out all the lights. But perhaps he d be more wonderful than ever in the dark. What d you think, Katharine? Shall we give a little party in complete darkness? There d have to be bright rooms for the bores...." Here Mr. Denham held out his hand.<|quote|>"But we ve any number of things to show you!"</|quo... | grow old with us. Are you fond of poetry, Mr. Denham? But what an absurd question to ask! The truth is, dear Mr. Fortescue has almost tired me out. He is so eloquent and so witty, so searching and so profound that, after half an hour or so, I feel inclined to turn out all the lights. But perhaps he d be more wonderful ... | she was clearly still prepared to give every one any number of fresh chances and the whole system the benefit of the doubt. She wore a great resemblance to her father, and suggested, as he did, the fresh airs and open spaces of a younger world. "Well," she said, "how do you like our things, Mr. Denham?" Mr. Denham rose... | voices, which had been rising and falling round the tea-table, had fallen silent; the light, even, seemed to have sunk lower. A moment later Mrs. Hilbery appeared in the doorway of the ante-room. She stood looking at them with a smile of expectancy on her face, as if a scene from the drama of the younger generation wer... | would he be forgotten. "You ll never know anything at first hand," he began, almost savagely. "It s all been done for you. You ll never know the pleasure of buying things after saving up for them, or reading books for the first time, or making discoveries." "Go on," Katharine observed, as he paused, suddenly doubtful, ... | career, but these had not destroyed her trustfulness, and she was clearly still prepared to give every one any number of fresh chances and the whole system the benefit of the doubt. She wore a great resemblance to her father, and suggested, as he did, the fresh airs and open spaces of a younger world. "Well," she said,... | Night And Day |
Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, taking no notice of it. | No speaker | of things to show you!"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, taking no notice of it.</|quote|>"Books, pictures, china, manuscripts, and | "But we ve any number of things to show you!"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, taking no notice of it.</|quote|>"Books, pictures, china, manuscripts, and the very chair that Mary | d be more wonderful than ever in the dark. What d you think, Katharine? Shall we give a little party in complete darkness? There d have to be bright rooms for the bores...." Here Mr. Denham held out his hand. "But we ve any number of things to show you!"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, taking no notice of it.</|quote|>... | Denham? But what an absurd question to ask! The truth is, dear Mr. Fortescue has almost tired me out. He is so eloquent and so witty, so searching and so profound that, after half an hour or so, I feel inclined to turn out all the lights. But perhaps he d be more wonderful than ever in the dark. What d you think, Katha... | number of fresh chances and the whole system the benefit of the doubt. She wore a great resemblance to her father, and suggested, as he did, the fresh airs and open spaces of a younger world. "Well," she said, "how do you like our things, Mr. Denham?" Mr. Denham rose, put his book down, opened his mouth, but said nothi... | had fallen silent; the light, even, seemed to have sunk lower. A moment later Mrs. Hilbery appeared in the doorway of the ante-room. She stood looking at them with a smile of expectancy on her face, as if a scene from the drama of the younger generation were being played for her benefit. She was a remarkable-looking wo... | first hand," he began, almost savagely. "It s all been done for you. You ll never know the pleasure of buying things after saving up for them, or reading books for the first time, or making discoveries." "Go on," Katharine observed, as he paused, suddenly doubtful, when he heard his voice proclaiming aloud these facts,... | to the lightness of her frame and the brightness of her eyes she seemed to have been wafted over the surface of the years without taking much harm in the passage. Her face was shrunken and aquiline, but any hint of sharpness was dispelled by the large blue eyes, at once sagacious and innocent, which seemed to regard th... | Night And Day |
"Books, pictures, china, manuscripts, and the very chair that Mary Queen of Scots sat in when she heard of Darnley s murder. I must lie down for a little, and Katharine must change her dress (though she s wearing a very pretty one), but if you don t mind being left alone, supper will be at eight. I dare say you ll writ... | Mrs. Hilbery | taking no notice of it.<|quote|>"Books, pictures, china, manuscripts, and the very chair that Mary Queen of Scots sat in when she heard of Darnley s murder. I must lie down for a little, and Katharine must change her dress (though she s wearing a very pretty one), but if you don t mind being left alone, supper will be ... | show you!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, taking no notice of it.<|quote|>"Books, pictures, china, manuscripts, and the very chair that Mary Queen of Scots sat in when she heard of Darnley s murder. I must lie down for a little, and Katharine must change her dress (though she s wearing a very pretty one), but if you don t min... | dark. What d you think, Katharine? Shall we give a little party in complete darkness? There d have to be bright rooms for the bores...." Here Mr. Denham held out his hand. "But we ve any number of things to show you!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, taking no notice of it.<|quote|>"Books, pictures, china, manuscripts, and the ... | The truth is, dear Mr. Fortescue has almost tired me out. He is so eloquent and so witty, so searching and so profound that, after half an hour or so, I feel inclined to turn out all the lights. But perhaps he d be more wonderful than ever in the dark. What d you think, Katharine? Shall we give a little party in comple... | the benefit of the doubt. She wore a great resemblance to her father, and suggested, as he did, the fresh airs and open spaces of a younger world. "Well," she said, "how do you like our things, Mr. Denham?" Mr. Denham rose, put his book down, opened his mouth, but said nothing, as Katharine observed, with some amusemen... | have sunk lower. A moment later Mrs. Hilbery appeared in the doorway of the ante-room. She stood looking at them with a smile of expectancy on her face, as if a scene from the drama of the younger generation were being played for her benefit. She was a remarkable-looking woman, well advanced in the sixties, but owing t... | all been done for you. You ll never know the pleasure of buying things after saving up for them, or reading books for the first time, or making discoveries." "Go on," Katharine observed, as he paused, suddenly doubtful, when he heard his voice proclaiming aloud these facts, whether there was any truth in them. "Of cour... | sagacious and innocent, which seemed to regard the world with an enormous desire that it should behave itself nobly, and an entire confidence that it could do so, if it would only take the pains. Certain lines on the broad forehead and about the lips might be taken to suggest that she had known moments of some difficul... | Night And Day |
She stepped back and bade them contemplate the empty drawing-room, with its rich, irregular lights, as the flames leapt and wavered. | No speaker | t our room look charming?"<|quote|>She stepped back and bade them contemplate the empty drawing-room, with its rich, irregular lights, as the flames leapt and wavered.</|quote|>"Dear things!" she exclaimed. "Dear | I love the firelight! Doesn t our room look charming?"<|quote|>She stepped back and bade them contemplate the empty drawing-room, with its rich, irregular lights, as the flames leapt and wavered.</|quote|>"Dear things!" she exclaimed. "Dear chairs and tables! How like | dress (though she s wearing a very pretty one), but if you don t mind being left alone, supper will be at eight. I dare say you ll write a poem of your own while you re waiting. Ah, how I love the firelight! Doesn t our room look charming?"<|quote|>She stepped back and bade them contemplate the empty drawing-room, with... | ve any number of things to show you!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, taking no notice of it. "Books, pictures, china, manuscripts, and the very chair that Mary Queen of Scots sat in when she heard of Darnley s murder. I must lie down for a little, and Katharine must change her dress (though she s wearing a very pretty one), b... | with us. Are you fond of poetry, Mr. Denham? But what an absurd question to ask! The truth is, dear Mr. Fortescue has almost tired me out. He is so eloquent and so witty, so searching and so profound that, after half an hour or so, I feel inclined to turn out all the lights. But perhaps he d be more wonderful than ever... | harm in the passage. Her face was shrunken and aquiline, but any hint of sharpness was dispelled by the large blue eyes, at once sagacious and innocent, which seemed to regard the world with an enormous desire that it should behave itself nobly, and an entire confidence that it could do so, if it would only take the pa... | of your grandfather, aren t you? And this kind of thing" he nodded towards the other room, where they could hear bursts of cultivated laughter "must take up a lot of time." She looked at him expectantly, as if between them they were decorating a small figure of herself, and she saw him hesitating in the disposition of ... | any number of fresh chances and the whole system the benefit of the doubt. She wore a great resemblance to her father, and suggested, as he did, the fresh airs and open spaces of a younger world. "Well," she said, "how do you like our things, Mr. Denham?" Mr. Denham rose, put his book down, opened his mouth, but said n... | Night And Day |
"Dear things!" | Mrs. Hilbery | the flames leapt and wavered.<|quote|>"Dear things!"</|quote|>she exclaimed. "Dear chairs and | its rich, irregular lights, as the flames leapt and wavered.<|quote|>"Dear things!"</|quote|>she exclaimed. "Dear chairs and tables! How like old friends | at eight. I dare say you ll write a poem of your own while you re waiting. Ah, how I love the firelight! Doesn t our room look charming?" She stepped back and bade them contemplate the empty drawing-room, with its rich, irregular lights, as the flames leapt and wavered.<|quote|>"Dear things!"</|quote|>she exclaimed. "D... | the very chair that Mary Queen of Scots sat in when she heard of Darnley s murder. I must lie down for a little, and Katharine must change her dress (though she s wearing a very pretty one), but if you don t mind being left alone, supper will be at eight. I dare say you ll write a poem of your own while you re waiting.... | Fortescue has almost tired me out. He is so eloquent and so witty, so searching and so profound that, after half an hour or so, I feel inclined to turn out all the lights. But perhaps he d be more wonderful than ever in the dark. What d you think, Katharine? Shall we give a little party in complete darkness? There d ha... | eyes, at once sagacious and innocent, which seemed to regard the world with an enormous desire that it should behave itself nobly, and an entire confidence that it could do so, if it would only take the pains. Certain lines on the broad forehead and about the lips might be taken to suggest that she had known moments of... | bursts of cultivated laughter "must take up a lot of time." She looked at him expectantly, as if between them they were decorating a small figure of herself, and she saw him hesitating in the disposition of some bow or sash. "You ve got it very nearly right," she said, "but I only help my mother. I don t write myself."... | ask! The truth is, dear Mr. Fortescue has almost tired me out. He is so eloquent and so witty, so searching and so profound that, after half an hour or so, I feel inclined to turn out all the lights. But perhaps he d be more wonderful than ever in the dark. What d you think, Katharine? Shall we give a little party in c... | Night And Day |
she exclaimed. | No speaker | leapt and wavered. "Dear things!"<|quote|>she exclaimed.</|quote|>"Dear chairs and tables! How | irregular lights, as the flames leapt and wavered. "Dear things!"<|quote|>she exclaimed.</|quote|>"Dear chairs and tables! How like old friends they are | I dare say you ll write a poem of your own while you re waiting. Ah, how I love the firelight! Doesn t our room look charming?" She stepped back and bade them contemplate the empty drawing-room, with its rich, irregular lights, as the flames leapt and wavered. "Dear things!"<|quote|>she exclaimed.</|quote|>"Dear chairs... | chair that Mary Queen of Scots sat in when she heard of Darnley s murder. I must lie down for a little, and Katharine must change her dress (though she s wearing a very pretty one), but if you don t mind being left alone, supper will be at eight. I dare say you ll write a poem of your own while you re waiting. Ah, how ... | almost tired me out. He is so eloquent and so witty, so searching and so profound that, after half an hour or so, I feel inclined to turn out all the lights. But perhaps he d be more wonderful than ever in the dark. What d you think, Katharine? Shall we give a little party in complete darkness? There d have to be brigh... | once sagacious and innocent, which seemed to regard the world with an enormous desire that it should behave itself nobly, and an entire confidence that it could do so, if it would only take the pains. Certain lines on the broad forehead and about the lips might be taken to suggest that she had known moments of some dif... | cultivated laughter "must take up a lot of time." She looked at him expectantly, as if between them they were decorating a small figure of herself, and she saw him hesitating in the disposition of some bow or sash. "You ve got it very nearly right," she said, "but I only help my mother. I don t write myself." "Do you d... | enormous desire that it should behave itself nobly, and an entire confidence that it could do so, if it would only take the pains. Certain lines on the broad forehead and about the lips might be taken to suggest that she had known moments of some difficulty and perplexity in the course of her career, but these had not ... | Night And Day |
"Dear chairs and tables! How like old friends they are faithful, silent friends. Which reminds me, Katharine, little Mr. Anning is coming to-night, and Tite Street, and Cadogan Square.... Do remember to get that drawing of your great-uncle glazed. Aunt Millicent remarked it last time she was here, and I know how it wou... | Mrs. Hilbery | wavered. "Dear things!" she exclaimed.<|quote|>"Dear chairs and tables! How like old friends they are faithful, silent friends. Which reminds me, Katharine, little Mr. Anning is coming to-night, and Tite Street, and Cadogan Square.... Do remember to get that drawing of your great-uncle glazed. Aunt Millicent remarked i... | as the flames leapt and wavered. "Dear things!" she exclaimed.<|quote|>"Dear chairs and tables! How like old friends they are faithful, silent friends. Which reminds me, Katharine, little Mr. Anning is coming to-night, and Tite Street, and Cadogan Square.... Do remember to get that drawing of your great-uncle glazed. A... | say you ll write a poem of your own while you re waiting. Ah, how I love the firelight! Doesn t our room look charming?" She stepped back and bade them contemplate the empty drawing-room, with its rich, irregular lights, as the flames leapt and wavered. "Dear things!" she exclaimed.<|quote|>"Dear chairs and tables! How... | Mary Queen of Scots sat in when she heard of Darnley s murder. I must lie down for a little, and Katharine must change her dress (though she s wearing a very pretty one), but if you don t mind being left alone, supper will be at eight. I dare say you ll write a poem of your own while you re waiting. Ah, how I love the ... | me out. He is so eloquent and so witty, so searching and so profound that, after half an hour or so, I feel inclined to turn out all the lights. But perhaps he d be more wonderful than ever in the dark. What d you think, Katharine? Shall we give a little party in complete darkness? There d have to be bright rooms for t... | and innocent, which seemed to regard the world with an enormous desire that it should behave itself nobly, and an entire confidence that it could do so, if it would only take the pains. Certain lines on the broad forehead and about the lips might be taken to suggest that she had known moments of some difficulty and per... | "must take up a lot of time." She looked at him expectantly, as if between them they were decorating a small figure of herself, and she saw him hesitating in the disposition of some bow or sash. "You ve got it very nearly right," she said, "but I only help my mother. I don t write myself." "Do you do anything yourself?... | the broad forehead and about the lips might be taken to suggest that she had known moments of some difficulty and perplexity in the course of her career, but these had not destroyed her trustfulness, and she was clearly still prepared to give every one any number of fresh chances and the whole system the benefit of the... | Night And Day |
It was like tearing through a maze of diamond-glittering spiders webs to say good-bye and escape, for at each movement Mrs. Hilbery remembered something further about the villainies of picture-framers or the delights of poetry, and at one time it seemed to the young man that he would be hypnotized into doing what she p... | No speaker | father in a broken glass."<|quote|>It was like tearing through a maze of diamond-glittering spiders webs to say good-bye and escape, for at each movement Mrs. Hilbery remembered something further about the villainies of picture-framers or the delights of poetry, and at one time it seemed to the young man that he would ... | hurt me to see _my_ father in a broken glass."<|quote|>It was like tearing through a maze of diamond-glittering spiders webs to say good-bye and escape, for at each movement Mrs. Hilbery remembered something further about the villainies of picture-framers or the delights of poetry, and at one time it seemed to the youn... | reminds me, Katharine, little Mr. Anning is coming to-night, and Tite Street, and Cadogan Square.... Do remember to get that drawing of your great-uncle glazed. Aunt Millicent remarked it last time she was here, and I know how it would hurt me to see _my_ father in a broken glass."<|quote|>It was like tearing through a... | how I love the firelight! Doesn t our room look charming?" She stepped back and bade them contemplate the empty drawing-room, with its rich, irregular lights, as the flames leapt and wavered. "Dear things!" she exclaimed. "Dear chairs and tables! How like old friends they are faithful, silent friends. Which reminds me,... | the bores...." Here Mr. Denham held out his hand. "But we ve any number of things to show you!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, taking no notice of it. "Books, pictures, china, manuscripts, and the very chair that Mary Queen of Scots sat in when she heard of Darnley s murder. I must lie down for a little, and Katharine must ch... | career, but these had not destroyed her trustfulness, and she was clearly still prepared to give every one any number of fresh chances and the whole system the benefit of the doubt. She wore a great resemblance to her father, and suggested, as he did, the fresh airs and open spaces of a younger world. "Well," she said,... | "What do you mean?" she asked. "I don t leave the house at ten and come back at six." "I don t mean that." Mr. Denham had recovered his self-control; he spoke with a quietness which made Katharine rather anxious that he should explain himself, but at the same time she wished to annoy him, to waft him away from her on s... | rose, put his book down, opened his mouth, but said nothing, as Katharine observed, with some amusement. Mrs. Hilbery handled the book he had laid down. "There are some books that _live_," she mused. "They are young with us, and they grow old with us. Are you fond of poetry, Mr. Denham? But what an absurd question to a... | Night And Day |
"She ll do.... Yes, Katharine Hilbery ll do.... I ll take Katharine Hilbery." | Ralph Denham | led him to murmur aloud:<|quote|>"She ll do.... Yes, Katharine Hilbery ll do.... I ll take Katharine Hilbery."</|quote|>As soon as he had | prospect within his mind, and led him to murmur aloud:<|quote|>"She ll do.... Yes, Katharine Hilbery ll do.... I ll take Katharine Hilbery."</|quote|>As soon as he had said this, his pace slackened, | and sayings, he had consciously taken leave of the literal truth. A turn of the street, a firelit room, something monumental in the procession of the lamp-posts, who shall say what accident of light or shape had suddenly changed the prospect within his mind, and led him to murmur aloud:<|quote|>"She ll do.... Yes, Kath... | decided that he might still indulge himself in darkness, and walked straight on. And yet the thought was the thought with which he had started. He was still thinking about the people in the house which he had left; but instead of remembering, with whatever accuracy he could, their looks and sayings, he had consciously ... | underwent a curious change. His speed slackened, his head sank a little towards his breast, and the lamplight shone now and again upon a face grown strangely tranquil. His thought was so absorbing that when it became necessary to verify the name of a street, he looked at it for a time before he read it; when he came to... | that afternoon, and walked up the street at a great pace, cutting the air with his walking-stick. He was glad to find himself outside that drawing-room, breathing raw fog, and in contact with unpolished people who only wanted their share of the pavement allowed them. He thought that if he had had Mr. or Mrs. or Miss Hi... | Denham? But what an absurd question to ask! The truth is, dear Mr. Fortescue has almost tired me out. He is so eloquent and so witty, so searching and so profound that, after half an hour or so, I feel inclined to turn out all the lights. But perhaps he d be more wonderful than ever in the dark. What d you think, Katha... | tried to recall the actual words of his little outburst, and unconsciously supplemented them by so many words of greater expressiveness that the irritation of his failure was somewhat assuaged. Sudden stabs of the unmitigated truth assailed him now and then, for he was not inclined by nature to take a rosy view of his ... | Night And Day |
As soon as he had said this, his pace slackened, his head fell, his eyes became fixed. The desire to justify himself, which had been so urgent, ceased to torment him, and, as if released from constraint, so that they worked without friction or bidding, his faculties leapt forward and fixed, as a matter of course, upon ... | No speaker | I ll take Katharine Hilbery."<|quote|>As soon as he had said this, his pace slackened, his head fell, his eyes became fixed. The desire to justify himself, which had been so urgent, ceased to torment him, and, as if released from constraint, so that they worked without friction or bidding, his faculties leapt forward a... | Yes, Katharine Hilbery ll do.... I ll take Katharine Hilbery."<|quote|>As soon as he had said this, his pace slackened, his head fell, his eyes became fixed. The desire to justify himself, which had been so urgent, ceased to torment him, and, as if released from constraint, so that they worked without friction or biddi... | of the street, a firelit room, something monumental in the procession of the lamp-posts, who shall say what accident of light or shape had suddenly changed the prospect within his mind, and led him to murmur aloud: "She ll do.... Yes, Katharine Hilbery ll do.... I ll take Katharine Hilbery."<|quote|>As soon as he had s... | And yet the thought was the thought with which he had started. He was still thinking about the people in the house which he had left; but instead of remembering, with whatever accuracy he could, their looks and sayings, he had consciously taken leave of the literal truth. A turn of the street, a firelit room, something... | his breast, and the lamplight shone now and again upon a face grown strangely tranquil. His thought was so absorbing that when it became necessary to verify the name of a street, he looked at it for a time before he read it; when he came to a crossing, he seemed to have to reassure himself by two or three taps, such as... | air with his walking-stick. He was glad to find himself outside that drawing-room, breathing raw fog, and in contact with unpolished people who only wanted their share of the pavement allowed them. He thought that if he had had Mr. or Mrs. or Miss Hilbery out here he would have made them, somehow, feel his superiority,... | Fortescue has almost tired me out. He is so eloquent and so witty, so searching and so profound that, after half an hour or so, I feel inclined to turn out all the lights. But perhaps he d be more wonderful than ever in the dark. What d you think, Katharine? Shall we give a little party in complete darkness? There d ha... | one time it seemed to the young man that he would be hypnotized into doing what she pretended to want him to do, for he could not suppose that she attached any value whatever to his presence. Katharine, however, made an opportunity for him to leave, and for that he was grateful to her, as one young person is grateful f... | Night And Day |
"They re to bring my dinner up here," | Ralph Denham | coming down, Ralph? Uncle Joseph"<|quote|>"They re to bring my dinner up here,"</|quote|>said Ralph, peremptorily; whereupon she | "Mother says, aren t you coming down, Ralph? Uncle Joseph"<|quote|>"They re to bring my dinner up here,"</|quote|>said Ralph, peremptorily; whereupon she vanished, leaving the door ajar | by a scratch behind the ear, settled upon Denham s shoulder. He lit his gas-fire and settled down in gloomy patience to await his dinner. After sitting thus for some minutes a small girl popped her head in to say, "Mother says, aren t you coming down, Ralph? Uncle Joseph"<|quote|>"They re to bring my dinner up here,"</... | effort in that direction. The only object that threw any light upon the character of the room s owner was a large perch, placed in the window to catch the air and sun, upon which a tame and, apparently, decrepit rook hopped dryly from side to side. The bird, encouraged by a scratch behind the ear, settled upon Denham s... | would, later in the evening, become a bed; one of the tables concealed a washing apparatus; his clothes and boots were disagreeably mixed with books which bore the gilt of college arms; and, for decoration, there hung upon the wall photographs of bridges and cathedrals and large, unprepossessing groups of insufficientl... | he would find six or seven brothers and sisters, a widowed mother, and, probably, some aunt or uncle sitting down to an unpleasant meal under a very bright light. Should he put in force the threat which, two weeks ago, some such gathering had wrung from him the terrible threat that if visitors came on Sunday he should ... | his pace slackened, his head fell, his eyes became fixed. The desire to justify himself, which had been so urgent, ceased to torment him, and, as if released from constraint, so that they worked without friction or bidding, his faculties leapt forward and fixed, as a matter of course, upon the form of Katharine Hilbery... | this very night, and accordingly, having let himself in, having verified the presence of Uncle Joseph by means of a bowler hat and a very large umbrella, he gave his orders to the maid, and went upstairs to his room. He went up a great many flights of stairs, and he noticed, as he had very seldom noticed, how the carpe... | Night And Day |
said Ralph, peremptorily; whereupon she vanished, leaving the door ajar in her haste to be gone. After Denham had waited some minutes, in the course of which neither he nor the rook took their eyes off the fire, he muttered a curse, ran downstairs, intercepted the parlor-maid, and cut himself a slice of bread and cold ... | No speaker | bring my dinner up here,"<|quote|>said Ralph, peremptorily; whereupon she vanished, leaving the door ajar in her haste to be gone. After Denham had waited some minutes, in the course of which neither he nor the rook took their eyes off the fire, he muttered a curse, ran downstairs, intercepted the parlor-maid, and cut ... | Uncle Joseph" "They re to bring my dinner up here,"<|quote|>said Ralph, peremptorily; whereupon she vanished, leaving the door ajar in her haste to be gone. After Denham had waited some minutes, in the course of which neither he nor the rook took their eyes off the fire, he muttered a curse, ran downstairs, intercepted... | Denham s shoulder. He lit his gas-fire and settled down in gloomy patience to await his dinner. After sitting thus for some minutes a small girl popped her head in to say, "Mother says, aren t you coming down, Ralph? Uncle Joseph" "They re to bring my dinner up here,"<|quote|>said Ralph, peremptorily; whereupon she van... | threw any light upon the character of the room s owner was a large perch, placed in the window to catch the air and sun, upon which a tame and, apparently, decrepit rook hopped dryly from side to side. The bird, encouraged by a scratch behind the ear, settled upon Denham s shoulder. He lit his gas-fire and settled down... | one of the tables concealed a washing apparatus; his clothes and boots were disagreeably mixed with books which bore the gilt of college arms; and, for decoration, there hung upon the wall photographs of bridges and cathedrals and large, unprepossessing groups of insufficiently clothed young men, sitting in rows one ab... | sisters, a widowed mother, and, probably, some aunt or uncle sitting down to an unpleasant meal under a very bright light. Should he put in force the threat which, two weeks ago, some such gathering had wrung from him the terrible threat that if visitors came on Sunday he should dine alone in his room? A glance in the ... | became fixed. The desire to justify himself, which had been so urgent, ceased to torment him, and, as if released from constraint, so that they worked without friction or bidding, his faculties leapt forward and fixed, as a matter of course, upon the form of Katharine Hilbery. It was marvellous how much they found to f... | those gardens suggested to him. His walk was uphill, and his mind dwelt gloomily upon the house which he approached, where he would find six or seven brothers and sisters, a widowed mother, and, probably, some aunt or uncle sitting down to an unpleasant meal under a very bright light. Should he put in force the threat ... | Night And Day |
but Ralph paid no attention to the voice, and made off upstairs with his plate. He set it down in a chair opposite him, and ate with a ferocity that was due partly to anger and partly to hunger. His mother, then, was determined not to respect his wishes; he was a person of no importance in his own family; he was sent f... | No speaker | open, a voice exclaimed "Ralph!"<|quote|>but Ralph paid no attention to the voice, and made off upstairs with his plate. He set it down in a chair opposite him, and ate with a ferocity that was due partly to anger and partly to hunger. His mother, then, was determined not to respect his wishes; he was a person of no im... | so, the dining-room door sprang open, a voice exclaimed "Ralph!"<|quote|>but Ralph paid no attention to the voice, and made off upstairs with his plate. He set it down in a chair opposite him, and ate with a ferocity that was due partly to anger and partly to hunger. His mother, then, was determined not to respect his ... | some minutes, in the course of which neither he nor the rook took their eyes off the fire, he muttered a curse, ran downstairs, intercepted the parlor-maid, and cut himself a slice of bread and cold meat. As he did so, the dining-room door sprang open, a voice exclaimed "Ralph!"<|quote|>but Ralph paid no attention to t... | for some minutes a small girl popped her head in to say, "Mother says, aren t you coming down, Ralph? Uncle Joseph" "They re to bring my dinner up here," said Ralph, peremptorily; whereupon she vanished, leaving the door ajar in her haste to be gone. After Denham had waited some minutes, in the course of which neither ... | any sign of luxury or even of a cultivated taste, unless the cheap classics in the book-case were a sign of an effort in that direction. The only object that threw any light upon the character of the room s owner was a large perch, placed in the window to catch the air and sun, upon which a tame and, apparently, decrep... | very night, and accordingly, having let himself in, having verified the presence of Uncle Joseph by means of a bowler hat and a very large umbrella, he gave his orders to the maid, and went upstairs to his room. He went up a great many flights of stairs, and he noticed, as he had very seldom noticed, how the carpet bec... | which he had tried to disown, when under the effect of it, the beauty, the character, the aloofness, which he had been determined not to feel, now possessed him wholly; and when, as happened by the nature of things, he had exhausted his memory, he went on with his imagination. He was conscious of what he was about, for... | sometimes by cascades of damp, and sometimes by the outlines of picture-frames since removed, how the paper flapped loose at the corners, and a great flake of plaster had fallen from the ceiling. The room itself was a cheerless one to return to at this inauspicious hour. A flattened sofa would, later in the evening, be... | Night And Day |
"Ralph?" | Joan | simultaneously half a flight downstairs.<|quote|>"Ralph?"</|quote|>said a voice, inquiringly. "Joan?" | the landing. The person stopped simultaneously half a flight downstairs.<|quote|>"Ralph?"</|quote|>said a voice, inquiringly. "Joan?" "I was coming up, but | distinct wish to be interrupted, and his disappointment was perceptible when he heard the creaking sound rather farther down the stairs, as if his visitor had decided to withdraw. He rose, opened the door with unnecessary abruptness, and waited on the landing. The person stopped simultaneously half a flight downstairs.... | placard, and debating whether to honor its decree or not. Certainly, policy advised him to sit still in autocratic silence, for no custom can take root in a family unless every breach of it is punished severely for the first six months or so. But Ralph was conscious of a distinct wish to be interrupted, and his disappo... | she was talking to Mr. Anning, who was well over forty, and bald into the bargain, about books. How peaceful and spacious it was; and the peace possessed him so completely that his muscles slackened, his book drooped from his hand, and he forgot that the hour of work was wasting minute by minute. He was roused by a cre... | counsel s treatise upon Torts did not screen him satisfactorily. Through the pages he saw a drawing-room, very empty and spacious; he heard low voices, he saw women s figures, he could even smell the scent of the cedar log which flamed in the grate. His mind relaxed its tension, and seemed to be giving out now what it ... | drawing-room describing his afternoon s adventures, or listening to the afternoon s adventures of other people; the room itself, the gas-fire, the arm-chair all had been fought for; the wretched bird, with half its feathers out and one leg lamed by a cat, had been rescued under protest; but what his family most resente... | even smell the scent of the cedar log which flamed in the grate. His mind relaxed its tension, and seemed to be giving out now what it had taken in unconsciously at the time. He could remember Mr. Fortescue s exact words, and the rolling emphasis with which he delivered them, and he began to repeat what Mr. Fortescue h... | Night And Day |
said a voice, inquiringly. | No speaker | half a flight downstairs. "Ralph?"<|quote|>said a voice, inquiringly.</|quote|>"Joan?" "I was coming up, | landing. The person stopped simultaneously half a flight downstairs. "Ralph?"<|quote|>said a voice, inquiringly.</|quote|>"Joan?" "I was coming up, but I saw your notice." | wish to be interrupted, and his disappointment was perceptible when he heard the creaking sound rather farther down the stairs, as if his visitor had decided to withdraw. He rose, opened the door with unnecessary abruptness, and waited on the landing. The person stopped simultaneously half a flight downstairs. "Ralph?"... | and debating whether to honor its decree or not. Certainly, policy advised him to sit still in autocratic silence, for no custom can take root in a family unless every breach of it is punished severely for the first six months or so. But Ralph was conscious of a distinct wish to be interrupted, and his disappointment w... | was talking to Mr. Anning, who was well over forty, and bald into the bargain, about books. How peaceful and spacious it was; and the peace possessed him so completely that his muscles slackened, his book drooped from his hand, and he forgot that the hour of work was wasting minute by minute. He was roused by a creak u... | s treatise upon Torts did not screen him satisfactorily. Through the pages he saw a drawing-room, very empty and spacious; he heard low voices, he saw women s figures, he could even smell the scent of the cedar log which flamed in the grate. His mind relaxed its tension, and seemed to be giving out now what it had take... | describing his afternoon s adventures, or listening to the afternoon s adventures of other people; the room itself, the gas-fire, the arm-chair all had been fought for; the wretched bird, with half its feathers out and one leg lamed by a cat, had been rescued under protest; but what his family most resented, he reflect... | this autumn, and to review legal books for Mr. Hilbery s "Critical Review." He had always made plans since he was a small boy; for poverty, and the fact that he was the eldest son of a large family, had given him the habit of thinking of spring and summer, autumn and winter, as so many stages in a prolonged campaign. A... | Night And Day |
"Joan?" | Ralph Denham | "Ralph?" said a voice, inquiringly.<|quote|>"Joan?"</|quote|>"I was coming up, but | simultaneously half a flight downstairs. "Ralph?" said a voice, inquiringly.<|quote|>"Joan?"</|quote|>"I was coming up, but I saw your notice." "Well, | and his disappointment was perceptible when he heard the creaking sound rather farther down the stairs, as if his visitor had decided to withdraw. He rose, opened the door with unnecessary abruptness, and waited on the landing. The person stopped simultaneously half a flight downstairs. "Ralph?" said a voice, inquiring... | honor its decree or not. Certainly, policy advised him to sit still in autocratic silence, for no custom can take root in a family unless every breach of it is punished severely for the first six months or so. But Ralph was conscious of a distinct wish to be interrupted, and his disappointment was perceptible when he h... | Anning, who was well over forty, and bald into the bargain, about books. How peaceful and spacious it was; and the peace possessed him so completely that his muscles slackened, his book drooped from his hand, and he forgot that the hour of work was wasting minute by minute. He was roused by a creak upon the stair. With... | did not screen him satisfactorily. Through the pages he saw a drawing-room, very empty and spacious; he heard low voices, he saw women s figures, he could even smell the scent of the cedar log which flamed in the grate. His mind relaxed its tension, and seemed to be giving out now what it had taken in unconsciously at ... | adventures, or listening to the afternoon s adventures of other people; the room itself, the gas-fire, the arm-chair all had been fought for; the wretched bird, with half its feathers out and one leg lamed by a cat, had been rescued under protest; but what his family most resented, he reflected, was his wish for privac... | to Mr. Anning, who was well over forty, and bald into the bargain, about books. How peaceful and spacious it was; and the peace possessed him so completely that his muscles slackened, his book drooped from his hand, and he forgot that the hour of work was wasting minute by minute. He was roused by a creak upon the stai... | Night And Day |
"I was coming up, but I saw your notice." | Joan | said a voice, inquiringly. "Joan?"<|quote|>"I was coming up, but I saw your notice."</|quote|>"Well, come along in, then." | half a flight downstairs. "Ralph?" said a voice, inquiringly. "Joan?"<|quote|>"I was coming up, but I saw your notice."</|quote|>"Well, come along in, then." He concealed his desire beneath | his disappointment was perceptible when he heard the creaking sound rather farther down the stairs, as if his visitor had decided to withdraw. He rose, opened the door with unnecessary abruptness, and waited on the landing. The person stopped simultaneously half a flight downstairs. "Ralph?" said a voice, inquiringly. ... | its decree or not. Certainly, policy advised him to sit still in autocratic silence, for no custom can take root in a family unless every breach of it is punished severely for the first six months or so. But Ralph was conscious of a distinct wish to be interrupted, and his disappointment was perceptible when he heard t... | who was well over forty, and bald into the bargain, about books. How peaceful and spacious it was; and the peace possessed him so completely that his muscles slackened, his book drooped from his hand, and he forgot that the hour of work was wasting minute by minute. He was roused by a creak upon the stair. With a guilt... | not screen him satisfactorily. Through the pages he saw a drawing-room, very empty and spacious; he heard low voices, he saw women s figures, he could even smell the scent of the cedar log which flamed in the grate. His mind relaxed its tension, and seemed to be giving out now what it had taken in unconsciously at the ... | or listening to the afternoon s adventures of other people; the room itself, the gas-fire, the arm-chair all had been fought for; the wretched bird, with half its feathers out and one leg lamed by a cat, had been rescued under protest; but what his family most resented, he reflected, was his wish for privacy. To dine a... | taken in unconsciously at the time. He could remember Mr. Fortescue s exact words, and the rolling emphasis with which he delivered them, and he began to repeat what Mr. Fortescue had said, in Mr. Fortescue s own manner, about Manchester. His mind then began to wander about the house, and he wondered whether there were... | Night And Day |
"Well, come along in, then." | Ralph Denham | but I saw your notice."<|quote|>"Well, come along in, then."</|quote|>He concealed his desire beneath | "Joan?" "I was coming up, but I saw your notice."<|quote|>"Well, come along in, then."</|quote|>He concealed his desire beneath a tone as grudging as | sound rather farther down the stairs, as if his visitor had decided to withdraw. He rose, opened the door with unnecessary abruptness, and waited on the landing. The person stopped simultaneously half a flight downstairs. "Ralph?" said a voice, inquiringly. "Joan?" "I was coming up, but I saw your notice."<|quote|>"Wel... | sit still in autocratic silence, for no custom can take root in a family unless every breach of it is punished severely for the first six months or so. But Ralph was conscious of a distinct wish to be interrupted, and his disappointment was perceptible when he heard the creaking sound rather farther down the stairs, as... | bargain, about books. How peaceful and spacious it was; and the peace possessed him so completely that his muscles slackened, his book drooped from his hand, and he forgot that the hour of work was wasting minute by minute. He was roused by a creak upon the stair. With a guilty start he composed himself, frowned and lo... | a drawing-room, very empty and spacious; he heard low voices, he saw women s figures, he could even smell the scent of the cedar log which flamed in the grate. His mind relaxed its tension, and seemed to be giving out now what it had taken in unconsciously at the time. He could remember Mr. Fortescue s exact words, and... | people; the room itself, the gas-fire, the arm-chair all had been fought for; the wretched bird, with half its feathers out and one leg lamed by a cat, had been rescued under protest; but what his family most resented, he reflected, was his wish for privacy. To dine alone, or to sit alone after dinner, was flat rebelli... | threatened, at this moment, to crease into their wonted shapes. But instead of settling down to think, he rose, took a small piece of cardboard marked in large letters with the word OUT, and hung it upon the handle of his door. This done, he sharpened a pencil, lit a reading-lamp and opened his book. But still he hesit... | Night And Day |
He concealed his desire beneath a tone as grudging as he could make it. Joan came in, but she was careful to show, by standing upright with one hand upon the mantelpiece, that she was only there for a definite purpose, which discharged, she would go. She was older than Ralph by some three or four years. Her face was ro... | No speaker | "Well, come along in, then."<|quote|>He concealed his desire beneath a tone as grudging as he could make it. Joan came in, but she was careful to show, by standing upright with one hand upon the mantelpiece, that she was only there for a definite purpose, which discharged, she would go. She was older than Ralph by some... | but I saw your notice." "Well, come along in, then."<|quote|>He concealed his desire beneath a tone as grudging as he could make it. Joan came in, but she was careful to show, by standing upright with one hand upon the mantelpiece, that she was only there for a definite purpose, which discharged, she would go. She was ... | stairs, as if his visitor had decided to withdraw. He rose, opened the door with unnecessary abruptness, and waited on the landing. The person stopped simultaneously half a flight downstairs. "Ralph?" said a voice, inquiringly. "Joan?" "I was coming up, but I saw your notice." "Well, come along in, then."<|quote|>He co... | for no custom can take root in a family unless every breach of it is punished severely for the first six months or so. But Ralph was conscious of a distinct wish to be interrupted, and his disappointment was perceptible when he heard the creaking sound rather farther down the stairs, as if his visitor had decided to wi... | and spacious it was; and the peace possessed him so completely that his muscles slackened, his book drooped from his hand, and he forgot that the hour of work was wasting minute by minute. He was roused by a creak upon the stair. With a guilty start he composed himself, frowned and looked intently at the fifty-sixth pa... | spacious; he heard low voices, he saw women s figures, he could even smell the scent of the cedar log which flamed in the grate. His mind relaxed its tension, and seemed to be giving out now what it had taken in unconsciously at the time. He could remember Mr. Fortescue s exact words, and the rolling emphasis with whic... | gas-fire, the arm-chair all had been fought for; the wretched bird, with half its feathers out and one leg lamed by a cat, had been rescued under protest; but what his family most resented, he reflected, was his wish for privacy. To dine alone, or to sit alone after dinner, was flat rebellion, to be fought with every w... | people, who were, no doubt, still sitting in the same room, only they had changed their clothes, and little Mr. Anning was there, and the aunt who would mind if the glass of her father s picture was broken. Miss Hilbery had changed her dress ("although she s wearing such a pretty one," he heard her mother say), and she... | Night And Day |
"It s about Charles and Uncle John s offer.... Mother s been talking to me. She says she can t afford to pay for him after this term. She says she ll have to ask for an overdraft as it is." | Joan | then said, without any preface:<|quote|>"It s about Charles and Uncle John s offer.... Mother s been talking to me. She says she can t afford to pay for him after this term. She says she ll have to ask for an overdraft as it is."</|quote|>"That s simply not true," | two upon the rook. She then said, without any preface:<|quote|>"It s about Charles and Uncle John s offer.... Mother s been talking to me. She says she can t afford to pay for him after this term. She says she ll have to ask for an overdraft as it is."</|quote|>"That s simply not true," said Ralph. "No. I thought | one object, she appeared to be in the habit of considering everything from many different points of view. This made her appear his elder by more years than existed in fact between them. Her gaze rested for a moment or two upon the rook. She then said, without any preface:<|quote|>"It s about Charles and Uncle John s of... | some three or four years. Her face was round but worn, and expressed that tolerant but anxious good humor which is the special attribute of elder sisters in large families. Her pleasant brown eyes resembled Ralph s, save in expression, for whereas he seemed to look straightly and keenly at one object, she appeared to b... | if his visitor had decided to withdraw. He rose, opened the door with unnecessary abruptness, and waited on the landing. The person stopped simultaneously half a flight downstairs. "Ralph?" said a voice, inquiringly. "Joan?" "I was coming up, but I saw your notice." "Well, come along in, then." He concealed his desire ... | glass of her father s picture was broken. Miss Hilbery had changed her dress ("although she s wearing such a pretty one," he heard her mother say), and she was talking to Mr. Anning, who was well over forty, and bald into the bargain, about books. How peaceful and spacious it was; and the peace possessed him so complet... | a step in the right direction, because it was part of his plan to get to know people beyond the family circuit, just as it was part of his plan to learn German this autumn, and to review legal books for Mr. Hilbery s "Critical Review." He had always made plans since he was a small boy; for poverty, and the fact that he... | satisfactorily. Through the pages he saw a drawing-room, very empty and spacious; he heard low voices, he saw women s figures, he could even smell the scent of the cedar log which flamed in the grate. His mind relaxed its tension, and seemed to be giving out now what it had taken in unconsciously at the time. He could ... | Night And Day |
"That s simply not true," | Ralph Denham | an overdraft as it is."<|quote|>"That s simply not true,"</|quote|>said Ralph. "No. I thought | ll have to ask for an overdraft as it is."<|quote|>"That s simply not true,"</|quote|>said Ralph. "No. I thought not. But she won t | upon the rook. She then said, without any preface: "It s about Charles and Uncle John s offer.... Mother s been talking to me. She says she can t afford to pay for him after this term. She says she ll have to ask for an overdraft as it is."<|quote|>"That s simply not true,"</|quote|>said Ralph. "No. I thought not. But ... | whereas he seemed to look straightly and keenly at one object, she appeared to be in the habit of considering everything from many different points of view. This made her appear his elder by more years than existed in fact between them. Her gaze rested for a moment or two upon the rook. She then said, without any prefa... | your notice." "Well, come along in, then." He concealed his desire beneath a tone as grudging as he could make it. Joan came in, but she was careful to show, by standing upright with one hand upon the mantelpiece, that she was only there for a definite purpose, which discharged, she would go. She was older than Ralph b... | into the bargain, about books. How peaceful and spacious it was; and the peace possessed him so completely that his muscles slackened, his book drooped from his hand, and he forgot that the hour of work was wasting minute by minute. He was roused by a creak upon the stair. With a guilty start he composed himself, frown... | Mr. Hilbery s "Critical Review." He had always made plans since he was a small boy; for poverty, and the fact that he was the eldest son of a large family, had given him the habit of thinking of spring and summer, autumn and winter, as so many stages in a prolonged campaign. Although he was still under thirty, this for... | the same room, only they had changed their clothes, and little Mr. Anning was there, and the aunt who would mind if the glass of her father s picture was broken. Miss Hilbery had changed her dress ("although she s wearing such a pretty one," he heard her mother say), and she was talking to Mr. Anning, who was well over... | Night And Day |
said Ralph. | No speaker | "That s simply not true,"<|quote|>said Ralph.</|quote|>"No. I thought not. But | an overdraft as it is." "That s simply not true,"<|quote|>said Ralph.</|quote|>"No. I thought not. But she won t believe me | said, without any preface: "It s about Charles and Uncle John s offer.... Mother s been talking to me. She says she can t afford to pay for him after this term. She says she ll have to ask for an overdraft as it is." "That s simply not true,"<|quote|>said Ralph.</|quote|>"No. I thought not. But she won t believe me whe... | straightly and keenly at one object, she appeared to be in the habit of considering everything from many different points of view. This made her appear his elder by more years than existed in fact between them. Her gaze rested for a moment or two upon the rook. She then said, without any preface: "It s about Charles an... | in, then." He concealed his desire beneath a tone as grudging as he could make it. Joan came in, but she was careful to show, by standing upright with one hand upon the mantelpiece, that she was only there for a definite purpose, which discharged, she would go. She was older than Ralph by some three or four years. Her ... | How peaceful and spacious it was; and the peace possessed him so completely that his muscles slackened, his book drooped from his hand, and he forgot that the hour of work was wasting minute by minute. He was roused by a creak upon the stair. With a guilty start he composed himself, frowned and looked intently at the f... | He had always made plans since he was a small boy; for poverty, and the fact that he was the eldest son of a large family, had given him the habit of thinking of spring and summer, autumn and winter, as so many stages in a prolonged campaign. Although he was still under thirty, this forecasting habit had marked two sem... | emphasis with which he delivered them, and he began to repeat what Mr. Fortescue had said, in Mr. Fortescue s own manner, about Manchester. His mind then began to wander about the house, and he wondered whether there were other rooms like the drawing-room, and he thought, inconsequently, how beautiful the bathroom must... | Night And Day |
"No. I thought not. But she won t believe me when I say it." | Joan | simply not true," said Ralph.<|quote|>"No. I thought not. But she won t believe me when I say it."</|quote|>Ralph, as if he could | as it is." "That s simply not true," said Ralph.<|quote|>"No. I thought not. But she won t believe me when I say it."</|quote|>Ralph, as if he could foresee the length of this | any preface: "It s about Charles and Uncle John s offer.... Mother s been talking to me. She says she can t afford to pay for him after this term. She says she ll have to ask for an overdraft as it is." "That s simply not true," said Ralph.<|quote|>"No. I thought not. But she won t believe me when I say it."</|quote|>R... | keenly at one object, she appeared to be in the habit of considering everything from many different points of view. This made her appear his elder by more years than existed in fact between them. Her gaze rested for a moment or two upon the rook. She then said, without any preface: "It s about Charles and Uncle John s ... | He concealed his desire beneath a tone as grudging as he could make it. Joan came in, but she was careful to show, by standing upright with one hand upon the mantelpiece, that she was only there for a definite purpose, which discharged, she would go. She was older than Ralph by some three or four years. Her face was ro... | and spacious it was; and the peace possessed him so completely that his muscles slackened, his book drooped from his hand, and he forgot that the hour of work was wasting minute by minute. He was roused by a creak upon the stair. With a guilty start he composed himself, frowned and looked intently at the fifty-sixth pa... | always made plans since he was a small boy; for poverty, and the fact that he was the eldest son of a large family, had given him the habit of thinking of spring and summer, autumn and winter, as so many stages in a prolonged campaign. Although he was still under thirty, this forecasting habit had marked two semicircul... | a distinct wish to be interrupted, and his disappointment was perceptible when he heard the creaking sound rather farther down the stairs, as if his visitor had decided to withdraw. He rose, opened the door with unnecessary abruptness, and waited on the landing. The person stopped simultaneously half a flight downstair... | Night And Day |
Ralph, as if he could foresee the length of this familiar argument, drew up a chair for his sister and sat down himself. | No speaker | me when I say it."<|quote|>Ralph, as if he could foresee the length of this familiar argument, drew up a chair for his sister and sat down himself.</|quote|>"I m not interrupting?" she | But she won t believe me when I say it."<|quote|>Ralph, as if he could foresee the length of this familiar argument, drew up a chair for his sister and sat down himself.</|quote|>"I m not interrupting?" she inquired. Ralph shook his head, | talking to me. She says she can t afford to pay for him after this term. She says she ll have to ask for an overdraft as it is." "That s simply not true," said Ralph. "No. I thought not. But she won t believe me when I say it."<|quote|>Ralph, as if he could foresee the length of this familiar argument, drew up a chair ... | from many different points of view. This made her appear his elder by more years than existed in fact between them. Her gaze rested for a moment or two upon the rook. She then said, without any preface: "It s about Charles and Uncle John s offer.... Mother s been talking to me. She says she can t afford to pay for him ... | Joan came in, but she was careful to show, by standing upright with one hand upon the mantelpiece, that she was only there for a definite purpose, which discharged, she would go. She was older than Ralph by some three or four years. Her face was round but worn, and expressed that tolerant but anxious good humor which i... | slackened, his book drooped from his hand, and he forgot that the hour of work was wasting minute by minute. He was roused by a creak upon the stair. With a guilty start he composed himself, frowned and looked intently at the fifty-sixth page of his volume. A step paused outside his door, and he knew that the person, w... | that he was the eldest son of a large family, had given him the habit of thinking of spring and summer, autumn and winter, as so many stages in a prolonged campaign. Although he was still under thirty, this forecasting habit had marked two semicircular lines above his eyebrows, which threatened, at this moment, to crea... | policy advised him to sit still in autocratic silence, for no custom can take root in a family unless every breach of it is punished severely for the first six months or so. But Ralph was conscious of a distinct wish to be interrupted, and his disappointment was perceptible when he heard the creaking sound rather farth... | Night And Day |
"I m not interrupting?" | Joan | sister and sat down himself.<|quote|>"I m not interrupting?"</|quote|>she inquired. Ralph shook his | up a chair for his sister and sat down himself.<|quote|>"I m not interrupting?"</|quote|>she inquired. Ralph shook his head, and for a time | for an overdraft as it is." "That s simply not true," said Ralph. "No. I thought not. But she won t believe me when I say it." Ralph, as if he could foresee the length of this familiar argument, drew up a chair for his sister and sat down himself.<|quote|>"I m not interrupting?"</|quote|>she inquired. Ralph shook his h... | rested for a moment or two upon the rook. She then said, without any preface: "It s about Charles and Uncle John s offer.... Mother s been talking to me. She says she can t afford to pay for him after this term. She says she ll have to ask for an overdraft as it is." "That s simply not true," said Ralph. "No. I thought... | for a definite purpose, which discharged, she would go. She was older than Ralph by some three or four years. Her face was round but worn, and expressed that tolerant but anxious good humor which is the special attribute of elder sisters in large families. Her pleasant brown eyes resembled Ralph s, save in expression, ... | by a creak upon the stair. With a guilty start he composed himself, frowned and looked intently at the fifty-sixth page of his volume. A step paused outside his door, and he knew that the person, whoever it might be, was considering the placard, and debating whether to honor its decree or not. Certainly, policy advised... | winter, as so many stages in a prolonged campaign. Although he was still under thirty, this forecasting habit had marked two semicircular lines above his eyebrows, which threatened, at this moment, to crease into their wonted shapes. But instead of settling down to think, he rose, took a small piece of cardboard marked... | on the landing. The person stopped simultaneously half a flight downstairs. "Ralph?" said a voice, inquiringly. "Joan?" "I was coming up, but I saw your notice." "Well, come along in, then." He concealed his desire beneath a tone as grudging as he could make it. Joan came in, but she was careful to show, by standing up... | Night And Day |
she inquired. Ralph shook his head, and for a time they sat silent. The lines curved themselves in semicircles above their eyes. | No speaker | himself. "I m not interrupting?"<|quote|>she inquired. Ralph shook his head, and for a time they sat silent. The lines curved themselves in semicircles above their eyes.</|quote|>"She doesn t understand that | his sister and sat down himself. "I m not interrupting?"<|quote|>she inquired. Ralph shook his head, and for a time they sat silent. The lines curved themselves in semicircles above their eyes.</|quote|>"She doesn t understand that one s got to take | it is." "That s simply not true," said Ralph. "No. I thought not. But she won t believe me when I say it." Ralph, as if he could foresee the length of this familiar argument, drew up a chair for his sister and sat down himself. "I m not interrupting?"<|quote|>she inquired. Ralph shook his head, and for a time they sat ... | or two upon the rook. She then said, without any preface: "It s about Charles and Uncle John s offer.... Mother s been talking to me. She says she can t afford to pay for him after this term. She says she ll have to ask for an overdraft as it is." "That s simply not true," said Ralph. "No. I thought not. But she won t ... | which discharged, she would go. She was older than Ralph by some three or four years. Her face was round but worn, and expressed that tolerant but anxious good humor which is the special attribute of elder sisters in large families. Her pleasant brown eyes resembled Ralph s, save in expression, for whereas he seemed to... | the stair. With a guilty start he composed himself, frowned and looked intently at the fifty-sixth page of his volume. A step paused outside his door, and he knew that the person, whoever it might be, was considering the placard, and debating whether to honor its decree or not. Certainly, policy advised him to sit stil... | stages in a prolonged campaign. Although he was still under thirty, this forecasting habit had marked two semicircular lines above his eyebrows, which threatened, at this moment, to crease into their wonted shapes. But instead of settling down to think, he rose, took a small piece of cardboard marked in large letters w... | who were, no doubt, still sitting in the same room, only they had changed their clothes, and little Mr. Anning was there, and the aunt who would mind if the glass of her father s picture was broken. Miss Hilbery had changed her dress ("although she s wearing such a pretty one," he heard her mother say), and she was tal... | Night And Day |
"She doesn t understand that one s got to take risks," | Ralph Denham | in semicircles above their eyes.<|quote|>"She doesn t understand that one s got to take risks,"</|quote|>he observed, finally. "I believe | silent. The lines curved themselves in semicircles above their eyes.<|quote|>"She doesn t understand that one s got to take risks,"</|quote|>he observed, finally. "I believe mother would take risks if | it." Ralph, as if he could foresee the length of this familiar argument, drew up a chair for his sister and sat down himself. "I m not interrupting?" she inquired. Ralph shook his head, and for a time they sat silent. The lines curved themselves in semicircles above their eyes.<|quote|>"She doesn t understand that one ... | been talking to me. She says she can t afford to pay for him after this term. She says she ll have to ask for an overdraft as it is." "That s simply not true," said Ralph. "No. I thought not. But she won t believe me when I say it." Ralph, as if he could foresee the length of this familiar argument, drew up a chair for... | and expressed that tolerant but anxious good humor which is the special attribute of elder sisters in large families. Her pleasant brown eyes resembled Ralph s, save in expression, for whereas he seemed to look straightly and keenly at one object, she appeared to be in the habit of considering everything from many diff... | paused outside his door, and he knew that the person, whoever it might be, was considering the placard, and debating whether to honor its decree or not. Certainly, policy advised him to sit still in autocratic silence, for no custom can take root in a family unless every breach of it is punished severely for the first ... | which threatened, at this moment, to crease into their wonted shapes. But instead of settling down to think, he rose, took a small piece of cardboard marked in large letters with the word OUT, and hung it upon the handle of his door. This done, he sharpened a pencil, lit a reading-lamp and opened his book. But still he... | inconsequently, how beautiful the bathroom must be, and how leisurely it was the life of these well-kept people, who were, no doubt, still sitting in the same room, only they had changed their clothes, and little Mr. Anning was there, and the aunt who would mind if the glass of her father s picture was broken. Miss Hil... | Night And Day |
he observed, finally. | No speaker | s got to take risks,"<|quote|>he observed, finally.</|quote|>"I believe mother would take | doesn t understand that one s got to take risks,"<|quote|>he observed, finally.</|quote|>"I believe mother would take risks if she knew that | familiar argument, drew up a chair for his sister and sat down himself. "I m not interrupting?" she inquired. Ralph shook his head, and for a time they sat silent. The lines curved themselves in semicircles above their eyes. "She doesn t understand that one s got to take risks,"<|quote|>he observed, finally.</|quote|>"... | pay for him after this term. She says she ll have to ask for an overdraft as it is." "That s simply not true," said Ralph. "No. I thought not. But she won t believe me when I say it." Ralph, as if he could foresee the length of this familiar argument, drew up a chair for his sister and sat down himself. "I m not interr... | special attribute of elder sisters in large families. Her pleasant brown eyes resembled Ralph s, save in expression, for whereas he seemed to look straightly and keenly at one object, she appeared to be in the habit of considering everything from many different points of view. This made her appear his elder by more yea... | it might be, was considering the placard, and debating whether to honor its decree or not. Certainly, policy advised him to sit still in autocratic silence, for no custom can take root in a family unless every breach of it is punished severely for the first six months or so. But Ralph was conscious of a distinct wish t... | But instead of settling down to think, he rose, took a small piece of cardboard marked in large letters with the word OUT, and hung it upon the handle of his door. This done, he sharpened a pencil, lit a reading-lamp and opened his book. But still he hesitated to take his seat. He scratched the rook, he walked to the w... | the person, whoever it might be, was considering the placard, and debating whether to honor its decree or not. Certainly, policy advised him to sit still in autocratic silence, for no custom can take root in a family unless every breach of it is punished severely for the first six months or so. But Ralph was conscious ... | Night And Day |
"I believe mother would take risks if she knew that Charles was the sort of boy to profit by it." | Joan | take risks," he observed, finally.<|quote|>"I believe mother would take risks if she knew that Charles was the sort of boy to profit by it."</|quote|>"He s got brains, hasn | that one s got to take risks," he observed, finally.<|quote|>"I believe mother would take risks if she knew that Charles was the sort of boy to profit by it."</|quote|>"He s got brains, hasn t he?" said Ralph. His | up a chair for his sister and sat down himself. "I m not interrupting?" she inquired. Ralph shook his head, and for a time they sat silent. The lines curved themselves in semicircles above their eyes. "She doesn t understand that one s got to take risks," he observed, finally.<|quote|>"I believe mother would take risks... | after this term. She says she ll have to ask for an overdraft as it is." "That s simply not true," said Ralph. "No. I thought not. But she won t believe me when I say it." Ralph, as if he could foresee the length of this familiar argument, drew up a chair for his sister and sat down himself. "I m not interrupting?" she... | elder sisters in large families. Her pleasant brown eyes resembled Ralph s, save in expression, for whereas he seemed to look straightly and keenly at one object, she appeared to be in the habit of considering everything from many different points of view. This made her appear his elder by more years than existed in fa... | was considering the placard, and debating whether to honor its decree or not. Certainly, policy advised him to sit still in autocratic silence, for no custom can take root in a family unless every breach of it is punished severely for the first six months or so. But Ralph was conscious of a distinct wish to be interrup... | settling down to think, he rose, took a small piece of cardboard marked in large letters with the word OUT, and hung it upon the handle of his door. This done, he sharpened a pencil, lit a reading-lamp and opened his book. But still he hesitated to take his seat. He scratched the rook, he walked to the window; he parte... | inconsequently, how beautiful the bathroom must be, and how leisurely it was the life of these well-kept people, who were, no doubt, still sitting in the same room, only they had changed their clothes, and little Mr. Anning was there, and the aunt who would mind if the glass of her father s picture was broken. Miss Hil... | Night And Day |
"He s got brains, hasn t he?" | Ralph Denham | boy to profit by it."<|quote|>"He s got brains, hasn t he?"</|quote|>said Ralph. His tone had | Charles was the sort of boy to profit by it."<|quote|>"He s got brains, hasn t he?"</|quote|>said Ralph. His tone had taken on that shade of | and for a time they sat silent. The lines curved themselves in semicircles above their eyes. "She doesn t understand that one s got to take risks," he observed, finally. "I believe mother would take risks if she knew that Charles was the sort of boy to profit by it."<|quote|>"He s got brains, hasn t he?"</|quote|>said ... | true," said Ralph. "No. I thought not. But she won t believe me when I say it." Ralph, as if he could foresee the length of this familiar argument, drew up a chair for his sister and sat down himself. "I m not interrupting?" she inquired. Ralph shook his head, and for a time they sat silent. The lines curved themselves... | look straightly and keenly at one object, she appeared to be in the habit of considering everything from many different points of view. This made her appear his elder by more years than existed in fact between them. Her gaze rested for a moment or two upon the rook. She then said, without any preface: "It s about Charl... | in autocratic silence, for no custom can take root in a family unless every breach of it is punished severely for the first six months or so. But Ralph was conscious of a distinct wish to be interrupted, and his disappointment was perceptible when he heard the creaking sound rather farther down the stairs, as if his vi... | and hung it upon the handle of his door. This done, he sharpened a pencil, lit a reading-lamp and opened his book. But still he hesitated to take his seat. He scratched the rook, he walked to the window; he parted the curtains, and looked down upon the city which lay, hazily luminous, beneath him. He looked across the ... | ("although she s wearing such a pretty one," he heard her mother say), and she was talking to Mr. Anning, who was well over forty, and bald into the bargain, about books. How peaceful and spacious it was; and the peace possessed him so completely that his muscles slackened, his book drooped from his hand, and he forgot... | Night And Day |
said Ralph. His tone had taken on that shade of pugnacity which suggested to his sister that some personal grievance drove him to take the line he did. She wondered what it might be, but at once recalled her mind, and assented. | No speaker | got brains, hasn t he?"<|quote|>said Ralph. His tone had taken on that shade of pugnacity which suggested to his sister that some personal grievance drove him to take the line he did. She wondered what it might be, but at once recalled her mind, and assented.</|quote|>"In some ways he s | profit by it." "He s got brains, hasn t he?"<|quote|>said Ralph. His tone had taken on that shade of pugnacity which suggested to his sister that some personal grievance drove him to take the line he did. She wondered what it might be, but at once recalled her mind, and assented.</|quote|>"In some ways he s fearfully b... | The lines curved themselves in semicircles above their eyes. "She doesn t understand that one s got to take risks," he observed, finally. "I believe mother would take risks if she knew that Charles was the sort of boy to profit by it." "He s got brains, hasn t he?"<|quote|>said Ralph. His tone had taken on that shade o... | But she won t believe me when I say it." Ralph, as if he could foresee the length of this familiar argument, drew up a chair for his sister and sat down himself. "I m not interrupting?" she inquired. Ralph shook his head, and for a time they sat silent. The lines curved themselves in semicircles above their eyes. "She ... | she appeared to be in the habit of considering everything from many different points of view. This made her appear his elder by more years than existed in fact between them. Her gaze rested for a moment or two upon the rook. She then said, without any preface: "It s about Charles and Uncle John s offer.... Mother s bee... | take root in a family unless every breach of it is punished severely for the first six months or so. But Ralph was conscious of a distinct wish to be interrupted, and his disappointment was perceptible when he heard the creaking sound rather farther down the stairs, as if his visitor had decided to withdraw. He rose, o... | his door. This done, he sharpened a pencil, lit a reading-lamp and opened his book. But still he hesitated to take his seat. He scratched the rook, he walked to the window; he parted the curtains, and looked down upon the city which lay, hazily luminous, beneath him. He looked across the vapors in the direction of Chel... | and he forgot that the hour of work was wasting minute by minute. He was roused by a creak upon the stair. With a guilty start he composed himself, frowned and looked intently at the fifty-sixth page of his volume. A step paused outside his door, and he knew that the person, whoever it might be, was considering the pla... | Night And Day |
"In some ways he s fearfully backward, though, compared with what you were at his age. And he s difficult at home, too. He makes Molly slave for him." | Joan | recalled her mind, and assented.<|quote|>"In some ways he s fearfully backward, though, compared with what you were at his age. And he s difficult at home, too. He makes Molly slave for him."</|quote|>Ralph made a sound which | might be, but at once recalled her mind, and assented.<|quote|>"In some ways he s fearfully backward, though, compared with what you were at his age. And he s difficult at home, too. He makes Molly slave for him."</|quote|>Ralph made a sound which belittled this particular argument. It | it." "He s got brains, hasn t he?" said Ralph. His tone had taken on that shade of pugnacity which suggested to his sister that some personal grievance drove him to take the line he did. She wondered what it might be, but at once recalled her mind, and assented.<|quote|>"In some ways he s fearfully backward, though, co... | head, and for a time they sat silent. The lines curved themselves in semicircles above their eyes. "She doesn t understand that one s got to take risks," he observed, finally. "I believe mother would take risks if she knew that Charles was the sort of boy to profit by it." "He s got brains, hasn t he?" said Ralph. His ... | She then said, without any preface: "It s about Charles and Uncle John s offer.... Mother s been talking to me. She says she can t afford to pay for him after this term. She says she ll have to ask for an overdraft as it is." "That s simply not true," said Ralph. "No. I thought not. But she won t believe me when I say ... | rather farther down the stairs, as if his visitor had decided to withdraw. He rose, opened the door with unnecessary abruptness, and waited on the landing. The person stopped simultaneously half a flight downstairs. "Ralph?" said a voice, inquiringly. "Joan?" "I was coming up, but I saw your notice." "Well, come along ... | which lay, hazily luminous, beneath him. He looked across the vapors in the direction of Chelsea; looked fixedly for a moment, and then returned to his chair. But the whole thickness of some learned counsel s treatise upon Torts did not screen him satisfactorily. Through the pages he saw a drawing-room, very empty and ... | in a family unless every breach of it is punished severely for the first six months or so. But Ralph was conscious of a distinct wish to be interrupted, and his disappointment was perceptible when he heard the creaking sound rather farther down the stairs, as if his visitor had decided to withdraw. He rose, opened the ... | Night And Day |
Ralph made a sound which belittled this particular argument. It was plain to Joan that she had struck one of her brother s perverse moods, and he was going to oppose whatever his mother said. He called her | No speaker | makes Molly slave for him."<|quote|>Ralph made a sound which belittled this particular argument. It was plain to Joan that she had struck one of her brother s perverse moods, and he was going to oppose whatever his mother said. He called her</|quote|>"she," which was a proof | difficult at home, too. He makes Molly slave for him."<|quote|>Ralph made a sound which belittled this particular argument. It was plain to Joan that she had struck one of her brother s perverse moods, and he was going to oppose whatever his mother said. He called her</|quote|>"she," which was a proof of it. She sighed... | him to take the line he did. She wondered what it might be, but at once recalled her mind, and assented. "In some ways he s fearfully backward, though, compared with what you were at his age. And he s difficult at home, too. He makes Molly slave for him."<|quote|>Ralph made a sound which belittled this particular argum... | observed, finally. "I believe mother would take risks if she knew that Charles was the sort of boy to profit by it." "He s got brains, hasn t he?" said Ralph. His tone had taken on that shade of pugnacity which suggested to his sister that some personal grievance drove him to take the line he did. She wondered what it ... | for him after this term. She says she ll have to ask for an overdraft as it is." "That s simply not true," said Ralph. "No. I thought not. But she won t believe me when I say it." Ralph, as if he could foresee the length of this familiar argument, drew up a chair for his sister and sat down himself. "I m not interrupti... | simultaneously half a flight downstairs. "Ralph?" said a voice, inquiringly. "Joan?" "I was coming up, but I saw your notice." "Well, come along in, then." He concealed his desire beneath a tone as grudging as he could make it. Joan came in, but she was careful to show, by standing upright with one hand upon the mantel... | whole thickness of some learned counsel s treatise upon Torts did not screen him satisfactorily. Through the pages he saw a drawing-room, very empty and spacious; he heard low voices, he saw women s figures, he could even smell the scent of the cedar log which flamed in the grate. His mind relaxed its tension, and seem... | forgot that the hour of work was wasting minute by minute. He was roused by a creak upon the stair. With a guilty start he composed himself, frowned and looked intently at the fifty-sixth page of his volume. A step paused outside his door, and he knew that the person, whoever it might be, was considering the placard, a... | Night And Day |
"she," | Ralph Denham | mother said. He called her<|quote|>"she,"</|quote|>which was a proof of | going to oppose whatever his mother said. He called her<|quote|>"she,"</|quote|>which was a proof of it. She sighed involuntarily, and | he s difficult at home, too. He makes Molly slave for him." Ralph made a sound which belittled this particular argument. It was plain to Joan that she had struck one of her brother s perverse moods, and he was going to oppose whatever his mother said. He called her<|quote|>"she,"</|quote|>which was a proof of it. She s... | of pugnacity which suggested to his sister that some personal grievance drove him to take the line he did. She wondered what it might be, but at once recalled her mind, and assented. "In some ways he s fearfully backward, though, compared with what you were at his age. And he s difficult at home, too. He makes Molly sl... | it." Ralph, as if he could foresee the length of this familiar argument, drew up a chair for his sister and sat down himself. "I m not interrupting?" she inquired. Ralph shook his head, and for a time they sat silent. The lines curved themselves in semicircles above their eyes. "She doesn t understand that one s got to... | it. Joan came in, but she was careful to show, by standing upright with one hand upon the mantelpiece, that she was only there for a definite purpose, which discharged, she would go. She was older than Ralph by some three or four years. Her face was round but worn, and expressed that tolerant but anxious good humor whi... | smell the scent of the cedar log which flamed in the grate. His mind relaxed its tension, and seemed to be giving out now what it had taken in unconsciously at the time. He could remember Mr. Fortescue s exact words, and the rolling emphasis with which he delivered them, and he began to repeat what Mr. Fortescue had sa... | said a voice, inquiringly. "Joan?" "I was coming up, but I saw your notice." "Well, come along in, then." He concealed his desire beneath a tone as grudging as he could make it. Joan came in, but she was careful to show, by standing upright with one hand upon the mantelpiece, that she was only there for a definite purp... | Night And Day |
which was a proof of it. She sighed involuntarily, and the sigh annoyed Ralph, and he exclaimed with irritation: | No speaker | said. He called her "she,"<|quote|>which was a proof of it. She sighed involuntarily, and the sigh annoyed Ralph, and he exclaimed with irritation:</|quote|>"It s pretty hard lines | to oppose whatever his mother said. He called her "she,"<|quote|>which was a proof of it. She sighed involuntarily, and the sigh annoyed Ralph, and he exclaimed with irritation:</|quote|>"It s pretty hard lines to stick a boy into | s difficult at home, too. He makes Molly slave for him." Ralph made a sound which belittled this particular argument. It was plain to Joan that she had struck one of her brother s perverse moods, and he was going to oppose whatever his mother said. He called her "she,"<|quote|>which was a proof of it. She sighed involu... | pugnacity which suggested to his sister that some personal grievance drove him to take the line he did. She wondered what it might be, but at once recalled her mind, and assented. "In some ways he s fearfully backward, though, compared with what you were at his age. And he s difficult at home, too. He makes Molly slave... | Ralph, as if he could foresee the length of this familiar argument, drew up a chair for his sister and sat down himself. "I m not interrupting?" she inquired. Ralph shook his head, and for a time they sat silent. The lines curved themselves in semicircles above their eyes. "She doesn t understand that one s got to take... | Joan came in, but she was careful to show, by standing upright with one hand upon the mantelpiece, that she was only there for a definite purpose, which discharged, she would go. She was older than Ralph by some three or four years. Her face was round but worn, and expressed that tolerant but anxious good humor which i... | the scent of the cedar log which flamed in the grate. His mind relaxed its tension, and seemed to be giving out now what it had taken in unconsciously at the time. He could remember Mr. Fortescue s exact words, and the rolling emphasis with which he delivered them, and he began to repeat what Mr. Fortescue had said, in... | he could make it. Joan came in, but she was careful to show, by standing upright with one hand upon the mantelpiece, that she was only there for a definite purpose, which discharged, she would go. She was older than Ralph by some three or four years. Her face was round but worn, and expressed that tolerant but anxious ... | Night And Day |
"It s pretty hard lines to stick a boy into an office at seventeen!" | Ralph Denham | and he exclaimed with irritation:<|quote|>"It s pretty hard lines to stick a boy into an office at seventeen!"</|quote|>"Nobody _wants_ to stick him | and the sigh annoyed Ralph, and he exclaimed with irritation:<|quote|>"It s pretty hard lines to stick a boy into an office at seventeen!"</|quote|>"Nobody _wants_ to stick him into an office," she said. | argument. It was plain to Joan that she had struck one of her brother s perverse moods, and he was going to oppose whatever his mother said. He called her "she," which was a proof of it. She sighed involuntarily, and the sigh annoyed Ralph, and he exclaimed with irritation:<|quote|>"It s pretty hard lines to stick a bo... | wondered what it might be, but at once recalled her mind, and assented. "In some ways he s fearfully backward, though, compared with what you were at his age. And he s difficult at home, too. He makes Molly slave for him." Ralph made a sound which belittled this particular argument. It was plain to Joan that she had st... | and sat down himself. "I m not interrupting?" she inquired. Ralph shook his head, and for a time they sat silent. The lines curved themselves in semicircles above their eyes. "She doesn t understand that one s got to take risks," he observed, finally. "I believe mother would take risks if she knew that Charles was the ... | she was only there for a definite purpose, which discharged, she would go. She was older than Ralph by some three or four years. Her face was round but worn, and expressed that tolerant but anxious good humor which is the special attribute of elder sisters in large families. Her pleasant brown eyes resembled Ralph s, s... | be giving out now what it had taken in unconsciously at the time. He could remember Mr. Fortescue s exact words, and the rolling emphasis with which he delivered them, and he began to repeat what Mr. Fortescue had said, in Mr. Fortescue s own manner, about Manchester. His mind then began to wander about the house, and ... | your notice." "Well, come along in, then." He concealed his desire beneath a tone as grudging as he could make it. Joan came in, but she was careful to show, by standing upright with one hand upon the mantelpiece, that she was only there for a definite purpose, which discharged, she would go. She was older than Ralph b... | Night And Day |
"Nobody _wants_ to stick him into an office," | Joan | into an office at seventeen!"<|quote|>"Nobody _wants_ to stick him into an office,"</|quote|>she said. She, too, was | lines to stick a boy into an office at seventeen!"<|quote|>"Nobody _wants_ to stick him into an office,"</|quote|>she said. She, too, was becoming annoyed. She had spent | s perverse moods, and he was going to oppose whatever his mother said. He called her "she," which was a proof of it. She sighed involuntarily, and the sigh annoyed Ralph, and he exclaimed with irritation: "It s pretty hard lines to stick a boy into an office at seventeen!"<|quote|>"Nobody _wants_ to stick him into an o... | some ways he s fearfully backward, though, compared with what you were at his age. And he s difficult at home, too. He makes Molly slave for him." Ralph made a sound which belittled this particular argument. It was plain to Joan that she had struck one of her brother s perverse moods, and he was going to oppose whateve... | and for a time they sat silent. The lines curved themselves in semicircles above their eyes. "She doesn t understand that one s got to take risks," he observed, finally. "I believe mother would take risks if she knew that Charles was the sort of boy to profit by it." "He s got brains, hasn t he?" said Ralph. His tone h... | was older than Ralph by some three or four years. Her face was round but worn, and expressed that tolerant but anxious good humor which is the special attribute of elder sisters in large families. Her pleasant brown eyes resembled Ralph s, save in expression, for whereas he seemed to look straightly and keenly at one o... | could remember Mr. Fortescue s exact words, and the rolling emphasis with which he delivered them, and he began to repeat what Mr. Fortescue had said, in Mr. Fortescue s own manner, about Manchester. His mind then began to wander about the house, and he wondered whether there were other rooms like the drawing-room, and... | landing. The person stopped simultaneously half a flight downstairs. "Ralph?" said a voice, inquiringly. "Joan?" "I was coming up, but I saw your notice." "Well, come along in, then." He concealed his desire beneath a tone as grudging as he could make it. Joan came in, but she was careful to show, by standing upright w... | Night And Day |
she said. She, too, was becoming annoyed. She had spent the whole of the afternoon discussing wearisome details of education and expense with her mother, and she had come to her brother for help, encouraged, rather irrationally, to expect help by the fact that he had been out somewhere, she didn t know and didn t mean ... | No speaker | stick him into an office,"<|quote|>she said. She, too, was becoming annoyed. She had spent the whole of the afternoon discussing wearisome details of education and expense with her mother, and she had come to her brother for help, encouraged, rather irrationally, to expect help by the fact that he had been out somewher... | at seventeen!" "Nobody _wants_ to stick him into an office,"<|quote|>she said. She, too, was becoming annoyed. She had spent the whole of the afternoon discussing wearisome details of education and expense with her mother, and she had come to her brother for help, encouraged, rather irrationally, to expect help by the ... | oppose whatever his mother said. He called her "she," which was a proof of it. She sighed involuntarily, and the sigh annoyed Ralph, and he exclaimed with irritation: "It s pretty hard lines to stick a boy into an office at seventeen!" "Nobody _wants_ to stick him into an office,"<|quote|>she said. She, too, was becomi... | with what you were at his age. And he s difficult at home, too. He makes Molly slave for him." Ralph made a sound which belittled this particular argument. It was plain to Joan that she had struck one of her brother s perverse moods, and he was going to oppose whatever his mother said. He called her "she," which was a ... | lines curved themselves in semicircles above their eyes. "She doesn t understand that one s got to take risks," he observed, finally. "I believe mother would take risks if she knew that Charles was the sort of boy to profit by it." "He s got brains, hasn t he?" said Ralph. His tone had taken on that shade of pugnacity ... | four years. Her face was round but worn, and expressed that tolerant but anxious good humor which is the special attribute of elder sisters in large families. Her pleasant brown eyes resembled Ralph s, save in expression, for whereas he seemed to look straightly and keenly at one object, she appeared to be in the habit... | the rolling emphasis with which he delivered them, and he began to repeat what Mr. Fortescue had said, in Mr. Fortescue s own manner, about Manchester. His mind then began to wander about the house, and he wondered whether there were other rooms like the drawing-room, and he thought, inconsequently, how beautiful the b... | Ralph, as if he could foresee the length of this familiar argument, drew up a chair for his sister and sat down himself. "I m not interrupting?" she inquired. Ralph shook his head, and for a time they sat silent. The lines curved themselves in semicircles above their eyes. "She doesn t understand that one s got to take... | Night And Day |
"The truth is," | Ralph Denham | be laid on her shoulders.<|quote|>"The truth is,"</|quote|>he observed gloomily, "that I | that all these burdens should be laid on her shoulders.<|quote|>"The truth is,"</|quote|>he observed gloomily, "that I ought to have accepted Uncle | help by the fact that he had been out somewhere, she didn t know and didn t mean to ask where, all the afternoon. Ralph was fond of his sister, and her irritation made him think how unfair it was that all these burdens should be laid on her shoulders.<|quote|>"The truth is,"</|quote|>he observed gloomily, "that I ought... | office at seventeen!" "Nobody _wants_ to stick him into an office," she said. She, too, was becoming annoyed. She had spent the whole of the afternoon discussing wearisome details of education and expense with her mother, and she had come to her brother for help, encouraged, rather irrationally, to expect help by the f... | and assented. "In some ways he s fearfully backward, though, compared with what you were at his age. And he s difficult at home, too. He makes Molly slave for him." Ralph made a sound which belittled this particular argument. It was plain to Joan that she had struck one of her brother s perverse moods, and he was going... | the rook. She then said, without any preface: "It s about Charles and Uncle John s offer.... Mother s been talking to me. She says she can t afford to pay for him after this term. She says she ll have to ask for an overdraft as it is." "That s simply not true," said Ralph. "No. I thought not. But she won t believe me w... | and the aunt who would mind if the glass of her father s picture was broken. Miss Hilbery had changed her dress ("although she s wearing such a pretty one," he heard her mother say), and she was talking to Mr. Anning, who was well over forty, and bald into the bargain, about books. How peaceful and spacious it was; and... | as grudging as he could make it. Joan came in, but she was careful to show, by standing upright with one hand upon the mantelpiece, that she was only there for a definite purpose, which discharged, she would go. She was older than Ralph by some three or four years. Her face was round but worn, and expressed that tolera... | Night And Day |
he observed gloomily, | No speaker | her shoulders. "The truth is,"<|quote|>he observed gloomily,</|quote|>"that I ought to have | burdens should be laid on her shoulders. "The truth is,"<|quote|>he observed gloomily,</|quote|>"that I ought to have accepted Uncle John s offer. | fact that he had been out somewhere, she didn t know and didn t mean to ask where, all the afternoon. Ralph was fond of his sister, and her irritation made him think how unfair it was that all these burdens should be laid on her shoulders. "The truth is,"<|quote|>he observed gloomily,</|quote|>"that I ought to have acc... | "Nobody _wants_ to stick him into an office," she said. She, too, was becoming annoyed. She had spent the whole of the afternoon discussing wearisome details of education and expense with her mother, and she had come to her brother for help, encouraged, rather irrationally, to expect help by the fact that he had been o... | some ways he s fearfully backward, though, compared with what you were at his age. And he s difficult at home, too. He makes Molly slave for him." Ralph made a sound which belittled this particular argument. It was plain to Joan that she had struck one of her brother s perverse moods, and he was going to oppose whateve... | then said, without any preface: "It s about Charles and Uncle John s offer.... Mother s been talking to me. She says she can t afford to pay for him after this term. She says she ll have to ask for an overdraft as it is." "That s simply not true," said Ralph. "No. I thought not. But she won t believe me when I say it."... | who would mind if the glass of her father s picture was broken. Miss Hilbery had changed her dress ("although she s wearing such a pretty one," he heard her mother say), and she was talking to Mr. Anning, who was well over forty, and bald into the bargain, about books. How peaceful and spacious it was; and the peace po... | familiar argument, drew up a chair for his sister and sat down himself. "I m not interrupting?" she inquired. Ralph shook his head, and for a time they sat silent. The lines curved themselves in semicircles above their eyes. "She doesn t understand that one s got to take risks," he observed, finally. "I believe mother ... | Night And Day |
"that I ought to have accepted Uncle John s offer. I should have been making six hundred a year by this time." | Ralph Denham | truth is," he observed gloomily,<|quote|>"that I ought to have accepted Uncle John s offer. I should have been making six hundred a year by this time."</|quote|>"I don t think that | laid on her shoulders. "The truth is," he observed gloomily,<|quote|>"that I ought to have accepted Uncle John s offer. I should have been making six hundred a year by this time."</|quote|>"I don t think that for a moment," Joan replied | had been out somewhere, she didn t know and didn t mean to ask where, all the afternoon. Ralph was fond of his sister, and her irritation made him think how unfair it was that all these burdens should be laid on her shoulders. "The truth is," he observed gloomily,<|quote|>"that I ought to have accepted Uncle John s off... | stick him into an office," she said. She, too, was becoming annoyed. She had spent the whole of the afternoon discussing wearisome details of education and expense with her mother, and she had come to her brother for help, encouraged, rather irrationally, to expect help by the fact that he had been out somewhere, she d... | s fearfully backward, though, compared with what you were at his age. And he s difficult at home, too. He makes Molly slave for him." Ralph made a sound which belittled this particular argument. It was plain to Joan that she had struck one of her brother s perverse moods, and he was going to oppose whatever his mother ... | any preface: "It s about Charles and Uncle John s offer.... Mother s been talking to me. She says she can t afford to pay for him after this term. She says she ll have to ask for an overdraft as it is." "That s simply not true," said Ralph. "No. I thought not. But she won t believe me when I say it." Ralph, as if he co... | if the glass of her father s picture was broken. Miss Hilbery had changed her dress ("although she s wearing such a pretty one," he heard her mother say), and she was talking to Mr. Anning, who was well over forty, and bald into the bargain, about books. How peaceful and spacious it was; and the peace possessed him so ... | careful to show, by standing upright with one hand upon the mantelpiece, that she was only there for a definite purpose, which discharged, she would go. She was older than Ralph by some three or four years. Her face was round but worn, and expressed that tolerant but anxious good humor which is the special attribute of... | Night And Day |
"I don t think that for a moment," | Joan | a year by this time."<|quote|>"I don t think that for a moment,"</|quote|>Joan replied quickly, repenting of | have been making six hundred a year by this time."<|quote|>"I don t think that for a moment,"</|quote|>Joan replied quickly, repenting of her annoyance. "The question, to | his sister, and her irritation made him think how unfair it was that all these burdens should be laid on her shoulders. "The truth is," he observed gloomily, "that I ought to have accepted Uncle John s offer. I should have been making six hundred a year by this time."<|quote|>"I don t think that for a moment,"</|quote|... | details of education and expense with her mother, and she had come to her brother for help, encouraged, rather irrationally, to expect help by the fact that he had been out somewhere, she didn t know and didn t mean to ask where, all the afternoon. Ralph was fond of his sister, and her irritation made him think how unf... | slave for him." Ralph made a sound which belittled this particular argument. It was plain to Joan that she had struck one of her brother s perverse moods, and he was going to oppose whatever his mother said. He called her "she," which was a proof of it. She sighed involuntarily, and the sigh annoyed Ralph, and he excla... | afford to pay for him after this term. She says she ll have to ask for an overdraft as it is." "That s simply not true," said Ralph. "No. I thought not. But she won t believe me when I say it." Ralph, as if he could foresee the length of this familiar argument, drew up a chair for his sister and sat down himself. "I m ... | pretty one," he heard her mother say), and she was talking to Mr. Anning, who was well over forty, and bald into the bargain, about books. How peaceful and spacious it was; and the peace possessed him so completely that his muscles slackened, his book drooped from his hand, and he forgot that the hour of work was wasti... | in, then." He concealed his desire beneath a tone as grudging as he could make it. Joan came in, but she was careful to show, by standing upright with one hand upon the mantelpiece, that she was only there for a definite purpose, which discharged, she would go. She was older than Ralph by some three or four years. Her ... | Night And Day |
Joan replied quickly, repenting of her annoyance. | No speaker | think that for a moment,"<|quote|>Joan replied quickly, repenting of her annoyance.</|quote|>"The question, to my mind, | this time." "I don t think that for a moment,"<|quote|>Joan replied quickly, repenting of her annoyance.</|quote|>"The question, to my mind, is, whether we couldn t | how unfair it was that all these burdens should be laid on her shoulders. "The truth is," he observed gloomily, "that I ought to have accepted Uncle John s offer. I should have been making six hundred a year by this time." "I don t think that for a moment,"<|quote|>Joan replied quickly, repenting of her annoyance.</|qu... | and she had come to her brother for help, encouraged, rather irrationally, to expect help by the fact that he had been out somewhere, she didn t know and didn t mean to ask where, all the afternoon. Ralph was fond of his sister, and her irritation made him think how unfair it was that all these burdens should be laid o... | belittled this particular argument. It was plain to Joan that she had struck one of her brother s perverse moods, and he was going to oppose whatever his mother said. He called her "she," which was a proof of it. She sighed involuntarily, and the sigh annoyed Ralph, and he exclaimed with irritation: "It s pretty hard l... | She says she ll have to ask for an overdraft as it is." "That s simply not true," said Ralph. "No. I thought not. But she won t believe me when I say it." Ralph, as if he could foresee the length of this familiar argument, drew up a chair for his sister and sat down himself. "I m not interrupting?" she inquired. Ralph ... | she was talking to Mr. Anning, who was well over forty, and bald into the bargain, about books. How peaceful and spacious it was; and the peace possessed him so completely that his muscles slackened, his book drooped from his hand, and he forgot that the hour of work was wasting minute by minute. He was roused by a cre... | Mother s been talking to me. She says she can t afford to pay for him after this term. She says she ll have to ask for an overdraft as it is." "That s simply not true," said Ralph. "No. I thought not. But she won t believe me when I say it." Ralph, as if he could foresee the length of this familiar argument, drew up a ... | Night And Day |
"The question, to my mind, is, whether we couldn t cut down our expenses in some way." | Joan | quickly, repenting of her annoyance.<|quote|>"The question, to my mind, is, whether we couldn t cut down our expenses in some way."</|quote|>"A smaller house?" "Fewer servants, | for a moment," Joan replied quickly, repenting of her annoyance.<|quote|>"The question, to my mind, is, whether we couldn t cut down our expenses in some way."</|quote|>"A smaller house?" "Fewer servants, perhaps." Neither brother nor sister | burdens should be laid on her shoulders. "The truth is," he observed gloomily, "that I ought to have accepted Uncle John s offer. I should have been making six hundred a year by this time." "I don t think that for a moment," Joan replied quickly, repenting of her annoyance.<|quote|>"The question, to my mind, is, whethe... | for help, encouraged, rather irrationally, to expect help by the fact that he had been out somewhere, she didn t know and didn t mean to ask where, all the afternoon. Ralph was fond of his sister, and her irritation made him think how unfair it was that all these burdens should be laid on her shoulders. "The truth is,"... | to Joan that she had struck one of her brother s perverse moods, and he was going to oppose whatever his mother said. He called her "she," which was a proof of it. She sighed involuntarily, and the sigh annoyed Ralph, and he exclaimed with irritation: "It s pretty hard lines to stick a boy into an office at seventeen!"... | for an overdraft as it is." "That s simply not true," said Ralph. "No. I thought not. But she won t believe me when I say it." Ralph, as if he could foresee the length of this familiar argument, drew up a chair for his sister and sat down himself. "I m not interrupting?" she inquired. Ralph shook his head, and for a ti... | was well over forty, and bald into the bargain, about books. How peaceful and spacious it was; and the peace possessed him so completely that his muscles slackened, his book drooped from his hand, and he forgot that the hour of work was wasting minute by minute. He was roused by a creak upon the stair. With a guilty st... | mother would take risks if she knew that Charles was the sort of boy to profit by it." "He s got brains, hasn t he?" said Ralph. His tone had taken on that shade of pugnacity which suggested to his sister that some personal grievance drove him to take the line he did. She wondered what it might be, but at once recalled... | Night And Day |
"A smaller house?" | Ralph Denham | our expenses in some way."<|quote|>"A smaller house?"</|quote|>"Fewer servants, perhaps." Neither brother | we couldn t cut down our expenses in some way."<|quote|>"A smaller house?"</|quote|>"Fewer servants, perhaps." Neither brother nor sister spoke with much | have accepted Uncle John s offer. I should have been making six hundred a year by this time." "I don t think that for a moment," Joan replied quickly, repenting of her annoyance. "The question, to my mind, is, whether we couldn t cut down our expenses in some way."<|quote|>"A smaller house?"</|quote|>"Fewer servants, p... | she didn t know and didn t mean to ask where, all the afternoon. Ralph was fond of his sister, and her irritation made him think how unfair it was that all these burdens should be laid on her shoulders. "The truth is," he observed gloomily, "that I ought to have accepted Uncle John s offer. I should have been making si... | to oppose whatever his mother said. He called her "she," which was a proof of it. She sighed involuntarily, and the sigh annoyed Ralph, and he exclaimed with irritation: "It s pretty hard lines to stick a boy into an office at seventeen!" "Nobody _wants_ to stick him into an office," she said. She, too, was becoming an... | But she won t believe me when I say it." Ralph, as if he could foresee the length of this familiar argument, drew up a chair for his sister and sat down himself. "I m not interrupting?" she inquired. Ralph shook his head, and for a time they sat silent. The lines curved themselves in semicircles above their eyes. "She ... | and the peace possessed him so completely that his muscles slackened, his book drooped from his hand, and he forgot that the hour of work was wasting minute by minute. He was roused by a creak upon the stair. With a guilty start he composed himself, frowned and looked intently at the fifty-sixth page of his volume. A s... | semicircles above their eyes. "She doesn t understand that one s got to take risks," he observed, finally. "I believe mother would take risks if she knew that Charles was the sort of boy to profit by it." "He s got brains, hasn t he?" said Ralph. His tone had taken on that shade of pugnacity which suggested to his sist... | Night And Day |
"Fewer servants, perhaps." | Joan | some way." "A smaller house?"<|quote|>"Fewer servants, perhaps."</|quote|>Neither brother nor sister spoke | cut down our expenses in some way." "A smaller house?"<|quote|>"Fewer servants, perhaps."</|quote|>Neither brother nor sister spoke with much conviction, and after | John s offer. I should have been making six hundred a year by this time." "I don t think that for a moment," Joan replied quickly, repenting of her annoyance. "The question, to my mind, is, whether we couldn t cut down our expenses in some way." "A smaller house?"<|quote|>"Fewer servants, perhaps."</|quote|>Neither bro... | know and didn t mean to ask where, all the afternoon. Ralph was fond of his sister, and her irritation made him think how unfair it was that all these burdens should be laid on her shoulders. "The truth is," he observed gloomily, "that I ought to have accepted Uncle John s offer. I should have been making six hundred a... | his mother said. He called her "she," which was a proof of it. She sighed involuntarily, and the sigh annoyed Ralph, and he exclaimed with irritation: "It s pretty hard lines to stick a boy into an office at seventeen!" "Nobody _wants_ to stick him into an office," she said. She, too, was becoming annoyed. She had spen... | t believe me when I say it." Ralph, as if he could foresee the length of this familiar argument, drew up a chair for his sister and sat down himself. "I m not interrupting?" she inquired. Ralph shook his head, and for a time they sat silent. The lines curved themselves in semicircles above their eyes. "She doesn t unde... | possessed him so completely that his muscles slackened, his book drooped from his hand, and he forgot that the hour of work was wasting minute by minute. He was roused by a creak upon the stair. With a guilty start he composed himself, frowned and looked intently at the fifty-sixth page of his volume. A step paused out... | m not interrupting?" she inquired. Ralph shook his head, and for a time they sat silent. The lines curved themselves in semicircles above their eyes. "She doesn t understand that one s got to take risks," he observed, finally. "I believe mother would take risks if she knew that Charles was the sort of boy to profit by ... | Night And Day |
Neither brother nor sister spoke with much conviction, and after reflecting for a moment what these proposed reforms in a strictly economical household meant, Ralph announced very decidedly: | No speaker | smaller house?" "Fewer servants, perhaps."<|quote|>Neither brother nor sister spoke with much conviction, and after reflecting for a moment what these proposed reforms in a strictly economical household meant, Ralph announced very decidedly:</|quote|>"It s out of the | expenses in some way." "A smaller house?" "Fewer servants, perhaps."<|quote|>Neither brother nor sister spoke with much conviction, and after reflecting for a moment what these proposed reforms in a strictly economical household meant, Ralph announced very decidedly:</|quote|>"It s out of the question." It was out of | I should have been making six hundred a year by this time." "I don t think that for a moment," Joan replied quickly, repenting of her annoyance. "The question, to my mind, is, whether we couldn t cut down our expenses in some way." "A smaller house?" "Fewer servants, perhaps."<|quote|>Neither brother nor sister spoke w... | t mean to ask where, all the afternoon. Ralph was fond of his sister, and her irritation made him think how unfair it was that all these burdens should be laid on her shoulders. "The truth is," he observed gloomily, "that I ought to have accepted Uncle John s offer. I should have been making six hundred a year by this ... | He called her "she," which was a proof of it. She sighed involuntarily, and the sigh annoyed Ralph, and he exclaimed with irritation: "It s pretty hard lines to stick a boy into an office at seventeen!" "Nobody _wants_ to stick him into an office," she said. She, too, was becoming annoyed. She had spent the whole of th... | when I say it." Ralph, as if he could foresee the length of this familiar argument, drew up a chair for his sister and sat down himself. "I m not interrupting?" she inquired. Ralph shook his head, and for a time they sat silent. The lines curved themselves in semicircles above their eyes. "She doesn t understand that o... | completely that his muscles slackened, his book drooped from his hand, and he forgot that the hour of work was wasting minute by minute. He was roused by a creak upon the stair. With a guilty start he composed himself, frowned and looked intently at the fifty-sixth page of his volume. A step paused outside his door, an... | said, without any preface: "It s about Charles and Uncle John s offer.... Mother s been talking to me. She says she can t afford to pay for him after this term. She says she ll have to ask for an overdraft as it is." "That s simply not true," said Ralph. "No. I thought not. But she won t believe me when I say it." Ralp... | Night And Day |
"It s out of the question." | Ralph Denham | meant, Ralph announced very decidedly:<|quote|>"It s out of the question."</|quote|>It was out of the | in a strictly economical household meant, Ralph announced very decidedly:<|quote|>"It s out of the question."</|quote|>It was out of the question that she should put | question, to my mind, is, whether we couldn t cut down our expenses in some way." "A smaller house?" "Fewer servants, perhaps." Neither brother nor sister spoke with much conviction, and after reflecting for a moment what these proposed reforms in a strictly economical household meant, Ralph announced very decidedly:<|... | should be laid on her shoulders. "The truth is," he observed gloomily, "that I ought to have accepted Uncle John s offer. I should have been making six hundred a year by this time." "I don t think that for a moment," Joan replied quickly, repenting of her annoyance. "The question, to my mind, is, whether we couldn t cu... | to stick a boy into an office at seventeen!" "Nobody _wants_ to stick him into an office," she said. She, too, was becoming annoyed. She had spent the whole of the afternoon discussing wearisome details of education and expense with her mother, and she had come to her brother for help, encouraged, rather irrationally, ... | m not interrupting?" she inquired. Ralph shook his head, and for a time they sat silent. The lines curved themselves in semicircles above their eyes. "She doesn t understand that one s got to take risks," he observed, finally. "I believe mother would take risks if she knew that Charles was the sort of boy to profit by ... | a creak upon the stair. With a guilty start he composed himself, frowned and looked intently at the fifty-sixth page of his volume. A step paused outside his door, and he knew that the person, whoever it might be, was considering the placard, and debating whether to honor its decree or not. Certainly, policy advised hi... | of considering everything from many different points of view. This made her appear his elder by more years than existed in fact between them. Her gaze rested for a moment or two upon the rook. She then said, without any preface: "It s about Charles and Uncle John s offer.... Mother s been talking to me. She says she ca... | Night And Day |
It was out of the question that she should put any more household work upon herself. No, the hardship must fall on him, for he was determined that his family should have as many chances of distinguishing themselves as other families had as the Hilberys had, for example. He believed secretly and rather defiantly, for it... | No speaker | s out of the question."<|quote|>It was out of the question that she should put any more household work upon herself. No, the hardship must fall on him, for he was determined that his family should have as many chances of distinguishing themselves as other families had as the Hilberys had, for example. He believed secre... | Ralph announced very decidedly: "It s out of the question."<|quote|>It was out of the question that she should put any more household work upon herself. No, the hardship must fall on him, for he was determined that his family should have as many chances of distinguishing themselves as other families had as the Hilberys... | we couldn t cut down our expenses in some way." "A smaller house?" "Fewer servants, perhaps." Neither brother nor sister spoke with much conviction, and after reflecting for a moment what these proposed reforms in a strictly economical household meant, Ralph announced very decidedly: "It s out of the question."<|quote|... | "The truth is," he observed gloomily, "that I ought to have accepted Uncle John s offer. I should have been making six hundred a year by this time." "I don t think that for a moment," Joan replied quickly, repenting of her annoyance. "The question, to my mind, is, whether we couldn t cut down our expenses in some way."... | office at seventeen!" "Nobody _wants_ to stick him into an office," she said. She, too, was becoming annoyed. She had spent the whole of the afternoon discussing wearisome details of education and expense with her mother, and she had come to her brother for help, encouraged, rather irrationally, to expect help by the f... | shook his head, and for a time they sat silent. The lines curved themselves in semicircles above their eyes. "She doesn t understand that one s got to take risks," he observed, finally. "I believe mother would take risks if she knew that Charles was the sort of boy to profit by it." "He s got brains, hasn t he?" said R... | a guilty start he composed himself, frowned and looked intently at the fifty-sixth page of his volume. A step paused outside his door, and he knew that the person, whoever it might be, was considering the placard, and debating whether to honor its decree or not. Certainly, policy advised him to sit still in autocratic ... | appeared to be in the habit of considering everything from many different points of view. This made her appear his elder by more years than existed in fact between them. Her gaze rested for a moment or two upon the rook. She then said, without any preface: "It s about Charles and Uncle John s offer.... Mother s been ta... | Night And Day |
"If mother won t run risks" | Ralph Denham | very remarkable about his family.<|quote|>"If mother won t run risks"</|quote|>"You really can t expect | proof, that there was something very remarkable about his family.<|quote|>"If mother won t run risks"</|quote|>"You really can t expect her to sell out again." | him, for he was determined that his family should have as many chances of distinguishing themselves as other families had as the Hilberys had, for example. He believed secretly and rather defiantly, for it was a fact not capable of proof, that there was something very remarkable about his family.<|quote|>"If mother won... | much conviction, and after reflecting for a moment what these proposed reforms in a strictly economical household meant, Ralph announced very decidedly: "It s out of the question." It was out of the question that she should put any more household work upon herself. No, the hardship must fall on him, for he was determin... | the afternoon. Ralph was fond of his sister, and her irritation made him think how unfair it was that all these burdens should be laid on her shoulders. "The truth is," he observed gloomily, "that I ought to have accepted Uncle John s offer. I should have been making six hundred a year by this time." "I don t think tha... | suggested to his sister that some personal grievance drove him to take the line he did. She wondered what it might be, but at once recalled her mind, and assented. "In some ways he s fearfully backward, though, compared with what you were at his age. And he s difficult at home, too. He makes Molly slave for him." Ralph... | severely for the first six months or so. But Ralph was conscious of a distinct wish to be interrupted, and his disappointment was perceptible when he heard the creaking sound rather farther down the stairs, as if his visitor had decided to withdraw. He rose, opened the door with unnecessary abruptness, and waited on th... | afternoon discussing wearisome details of education and expense with her mother, and she had come to her brother for help, encouraged, rather irrationally, to expect help by the fact that he had been out somewhere, she didn t know and didn t mean to ask where, all the afternoon. Ralph was fond of his sister, and her ir... | Night And Day |
"You really can t expect her to sell out again." | Joan | mother won t run risks"<|quote|>"You really can t expect her to sell out again."</|quote|>"She ought to look upon | remarkable about his family. "If mother won t run risks"<|quote|>"You really can t expect her to sell out again."</|quote|>"She ought to look upon it as an investment; but | his family should have as many chances of distinguishing themselves as other families had as the Hilberys had, for example. He believed secretly and rather defiantly, for it was a fact not capable of proof, that there was something very remarkable about his family. "If mother won t run risks"<|quote|>"You really can t ... | a moment what these proposed reforms in a strictly economical household meant, Ralph announced very decidedly: "It s out of the question." It was out of the question that she should put any more household work upon herself. No, the hardship must fall on him, for he was determined that his family should have as many cha... | his sister, and her irritation made him think how unfair it was that all these burdens should be laid on her shoulders. "The truth is," he observed gloomily, "that I ought to have accepted Uncle John s offer. I should have been making six hundred a year by this time." "I don t think that for a moment," Joan replied qui... | personal grievance drove him to take the line he did. She wondered what it might be, but at once recalled her mind, and assented. "In some ways he s fearfully backward, though, compared with what you were at his age. And he s difficult at home, too. He makes Molly slave for him." Ralph made a sound which belittled this... | or so. But Ralph was conscious of a distinct wish to be interrupted, and his disappointment was perceptible when he heard the creaking sound rather farther down the stairs, as if his visitor had decided to withdraw. He rose, opened the door with unnecessary abruptness, and waited on the landing. The person stopped simu... | would take risks if she knew that Charles was the sort of boy to profit by it." "He s got brains, hasn t he?" said Ralph. His tone had taken on that shade of pugnacity which suggested to his sister that some personal grievance drove him to take the line he did. She wondered what it might be, but at once recalled her mi... | Night And Day |
"She ought to look upon it as an investment; but if she won t, we must find some other way, that s all." | Ralph Denham | her to sell out again."<|quote|>"She ought to look upon it as an investment; but if she won t, we must find some other way, that s all."</|quote|>A threat was contained in | "You really can t expect her to sell out again."<|quote|>"She ought to look upon it as an investment; but if she won t, we must find some other way, that s all."</|quote|>A threat was contained in this sentence, and Joan knew, | as other families had as the Hilberys had, for example. He believed secretly and rather defiantly, for it was a fact not capable of proof, that there was something very remarkable about his family. "If mother won t run risks" "You really can t expect her to sell out again."<|quote|>"She ought to look upon it as an inve... | household meant, Ralph announced very decidedly: "It s out of the question." It was out of the question that she should put any more household work upon herself. No, the hardship must fall on him, for he was determined that his family should have as many chances of distinguishing themselves as other families had as the... | it was that all these burdens should be laid on her shoulders. "The truth is," he observed gloomily, "that I ought to have accepted Uncle John s offer. I should have been making six hundred a year by this time." "I don t think that for a moment," Joan replied quickly, repenting of her annoyance. "The question, to my mi... | She wondered what it might be, but at once recalled her mind, and assented. "In some ways he s fearfully backward, though, compared with what you were at his age. And he s difficult at home, too. He makes Molly slave for him." Ralph made a sound which belittled this particular argument. It was plain to Joan that she ha... | to be interrupted, and his disappointment was perceptible when he heard the creaking sound rather farther down the stairs, as if his visitor had decided to withdraw. He rose, opened the door with unnecessary abruptness, and waited on the landing. The person stopped simultaneously half a flight downstairs. "Ralph?" said... | Ralph, and he exclaimed with irritation: "It s pretty hard lines to stick a boy into an office at seventeen!" "Nobody _wants_ to stick him into an office," she said. She, too, was becoming annoyed. She had spent the whole of the afternoon discussing wearisome details of education and expense with her mother, and she ha... | Night And Day |
A threat was contained in this sentence, and Joan knew, without asking, what the threat was. In the course of his professional life, which now extended over six or seven years, Ralph had saved, perhaps, three or four hundred pounds. Considering the sacrifices he had made in order to put by this sum it always amazed Joa... | No speaker | other way, that s all."<|quote|>A threat was contained in this sentence, and Joan knew, without asking, what the threat was. In the course of his professional life, which now extended over six or seven years, Ralph had saved, perhaps, three or four hundred pounds. Considering the sacrifices he had made in order to put ... | t, we must find some other way, that s all."<|quote|>A threat was contained in this sentence, and Joan knew, without asking, what the threat was. In the course of his professional life, which now extended over six or seven years, Ralph had saved, perhaps, three or four hundred pounds. Considering the sacrifices he had ... | of proof, that there was something very remarkable about his family. "If mother won t run risks" "You really can t expect her to sell out again." "She ought to look upon it as an investment; but if she won t, we must find some other way, that s all."<|quote|>A threat was contained in this sentence, and Joan knew, witho... | more household work upon herself. No, the hardship must fall on him, for he was determined that his family should have as many chances of distinguishing themselves as other families had as the Hilberys had, for example. He believed secretly and rather defiantly, for it was a fact not capable of proof, that there was so... | accepted Uncle John s offer. I should have been making six hundred a year by this time." "I don t think that for a moment," Joan replied quickly, repenting of her annoyance. "The question, to my mind, is, whether we couldn t cut down our expenses in some way." "A smaller house?" "Fewer servants, perhaps." Neither broth... | with what you were at his age. And he s difficult at home, too. He makes Molly slave for him." Ralph made a sound which belittled this particular argument. It was plain to Joan that she had struck one of her brother s perverse moods, and he was going to oppose whatever his mother said. He called her "she," which was a ... | had decided to withdraw. He rose, opened the door with unnecessary abruptness, and waited on the landing. The person stopped simultaneously half a flight downstairs. "Ralph?" said a voice, inquiringly. "Joan?" "I was coming up, but I saw your notice." "Well, come along in, then." He concealed his desire beneath a tone ... | it might be, but at once recalled her mind, and assented. "In some ways he s fearfully backward, though, compared with what you were at his age. And he s difficult at home, too. He makes Molly slave for him." Ralph made a sound which belittled this particular argument. It was plain to Joan that she had struck one of he... | Night And Day |
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