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"I think you d be foolish to risk your money on poor old Charles," | Joan | fresh aspect of his character.<|quote|>"I think you d be foolish to risk your money on poor old Charles,"</|quote|>she observed. "Fond as I | their gravity, to consider some fresh aspect of his character.<|quote|>"I think you d be foolish to risk your money on poor old Charles,"</|quote|>she observed. "Fond as I am of him, he doesn | of Spartan self-control and what appeared to her romantic and childish folly. Ralph interested her more than any one else in the world, and she often broke off in the middle of one of these economic discussions, in spite of their gravity, to consider some fresh aspect of his character.<|quote|>"I think you d be foolish... | he used it to gamble with, buying shares and selling them again, increasing it sometimes, sometimes diminishing it, and always running the risk of losing every penny of it in a day s disaster. But although she wondered, she could not help loving him the better for his odd combination of Spartan self-control and what ap... | 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." A threat was contained in this sentence, and Joan knew, without asking, what the threat was. In the course of his professional lif... | 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 time." "I don t think... | 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 after... | 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, "that I ought to have accepted Uncle John s offer. I should... | Night And Day |
she observed. | No speaker | money on poor old Charles,"<|quote|>she observed.</|quote|>"Fond as I am of | be foolish to risk your money on poor old Charles,"<|quote|>she observed.</|quote|>"Fond as I am of him, he doesn t seem | her more than any one else in the world, and she often broke off in the middle of one of these economic discussions, in spite of their gravity, to consider some fresh aspect of his character. "I think you d be foolish to risk your money on poor old Charles,"<|quote|>she observed.</|quote|>"Fond as I am of him, he doesn... | sometimes, sometimes diminishing it, and always running the risk of losing every penny of it in a day s disaster. But although she wondered, she could not help loving him the better for his odd combination of Spartan self-control and what appeared to her romantic and childish folly. Ralph interested her more than any o... | 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." 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, perh... | 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 quickly, repenting of her annoyance. "The q... | 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 after this term. She says she ll have to ask for an overdraft as it is." "That s ... | 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" "You really can t expect her to sell out again." "She ought to lo... | Night And Day |
"Fond as I am of him, he doesn t seem to me exactly brilliant.... Besides, why should you be sacrificed?" | Joan | poor old Charles," she observed.<|quote|>"Fond as I am of him, he doesn t seem to me exactly brilliant.... Besides, why should you be sacrificed?"</|quote|>"My dear Joan," Ralph exclaimed, | to risk your money on poor old Charles," she observed.<|quote|>"Fond as I am of him, he doesn t seem to me exactly brilliant.... Besides, why should you be sacrificed?"</|quote|>"My dear Joan," Ralph exclaimed, stretching himself out with a | than any one else in the world, and she often broke off in the middle of one of these economic discussions, in spite of their gravity, to consider some fresh aspect of his character. "I think you d be foolish to risk your money on poor old Charles," she observed.<|quote|>"Fond as I am of him, he doesn t seem to me exac... | diminishing it, and always running the risk of losing every penny of it in a day s disaster. But although she wondered, she could not help loving him the better for his odd combination of Spartan self-control and what appeared to her romantic and childish folly. Ralph interested her more than any one else in the world,... | again." "She ought to look upon it as an investment; but if she won t, we must find some other way, that s all." 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, thre... | 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 quickly, repenting of her annoyance. "The question, t... | 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 after this term. She says she ll have to ask for an overdraft as it is." "That s simply not tr... | 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 brother nor sister spoke with much... | Night And Day |
"My dear Joan," | Ralph Denham | why should you be sacrificed?"<|quote|>"My dear Joan,"</|quote|>Ralph exclaimed, stretching himself out | to me exactly brilliant.... Besides, why should you be sacrificed?"<|quote|>"My dear Joan,"</|quote|>Ralph exclaimed, stretching himself out with a gesture of impatience, | discussions, in spite of their gravity, to consider some fresh aspect of his character. "I think you d be foolish to risk your money on poor old Charles," she observed. "Fond as I am of him, he doesn t seem to me exactly brilliant.... Besides, why should you be sacrificed?"<|quote|>"My dear Joan,"</|quote|>Ralph exclai... | she wondered, she could not help loving him the better for his odd combination of Spartan self-control and what appeared to her romantic and childish folly. Ralph interested her more than any one else in the world, and she often broke off in the middle of one of these economic discussions, in spite of their gravity, to... | way, that s all." 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... | 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." "A smaller house?" "Fewer servants, perhaps... | 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 could ... | 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 chances of distinguishi... | Night And Day |
Ralph exclaimed, stretching himself out with a gesture of impatience, | No speaker | be sacrificed?" "My dear Joan,"<|quote|>Ralph exclaimed, stretching himself out with a gesture of impatience,</|quote|>"don t you see that | brilliant.... Besides, why should you be sacrificed?" "My dear Joan,"<|quote|>Ralph exclaimed, stretching himself out with a gesture of impatience,</|quote|>"don t you see that we ve all got to | of their gravity, to consider some fresh aspect of his character. "I think you d be foolish to risk your money on poor old Charles," she observed. "Fond as I am of him, he doesn t seem to me exactly brilliant.... Besides, why should you be sacrificed?" "My dear Joan,"<|quote|>Ralph exclaimed, stretching himself out wit... | could not help loving him the better for his odd combination of Spartan self-control and what appeared to her romantic and childish folly. Ralph interested her more than any one else in the world, and she often broke off in the middle of one of these economic discussions, in spite of their gravity, to consider some fre... | all." 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 amaz... | 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." "A smaller house?" "Fewer servants, perhaps." Neither ... | 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 could foresee the len... | 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 spent the whole... | Night And Day |
"don t you see that we ve all got to be sacrificed? What s the use of denying it? What s the use of struggling against it? So it always has been, so it always will be. We ve got no money and we never shall have any money. We shall just turn round in the mill every day of our lives until we drop and die, worn out, as mo... | Ralph Denham | with a gesture of impatience,<|quote|>"don t you see that we ve all got to be sacrificed? What s the use of denying it? What s the use of struggling against it? So it always has been, so it always will be. We ve got no money and we never shall have any money. We shall just turn round in the mill every day of our lives ... | Ralph exclaimed, stretching himself out with a gesture of impatience,<|quote|>"don t you see that we ve all got to be sacrificed? What s the use of denying it? What s the use of struggling against it? So it always has been, so it always will be. We ve got no money and we never shall have any money. We shall just turn r... | character. "I think you d be foolish to risk your money on poor old Charles," she observed. "Fond as I am of him, he doesn t seem to me exactly brilliant.... Besides, why should you be sacrificed?" "My dear Joan," Ralph exclaimed, stretching himself out with a gesture of impatience,<|quote|>"don t you see that we ve al... | combination of Spartan self-control and what appeared to her romantic and childish folly. Ralph interested her more than any one else in the world, and she often broke off in the middle of one of these economic discussions, in spite of their gravity, to consider some fresh aspect of his character. "I think you d be foo... | 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 Joan to find that he used it to gamble with, buying s... | 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 brother nor sister spoke with much conviction, and af... | 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 his ... | 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." It was out of the quest... | Night And Day |
Joan looked at him, opened her lips as if to speak, and closed them again. Then she said, very tentatively: | No speaker | comes to think of it."<|quote|>Joan looked at him, opened her lips as if to speak, and closed them again. Then she said, very tentatively:</|quote|>"Aren t you happy, Ralph?" | most people do, when one comes to think of it."<|quote|>Joan looked at him, opened her lips as if to speak, and closed them again. Then she said, very tentatively:</|quote|>"Aren t you happy, Ralph?" "No. Are you? Perhaps I | has been, so it always will be. We ve got no money and we never shall have any money. We shall just turn round in the mill every day of our lives until we drop and die, worn out, as most people do, when one comes to think of it."<|quote|>Joan looked at him, opened her lips as if to speak, and closed them again. Then sh... | brilliant.... Besides, why should you be sacrificed?" "My dear Joan," Ralph exclaimed, stretching himself out with a gesture of impatience, "don t you see that we ve all got to be sacrificed? What s the use of denying it? What s the use of struggling against it? So it always has been, so it always will be. We ve got no... | in a day s disaster. But although she wondered, she could not help loving him the better for his odd combination of Spartan self-control and what appeared to her romantic and childish folly. Ralph interested her more than any one else in the world, and she often broke off in the middle of one of these economic discussi... | 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... | 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... | "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." "A smaller house?" "Fewer servants, p... | Night And Day |
"Aren t you happy, Ralph?" | Joan | Then she said, very tentatively:<|quote|>"Aren t you happy, Ralph?"</|quote|>"No. Are you? Perhaps I | speak, and closed them again. Then she said, very tentatively:<|quote|>"Aren t you happy, Ralph?"</|quote|>"No. Are you? Perhaps I m as happy as most | shall just turn round in the mill every day of our lives until we drop and die, worn out, as most people do, when one comes to think of it." Joan looked at him, opened her lips as if to speak, and closed them again. Then she said, very tentatively:<|quote|>"Aren t you happy, Ralph?"</|quote|>"No. Are you? Perhaps I m a... | "don t you see that we ve all got to be sacrificed? What s the use of denying it? What s the use of struggling against it? So it always has been, so it always will be. We ve got no money and we never shall have any money. We shall just turn round in the mill every day of our lives until we drop and die, worn out, as mo... | combination of Spartan self-control and what appeared to her romantic and childish folly. Ralph interested her more than any one else in the world, and she often broke off in the middle of one of these economic discussions, in spite of their gravity, to consider some fresh aspect of his character. "I think you d be foo... | 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 something very remarkable about his family. "If mother won... | 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 sister that some personal grievance dro... | 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 Joan to find that he used it to gamble with, buying shares and selling them again, increasing it someti... | Night And Day |
"No. Are you? Perhaps I m as happy as most people, though. God knows whether I m happy or not. What is happiness?" | Ralph Denham | "Aren t you happy, Ralph?"<|quote|>"No. Are you? Perhaps I m as happy as most people, though. God knows whether I m happy or not. What is happiness?"</|quote|>He glanced with half a | Then she said, very tentatively: "Aren t you happy, Ralph?"<|quote|>"No. Are you? Perhaps I m as happy as most people, though. God knows whether I m happy or not. What is happiness?"</|quote|>He glanced with half a smile, in spite of his | the mill every day of our lives until we drop and die, worn out, as most people do, when one comes to think of it." Joan looked at him, opened her lips as if to speak, and closed them again. Then she said, very tentatively: "Aren t you happy, Ralph?"<|quote|>"No. Are you? Perhaps I m as happy as most people, though. Go... | we ve all got to be sacrificed? What s the use of denying it? What s the use of struggling against it? So it always has been, so it always will be. We ve got no money and we never shall have any money. We shall just turn round in the mill every day of our lives until we drop and die, worn out, as most people do, when o... | what appeared to her romantic and childish folly. Ralph interested her more than any one else in the world, and she often broke off in the middle of one of these economic discussions, in spite of their gravity, to consider some fresh aspect of his character. "I think you d be foolish to risk your money on poor old Char... | 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. "If mother won t run risks" "You r... | 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 sister that some personal grievance drove him to take the line he d... | 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, "that I ought to have accepted Uncle John s offer. I should... | Night And Day |
He glanced with half a smile, in spite of his gloomy irritation, at his sister. She looked, as usual, as if she were weighing one thing with another, and balancing them together before she made up her mind. | No speaker | or not. What is happiness?"<|quote|>He glanced with half a smile, in spite of his gloomy irritation, at his sister. She looked, as usual, as if she were weighing one thing with another, and balancing them together before she made up her mind.</|quote|>"Happiness," she remarked at length | knows whether I m happy or not. What is happiness?"<|quote|>He glanced with half a smile, in spite of his gloomy irritation, at his sister. She looked, as usual, as if she were weighing one thing with another, and balancing them together before she made up her mind.</|quote|>"Happiness," she remarked at length enigmati... | of it." Joan looked at him, opened her lips as if to speak, and closed them again. Then she said, very tentatively: "Aren t you happy, Ralph?" "No. Are you? Perhaps I m as happy as most people, though. God knows whether I m happy or not. What is happiness?"<|quote|>He glanced with half a smile, in spite of his gloomy i... | it always has been, so it always will be. We ve got no money and we never shall have any money. We shall just turn round in the mill every day of our lives until we drop and die, worn out, as most people do, when one comes to think of it." Joan looked at him, opened her lips as if to speak, and closed them again. Then ... | off in the middle of one of these economic discussions, in spite of their gravity, to consider some fresh aspect of his character. "I think you d be foolish to risk your money on poor old Charles," she observed. "Fond as I am of him, he doesn t seem to me exactly brilliant.... Besides, why should you be sacrificed?" "M... | 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." "She ought to look upon it as an investment; but if she won t, we must find some other way, that s al... | 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 mind, and assented. "In some ways he s fearfully backward, t... | again." "She ought to look upon it as an investment; but if she won t, we must find some other way, that s all." 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, thre... | Night And Day |
"Happiness," | Joan | she made up her mind.<|quote|>"Happiness,"</|quote|>she remarked at length enigmatically, | and balancing them together before she made up her mind.<|quote|>"Happiness,"</|quote|>she remarked at length enigmatically, rather as if she were | though. God knows whether I m happy or not. What is happiness?" He glanced with half a smile, in spite of his gloomy irritation, at his sister. She looked, as usual, as if she were weighing one thing with another, and balancing them together before she made up her mind.<|quote|>"Happiness,"</|quote|>she remarked at len... | die, worn out, as most people do, when one comes to think of it." Joan looked at him, opened her lips as if to speak, and closed them again. Then she said, very tentatively: "Aren t you happy, Ralph?" "No. Are you? Perhaps I m as happy as most people, though. God knows whether I m happy or not. What is happiness?" He g... | observed. "Fond as I am of him, he doesn t seem to me exactly brilliant.... Besides, why should you be sacrificed?" "My dear Joan," Ralph exclaimed, stretching himself out with a gesture of impatience, "don t you see that we ve all got to be sacrificed? What s the use of denying it? What s the use of struggling against... | 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." 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, ... | 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 particular argument. It was plain to Joan tha... | one else in the world, and she often broke off in the middle of one of these economic discussions, in spite of their gravity, to consider some fresh aspect of his character. "I think you d be foolish to risk your money on poor old Charles," she observed. "Fond as I am of him, he doesn t seem to me exactly brilliant....... | Night And Day |
she remarked at length enigmatically, rather as if she were sampling the word, and then she paused. She paused for a considerable space, as if she were considering happiness in all its bearings. | No speaker | made up her mind. "Happiness,"<|quote|>she remarked at length enigmatically, rather as if she were sampling the word, and then she paused. She paused for a considerable space, as if she were considering happiness in all its bearings.</|quote|>"Hilda was here to-day," she | balancing them together before she made up her mind. "Happiness,"<|quote|>she remarked at length enigmatically, rather as if she were sampling the word, and then she paused. She paused for a considerable space, as if she were considering happiness in all its bearings.</|quote|>"Hilda was here to-day," she suddenly resu... | God knows whether I m happy or not. What is happiness?" He glanced with half a smile, in spite of his gloomy irritation, at his sister. She looked, as usual, as if she were weighing one thing with another, and balancing them together before she made up her mind. "Happiness,"<|quote|>she remarked at length enigmatically... | worn out, as most people do, when one comes to think of it." Joan looked at him, opened her lips as if to speak, and closed them again. Then she said, very tentatively: "Aren t you happy, Ralph?" "No. Are you? Perhaps I m as happy as most people, though. God knows whether I m happy or not. What is happiness?" He glance... | "Fond as I am of him, he doesn t seem to me exactly brilliant.... Besides, why should you be sacrificed?" "My dear Joan," Ralph exclaimed, stretching himself out with a gesture of impatience, "don t you see that we ve all got to be sacrificed? What s the use of denying it? What s the use of struggling against it? So it... | again." "She ought to look upon it as an investment; but if she won t, we must find some other way, that s all." 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, thre... | 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 particular argument. It was plain to Joan that s... | by this sum it always amazed Joan to find that he used it to gamble with, buying shares and selling them again, increasing it sometimes, sometimes diminishing it, and always running the risk of losing every penny of it in a day s disaster. But although she wondered, she could not help loving him the better for his odd ... | Night And Day |
"Hilda was here to-day," | Joan | happiness in all its bearings.<|quote|>"Hilda was here to-day,"</|quote|>she suddenly resumed, as if | as if she were considering happiness in all its bearings.<|quote|>"Hilda was here to-day,"</|quote|>she suddenly resumed, as if they had never mentioned happiness. | were weighing one thing with another, and balancing them together before she made up her mind. "Happiness," she remarked at length enigmatically, rather as if she were sampling the word, and then she paused. She paused for a considerable space, as if she were considering happiness in all its bearings.<|quote|>"Hilda wa... | "Aren t you happy, Ralph?" "No. Are you? Perhaps I m as happy as most people, though. God knows whether I m happy or not. What is happiness?" He glanced with half a smile, in spite of his gloomy irritation, at his sister. She looked, as usual, as if she were weighing one thing with another, and balancing them together ... | "don t you see that we ve all got to be sacrificed? What s the use of denying it? What s the use of struggling against it? So it always has been, so it always will be. We ve got no money and we never shall have any money. We shall just turn round in the mill every day of our lives until we drop and die, worn out, as mo... | 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 Joan to find that he used it to gamble with, buying s... | 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 proof of it. She sighed involuntarily,... | better for his odd combination of Spartan self-control and what appeared to her romantic and childish folly. Ralph interested her more than any one else in the world, and she often broke off in the middle of one of these economic discussions, in spite of their gravity, to consider some fresh aspect of his character. "I... | Night And Day |
she suddenly resumed, as if they had never mentioned happiness. | No speaker | bearings. "Hilda was here to-day,"<|quote|>she suddenly resumed, as if they had never mentioned happiness.</|quote|>"She brought Bobbie he s | considering happiness in all its bearings. "Hilda was here to-day,"<|quote|>she suddenly resumed, as if they had never mentioned happiness.</|quote|>"She brought Bobbie he s a fine boy now." Ralph | with another, and balancing them together before she made up her mind. "Happiness," she remarked at length enigmatically, rather as if she were sampling the word, and then she paused. She paused for a considerable space, as if she were considering happiness in all its bearings. "Hilda was here to-day,"<|quote|>she sudd... | Ralph?" "No. Are you? Perhaps I m as happy as most people, though. God knows whether I m happy or not. What is happiness?" He glanced with half a smile, in spite of his gloomy irritation, at his sister. She looked, as usual, as if she were weighing one thing with another, and balancing them together before she made up ... | that we ve all got to be sacrificed? What s the use of denying it? What s the use of struggling against it? So it always has been, so it always will be. We ve got no money and we never shall have any money. We shall just turn round in the mill every day of our lives until we drop and die, worn out, as most people do, w... | 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 Joan to find that he used it to gamble with, buying shares and selling them agai... | 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 proof of it. She sighed involuntarily, and the sigh annoyed... | 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." A threat was contained in this sentence, and Joan knew, without asking, what the thr... | Night And Day |
"She brought Bobbie he s a fine boy now." | Joan | they had never mentioned happiness.<|quote|>"She brought Bobbie he s a fine boy now."</|quote|>Ralph observed, with an amusement | she suddenly resumed, as if they had never mentioned happiness.<|quote|>"She brought Bobbie he s a fine boy now."</|quote|>Ralph observed, with an amusement that had a tinge of | her mind. "Happiness," she remarked at length enigmatically, rather as if she were sampling the word, and then she paused. She paused for a considerable space, as if she were considering happiness in all its bearings. "Hilda was here to-day," she suddenly resumed, as if they had never mentioned happiness.<|quote|>"She ... | most people, though. God knows whether I m happy or not. What is happiness?" He glanced with half a smile, in spite of his gloomy irritation, at his sister. She looked, as usual, as if she were weighing one thing with another, and balancing them together before she made up her mind. "Happiness," she remarked at length ... | the use of denying it? What s the use of struggling against it? So it always has been, so it always will be. We ve got no money and we never shall have any money. We shall just turn round in the mill every day of our lives until we drop and die, worn out, as most people do, when one comes to think of it." Joan looked a... | 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 Joan to find that he used it to gamble with, buying shares and selling them again, increasing it sometimes, sometimes diminishing it, an... | 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 exclaimed with irritation: "It s p... | the risk of losing every penny of it in a day s disaster. But although she wondered, she could not help loving him the better for his odd combination of Spartan self-control and what appeared to her romantic and childish folly. Ralph interested her more than any one else in the world, and she often broke off in the mid... | Night And Day |
Ralph observed, with an amusement that had a tinge of irony in it, that she was now going to sidle away quickly from this dangerous approach to intimacy on to topics of general and family interest. Nevertheless, he reflected, she was the only one of his family with whom he found it possible to discuss happiness, althou... | No speaker | s a fine boy now."<|quote|>Ralph observed, with an amusement that had a tinge of irony in it, that she was now going to sidle away quickly from this dangerous approach to intimacy on to topics of general and family interest. Nevertheless, he reflected, she was the only one of his family with whom he found it possible t... | happiness. "She brought Bobbie he s a fine boy now."<|quote|>Ralph observed, with an amusement that had a tinge of irony in it, that she was now going to sidle away quickly from this dangerous approach to intimacy on to topics of general and family interest. Nevertheless, he reflected, she was the only one of his famil... | as if she were sampling the word, and then she paused. She paused for a considerable space, as if she were considering happiness in all its bearings. "Hilda was here to-day," she suddenly resumed, as if they had never mentioned happiness. "She brought Bobbie he s a fine boy now."<|quote|>Ralph observed, with an amuseme... | or not. What is happiness?" He glanced with half a smile, in spite of his gloomy irritation, at his sister. She looked, as usual, as if she were weighing one thing with another, and balancing them together before she made up her mind. "Happiness," she remarked at length enigmatically, rather as if she were sampling the... | of struggling against it? So it always has been, so it always will be. We ve got no money and we never shall have any money. We shall just turn round in the mill every day of our lives until we drop and die, worn out, as most people do, when one comes to think of it." Joan looked at him, opened her lips as if to speak,... | had saved, perhaps, three or four hundred pounds. Considering the sacrifices he had made in order to put by this sum it always amazed Joan to find that he used it to gamble with, buying shares and selling them again, increasing it sometimes, sometimes diminishing it, and always running the risk of losing every penny of... | 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!"... | with a gesture of impatience, "don t you see that we ve all got to be sacrificed? What s the use of denying it? What s the use of struggling against it? So it always has been, so it always will be. We ve got no money and we never shall have any money. We shall just turn round in the mill every day of our lives until we... | Night And Day |
"Shall you talk to mother?" | Joan | family, they were somehow remarkable.<|quote|>"Shall you talk to mother?"</|quote|>Joan inquired. "Because, you see, | fundamental belief that, as a family, they were somehow remarkable.<|quote|>"Shall you talk to mother?"</|quote|>Joan inquired. "Because, you see, the thing s got to | poor dear Joan had gained from the fact that she was the granddaughter of a man who kept a shop, and herself earned her own living. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite of his fundamental belief that, as a family, they were somehow remarkable.<|quote|>"Shall you talk to mother?"</... | which Joan infinitely surpassed Miss Hilbery. He should have felt that his own sister was more original, and had greater vitality than Miss Hilbery had; but his main impression of Katharine now was of a person of great vitality and composure; and at the moment he could not perceive what poor dear Joan had gained from t... | discussed happiness with Miss Hilbery at their first meeting. He looked critically at Joan, and wished that she did not look so provincial or suburban in her high green dress with the faded trimming, so patient, and almost resigned. He began to wish to tell her about the Hilberys in order to abuse them, for in the mini... | her lips as if to speak, and closed them again. Then she said, very tentatively: "Aren t you happy, Ralph?" "No. Are you? Perhaps I m as happy as most people, though. God knows whether I m happy or not. What is happiness?" He glanced with half a smile, in spite of his gloomy irritation, at his sister. She looked, as us... | 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 was a fact not ca... | you? Perhaps I m as happy as most people, though. God knows whether I m happy or not. What is happiness?" He glanced with half a smile, in spite of his gloomy irritation, at his sister. She looked, as usual, as if she were weighing one thing with another, and balancing them together before she made up her mind. "Happin... | Night And Day |
Joan inquired. | No speaker | "Shall you talk to mother?"<|quote|>Joan inquired.</|quote|>"Because, you see, the thing | family, they were somehow remarkable. "Shall you talk to mother?"<|quote|>Joan inquired.</|quote|>"Because, you see, the thing s got to be settled, | from the fact that she was the granddaughter of a man who kept a shop, and herself earned her own living. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite of his fundamental belief that, as a family, they were somehow remarkable. "Shall you talk to mother?"<|quote|>Joan inquired.</|quote|>"Be... | Hilbery. He should have felt that his own sister was more original, and had greater vitality than Miss Hilbery had; but his main impression of Katharine now was of a person of great vitality and composure; and at the moment he could not perceive what poor dear Joan had gained from the fact that she was the granddaughte... | at their first meeting. He looked critically at Joan, and wished that she did not look so provincial or suburban in her high green dress with the faded trimming, so patient, and almost resigned. He began to wish to tell her about the Hilberys in order to abuse them, for in the miniature battle which so often rages betw... | speak, and closed them again. Then she said, very tentatively: "Aren t you happy, Ralph?" "No. Are you? Perhaps I m as happy as most people, though. God knows whether I m happy or not. What is happiness?" He glanced with half a smile, in spite of his gloomy irritation, at his sister. She looked, as usual, as if she wer... | 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 was a fact not capable of proof, that there wa... | an amusement that had a tinge of irony in it, that she was now going to sidle away quickly from this dangerous approach to intimacy on to topics of general and family interest. Nevertheless, he reflected, she was the only one of his family with whom he found it possible to discuss happiness, although he might very well... | Night And Day |
"Because, you see, the thing s got to be settled, one way or another. Charles must write to Uncle John if he s going there." | Joan | talk to mother?" Joan inquired.<|quote|>"Because, you see, the thing s got to be settled, one way or another. Charles must write to Uncle John if he s going there."</|quote|>Ralph sighed impatiently. "I suppose | were somehow remarkable. "Shall you talk to mother?" Joan inquired.<|quote|>"Because, you see, the thing s got to be settled, one way or another. Charles must write to Uncle John if he s going there."</|quote|>Ralph sighed impatiently. "I suppose it doesn t much matter | fact that she was the granddaughter of a man who kept a shop, and herself earned her own living. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite of his fundamental belief that, as a family, they were somehow remarkable. "Shall you talk to mother?" Joan inquired.<|quote|>"Because, you see, th... | should have felt that his own sister was more original, and had greater vitality than Miss Hilbery had; but his main impression of Katharine now was of a person of great vitality and composure; and at the moment he could not perceive what poor dear Joan had gained from the fact that she was the granddaughter of a man w... | first meeting. He looked critically at Joan, and wished that she did not look so provincial or suburban in her high green dress with the faded trimming, so patient, and almost resigned. He began to wish to tell her about the Hilberys in order to abuse them, for in the miniature battle which so often rages between two q... | closed them again. Then she said, very tentatively: "Aren t you happy, Ralph?" "No. Are you? Perhaps I m as happy as most people, though. God knows whether I m happy or not. What is happiness?" He glanced with half a smile, in spite of his gloomy irritation, at his sister. She looked, as usual, as if she were weighing ... | 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 somethi... | I am of him, he doesn t seem to me exactly brilliant.... Besides, why should you be sacrificed?" "My dear Joan," Ralph exclaimed, stretching himself out with a gesture of impatience, "don t you see that we ve all got to be sacrificed? What s the use of denying it? What s the use of struggling against it? So it always h... | Night And Day |
Ralph sighed impatiently. | No speaker | if he s going there."<|quote|>Ralph sighed impatiently.</|quote|>"I suppose it doesn t | must write to Uncle John if he s going there."<|quote|>Ralph sighed impatiently.</|quote|>"I suppose it doesn t much matter either way," he | their life oppressed him in spite of his fundamental belief that, as a family, they were somehow remarkable. "Shall you talk to mother?" Joan inquired. "Because, you see, the thing s got to be settled, one way or another. Charles must write to Uncle John if he s going there."<|quote|>Ralph sighed impatiently.</|quote|>... | was of a person of great vitality and composure; and at the moment he could not perceive what poor dear Joan had gained from the fact that she was the granddaughter of a man who kept a shop, and herself earned her own living. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite of his fundamental... | faded trimming, so patient, and almost resigned. He began to wish to tell her about the Hilberys in order to abuse them, for in the miniature battle which so often rages between two quickly following impressions of life, the life of the Hilberys was getting the better of the life of the Denhams in his mind, and he want... | God knows whether I m happy or not. What is happiness?" He glanced with half a smile, in spite of his gloomy irritation, at his sister. She looked, as usual, as if she were weighing one thing with another, and balancing them together before she made up her mind. "Happiness," she remarked at length enigmatically, rather... | 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" "You really can t expect her to sell out again." "She ought to look upon it as an i... | seem to me exactly brilliant.... Besides, why should you be sacrificed?" "My dear Joan," Ralph exclaimed, stretching himself out with a gesture of impatience, "don t you see that we ve all got to be sacrificed? What s the use of denying it? What s the use of struggling against it? So it always has been, so it always wi... | Night And Day |
"I suppose it doesn t much matter either way," | Ralph Denham | going there." Ralph sighed impatiently.<|quote|>"I suppose it doesn t much matter either way,"</|quote|>he exclaimed. "He s doomed | Uncle John if he s going there." Ralph sighed impatiently.<|quote|>"I suppose it doesn t much matter either way,"</|quote|>he exclaimed. "He s doomed to misery in the long | him in spite of his fundamental belief that, as a family, they were somehow remarkable. "Shall you talk to mother?" Joan inquired. "Because, you see, the thing s got to be settled, one way or another. Charles must write to Uncle John if he s going there." Ralph sighed impatiently.<|quote|>"I suppose it doesn t much mat... | person of great vitality and composure; and at the moment he could not perceive what poor dear Joan had gained from the fact that she was the granddaughter of a man who kept a shop, and herself earned her own living. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite of his fundamental belief t... | patient, and almost resigned. He began to wish to tell her about the Hilberys in order to abuse them, for in the miniature battle which so often rages between two quickly following impressions of life, the life of the Hilberys was getting the better of the life of the Denhams in his mind, and he wanted to assure himsel... | I m happy or not. What is happiness?" He glanced with half a smile, in spite of his gloomy irritation, at his sister. She looked, as usual, as if she were weighing one thing with another, and balancing them together before she made up her mind. "Happiness," she remarked at length enigmatically, rather as if she were sa... | 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." "She ought to look upon it as an investment; but if sh... | high green dress with the faded trimming, so patient, and almost resigned. He began to wish to tell her about the Hilberys in order to abuse them, for in the miniature battle which so often rages between two quickly following impressions of life, the life of the Hilberys was getting the better of the life of the Denham... | Night And Day |
he exclaimed. | No speaker | t much matter either way,"<|quote|>he exclaimed.</|quote|>"He s doomed to misery | impatiently. "I suppose it doesn t much matter either way,"<|quote|>he exclaimed.</|quote|>"He s doomed to misery in the long run." A | a family, they were somehow remarkable. "Shall you talk to mother?" Joan inquired. "Because, you see, the thing s got to be settled, one way or another. Charles must write to Uncle John if he s going there." Ralph sighed impatiently. "I suppose it doesn t much matter either way,"<|quote|>he exclaimed.</|quote|>"He s do... | moment he could not perceive what poor dear Joan had gained from the fact that she was the granddaughter of a man who kept a shop, and herself earned her own living. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite of his fundamental belief that, as a family, they were somehow remarkable. "Sh... | tell her about the Hilberys in order to abuse them, for in the miniature battle which so often rages between two quickly following impressions of life, the life of the Hilberys was getting the better of the life of the Denhams in his mind, and he wanted to assure himself that there was some quality in which Joan infini... | glanced with half a smile, in spite of his gloomy irritation, at his sister. She looked, as usual, as if she were weighing one thing with another, and balancing them together before she made up her mind. "Happiness," she remarked at length enigmatically, rather as if she were sampling the word, and then she paused. She... | 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." "She ought to look upon it as an investment; but if she won t, we must find some other way, that s all."... | got no money and we never shall have any money. We shall just turn round in the mill every day of our lives until we drop and die, worn out, as most people do, when one comes to think of it." Joan looked at him, opened her lips as if to speak, and closed them again. Then she said, very tentatively: "Aren t you happy, R... | Night And Day |
"He s doomed to misery in the long run." | Ralph Denham | matter either way," he exclaimed.<|quote|>"He s doomed to misery in the long run."</|quote|>A slight flush came into | suppose it doesn t much matter either way," he exclaimed.<|quote|>"He s doomed to misery in the long run."</|quote|>A slight flush came into Joan s cheek. "You know | they were somehow remarkable. "Shall you talk to mother?" Joan inquired. "Because, you see, the thing s got to be settled, one way or another. Charles must write to Uncle John if he s going there." Ralph sighed impatiently. "I suppose it doesn t much matter either way," he exclaimed.<|quote|>"He s doomed to misery in t... | could not perceive what poor dear Joan had gained from the fact that she was the granddaughter of a man who kept a shop, and herself earned her own living. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite of his fundamental belief that, as a family, they were somehow remarkable. "Shall you ta... | about the Hilberys in order to abuse them, for in the miniature battle which so often rages between two quickly following impressions of life, the life of the Hilberys was getting the better of the life of the Denhams in his mind, and he wanted to assure himself that there was some quality in which Joan infinitely surp... | half a smile, in spite of his gloomy irritation, at his sister. She looked, as usual, as if she were weighing one thing with another, and balancing them together before she made up her mind. "Happiness," she remarked at length enigmatically, rather as if she were sampling the word, and then she paused. She paused for a... | 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." "She ought to look upon it as an investment; but if she won t, we must find some other way, that s all." A threat was cont... | why should you be sacrificed?" "My dear Joan," Ralph exclaimed, stretching himself out with a gesture of impatience, "don t you see that we ve all got to be sacrificed? What s the use of denying it? What s the use of struggling against it? So it always has been, so it always will be. We ve got no money and we never sha... | Night And Day |
A slight flush came into Joan s cheek. | No speaker | misery in the long run."<|quote|>A slight flush came into Joan s cheek.</|quote|>"You know you re talking | exclaimed. "He s doomed to misery in the long run."<|quote|>A slight flush came into Joan s cheek.</|quote|>"You know you re talking nonsense," she said. "It doesn | Joan inquired. "Because, you see, the thing s got to be settled, one way or another. Charles must write to Uncle John if he s going there." Ralph sighed impatiently. "I suppose it doesn t much matter either way," he exclaimed. "He s doomed to misery in the long run."<|quote|>A slight flush came into Joan s cheek.</|quo... | from the fact that she was the granddaughter of a man who kept a shop, and herself earned her own living. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite of his fundamental belief that, as a family, they were somehow remarkable. "Shall you talk to mother?" Joan inquired. "Because, you see, t... | in the miniature battle which so often rages between two quickly following impressions of life, the life of the Hilberys was getting the better of the life of the Denhams in his mind, and he wanted to assure himself that there was some quality in which Joan infinitely surpassed Miss Hilbery. He should have felt that hi... | at his sister. She looked, as usual, as if she were weighing one thing with another, and balancing them together before she made up her mind. "Happiness," she remarked at length enigmatically, rather as if she were sampling the word, and then she paused. She paused for a considerable space, as if she were considering h... | 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." "She ought to look upon it as an investment; but if she won t, we must find some other way, that s all." A threat was contained in this sentence, and Joan knew, witho... | not. What is happiness?" He glanced with half a smile, in spite of his gloomy irritation, at his sister. She looked, as usual, as if she were weighing one thing with another, and balancing them together before she made up her mind. "Happiness," she remarked at length enigmatically, rather as if she were sampling the wo... | Night And Day |
"You know you re talking nonsense," | Joan | came into Joan s cheek.<|quote|>"You know you re talking nonsense,"</|quote|>she said. "It doesn t | long run." A slight flush came into Joan s cheek.<|quote|>"You know you re talking nonsense,"</|quote|>she said. "It doesn t hurt any one to have | got to be settled, one way or another. Charles must write to Uncle John if he s going there." Ralph sighed impatiently. "I suppose it doesn t much matter either way," he exclaimed. "He s doomed to misery in the long run." A slight flush came into Joan s cheek.<|quote|>"You know you re talking nonsense,"</|quote|>she sa... | of a man who kept a shop, and herself earned her own living. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite of his fundamental belief that, as a family, they were somehow remarkable. "Shall you talk to mother?" Joan inquired. "Because, you see, the thing s got to be settled, one way or anot... | between two quickly following impressions of life, the life of the Hilberys was getting the better of the life of the Denhams in his mind, and he wanted to assure himself that there was some quality in which Joan infinitely surpassed Miss Hilbery. He should have felt that his own sister was more original, and had great... | if she were weighing one thing with another, and balancing them together before she made up her mind. "Happiness," she remarked at length enigmatically, rather as if she were sampling the word, and then she paused. She paused for a considerable space, as if she were considering happiness in all its bearings. "Hilda was... | 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." A threat was contained in this sentence, and Joan knew, without asking, what the threat was. In the course of... | and wished that she did not look so provincial or suburban in her high green dress with the faded trimming, so patient, and almost resigned. He began to wish to tell her about the Hilberys in order to abuse them, for in the miniature battle which so often rages between two quickly following impressions of life, the lif... | Night And Day |
she said. | No speaker | know you re talking nonsense,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"It doesn t hurt any | into Joan s cheek. "You know you re talking nonsense,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"It doesn t hurt any one to have to earn | or another. Charles must write to Uncle John if he s going there." Ralph sighed impatiently. "I suppose it doesn t much matter either way," he exclaimed. "He s doomed to misery in the long run." A slight flush came into Joan s cheek. "You know you re talking nonsense,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"It doesn t hurt any on... | shop, and herself earned her own living. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite of his fundamental belief that, as a family, they were somehow remarkable. "Shall you talk to mother?" Joan inquired. "Because, you see, the thing s got to be settled, one way or another. Charles must wr... | life, the life of the Hilberys was getting the better of the life of the Denhams in his mind, and he wanted to assure himself that there was some quality in which Joan infinitely surpassed Miss Hilbery. He should have felt that his own sister was more original, and had greater vitality than Miss Hilbery had; but his ma... | with another, and balancing them together before she made up her mind. "Happiness," she remarked at length enigmatically, rather as if she were sampling the word, and then she paused. She paused for a considerable space, as if she were considering happiness in all its bearings. "Hilda was here to-day," she suddenly res... | 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." 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 extend... | Ralph?" "No. Are you? Perhaps I m as happy as most people, though. God knows whether I m happy or not. What is happiness?" He glanced with half a smile, in spite of his gloomy irritation, at his sister. She looked, as usual, as if she were weighing one thing with another, and balancing them together before she made up ... | Night And Day |
"It doesn t hurt any one to have to earn their own living. I m very glad I have to earn mine." | Joan | re talking nonsense," she said.<|quote|>"It doesn t hurt any one to have to earn their own living. I m very glad I have to earn mine."</|quote|>Ralph was pleased that she | s cheek. "You know you re talking nonsense," she said.<|quote|>"It doesn t hurt any one to have to earn their own living. I m very glad I have to earn mine."</|quote|>Ralph was pleased that she should feel this, and wished | Charles must write to Uncle John if he s going there." Ralph sighed impatiently. "I suppose it doesn t much matter either way," he exclaimed. "He s doomed to misery in the long run." A slight flush came into Joan s cheek. "You know you re talking nonsense," she said.<|quote|>"It doesn t hurt any one to have to earn the... | herself earned her own living. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite of his fundamental belief that, as a family, they were somehow remarkable. "Shall you talk to mother?" Joan inquired. "Because, you see, the thing s got to be settled, one way or another. Charles must write to Unc... | life of the Hilberys was getting the better of the life of the Denhams in his mind, and he wanted to assure himself that there was some quality in which Joan infinitely surpassed Miss Hilbery. He should have felt that his own sister was more original, and had greater vitality than Miss Hilbery had; but his main impress... | and balancing them together before she made up her mind. "Happiness," she remarked at length enigmatically, rather as if she were sampling the word, and then she paused. She paused for a considerable space, as if she were considering happiness in all its bearings. "Hilda was here to-day," she suddenly resumed, as if th... | 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." 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 ove... | she paused. She paused for a considerable space, as if she were considering happiness in all its bearings. "Hilda was here to-day," she suddenly resumed, as if they had never mentioned happiness. "She brought Bobbie he s a fine boy now." Ralph observed, with an amusement that had a tinge of irony in it, that she was no... | Night And Day |
Ralph was pleased that she should feel this, and wished her to continue, but he went on, perversely enough. | No speaker | I have to earn mine."<|quote|>Ralph was pleased that she should feel this, and wished her to continue, but he went on, perversely enough.</|quote|>"Isn t that only because | living. I m very glad I have to earn mine."<|quote|>Ralph was pleased that she should feel this, and wished her to continue, but he went on, perversely enough.</|quote|>"Isn t that only because you ve forgotten how to | way," he exclaimed. "He s doomed to misery in the long run." A slight flush came into Joan s cheek. "You know you re talking nonsense," she said. "It doesn t hurt any one to have to earn their own living. I m very glad I have to earn mine."<|quote|>Ralph was pleased that she should feel this, and wished her to continue... | as a family, they were somehow remarkable. "Shall you talk to mother?" Joan inquired. "Because, you see, the thing s got to be settled, one way or another. Charles must write to Uncle John if he s going there." Ralph sighed impatiently. "I suppose it doesn t much matter either way," he exclaimed. "He s doomed to misery... | himself that there was some quality in which Joan infinitely surpassed Miss Hilbery. He should have felt that his own sister was more original, and had greater vitality than Miss Hilbery had; but his main impression of Katharine now was of a person of great vitality and composure; and at the moment he could not perceiv... | the word, and then she paused. She paused for a considerable space, as if she were considering happiness in all its bearings. "Hilda was here to-day," she suddenly resumed, as if they had never mentioned happiness. "She brought Bobbie he s a fine boy now." Ralph observed, with an amusement that had a tinge of irony in ... | if she won t, we must find some other way, that s all." 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 h... | should you be sacrificed?" "My dear Joan," Ralph exclaimed, stretching himself out with a gesture of impatience, "don t you see that we ve all got to be sacrificed? What s the use of denying it? What s the use of struggling against it? So it always has been, so it always will be. We ve got no money and we never shall h... | Night And Day |
"Isn t that only because you ve forgotten how to enjoy yourself? You never have time for anything decent" | Ralph Denham | he went on, perversely enough.<|quote|>"Isn t that only because you ve forgotten how to enjoy yourself? You never have time for anything decent"</|quote|>"As for instance?" "Well, going | wished her to continue, but he went on, perversely enough.<|quote|>"Isn t that only because you ve forgotten how to enjoy yourself? You never have time for anything decent"</|quote|>"As for instance?" "Well, going for walks, or music, or | cheek. "You know you re talking nonsense," she said. "It doesn t hurt any one to have to earn their own living. I m very glad I have to earn mine." Ralph was pleased that she should feel this, and wished her to continue, but he went on, perversely enough.<|quote|>"Isn t that only because you ve forgotten how to enjoy y... | s got to be settled, one way or another. Charles must write to Uncle John if he s going there." Ralph sighed impatiently. "I suppose it doesn t much matter either way," he exclaimed. "He s doomed to misery in the long run." A slight flush came into Joan s cheek. "You know you re talking nonsense," she said. "It doesn t... | own sister was more original, and had greater vitality than Miss Hilbery had; but his main impression of Katharine now was of a person of great vitality and composure; and at the moment he could not perceive what poor dear Joan had gained from the fact that she was the granddaughter of a man who kept a shop, and hersel... | all its bearings. "Hilda was here to-day," she suddenly resumed, as if they had never mentioned happiness. "She brought Bobbie he s a fine boy now." Ralph observed, with an amusement that had a tinge of irony in it, that she was now going to sidle away quickly from this dangerous approach to intimacy on to topics of ge... | 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 Joan to find that he used it to ga... | again. Then she said, very tentatively: "Aren t you happy, Ralph?" "No. Are you? Perhaps I m as happy as most people, though. God knows whether I m happy or not. What is happiness?" He glanced with half a smile, in spite of his gloomy irritation, at his sister. She looked, as usual, as if she were weighing one thing wi... | Night And Day |
"As for instance?" | Joan | have time for anything decent"<|quote|>"As for instance?"</|quote|>"Well, going for walks, or | to enjoy yourself? You never have time for anything decent"<|quote|>"As for instance?"</|quote|>"Well, going for walks, or music, or books, or seeing | their own living. I m very glad I have to earn mine." Ralph was pleased that she should feel this, and wished her to continue, but he went on, perversely enough. "Isn t that only because you ve forgotten how to enjoy yourself? You never have time for anything decent"<|quote|>"As for instance?"</|quote|>"Well, going for... | there." Ralph sighed impatiently. "I suppose it doesn t much matter either way," he exclaimed. "He s doomed to misery in the long run." A slight flush came into Joan s cheek. "You know you re talking nonsense," she said. "It doesn t hurt any one to have to earn their own living. I m very glad I have to earn mine." Ralp... | now was of a person of great vitality and composure; and at the moment he could not perceive what poor dear Joan had gained from the fact that she was the granddaughter of a man who kept a shop, and herself earned her own living. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite of his fundame... | Bobbie he s a fine boy now." Ralph observed, with an amusement that had a tinge of irony in it, that she was now going to sidle away quickly from this dangerous approach to intimacy on to topics of general and family interest. Nevertheless, he reflected, she was the only one of his family with whom he found it possible... | 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 Joan to find that he used it to gamble with, buying shares and selling them again, increasing it sometimes, sometimes diminishing it, and always r... | quality in which Joan infinitely surpassed Miss Hilbery. He should have felt that his own sister was more original, and had greater vitality than Miss Hilbery had; but his main impression of Katharine now was of a person of great vitality and composure; and at the moment he could not perceive what poor dear Joan had ga... | Night And Day |
"Well, going for walks, or music, or books, or seeing interesting people. You never do anything that s really worth doing any more than I do." | Ralph Denham | anything decent" "As for instance?"<|quote|>"Well, going for walks, or music, or books, or seeing interesting people. You never do anything that s really worth doing any more than I do."</|quote|>"I always think you could | You never have time for anything decent" "As for instance?"<|quote|>"Well, going for walks, or music, or books, or seeing interesting people. You never do anything that s really worth doing any more than I do."</|quote|>"I always think you could make this room much nicer, | I m very glad I have to earn mine." Ralph was pleased that she should feel this, and wished her to continue, but he went on, perversely enough. "Isn t that only because you ve forgotten how to enjoy yourself? You never have time for anything decent" "As for instance?"<|quote|>"Well, going for walks, or music, or books,... | impatiently. "I suppose it doesn t much matter either way," he exclaimed. "He s doomed to misery in the long run." A slight flush came into Joan s cheek. "You know you re talking nonsense," she said. "It doesn t hurt any one to have to earn their own living. I m very glad I have to earn mine." Ralph was pleased that sh... | a person of great vitality and composure; and at the moment he could not perceive what poor dear Joan had gained from the fact that she was the granddaughter of a man who kept a shop, and herself earned her own living. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite of his fundamental belief... | a fine boy now." Ralph observed, with an amusement that had a tinge of irony in it, that she was now going to sidle away quickly from this dangerous approach to intimacy on to topics of general and family interest. Nevertheless, he reflected, she was the only one of his family with whom he found it possible to discuss ... | 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 Joan to find that he used it to gamble with, buying shares and selling them again, increasing it sometimes, sometimes diminishing it, and always running the risk of... | and almost resigned. He began to wish to tell her about the Hilberys in order to abuse them, for in the miniature battle which so often rages between two quickly following impressions of life, the life of the Hilberys was getting the better of the life of the Denhams in his mind, and he wanted to assure himself that th... | Night And Day |
"I always think you could make this room much nicer, if you liked," | Joan | any more than I do."<|quote|>"I always think you could make this room much nicer, if you liked,"</|quote|>she observed. "What does it | that s really worth doing any more than I do."<|quote|>"I always think you could make this room much nicer, if you liked,"</|quote|>she observed. "What does it matter what sort of room | perversely enough. "Isn t that only because you ve forgotten how to enjoy yourself? You never have time for anything decent" "As for instance?" "Well, going for walks, or music, or books, or seeing interesting people. You never do anything that s really worth doing any more than I do."<|quote|>"I always think you could... | Joan s cheek. "You know you re talking nonsense," she said. "It doesn t hurt any one to have to earn their own living. I m very glad I have to earn mine." Ralph was pleased that she should feel this, and wished her to continue, but he went on, perversely enough. "Isn t that only because you ve forgotten how to enjoy yo... | was the granddaughter of a man who kept a shop, and herself earned her own living. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite of his fundamental belief that, as a family, they were somehow remarkable. "Shall you talk to mother?" Joan inquired. "Because, you see, the thing s got to be se... | from this dangerous approach to intimacy on to topics of general and family interest. Nevertheless, he reflected, she was the only one of his family with whom he found it possible to discuss happiness, although he might very well have discussed happiness with Miss Hilbery at their first meeting. He looked critically at... | always amazed Joan to find that he used it to gamble with, buying shares and selling them again, increasing it sometimes, sometimes diminishing it, and always running the risk of losing every penny of it in a day s disaster. But although she wondered, she could not help loving him the better for his odd combination of ... | again. Then she said, very tentatively: "Aren t you happy, Ralph?" "No. Are you? Perhaps I m as happy as most people, though. God knows whether I m happy or not. What is happiness?" He glanced with half a smile, in spite of his gloomy irritation, at his sister. She looked, as usual, as if she were weighing one thing wi... | Night And Day |
she observed. | No speaker | much nicer, if you liked,"<|quote|>she observed.</|quote|>"What does it matter what | you could make this room much nicer, if you liked,"<|quote|>she observed.</|quote|>"What does it matter what sort of room I have | yourself? You never have time for anything decent" "As for instance?" "Well, going for walks, or music, or books, or seeing interesting people. You never do anything that s really worth doing any more than I do." "I always think you could make this room much nicer, if you liked,"<|quote|>she observed.</|quote|>"What do... | t hurt any one to have to earn their own living. I m very glad I have to earn mine." Ralph was pleased that she should feel this, and wished her to continue, but he went on, perversely enough. "Isn t that only because you ve forgotten how to enjoy yourself? You never have time for anything decent" "As for instance?" "W... | her own living. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite of his fundamental belief that, as a family, they were somehow remarkable. "Shall you talk to mother?" Joan inquired. "Because, you see, the thing s got to be settled, one way or another. Charles must write to Uncle John if he s... | interest. Nevertheless, he reflected, she was the only one of his family with whom he found it possible to discuss happiness, although he might very well have discussed happiness with Miss Hilbery at their first meeting. He looked critically at Joan, and wished that she did not look so provincial or suburban in her hig... | shares and selling them again, increasing it sometimes, sometimes diminishing it, and always running the risk of losing every penny of it in a day s disaster. But although she wondered, she could not help loving him the better for his odd combination of Spartan self-control and what appeared to her romantic and childis... | in his mind, and he wanted to assure himself that there was some quality in which Joan infinitely surpassed Miss Hilbery. He should have felt that his own sister was more original, and had greater vitality than Miss Hilbery had; but his main impression of Katharine now was of a person of great vitality and composure; a... | Night And Day |
"What does it matter what sort of room I have when I m forced to spend all the best years of my life drawing up deeds in an office?" | Ralph Denham | if you liked," she observed.<|quote|>"What does it matter what sort of room I have when I m forced to spend all the best years of my life drawing up deeds in an office?"</|quote|>"You said two days ago | make this room much nicer, if you liked," she observed.<|quote|>"What does it matter what sort of room I have when I m forced to spend all the best years of my life drawing up deeds in an office?"</|quote|>"You said two days ago that you found the law | never have time for anything decent" "As for instance?" "Well, going for walks, or music, or books, or seeing interesting people. You never do anything that s really worth doing any more than I do." "I always think you could make this room much nicer, if you liked," she observed.<|quote|>"What does it matter what sort ... | any one to have to earn their own living. I m very glad I have to earn mine." Ralph was pleased that she should feel this, and wished her to continue, but he went on, perversely enough. "Isn t that only because you ve forgotten how to enjoy yourself? You never have time for anything decent" "As for instance?" "Well, go... | living. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite of his fundamental belief that, as a family, they were somehow remarkable. "Shall you talk to mother?" Joan inquired. "Because, you see, the thing s got to be settled, one way or another. Charles must write to Uncle John if he s going t... | he reflected, she was the only one of his family with whom he found it possible to discuss happiness, although he might very well have discussed happiness with Miss Hilbery at their first meeting. He looked critically at Joan, and wished that she did not look so provincial or suburban in her high green dress with the f... | selling them again, increasing it sometimes, sometimes diminishing it, and always running the risk of losing every penny of it in a day s disaster. But although she wondered, she could not help loving him the better for his odd combination of Spartan self-control and what appeared to her romantic and childish folly. Ra... | all its bearings. "Hilda was here to-day," she suddenly resumed, as if they had never mentioned happiness. "She brought Bobbie he s a fine boy now." Ralph observed, with an amusement that had a tinge of irony in it, that she was now going to sidle away quickly from this dangerous approach to intimacy on to topics of ge... | Night And Day |
"You said two days ago that you found the law so interesting." | Joan | up deeds in an office?"<|quote|>"You said two days ago that you found the law so interesting."</|quote|>"So it is if one | years of my life drawing up deeds in an office?"<|quote|>"You said two days ago that you found the law so interesting."</|quote|>"So it is if one could afford to know anything | doing any more than I do." "I always think you could make this room much nicer, if you liked," she observed. "What does it matter what sort of room I have when I m forced to spend all the best years of my life drawing up deeds in an office?"<|quote|>"You said two days ago that you found the law so interesting."</|quote... | to continue, but he went on, perversely enough. "Isn t that only because you ve forgotten how to enjoy yourself? You never have time for anything decent" "As for instance?" "Well, going for walks, or music, or books, or seeing interesting people. You never do anything that s really worth doing any more than I do." "I a... | mother?" Joan inquired. "Because, you see, the thing s got to be settled, one way or another. Charles must write to Uncle John if he s going there." Ralph sighed impatiently. "I suppose it doesn t much matter either way," he exclaimed. "He s doomed to misery in the long run." A slight flush came into Joan s cheek. "You... | Hilbery at their first meeting. He looked critically at Joan, and wished that she did not look so provincial or suburban in her high green dress with the faded trimming, so patient, and almost resigned. He began to wish to tell her about the Hilberys in order to abuse them, for in the miniature battle which so often ra... | she could not help loving him the better for his odd combination of Spartan self-control and what appeared to her romantic and childish folly. Ralph interested her more than any one else in the world, and she often broke off in the middle of one of these economic discussions, in spite of their gravity, to consider some... | more original, and had greater vitality than Miss Hilbery had; but his main impression of Katharine now was of a person of great vitality and composure; and at the moment he could not perceive what poor dear Joan had gained from the fact that she was the granddaughter of a man who kept a shop, and herself earned her ow... | Night And Day |
"So it is if one could afford to know anything about it." | Ralph Denham | found the law so interesting."<|quote|>"So it is if one could afford to know anything about it."</|quote|>(" "That s Herbert only | two days ago that you found the law so interesting."<|quote|>"So it is if one could afford to know anything about it."</|quote|>(" "That s Herbert only just going to bed now," | this room much nicer, if you liked," she observed. "What does it matter what sort of room I have when I m forced to spend all the best years of my life drawing up deeds in an office?" "You said two days ago that you found the law so interesting."<|quote|>"So it is if one could afford to know anything about it."</|quote... | because you ve forgotten how to enjoy yourself? You never have time for anything decent" "As for instance?" "Well, going for walks, or music, or books, or seeing interesting people. You never do anything that s really worth doing any more than I do." "I always think you could make this room much nicer, if you liked," s... | settled, one way or another. Charles must write to Uncle John if he s going there." Ralph sighed impatiently. "I suppose it doesn t much matter either way," he exclaimed. "He s doomed to misery in the long run." A slight flush came into Joan s cheek. "You know you re talking nonsense," she said. "It doesn t hurt any on... | that she did not look so provincial or suburban in her high green dress with the faded trimming, so patient, and almost resigned. He began to wish to tell her about the Hilberys in order to abuse them, for in the miniature battle which so often rages between two quickly following impressions of life, the life of the Hi... | of Spartan self-control and what appeared to her romantic and childish folly. Ralph interested her more than any one else in the world, and she often broke off in the middle of one of these economic discussions, in spite of their gravity, to consider some fresh aspect of his character. "I think you d be foolish to risk... | of irony in it, that she was now going to sidle away quickly from this dangerous approach to intimacy on to topics of general and family interest. Nevertheless, he reflected, she was the only one of his family with whom he found it possible to discuss happiness, although he might very well have discussed happiness with... | Night And Day |
(" | No speaker | to know anything about it."<|quote|>("</|quote|>"That s Herbert only just | is if one could afford to know anything about it."<|quote|>("</|quote|>"That s Herbert only just going to bed now," Joan | matter what sort of room I have when I m forced to spend all the best years of my life drawing up deeds in an office?" "You said two days ago that you found the law so interesting." "So it is if one could afford to know anything about it."<|quote|>("</|quote|>"That s Herbert only just going to bed now," Joan interposed... | for anything decent" "As for instance?" "Well, going for walks, or music, or books, or seeing interesting people. You never do anything that s really worth doing any more than I do." "I always think you could make this room much nicer, if you liked," she observed. "What does it matter what sort of room I have when I m ... | he s going there." Ralph sighed impatiently. "I suppose it doesn t much matter either way," he exclaimed. "He s doomed to misery in the long run." A slight flush came into Joan s cheek. "You know you re talking nonsense," she said. "It doesn t hurt any one to have to earn their own living. I m very glad I have to earn ... | green dress with the faded trimming, so patient, and almost resigned. He began to wish to tell her about the Hilberys in order to abuse them, for in the miniature battle which so often rages between two quickly following impressions of life, the life of the Hilberys was getting the better of the life of the Denhams in ... | Ralph interested her more than any one else in the world, and she often broke off in the middle of one of these economic discussions, in spite of their gravity, to consider some fresh aspect of his character. "I think you d be foolish to risk your money on poor old Charles," she observed. "Fond as I am of him, he doesn... | mentioned happiness. "She brought Bobbie he s a fine boy now." Ralph observed, with an amusement that had a tinge of irony in it, that she was now going to sidle away quickly from this dangerous approach to intimacy on to topics of general and family interest. Nevertheless, he reflected, she was the only one of his fam... | Night And Day |
"That s Herbert only just going to bed now," | Joan | know anything about it." ("<|quote|>"That s Herbert only just going to bed now,"</|quote|>Joan interposed, as a door | if one could afford to know anything about it." ("<|quote|>"That s Herbert only just going to bed now,"</|quote|>Joan interposed, as a door on the landing slammed vigorously. | what sort of room I have when I m forced to spend all the best years of my life drawing up deeds in an office?" "You said two days ago that you found the law so interesting." "So it is if one could afford to know anything about it." ("<|quote|>"That s Herbert only just going to bed now,"</|quote|>Joan interposed, as a ... | anything decent" "As for instance?" "Well, going for walks, or music, or books, or seeing interesting people. You never do anything that s really worth doing any more than I do." "I always think you could make this room much nicer, if you liked," she observed. "What does it matter what sort of room I have when I m forc... | s going there." Ralph sighed impatiently. "I suppose it doesn t much matter either way," he exclaimed. "He s doomed to misery in the long run." A slight flush came into Joan s cheek. "You know you re talking nonsense," she said. "It doesn t hurt any one to have to earn their own living. I m very glad I have to earn min... | dress with the faded trimming, so patient, and almost resigned. He began to wish to tell her about the Hilberys in order to abuse them, for in the miniature battle which so often rages between two quickly following impressions of life, the life of the Hilberys was getting the better of the life of the Denhams in his mi... | interested her more than any one else in the world, and she often broke off in the middle of one of these economic discussions, in spite of their gravity, to consider some fresh aspect of his character. "I think you d be foolish to risk your money on poor old Charles," she observed. "Fond as I am of him, he doesn t see... | a shop, and herself earned her own living. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite of his fundamental belief that, as a family, they were somehow remarkable. "Shall you talk to mother?" Joan inquired. "Because, you see, the thing s got to be settled, one way or another. Charles must ... | Night And Day |
Joan interposed, as a door on the landing slammed vigorously. | No speaker | just going to bed now,"<|quote|>Joan interposed, as a door on the landing slammed vigorously.</|quote|>"And then he won t | (" "That s Herbert only just going to bed now,"<|quote|>Joan interposed, as a door on the landing slammed vigorously.</|quote|>"And then he won t get up in the morning." | forced to spend all the best years of my life drawing up deeds in an office?" "You said two days ago that you found the law so interesting." "So it is if one could afford to know anything about it." (" "That s Herbert only just going to bed now,"<|quote|>Joan interposed, as a door on the landing slammed vigorously.</|q... | or music, or books, or seeing interesting people. You never do anything that s really worth doing any more than I do." "I always think you could make this room much nicer, if you liked," she observed. "What does it matter what sort of room I have when I m forced to spend all the best years of my life drawing up deeds i... | doesn t much matter either way," he exclaimed. "He s doomed to misery in the long run." A slight flush came into Joan s cheek. "You know you re talking nonsense," she said. "It doesn t hurt any one to have to earn their own living. I m very glad I have to earn mine." Ralph was pleased that she should feel this, and wis... | resigned. He began to wish to tell her about the Hilberys in order to abuse them, for in the miniature battle which so often rages between two quickly following impressions of life, the life of the Hilberys was getting the better of the life of the Denhams in his mind, and he wanted to assure himself that there was som... | world, and she often broke off in the middle of one of these economic discussions, in spite of their gravity, to consider some fresh aspect of his character. "I think you d be foolish to risk your money on poor old Charles," she observed. "Fond as I am of him, he doesn t seem to me exactly brilliant.... Besides, why sh... | he might very well have discussed happiness with Miss Hilbery at their first meeting. He looked critically at Joan, and wished that she did not look so provincial or suburban in her high green dress with the faded trimming, so patient, and almost resigned. He began to wish to tell her about the Hilberys in order to abu... | Night And Day |
"And then he won t get up in the morning." | Joan | on the landing slammed vigorously.<|quote|>"And then he won t get up in the morning."</|quote|>") Ralph looked at the | Joan interposed, as a door on the landing slammed vigorously.<|quote|>"And then he won t get up in the morning."</|quote|>") Ralph looked at the ceiling, and shut his lips | drawing up deeds in an office?" "You said two days ago that you found the law so interesting." "So it is if one could afford to know anything about it." (" "That s Herbert only just going to bed now," Joan interposed, as a door on the landing slammed vigorously.<|quote|>"And then he won t get up in the morning."</|quot... | do anything that s really worth doing any more than I do." "I always think you could make this room much nicer, if you liked," she observed. "What does it matter what sort of room I have when I m forced to spend all the best years of my life drawing up deeds in an office?" "You said two days ago that you found the law ... | doomed to misery in the long run." A slight flush came into Joan s cheek. "You know you re talking nonsense," she said. "It doesn t hurt any one to have to earn their own living. I m very glad I have to earn mine." Ralph was pleased that she should feel this, and wished her to continue, but he went on, perversely enoug... | Hilberys in order to abuse them, for in the miniature battle which so often rages between two quickly following impressions of life, the life of the Hilberys was getting the better of the life of the Denhams in his mind, and he wanted to assure himself that there was some quality in which Joan infinitely surpassed Miss... | one of these economic discussions, in spite of their gravity, to consider some fresh aspect of his character. "I think you d be foolish to risk your money on poor old Charles," she observed. "Fond as I am of him, he doesn t seem to me exactly brilliant.... Besides, why should you be sacrificed?" "My dear Joan," Ralph e... | paused for a considerable space, as if she were considering happiness in all its bearings. "Hilda was here to-day," she suddenly resumed, as if they had never mentioned happiness. "She brought Bobbie he s a fine boy now." Ralph observed, with an amusement that had a tinge of irony in it, that she was now going to sidle... | Night And Day |
") Ralph looked at the ceiling, and shut his lips closely together. Why, he wondered, could Joan never for one moment detach her mind from the details of domestic life? It seemed to him that she was getting more and more enmeshed in them, and capable of shorter and less frequent flights into the outer world, and yet sh... | No speaker | get up in the morning."<|quote|>") Ralph looked at the ceiling, and shut his lips closely together. Why, he wondered, could Joan never for one moment detach her mind from the details of domestic life? It seemed to him that she was getting more and more enmeshed in them, and capable of shorter and less frequent flights ... | "And then he won t get up in the morning."<|quote|>") Ralph looked at the ceiling, and shut his lips closely together. Why, he wondered, could Joan never for one moment detach her mind from the details of domestic life? It seemed to him that she was getting more and more enmeshed in them, and capable of shorter and les... | ago that you found the law so interesting." "So it is if one could afford to know anything about it." (" "That s Herbert only just going to bed now," Joan interposed, as a door on the landing slammed vigorously. "And then he won t get up in the morning."<|quote|>") Ralph looked at the ceiling, and shut his lips closely... | I do." "I always think you could make this room much nicer, if you liked," she observed. "What does it matter what sort of room I have when I m forced to spend all the best years of my life drawing up deeds in an office?" "You said two days ago that you found the law so interesting." "So it is if one could afford to kn... | came into Joan s cheek. "You know you re talking nonsense," she said. "It doesn t hurt any one to have to earn their own living. I m very glad I have to earn mine." Ralph was pleased that she should feel this, and wished her to continue, but he went on, perversely enough. "Isn t that only because you ve forgotten how t... | battle which so often rages between two quickly following impressions of life, the life of the Hilberys was getting the better of the life of the Denhams in his mind, and he wanted to assure himself that there was some quality in which Joan infinitely surpassed Miss Hilbery. He should have felt that his own sister was ... | to consider some fresh aspect of his character. "I think you d be foolish to risk your money on poor old Charles," she observed. "Fond as I am of him, he doesn t seem to me exactly brilliant.... Besides, why should you be sacrificed?" "My dear Joan," Ralph exclaimed, stretching himself out with a gesture of impatience,... | its bearings. "Hilda was here to-day," she suddenly resumed, as if they had never mentioned happiness. "She brought Bobbie he s a fine boy now." Ralph observed, with an amusement that had a tinge of irony in it, that she was now going to sidle away quickly from this dangerous approach to intimacy on to topics of genera... | Night And Day |
"D you ever pay calls now?" | Ralph Denham | yet she was only thirty-three.<|quote|>"D you ever pay calls now?"</|quote|>he asked abruptly. "I don | into the outer world, and yet she was only thirty-three.<|quote|>"D you ever pay calls now?"</|quote|>he asked abruptly. "I don t often have the time. | Why, he wondered, could Joan never for one moment detach her mind from the details of domestic life? It seemed to him that she was getting more and more enmeshed in them, and capable of shorter and less frequent flights into the outer world, and yet she was only thirty-three.<|quote|>"D you ever pay calls now?"</|quote... | one could afford to know anything about it." (" "That s Herbert only just going to bed now," Joan interposed, as a door on the landing slammed vigorously. "And then he won t get up in the morning." ") Ralph looked at the ceiling, and shut his lips closely together. Why, he wondered, could Joan never for one moment deta... | how to enjoy yourself? You never have time for anything decent" "As for instance?" "Well, going for walks, or music, or books, or seeing interesting people. You never do anything that s really worth doing any more than I do." "I always think you could make this room much nicer, if you liked," she observed. "What does i... | vitality than Miss Hilbery had; but his main impression of Katharine now was of a person of great vitality and composure; and at the moment he could not perceive what poor dear Joan had gained from the fact that she was the granddaughter of a man who kept a shop, and herself earned her own living. The infinite drearine... | we ve all got to be sacrificed? What s the use of denying it? What s the use of struggling against it? So it always has been, so it always will be. We ve got no money and we never shall have any money. We shall just turn round in the mill every day of our lives until we drop and die, worn out, as most people do, when o... | fact that she was the granddaughter of a man who kept a shop, and herself earned her own living. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite of his fundamental belief that, as a family, they were somehow remarkable. "Shall you talk to mother?" Joan inquired. "Because, you see, the thing ... | Night And Day |
he asked abruptly. | No speaker | you ever pay calls now?"<|quote|>he asked abruptly.</|quote|>"I don t often have | she was only thirty-three. "D you ever pay calls now?"<|quote|>he asked abruptly.</|quote|>"I don t often have the time. Why do you | for one moment detach her mind from the details of domestic life? It seemed to him that she was getting more and more enmeshed in them, and capable of shorter and less frequent flights into the outer world, and yet she was only thirty-three. "D you ever pay calls now?"<|quote|>he asked abruptly.</|quote|>"I don t often... | about it." (" "That s Herbert only just going to bed now," Joan interposed, as a door on the landing slammed vigorously. "And then he won t get up in the morning." ") Ralph looked at the ceiling, and shut his lips closely together. Why, he wondered, could Joan never for one moment detach her mind from the details of do... | have time for anything decent" "As for instance?" "Well, going for walks, or music, or books, or seeing interesting people. You never do anything that s really worth doing any more than I do." "I always think you could make this room much nicer, if you liked," she observed. "What does it matter what sort of room I have... | his main impression of Katharine now was of a person of great vitality and composure; and at the moment he could not perceive what poor dear Joan had gained from the fact that she was the granddaughter of a man who kept a shop, and herself earned her own living. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppr... | sacrificed? What s the use of denying it? What s the use of struggling against it? So it always has been, so it always will be. We ve got no money and we never shall have any money. We shall just turn round in the mill every day of our lives until we drop and die, worn out, as most people do, when one comes to think of... | to sidle away quickly from this dangerous approach to intimacy on to topics of general and family interest. Nevertheless, he reflected, she was the only one of his family with whom he found it possible to discuss happiness, although he might very well have discussed happiness with Miss Hilbery at their first meeting. H... | Night And Day |
"I don t often have the time. Why do you ask?" | Joan | calls now?" he asked abruptly.<|quote|>"I don t often have the time. Why do you ask?"</|quote|>"It might be a good | thirty-three. "D you ever pay calls now?" he asked abruptly.<|quote|>"I don t often have the time. Why do you ask?"</|quote|>"It might be a good thing, to get to know | detach her mind from the details of domestic life? It seemed to him that she was getting more and more enmeshed in them, and capable of shorter and less frequent flights into the outer world, and yet she was only thirty-three. "D you ever pay calls now?" he asked abruptly.<|quote|>"I don t often have the time. Why do y... | "That s Herbert only just going to bed now," Joan interposed, as a door on the landing slammed vigorously. "And then he won t get up in the morning." ") Ralph looked at the ceiling, and shut his lips closely together. Why, he wondered, could Joan never for one moment detach her mind from the details of domestic life? I... | anything decent" "As for instance?" "Well, going for walks, or music, or books, or seeing interesting people. You never do anything that s really worth doing any more than I do." "I always think you could make this room much nicer, if you liked," she observed. "What does it matter what sort of room I have when I m forc... | of Katharine now was of a person of great vitality and composure; and at the moment he could not perceive what poor dear Joan had gained from the fact that she was the granddaughter of a man who kept a shop, and herself earned her own living. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite o... | the use of denying it? What s the use of struggling against it? So it always has been, so it always will be. We ve got no money and we never shall have any money. We shall just turn round in the mill every day of our lives until we drop and die, worn out, as most people do, when one comes to think of it." Joan looked a... | that had a tinge of irony in it, that she was now going to sidle away quickly from this dangerous approach to intimacy on to topics of general and family interest. Nevertheless, he reflected, she was the only one of his family with whom he found it possible to discuss happiness, although he might very well have discuss... | Night And Day |
"It might be a good thing, to get to know new people, that s all." | Ralph Denham | time. Why do you ask?"<|quote|>"It might be a good thing, to get to know new people, that s all."</|quote|>"Poor Ralph!" said Joan suddenly, | don t often have the time. Why do you ask?"<|quote|>"It might be a good thing, to get to know new people, that s all."</|quote|>"Poor Ralph!" said Joan suddenly, with a smile. "You think | to him that she was getting more and more enmeshed in them, and capable of shorter and less frequent flights into the outer world, and yet she was only thirty-three. "D you ever pay calls now?" he asked abruptly. "I don t often have the time. Why do you ask?"<|quote|>"It might be a good thing, to get to know new people... | as a door on the landing slammed vigorously. "And then he won t get up in the morning." ") Ralph looked at the ceiling, and shut his lips closely together. Why, he wondered, could Joan never for one moment detach her mind from the details of domestic life? It seemed to him that she was getting more and more enmeshed in... | or books, or seeing interesting people. You never do anything that s really worth doing any more than I do." "I always think you could make this room much nicer, if you liked," she observed. "What does it matter what sort of room I have when I m forced to spend all the best years of my life drawing up deeds in an offic... | composure; and at the moment he could not perceive what poor dear Joan had gained from the fact that she was the granddaughter of a man who kept a shop, and herself earned her own living. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite of his fundamental belief that, as a family, they were s... | against it? So it always has been, so it always will be. We ve got no money and we never shall have any money. We shall just turn round in the mill every day of our lives until we drop and die, worn out, as most people do, when one comes to think of it." Joan looked at him, opened her lips as if to speak, and closed th... | following impressions of life, the life of the Hilberys was getting the better of the life of the Denhams in his mind, and he wanted to assure himself that there was some quality in which Joan infinitely surpassed Miss Hilbery. He should have felt that his own sister was more original, and had greater vitality than Mis... | Night And Day |
"Poor Ralph!" | Joan | new people, that s all."<|quote|>"Poor Ralph!"</|quote|>said Joan suddenly, with a | thing, to get to know new people, that s all."<|quote|>"Poor Ralph!"</|quote|>said Joan suddenly, with a smile. "You think your sister | shorter and less frequent flights into the outer world, and yet she was only thirty-three. "D you ever pay calls now?" he asked abruptly. "I don t often have the time. Why do you ask?" "It might be a good thing, to get to know new people, that s all."<|quote|>"Poor Ralph!"</|quote|>said Joan suddenly, with a smile. "Yo... | in the morning." ") Ralph looked at the ceiling, and shut his lips closely together. Why, he wondered, could Joan never for one moment detach her mind from the details of domestic life? It seemed to him that she was getting more and more enmeshed in them, and capable of shorter and less frequent flights into the outer ... | any more than I do." "I always think you could make this room much nicer, if you liked," she observed. "What does it matter what sort of room I have when I m forced to spend all the best years of my life drawing up deeds in an office?" "You said two days ago that you found the law so interesting." "So it is if one coul... | from the fact that she was the granddaughter of a man who kept a shop, and herself earned her own living. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite of his fundamental belief that, as a family, they were somehow remarkable. "Shall you talk to mother?" Joan inquired. "Because, you see, t... | no money and we never shall have any money. We shall just turn round in the mill every day of our lives until we drop and die, worn out, as most people do, when one comes to think of it." Joan looked at him, opened her lips as if to speak, and closed them again. Then she said, very tentatively: "Aren t you happy, Ralph... | what poor dear Joan had gained from the fact that she was the granddaughter of a man who kept a shop, and herself earned her own living. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite of his fundamental belief that, as a family, they were somehow remarkable. "Shall you talk to mother?" Joan... | Night And Day |
said Joan suddenly, with a smile. | No speaker | that s all." "Poor Ralph!"<|quote|>said Joan suddenly, with a smile.</|quote|>"You think your sister s | get to know new people, that s all." "Poor Ralph!"<|quote|>said Joan suddenly, with a smile.</|quote|>"You think your sister s getting very old and very | less frequent flights into the outer world, and yet she was only thirty-three. "D you ever pay calls now?" he asked abruptly. "I don t often have the time. Why do you ask?" "It might be a good thing, to get to know new people, that s all." "Poor Ralph!"<|quote|>said Joan suddenly, with a smile.</|quote|>"You think your... | morning." ") Ralph looked at the ceiling, and shut his lips closely together. Why, he wondered, could Joan never for one moment detach her mind from the details of domestic life? It seemed to him that she was getting more and more enmeshed in them, and capable of shorter and less frequent flights into the outer world, ... | than I do." "I always think you could make this room much nicer, if you liked," she observed. "What does it matter what sort of room I have when I m forced to spend all the best years of my life drawing up deeds in an office?" "You said two days ago that you found the law so interesting." "So it is if one could afford ... | fact that she was the granddaughter of a man who kept a shop, and herself earned her own living. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite of his fundamental belief that, as a family, they were somehow remarkable. "Shall you talk to mother?" Joan inquired. "Because, you see, the thing ... | and we never shall have any money. We shall just turn round in the mill every day of our lives until we drop and die, worn out, as most people do, when one comes to think of it." Joan looked at him, opened her lips as if to speak, and closed them again. Then she said, very tentatively: "Aren t you happy, Ralph?" "No. A... | the fact that she was the granddaughter of a man who kept a shop, and herself earned her own living. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite of his fundamental belief that, as a family, they were somehow remarkable. "Shall you talk to mother?" Joan inquired. "Because, you see, the th... | Night And Day |
"You think your sister s getting very old and very dull that s it, isn t it?" | Joan | Joan suddenly, with a smile.<|quote|>"You think your sister s getting very old and very dull that s it, isn t it?"</|quote|>"I don t think anything | s all." "Poor Ralph!" said Joan suddenly, with a smile.<|quote|>"You think your sister s getting very old and very dull that s it, isn t it?"</|quote|>"I don t think anything of the kind," he said | world, and yet she was only thirty-three. "D you ever pay calls now?" he asked abruptly. "I don t often have the time. Why do you ask?" "It might be a good thing, to get to know new people, that s all." "Poor Ralph!" said Joan suddenly, with a smile.<|quote|>"You think your sister s getting very old and very dull that ... | ceiling, and shut his lips closely together. Why, he wondered, could Joan never for one moment detach her mind from the details of domestic life? It seemed to him that she was getting more and more enmeshed in them, and capable of shorter and less frequent flights into the outer world, and yet she was only thirty-three... | you could make this room much nicer, if you liked," she observed. "What does it matter what sort of room I have when I m forced to spend all the best years of my life drawing up deeds in an office?" "You said two days ago that you found the law so interesting." "So it is if one could afford to know anything about it." ... | of a man who kept a shop, and herself earned her own living. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite of his fundamental belief that, as a family, they were somehow remarkable. "Shall you talk to mother?" Joan inquired. "Because, you see, the thing s got to be settled, one way or anot... | money. We shall just turn round in the mill every day of our lives until we drop and die, worn out, as most people do, when one comes to think of it." Joan looked at him, opened her lips as if to speak, and closed them again. Then she said, very tentatively: "Aren t you happy, Ralph?" "No. Are you? Perhaps I m as happy... | the Hilberys in order to abuse them, for in the miniature battle which so often rages between two quickly following impressions of life, the life of the Hilberys was getting the better of the life of the Denhams in his mind, and he wanted to assure himself that there was some quality in which Joan infinitely surpassed ... | Night And Day |
"I don t think anything of the kind," | Ralph Denham | s it, isn t it?"<|quote|>"I don t think anything of the kind,"</|quote|>he said stoutly, but he | old and very dull that s it, isn t it?"<|quote|>"I don t think anything of the kind,"</|quote|>he said stoutly, but he flushed. "But you lead a | don t often have the time. Why do you ask?" "It might be a good thing, to get to know new people, that s all." "Poor Ralph!" said Joan suddenly, with a smile. "You think your sister s getting very old and very dull that s it, isn t it?"<|quote|>"I don t think anything of the kind,"</|quote|>he said stoutly, but he flus... | her mind from the details of domestic life? It seemed to him that she was getting more and more enmeshed in them, and capable of shorter and less frequent flights into the outer world, and yet she was only thirty-three. "D you ever pay calls now?" he asked abruptly. "I don t often have the time. Why do you ask?" "It mi... | sort of room I have when I m forced to spend all the best years of my life drawing up deeds in an office?" "You said two days ago that you found the law so interesting." "So it is if one could afford to know anything about it." (" "That s Herbert only just going to bed now," Joan interposed, as a door on the landing sl... | sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite of his fundamental belief that, as a family, they were somehow remarkable. "Shall you talk to mother?" Joan inquired. "Because, you see, the thing s got to be settled, one way or another. Charles must write to Uncle John if he s going there." Ralph sighed impatiently. "I ... | and die, worn out, as most people do, when one comes to think of it." Joan looked at him, opened her lips as if to speak, and closed them again. Then she said, very tentatively: "Aren t you happy, Ralph?" "No. Are you? Perhaps I m as happy as most people, though. God knows whether I m happy or not. What is happiness?" ... | and wished that she did not look so provincial or suburban in her high green dress with the faded trimming, so patient, and almost resigned. He began to wish to tell her about the Hilberys in order to abuse them, for in the miniature battle which so often rages between two quickly following impressions of life, the lif... | Night And Day |
he said stoutly, but he flushed. | No speaker | think anything of the kind,"<|quote|>he said stoutly, but he flushed.</|quote|>"But you lead a dog | t it?" "I don t think anything of the kind,"<|quote|>he said stoutly, but he flushed.</|quote|>"But you lead a dog s life, Joan. When you | you ask?" "It might be a good thing, to get to know new people, that s all." "Poor Ralph!" said Joan suddenly, with a smile. "You think your sister s getting very old and very dull that s it, isn t it?" "I don t think anything of the kind,"<|quote|>he said stoutly, but he flushed.</|quote|>"But you lead a dog s life, J... | It seemed to him that she was getting more and more enmeshed in them, and capable of shorter and less frequent flights into the outer world, and yet she was only thirty-three. "D you ever pay calls now?" he asked abruptly. "I don t often have the time. Why do you ask?" "It might be a good thing, to get to know new peop... | forced to spend all the best years of my life drawing up deeds in an office?" "You said two days ago that you found the law so interesting." "So it is if one could afford to know anything about it." (" "That s Herbert only just going to bed now," Joan interposed, as a door on the landing slammed vigorously. "And then h... | of his fundamental belief that, as a family, they were somehow remarkable. "Shall you talk to mother?" Joan inquired. "Because, you see, the thing s got to be settled, one way or another. Charles must write to Uncle John if he s going there." Ralph sighed impatiently. "I suppose it doesn t much matter either way," he e... | when one comes to think of it." Joan looked at him, opened her lips as if to speak, and closed them again. Then she said, very tentatively: "Aren t you happy, Ralph?" "No. Are you? Perhaps I m as happy as most people, though. God knows whether I m happy or not. What is happiness?" He glanced with half a smile, in spite... | exclaimed. "He s doomed to misery in the long run." A slight flush came into Joan s cheek. "You know you re talking nonsense," she said. "It doesn t hurt any one to have to earn their own living. I m very glad I have to earn mine." Ralph was pleased that she should feel this, and wished her to continue, but he went on,... | Night And Day |
"But you lead a dog s life, Joan. When you re not working in an office, you re worrying over the rest of us. And I m not much good to you, I m afraid." | Ralph Denham | said stoutly, but he flushed.<|quote|>"But you lead a dog s life, Joan. When you re not working in an office, you re worrying over the rest of us. And I m not much good to you, I m afraid."</|quote|>Joan rose, and stood for | anything of the kind," he said stoutly, but he flushed.<|quote|>"But you lead a dog s life, Joan. When you re not working in an office, you re worrying over the rest of us. And I m not much good to you, I m afraid."</|quote|>Joan rose, and stood for a moment warming her hands, | good thing, to get to know new people, that s all." "Poor Ralph!" said Joan suddenly, with a smile. "You think your sister s getting very old and very dull that s it, isn t it?" "I don t think anything of the kind," he said stoutly, but he flushed.<|quote|>"But you lead a dog s life, Joan. When you re not working in an... | was getting more and more enmeshed in them, and capable of shorter and less frequent flights into the outer world, and yet she was only thirty-three. "D you ever pay calls now?" he asked abruptly. "I don t often have the time. Why do you ask?" "It might be a good thing, to get to know new people, that s all." "Poor Ral... | years of my life drawing up deeds in an office?" "You said two days ago that you found the law so interesting." "So it is if one could afford to know anything about it." (" "That s Herbert only just going to bed now," Joan interposed, as a door on the landing slammed vigorously. "And then he won t get up in the morning... | a family, they were somehow remarkable. "Shall you talk to mother?" Joan inquired. "Because, you see, the thing s got to be settled, one way or another. Charles must write to Uncle John if he s going there." Ralph sighed impatiently. "I suppose it doesn t much matter either way," he exclaimed. "He s doomed to misery in... | it." Joan looked at him, opened her lips as if to speak, and closed them again. Then she said, very tentatively: "Aren t you happy, Ralph?" "No. Are you? Perhaps I m as happy as most people, though. God knows whether I m happy or not. What is happiness?" He glanced with half a smile, in spite of his gloomy irritation, ... | which Joan infinitely surpassed Miss Hilbery. He should have felt that his own sister was more original, and had greater vitality than Miss Hilbery had; but his main impression of Katharine now was of a person of great vitality and composure; and at the moment he could not perceive what poor dear Joan had gained from t... | Night And Day |
Joan rose, and stood for a moment warming her hands, and, apparently, meditating as to whether she should say anything more or not. A feeling of great intimacy united the brother and sister, and the semicircular lines above their eyebrows disappeared. No, there was nothing more to be said on either side. Joan brushed h... | No speaker | to you, I m afraid."<|quote|>Joan rose, and stood for a moment warming her hands, and, apparently, meditating as to whether she should say anything more or not. A feeling of great intimacy united the brother and sister, and the semicircular lines above their eyebrows disappeared. No, there was nothing more to be said o... | I m not much good to you, I m afraid."<|quote|>Joan rose, and stood for a moment warming her hands, and, apparently, meditating as to whether she should say anything more or not. A feeling of great intimacy united the brother and sister, and the semicircular lines above their eyebrows disappeared. No, there was nothing... | it?" "I don t think anything of the kind," he said stoutly, but he flushed. "But you lead a dog s life, Joan. When you re not working in an office, you re worrying over the rest of us. And I m not much good to you, I m afraid."<|quote|>Joan rose, and stood for a moment warming her hands, and, apparently, meditating as ... | "I don t often have the time. Why do you ask?" "It might be a good thing, to get to know new people, that s all." "Poor Ralph!" said Joan suddenly, with a smile. "You think your sister s getting very old and very dull that s it, isn t it?" "I don t think anything of the kind," he said stoutly, but he flushed. "But you ... | "That s Herbert only just going to bed now," Joan interposed, as a door on the landing slammed vigorously. "And then he won t get up in the morning." ") Ralph looked at the ceiling, and shut his lips closely together. Why, he wondered, could Joan never for one moment detach her mind from the details of domestic life? I... | s going there." Ralph sighed impatiently. "I suppose it doesn t much matter either way," he exclaimed. "He s doomed to misery in the long run." A slight flush came into Joan s cheek. "You know you re talking nonsense," she said. "It doesn t hurt any one to have to earn their own living. I m very glad I have to earn min... | most people, though. God knows whether I m happy or not. What is happiness?" He glanced with half a smile, in spite of his gloomy irritation, at his sister. She looked, as usual, as if she were weighing one thing with another, and balancing them together before she made up her mind. "Happiness," she remarked at length ... | m very glad I have to earn mine." Ralph was pleased that she should feel this, and wished her to continue, but he went on, perversely enough. "Isn t that only because you ve forgotten how to enjoy yourself? You never have time for anything decent" "As for instance?" "Well, going for walks, or music, or books, or seeing... | Night And Day |
"Well done, Katharine! What a wonderful head for business you ve got! Now I shall keep this before me, and every day I shall make a little mark in my pocketbook, and on the last day of all let me think, what shall we do to celebrate the last day of all? If it weren t the winter we could take a jaunt to Italy. They say ... | Mrs. Hilbery | her hands and exclaimed enthusiastically:<|quote|>"Well done, Katharine! What a wonderful head for business you ve got! Now I shall keep this before me, and every day I shall make a little mark in my pocketbook, and on the last day of all let me think, what shall we do to celebrate the last day of all? If it weren t th... | very carefully. Then she clapped her hands and exclaimed enthusiastically:<|quote|>"Well done, Katharine! What a wonderful head for business you ve got! Now I shall keep this before me, and every day I shall make a little mark in my pocketbook, and on the last day of all let me think, what shall we do to celebrate the ... | out on a sheet of paper that the completion of the book was certain, and she laid her scheme before her mother with a feeling that much of the task was already accomplished. Mrs. Hilbery examined the sheet of paper very carefully. Then she clapped her hands and exclaimed enthusiastically:<|quote|>"Well done, Katharine!... | empty, secluded hours before them. They were to keep their eyes fast upon the paper, and nothing was to tempt them to speech, save at the stroke of the hour when ten minutes for relaxation were to be allowed them. If these rules were observed for a year, she made out on a sheet of paper that the completion of the book ... | she was twenty-seven, these thoughts had become very familiar to her. They trod their way through her mind as she sat opposite her mother of a morning at a table heaped with bundles of old letters and well supplied with pencils, scissors, bottles of gum, india-rubber bands, large envelopes, and other appliances for the... | so that the sixteenth year of Richard Alardyce s life succeeded the fifteenth was beyond her skill. And yet they were so brilliant, these paragraphs, so nobly phrased, so lightning-like in their illumination, that the dead seemed to crowd the very room. Read continuously, they produced a sort of vertigo, and set her as... | this effect found their way into the literary papers, and for some time Katharine worked with a sense of great pride and achievement. Lately, however, it had seemed to her that they were making no way at all, and this was the more tantalizing because no one with the ghost of a literary temperament could doubt but that ... | separation from his wife. She drafted passages to suit either case, and then liked each so well that she could not decide upon the rejection of either. But the book must be written. It was a duty that they owed the world, and to Katharine, at least, it meant more than that, for if they could not between them get this o... | Night And Day |
When they inspected her manuscripts, which Katharine had put in order, they found a state of things well calculated to dash their spirits, if they had not just resolved on reform. They found, to begin with, a great variety of very imposing paragraphs with which the biography was to open; many of these, it is true, were... | No speaker | book. Now let me see"<|quote|>When they inspected her manuscripts, which Katharine had put in order, they found a state of things well calculated to dash their spirits, if they had not just resolved on reform. They found, to begin with, a great variety of very imposing paragraphs with which the biography was to open; m... | thing is to finish the book. Now let me see"<|quote|>When they inspected her manuscripts, which Katharine had put in order, they found a state of things well calculated to dash their spirits, if they had not just resolved on reform. They found, to begin with, a great variety of very imposing paragraphs with which the b... | do to celebrate the last day of all? If it weren t the winter we could take a jaunt to Italy. They say Switzerland s very lovely in the snow, except for the cold. But, as you say, the great thing is to finish the book. Now let me see"<|quote|>When they inspected her manuscripts, which Katharine had put in order, they f... | clapped her hands and exclaimed enthusiastically: "Well done, Katharine! What a wonderful head for business you ve got! Now I shall keep this before me, and every day I shall make a little mark in my pocketbook, and on the last day of all let me think, what shall we do to celebrate the last day of all? If it weren t th... | clock, with a clean-swept morning of empty, secluded hours before them. They were to keep their eyes fast upon the paper, and nothing was to tempt them to speech, save at the stroke of the hour when ten minutes for relaxation were to be allowed them. If these rules were observed for a year, she made out on a sheet of p... | to be told the truth about the poet s separation from his wife. She drafted passages to suit either case, and then liked each so well that she could not decide upon the rejection of either. But the book must be written. It was a duty that they owed the world, and to Katharine, at least, it meant more than that, for if ... | of close-written manuscript. In addition to this Mrs. Hilbery had in her own head as bright a vision of that time as now remained to the living, and could give those flashes and thrills to the old words which gave them almost the substance of flesh. She had no difficulty in writing, and covered a page every morning as ... | and other appliances for the manufacture of books. Shortly before Ralph Denham s visit, Katharine had resolved to try the effect of strict rules upon her mother s habits of literary composition. They were to be seated at their tables every morning at ten o clock, with a clean-swept morning of empty, secluded hours befo... | Night And Day |
"your wicked old Uncle Judge Peter, who used to be heard delivering sentence of death in the bathroom. Thank Heaven, Katharine, I ve not a drop of _him_ in me!" | Mrs. Hilbery | tender, would liken her to<|quote|>"your wicked old Uncle Judge Peter, who used to be heard delivering sentence of death in the bathroom. Thank Heaven, Katharine, I ve not a drop of _him_ in me!"</|quote|>CHAPTER IV At about nine | was half malicious and half tender, would liken her to<|quote|>"your wicked old Uncle Judge Peter, who used to be heard delivering sentence of death in the bathroom. Thank Heaven, Katharine, I ve not a drop of _him_ in me!"</|quote|>CHAPTER IV At about nine o clock at night, on | with a sense of irritation. Her mother was the last person she wished to resemble, much though she admired her. Her common sense would assert itself almost brutally, and Mrs. Hilbery, looking at her with her odd sidelong glance, that was half malicious and half tender, would liken her to<|quote|>"your wicked old Uncle ... | she would see that her mother, too, had lapsed into some dream almost as visionary as her own, for the people who played their parts in it had long been numbered among the dead. But, seeing her own state mirrored in her mother s face, Katharine would shake herself awake with a sense of irritation. Her mother was the la... | was that in her mind mathematics were directly opposed to literature. She would not have cared to confess how infinitely she preferred the exactitude, the star-like impersonality, of figures to the confusion, agitation, and vagueness of the finest prose. There was something a little unseemly in thus opposing the tradit... | ship in a hurricane round a black promontory of rock, or in others more peaceful, but marked by her complete emancipation from her present surroundings and, needless to say, by her surpassing ability in her new vocation. When she was rid of the pretense of paper and pen, phrase-making and biography, she turned her atte... | example, was a constant source of surprise to her, and at the age of sixty-five she was still amazed at the ascendancy which rules and reasons exerted over the lives of other people. She had never learnt her lesson, and had constantly to be punished for her ignorance. But as that ignorance was combined with a fine natu... | staircase, and she slipped her paper between the leaves of a great Greek dictionary which she had purloined from her father s room for this purpose. It was only at night, indeed, that she felt secure enough from surprise to concentrate her mind to the utmost. Perhaps the unwomanly nature of the science made her instinc... | Night And Day |
CHAPTER IV At about nine o clock at night, on every alternate Wednesday, Miss Mary Datchet made the same resolve, that she would never again lend her rooms for any purposes whatsoever. Being, as they were, rather large and conveniently situated in a street mostly dedicated to offices off the Strand, people who wished t... | No speaker | drop of _him_ in me!"<|quote|>CHAPTER IV At about nine o clock at night, on every alternate Wednesday, Miss Mary Datchet made the same resolve, that she would never again lend her rooms for any purposes whatsoever. Being, as they were, rather large and conveniently situated in a street mostly dedicated to offices off t... | Katharine, I ve not a drop of _him_ in me!"<|quote|>CHAPTER IV At about nine o clock at night, on every alternate Wednesday, Miss Mary Datchet made the same resolve, that she would never again lend her rooms for any purposes whatsoever. Being, as they were, rather large and conveniently situated in a street mostly dedi... | Hilbery, looking at her with her odd sidelong glance, that was half malicious and half tender, would liken her to "your wicked old Uncle Judge Peter, who used to be heard delivering sentence of death in the bathroom. Thank Heaven, Katharine, I ve not a drop of _him_ in me!"<|quote|>CHAPTER IV At about nine o clock at n... | numbered among the dead. But, seeing her own state mirrored in her mother s face, Katharine would shake herself awake with a sense of irritation. Her mother was the last person she wished to resemble, much though she admired her. Her common sense would assert itself almost brutally, and Mrs. Hilbery, looking at her wit... | the confusion, agitation, and vagueness of the finest prose. There was something a little unseemly in thus opposing the tradition of her family; something that made her feel wrong-headed, and thus more than ever disposed to shut her desires away from view and cherish them with extraordinary fondness. Again and again sh... | her surpassing ability in her new vocation. When she was rid of the pretense of paper and pen, phrase-making and biography, she turned her attention in a more legitimate direction, though, strangely enough, she would rather have confessed her wildest dreams of hurricane and prairie than the fact that, upstairs, alone i... | of other people. She had never learnt her lesson, and had constantly to be punished for her ignorance. But as that ignorance was combined with a fine natural insight which saw deep whenever it saw at all, it was not possible to write Mrs. Hilbery off among the dunces; on the contrary, she had a way of seeming the wises... | had, no one troubled themselves to inquire. It was understood that she was helping her mother to produce a great book. She was known to manage the household. She was certainly beautiful. That accounted for her satisfactorily. But it would have been a surprise, not only to other people but to Katharine herself, if some ... | Night And Day |
"And here we are," | Mary Datchet | wrinkled skin of the sea.<|quote|>"And here we are,"</|quote|>she said, half aloud, half | pathway of silver upon the wrinkled skin of the sea.<|quote|>"And here we are,"</|quote|>she said, half aloud, half satirically, yet with evident pride, | and quiet. Mary was led to think of the heights of a Sussex down, and the swelling green circle of some camp of ancient warriors. The moonlight would be falling there so peacefully now, and she could fancy the rough pathway of silver upon the wrinkled skin of the sea.<|quote|>"And here we are,"</|quote|>she said, half ... | bright silk. She knelt before the fire and looked out into the room. The light fell softly, but with clear radiance, through shades of yellow and blue paper, and the room, which was set with one or two sofas resembling grassy mounds in their lack of shape, looked unusually large and quiet. Mary was led to think of the ... | end of a fairly hard day s work it was certainly something of an effort to clear one s room, to pull the mattress off one s bed, and lay it on the floor, to fill a pitcher with cold coffee, and to sweep a long table clear for plates and cups and saucers, with pyramids of little pink biscuits between them; but when thes... | furniture against the wall, and placing of breakable and precious things in safe places. Miss Datchet was quite capable of lifting a kitchen table on her back, if need were, for although well-proportioned and dressed becomingly, she had the appearance of unusual strength and determination. She was some twenty-five year... | conceal her love of it. But the more profound reason was that in her mind mathematics were directly opposed to literature. She would not have cared to confess how infinitely she preferred the exactitude, the star-like impersonality, of figures to the confusion, agitation, and vagueness of the finest prose. There was so... | evident that all the feminine instincts of pleasing, soothing, and charming were crossed by others in no way peculiar to her sex. For the rest she was brown-eyed, a little clumsy in movement, and suggested country birth and a descent from respectable hard-working ancestors, who had been men of faith and integrity rathe... | Night And Day |
she said, half aloud, half satirically, yet with evident pride, | No speaker | sea. "And here we are,"<|quote|>she said, half aloud, half satirically, yet with evident pride,</|quote|>"talking about art." She pulled | the wrinkled skin of the sea. "And here we are,"<|quote|>she said, half aloud, half satirically, yet with evident pride,</|quote|>"talking about art." She pulled a basket containing balls of | led to think of the heights of a Sussex down, and the swelling green circle of some camp of ancient warriors. The moonlight would be falling there so peacefully now, and she could fancy the rough pathway of silver upon the wrinkled skin of the sea. "And here we are,"<|quote|>she said, half aloud, half satirically, yet ... | before the fire and looked out into the room. The light fell softly, but with clear radiance, through shades of yellow and blue paper, and the room, which was set with one or two sofas resembling grassy mounds in their lack of shape, looked unusually large and quiet. Mary was led to think of the heights of a Sussex dow... | hard day s work it was certainly something of an effort to clear one s room, to pull the mattress off one s bed, and lay it on the floor, to fill a pitcher with cold coffee, and to sweep a long table clear for plates and cups and saucers, with pyramids of little pink biscuits between them; but when these alterations we... | and placing of breakable and precious things in safe places. Miss Datchet was quite capable of lifting a kitchen table on her back, if need were, for although well-proportioned and dressed becomingly, she had the appearance of unusual strength and determination. She was some twenty-five years of age, but looked older b... | it. But the more profound reason was that in her mind mathematics were directly opposed to literature. She would not have cared to confess how infinitely she preferred the exactitude, the star-like impersonality, of figures to the confusion, agitation, and vagueness of the finest prose. There was something a little uns... | resolve, that she would never again lend her rooms for any purposes whatsoever. Being, as they were, rather large and conveniently situated in a street mostly dedicated to offices off the Strand, people who wished to meet, either for purposes of enjoyment, or to discuss art, or to reform the State, had a way of suggest... | Night And Day |
"talking about art." | Mary Datchet | satirically, yet with evident pride,<|quote|>"talking about art."</|quote|>She pulled a basket containing | she said, half aloud, half satirically, yet with evident pride,<|quote|>"talking about art."</|quote|>She pulled a basket containing balls of differently colored wools | and the swelling green circle of some camp of ancient warriors. The moonlight would be falling there so peacefully now, and she could fancy the rough pathway of silver upon the wrinkled skin of the sea. "And here we are," she said, half aloud, half satirically, yet with evident pride,<|quote|>"talking about art."</|quo... | light fell softly, but with clear radiance, through shades of yellow and blue paper, and the room, which was set with one or two sofas resembling grassy mounds in their lack of shape, looked unusually large and quiet. Mary was led to think of the heights of a Sussex down, and the swelling green circle of some camp of a... | effort to clear one s room, to pull the mattress off one s bed, and lay it on the floor, to fill a pitcher with cold coffee, and to sweep a long table clear for plates and cups and saucers, with pyramids of little pink biscuits between them; but when these alterations were effected, Mary felt a lightness of spirit come... | Miss Datchet was quite capable of lifting a kitchen table on her back, if need were, for although well-proportioned and dressed becomingly, she had the appearance of unusual strength and determination. She was some twenty-five years of age, but looked older because she earned, or intended to earn, her own living, and h... | mind mathematics were directly opposed to literature. She would not have cared to confess how infinitely she preferred the exactitude, the star-like impersonality, of figures to the confusion, agitation, and vagueness of the finest prose. There was something a little unseemly in thus opposing the tradition of her famil... | Peter, who used to be heard delivering sentence of death in the bathroom. Thank Heaven, Katharine, I ve not a drop of _him_ in me!" CHAPTER IV At about nine o clock at night, on every alternate Wednesday, Miss Mary Datchet made the same resolve, that she would never again lend her rooms for any purposes whatsoever. Bei... | Night And Day |
She pulled a basket containing balls of differently colored wools and a pair of stockings which needed darning towards her, and began to set her fingers to work; while her mind, reflecting the lassitude of her body, went on perversely, conjuring up visions of solitude and quiet, and she pictured herself laying aside he... | No speaker | evident pride, "talking about art."<|quote|>She pulled a basket containing balls of differently colored wools and a pair of stockings which needed darning towards her, and began to set her fingers to work; while her mind, reflecting the lassitude of her body, went on perversely, conjuring up visions of solitude and qui... | aloud, half satirically, yet with evident pride, "talking about art."<|quote|>She pulled a basket containing balls of differently colored wools and a pair of stockings which needed darning towards her, and began to set her fingers to work; while her mind, reflecting the lassitude of her body, went on perversely, conjur... | green circle of some camp of ancient warriors. The moonlight would be falling there so peacefully now, and she could fancy the rough pathway of silver upon the wrinkled skin of the sea. "And here we are," she said, half aloud, half satirically, yet with evident pride, "talking about art."<|quote|>She pulled a basket co... | but with clear radiance, through shades of yellow and blue paper, and the room, which was set with one or two sofas resembling grassy mounds in their lack of shape, looked unusually large and quiet. Mary was led to think of the heights of a Sussex down, and the swelling green circle of some camp of ancient warriors. Th... | one s room, to pull the mattress off one s bed, and lay it on the floor, to fill a pitcher with cold coffee, and to sweep a long table clear for plates and cups and saucers, with pyramids of little pink biscuits between them; but when these alterations were effected, Mary felt a lightness of spirit come to her, as if s... | quite capable of lifting a kitchen table on her back, if need were, for although well-proportioned and dressed becomingly, she had the appearance of unusual strength and determination. She was some twenty-five years of age, but looked older because she earned, or intended to earn, her own living, and had already lost t... | directly opposed to literature. She would not have cared to confess how infinitely she preferred the exactitude, the star-like impersonality, of figures to the confusion, agitation, and vagueness of the finest prose. There was something a little unseemly in thus opposing the tradition of her family; something that made... | purposes whatsoever. Being, as they were, rather large and conveniently situated in a street mostly dedicated to offices off the Strand, people who wished to meet, either for purposes of enjoyment, or to discuss art, or to reform the State, had a way of suggesting that Mary had better be asked to lend them her rooms. S... | Night And Day |
"Alone?" | Ralph Denham | Ralph Denham, who followed her.<|quote|>"Alone?"</|quote|>he said, as if he | and she was talking to Ralph Denham, who followed her.<|quote|>"Alone?"</|quote|>he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that | clock at Westminster itself. As the last of them died away, there was a firm knocking on her own door, and she rose and opened it. She returned to the room, with a look of steady pleasure in her eyes, and she was talking to Ralph Denham, who followed her.<|quote|>"Alone?"</|quote|>he said, as if he were pleasantly surp... | very center of it all, that center which was constantly in the minds of people in remote Canadian forests and on the plains of India, when their thoughts turned to England. The nine mellow strokes, by which she was now apprised of the hour, were a message from the great clock at Westminster itself. As the last of them ... | wool, she thought of the various stages in her own life which made her present position seem the culmination of successive miracles. She thought of her clerical father in his country parsonage, and of her mother s death, and of her own determination to obtain education, and of her college life, which had merged, not so... | moonlight would be falling there so peacefully now, and she could fancy the rough pathway of silver upon the wrinkled skin of the sea. "And here we are," she said, half aloud, half satirically, yet with evident pride, "talking about art." She pulled a basket containing balls of differently colored wools and a pair of s... | her. This fortnightly meeting of a society for the free discussion of everything entailed a great deal of moving, and pulling, and ranging of furniture against the wall, and placing of breakable and precious things in safe places. Miss Datchet was quite capable of lifting a kitchen table on her back, if need were, for ... | rejoice equally in solitude, and in the presence of the many very different people who were now making their way, by divers paths, across London to the spot where she was sitting. As she ran her needle in and out of the wool, she thought of the various stages in her own life which made her present position seem the cul... | Night And Day |
he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact. | No speaker | Denham, who followed her. "Alone?"<|quote|>he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact.</|quote|>"I am sometimes alone," she | she was talking to Ralph Denham, who followed her. "Alone?"<|quote|>he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact.</|quote|>"I am sometimes alone," she replied. "But you expect a | at Westminster itself. As the last of them died away, there was a firm knocking on her own door, and she rose and opened it. She returned to the room, with a look of steady pleasure in her eyes, and she was talking to Ralph Denham, who followed her. "Alone?"<|quote|>he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that f... | center of it all, that center which was constantly in the minds of people in remote Canadian forests and on the plains of India, when their thoughts turned to England. The nine mellow strokes, by which she was now apprised of the hour, were a message from the great clock at Westminster itself. As the last of them died ... | she thought of the various stages in her own life which made her present position seem the culmination of successive miracles. She thought of her clerical father in his country parsonage, and of her mother s death, and of her own determination to obtain education, and of her college life, which had merged, not so very ... | would be falling there so peacefully now, and she could fancy the rough pathway of silver upon the wrinkled skin of the sea. "And here we are," she said, half aloud, half satirically, yet with evident pride, "talking about art." She pulled a basket containing balls of differently colored wools and a pair of stockings w... | This fortnightly meeting of a society for the free discussion of everything entailed a great deal of moving, and pulling, and ranging of furniture against the wall, and placing of breakable and precious things in safe places. Miss Datchet was quite capable of lifting a kitchen table on her back, if need were, for altho... | in the presence of the many very different people who were now making their way, by divers paths, across London to the spot where she was sitting. As she ran her needle in and out of the wool, she thought of the various stages in her own life which made her present position seem the culmination of successive miracles. ... | Night And Day |
"I am sometimes alone," | Mary Datchet | pleasantly surprised by that fact.<|quote|>"I am sometimes alone,"</|quote|>she replied. "But you expect | said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact.<|quote|>"I am sometimes alone,"</|quote|>she replied. "But you expect a great many people," he | was a firm knocking on her own door, and she rose and opened it. She returned to the room, with a look of steady pleasure in her eyes, and she was talking to Ralph Denham, who followed her. "Alone?" he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact.<|quote|>"I am sometimes alone,"</|quote|>she replied. "But you ... | minds of people in remote Canadian forests and on the plains of India, when their thoughts turned to England. The nine mellow strokes, by which she was now apprised of the hour, were a message from the great clock at Westminster itself. As the last of them died away, there was a firm knocking on her own door, and she r... | made her present position seem the culmination of successive miracles. She thought of her clerical father in his country parsonage, and of her mother s death, and of her own determination to obtain education, and of her college life, which had merged, not so very long ago, in the wonderful maze of London, which still s... | the rough pathway of silver upon the wrinkled skin of the sea. "And here we are," she said, half aloud, half satirically, yet with evident pride, "talking about art." She pulled a basket containing balls of differently colored wools and a pair of stockings which needed darning towards her, and began to set her fingers ... | everything entailed a great deal of moving, and pulling, and ranging of furniture against the wall, and placing of breakable and precious things in safe places. Miss Datchet was quite capable of lifting a kitchen table on her back, if need were, for although well-proportioned and dressed becomingly, she had the appeara... | pleasure from the reflection that she could rejoice equally in solitude, and in the presence of the many very different people who were now making their way, by divers paths, across London to the spot where she was sitting. As she ran her needle in and out of the wool, she thought of the various stages in her own life ... | Night And Day |
she replied. | No speaker | fact. "I am sometimes alone,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"But you expect a great | were pleasantly surprised by that fact. "I am sometimes alone,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"But you expect a great many people," he added, looking | on her own door, and she rose and opened it. She returned to the room, with a look of steady pleasure in her eyes, and she was talking to Ralph Denham, who followed her. "Alone?" he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact. "I am sometimes alone,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"But you expect a great many ... | remote Canadian forests and on the plains of India, when their thoughts turned to England. The nine mellow strokes, by which she was now apprised of the hour, were a message from the great clock at Westminster itself. As the last of them died away, there was a firm knocking on her own door, and she rose and opened it. ... | seem the culmination of successive miracles. She thought of her clerical father in his country parsonage, and of her mother s death, and of her own determination to obtain education, and of her college life, which had merged, not so very long ago, in the wonderful maze of London, which still seemed to her, in spite of ... | silver upon the wrinkled skin of the sea. "And here we are," she said, half aloud, half satirically, yet with evident pride, "talking about art." She pulled a basket containing balls of differently colored wools and a pair of stockings which needed darning towards her, and began to set her fingers to work; while her mi... | deal of moving, and pulling, and ranging of furniture against the wall, and placing of breakable and precious things in safe places. Miss Datchet was quite capable of lifting a kitchen table on her back, if need were, for although well-proportioned and dressed becomingly, she had the appearance of unusual strength and ... | there so peacefully now, and she could fancy the rough pathway of silver upon the wrinkled skin of the sea. "And here we are," she said, half aloud, half satirically, yet with evident pride, "talking about art." She pulled a basket containing balls of differently colored wools and a pair of stockings which needed darni... | Night And Day |
"But you expect a great many people," | Ralph Denham | am sometimes alone," she replied.<|quote|>"But you expect a great many people,"</|quote|>he added, looking round him. | surprised by that fact. "I am sometimes alone," she replied.<|quote|>"But you expect a great many people,"</|quote|>he added, looking round him. "It s like a room | own door, and she rose and opened it. She returned to the room, with a look of steady pleasure in her eyes, and she was talking to Ralph Denham, who followed her. "Alone?" he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact. "I am sometimes alone," she replied.<|quote|>"But you expect a great many people,"</|quote... | forests and on the plains of India, when their thoughts turned to England. The nine mellow strokes, by which she was now apprised of the hour, were a message from the great clock at Westminster itself. As the last of them died away, there was a firm knocking on her own door, and she rose and opened it. She returned to ... | culmination of successive miracles. She thought of her clerical father in his country parsonage, and of her mother s death, and of her own determination to obtain education, and of her college life, which had merged, not so very long ago, in the wonderful maze of London, which still seemed to her, in spite of her const... | the wrinkled skin of the sea. "And here we are," she said, half aloud, half satirically, yet with evident pride, "talking about art." She pulled a basket containing balls of differently colored wools and a pair of stockings which needed darning towards her, and began to set her fingers to work; while her mind, reflecti... | moving, and pulling, and ranging of furniture against the wall, and placing of breakable and precious things in safe places. Miss Datchet was quite capable of lifting a kitchen table on her back, if need were, for although well-proportioned and dressed becomingly, she had the appearance of unusual strength and determin... | peacefully now, and she could fancy the rough pathway of silver upon the wrinkled skin of the sea. "And here we are," she said, half aloud, half satirically, yet with evident pride, "talking about art." She pulled a basket containing balls of differently colored wools and a pair of stockings which needed darning toward... | Night And Day |
he added, looking round him. | No speaker | expect a great many people,"<|quote|>he added, looking round him.</|quote|>"It s like a room | alone," she replied. "But you expect a great many people,"<|quote|>he added, looking round him.</|quote|>"It s like a room on the stage. Who is | it. She returned to the room, with a look of steady pleasure in her eyes, and she was talking to Ralph Denham, who followed her. "Alone?" he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact. "I am sometimes alone," she replied. "But you expect a great many people,"<|quote|>he added, looking round him.</|quote|>"It... | when their thoughts turned to England. The nine mellow strokes, by which she was now apprised of the hour, were a message from the great clock at Westminster itself. As the last of them died away, there was a firm knocking on her own door, and she rose and opened it. She returned to the room, with a look of steady plea... | her clerical father in his country parsonage, and of her mother s death, and of her own determination to obtain education, and of her college life, which had merged, not so very long ago, in the wonderful maze of London, which still seemed to her, in spite of her constitutional level-headedness, like a vast electric li... | here we are," she said, half aloud, half satirically, yet with evident pride, "talking about art." She pulled a basket containing balls of differently colored wools and a pair of stockings which needed darning towards her, and began to set her fingers to work; while her mind, reflecting the lassitude of her body, went ... | against the wall, and placing of breakable and precious things in safe places. Miss Datchet was quite capable of lifting a kitchen table on her back, if need were, for although well-proportioned and dressed becomingly, she had the appearance of unusual strength and determination. She was some twenty-five years of age, ... | darning towards her, and began to set her fingers to work; while her mind, reflecting the lassitude of her body, went on perversely, conjuring up visions of solitude and quiet, and she pictured herself laying aside her knitting and walking out on to the down, and hearing nothing but the sheep cropping the grass close t... | Night And Day |
"It s like a room on the stage. Who is it to-night?" | Ralph Denham | he added, looking round him.<|quote|>"It s like a room on the stage. Who is it to-night?"</|quote|>"William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan | expect a great many people," he added, looking round him.<|quote|>"It s like a room on the stage. Who is it to-night?"</|quote|>"William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use of metaphor. I expect | room, with a look of steady pleasure in her eyes, and she was talking to Ralph Denham, who followed her. "Alone?" he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact. "I am sometimes alone," she replied. "But you expect a great many people," he added, looking round him.<|quote|>"It s like a room on the stage. Who ... | England. The nine mellow strokes, by which she was now apprised of the hour, were a message from the great clock at Westminster itself. As the last of them died away, there was a firm knocking on her own door, and she rose and opened it. She returned to the room, with a look of steady pleasure in her eyes, and she was ... | country parsonage, and of her mother s death, and of her own determination to obtain education, and of her college life, which had merged, not so very long ago, in the wonderful maze of London, which still seemed to her, in spite of her constitutional level-headedness, like a vast electric light, casting radiance upon ... | half aloud, half satirically, yet with evident pride, "talking about art." She pulled a basket containing balls of differently colored wools and a pair of stockings which needed darning towards her, and began to set her fingers to work; while her mind, reflecting the lassitude of her body, went on perversely, conjuring... | of breakable and precious things in safe places. Miss Datchet was quite capable of lifting a kitchen table on her back, if need were, for although well-proportioned and dressed becomingly, she had the appearance of unusual strength and determination. She was some twenty-five years of age, but looked older because she e... | of little pink biscuits between them; but when these alterations were effected, Mary felt a lightness of spirit come to her, as if she had put off the stout stuff of her working hours and slipped over her entire being some vesture of thin, bright silk. She knelt before the fire and looked out into the room. The light f... | Night And Day |
"William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use of metaphor. I expect a good solid paper, with plenty of quotations from the classics." | Mary Datchet | stage. Who is it to-night?"<|quote|>"William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use of metaphor. I expect a good solid paper, with plenty of quotations from the classics."</|quote|>Ralph warmed his hands at | like a room on the stage. Who is it to-night?"<|quote|>"William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use of metaphor. I expect a good solid paper, with plenty of quotations from the classics."</|quote|>Ralph warmed his hands at the fire, which was flapping | was talking to Ralph Denham, who followed her. "Alone?" he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact. "I am sometimes alone," she replied. "But you expect a great many people," he added, looking round him. "It s like a room on the stage. Who is it to-night?"<|quote|>"William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use... | the hour, were a message from the great clock at Westminster itself. As the last of them died away, there was a firm knocking on her own door, and she rose and opened it. She returned to the room, with a look of steady pleasure in her eyes, and she was talking to Ralph Denham, who followed her. "Alone?" he said, as if ... | determination to obtain education, and of her college life, which had merged, not so very long ago, in the wonderful maze of London, which still seemed to her, in spite of her constitutional level-headedness, like a vast electric light, casting radiance upon the myriads of men and women who crowded round it. And here s... | pulled a basket containing balls of differently colored wools and a pair of stockings which needed darning towards her, and began to set her fingers to work; while her mind, reflecting the lassitude of her body, went on perversely, conjuring up visions of solitude and quiet, and she pictured herself laying aside her kn... | capable of lifting a kitchen table on her back, if need were, for although well-proportioned and dressed becomingly, she had the appearance of unusual strength and determination. She was some twenty-five years of age, but looked older because she earned, or intended to earn, her own living, and had already lost the loo... | to the spot where she was sitting. As she ran her needle in and out of the wool, she thought of the various stages in her own life which made her present position seem the culmination of successive miracles. She thought of her clerical father in his country parsonage, and of her mother s death, and of her own determina... | Night And Day |
Ralph warmed his hands at the fire, which was flapping bravely in the grate, while Mary took up her stocking again. | No speaker | of quotations from the classics."<|quote|>Ralph warmed his hands at the fire, which was flapping bravely in the grate, while Mary took up her stocking again.</|quote|>"I suppose you are the | good solid paper, with plenty of quotations from the classics."<|quote|>Ralph warmed his hands at the fire, which was flapping bravely in the grate, while Mary took up her stocking again.</|quote|>"I suppose you are the only woman in London who | am sometimes alone," she replied. "But you expect a great many people," he added, looking round him. "It s like a room on the stage. Who is it to-night?" "William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use of metaphor. I expect a good solid paper, with plenty of quotations from the classics."<|quote|>Ralph warmed his hands at th... | a firm knocking on her own door, and she rose and opened it. She returned to the room, with a look of steady pleasure in her eyes, and she was talking to Ralph Denham, who followed her. "Alone?" he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact. "I am sometimes alone," she replied. "But you expect a great many p... | of London, which still seemed to her, in spite of her constitutional level-headedness, like a vast electric light, casting radiance upon the myriads of men and women who crowded round it. And here she was at the very center of it all, that center which was constantly in the minds of people in remote Canadian forests an... | to set her fingers to work; while her mind, reflecting the lassitude of her body, went on perversely, conjuring up visions of solitude and quiet, and she pictured herself laying aside her knitting and walking out on to the down, and hearing nothing but the sheep cropping the grass close to the roots, while the shadows ... | appearance of unusual strength and determination. She was some twenty-five years of age, but looked older because she earned, or intended to earn, her own living, and had already lost the look of the irresponsible spectator, and taken on that of the private in the army of workers. Her gestures seemed to have a certain ... | with one or two sofas resembling grassy mounds in their lack of shape, looked unusually large and quiet. Mary was led to think of the heights of a Sussex down, and the swelling green circle of some camp of ancient warriors. The moonlight would be falling there so peacefully now, and she could fancy the rough pathway of... | Night And Day |
"I suppose you are the only woman in London who darns her own stockings," | Ralph Denham | took up her stocking again.<|quote|>"I suppose you are the only woman in London who darns her own stockings,"</|quote|>he observed. "I m only | in the grate, while Mary took up her stocking again.<|quote|>"I suppose you are the only woman in London who darns her own stockings,"</|quote|>he observed. "I m only one of a great many | room on the stage. Who is it to-night?" "William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use of metaphor. I expect a good solid paper, with plenty of quotations from the classics." Ralph warmed his hands at the fire, which was flapping bravely in the grate, while Mary took up her stocking again.<|quote|>"I suppose you are the onl... | of steady pleasure in her eyes, and she was talking to Ralph Denham, who followed her. "Alone?" he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact. "I am sometimes alone," she replied. "But you expect a great many people," he added, looking round him. "It s like a room on the stage. Who is it to-night?" "William ... | the myriads of men and women who crowded round it. And here she was at the very center of it all, that center which was constantly in the minds of people in remote Canadian forests and on the plains of India, when their thoughts turned to England. The nine mellow strokes, by which she was now apprised of the hour, were... | of solitude and quiet, and she pictured herself laying aside her knitting and walking out on to the down, and hearing nothing but the sheep cropping the grass close to the roots, while the shadows of the little trees moved very slightly this way and that in the moonlight, as the breeze went through them. But she was pe... | to earn, her own living, and had already lost the look of the irresponsible spectator, and taken on that of the private in the army of workers. Her gestures seemed to have a certain purpose, the muscles round eyes and lips were set rather firmly, as though the senses had undergone some discipline, and were held ready f... | culmination of successive miracles. She thought of her clerical father in his country parsonage, and of her mother s death, and of her own determination to obtain education, and of her college life, which had merged, not so very long ago, in the wonderful maze of London, which still seemed to her, in spite of her const... | Night And Day |
he observed. | No speaker | who darns her own stockings,"<|quote|>he observed.</|quote|>"I m only one of | the only woman in London who darns her own stockings,"<|quote|>he observed.</|quote|>"I m only one of a great many thousands really," | of metaphor. I expect a good solid paper, with plenty of quotations from the classics." Ralph warmed his hands at the fire, which was flapping bravely in the grate, while Mary took up her stocking again. "I suppose you are the only woman in London who darns her own stockings,"<|quote|>he observed.</|quote|>"I m only on... | followed her. "Alone?" he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact. "I am sometimes alone," she replied. "But you expect a great many people," he added, looking round him. "It s like a room on the stage. Who is it to-night?" "William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use of metaphor. I expect a good solid paper... | at the very center of it all, that center which was constantly in the minds of people in remote Canadian forests and on the plains of India, when their thoughts turned to England. The nine mellow strokes, by which she was now apprised of the hour, were a message from the great clock at Westminster itself. As the last o... | out on to the down, and hearing nothing but the sheep cropping the grass close to the roots, while the shadows of the little trees moved very slightly this way and that in the moonlight, as the breeze went through them. But she was perfectly conscious of her present situation, and derived some pleasure from the reflect... | spectator, and taken on that of the private in the army of workers. Her gestures seemed to have a certain purpose, the muscles round eyes and lips were set rather firmly, as though the senses had undergone some discipline, and were held ready for a call on them. She had contracted two faint lines between her eyebrows, ... | thin, bright silk. She knelt before the fire and looked out into the room. The light fell softly, but with clear radiance, through shades of yellow and blue paper, and the room, which was set with one or two sofas resembling grassy mounds in their lack of shape, looked unusually large and quiet. Mary was led to think o... | Night And Day |
"I m only one of a great many thousands really," | Mary Datchet | her own stockings," he observed.<|quote|>"I m only one of a great many thousands really,"</|quote|>she replied, "though I must | woman in London who darns her own stockings," he observed.<|quote|>"I m only one of a great many thousands really,"</|quote|>she replied, "though I must admit that I was thinking | I expect a good solid paper, with plenty of quotations from the classics." Ralph warmed his hands at the fire, which was flapping bravely in the grate, while Mary took up her stocking again. "I suppose you are the only woman in London who darns her own stockings," he observed.<|quote|>"I m only one of a great many thou... | "Alone?" he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact. "I am sometimes alone," she replied. "But you expect a great many people," he added, looking round him. "It s like a room on the stage. Who is it to-night?" "William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use of metaphor. I expect a good solid paper, with plenty ... | very center of it all, that center which was constantly in the minds of people in remote Canadian forests and on the plains of India, when their thoughts turned to England. The nine mellow strokes, by which she was now apprised of the hour, were a message from the great clock at Westminster itself. As the last of them ... | to the down, and hearing nothing but the sheep cropping the grass close to the roots, while the shadows of the little trees moved very slightly this way and that in the moonlight, as the breeze went through them. But she was perfectly conscious of her present situation, and derived some pleasure from the reflection tha... | taken on that of the private in the army of workers. Her gestures seemed to have a certain purpose, the muscles round eyes and lips were set rather firmly, as though the senses had undergone some discipline, and were held ready for a call on them. She had contracted two faint lines between her eyebrows, not from anxiet... | ancient warriors. The moonlight would be falling there so peacefully now, and she could fancy the rough pathway of silver upon the wrinkled skin of the sea. "And here we are," she said, half aloud, half satirically, yet with evident pride, "talking about art." She pulled a basket containing balls of differently colored... | Night And Day |
she replied, | No speaker | a great many thousands really,"<|quote|>she replied,</|quote|>"though I must admit that | "I m only one of a great many thousands really,"<|quote|>she replied,</|quote|>"though I must admit that I was thinking myself very | from the classics." Ralph warmed his hands at the fire, which was flapping bravely in the grate, while Mary took up her stocking again. "I suppose you are the only woman in London who darns her own stockings," he observed. "I m only one of a great many thousands really,"<|quote|>she replied,</|quote|>"though I must adm... | that fact. "I am sometimes alone," she replied. "But you expect a great many people," he added, looking round him. "It s like a room on the stage. Who is it to-night?" "William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use of metaphor. I expect a good solid paper, with plenty of quotations from the classics." Ralph warmed his hands... | in the minds of people in remote Canadian forests and on the plains of India, when their thoughts turned to England. The nine mellow strokes, by which she was now apprised of the hour, were a message from the great clock at Westminster itself. As the last of them died away, there was a firm knocking on her own door, an... | the grass close to the roots, while the shadows of the little trees moved very slightly this way and that in the moonlight, as the breeze went through them. But she was perfectly conscious of her present situation, and derived some pleasure from the reflection that she could rejoice equally in solitude, and in the pres... | workers. Her gestures seemed to have a certain purpose, the muscles round eyes and lips were set rather firmly, as though the senses had undergone some discipline, and were held ready for a call on them. She had contracted two faint lines between her eyebrows, not from anxiety but from thought, and it was quite evident... | and women who crowded round it. And here she was at the very center of it all, that center which was constantly in the minds of people in remote Canadian forests and on the plains of India, when their thoughts turned to England. The nine mellow strokes, by which she was now apprised of the hour, were a message from the... | Night And Day |
"though I must admit that I was thinking myself very remarkable when you came in. And now that you re here I don t think myself remarkable at all. How horrid of you! But I m afraid you re much more remarkable than I am. You ve done much more than I ve done." | Mary Datchet | many thousands really," she replied,<|quote|>"though I must admit that I was thinking myself very remarkable when you came in. And now that you re here I don t think myself remarkable at all. How horrid of you! But I m afraid you re much more remarkable than I am. You ve done much more than I ve done."</|quote|>"If tha... | only one of a great many thousands really," she replied,<|quote|>"though I must admit that I was thinking myself very remarkable when you came in. And now that you re here I don t think myself remarkable at all. How horrid of you! But I m afraid you re much more remarkable than I am. You ve done much more than I ve don... | classics." Ralph warmed his hands at the fire, which was flapping bravely in the grate, while Mary took up her stocking again. "I suppose you are the only woman in London who darns her own stockings," he observed. "I m only one of a great many thousands really," she replied,<|quote|>"though I must admit that I was thin... | "I am sometimes alone," she replied. "But you expect a great many people," he added, looking round him. "It s like a room on the stage. Who is it to-night?" "William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use of metaphor. I expect a good solid paper, with plenty of quotations from the classics." Ralph warmed his hands at the fir... | minds of people in remote Canadian forests and on the plains of India, when their thoughts turned to England. The nine mellow strokes, by which she was now apprised of the hour, were a message from the great clock at Westminster itself. As the last of them died away, there was a firm knocking on her own door, and she r... | close to the roots, while the shadows of the little trees moved very slightly this way and that in the moonlight, as the breeze went through them. But she was perfectly conscious of her present situation, and derived some pleasure from the reflection that she could rejoice equally in solitude, and in the presence of th... | gestures seemed to have a certain purpose, the muscles round eyes and lips were set rather firmly, as though the senses had undergone some discipline, and were held ready for a call on them. She had contracted two faint lines between her eyebrows, not from anxiety but from thought, and it was quite evident that all the... | solitude, and in the presence of the many very different people who were now making their way, by divers paths, across London to the spot where she was sitting. As she ran her needle in and out of the wool, she thought of the various stages in her own life which made her present position seem the culmination of success... | Night And Day |
"If that s your standard, you ve nothing to be proud of," | Ralph Denham | more than I ve done."<|quote|>"If that s your standard, you ve nothing to be proud of,"</|quote|>said Ralph grimly. "Well, I | am. You ve done much more than I ve done."<|quote|>"If that s your standard, you ve nothing to be proud of,"</|quote|>said Ralph grimly. "Well, I must reflect with Emerson that | that I was thinking myself very remarkable when you came in. And now that you re here I don t think myself remarkable at all. How horrid of you! But I m afraid you re much more remarkable than I am. You ve done much more than I ve done."<|quote|>"If that s your standard, you ve nothing to be proud of,"</|quote|>said Ra... | hands at the fire, which was flapping bravely in the grate, while Mary took up her stocking again. "I suppose you are the only woman in London who darns her own stockings," he observed. "I m only one of a great many thousands really," she replied, "though I must admit that I was thinking myself very remarkable when you... | on her own door, and she rose and opened it. She returned to the room, with a look of steady pleasure in her eyes, and she was talking to Ralph Denham, who followed her. "Alone?" he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact. "I am sometimes alone," she replied. "But you expect a great many people," he added... | of the many very different people who were now making their way, by divers paths, across London to the spot where she was sitting. As she ran her needle in and out of the wool, she thought of the various stages in her own life which made her present position seem the culmination of successive miracles. She thought of h... | that all the feminine instincts of pleasing, soothing, and charming were crossed by others in no way peculiar to her sex. For the rest she was brown-eyed, a little clumsy in movement, and suggested country birth and a descent from respectable hard-working ancestors, who had been men of faith and integrity rather than d... | clock at Westminster itself. As the last of them died away, there was a firm knocking on her own door, and she rose and opened it. She returned to the room, with a look of steady pleasure in her eyes, and she was talking to Ralph Denham, who followed her. "Alone?" he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fac... | Night And Day |
said Ralph grimly. | No speaker | nothing to be proud of,"<|quote|>said Ralph grimly.</|quote|>"Well, I must reflect with | s your standard, you ve nothing to be proud of,"<|quote|>said Ralph grimly.</|quote|>"Well, I must reflect with Emerson that it s being | now that you re here I don t think myself remarkable at all. How horrid of you! But I m afraid you re much more remarkable than I am. You ve done much more than I ve done." "If that s your standard, you ve nothing to be proud of,"<|quote|>said Ralph grimly.</|quote|>"Well, I must reflect with Emerson that it s being an... | Mary took up her stocking again. "I suppose you are the only woman in London who darns her own stockings," he observed. "I m only one of a great many thousands really," she replied, "though I must admit that I was thinking myself very remarkable when you came in. And now that you re here I don t think myself remarkable... | to the room, with a look of steady pleasure in her eyes, and she was talking to Ralph Denham, who followed her. "Alone?" he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact. "I am sometimes alone," she replied. "But you expect a great many people," he added, looking round him. "It s like a room on the stage. Who i... | by divers paths, across London to the spot where she was sitting. As she ran her needle in and out of the wool, she thought of the various stages in her own life which made her present position seem the culmination of successive miracles. She thought of her clerical father in his country parsonage, and of her mother s ... | by others in no way peculiar to her sex. For the rest she was brown-eyed, a little clumsy in movement, and suggested country birth and a descent from respectable hard-working ancestors, who had been men of faith and integrity rather than doubters or fanatics. At the end of a fairly hard day s work it was certainly some... | on to the down, and hearing nothing but the sheep cropping the grass close to the roots, while the shadows of the little trees moved very slightly this way and that in the moonlight, as the breeze went through them. But she was perfectly conscious of her present situation, and derived some pleasure from the reflection ... | Night And Day |
"Well, I must reflect with Emerson that it s being and not doing that matters," | Mary Datchet | proud of," said Ralph grimly.<|quote|>"Well, I must reflect with Emerson that it s being and not doing that matters,"</|quote|>she continued. "Emerson?" Ralph exclaimed, | you ve nothing to be proud of," said Ralph grimly.<|quote|>"Well, I must reflect with Emerson that it s being and not doing that matters,"</|quote|>she continued. "Emerson?" Ralph exclaimed, with derision. "You don t | re here I don t think myself remarkable at all. How horrid of you! But I m afraid you re much more remarkable than I am. You ve done much more than I ve done." "If that s your standard, you ve nothing to be proud of," said Ralph grimly.<|quote|>"Well, I must reflect with Emerson that it s being and not doing that matte... | her stocking again. "I suppose you are the only woman in London who darns her own stockings," he observed. "I m only one of a great many thousands really," she replied, "though I must admit that I was thinking myself very remarkable when you came in. And now that you re here I don t think myself remarkable at all. How ... | with a look of steady pleasure in her eyes, and she was talking to Ralph Denham, who followed her. "Alone?" he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact. "I am sometimes alone," she replied. "But you expect a great many people," he added, looking round him. "It s like a room on the stage. Who is it to-night... | across London to the spot where she was sitting. As she ran her needle in and out of the wool, she thought of the various stages in her own life which made her present position seem the culmination of successive miracles. She thought of her clerical father in his country parsonage, and of her mother s death, and of her... | no way peculiar to her sex. For the rest she was brown-eyed, a little clumsy in movement, and suggested country birth and a descent from respectable hard-working ancestors, who had been men of faith and integrity rather than doubters or fanatics. At the end of a fairly hard day s work it was certainly something of an e... | round it. And here she was at the very center of it all, that center which was constantly in the minds of people in remote Canadian forests and on the plains of India, when their thoughts turned to England. The nine mellow strokes, by which she was now apprised of the hour, were a message from the great clock at Westmi... | Night And Day |
she continued. | No speaker | and not doing that matters,"<|quote|>she continued.</|quote|>"Emerson?" Ralph exclaimed, with derision. | Emerson that it s being and not doing that matters,"<|quote|>she continued.</|quote|>"Emerson?" Ralph exclaimed, with derision. "You don t mean to | I m afraid you re much more remarkable than I am. You ve done much more than I ve done." "If that s your standard, you ve nothing to be proud of," said Ralph grimly. "Well, I must reflect with Emerson that it s being and not doing that matters,"<|quote|>she continued.</|quote|>"Emerson?" Ralph exclaimed, with derision.... | own stockings," he observed. "I m only one of a great many thousands really," she replied, "though I must admit that I was thinking myself very remarkable when you came in. And now that you re here I don t think myself remarkable at all. How horrid of you! But I m afraid you re much more remarkable than I am. You ve do... | Denham, who followed her. "Alone?" he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact. "I am sometimes alone," she replied. "But you expect a great many people," he added, looking round him. "It s like a room on the stage. Who is it to-night?" "William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use of metaphor. I expect a good... | and out of the wool, she thought of the various stages in her own life which made her present position seem the culmination of successive miracles. She thought of her clerical father in his country parsonage, and of her mother s death, and of her own determination to obtain education, and of her college life, which had... | in movement, and suggested country birth and a descent from respectable hard-working ancestors, who had been men of faith and integrity rather than doubters or fanatics. At the end of a fairly hard day s work it was certainly something of an effort to clear one s room, to pull the mattress off one s bed, and lay it on ... | of men and women who crowded round it. And here she was at the very center of it all, that center which was constantly in the minds of people in remote Canadian forests and on the plains of India, when their thoughts turned to England. The nine mellow strokes, by which she was now apprised of the hour, were a message f... | Night And Day |
"Emerson?" | Ralph Denham | doing that matters," she continued.<|quote|>"Emerson?"</|quote|>Ralph exclaimed, with derision. "You | it s being and not doing that matters," she continued.<|quote|>"Emerson?"</|quote|>Ralph exclaimed, with derision. "You don t mean to say | afraid you re much more remarkable than I am. You ve done much more than I ve done." "If that s your standard, you ve nothing to be proud of," said Ralph grimly. "Well, I must reflect with Emerson that it s being and not doing that matters," she continued.<|quote|>"Emerson?"</|quote|>Ralph exclaimed, with derision. "Yo... | he observed. "I m only one of a great many thousands really," she replied, "though I must admit that I was thinking myself very remarkable when you came in. And now that you re here I don t think myself remarkable at all. How horrid of you! But I m afraid you re much more remarkable than I am. You ve done much more tha... | followed her. "Alone?" he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact. "I am sometimes alone," she replied. "But you expect a great many people," he added, looking round him. "It s like a room on the stage. Who is it to-night?" "William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use of metaphor. I expect a good solid paper... | of the wool, she thought of the various stages in her own life which made her present position seem the culmination of successive miracles. She thought of her clerical father in his country parsonage, and of her mother s death, and of her own determination to obtain education, and of her college life, which had merged,... | and suggested country birth and a descent from respectable hard-working ancestors, who had been men of faith and integrity rather than doubters or fanatics. At the end of a fairly hard day s work it was certainly something of an effort to clear one s room, to pull the mattress off one s bed, and lay it on the floor, to... | out of the wool, she thought of the various stages in her own life which made her present position seem the culmination of successive miracles. She thought of her clerical father in his country parsonage, and of her mother s death, and of her own determination to obtain education, and of her college life, which had mer... | Night And Day |
Ralph exclaimed, with derision. | No speaker | that matters," she continued. "Emerson?"<|quote|>Ralph exclaimed, with derision.</|quote|>"You don t mean to | s being and not doing that matters," she continued. "Emerson?"<|quote|>Ralph exclaimed, with derision.</|quote|>"You don t mean to say you read Emerson?" "Perhaps | you re much more remarkable than I am. You ve done much more than I ve done." "If that s your standard, you ve nothing to be proud of," said Ralph grimly. "Well, I must reflect with Emerson that it s being and not doing that matters," she continued. "Emerson?"<|quote|>Ralph exclaimed, with derision.</|quote|>"You don t... | observed. "I m only one of a great many thousands really," she replied, "though I must admit that I was thinking myself very remarkable when you came in. And now that you re here I don t think myself remarkable at all. How horrid of you! But I m afraid you re much more remarkable than I am. You ve done much more than I... | her. "Alone?" he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact. "I am sometimes alone," she replied. "But you expect a great many people," he added, looking round him. "It s like a room on the stage. Who is it to-night?" "William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use of metaphor. I expect a good solid paper, with pl... | the wool, she thought of the various stages in her own life which made her present position seem the culmination of successive miracles. She thought of her clerical father in his country parsonage, and of her mother s death, and of her own determination to obtain education, and of her college life, which had merged, no... | suggested country birth and a descent from respectable hard-working ancestors, who had been men of faith and integrity rather than doubters or fanatics. At the end of a fairly hard day s work it was certainly something of an effort to clear one s room, to pull the mattress off one s bed, and lay it on the floor, to fil... | of them died away, there was a firm knocking on her own door, and she rose and opened it. She returned to the room, with a look of steady pleasure in her eyes, and she was talking to Ralph Denham, who followed her. "Alone?" he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact. "I am sometimes alone," she replied. "... | Night And Day |
"You don t mean to say you read Emerson?" | Ralph Denham | "Emerson?" Ralph exclaimed, with derision.<|quote|>"You don t mean to say you read Emerson?"</|quote|>"Perhaps it wasn t Emerson; | doing that matters," she continued. "Emerson?" Ralph exclaimed, with derision.<|quote|>"You don t mean to say you read Emerson?"</|quote|>"Perhaps it wasn t Emerson; but why shouldn t I | remarkable than I am. You ve done much more than I ve done." "If that s your standard, you ve nothing to be proud of," said Ralph grimly. "Well, I must reflect with Emerson that it s being and not doing that matters," she continued. "Emerson?" Ralph exclaimed, with derision.<|quote|>"You don t mean to say you read Emer... | one of a great many thousands really," she replied, "though I must admit that I was thinking myself very remarkable when you came in. And now that you re here I don t think myself remarkable at all. How horrid of you! But I m afraid you re much more remarkable than I am. You ve done much more than I ve done." "If that ... | as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact. "I am sometimes alone," she replied. "But you expect a great many people," he added, looking round him. "It s like a room on the stage. Who is it to-night?" "William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use of metaphor. I expect a good solid paper, with plenty of quotations from... | of the various stages in her own life which made her present position seem the culmination of successive miracles. She thought of her clerical father in his country parsonage, and of her mother s death, and of her own determination to obtain education, and of her college life, which had merged, not so very long ago, in... | a descent from respectable hard-working ancestors, who had been men of faith and integrity rather than doubters or fanatics. At the end of a fairly hard day s work it was certainly something of an effort to clear one s room, to pull the mattress off one s bed, and lay it on the floor, to fill a pitcher with cold coffee... | at the very center of it all, that center which was constantly in the minds of people in remote Canadian forests and on the plains of India, when their thoughts turned to England. The nine mellow strokes, by which she was now apprised of the hour, were a message from the great clock at Westminster itself. As the last o... | Night And Day |
"Perhaps it wasn t Emerson; but why shouldn t I read Emerson?" | Mary Datchet | to say you read Emerson?"<|quote|>"Perhaps it wasn t Emerson; but why shouldn t I read Emerson?"</|quote|>she asked, with a tinge | derision. "You don t mean to say you read Emerson?"<|quote|>"Perhaps it wasn t Emerson; but why shouldn t I read Emerson?"</|quote|>she asked, with a tinge of anxiety. "There s no | than I ve done." "If that s your standard, you ve nothing to be proud of," said Ralph grimly. "Well, I must reflect with Emerson that it s being and not doing that matters," she continued. "Emerson?" Ralph exclaimed, with derision. "You don t mean to say you read Emerson?"<|quote|>"Perhaps it wasn t Emerson; but why sh... | "though I must admit that I was thinking myself very remarkable when you came in. And now that you re here I don t think myself remarkable at all. How horrid of you! But I m afraid you re much more remarkable than I am. You ve done much more than I ve done." "If that s your standard, you ve nothing to be proud of," sai... | "I am sometimes alone," she replied. "But you expect a great many people," he added, looking round him. "It s like a room on the stage. Who is it to-night?" "William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use of metaphor. I expect a good solid paper, with plenty of quotations from the classics." Ralph warmed his hands at the fir... | made her present position seem the culmination of successive miracles. She thought of her clerical father in his country parsonage, and of her mother s death, and of her own determination to obtain education, and of her college life, which had merged, not so very long ago, in the wonderful maze of London, which still s... | men of faith and integrity rather than doubters or fanatics. At the end of a fairly hard day s work it was certainly something of an effort to clear one s room, to pull the mattress off one s bed, and lay it on the floor, to fill a pitcher with cold coffee, and to sweep a long table clear for plates and cups and saucer... | culmination of successive miracles. She thought of her clerical father in his country parsonage, and of her mother s death, and of her own determination to obtain education, and of her college life, which had merged, not so very long ago, in the wonderful maze of London, which still seemed to her, in spite of her const... | Night And Day |
she asked, with a tinge of anxiety. | No speaker | shouldn t I read Emerson?"<|quote|>she asked, with a tinge of anxiety.</|quote|>"There s no reason that | wasn t Emerson; but why shouldn t I read Emerson?"<|quote|>she asked, with a tinge of anxiety.</|quote|>"There s no reason that I know of. It s | to be proud of," said Ralph grimly. "Well, I must reflect with Emerson that it s being and not doing that matters," she continued. "Emerson?" Ralph exclaimed, with derision. "You don t mean to say you read Emerson?" "Perhaps it wasn t Emerson; but why shouldn t I read Emerson?"<|quote|>she asked, with a tinge of anxiet... | you came in. And now that you re here I don t think myself remarkable at all. How horrid of you! But I m afraid you re much more remarkable than I am. You ve done much more than I ve done." "If that s your standard, you ve nothing to be proud of," said Ralph grimly. "Well, I must reflect with Emerson that it s being an... | people," he added, looking round him. "It s like a room on the stage. Who is it to-night?" "William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use of metaphor. I expect a good solid paper, with plenty of quotations from the classics." Ralph warmed his hands at the fire, which was flapping bravely in the grate, while Mary took up her... | of her clerical father in his country parsonage, and of her mother s death, and of her own determination to obtain education, and of her college life, which had merged, not so very long ago, in the wonderful maze of London, which still seemed to her, in spite of her constitutional level-headedness, like a vast electric... | end of a fairly hard day s work it was certainly something of an effort to clear one s room, to pull the mattress off one s bed, and lay it on the floor, to fill a pitcher with cold coffee, and to sweep a long table clear for plates and cups and saucers, with pyramids of little pink biscuits between them; but when thes... | various stages in her own life which made her present position seem the culmination of successive miracles. She thought of her clerical father in his country parsonage, and of her mother s death, and of her own determination to obtain education, and of her college life, which had merged, not so very long ago, in the wo... | Night And Day |
"There s no reason that I know of. It s the combination that s odd books and stockings. The combination is very odd." | Ralph Denham | with a tinge of anxiety.<|quote|>"There s no reason that I know of. It s the combination that s odd books and stockings. The combination is very odd."</|quote|>But it seemed to recommend | I read Emerson?" she asked, with a tinge of anxiety.<|quote|>"There s no reason that I know of. It s the combination that s odd books and stockings. The combination is very odd."</|quote|>But it seemed to recommend itself to him. Mary gave | "Well, I must reflect with Emerson that it s being and not doing that matters," she continued. "Emerson?" Ralph exclaimed, with derision. "You don t mean to say you read Emerson?" "Perhaps it wasn t Emerson; but why shouldn t I read Emerson?" she asked, with a tinge of anxiety.<|quote|>"There s no reason that I know of... | re here I don t think myself remarkable at all. How horrid of you! But I m afraid you re much more remarkable than I am. You ve done much more than I ve done." "If that s your standard, you ve nothing to be proud of," said Ralph grimly. "Well, I must reflect with Emerson that it s being and not doing that matters," she... | s like a room on the stage. Who is it to-night?" "William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use of metaphor. I expect a good solid paper, with plenty of quotations from the classics." Ralph warmed his hands at the fire, which was flapping bravely in the grate, while Mary took up her stocking again. "I suppose you are the on... | parsonage, and of her mother s death, and of her own determination to obtain education, and of her college life, which had merged, not so very long ago, in the wonderful maze of London, which still seemed to her, in spite of her constitutional level-headedness, like a vast electric light, casting radiance upon the myri... | work it was certainly something of an effort to clear one s room, to pull the mattress off one s bed, and lay it on the floor, to fill a pitcher with cold coffee, and to sweep a long table clear for plates and cups and saucers, with pyramids of little pink biscuits between them; but when these alterations were effected... | moonlight, as the breeze went through them. But she was perfectly conscious of her present situation, and derived some pleasure from the reflection that she could rejoice equally in solitude, and in the presence of the many very different people who were now making their way, by divers paths, across London to the spot ... | Night And Day |
But it seemed to recommend itself to him. Mary gave a little laugh, expressive of happiness, and the particular stitches that she was now putting into her work appeared to her to be done with singular grace and felicity. She held out the stocking and looked at it approvingly. | No speaker | The combination is very odd."<|quote|>But it seemed to recommend itself to him. Mary gave a little laugh, expressive of happiness, and the particular stitches that she was now putting into her work appeared to her to be done with singular grace and felicity. She held out the stocking and looked at it approvingly.</|quo... | s odd books and stockings. The combination is very odd."<|quote|>But it seemed to recommend itself to him. Mary gave a little laugh, expressive of happiness, and the particular stitches that she was now putting into her work appeared to her to be done with singular grace and felicity. She held out the stocking and look... | don t mean to say you read Emerson?" "Perhaps it wasn t Emerson; but why shouldn t I read Emerson?" she asked, with a tinge of anxiety. "There s no reason that I know of. It s the combination that s odd books and stockings. The combination is very odd."<|quote|>But it seemed to recommend itself to him. Mary gave a litt... | than I am. You ve done much more than I ve done." "If that s your standard, you ve nothing to be proud of," said Ralph grimly. "Well, I must reflect with Emerson that it s being and not doing that matters," she continued. "Emerson?" Ralph exclaimed, with derision. "You don t mean to say you read Emerson?" "Perhaps it w... | solid paper, with plenty of quotations from the classics." Ralph warmed his hands at the fire, which was flapping bravely in the grate, while Mary took up her stocking again. "I suppose you are the only woman in London who darns her own stockings," he observed. "I m only one of a great many thousands really," she repli... | not so very long ago, in the wonderful maze of London, which still seemed to her, in spite of her constitutional level-headedness, like a vast electric light, casting radiance upon the myriads of men and women who crowded round it. And here she was at the very center of it all, that center which was constantly in the m... | it on the floor, to fill a pitcher with cold coffee, and to sweep a long table clear for plates and cups and saucers, with pyramids of little pink biscuits between them; but when these alterations were effected, Mary felt a lightness of spirit come to her, as if she had put off the stout stuff of her working hours and ... | metaphor. I expect a good solid paper, with plenty of quotations from the classics." Ralph warmed his hands at the fire, which was flapping bravely in the grate, while Mary took up her stocking again. "I suppose you are the only woman in London who darns her own stockings," he observed. "I m only one of a great many th... | Night And Day |
"You always say that," | Mary Datchet | and looked at it approvingly.<|quote|>"You always say that,"</|quote|>she said. "I assure you | She held out the stocking and looked at it approvingly.<|quote|>"You always say that,"</|quote|>she said. "I assure you it s a common combination, | odd." But it seemed to recommend itself to him. Mary gave a little laugh, expressive of happiness, and the particular stitches that she was now putting into her work appeared to her to be done with singular grace and felicity. She held out the stocking and looked at it approvingly.<|quote|>"You always say that,"</|quot... | "You don t mean to say you read Emerson?" "Perhaps it wasn t Emerson; but why shouldn t I read Emerson?" she asked, with a tinge of anxiety. "There s no reason that I know of. It s the combination that s odd books and stockings. The combination is very odd." But it seemed to recommend itself to him. Mary gave a little ... | one of a great many thousands really," she replied, "though I must admit that I was thinking myself very remarkable when you came in. And now that you re here I don t think myself remarkable at all. How horrid of you! But I m afraid you re much more remarkable than I am. You ve done much more than I ve done." "If that ... | it all, that center which was constantly in the minds of people in remote Canadian forests and on the plains of India, when their thoughts turned to England. The nine mellow strokes, by which she was now apprised of the hour, were a message from the great clock at Westminster itself. As the last of them died away, ther... | she had put off the stout stuff of her working hours and slipped over her entire being some vesture of thin, bright silk. She knelt before the fire and looked out into the room. The light fell softly, but with clear radiance, through shades of yellow and blue paper, and the room, which was set with one or two sofas res... | which was constantly in the minds of people in remote Canadian forests and on the plains of India, when their thoughts turned to England. The nine mellow strokes, by which she was now apprised of the hour, were a message from the great clock at Westminster itself. As the last of them died away, there was a firm knockin... | Night And Day |
she said. | No speaker | approvingly. "You always say that,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"I assure you it s | stocking and looked at it approvingly. "You always say that,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"I assure you it s a common combination, as you | to recommend itself to him. Mary gave a little laugh, expressive of happiness, and the particular stitches that she was now putting into her work appeared to her to be done with singular grace and felicity. She held out the stocking and looked at it approvingly. "You always say that,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"I assu... | to say you read Emerson?" "Perhaps it wasn t Emerson; but why shouldn t I read Emerson?" she asked, with a tinge of anxiety. "There s no reason that I know of. It s the combination that s odd books and stockings. The combination is very odd." But it seemed to recommend itself to him. Mary gave a little laugh, expressiv... | many thousands really," she replied, "though I must admit that I was thinking myself very remarkable when you came in. And now that you re here I don t think myself remarkable at all. How horrid of you! But I m afraid you re much more remarkable than I am. You ve done much more than I ve done." "If that s your standard... | which was constantly in the minds of people in remote Canadian forests and on the plains of India, when their thoughts turned to England. The nine mellow strokes, by which she was now apprised of the hour, were a message from the great clock at Westminster itself. As the last of them died away, there was a firm knockin... | the stout stuff of her working hours and slipped over her entire being some vesture of thin, bright silk. She knelt before the fire and looked out into the room. The light fell softly, but with clear radiance, through shades of yellow and blue paper, and the room, which was set with one or two sofas resembling grassy m... | As the last of them died away, there was a firm knocking on her own door, and she rose and opened it. She returned to the room, with a look of steady pleasure in her eyes, and she was talking to Ralph Denham, who followed her. "Alone?" he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact. "I am sometimes alone," sh... | Night And Day |
"I assure you it s a common combination, as you call it, in the houses of the clergy. The only thing that s odd about me is that I enjoy them both Emerson and the stocking." | Mary Datchet | always say that," she said.<|quote|>"I assure you it s a common combination, as you call it, in the houses of the clergy. The only thing that s odd about me is that I enjoy them both Emerson and the stocking."</|quote|>A knock was heard, and | looked at it approvingly. "You always say that," she said.<|quote|>"I assure you it s a common combination, as you call it, in the houses of the clergy. The only thing that s odd about me is that I enjoy them both Emerson and the stocking."</|quote|>A knock was heard, and Ralph exclaimed: "Damn those people! | itself to him. Mary gave a little laugh, expressive of happiness, and the particular stitches that she was now putting into her work appeared to her to be done with singular grace and felicity. She held out the stocking and looked at it approvingly. "You always say that," she said.<|quote|>"I assure you it s a common c... | you read Emerson?" "Perhaps it wasn t Emerson; but why shouldn t I read Emerson?" she asked, with a tinge of anxiety. "There s no reason that I know of. It s the combination that s odd books and stockings. The combination is very odd." But it seemed to recommend itself to him. Mary gave a little laugh, expressive of ha... | really," she replied, "though I must admit that I was thinking myself very remarkable when you came in. And now that you re here I don t think myself remarkable at all. How horrid of you! But I m afraid you re much more remarkable than I am. You ve done much more than I ve done." "If that s your standard, you ve nothin... | constantly in the minds of people in remote Canadian forests and on the plains of India, when their thoughts turned to England. The nine mellow strokes, by which she was now apprised of the hour, were a message from the great clock at Westminster itself. As the last of them died away, there was a firm knocking on her o... | stuff of her working hours and slipped over her entire being some vesture of thin, bright silk. She knelt before the fire and looked out into the room. The light fell softly, but with clear radiance, through shades of yellow and blue paper, and the room, which was set with one or two sofas resembling grassy mounds in t... | a great many people," he added, looking round him. "It s like a room on the stage. Who is it to-night?" "William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use of metaphor. I expect a good solid paper, with plenty of quotations from the classics." Ralph warmed his hands at the fire, which was flapping bravely in the grate, while Mar... | Night And Day |
A knock was heard, and Ralph exclaimed: | No speaker | both Emerson and the stocking."<|quote|>A knock was heard, and Ralph exclaimed:</|quote|>"Damn those people! I wish | is that I enjoy them both Emerson and the stocking."<|quote|>A knock was heard, and Ralph exclaimed:</|quote|>"Damn those people! I wish they weren t coming!" "It | out the stocking and looked at it approvingly. "You always say that," she said. "I assure you it s a common combination, as you call it, in the houses of the clergy. The only thing that s odd about me is that I enjoy them both Emerson and the stocking."<|quote|>A knock was heard, and Ralph exclaimed:</|quote|>"Damn tho... | odd books and stockings. The combination is very odd." But it seemed to recommend itself to him. Mary gave a little laugh, expressive of happiness, and the particular stitches that she was now putting into her work appeared to her to be done with singular grace and felicity. She held out the stocking and looked at it a... | But I m afraid you re much more remarkable than I am. You ve done much more than I ve done." "If that s your standard, you ve nothing to be proud of," said Ralph grimly. "Well, I must reflect with Emerson that it s being and not doing that matters," she continued. "Emerson?" Ralph exclaimed, with derision. "You don t m... | a message from the great clock at Westminster itself. As the last of them died away, there was a firm knocking on her own door, and she rose and opened it. She returned to the room, with a look of steady pleasure in her eyes, and she was talking to Ralph Denham, who followed her. "Alone?" he said, as if he were pleasan... | through shades of yellow and blue paper, and the room, which was set with one or two sofas resembling grassy mounds in their lack of shape, looked unusually large and quiet. Mary was led to think of the heights of a Sussex down, and the swelling green circle of some camp of ancient warriors. The moonlight would be fall... | father in his country parsonage, and of her mother s death, and of her own determination to obtain education, and of her college life, which had merged, not so very long ago, in the wonderful maze of London, which still seemed to her, in spite of her constitutional level-headedness, like a vast electric light, casting ... | Night And Day |
"Damn those people! I wish they weren t coming!" | Ralph Denham | was heard, and Ralph exclaimed:<|quote|>"Damn those people! I wish they weren t coming!"</|quote|>"It s only Mr. Turner, | and the stocking." A knock was heard, and Ralph exclaimed:<|quote|>"Damn those people! I wish they weren t coming!"</|quote|>"It s only Mr. Turner, on the floor below," said | approvingly. "You always say that," she said. "I assure you it s a common combination, as you call it, in the houses of the clergy. The only thing that s odd about me is that I enjoy them both Emerson and the stocking." A knock was heard, and Ralph exclaimed:<|quote|>"Damn those people! I wish they weren t coming!"</|q... | very odd." But it seemed to recommend itself to him. Mary gave a little laugh, expressive of happiness, and the particular stitches that she was now putting into her work appeared to her to be done with singular grace and felicity. She held out the stocking and looked at it approvingly. "You always say that," she said.... | more remarkable than I am. You ve done much more than I ve done." "If that s your standard, you ve nothing to be proud of," said Ralph grimly. "Well, I must reflect with Emerson that it s being and not doing that matters," she continued. "Emerson?" Ralph exclaimed, with derision. "You don t mean to say you read Emerson... | Westminster itself. As the last of them died away, there was a firm knocking on her own door, and she rose and opened it. She returned to the room, with a look of steady pleasure in her eyes, and she was talking to Ralph Denham, who followed her. "Alone?" he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact. "I am ... | and the room, which was set with one or two sofas resembling grassy mounds in their lack of shape, looked unusually large and quiet. Mary was led to think of the heights of a Sussex down, and the swelling green circle of some camp of ancient warriors. The moonlight would be falling there so peacefully now, and she coul... | London, which still seemed to her, in spite of her constitutional level-headedness, like a vast electric light, casting radiance upon the myriads of men and women who crowded round it. And here she was at the very center of it all, that center which was constantly in the minds of people in remote Canadian forests and o... | Night And Day |
"It s only Mr. Turner, on the floor below," | Mary Datchet | wish they weren t coming!"<|quote|>"It s only Mr. Turner, on the floor below,"</|quote|>said Mary, and she felt | exclaimed: "Damn those people! I wish they weren t coming!"<|quote|>"It s only Mr. Turner, on the floor below,"</|quote|>said Mary, and she felt grateful to Mr. Turner for | you it s a common combination, as you call it, in the houses of the clergy. The only thing that s odd about me is that I enjoy them both Emerson and the stocking." A knock was heard, and Ralph exclaimed: "Damn those people! I wish they weren t coming!"<|quote|>"It s only Mr. Turner, on the floor below,"</|quote|>said M... | him. Mary gave a little laugh, expressive of happiness, and the particular stitches that she was now putting into her work appeared to her to be done with singular grace and felicity. She held out the stocking and looked at it approvingly. "You always say that," she said. "I assure you it s a common combination, as you... | more than I ve done." "If that s your standard, you ve nothing to be proud of," said Ralph grimly. "Well, I must reflect with Emerson that it s being and not doing that matters," she continued. "Emerson?" Ralph exclaimed, with derision. "You don t mean to say you read Emerson?" "Perhaps it wasn t Emerson; but why shoul... | there was a firm knocking on her own door, and she rose and opened it. She returned to the room, with a look of steady pleasure in her eyes, and she was talking to Ralph Denham, who followed her. "Alone?" he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact. "I am sometimes alone," she replied. "But you expect a gr... | two sofas resembling grassy mounds in their lack of shape, looked unusually large and quiet. Mary was led to think of the heights of a Sussex down, and the swelling green circle of some camp of ancient warriors. The moonlight would be falling there so peacefully now, and she could fancy the rough pathway of silver upon... | strokes, by which she was now apprised of the hour, were a message from the great clock at Westminster itself. As the last of them died away, there was a firm knocking on her own door, and she rose and opened it. She returned to the room, with a look of steady pleasure in her eyes, and she was talking to Ralph Denham, ... | Night And Day |
said Mary, and she felt grateful to Mr. Turner for having alarmed Ralph, and for having given a false alarm. | No speaker | Turner, on the floor below,"<|quote|>said Mary, and she felt grateful to Mr. Turner for having alarmed Ralph, and for having given a false alarm.</|quote|>"Will there be a crowd?" | coming!" "It s only Mr. Turner, on the floor below,"<|quote|>said Mary, and she felt grateful to Mr. Turner for having alarmed Ralph, and for having given a false alarm.</|quote|>"Will there be a crowd?" Ralph asked, after a pause. | it, in the houses of the clergy. The only thing that s odd about me is that I enjoy them both Emerson and the stocking." A knock was heard, and Ralph exclaimed: "Damn those people! I wish they weren t coming!" "It s only Mr. Turner, on the floor below,"<|quote|>said Mary, and she felt grateful to Mr. Turner for having ... | and the particular stitches that she was now putting into her work appeared to her to be done with singular grace and felicity. She held out the stocking and looked at it approvingly. "You always say that," she said. "I assure you it s a common combination, as you call it, in the houses of the clergy. The only thing th... | standard, you ve nothing to be proud of," said Ralph grimly. "Well, I must reflect with Emerson that it s being and not doing that matters," she continued. "Emerson?" Ralph exclaimed, with derision. "You don t mean to say you read Emerson?" "Perhaps it wasn t Emerson; but why shouldn t I read Emerson?" she asked, with ... | and she rose and opened it. She returned to the room, with a look of steady pleasure in her eyes, and she was talking to Ralph Denham, who followed her. "Alone?" he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact. "I am sometimes alone," she replied. "But you expect a great many people," he added, looking round h... | shape, looked unusually large and quiet. Mary was led to think of the heights of a Sussex down, and the swelling green circle of some camp of ancient warriors. The moonlight would be falling there so peacefully now, and she could fancy the rough pathway of silver upon the wrinkled skin of the sea. "And here we are," sh... | And now that you re here I don t think myself remarkable at all. How horrid of you! But I m afraid you re much more remarkable than I am. You ve done much more than I ve done." "If that s your standard, you ve nothing to be proud of," said Ralph grimly. "Well, I must reflect with Emerson that it s being and not doing t... | Night And Day |
"Will there be a crowd?" | Ralph Denham | having given a false alarm.<|quote|>"Will there be a crowd?"</|quote|>Ralph asked, after a pause. | having alarmed Ralph, and for having given a false alarm.<|quote|>"Will there be a crowd?"</|quote|>Ralph asked, after a pause. "There ll be the Morrises | both Emerson and the stocking." A knock was heard, and Ralph exclaimed: "Damn those people! I wish they weren t coming!" "It s only Mr. Turner, on the floor below," said Mary, and she felt grateful to Mr. Turner for having alarmed Ralph, and for having given a false alarm.<|quote|>"Will there be a crowd?"</|quote|>Ralp... | grace and felicity. She held out the stocking and looked at it approvingly. "You always say that," she said. "I assure you it s a common combination, as you call it, in the houses of the clergy. The only thing that s odd about me is that I enjoy them both Emerson and the stocking." A knock was heard, and Ralph exclaime... | being and not doing that matters," she continued. "Emerson?" Ralph exclaimed, with derision. "You don t mean to say you read Emerson?" "Perhaps it wasn t Emerson; but why shouldn t I read Emerson?" she asked, with a tinge of anxiety. "There s no reason that I know of. It s the combination that s odd books and stockings... | and she was talking to Ralph Denham, who followed her. "Alone?" he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact. "I am sometimes alone," she replied. "But you expect a great many people," he added, looking round him. "It s like a room on the stage. Who is it to-night?" "William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use... | swelling green circle of some camp of ancient warriors. The moonlight would be falling there so peacefully now, and she could fancy the rough pathway of silver upon the wrinkled skin of the sea. "And here we are," she said, half aloud, half satirically, yet with evident pride, "talking about art." She pulled a basket c... | And now that you re here I don t think myself remarkable at all. How horrid of you! But I m afraid you re much more remarkable than I am. You ve done much more than I ve done." "If that s your standard, you ve nothing to be proud of," said Ralph grimly. "Well, I must reflect with Emerson that it s being and not doing t... | Night And Day |
Ralph asked, after a pause. | No speaker | "Will there be a crowd?"<|quote|>Ralph asked, after a pause.</|quote|>"There ll be the Morrises | having given a false alarm. "Will there be a crowd?"<|quote|>Ralph asked, after a pause.</|quote|>"There ll be the Morrises and the Crashaws, and Dick | A knock was heard, and Ralph exclaimed: "Damn those people! I wish they weren t coming!" "It s only Mr. Turner, on the floor below," said Mary, and she felt grateful to Mr. Turner for having alarmed Ralph, and for having given a false alarm. "Will there be a crowd?"<|quote|>Ralph asked, after a pause.</|quote|>"There l... | out the stocking and looked at it approvingly. "You always say that," she said. "I assure you it s a common combination, as you call it, in the houses of the clergy. The only thing that s odd about me is that I enjoy them both Emerson and the stocking." A knock was heard, and Ralph exclaimed: "Damn those people! I wish... | matters," she continued. "Emerson?" Ralph exclaimed, with derision. "You don t mean to say you read Emerson?" "Perhaps it wasn t Emerson; but why shouldn t I read Emerson?" she asked, with a tinge of anxiety. "There s no reason that I know of. It s the combination that s odd books and stockings. The combination is very... | Ralph Denham, who followed her. "Alone?" he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact. "I am sometimes alone," she replied. "But you expect a great many people," he added, looking round him. "It s like a room on the stage. Who is it to-night?" "William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use of metaphor. I expect ... | camp of ancient warriors. The moonlight would be falling there so peacefully now, and she could fancy the rough pathway of silver upon the wrinkled skin of the sea. "And here we are," she said, half aloud, half satirically, yet with evident pride, "talking about art." She pulled a basket containing balls of differently... | spite of her constitutional level-headedness, like a vast electric light, casting radiance upon the myriads of men and women who crowded round it. And here she was at the very center of it all, that center which was constantly in the minds of people in remote Canadian forests and on the plains of India, when their thou... | Night And Day |
"There ll be the Morrises and the Crashaws, and Dick Osborne, and Septimus, and all that set. Katharine Hilbery is coming, by the way, so William Rodney told me." | Mary Datchet | Ralph asked, after a pause.<|quote|>"There ll be the Morrises and the Crashaws, and Dick Osborne, and Septimus, and all that set. Katharine Hilbery is coming, by the way, so William Rodney told me."</|quote|>"Katharine Hilbery!" Ralph exclaimed. "You | "Will there be a crowd?" Ralph asked, after a pause.<|quote|>"There ll be the Morrises and the Crashaws, and Dick Osborne, and Septimus, and all that set. Katharine Hilbery is coming, by the way, so William Rodney told me."</|quote|>"Katharine Hilbery!" Ralph exclaimed. "You know her?" Mary asked, with | Ralph exclaimed: "Damn those people! I wish they weren t coming!" "It s only Mr. Turner, on the floor below," said Mary, and she felt grateful to Mr. Turner for having alarmed Ralph, and for having given a false alarm. "Will there be a crowd?" Ralph asked, after a pause.<|quote|>"There ll be the Morrises and the Crasha... | at it approvingly. "You always say that," she said. "I assure you it s a common combination, as you call it, in the houses of the clergy. The only thing that s odd about me is that I enjoy them both Emerson and the stocking." A knock was heard, and Ralph exclaimed: "Damn those people! I wish they weren t coming!" "It s... | exclaimed, with derision. "You don t mean to say you read Emerson?" "Perhaps it wasn t Emerson; but why shouldn t I read Emerson?" she asked, with a tinge of anxiety. "There s no reason that I know of. It s the combination that s odd books and stockings. The combination is very odd." But it seemed to recommend itself t... | "Alone?" he said, as if he were pleasantly surprised by that fact. "I am sometimes alone," she replied. "But you expect a great many people," he added, looking round him. "It s like a room on the stage. Who is it to-night?" "William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use of metaphor. I expect a good solid paper, with plenty ... | moonlight would be falling there so peacefully now, and she could fancy the rough pathway of silver upon the wrinkled skin of the sea. "And here we are," she said, half aloud, half satirically, yet with evident pride, "talking about art." She pulled a basket containing balls of differently colored wools and a pair of s... | and of her own determination to obtain education, and of her college life, which had merged, not so very long ago, in the wonderful maze of London, which still seemed to her, in spite of her constitutional level-headedness, like a vast electric light, casting radiance upon the myriads of men and women who crowded round... | Night And Day |
"Katharine Hilbery!" | Ralph Denham | so William Rodney told me."<|quote|>"Katharine Hilbery!"</|quote|>Ralph exclaimed. "You know her?" | is coming, by the way, so William Rodney told me."<|quote|>"Katharine Hilbery!"</|quote|>Ralph exclaimed. "You know her?" Mary asked, with some surprise. | for having alarmed Ralph, and for having given a false alarm. "Will there be a crowd?" Ralph asked, after a pause. "There ll be the Morrises and the Crashaws, and Dick Osborne, and Septimus, and all that set. Katharine Hilbery is coming, by the way, so William Rodney told me."<|quote|>"Katharine Hilbery!"</|quote|>Ralp... | thing that s odd about me is that I enjoy them both Emerson and the stocking." A knock was heard, and Ralph exclaimed: "Damn those people! I wish they weren t coming!" "It s only Mr. Turner, on the floor below," said Mary, and she felt grateful to Mr. Turner for having alarmed Ralph, and for having given a false alarm.... | of anxiety. "There s no reason that I know of. It s the combination that s odd books and stockings. The combination is very odd." But it seemed to recommend itself to him. Mary gave a little laugh, expressive of happiness, and the particular stitches that she was now putting into her work appeared to her to be done wit... | him. "It s like a room on the stage. Who is it to-night?" "William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use of metaphor. I expect a good solid paper, with plenty of quotations from the classics." Ralph warmed his hands at the fire, which was flapping bravely in the grate, while Mary took up her stocking again. "I suppose you a... | said, half aloud, half satirically, yet with evident pride, "talking about art." She pulled a basket containing balls of differently colored wools and a pair of stockings which needed darning towards her, and began to set her fingers to work; while her mind, reflecting the lassitude of her body, went on perversely, con... | say you read Emerson?" "Perhaps it wasn t Emerson; but why shouldn t I read Emerson?" she asked, with a tinge of anxiety. "There s no reason that I know of. It s the combination that s odd books and stockings. The combination is very odd." But it seemed to recommend itself to him. Mary gave a little laugh, expressive o... | Night And Day |
Ralph exclaimed. | No speaker | Rodney told me." "Katharine Hilbery!"<|quote|>Ralph exclaimed.</|quote|>"You know her?" Mary asked, | by the way, so William Rodney told me." "Katharine Hilbery!"<|quote|>Ralph exclaimed.</|quote|>"You know her?" Mary asked, with some surprise. "I went | alarmed Ralph, and for having given a false alarm. "Will there be a crowd?" Ralph asked, after a pause. "There ll be the Morrises and the Crashaws, and Dick Osborne, and Septimus, and all that set. Katharine Hilbery is coming, by the way, so William Rodney told me." "Katharine Hilbery!"<|quote|>Ralph exclaimed.</|quote... | s odd about me is that I enjoy them both Emerson and the stocking." A knock was heard, and Ralph exclaimed: "Damn those people! I wish they weren t coming!" "It s only Mr. Turner, on the floor below," said Mary, and she felt grateful to Mr. Turner for having alarmed Ralph, and for having given a false alarm. "Will ther... | "There s no reason that I know of. It s the combination that s odd books and stockings. The combination is very odd." But it seemed to recommend itself to him. Mary gave a little laugh, expressive of happiness, and the particular stitches that she was now putting into her work appeared to her to be done with singular g... | s like a room on the stage. Who is it to-night?" "William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use of metaphor. I expect a good solid paper, with plenty of quotations from the classics." Ralph warmed his hands at the fire, which was flapping bravely in the grate, while Mary took up her stocking again. "I suppose you are the on... | aloud, half satirically, yet with evident pride, "talking about art." She pulled a basket containing balls of differently colored wools and a pair of stockings which needed darning towards her, and began to set her fingers to work; while her mind, reflecting the lassitude of her body, went on perversely, conjuring up v... | t think myself remarkable at all. How horrid of you! But I m afraid you re much more remarkable than I am. You ve done much more than I ve done." "If that s your standard, you ve nothing to be proud of," said Ralph grimly. "Well, I must reflect with Emerson that it s being and not doing that matters," she continued. "E... | Night And Day |
"You know her?" | Mary Datchet | me." "Katharine Hilbery!" Ralph exclaimed.<|quote|>"You know her?"</|quote|>Mary asked, with some surprise. | way, so William Rodney told me." "Katharine Hilbery!" Ralph exclaimed.<|quote|>"You know her?"</|quote|>Mary asked, with some surprise. "I went to a tea-party | and for having given a false alarm. "Will there be a crowd?" Ralph asked, after a pause. "There ll be the Morrises and the Crashaws, and Dick Osborne, and Septimus, and all that set. Katharine Hilbery is coming, by the way, so William Rodney told me." "Katharine Hilbery!" Ralph exclaimed.<|quote|>"You know her?"</|quot... | about me is that I enjoy them both Emerson and the stocking." A knock was heard, and Ralph exclaimed: "Damn those people! I wish they weren t coming!" "It s only Mr. Turner, on the floor below," said Mary, and she felt grateful to Mr. Turner for having alarmed Ralph, and for having given a false alarm. "Will there be a... | no reason that I know of. It s the combination that s odd books and stockings. The combination is very odd." But it seemed to recommend itself to him. Mary gave a little laugh, expressive of happiness, and the particular stitches that she was now putting into her work appeared to her to be done with singular grace and ... | a room on the stage. Who is it to-night?" "William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use of metaphor. I expect a good solid paper, with plenty of quotations from the classics." Ralph warmed his hands at the fire, which was flapping bravely in the grate, while Mary took up her stocking again. "I suppose you are the only woma... | satirically, yet with evident pride, "talking about art." She pulled a basket containing balls of differently colored wools and a pair of stockings which needed darning towards her, and began to set her fingers to work; while her mind, reflecting the lassitude of her body, went on perversely, conjuring up visions of so... | she asked, with a tinge of anxiety. "There s no reason that I know of. It s the combination that s odd books and stockings. The combination is very odd." But it seemed to recommend itself to him. Mary gave a little laugh, expressive of happiness, and the particular stitches that she was now putting into her work appear... | Night And Day |
Mary asked, with some surprise. | No speaker | Ralph exclaimed. "You know her?"<|quote|>Mary asked, with some surprise.</|quote|>"I went to a tea-party | Rodney told me." "Katharine Hilbery!" Ralph exclaimed. "You know her?"<|quote|>Mary asked, with some surprise.</|quote|>"I went to a tea-party at her house." Mary pressed | given a false alarm. "Will there be a crowd?" Ralph asked, after a pause. "There ll be the Morrises and the Crashaws, and Dick Osborne, and Septimus, and all that set. Katharine Hilbery is coming, by the way, so William Rodney told me." "Katharine Hilbery!" Ralph exclaimed. "You know her?"<|quote|>Mary asked, with some... | that I enjoy them both Emerson and the stocking." A knock was heard, and Ralph exclaimed: "Damn those people! I wish they weren t coming!" "It s only Mr. Turner, on the floor below," said Mary, and she felt grateful to Mr. Turner for having alarmed Ralph, and for having given a false alarm. "Will there be a crowd?" Ral... | I know of. It s the combination that s odd books and stockings. The combination is very odd." But it seemed to recommend itself to him. Mary gave a little laugh, expressive of happiness, and the particular stitches that she was now putting into her work appeared to her to be done with singular grace and felicity. She h... | the stage. Who is it to-night?" "William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use of metaphor. I expect a good solid paper, with plenty of quotations from the classics." Ralph warmed his hands at the fire, which was flapping bravely in the grate, while Mary took up her stocking again. "I suppose you are the only woman in Londo... | evident pride, "talking about art." She pulled a basket containing balls of differently colored wools and a pair of stockings which needed darning towards her, and began to set her fingers to work; while her mind, reflecting the lassitude of her body, went on perversely, conjuring up visions of solitude and quiet, and ... | turned to England. The nine mellow strokes, by which she was now apprised of the hour, were a message from the great clock at Westminster itself. As the last of them died away, there was a firm knocking on her own door, and she rose and opened it. She returned to the room, with a look of steady pleasure in her eyes, an... | Night And Day |
"I went to a tea-party at her house." | Ralph Denham | Mary asked, with some surprise.<|quote|>"I went to a tea-party at her house."</|quote|>Mary pressed him to tell | Ralph exclaimed. "You know her?" Mary asked, with some surprise.<|quote|>"I went to a tea-party at her house."</|quote|>Mary pressed him to tell her all about it, and | there be a crowd?" Ralph asked, after a pause. "There ll be the Morrises and the Crashaws, and Dick Osborne, and Septimus, and all that set. Katharine Hilbery is coming, by the way, so William Rodney told me." "Katharine Hilbery!" Ralph exclaimed. "You know her?" Mary asked, with some surprise.<|quote|>"I went to a tea... | Emerson and the stocking." A knock was heard, and Ralph exclaimed: "Damn those people! I wish they weren t coming!" "It s only Mr. Turner, on the floor below," said Mary, and she felt grateful to Mr. Turner for having alarmed Ralph, and for having given a false alarm. "Will there be a crowd?" Ralph asked, after a pause... | the combination that s odd books and stockings. The combination is very odd." But it seemed to recommend itself to him. Mary gave a little laugh, expressive of happiness, and the particular stitches that she was now putting into her work appeared to her to be done with singular grace and felicity. She held out the stoc... | to-night?" "William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use of metaphor. I expect a good solid paper, with plenty of quotations from the classics." Ralph warmed his hands at the fire, which was flapping bravely in the grate, while Mary took up her stocking again. "I suppose you are the only woman in London who darns her own s... | She pulled a basket containing balls of differently colored wools and a pair of stockings which needed darning towards her, and began to set her fingers to work; while her mind, reflecting the lassitude of her body, went on perversely, conjuring up visions of solitude and quiet, and she pictured herself laying aside he... | turned to England. The nine mellow strokes, by which she was now apprised of the hour, were a message from the great clock at Westminster itself. As the last of them died away, there was a firm knocking on her own door, and she rose and opened it. She returned to the room, with a look of steady pleasure in her eyes, an... | Night And Day |
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