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Mary pressed him to tell her all about it, and Ralph was not at all unwilling to exhibit proofs of the extent of his knowledge. He described the scene with certain additions and exaggerations which interested Mary very much. | No speaker | a tea-party at her house."<|quote|>Mary pressed him to tell her all about it, and Ralph was not at all unwilling to exhibit proofs of the extent of his knowledge. He described the scene with certain additions and exaggerations which interested Mary very much.</|quote|>"But, in spite of what | some surprise. "I went to a tea-party at her house."<|quote|>Mary pressed him to tell her all about it, and Ralph was not at all unwilling to exhibit proofs of the extent of his knowledge. He described the scene with certain additions and exaggerations which interested Mary very much.</|quote|>"But, in spite of what yo... | 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. "I went to a tea-party at her house."<|quote|>Mary pressed him t... | 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. "There ll be the Morrises and the Crashaws, ... | 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 approvingly. "You always s... | 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... | 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 knitting and walking out on to the down, and heari... | 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 |
"But, in spite of what you say, I do admire her," | Mary Datchet | which interested Mary very much.<|quote|>"But, in spite of what you say, I do admire her,"</|quote|>she said. "I ve only | with certain additions and exaggerations which interested Mary very much.<|quote|>"But, in spite of what you say, I do admire her,"</|quote|>she said. "I ve only seen her once or twice, | with some surprise. "I went to a tea-party at her house." Mary pressed him to tell her all about it, and Ralph was not at all unwilling to exhibit proofs of the extent of his knowledge. He described the scene with certain additions and exaggerations which interested Mary very much.<|quote|>"But, in spite of what you sa... | 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?" Mary asked, with some surprise. "I we... | 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 that s odd about me is that I enjoy them both Emerson and the stocking." A knock was heard, and ... | 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 horrid of you! But I m afraid you re mu... | 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 perfectly conscious of he... | 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... | Night And Day |
she said. | No speaker | say, I do admire her,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"I ve only seen her | in spite of what you say, I do admire her,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"I ve only seen her once or twice, but she | Mary pressed him to tell her all about it, and Ralph was not at all unwilling to exhibit proofs of the extent of his knowledge. He described the scene with certain additions and exaggerations which interested Mary very much. "But, in spite of what you say, I do admire her,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"I ve only seen he... | 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. "I went to a tea-party at her house." Mary pressed him to tell h... | 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 they weren t coming!... | 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... | 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 ... | 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 a tinge of anxiety. "There s... | Night And Day |
"I ve only seen her once or twice, but she seems to me to be what one calls a personality." | Mary Datchet | do admire her," she said.<|quote|>"I ve only seen her once or twice, but she seems to me to be what one calls a personality."</|quote|>"I didn t mean to | of what you say, I do admire her," she said.<|quote|>"I ve only seen her once or twice, but she seems to me to be what one calls a personality."</|quote|>"I didn t mean to abuse her. I only felt | him to tell her all about it, and Ralph was not at all unwilling to exhibit proofs of the extent of his knowledge. He described the scene with certain additions and exaggerations which interested Mary very much. "But, in spite of what you say, I do admire her," she said.<|quote|>"I ve only seen her once or twice, but s... | 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. "I went to a tea-party at her house." Mary pressed him to tell her all about i... | 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 on... | 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 ve done." "I... | 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 that s... | 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 him. "It s lik... | Night And Day |
"I didn t mean to abuse her. I only felt that she wasn t very sympathetic to me." | Ralph Denham | what one calls a personality."<|quote|>"I didn t mean to abuse her. I only felt that she wasn t very sympathetic to me."</|quote|>"They say she s going | seems to me to be what one calls a personality."<|quote|>"I didn t mean to abuse her. I only felt that she wasn t very sympathetic to me."</|quote|>"They say she s going to marry that queer creature | of his knowledge. He described the scene with certain additions and exaggerations which interested Mary very much. "But, in spite of what you say, I do admire her," she said. "I ve only seen her once or twice, but she seems to me to be what one calls a personality."<|quote|>"I didn t mean to abuse her. I only felt that... | by the way, so William Rodney told me." "Katharine Hilbery!" Ralph exclaimed. "You know her?" Mary asked, with some surprise. "I went to a tea-party at her house." Mary pressed him to tell her all about it, and Ralph was not at all unwilling to exhibit proofs of the extent of his knowledge. He described the scene with ... | 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," said Mary, and she felt grateful to Mr. Turner for having alarmed Ralp... | 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," said Ralph grimly. "Well, I must reflect with Emers... | 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 the many very different people who were now mak... | 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 of ... | Night And Day |
"They say she s going to marry that queer creature Rodney." | Mary Datchet | t very sympathetic to me."<|quote|>"They say she s going to marry that queer creature Rodney."</|quote|>"Marry Rodney? Then she must | only felt that she wasn t very sympathetic to me."<|quote|>"They say she s going to marry that queer creature Rodney."</|quote|>"Marry Rodney? Then she must be more deluded than I | in spite of what you say, I do admire her," she said. "I ve only seen her once or twice, but she seems to me to be what one calls a personality." "I didn t mean to abuse her. I only felt that she wasn t very sympathetic to me."<|quote|>"They say she s going to marry that queer creature Rodney."</|quote|>"Marry Rodney? ... | some surprise. "I went to a tea-party at her house." Mary pressed him to tell her all about it, and Ralph was not at all unwilling to exhibit proofs of the extent of his knowledge. He described the scene with certain additions and exaggerations which interested Mary very much. "But, in spite of what you say, I do admir... | 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?" Ralph asked, aft... | 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. "Emerson?" Ralph exclaimed, ... | 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 where she was sitting. As she ran her needle... | 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 horrid of you! But I m afraid you re much more remarka... | Night And Day |
"Marry Rodney? Then she must be more deluded than I thought her." | Ralph Denham | marry that queer creature Rodney."<|quote|>"Marry Rodney? Then she must be more deluded than I thought her."</|quote|>"Now that s my door, | say she s going to marry that queer creature Rodney."<|quote|>"Marry Rodney? Then she must be more deluded than I thought her."</|quote|>"Now that s my door, all right," Mary exclaimed, carefully | said. "I ve only seen her once or twice, but she seems to me to be what one calls a personality." "I didn t mean to abuse her. I only felt that she wasn t very sympathetic to me." "They say she s going to marry that queer creature Rodney."<|quote|>"Marry Rodney? Then she must be more deluded than I thought her."</|quot... | pressed him to tell her all about it, and Ralph was not at all unwilling to exhibit proofs of the extent of his knowledge. He described the scene with certain additions and exaggerations which interested Mary very much. "But, in spite of what you say, I do admire her," she said. "I ve only seen her once or twice, but s... | 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. "There ll be the Morrises and the Crashaws, and ... | 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 mean to say you read... | 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 where she was sitting. As she ran her needle in and out of the wool, she thought of the various stages in her own ... | 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. "There s no reason that I know of. It s the comb... | Night And Day |
"Now that s my door, all right," | Mary Datchet | deluded than I thought her."<|quote|>"Now that s my door, all right,"</|quote|>Mary exclaimed, carefully putting her | Then she must be more deluded than I thought her."<|quote|>"Now that s my door, all right,"</|quote|>Mary exclaimed, carefully putting her wools away, as a succession | to me to be what one calls a personality." "I didn t mean to abuse her. I only felt that she wasn t very sympathetic to me." "They say she s going to marry that queer creature Rodney." "Marry Rodney? Then she must be more deluded than I thought her."<|quote|>"Now that s my door, all right,"</|quote|>Mary exclaimed, car... | at all unwilling to exhibit proofs of the extent of his knowledge. He described the scene with certain additions and exaggerations which interested Mary very much. "But, in spite of what you say, I do admire her," she said. "I ve only seen her once or twice, but she seems to me to be what one calls a personality." "I d... | 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. "There ll be the Morrises and the Crashaws, and Dick Osborne, and Septimus, and all that set. Katharine Hilbery is com... | 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 shouldn t ... | 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 successive miracl... | 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... | Night And Day |
Mary exclaimed, carefully putting her wools away, as a succession of knocks reverberated unnecessarily, accompanied by a sound of people stamping their feet and laughing. A moment later the room was full of young men and women, who came in with a peculiar look of expectation, exclaimed "Oh!" when they saw Denham, and t... | No speaker | s my door, all right,"<|quote|>Mary exclaimed, carefully putting her wools away, as a succession of knocks reverberated unnecessarily, accompanied by a sound of people stamping their feet and laughing. A moment later the room was full of young men and women, who came in with a peculiar look of expectation, exclaimed "O... | I thought her." "Now that s my door, all right,"<|quote|>Mary exclaimed, carefully putting her wools away, as a succession of knocks reverberated unnecessarily, accompanied by a sound of people stamping their feet and laughing. A moment later the room was full of young men and women, who came in with a peculiar look of... | a personality." "I didn t mean to abuse her. I only felt that she wasn t very sympathetic to me." "They say she s going to marry that queer creature Rodney." "Marry Rodney? Then she must be more deluded than I thought her." "Now that s my door, all right,"<|quote|>Mary exclaimed, carefully putting her wools away, as a ... | the extent of his knowledge. He described the scene with certain additions and exaggerations which interested Mary very much. "But, in spite of what you say, I do admire her," she said. "I ve only seen her once or twice, but she seems to me to be what one calls a personality." "I didn t mean to abuse her. I only felt t... | 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. "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 Rodn... | 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 shouldn t I read Emerson?" she asked, ... | 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 her clerical ... | 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 fire, ... | Night And Day |
"In undertaking to speak of the Elizabethan use of metaphor in poetry" | William Rodney | very rapidly in high-strained tones:<|quote|>"In undertaking to speak of the Elizabethan use of metaphor in poetry"</|quote|>All the different heads swung | to the table, and began very rapidly in high-strained tones:<|quote|>"In undertaking to speak of the Elizabethan use of metaphor in poetry"</|quote|>All the different heads swung slightly or steadied themselves into | whom she nodded, but failed to see Ralph, or, if so, had already forgotten to attach any name to him. But in a second these heterogeneous elements were all united by the voice of Mr. Rodney, who suddenly strode up to the table, and began very rapidly in high-strained tones:<|quote|>"In undertaking to speak of the Eliza... | at first, entirely spasmodic in character, and muttered in undertones as if the speakers were suspicious of their fellow-guests. Katharine Hilbery came in rather late, and took up a position on the floor, with her back against the wall. She looked round quickly, recognized about half a dozen people, to whom she nodded,... | "Oh!" when they saw Denham, and then stood still, gaping rather foolishly. The room very soon contained between twenty and thirty people, who found seats for the most part upon the floor, occupying the mattresses, and hunching themselves together into triangular shapes. They were all young and some of them seemed to ma... | 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. "I went to a tea-party at her house." Mary pressed him to tell her all about it, and Ralph was not at all unwilling to exhibit proofs of the extent of his knowl... | 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 fire, which was flapping br... | 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. "I went to a tea-party at her house." Mary pressed him to tell her all about it, and Ralph was not at all unwilling to exhibit proofs of ... | Night And Day |
All the different heads swung slightly or steadied themselves into a position in which they could gaze straight at the speaker s face, and the same rather solemn expression was visible on all of them. But, at the same time, even the faces that were most exposed to view, and therefore most tautly under control, disclose... | No speaker | use of metaphor in poetry"<|quote|>All the different heads swung slightly or steadied themselves into a position in which they could gaze straight at the speaker s face, and the same rather solemn expression was visible on all of them. But, at the same time, even the faces that were most exposed to view, and therefore ... | to speak of the Elizabethan use of metaphor in poetry"<|quote|>All the different heads swung slightly or steadied themselves into a position in which they could gaze straight at the speaker s face, and the same rather solemn expression was visible on all of them. But, at the same time, even the faces that were most exp... | already forgotten to attach any name to him. But in a second these heterogeneous elements were all united by the voice of Mr. Rodney, who suddenly strode up to the table, and began very rapidly in high-strained tones: "In undertaking to speak of the Elizabethan use of metaphor in poetry"<|quote|>All the different heads... | the speakers were suspicious of their fellow-guests. Katharine Hilbery came in rather late, and took up a position on the floor, with her back against the wall. She looked round quickly, recognized about half a dozen people, to whom she nodded, but failed to see Ralph, or, if so, had already forgotten to attach any nam... | The room very soon contained between twenty and thirty people, who found seats for the most part upon the floor, occupying the mattresses, and hunching themselves together into triangular shapes. They were all young and some of them seemed to make a protest by their hair and dress, and something somber and truculent in... | me." "Katharine Hilbery!" Ralph exclaimed. "You know her?" Mary asked, with some surprise. "I went to a tea-party at her house." Mary pressed him to tell her all about it, and Ralph was not at all unwilling to exhibit proofs of the extent of his knowledge. He described the scene with certain additions and exaggerations... | 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 stocking again. "I suppose... | 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. "I assure you it s a common combinati... | Night And Day |
"Fancy marrying a creature like that!" | Ralph Denham | echoed Denham s private exclamation,<|quote|>"Fancy marrying a creature like that!"</|quote|>His paper was carefully written | most people would probably have echoed Denham s private exclamation,<|quote|>"Fancy marrying a creature like that!"</|quote|>His paper was carefully written out, but in spite of | evidently so painfully conscious of the oddity of his appearance, and his very redness and the starts to which his body was liable gave such proof of his own discomfort, that there was something endearing in this ridiculous susceptibility, although most people would probably have echoed Denham s private exclamation,<|q... | which seemed to indicate a torrent of ideas intermittently pressing for utterance and always checked in their course by a clutch of nervousness, drew no pity, as in the case of a more imposing personage, but a desire to laugh, which was, however, entirely lacking in malice. Mr. Rodney was evidently so painfully conscio... | of Mr. Rodney was irresistibly ludicrous. He was very red in the face, whether from the cool November night or nervousness, and every movement, from the way he wrung his hands to the way he jerked his head to right and left, as though a vision drew him now to the door, now to the window, bespoke his horrible discomfort... | railway. It was notable that the talk was confined to groups, and was, at first, entirely spasmodic in character, and muttered in undertones as if the speakers were suspicious of their fellow-guests. Katharine Hilbery came in rather late, and took up a position on the floor, with her back against the wall. She looked r... | "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 only Mr. Turner, o... | and took up a position on the floor, with her back against the wall. She looked round quickly, recognized about half a dozen people, to whom she nodded, but failed to see Ralph, or, if so, had already forgotten to attach any name to him. But in a second these heterogeneous elements were all united by the voice of Mr. R... | Night And Day |
His paper was carefully written out, but in spite of this precaution Mr. Rodney managed to turn over two sheets instead of one, to choose the wrong sentence where two were written together, and to discover his own handwriting suddenly illegible. When he found himself possessed of a coherent passage, he shook it at his ... | No speaker | marrying a creature like that!"<|quote|>His paper was carefully written out, but in spite of this precaution Mr. Rodney managed to turn over two sheets instead of one, to choose the wrong sentence where two were written together, and to discover his own handwriting suddenly illegible. When he found himself possessed of... | Denham s private exclamation, "Fancy marrying a creature like that!"<|quote|>His paper was carefully written out, but in spite of this precaution Mr. Rodney managed to turn over two sheets instead of one, to choose the wrong sentence where two were written together, and to discover his own handwriting suddenly illegibl... | oddity of his appearance, and his very redness and the starts to which his body was liable gave such proof of his own discomfort, that there was something endearing in this ridiculous susceptibility, although most people would probably have echoed Denham s private exclamation, "Fancy marrying a creature like that!"<|qu... | of ideas intermittently pressing for utterance and always checked in their course by a clutch of nervousness, drew no pity, as in the case of a more imposing personage, but a desire to laugh, which was, however, entirely lacking in malice. Mr. Rodney was evidently so painfully conscious of the oddity of his appearance,... | He was very red in the face, whether from the cool November night or nervousness, and every movement, from the way he wrung his hands to the way he jerked his head to right and left, as though a vision drew him now to the door, now to the window, bespoke his horrible discomfort under the stare of so many eyes. He was s... | talk was confined to groups, and was, at first, entirely spasmodic in character, and muttered in undertones as if the speakers were suspicious of their fellow-guests. Katharine Hilbery came in rather late, and took up a position on the floor, with her back against the wall. She looked round quickly, recognized about ha... | "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 only Mr. Turner, on the floor below," said Mary, an... | developed into an outburst of laughter. The first sight of Mr. Rodney was irresistibly ludicrous. He was very red in the face, whether from the cool November night or nervousness, and every movement, from the way he wrung his hands to the way he jerked his head to right and left, as though a vision drew him now to the ... | Night And Day |
"Well, Katharine, I hope I ve made a big enough fool of myself even for you! It was terrible! terrible! terrible!" | William Rodney | sitting, and exclaimed, very audibly:<|quote|>"Well, Katharine, I hope I ve made a big enough fool of myself even for you! It was terrible! terrible! terrible!"</|quote|>"Hush! You must answer their | the corner where Katharine was sitting, and exclaimed, very audibly:<|quote|>"Well, Katharine, I hope I ve made a big enough fool of myself even for you! It was terrible! terrible! terrible!"</|quote|>"Hush! You must answer their questions," Katharine whispered, desiring, at | relief at being able to laugh aloud in a decided outburst of applause. Mr. Rodney acknowledged this with a wild glance round him, and, instead of waiting to answer questions, he jumped up, thrust himself through the seated bodies into the corner where Katharine was sitting, and exclaimed, very audibly:<|quote|>"Well, K... | were stirred by his enthusiasm for poetry or by the contortions which a human being was going through for their benefit, it would be hard to say. At length Mr. Rodney sat down impulsively in the middle of a sentence, and, after a pause of bewilderment, the audience expressed its relief at being able to laugh aloud in a... | was carefully written out, but in spite of this precaution Mr. Rodney managed to turn over two sheets instead of one, to choose the wrong sentence where two were written together, and to discover his own handwriting suddenly illegible. When he found himself possessed of a coherent passage, he shook it at his audience a... | very red in the face, whether from the cool November night or nervousness, and every movement, from the way he wrung his hands to the way he jerked his head to right and left, as though a vision drew him now to the door, now to the window, bespoke his horrible discomfort under the stare of so many eyes. He was scrupulo... | seems to me to be what one calls a personality." "I didn t mean to abuse her. I only felt that she wasn t very sympathetic to me." "They say she s going to marry that queer creature Rodney." "Marry Rodney? Then she must be more deluded than I thought her." "Now that s my door, all right," Mary exclaimed, carefully putt... | her back against the wall. She looked round quickly, recognized about half a dozen people, to whom she nodded, but failed to see Ralph, or, if so, had already forgotten to attach any name to him. But in a second these heterogeneous elements were all united by the voice of Mr. Rodney, who suddenly strode up to the table... | Night And Day |
"Hush! You must answer their questions," | Katharine Hilbery | It was terrible! terrible! terrible!"<|quote|>"Hush! You must answer their questions,"</|quote|>Katharine whispered, desiring, at all | of myself even for you! It was terrible! terrible! terrible!"<|quote|>"Hush! You must answer their questions,"</|quote|>Katharine whispered, desiring, at all costs, to keep him quiet. | round him, and, instead of waiting to answer questions, he jumped up, thrust himself through the seated bodies into the corner where Katharine was sitting, and exclaimed, very audibly: "Well, Katharine, I hope I ve made a big enough fool of myself even for you! It was terrible! terrible! terrible!"<|quote|>"Hush! You m... | it would be hard to say. At length Mr. Rodney sat down impulsively in the middle of a sentence, and, after a pause of bewilderment, the audience expressed its relief at being able to laugh aloud in a decided outburst of applause. Mr. Rodney acknowledged this with a wild glance round him, and, instead of waiting to answ... | to choose the wrong sentence where two were written together, and to discover his own handwriting suddenly illegible. When he found himself possessed of a coherent passage, he shook it at his audience almost aggressively, and then fumbled for another. After a distressing search a fresh discovery would be made, and prod... | his hands to the way he jerked his head to right and left, as though a vision drew him now to the door, now to the window, bespoke his horrible discomfort under the stare of so many eyes. He was scrupulously well dressed, and a pearl in the center of his tie seemed to give him a touch of aristocratic opulence. But the ... | she wasn t very sympathetic to me." "They say she s going to marry that queer creature Rodney." "Marry Rodney? Then she must be more deluded than I thought her." "Now that s my door, all right," Mary exclaimed, carefully putting her wools away, as a succession of knocks reverberated unnecessarily, accompanied by a soun... | She looked round quickly, recognized about half a dozen people, to whom she nodded, but failed to see Ralph, or, if so, had already forgotten to attach any name to him. But in a second these heterogeneous elements were all united by the voice of Mr. Rodney, who suddenly strode up to the table, and began very rapidly in... | Night And Day |
Katharine whispered, desiring, at all costs, to keep him quiet. Oddly enough, when the speaker was no longer in front of them, there seemed to be much that was suggestive in what he had said. At any rate, a pale-faced young man with sad eyes was already on his feet, delivering an accurately worded speech with perfect c... | No speaker | You must answer their questions,"<|quote|>Katharine whispered, desiring, at all costs, to keep him quiet. Oddly enough, when the speaker was no longer in front of them, there seemed to be much that was suggestive in what he had said. At any rate, a pale-faced young man with sad eyes was already on his feet, delivering ... | was terrible! terrible! terrible!" "Hush! You must answer their questions,"<|quote|>Katharine whispered, desiring, at all costs, to keep him quiet. Oddly enough, when the speaker was no longer in front of them, there seemed to be much that was suggestive in what he had said. At any rate, a pale-faced young man with sad... | to answer questions, he jumped up, thrust himself through the seated bodies into the corner where Katharine was sitting, and exclaimed, very audibly: "Well, Katharine, I hope I ve made a big enough fool of myself even for you! It was terrible! terrible! terrible!" "Hush! You must answer their questions,"<|quote|>Kathar... | At length Mr. Rodney sat down impulsively in the middle of a sentence, and, after a pause of bewilderment, the audience expressed its relief at being able to laugh aloud in a decided outburst of applause. Mr. Rodney acknowledged this with a wild glance round him, and, instead of waiting to answer questions, he jumped u... | two were written together, and to discover his own handwriting suddenly illegible. When he found himself possessed of a coherent passage, he shook it at his audience almost aggressively, and then fumbled for another. After a distressing search a fresh discovery would be made, and produced in the same way, until, by mea... | jerked his head to right and left, as though a vision drew him now to the door, now to the window, bespoke his horrible discomfort under the stare of so many eyes. He was scrupulously well dressed, and a pearl in the center of his tie seemed to give him a touch of aristocratic opulence. But the rather prominent eyes an... | me." "They say she s going to marry that queer creature Rodney." "Marry Rodney? Then she must be more deluded than I thought her." "Now that s my door, all right," Mary exclaimed, carefully putting her wools away, as a succession of knocks reverberated unnecessarily, accompanied by a sound of people stamping their feet... | the same time, even the faces that were most exposed to view, and therefore most tautly under control, disclosed a sudden impulsive tremor which, unless directly checked, would have developed into an outburst of laughter. The first sight of Mr. Rodney was irresistibly ludicrous. He was very red in the face, whether fro... | Night And Day |
"Idiot!" | William Rodney | still quivering slightly with emotion.<|quote|>"Idiot!"</|quote|>he whispered. "He s misunderstood | lip, although his face was still quivering slightly with emotion.<|quote|>"Idiot!"</|quote|>he whispered. "He s misunderstood every word I said!" "Well | was suggestive in what he had said. At any rate, a pale-faced young man with sad eyes was already on his feet, delivering an accurately worded speech with perfect composure. William Rodney listened with a curious lifting of his upper lip, although his face was still quivering slightly with emotion.<|quote|>"Idiot!"</|q... | ve made a big enough fool of myself even for you! It was terrible! terrible! terrible!" "Hush! You must answer their questions," Katharine whispered, desiring, at all costs, to keep him quiet. Oddly enough, when the speaker was no longer in front of them, there seemed to be much that was suggestive in what he had said.... | for poetry or by the contortions which a human being was going through for their benefit, it would be hard to say. At length Mr. Rodney sat down impulsively in the middle of a sentence, and, after a pause of bewilderment, the audience expressed its relief at being able to laugh aloud in a decided outburst of applause. ... | always checked in their course by a clutch of nervousness, drew no pity, as in the case of a more imposing personage, but a desire to laugh, which was, however, entirely lacking in malice. Mr. Rodney was evidently so painfully conscious of the oddity of his appearance, and his very redness and the starts to which his b... | "Oh!" when they saw Denham, and then stood still, gaping rather foolishly. The room very soon contained between twenty and thirty people, who found seats for the most part upon the floor, occupying the mattresses, and hunching themselves together into triangular shapes. They were all young and some of them seemed to ma... | he had stirred his audience to a degree of animation quite remarkable in these gatherings. Whether they were stirred by his enthusiasm for poetry or by the contortions which a human being was going through for their benefit, it would be hard to say. At length Mr. Rodney sat down impulsively in the middle of a sentence,... | Night And Day |
he whispered. | No speaker | quivering slightly with emotion. "Idiot!"<|quote|>he whispered.</|quote|>"He s misunderstood every word | although his face was still quivering slightly with emotion. "Idiot!"<|quote|>he whispered.</|quote|>"He s misunderstood every word I said!" "Well then, answer | suggestive in what he had said. At any rate, a pale-faced young man with sad eyes was already on his feet, delivering an accurately worded speech with perfect composure. William Rodney listened with a curious lifting of his upper lip, although his face was still quivering slightly with emotion. "Idiot!"<|quote|>he whis... | made a big enough fool of myself even for you! It was terrible! terrible! terrible!" "Hush! You must answer their questions," Katharine whispered, desiring, at all costs, to keep him quiet. Oddly enough, when the speaker was no longer in front of them, there seemed to be much that was suggestive in what he had said. At... | poetry or by the contortions which a human being was going through for their benefit, it would be hard to say. At length Mr. Rodney sat down impulsively in the middle of a sentence, and, after a pause of bewilderment, the audience expressed its relief at being able to laugh aloud in a decided outburst of applause. Mr. ... | checked in their course by a clutch of nervousness, drew no pity, as in the case of a more imposing personage, but a desire to laugh, which was, however, entirely lacking in malice. Mr. Rodney was evidently so painfully conscious of the oddity of his appearance, and his very redness and the starts to which his body was... | when they saw Denham, and then stood still, gaping rather foolishly. The room very soon contained between twenty and thirty people, who found seats for the most part upon the floor, occupying the mattresses, and hunching themselves together into triangular shapes. They were all young and some of them seemed to make a p... | as though a vision drew him now to the door, now to the window, bespoke his horrible discomfort under the stare of so many eyes. He was scrupulously well dressed, and a pearl in the center of his tie seemed to give him a touch of aristocratic opulence. But the rather prominent eyes and the impulsive stammering manner, ... | Night And Day |
"He s misunderstood every word I said!" | William Rodney | with emotion. "Idiot!" he whispered.<|quote|>"He s misunderstood every word I said!"</|quote|>"Well then, answer him," Katharine | face was still quivering slightly with emotion. "Idiot!" he whispered.<|quote|>"He s misunderstood every word I said!"</|quote|>"Well then, answer him," Katharine whispered back. "No, I shan | what he had said. At any rate, a pale-faced young man with sad eyes was already on his feet, delivering an accurately worded speech with perfect composure. William Rodney listened with a curious lifting of his upper lip, although his face was still quivering slightly with emotion. "Idiot!" he whispered.<|quote|>"He s m... | big enough fool of myself even for you! It was terrible! terrible! terrible!" "Hush! You must answer their questions," Katharine whispered, desiring, at all costs, to keep him quiet. Oddly enough, when the speaker was no longer in front of them, there seemed to be much that was suggestive in what he had said. At any ra... | by the contortions which a human being was going through for their benefit, it would be hard to say. At length Mr. Rodney sat down impulsively in the middle of a sentence, and, after a pause of bewilderment, the audience expressed its relief at being able to laugh aloud in a decided outburst of applause. Mr. Rodney ack... | their course by a clutch of nervousness, drew no pity, as in the case of a more imposing personage, but a desire to laugh, which was, however, entirely lacking in malice. Mr. Rodney was evidently so painfully conscious of the oddity of his appearance, and his very redness and the starts to which his body was liable gav... | saw Denham, and then stood still, gaping rather foolishly. The room very soon contained between twenty and thirty people, who found seats for the most part upon the floor, occupying the mattresses, and hunching themselves together into triangular shapes. They were all young and some of them seemed to make a protest by ... | bespoke his horrible discomfort under the stare of so many eyes. He was scrupulously well dressed, and a pearl in the center of his tie seemed to give him a touch of aristocratic opulence. But the rather prominent eyes and the impulsive stammering manner, which seemed to indicate a torrent of ideas intermittently press... | Night And Day |
"Well then, answer him," | Katharine Hilbery | misunderstood every word I said!"<|quote|>"Well then, answer him,"</|quote|>Katharine whispered back. "No, I | "Idiot!" he whispered. "He s misunderstood every word I said!"<|quote|>"Well then, answer him,"</|quote|>Katharine whispered back. "No, I shan t! They d only | a pale-faced young man with sad eyes was already on his feet, delivering an accurately worded speech with perfect composure. William Rodney listened with a curious lifting of his upper lip, although his face was still quivering slightly with emotion. "Idiot!" he whispered. "He s misunderstood every word I said!"<|quote... | you! It was terrible! terrible! terrible!" "Hush! You must answer their questions," Katharine whispered, desiring, at all costs, to keep him quiet. Oddly enough, when the speaker was no longer in front of them, there seemed to be much that was suggestive in what he had said. At any rate, a pale-faced young man with sad... | was going through for their benefit, it would be hard to say. At length Mr. Rodney sat down impulsively in the middle of a sentence, and, after a pause of bewilderment, the audience expressed its relief at being able to laugh aloud in a decided outburst of applause. Mr. Rodney acknowledged this with a wild glance round... | drew no pity, as in the case of a more imposing personage, but a desire to laugh, which was, however, entirely lacking in malice. Mr. Rodney was evidently so painfully conscious of the oddity of his appearance, and his very redness and the starts to which his body was liable gave such proof of his own discomfort, that ... | rather foolishly. The room very soon contained between twenty and thirty people, who found seats for the most part upon the floor, occupying the mattresses, and hunching themselves together into triangular shapes. They were all young and some of them seemed to make a protest by their hair and dress, and something sombe... | as though a vision drew him now to the door, now to the window, bespoke his horrible discomfort under the stare of so many eyes. He was scrupulously well dressed, and a pearl in the center of his tie seemed to give him a touch of aristocratic opulence. But the rather prominent eyes and the impulsive stammering manner, ... | Night And Day |
Katharine whispered back. | No speaker | said!" "Well then, answer him,"<|quote|>Katharine whispered back.</|quote|>"No, I shan t! They | s misunderstood every word I said!" "Well then, answer him,"<|quote|>Katharine whispered back.</|quote|>"No, I shan t! They d only laugh at me. | with sad eyes was already on his feet, delivering an accurately worded speech with perfect composure. William Rodney listened with a curious lifting of his upper lip, although his face was still quivering slightly with emotion. "Idiot!" he whispered. "He s misunderstood every word I said!" "Well then, answer him,"<|quo... | terrible! terrible!" "Hush! You must answer their questions," Katharine whispered, desiring, at all costs, to keep him quiet. Oddly enough, when the speaker was no longer in front of them, there seemed to be much that was suggestive in what he had said. At any rate, a pale-faced young man with sad eyes was already on h... | their benefit, it would be hard to say. At length Mr. Rodney sat down impulsively in the middle of a sentence, and, after a pause of bewilderment, the audience expressed its relief at being able to laugh aloud in a decided outburst of applause. Mr. Rodney acknowledged this with a wild glance round him, and, instead of ... | in the case of a more imposing personage, but a desire to laugh, which was, however, entirely lacking in malice. Mr. Rodney was evidently so painfully conscious of the oddity of his appearance, and his very redness and the starts to which his body was liable gave such proof of his own discomfort, that there was somethi... | very soon contained between twenty and thirty people, who found seats for the most part upon the floor, occupying the mattresses, and hunching themselves together into triangular shapes. They were all young and some of them seemed to make a protest by their hair and dress, and something somber and truculent in the expr... | although most people would probably have echoed Denham s private exclamation, "Fancy marrying a creature like that!" His paper was carefully written out, but in spite of this precaution Mr. Rodney managed to turn over two sheets instead of one, to choose the wrong sentence where two were written together, and to discov... | Night And Day |
"No, I shan t! They d only laugh at me. Why did I let you persuade me that these sort of people care for literature?" | William Rodney | answer him," Katharine whispered back.<|quote|>"No, I shan t! They d only laugh at me. Why did I let you persuade me that these sort of people care for literature?"</|quote|>he continued. There was much | word I said!" "Well then, answer him," Katharine whispered back.<|quote|>"No, I shan t! They d only laugh at me. Why did I let you persuade me that these sort of people care for literature?"</|quote|>he continued. There was much to be said both for | was already on his feet, delivering an accurately worded speech with perfect composure. William Rodney listened with a curious lifting of his upper lip, although his face was still quivering slightly with emotion. "Idiot!" he whispered. "He s misunderstood every word I said!" "Well then, answer him," Katharine whispere... | You must answer their questions," Katharine whispered, desiring, at all costs, to keep him quiet. Oddly enough, when the speaker was no longer in front of them, there seemed to be much that was suggestive in what he had said. At any rate, a pale-faced young man with sad eyes was already on his feet, delivering an accur... | would be hard to say. At length Mr. Rodney sat down impulsively in the middle of a sentence, and, after a pause of bewilderment, the audience expressed its relief at being able to laugh aloud in a decided outburst of applause. Mr. Rodney acknowledged this with a wild glance round him, and, instead of waiting to answer ... | of a more imposing personage, but a desire to laugh, which was, however, entirely lacking in malice. Mr. Rodney was evidently so painfully conscious of the oddity of his appearance, and his very redness and the starts to which his body was liable gave such proof of his own discomfort, that there was something endearing... | between twenty and thirty people, who found seats for the most part upon the floor, occupying the mattresses, and hunching themselves together into triangular shapes. They were all young and some of them seemed to make a protest by their hair and dress, and something somber and truculent in the expression of their face... | being was going through for their benefit, it would be hard to say. At length Mr. Rodney sat down impulsively in the middle of a sentence, and, after a pause of bewilderment, the audience expressed its relief at being able to laugh aloud in a decided outburst of applause. Mr. Rodney acknowledged this with a wild glance... | Night And Day |
he continued. There was much to be said both for and against Mr. Rodney s paper. It had been crammed with assertions that such-and-such passages, taken liberally from English, French, and Italian, are the supreme pearls of literature. Further, he was fond of using metaphors which, compounded in the study, were apt to s... | No speaker | of people care for literature?"<|quote|>he continued. There was much to be said both for and against Mr. Rodney s paper. It had been crammed with assertions that such-and-such passages, taken liberally from English, French, and Italian, are the supreme pearls of literature. Further, he was fond of using metaphors which... | persuade me that these sort of people care for literature?"<|quote|>he continued. There was much to be said both for and against Mr. Rodney s paper. It had been crammed with assertions that such-and-such passages, taken liberally from English, French, and Italian, are the supreme pearls of literature. Further, he was f... | his face was still quivering slightly with emotion. "Idiot!" he whispered. "He s misunderstood every word I said!" "Well then, answer him," Katharine whispered back. "No, I shan t! They d only laugh at me. Why did I let you persuade me that these sort of people care for literature?"<|quote|>he continued. There was much... | of them, there seemed to be much that was suggestive in what he had said. At any rate, a pale-faced young man with sad eyes was already on his feet, delivering an accurately worded speech with perfect composure. William Rodney listened with a curious lifting of his upper lip, although his face was still quivering sligh... | audience expressed its relief at being able to laugh aloud in a decided outburst of applause. Mr. Rodney acknowledged this with a wild glance round him, and, instead of waiting to answer questions, he jumped up, thrust himself through the seated bodies into the corner where Katharine was sitting, and exclaimed, very au... | the oddity of his appearance, and his very redness and the starts to which his body was liable gave such proof of his own discomfort, that there was something endearing in this ridiculous susceptibility, although most people would probably have echoed Denham s private exclamation, "Fancy marrying a creature like that!"... | They were all young and some of them seemed to make a protest by their hair and dress, and something somber and truculent in the expression of their faces, against the more normal type, who would have passed unnoticed in an omnibus or an underground railway. It was notable that the talk was confined to groups, and was,... | was scrupulously well dressed, and a pearl in the center of his tie seemed to give him a touch of aristocratic opulence. But the rather prominent eyes and the impulsive stammering manner, which seemed to indicate a torrent of ideas intermittently pressing for utterance and always checked in their course by a clutch of ... | Night And Day |
"That was what I call a first-rate paper." | Mary Datchet | down and remarked to Ralph:<|quote|>"That was what I call a first-rate paper."</|quote|>Both of them instinctively turned | to darn stockings again, stooped down and remarked to Ralph:<|quote|>"That was what I call a first-rate paper."</|quote|>Both of them instinctively turned their eyes in the direction | next them, and rectified and continued what they had just said in public. Before long, therefore, the groups on the mattresses and the groups on the chairs were all in communication with each other, and Mary Datchet, who had begun to darn stockings again, stooped down and remarked to Ralph:<|quote|>"That was what I cal... | and, as with an ill-balanced axe, attempted to hew out his conception of art a little more clearly, and sat down with the feeling that, for some reason which he could not grasp, his strokes had gone awry. As they sat down they turned almost invariably to the person sitting next them, and rectified and continued what th... | confusion of language there had emerged some passion of feeling which, as he spoke, formed in the majority of the audience a little picture or an idea which each now was eager to give expression to. Most of the people there proposed to spend their lives in the practice either of writing or painting, and merely by looki... | At any rate, a pale-faced young man with sad eyes was already on his feet, delivering an accurately worded speech with perfect composure. William Rodney listened with a curious lifting of his upper lip, although his face was still quivering slightly with emotion. "Idiot!" he whispered. "He s misunderstood every word I ... | well dressed, and a pearl in the center of his tie seemed to give him a touch of aristocratic opulence. But the rather prominent eyes and the impulsive stammering manner, which seemed to indicate a torrent of ideas intermittently pressing for utterance and always checked in their course by a clutch of nervousness, drew... | much to be said both for and against Mr. Rodney s paper. It had been crammed with assertions that such-and-such passages, taken liberally from English, French, and Italian, are the supreme pearls of literature. Further, he was fond of using metaphors which, compounded in the study, were apt to sound either cramped or o... | Night And Day |
Both of them instinctively turned their eyes in the direction of the reader of the paper. He was lying back against the wall, with his eyes apparently shut, and his chin sunk upon his collar. Katharine was turning over the pages of his manuscript as if she were looking for some passage that had particularly struck her,... | No speaker | I call a first-rate paper."<|quote|>Both of them instinctively turned their eyes in the direction of the reader of the paper. He was lying back against the wall, with his eyes apparently shut, and his chin sunk upon his collar. Katharine was turning over the pages of his manuscript as if she were looking for some passa... | to Ralph: "That was what I call a first-rate paper."<|quote|>Both of them instinctively turned their eyes in the direction of the reader of the paper. He was lying back against the wall, with his eyes apparently shut, and his chin sunk upon his collar. Katharine was turning over the pages of his manuscript as if she we... | had just said in public. Before long, therefore, the groups on the mattresses and the groups on the chairs were all in communication with each other, and Mary Datchet, who had begun to darn stockings again, stooped down and remarked to Ralph: "That was what I call a first-rate paper."<|quote|>Both of them instinctively... | hew out his conception of art a little more clearly, and sat down with the feeling that, for some reason which he could not grasp, his strokes had gone awry. As they sat down they turned almost invariably to the person sitting next them, and rectified and continued what they had just said in public. Before long, theref... | of feeling which, as he spoke, formed in the majority of the audience a little picture or an idea which each now was eager to give expression to. Most of the people there proposed to spend their lives in the practice either of writing or painting, and merely by looking at them it could be seen that, as they listened to... | sad eyes was already on his feet, delivering an accurately worded speech with perfect composure. William Rodney listened with a curious lifting of his upper lip, although his face was still quivering slightly with emotion. "Idiot!" he whispered. "He s misunderstood every word I said!" "Well then, answer him," Katharine... | of his tie seemed to give him a touch of aristocratic opulence. But the rather prominent eyes and the impulsive stammering manner, which seemed to indicate a torrent of ideas intermittently pressing for utterance and always checked in their course by a clutch of nervousness, drew no pity, as in the case of a more impos... | for literature?" he continued. There was much to be said both for and against Mr. Rodney s paper. It had been crammed with assertions that such-and-such passages, taken liberally from English, French, and Italian, are the supreme pearls of literature. Further, he was fond of using metaphors which, compounded in the stu... | Night And Day |
"Let s go and tell him how much we liked it," | Mary Datchet | a difficulty in finding it.<|quote|>"Let s go and tell him how much we liked it,"</|quote|>said Mary, thus suggesting an | particularly struck her, and had a difficulty in finding it.<|quote|>"Let s go and tell him how much we liked it,"</|quote|>said Mary, thus suggesting an action which Ralph was anxious | the paper. He was lying back against the wall, with his eyes apparently shut, and his chin sunk upon his collar. Katharine was turning over the pages of his manuscript as if she were looking for some passage that had particularly struck her, and had a difficulty in finding it.<|quote|>"Let s go and tell him how much we... | the groups on the chairs were all in communication with each other, and Mary Datchet, who had begun to darn stockings again, stooped down and remarked to Ralph: "That was what I call a first-rate paper." Both of them instinctively turned their eyes in the direction of the reader of the paper. He was lying back against ... | and then to Mr. Greenhalgh, they were seeing something done by these gentlemen to a possession which they thought to be their own. One person after another rose, and, as with an ill-balanced axe, attempted to hew out his conception of art a little more clearly, and sat down with the feeling that, for some reason which ... | I let you persuade me that these sort of people care for literature?" he continued. There was much to be said both for and against Mr. Rodney s paper. It had been crammed with assertions that such-and-such passages, taken liberally from English, French, and Italian, are the supreme pearls of literature. Further, he was... | however, entirely lacking in malice. Mr. Rodney was evidently so painfully conscious of the oddity of his appearance, and his very redness and the starts to which his body was liable gave such proof of his own discomfort, that there was something endearing in this ridiculous susceptibility, although most people would p... | was sitting, and exclaimed, very audibly: "Well, Katharine, I hope I ve made a big enough fool of myself even for you! It was terrible! terrible! terrible!" "Hush! You must answer their questions," Katharine whispered, desiring, at all costs, to keep him quiet. Oddly enough, when the speaker was no longer in front of t... | Night And Day |
said Mary, thus suggesting an action which Ralph was anxious to take, though without her he would have been too proud to do it, for he suspected that he had more interest in Katharine than she had in him. | No speaker | how much we liked it,"<|quote|>said Mary, thus suggesting an action which Ralph was anxious to take, though without her he would have been too proud to do it, for he suspected that he had more interest in Katharine than she had in him.</|quote|>"That was a very interesting | s go and tell him how much we liked it,"<|quote|>said Mary, thus suggesting an action which Ralph was anxious to take, though without her he would have been too proud to do it, for he suspected that he had more interest in Katharine than she had in him.</|quote|>"That was a very interesting paper," Mary began, without ... | eyes apparently shut, and his chin sunk upon his collar. Katharine was turning over the pages of his manuscript as if she were looking for some passage that had particularly struck her, and had a difficulty in finding it. "Let s go and tell him how much we liked it,"<|quote|>said Mary, thus suggesting an action which R... | other, and Mary Datchet, who had begun to darn stockings again, stooped down and remarked to Ralph: "That was what I call a first-rate paper." Both of them instinctively turned their eyes in the direction of the reader of the paper. He was lying back against the wall, with his eyes apparently shut, and his chin sunk up... | these gentlemen to a possession which they thought to be their own. One person after another rose, and, as with an ill-balanced axe, attempted to hew out his conception of art a little more clearly, and sat down with the feeling that, for some reason which he could not grasp, his strokes had gone awry. As they sat down... | for literature?" he continued. There was much to be said both for and against Mr. Rodney s paper. It had been crammed with assertions that such-and-such passages, taken liberally from English, French, and Italian, are the supreme pearls of literature. Further, he was fond of using metaphors which, compounded in the stu... | conscious of the oddity of his appearance, and his very redness and the starts to which his body was liable gave such proof of his own discomfort, that there was something endearing in this ridiculous susceptibility, although most people would probably have echoed Denham s private exclamation, "Fancy marrying a creatur... | made a big enough fool of myself even for you! It was terrible! terrible! terrible!" "Hush! You must answer their questions," Katharine whispered, desiring, at all costs, to keep him quiet. Oddly enough, when the speaker was no longer in front of them, there seemed to be much that was suggestive in what he had said. At... | Night And Day |
"That was a very interesting paper," | Mary Datchet | than she had in him.<|quote|>"That was a very interesting paper,"</|quote|>Mary began, without any shyness, | had more interest in Katharine than she had in him.<|quote|>"That was a very interesting paper,"</|quote|>Mary began, without any shyness, seating herself on the floor | "Let s go and tell him how much we liked it," said Mary, thus suggesting an action which Ralph was anxious to take, though without her he would have been too proud to do it, for he suspected that he had more interest in Katharine than she had in him.<|quote|>"That was a very interesting paper,"</|quote|>Mary began, wit... | the paper. He was lying back against the wall, with his eyes apparently shut, and his chin sunk upon his collar. Katharine was turning over the pages of his manuscript as if she were looking for some passage that had particularly struck her, and had a difficulty in finding it. "Let s go and tell him how much we liked i... | the feeling that, for some reason which he could not grasp, his strokes had gone awry. As they sat down they turned almost invariably to the person sitting next them, and rectified and continued what they had just said in public. Before long, therefore, the groups on the mattresses and the groups on the chairs were all... | literature. Further, he was fond of using metaphors which, compounded in the study, were apt to sound either cramped or out of place as he delivered them in fragments. Literature was a fresh garland of spring flowers, he said, in which yew-berries and the purple nightshade mingled with the various tints of the anemone;... | would probably have echoed Denham s private exclamation, "Fancy marrying a creature like that!" His paper was carefully written out, but in spite of this precaution Mr. Rodney managed to turn over two sheets instead of one, to choose the wrong sentence where two were written together, and to discover his own handwritin... | an idea which each now was eager to give expression to. Most of the people there proposed to spend their lives in the practice either of writing or painting, and merely by looking at them it could be seen that, as they listened to Mr. Purvis first, and then to Mr. Greenhalgh, they were seeing something done by these ge... | Night And Day |
Mary began, without any shyness, seating herself on the floor opposite to Rodney and Katharine. | No speaker | was a very interesting paper,"<|quote|>Mary began, without any shyness, seating herself on the floor opposite to Rodney and Katharine.</|quote|>"Will you lend me the | she had in him. "That was a very interesting paper,"<|quote|>Mary began, without any shyness, seating herself on the floor opposite to Rodney and Katharine.</|quote|>"Will you lend me the manuscript to read in peace?" | how much we liked it," said Mary, thus suggesting an action which Ralph was anxious to take, though without her he would have been too proud to do it, for he suspected that he had more interest in Katharine than she had in him. "That was a very interesting paper,"<|quote|>Mary began, without any shyness, seating hersel... | against the wall, with his eyes apparently shut, and his chin sunk upon his collar. Katharine was turning over the pages of his manuscript as if she were looking for some passage that had particularly struck her, and had a difficulty in finding it. "Let s go and tell him how much we liked it," said Mary, thus suggestin... | which he could not grasp, his strokes had gone awry. As they sat down they turned almost invariably to the person sitting next them, and rectified and continued what they had just said in public. Before long, therefore, the groups on the mattresses and the groups on the chairs were all in communication with each other,... | using metaphors which, compounded in the study, were apt to sound either cramped or out of place as he delivered them in fragments. Literature was a fresh garland of spring flowers, he said, in which yew-berries and the purple nightshade mingled with the various tints of the anemone; and somehow or other this garland e... | private exclamation, "Fancy marrying a creature like that!" His paper was carefully written out, but in spite of this precaution Mr. Rodney managed to turn over two sheets instead of one, to choose the wrong sentence where two were written together, and to discover his own handwriting suddenly illegible. When he found ... | he delivered them in fragments. Literature was a fresh garland of spring flowers, he said, in which yew-berries and the purple nightshade mingled with the various tints of the anemone; and somehow or other this garland encircled marble brows. He had read very badly some very beautiful quotations. But through his manner... | Night And Day |
"Will you lend me the manuscript to read in peace?" | Mary Datchet | opposite to Rodney and Katharine.<|quote|>"Will you lend me the manuscript to read in peace?"</|quote|>Rodney, who had opened his | seating herself on the floor opposite to Rodney and Katharine.<|quote|>"Will you lend me the manuscript to read in peace?"</|quote|>Rodney, who had opened his eyes on their approach, regarded | to take, though without her he would have been too proud to do it, for he suspected that he had more interest in Katharine than she had in him. "That was a very interesting paper," Mary began, without any shyness, seating herself on the floor opposite to Rodney and Katharine.<|quote|>"Will you lend me the manuscript to... | Katharine was turning over the pages of his manuscript as if she were looking for some passage that had particularly struck her, and had a difficulty in finding it. "Let s go and tell him how much we liked it," said Mary, thus suggesting an action which Ralph was anxious to take, though without her he would have been t... | turned almost invariably to the person sitting next them, and rectified and continued what they had just said in public. Before long, therefore, the groups on the mattresses and the groups on the chairs were all in communication with each other, and Mary Datchet, who had begun to darn stockings again, stooped down and ... | of place as he delivered them in fragments. Literature was a fresh garland of spring flowers, he said, in which yew-berries and the purple nightshade mingled with the various tints of the anemone; and somehow or other this garland encircled marble brows. He had read very badly some very beautiful quotations. But throug... | in spite of this precaution Mr. Rodney managed to turn over two sheets instead of one, to choose the wrong sentence where two were written together, and to discover his own handwriting suddenly illegible. When he found himself possessed of a coherent passage, he shook it at his audience almost aggressively, and then fu... | speech with perfect composure. William Rodney listened with a curious lifting of his upper lip, although his face was still quivering slightly with emotion. "Idiot!" he whispered. "He s misunderstood every word I said!" "Well then, answer him," Katharine whispered back. "No, I shan t! They d only laugh at me. Why did I... | Night And Day |
Rodney, who had opened his eyes on their approach, regarded her for a moment in suspicious silence. | No speaker | manuscript to read in peace?"<|quote|>Rodney, who had opened his eyes on their approach, regarded her for a moment in suspicious silence.</|quote|>"Do you say that merely | "Will you lend me the manuscript to read in peace?"<|quote|>Rodney, who had opened his eyes on their approach, regarded her for a moment in suspicious silence.</|quote|>"Do you say that merely to disguise the fact of | proud to do it, for he suspected that he had more interest in Katharine than she had in him. "That was a very interesting paper," Mary began, without any shyness, seating herself on the floor opposite to Rodney and Katharine. "Will you lend me the manuscript to read in peace?"<|quote|>Rodney, who had opened his eyes on... | if she were looking for some passage that had particularly struck her, and had a difficulty in finding it. "Let s go and tell him how much we liked it," said Mary, thus suggesting an action which Ralph was anxious to take, though without her he would have been too proud to do it, for he suspected that he had more inter... | rectified and continued what they had just said in public. Before long, therefore, the groups on the mattresses and the groups on the chairs were all in communication with each other, and Mary Datchet, who had begun to darn stockings again, stooped down and remarked to Ralph: "That was what I call a first-rate paper." ... | a fresh garland of spring flowers, he said, in which yew-berries and the purple nightshade mingled with the various tints of the anemone; and somehow or other this garland encircled marble brows. He had read very badly some very beautiful quotations. But through his manner and his confusion of language there had emerge... | over two sheets instead of one, to choose the wrong sentence where two were written together, and to discover his own handwriting suddenly illegible. When he found himself possessed of a coherent passage, he shook it at his audience almost aggressively, and then fumbled for another. After a distressing search a fresh d... | in what he had said. At any rate, a pale-faced young man with sad eyes was already on his feet, delivering an accurately worded speech with perfect composure. William Rodney listened with a curious lifting of his upper lip, although his face was still quivering slightly with emotion. "Idiot!" he whispered. "He s misund... | Night And Day |
"Do you say that merely to disguise the fact of my ridiculous failure?" | William Rodney | a moment in suspicious silence.<|quote|>"Do you say that merely to disguise the fact of my ridiculous failure?"</|quote|>he asked. Katharine looked up | their approach, regarded her for a moment in suspicious silence.<|quote|>"Do you say that merely to disguise the fact of my ridiculous failure?"</|quote|>he asked. Katharine looked up from her reading with a | in him. "That was a very interesting paper," Mary began, without any shyness, seating herself on the floor opposite to Rodney and Katharine. "Will you lend me the manuscript to read in peace?" Rodney, who had opened his eyes on their approach, regarded her for a moment in suspicious silence.<|quote|>"Do you say that me... | finding it. "Let s go and tell him how much we liked it," said Mary, thus suggesting an action which Ralph was anxious to take, though without her he would have been too proud to do it, for he suspected that he had more interest in Katharine than she had in him. "That was a very interesting paper," Mary began, without ... | mattresses and the groups on the chairs were all in communication with each other, and Mary Datchet, who had begun to darn stockings again, stooped down and remarked to Ralph: "That was what I call a first-rate paper." Both of them instinctively turned their eyes in the direction of the reader of the paper. He was lyin... | the various tints of the anemone; and somehow or other this garland encircled marble brows. He had read very badly some very beautiful quotations. But through his manner and his confusion of language there had emerged some passion of feeling which, as he spoke, formed in the majority of the audience a little picture or... | to discover his own handwriting suddenly illegible. When he found himself possessed of a coherent passage, he shook it at his audience almost aggressively, and then fumbled for another. After a distressing search a fresh discovery would be made, and produced in the same way, until, by means of repeated attacks, he had ... | of his upper lip, although his face was still quivering slightly with emotion. "Idiot!" he whispered. "He s misunderstood every word I said!" "Well then, answer him," Katharine whispered back. "No, I shan t! They d only laugh at me. Why did I let you persuade me that these sort of people care for literature?" he contin... | Night And Day |
he asked. Katharine looked up from her reading with a smile. | No speaker | fact of my ridiculous failure?"<|quote|>he asked. Katharine looked up from her reading with a smile.</|quote|>"He says he doesn t | that merely to disguise the fact of my ridiculous failure?"<|quote|>he asked. Katharine looked up from her reading with a smile.</|quote|>"He says he doesn t mind what we think of | seating herself on the floor opposite to Rodney and Katharine. "Will you lend me the manuscript to read in peace?" Rodney, who had opened his eyes on their approach, regarded her for a moment in suspicious silence. "Do you say that merely to disguise the fact of my ridiculous failure?"<|quote|>he asked. Katharine looke... | said Mary, thus suggesting an action which Ralph was anxious to take, though without her he would have been too proud to do it, for he suspected that he had more interest in Katharine than she had in him. "That was a very interesting paper," Mary began, without any shyness, seating herself on the floor opposite to Rodn... | other, and Mary Datchet, who had begun to darn stockings again, stooped down and remarked to Ralph: "That was what I call a first-rate paper." Both of them instinctively turned their eyes in the direction of the reader of the paper. He was lying back against the wall, with his eyes apparently shut, and his chin sunk up... | marble brows. He had read very badly some very beautiful quotations. But through his manner and his confusion of language there had emerged some passion of feeling which, as he spoke, formed in the majority of the audience a little picture or an idea which each now was eager to give expression to. Most of the people th... | a coherent passage, he shook it at his audience almost aggressively, and then fumbled for another. After a distressing search a fresh discovery would be made, and produced in the same way, until, by means of repeated attacks, he had stirred his audience to a degree of animation quite remarkable in these gatherings. Whe... | gentlemen to a possession which they thought to be their own. One person after another rose, and, as with an ill-balanced axe, attempted to hew out his conception of art a little more clearly, and sat down with the feeling that, for some reason which he could not grasp, his strokes had gone awry. As they sat down they ... | Night And Day |
"He says he doesn t mind what we think of him," | Katharine Hilbery | her reading with a smile.<|quote|>"He says he doesn t mind what we think of him,"</|quote|>she remarked. "He says we | asked. Katharine looked up from her reading with a smile.<|quote|>"He says he doesn t mind what we think of him,"</|quote|>she remarked. "He says we don t care a rap | you lend me the manuscript to read in peace?" Rodney, who had opened his eyes on their approach, regarded her for a moment in suspicious silence. "Do you say that merely to disguise the fact of my ridiculous failure?" he asked. Katharine looked up from her reading with a smile.<|quote|>"He says he doesn t mind what we ... | take, though without her he would have been too proud to do it, for he suspected that he had more interest in Katharine than she had in him. "That was a very interesting paper," Mary began, without any shyness, seating herself on the floor opposite to Rodney and Katharine. "Will you lend me the manuscript to read in pe... | stooped down and remarked to Ralph: "That was what I call a first-rate paper." Both of them instinctively turned their eyes in the direction of the reader of the paper. He was lying back against the wall, with his eyes apparently shut, and his chin sunk upon his collar. Katharine was turning over the pages of his manus... | But through his manner and his confusion of language there had emerged some passion of feeling which, as he spoke, formed in the majority of the audience a little picture or an idea which each now was eager to give expression to. Most of the people there proposed to spend their lives in the practice either of writing o... | and then fumbled for another. After a distressing search a fresh discovery would be made, and produced in the same way, until, by means of repeated attacks, he had stirred his audience to a degree of animation quite remarkable in these gatherings. Whether they were stirred by his enthusiasm for poetry or by the contort... | was still quivering slightly with emotion. "Idiot!" he whispered. "He s misunderstood every word I said!" "Well then, answer him," Katharine whispered back. "No, I shan t! They d only laugh at me. Why did I let you persuade me that these sort of people care for literature?" he continued. There was much to be said both ... | Night And Day |
she remarked. | No speaker | what we think of him,"<|quote|>she remarked.</|quote|>"He says we don t | says he doesn t mind what we think of him,"<|quote|>she remarked.</|quote|>"He says we don t care a rap for art | had opened his eyes on their approach, regarded her for a moment in suspicious silence. "Do you say that merely to disguise the fact of my ridiculous failure?" he asked. Katharine looked up from her reading with a smile. "He says he doesn t mind what we think of him,"<|quote|>she remarked.</|quote|>"He says we don t ca... | do it, for he suspected that he had more interest in Katharine than she had in him. "That was a very interesting paper," Mary began, without any shyness, seating herself on the floor opposite to Rodney and Katharine. "Will you lend me the manuscript to read in peace?" Rodney, who had opened his eyes on their approach, ... | a first-rate paper." Both of them instinctively turned their eyes in the direction of the reader of the paper. He was lying back against the wall, with his eyes apparently shut, and his chin sunk upon his collar. Katharine was turning over the pages of his manuscript as if she were looking for some passage that had par... | emerged some passion of feeling which, as he spoke, formed in the majority of the audience a little picture or an idea which each now was eager to give expression to. Most of the people there proposed to spend their lives in the practice either of writing or painting, and merely by looking at them it could be seen that... | discovery would be made, and produced in the same way, until, by means of repeated attacks, he had stirred his audience to a degree of animation quite remarkable in these gatherings. Whether they were stirred by his enthusiasm for poetry or by the contortions which a human being was going through for their benefit, it ... | with perfect composure. William Rodney listened with a curious lifting of his upper lip, although his face was still quivering slightly with emotion. "Idiot!" he whispered. "He s misunderstood every word I said!" "Well then, answer him," Katharine whispered back. "No, I shan t! They d only laugh at me. Why did I let yo... | Night And Day |
"He says we don t care a rap for art of any kind." | Katharine Hilbery | think of him," she remarked.<|quote|>"He says we don t care a rap for art of any kind."</|quote|>"I asked her to pity | doesn t mind what we think of him," she remarked.<|quote|>"He says we don t care a rap for art of any kind."</|quote|>"I asked her to pity me, and she teases me!" | his eyes on their approach, regarded her for a moment in suspicious silence. "Do you say that merely to disguise the fact of my ridiculous failure?" he asked. Katharine looked up from her reading with a smile. "He says he doesn t mind what we think of him," she remarked.<|quote|>"He says we don t care a rap for art of ... | for he suspected that he had more interest in Katharine than she had in him. "That was a very interesting paper," Mary began, without any shyness, seating herself on the floor opposite to Rodney and Katharine. "Will you lend me the manuscript to read in peace?" Rodney, who had opened his eyes on their approach, regarde... | paper." Both of them instinctively turned their eyes in the direction of the reader of the paper. He was lying back against the wall, with his eyes apparently shut, and his chin sunk upon his collar. Katharine was turning over the pages of his manuscript as if she were looking for some passage that had particularly str... | passion of feeling which, as he spoke, formed in the majority of the audience a little picture or an idea which each now was eager to give expression to. Most of the people there proposed to spend their lives in the practice either of writing or painting, and merely by looking at them it could be seen that, as they lis... | be made, and produced in the same way, until, by means of repeated attacks, he had stirred his audience to a degree of animation quite remarkable in these gatherings. Whether they were stirred by his enthusiasm for poetry or by the contortions which a human being was going through for their benefit, it would be hard to... | and then to Mr. Greenhalgh, they were seeing something done by these gentlemen to a possession which they thought to be their own. One person after another rose, and, as with an ill-balanced axe, attempted to hew out his conception of art a little more clearly, and sat down with the feeling that, for some reason which ... | Night And Day |
"I asked her to pity me, and she teases me!" | William Rodney | for art of any kind."<|quote|>"I asked her to pity me, and she teases me!"</|quote|>Rodney exclaimed. "I don t | don t care a rap for art of any kind."<|quote|>"I asked her to pity me, and she teases me!"</|quote|>Rodney exclaimed. "I don t intend to pity you, Mr. | "Do you say that merely to disguise the fact of my ridiculous failure?" he asked. Katharine looked up from her reading with a smile. "He says he doesn t mind what we think of him," she remarked. "He says we don t care a rap for art of any kind."<|quote|>"I asked her to pity me, and she teases me!"</|quote|>Rodney excla... | in him. "That was a very interesting paper," Mary began, without any shyness, seating herself on the floor opposite to Rodney and Katharine. "Will you lend me the manuscript to read in peace?" Rodney, who had opened his eyes on their approach, regarded her for a moment in suspicious silence. "Do you say that merely to ... | reader of the paper. He was lying back against the wall, with his eyes apparently shut, and his chin sunk upon his collar. Katharine was turning over the pages of his manuscript as if she were looking for some passage that had particularly struck her, and had a difficulty in finding it. "Let s go and tell him how much ... | audience a little picture or an idea which each now was eager to give expression to. Most of the people there proposed to spend their lives in the practice either of writing or painting, and merely by looking at them it could be seen that, as they listened to Mr. Purvis first, and then to Mr. Greenhalgh, they were seei... | attacks, he had stirred his audience to a degree of animation quite remarkable in these gatherings. Whether they were stirred by his enthusiasm for poetry or by the contortions which a human being was going through for their benefit, it would be hard to say. At length Mr. Rodney sat down impulsively in the middle of a ... | darn stockings again, stooped down and remarked to Ralph: "That was what I call a first-rate paper." Both of them instinctively turned their eyes in the direction of the reader of the paper. He was lying back against the wall, with his eyes apparently shut, and his chin sunk upon his collar. Katharine was turning over ... | Night And Day |
Rodney exclaimed. | No speaker | me, and she teases me!"<|quote|>Rodney exclaimed.</|quote|>"I don t intend to | "I asked her to pity me, and she teases me!"<|quote|>Rodney exclaimed.</|quote|>"I don t intend to pity you, Mr. Rodney," Mary | my ridiculous failure?" he asked. Katharine looked up from her reading with a smile. "He says he doesn t mind what we think of him," she remarked. "He says we don t care a rap for art of any kind." "I asked her to pity me, and she teases me!"<|quote|>Rodney exclaimed.</|quote|>"I don t intend to pity you, Mr. Rodney," ... | without any shyness, seating herself on the floor opposite to Rodney and Katharine. "Will you lend me the manuscript to read in peace?" Rodney, who had opened his eyes on their approach, regarded her for a moment in suspicious silence. "Do you say that merely to disguise the fact of my ridiculous failure?" he asked. Ka... | wall, with his eyes apparently shut, and his chin sunk upon his collar. Katharine was turning over the pages of his manuscript as if she were looking for some passage that had particularly struck her, and had a difficulty in finding it. "Let s go and tell him how much we liked it," said Mary, thus suggesting an action ... | was eager to give expression to. Most of the people there proposed to spend their lives in the practice either of writing or painting, and merely by looking at them it could be seen that, as they listened to Mr. Purvis first, and then to Mr. Greenhalgh, they were seeing something done by these gentlemen to a possession... | animation quite remarkable in these gatherings. Whether they were stirred by his enthusiasm for poetry or by the contortions which a human being was going through for their benefit, it would be hard to say. At length Mr. Rodney sat down impulsively in the middle of a sentence, and, after a pause of bewilderment, the au... | there had emerged some passion of feeling which, as he spoke, formed in the majority of the audience a little picture or an idea which each now was eager to give expression to. Most of the people there proposed to spend their lives in the practice either of writing or painting, and merely by looking at them it could be... | Night And Day |
"I don t intend to pity you, Mr. Rodney," | Mary Datchet | she teases me!" Rodney exclaimed.<|quote|>"I don t intend to pity you, Mr. Rodney,"</|quote|>Mary remarked, kindly, but firmly. | her to pity me, and she teases me!" Rodney exclaimed.<|quote|>"I don t intend to pity you, Mr. Rodney,"</|quote|>Mary remarked, kindly, but firmly. "When a paper s a | failure?" he asked. Katharine looked up from her reading with a smile. "He says he doesn t mind what we think of him," she remarked. "He says we don t care a rap for art of any kind." "I asked her to pity me, and she teases me!" Rodney exclaimed.<|quote|>"I don t intend to pity you, Mr. Rodney,"</|quote|>Mary remarked,... | shyness, seating herself on the floor opposite to Rodney and Katharine. "Will you lend me the manuscript to read in peace?" Rodney, who had opened his eyes on their approach, regarded her for a moment in suspicious silence. "Do you say that merely to disguise the fact of my ridiculous failure?" he asked. Katharine look... | his eyes apparently shut, and his chin sunk upon his collar. Katharine was turning over the pages of his manuscript as if she were looking for some passage that had particularly struck her, and had a difficulty in finding it. "Let s go and tell him how much we liked it," said Mary, thus suggesting an action which Ralph... | to give expression to. Most of the people there proposed to spend their lives in the practice either of writing or painting, and merely by looking at them it could be seen that, as they listened to Mr. Purvis first, and then to Mr. Greenhalgh, they were seeing something done by these gentlemen to a possession which the... | remarkable in these gatherings. Whether they were stirred by his enthusiasm for poetry or by the contortions which a human being was going through for their benefit, it would be hard to say. At length Mr. Rodney sat down impulsively in the middle of a sentence, and, after a pause of bewilderment, the audience expressed... | be their own. One person after another rose, and, as with an ill-balanced axe, attempted to hew out his conception of art a little more clearly, and sat down with the feeling that, for some reason which he could not grasp, his strokes had gone awry. As they sat down they turned almost invariably to the person sitting n... | Night And Day |
Mary remarked, kindly, but firmly. | No speaker | to pity you, Mr. Rodney,"<|quote|>Mary remarked, kindly, but firmly.</|quote|>"When a paper s a | exclaimed. "I don t intend to pity you, Mr. Rodney,"<|quote|>Mary remarked, kindly, but firmly.</|quote|>"When a paper s a failure, nobody says anything, whereas | with a smile. "He says he doesn t mind what we think of him," she remarked. "He says we don t care a rap for art of any kind." "I asked her to pity me, and she teases me!" Rodney exclaimed. "I don t intend to pity you, Mr. Rodney,"<|quote|>Mary remarked, kindly, but firmly.</|quote|>"When a paper s a failure, nobody sa... | and Katharine. "Will you lend me the manuscript to read in peace?" Rodney, who had opened his eyes on their approach, regarded her for a moment in suspicious silence. "Do you say that merely to disguise the fact of my ridiculous failure?" he asked. Katharine looked up from her reading with a smile. "He says he doesn t ... | his collar. Katharine was turning over the pages of his manuscript as if she were looking for some passage that had particularly struck her, and had a difficulty in finding it. "Let s go and tell him how much we liked it," said Mary, thus suggesting an action which Ralph was anxious to take, though without her he would... | proposed to spend their lives in the practice either of writing or painting, and merely by looking at them it could be seen that, as they listened to Mr. Purvis first, and then to Mr. Greenhalgh, they were seeing something done by these gentlemen to a possession which they thought to be their own. One person after anot... | his enthusiasm for poetry or by the contortions which a human being was going through for their benefit, it would be hard to say. At length Mr. Rodney sat down impulsively in the middle of a sentence, and, after a pause of bewilderment, the audience expressed its relief at being able to laugh aloud in a decided outburs... | somehow or other this garland encircled marble brows. He had read very badly some very beautiful quotations. But through his manner and his confusion of language there had emerged some passion of feeling which, as he spoke, formed in the majority of the audience a little picture or an idea which each now was eager to g... | Night And Day |
"When a paper s a failure, nobody says anything, whereas now, just listen to them!" | Mary Datchet | Mary remarked, kindly, but firmly.<|quote|>"When a paper s a failure, nobody says anything, whereas now, just listen to them!"</|quote|>The sound, which filled the | to pity you, Mr. Rodney," Mary remarked, kindly, but firmly.<|quote|>"When a paper s a failure, nobody says anything, whereas now, just listen to them!"</|quote|>The sound, which filled the room, with its hurry of | he doesn t mind what we think of him," she remarked. "He says we don t care a rap for art of any kind." "I asked her to pity me, and she teases me!" Rodney exclaimed. "I don t intend to pity you, Mr. Rodney," Mary remarked, kindly, but firmly.<|quote|>"When a paper s a failure, nobody says anything, whereas now, just l... | me the manuscript to read in peace?" Rodney, who had opened his eyes on their approach, regarded her for a moment in suspicious silence. "Do you say that merely to disguise the fact of my ridiculous failure?" he asked. Katharine looked up from her reading with a smile. "He says he doesn t mind what we think of him," sh... | over the pages of his manuscript as if she were looking for some passage that had particularly struck her, and had a difficulty in finding it. "Let s go and tell him how much we liked it," said Mary, thus suggesting an action which Ralph was anxious to take, though without her he would have been too proud to do it, for... | in the practice either of writing or painting, and merely by looking at them it could be seen that, as they listened to Mr. Purvis first, and then to Mr. Greenhalgh, they were seeing something done by these gentlemen to a possession which they thought to be their own. One person after another rose, and, as with an ill-... | by the contortions which a human being was going through for their benefit, it would be hard to say. At length Mr. Rodney sat down impulsively in the middle of a sentence, and, after a pause of bewilderment, the audience expressed its relief at being able to laugh aloud in a decided outburst of applause. Mr. Rodney ack... | or out of place as he delivered them in fragments. Literature was a fresh garland of spring flowers, he said, in which yew-berries and the purple nightshade mingled with the various tints of the anemone; and somehow or other this garland encircled marble brows. He had read very badly some very beautiful quotations. But... | Night And Day |
The sound, which filled the room, with its hurry of short syllables, its sudden pauses, and its sudden attacks, might be compared to some animal hubbub, frantic and inarticulate. | No speaker | now, just listen to them!"<|quote|>The sound, which filled the room, with its hurry of short syllables, its sudden pauses, and its sudden attacks, might be compared to some animal hubbub, frantic and inarticulate.</|quote|>"D you think that s | failure, nobody says anything, whereas now, just listen to them!"<|quote|>The sound, which filled the room, with its hurry of short syllables, its sudden pauses, and its sudden attacks, might be compared to some animal hubbub, frantic and inarticulate.</|quote|>"D you think that s all about my paper?" Rodney | t care a rap for art of any kind." "I asked her to pity me, and she teases me!" Rodney exclaimed. "I don t intend to pity you, Mr. Rodney," Mary remarked, kindly, but firmly. "When a paper s a failure, nobody says anything, whereas now, just listen to them!"<|quote|>The sound, which filled the room, with its hurry of s... | approach, regarded her for a moment in suspicious silence. "Do you say that merely to disguise the fact of my ridiculous failure?" he asked. Katharine looked up from her reading with a smile. "He says he doesn t mind what we think of him," she remarked. "He says we don t care a rap for art of any kind." "I asked her to... | had particularly struck her, and had a difficulty in finding it. "Let s go and tell him how much we liked it," said Mary, thus suggesting an action which Ralph was anxious to take, though without her he would have been too proud to do it, for he suspected that he had more interest in Katharine than she had in him. "Tha... | could be seen that, as they listened to Mr. Purvis first, and then to Mr. Greenhalgh, they were seeing something done by these gentlemen to a possession which they thought to be their own. One person after another rose, and, as with an ill-balanced axe, attempted to hew out his conception of art a little more clearly, ... | be hard to say. At length Mr. Rodney sat down impulsively in the middle of a sentence, and, after a pause of bewilderment, the audience expressed its relief at being able to laugh aloud in a decided outburst of applause. Mr. Rodney acknowledged this with a wild glance round him, and, instead of waiting to answer questi... | who had begun to darn stockings again, stooped down and remarked to Ralph: "That was what I call a first-rate paper." Both of them instinctively turned their eyes in the direction of the reader of the paper. He was lying back against the wall, with his eyes apparently shut, and his chin sunk upon his collar. Katharine ... | Night And Day |
"D you think that s all about my paper?" | William Rodney | animal hubbub, frantic and inarticulate.<|quote|>"D you think that s all about my paper?"</|quote|>Rodney inquired, after a moment | might be compared to some animal hubbub, frantic and inarticulate.<|quote|>"D you think that s all about my paper?"</|quote|>Rodney inquired, after a moment s attention, with a distinct | Rodney," Mary remarked, kindly, but firmly. "When a paper s a failure, nobody says anything, whereas now, just listen to them!" The sound, which filled the room, with its hurry of short syllables, its sudden pauses, and its sudden attacks, might be compared to some animal hubbub, frantic and inarticulate.<|quote|>"D yo... | reading with a smile. "He says he doesn t mind what we think of him," she remarked. "He says we don t care a rap for art of any kind." "I asked her to pity me, and she teases me!" Rodney exclaimed. "I don t intend to pity you, Mr. Rodney," Mary remarked, kindly, but firmly. "When a paper s a failure, nobody says anythi... | Ralph was anxious to take, though without her he would have been too proud to do it, for he suspected that he had more interest in Katharine than she had in him. "That was a very interesting paper," Mary began, without any shyness, seating herself on the floor opposite to Rodney and Katharine. "Will you lend me the man... | thought to be their own. One person after another rose, and, as with an ill-balanced axe, attempted to hew out his conception of art a little more clearly, and sat down with the feeling that, for some reason which he could not grasp, his strokes had gone awry. As they sat down they turned almost invariably to the perso... | being able to laugh aloud in a decided outburst of applause. Mr. Rodney acknowledged this with a wild glance round him, and, instead of waiting to answer questions, he jumped up, thrust himself through the seated bodies into the corner where Katharine was sitting, and exclaimed, very audibly: "Well, Katharine, I hope I... | it. "Let s go and tell him how much we liked it," said Mary, thus suggesting an action which Ralph was anxious to take, though without her he would have been too proud to do it, for he suspected that he had more interest in Katharine than she had in him. "That was a very interesting paper," Mary began, without any shyn... | Night And Day |
Rodney inquired, after a moment s attention, with a distinct brightening of expression. | No speaker | s all about my paper?"<|quote|>Rodney inquired, after a moment s attention, with a distinct brightening of expression.</|quote|>"Of course it is," said | inarticulate. "D you think that s all about my paper?"<|quote|>Rodney inquired, after a moment s attention, with a distinct brightening of expression.</|quote|>"Of course it is," said Mary. "It was a very | s a failure, nobody says anything, whereas now, just listen to them!" The sound, which filled the room, with its hurry of short syllables, its sudden pauses, and its sudden attacks, might be compared to some animal hubbub, frantic and inarticulate. "D you think that s all about my paper?"<|quote|>Rodney inquired, after... | mind what we think of him," she remarked. "He says we don t care a rap for art of any kind." "I asked her to pity me, and she teases me!" Rodney exclaimed. "I don t intend to pity you, Mr. Rodney," Mary remarked, kindly, but firmly. "When a paper s a failure, nobody says anything, whereas now, just listen to them!" The... | would have been too proud to do it, for he suspected that he had more interest in Katharine than she had in him. "That was a very interesting paper," Mary began, without any shyness, seating herself on the floor opposite to Rodney and Katharine. "Will you lend me the manuscript to read in peace?" Rodney, who had opened... | rose, and, as with an ill-balanced axe, attempted to hew out his conception of art a little more clearly, and sat down with the feeling that, for some reason which he could not grasp, his strokes had gone awry. As they sat down they turned almost invariably to the person sitting next them, and rectified and continued w... | of applause. Mr. Rodney acknowledged this with a wild glance round him, and, instead of waiting to answer questions, he jumped up, thrust himself through the seated bodies into the corner where Katharine was sitting, and exclaimed, very audibly: "Well, Katharine, I hope I ve made a big enough fool of myself even for yo... | gentlemen to a possession which they thought to be their own. One person after another rose, and, as with an ill-balanced axe, attempted to hew out his conception of art a little more clearly, and sat down with the feeling that, for some reason which he could not grasp, his strokes had gone awry. As they sat down they ... | Night And Day |
"Of course it is," | Mary Datchet | a distinct brightening of expression.<|quote|>"Of course it is,"</|quote|>said Mary. "It was a | a moment s attention, with a distinct brightening of expression.<|quote|>"Of course it is,"</|quote|>said Mary. "It was a very suggestive paper." She turned | sound, which filled the room, with its hurry of short syllables, its sudden pauses, and its sudden attacks, might be compared to some animal hubbub, frantic and inarticulate. "D you think that s all about my paper?" Rodney inquired, after a moment s attention, with a distinct brightening of expression.<|quote|>"Of cour... | care a rap for art of any kind." "I asked her to pity me, and she teases me!" Rodney exclaimed. "I don t intend to pity you, Mr. Rodney," Mary remarked, kindly, but firmly. "When a paper s a failure, nobody says anything, whereas now, just listen to them!" The sound, which filled the room, with its hurry of short sylla... | had more interest in Katharine than she had in him. "That was a very interesting paper," Mary began, without any shyness, seating herself on the floor opposite to Rodney and Katharine. "Will you lend me the manuscript to read in peace?" Rodney, who had opened his eyes on their approach, regarded her for a moment in sus... | of art a little more clearly, and sat down with the feeling that, for some reason which he could not grasp, his strokes had gone awry. As they sat down they turned almost invariably to the person sitting next them, and rectified and continued what they had just said in public. Before long, therefore, the groups on the ... | instead of waiting to answer questions, he jumped up, thrust himself through the seated bodies into the corner where Katharine was sitting, and exclaimed, very audibly: "Well, Katharine, I hope I ve made a big enough fool of myself even for you! It was terrible! terrible! terrible!" "Hush! You must answer their questio... | which, as he spoke, formed in the majority of the audience a little picture or an idea which each now was eager to give expression to. Most of the people there proposed to spend their lives in the practice either of writing or painting, and merely by looking at them it could be seen that, as they listened to Mr. Purvis... | Night And Day |
said Mary. | No speaker | expression. "Of course it is,"<|quote|>said Mary.</|quote|>"It was a very suggestive | with a distinct brightening of expression. "Of course it is,"<|quote|>said Mary.</|quote|>"It was a very suggestive paper." She turned to Denham | room, with its hurry of short syllables, its sudden pauses, and its sudden attacks, might be compared to some animal hubbub, frantic and inarticulate. "D you think that s all about my paper?" Rodney inquired, after a moment s attention, with a distinct brightening of expression. "Of course it is,"<|quote|>said Mary.</|... | art of any kind." "I asked her to pity me, and she teases me!" Rodney exclaimed. "I don t intend to pity you, Mr. Rodney," Mary remarked, kindly, but firmly. "When a paper s a failure, nobody says anything, whereas now, just listen to them!" The sound, which filled the room, with its hurry of short syllables, its sudde... | Katharine than she had in him. "That was a very interesting paper," Mary began, without any shyness, seating herself on the floor opposite to Rodney and Katharine. "Will you lend me the manuscript to read in peace?" Rodney, who had opened his eyes on their approach, regarded her for a moment in suspicious silence. "Do ... | more clearly, and sat down with the feeling that, for some reason which he could not grasp, his strokes had gone awry. As they sat down they turned almost invariably to the person sitting next them, and rectified and continued what they had just said in public. Before long, therefore, the groups on the mattresses and t... | answer questions, he jumped up, thrust himself through the seated bodies into the corner where Katharine was sitting, and exclaimed, very audibly: "Well, Katharine, I hope I ve made a big enough fool of myself even for you! It was terrible! terrible! terrible!" "Hush! You must answer their questions," Katharine whisper... | have been too proud to do it, for he suspected that he had more interest in Katharine than she had in him. "That was a very interesting paper," Mary began, without any shyness, seating herself on the floor opposite to Rodney and Katharine. "Will you lend me the manuscript to read in peace?" Rodney, who had opened his e... | Night And Day |
"It was a very suggestive paper." | Mary Datchet | course it is," said Mary.<|quote|>"It was a very suggestive paper."</|quote|>She turned to Denham for | distinct brightening of expression. "Of course it is," said Mary.<|quote|>"It was a very suggestive paper."</|quote|>She turned to Denham for confirmation, and he corroborated her. | its hurry of short syllables, its sudden pauses, and its sudden attacks, might be compared to some animal hubbub, frantic and inarticulate. "D you think that s all about my paper?" Rodney inquired, after a moment s attention, with a distinct brightening of expression. "Of course it is," said Mary.<|quote|>"It was a ver... | any kind." "I asked her to pity me, and she teases me!" Rodney exclaimed. "I don t intend to pity you, Mr. Rodney," Mary remarked, kindly, but firmly. "When a paper s a failure, nobody says anything, whereas now, just listen to them!" The sound, which filled the room, with its hurry of short syllables, its sudden pause... | she had in him. "That was a very interesting paper," Mary began, without any shyness, seating herself on the floor opposite to Rodney and Katharine. "Will you lend me the manuscript to read in peace?" Rodney, who had opened his eyes on their approach, regarded her for a moment in suspicious silence. "Do you say that me... | and sat down with the feeling that, for some reason which he could not grasp, his strokes had gone awry. As they sat down they turned almost invariably to the person sitting next them, and rectified and continued what they had just said in public. Before long, therefore, the groups on the mattresses and the groups on t... | he jumped up, thrust himself through the seated bodies into the corner where Katharine was sitting, and exclaimed, very audibly: "Well, Katharine, I hope I ve made a big enough fool of myself even for you! It was terrible! terrible! terrible!" "Hush! You must answer their questions," Katharine whispered, desiring, at a... | struck her, and had a difficulty in finding it. "Let s go and tell him how much we liked it," said Mary, thus suggesting an action which Ralph was anxious to take, though without her he would have been too proud to do it, for he suspected that he had more interest in Katharine than she had in him. "That was a very inte... | Night And Day |
She turned to Denham for confirmation, and he corroborated her. | No speaker | was a very suggestive paper."<|quote|>She turned to Denham for confirmation, and he corroborated her.</|quote|>"It s the ten minutes | it is," said Mary. "It was a very suggestive paper."<|quote|>She turned to Denham for confirmation, and he corroborated her.</|quote|>"It s the ten minutes after a paper is read | sudden pauses, and its sudden attacks, might be compared to some animal hubbub, frantic and inarticulate. "D you think that s all about my paper?" Rodney inquired, after a moment s attention, with a distinct brightening of expression. "Of course it is," said Mary. "It was a very suggestive paper."<|quote|>She turned to... | pity me, and she teases me!" Rodney exclaimed. "I don t intend to pity you, Mr. Rodney," Mary remarked, kindly, but firmly. "When a paper s a failure, nobody says anything, whereas now, just listen to them!" The sound, which filled the room, with its hurry of short syllables, its sudden pauses, and its sudden attacks, ... | a very interesting paper," Mary began, without any shyness, seating herself on the floor opposite to Rodney and Katharine. "Will you lend me the manuscript to read in peace?" Rodney, who had opened his eyes on their approach, regarded her for a moment in suspicious silence. "Do you say that merely to disguise the fact ... | that, for some reason which he could not grasp, his strokes had gone awry. As they sat down they turned almost invariably to the person sitting next them, and rectified and continued what they had just said in public. Before long, therefore, the groups on the mattresses and the groups on the chairs were all in communic... | the seated bodies into the corner where Katharine was sitting, and exclaimed, very audibly: "Well, Katharine, I hope I ve made a big enough fool of myself even for you! It was terrible! terrible! terrible!" "Hush! You must answer their questions," Katharine whispered, desiring, at all costs, to keep him quiet. Oddly en... | was eager to give expression to. Most of the people there proposed to spend their lives in the practice either of writing or painting, and merely by looking at them it could be seen that, as they listened to Mr. Purvis first, and then to Mr. Greenhalgh, they were seeing something done by these gentlemen to a possession... | Night And Day |
"It s the ten minutes after a paper is read that proves whether it s been a success or not," | Ralph Denham | confirmation, and he corroborated her.<|quote|>"It s the ten minutes after a paper is read that proves whether it s been a success or not,"</|quote|>he said. "If I were | She turned to Denham for confirmation, and he corroborated her.<|quote|>"It s the ten minutes after a paper is read that proves whether it s been a success or not,"</|quote|>he said. "If I were you, Rodney, I should be | some animal hubbub, frantic and inarticulate. "D you think that s all about my paper?" Rodney inquired, after a moment s attention, with a distinct brightening of expression. "Of course it is," said Mary. "It was a very suggestive paper." She turned to Denham for confirmation, and he corroborated her.<|quote|>"It s the... | t intend to pity you, Mr. Rodney," Mary remarked, kindly, but firmly. "When a paper s a failure, nobody says anything, whereas now, just listen to them!" The sound, which filled the room, with its hurry of short syllables, its sudden pauses, and its sudden attacks, might be compared to some animal hubbub, frantic and i... | herself on the floor opposite to Rodney and Katharine. "Will you lend me the manuscript to read in peace?" Rodney, who had opened his eyes on their approach, regarded her for a moment in suspicious silence. "Do you say that merely to disguise the fact of my ridiculous failure?" he asked. Katharine looked up from her re... | strokes had gone awry. As they sat down they turned almost invariably to the person sitting next them, and rectified and continued what they had just said in public. Before long, therefore, the groups on the mattresses and the groups on the chairs were all in communication with each other, and Mary Datchet, who had beg... | and exclaimed, very audibly: "Well, Katharine, I hope I ve made a big enough fool of myself even for you! It was terrible! terrible! terrible!" "Hush! You must answer their questions," Katharine whispered, desiring, at all costs, to keep him quiet. Oddly enough, when the speaker was no longer in front of them, there se... | him. "That was a very interesting paper," Mary began, without any shyness, seating herself on the floor opposite to Rodney and Katharine. "Will you lend me the manuscript to read in peace?" Rodney, who had opened his eyes on their approach, regarded her for a moment in suspicious silence. "Do you say that merely to dis... | Night And Day |
he said. | No speaker | been a success or not,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"If I were you, Rodney, | that proves whether it s been a success or not,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"If I were you, Rodney, I should be very pleased | s attention, with a distinct brightening of expression. "Of course it is," said Mary. "It was a very suggestive paper." She turned to Denham for confirmation, and he corroborated her. "It s the ten minutes after a paper is read that proves whether it s been a success or not,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"If I were you, R... | anything, whereas now, just listen to them!" The sound, which filled the room, with its hurry of short syllables, its sudden pauses, and its sudden attacks, might be compared to some animal hubbub, frantic and inarticulate. "D you think that s all about my paper?" Rodney inquired, after a moment s attention, with a dis... | who had opened his eyes on their approach, regarded her for a moment in suspicious silence. "Do you say that merely to disguise the fact of my ridiculous failure?" he asked. Katharine looked up from her reading with a smile. "He says he doesn t mind what we think of him," she remarked. "He says we don t care a rap for ... | and continued what they had just said in public. Before long, therefore, the groups on the mattresses and the groups on the chairs were all in communication with each other, and Mary Datchet, who had begun to darn stockings again, stooped down and remarked to Ralph: "That was what I call a first-rate paper." Both of th... | It was terrible! terrible! terrible!" "Hush! You must answer their questions," Katharine whispered, desiring, at all costs, to keep him quiet. Oddly enough, when the speaker was no longer in front of them, there seemed to be much that was suggestive in what he had said. At any rate, a pale-faced young man with sad eyes... | each now was eager to give expression to. Most of the people there proposed to spend their lives in the practice either of writing or painting, and merely by looking at them it could be seen that, as they listened to Mr. Purvis first, and then to Mr. Greenhalgh, they were seeing something done by these gentlemen to a p... | Night And Day |
"If I were you, Rodney, I should be very pleased with myself." | Ralph Denham | success or not," he said.<|quote|>"If I were you, Rodney, I should be very pleased with myself."</|quote|>This commendation seemed to comfort | whether it s been a success or not," he said.<|quote|>"If I were you, Rodney, I should be very pleased with myself."</|quote|>This commendation seemed to comfort Mr. Rodney completely, and he | with a distinct brightening of expression. "Of course it is," said Mary. "It was a very suggestive paper." She turned to Denham for confirmation, and he corroborated her. "It s the ten minutes after a paper is read that proves whether it s been a success or not," he said.<|quote|>"If I were you, Rodney, I should be ver... | now, just listen to them!" The sound, which filled the room, with its hurry of short syllables, its sudden pauses, and its sudden attacks, might be compared to some animal hubbub, frantic and inarticulate. "D you think that s all about my paper?" Rodney inquired, after a moment s attention, with a distinct brightening ... | opened his eyes on their approach, regarded her for a moment in suspicious silence. "Do you say that merely to disguise the fact of my ridiculous failure?" he asked. Katharine looked up from her reading with a smile. "He says he doesn t mind what we think of him," she remarked. "He says we don t care a rap for art of a... | what they had just said in public. Before long, therefore, the groups on the mattresses and the groups on the chairs were all in communication with each other, and Mary Datchet, who had begun to darn stockings again, stooped down and remarked to Ralph: "That was what I call a first-rate paper." Both of them instinctive... | terrible! terrible! terrible!" "Hush! You must answer their questions," Katharine whispered, desiring, at all costs, to keep him quiet. Oddly enough, when the speaker was no longer in front of them, there seemed to be much that was suggestive in what he had said. At any rate, a pale-faced young man with sad eyes was al... | to. Most of the people there proposed to spend their lives in the practice either of writing or painting, and merely by looking at them it could be seen that, as they listened to Mr. Purvis first, and then to Mr. Greenhalgh, they were seeing something done by these gentlemen to a possession which they thought to be the... | Night And Day |
This commendation seemed to comfort Mr. Rodney completely, and he began to bethink him of all the passages in his paper which deserved to be called "suggestive." | No speaker | be very pleased with myself."<|quote|>This commendation seemed to comfort Mr. Rodney completely, and he began to bethink him of all the passages in his paper which deserved to be called "suggestive."</|quote|>"Did you agree at all, | were you, Rodney, I should be very pleased with myself."<|quote|>This commendation seemed to comfort Mr. Rodney completely, and he began to bethink him of all the passages in his paper which deserved to be called "suggestive."</|quote|>"Did you agree at all, Denham, with what I said | "It was a very suggestive paper." She turned to Denham for confirmation, and he corroborated her. "It s the ten minutes after a paper is read that proves whether it s been a success or not," he said. "If I were you, Rodney, I should be very pleased with myself."<|quote|>This commendation seemed to comfort Mr. Rodney co... | its hurry of short syllables, its sudden pauses, and its sudden attacks, might be compared to some animal hubbub, frantic and inarticulate. "D you think that s all about my paper?" Rodney inquired, after a moment s attention, with a distinct brightening of expression. "Of course it is," said Mary. "It was a very sugges... | suspicious silence. "Do you say that merely to disguise the fact of my ridiculous failure?" he asked. Katharine looked up from her reading with a smile. "He says he doesn t mind what we think of him," she remarked. "He says we don t care a rap for art of any kind." "I asked her to pity me, and she teases me!" Rodney ex... | on the mattresses and the groups on the chairs were all in communication with each other, and Mary Datchet, who had begun to darn stockings again, stooped down and remarked to Ralph: "That was what I call a first-rate paper." Both of them instinctively turned their eyes in the direction of the reader of the paper. He w... | at all costs, to keep him quiet. Oddly enough, when the speaker was no longer in front of them, there seemed to be much that was suggestive in what he had said. At any rate, a pale-faced young man with sad eyes was already on his feet, delivering an accurately worded speech with perfect composure. William Rodney listen... | of them instinctively turned their eyes in the direction of the reader of the paper. He was lying back against the wall, with his eyes apparently shut, and his chin sunk upon his collar. Katharine was turning over the pages of his manuscript as if she were looking for some passage that had particularly struck her, and ... | Night And Day |
"Did you agree at all, Denham, with what I said about Shakespeare s later use of imagery? I m afraid I didn t altogether make my meaning plain." | William Rodney | deserved to be called "suggestive."<|quote|>"Did you agree at all, Denham, with what I said about Shakespeare s later use of imagery? I m afraid I didn t altogether make my meaning plain."</|quote|>Here he gathered himself together, | passages in his paper which deserved to be called "suggestive."<|quote|>"Did you agree at all, Denham, with what I said about Shakespeare s later use of imagery? I m afraid I didn t altogether make my meaning plain."</|quote|>Here he gathered himself together, and by means of a | proves whether it s been a success or not," he said. "If I were you, Rodney, I should be very pleased with myself." This commendation seemed to comfort Mr. Rodney completely, and he began to bethink him of all the passages in his paper which deserved to be called "suggestive."<|quote|>"Did you agree at all, Denham, wit... | all about my paper?" Rodney inquired, after a moment s attention, with a distinct brightening of expression. "Of course it is," said Mary. "It was a very suggestive paper." She turned to Denham for confirmation, and he corroborated her. "It s the ten minutes after a paper is read that proves whether it s been a success... | says he doesn t mind what we think of him," she remarked. "He says we don t care a rap for art of any kind." "I asked her to pity me, and she teases me!" Rodney exclaimed. "I don t intend to pity you, Mr. Rodney," Mary remarked, kindly, but firmly. "When a paper s a failure, nobody says anything, whereas now, just list... | down and remarked to Ralph: "That was what I call a first-rate paper." Both of them instinctively turned their eyes in the direction of the reader of the paper. He was lying back against the wall, with his eyes apparently shut, and his chin sunk upon his collar. Katharine was turning over the pages of his manuscript as... | in what he had said. At any rate, a pale-faced young man with sad eyes was already on his feet, delivering an accurately worded speech with perfect composure. William Rodney listened with a curious lifting of his upper lip, although his face was still quivering slightly with emotion. "Idiot!" he whispered. "He s misund... | as they listened to Mr. Purvis first, and then to Mr. Greenhalgh, they were seeing something done by these gentlemen to a possession which they thought to be their own. One person after another rose, and, as with an ill-balanced axe, attempted to hew out his conception of art a little more clearly, and sat down with th... | Night And Day |
Here he gathered himself together, and by means of a series of frog-like jerks, succeeded in bringing himself close to Denham. Denham answered him with the brevity which is the result of having another sentence in the mind to be addressed to another person. He wished to say to Katharine: "Did you remember to get that p... | No speaker | altogether make my meaning plain."<|quote|>Here he gathered himself together, and by means of a series of frog-like jerks, succeeded in bringing himself close to Denham. Denham answered him with the brevity which is the result of having another sentence in the mind to be addressed to another person. He wished to say to... | m afraid I didn t altogether make my meaning plain."<|quote|>Here he gathered himself together, and by means of a series of frog-like jerks, succeeded in bringing himself close to Denham. Denham answered him with the brevity which is the result of having another sentence in the mind to be addressed to another person. H... | Mr. Rodney completely, and he began to bethink him of all the passages in his paper which deserved to be called "suggestive." "Did you agree at all, Denham, with what I said about Shakespeare s later use of imagery? I m afraid I didn t altogether make my meaning plain."<|quote|>Here he gathered himself together, and by... | paper." She turned to Denham for confirmation, and he corroborated her. "It s the ten minutes after a paper is read that proves whether it s been a success or not," he said. "If I were you, Rodney, I should be very pleased with myself." This commendation seemed to comfort Mr. Rodney completely, and he began to bethink ... | to pity me, and she teases me!" Rodney exclaimed. "I don t intend to pity you, Mr. Rodney," Mary remarked, kindly, but firmly. "When a paper s a failure, nobody says anything, whereas now, just listen to them!" The sound, which filled the room, with its hurry of short syllables, its sudden pauses, and its sudden attack... | paper. He was lying back against the wall, with his eyes apparently shut, and his chin sunk upon his collar. Katharine was turning over the pages of his manuscript as if she were looking for some passage that had particularly struck her, and had a difficulty in finding it. "Let s go and tell him how much we liked it," ... | William Rodney listened with a curious lifting of his upper lip, although his face was still quivering slightly with emotion. "Idiot!" he whispered. "He s misunderstood every word I said!" "Well then, answer him," Katharine whispered back. "No, I shan t! They d only laugh at me. Why did I let you persuade me that these... | failure?" he asked. Katharine looked up from her reading with a smile. "He says he doesn t mind what we think of him," she remarked. "He says we don t care a rap for art of any kind." "I asked her to pity me, and she teases me!" Rodney exclaimed. "I don t intend to pity you, Mr. Rodney," Mary remarked, kindly, but firm... | Night And Day |
"You remember the passage just before the death of the Duchess?" | William Rodney | stimulated his very susceptible vanity.<|quote|>"You remember the passage just before the death of the Duchess?"</|quote|>he continued, edging still closer | and Denham s praise had stimulated his very susceptible vanity.<|quote|>"You remember the passage just before the death of the Duchess?"</|quote|>he continued, edging still closer to Denham, and adjusting his | and being rendered very sensitive by their cultivated perceptions, suffer constant slights both to their own persons and to the thing they worship. But Rodney could never resist making trial of the sympathies of any one who seemed favorably disposed, and Denham s praise had stimulated his very susceptible vanity.<|quot... | almost intolerable irritation. Not content to rest in their love of it, they must attempt to practise it themselves, and they are generally endowed with very little facility in composition. They condemn whatever they produce. Moreover, the violence of their feelings is such that they seldom meet with adequate sympathy,... | Rodney, meanwhile, was talking about the Elizabethan dramatists. He was a curious-looking man since, upon first sight, especially if he chanced to be talking with animation, he appeared, in some way, ridiculous; but, next moment, in repose, his face, with its large nose, thin cheeks and lips expressing the utmost sensi... | paper." She turned to Denham for confirmation, and he corroborated her. "It s the ten minutes after a paper is read that proves whether it s been a success or not," he said. "If I were you, Rodney, I should be very pleased with myself." This commendation seemed to comfort Mr. Rodney completely, and he began to bethink ... | feeling that, for some reason which he could not grasp, his strokes had gone awry. As they sat down they turned almost invariably to the person sitting next them, and rectified and continued what they had just said in public. Before long, therefore, the groups on the mattresses and the groups on the chairs were all in ... | their approach, regarded her for a moment in suspicious silence. "Do you say that merely to disguise the fact of my ridiculous failure?" he asked. Katharine looked up from her reading with a smile. "He says he doesn t mind what we think of him," she remarked. "He says we don t care a rap for art of any kind." "I asked ... | Night And Day |
he continued, edging still closer to Denham, and adjusting his elbow and knee in an incredibly angular combination. Here, Katharine, who had been cut off by these maneuvers from all communication with the outer world, rose, and seated herself upon the window-sill, where she was joined by Mary Datchet. The two young wom... | No speaker | the death of the Duchess?"<|quote|>he continued, edging still closer to Denham, and adjusting his elbow and knee in an incredibly angular combination. Here, Katharine, who had been cut off by these maneuvers from all communication with the outer world, rose, and seated herself upon the window-sill, where she was joined... | remember the passage just before the death of the Duchess?"<|quote|>he continued, edging still closer to Denham, and adjusting his elbow and knee in an incredibly angular combination. Here, Katharine, who had been cut off by these maneuvers from all communication with the outer world, rose, and seated herself upon the ... | slights both to their own persons and to the thing they worship. But Rodney could never resist making trial of the sympathies of any one who seemed favorably disposed, and Denham s praise had stimulated his very susceptible vanity. "You remember the passage just before the death of the Duchess?"<|quote|>he continued, e... | it, they must attempt to practise it themselves, and they are generally endowed with very little facility in composition. They condemn whatever they produce. Moreover, the violence of their feelings is such that they seldom meet with adequate sympathy, and being rendered very sensitive by their cultivated perceptions, ... | curious-looking man since, upon first sight, especially if he chanced to be talking with animation, he appeared, in some way, ridiculous; but, next moment, in repose, his face, with its large nose, thin cheeks and lips expressing the utmost sensibility, somehow recalled a Roman head bound with laurel, cut upon a circle... | "It s the ten minutes after a paper is read that proves whether it s been a success or not," he said. "If I were you, Rodney, I should be very pleased with myself." This commendation seemed to comfort Mr. Rodney completely, and he began to bethink him of all the passages in his paper which deserved to be called "sugges... | strokes had gone awry. As they sat down they turned almost invariably to the person sitting next them, and rectified and continued what they had just said in public. Before long, therefore, the groups on the mattresses and the groups on the chairs were all in communication with each other, and Mary Datchet, who had beg... | dramatists. He was a curious-looking man since, upon first sight, especially if he chanced to be talking with animation, he appeared, in some way, ridiculous; but, next moment, in repose, his face, with its large nose, thin cheeks and lips expressing the utmost sensibility, somehow recalled a Roman head bound with laur... | Night And Day |
"They re exactly like a flock of sheep, aren t they?" | Mary Datchet | a few moments she did.<|quote|>"They re exactly like a flock of sheep, aren t they?"</|quote|>she said, referring to the | speak to her that in a few moments she did.<|quote|>"They re exactly like a flock of sheep, aren t they?"</|quote|>she said, referring to the noise that rose from the | s body beside her, but, at the same time, the consciousness of being both of them women made it unnecessary to speak to her. But Mary, feeling, as she had said, that Katharine was a "personality," wished so much to speak to her that in a few moments she did.<|quote|>"They re exactly like a flock of sheep, aren t they?"... | several people slightly, and at any moment one of them might rise from the floor and come and speak to her; on the other hand, she might select somebody for herself, or she might strike into Rodney s discourse, to which she was intermittently attentive. She was conscious of Mary s body beside her, but, at the same time... | the outer world, rose, and seated herself upon the window-sill, where she was joined by Mary Datchet. The two young women could thus survey the whole party. Denham looked after them, and made as if he were tearing handfuls of grass up by the roots from the carpet. But as it fell in accurately with his conception of lif... | thin cheeks and lips expressing the utmost sensibility, somehow recalled a Roman head bound with laurel, cut upon a circle of semi-transparent reddish stone. It had dignity and character. By profession a clerk in a Government office, he was one of those martyred spirits to whom literature is at once a source of divine ... | moment in suspicious silence. "Do you say that merely to disguise the fact of my ridiculous failure?" he asked. Katharine looked up from her reading with a smile. "He says he doesn t mind what we think of him," she remarked. "He says we don t care a rap for art of any kind." "I asked her to pity me, and she teases me!"... | their cultivated perceptions, suffer constant slights both to their own persons and to the thing they worship. But Rodney could never resist making trial of the sympathies of any one who seemed favorably disposed, and Denham s praise had stimulated his very susceptible vanity. "You remember the passage just before the ... | Night And Day |
she said, referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her. Katharine turned and smiled. | No speaker | of sheep, aren t they?"<|quote|>she said, referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her. Katharine turned and smiled.</|quote|>"I wonder what they re | re exactly like a flock of sheep, aren t they?"<|quote|>she said, referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her. Katharine turned and smiled.</|quote|>"I wonder what they re making such a noise about?" | of being both of them women made it unnecessary to speak to her. But Mary, feeling, as she had said, that Katharine was a "personality," wished so much to speak to her that in a few moments she did. "They re exactly like a flock of sheep, aren t they?"<|quote|>she said, referring to the noise that rose from the scatter... | rise from the floor and come and speak to her; on the other hand, she might select somebody for herself, or she might strike into Rodney s discourse, to which she was intermittently attentive. She was conscious of Mary s body beside her, but, at the same time, the consciousness of being both of them women made it unnec... | she was joined by Mary Datchet. The two young women could thus survey the whole party. Denham looked after them, and made as if he were tearing handfuls of grass up by the roots from the carpet. But as it fell in accurately with his conception of life that all one s desires were bound to be frustrated, he concentrated ... | Roman head bound with laurel, cut upon a circle of semi-transparent reddish stone. It had dignity and character. By profession a clerk in a Government office, he was one of those martyred spirits to whom literature is at once a source of divine joy and of almost intolerable irritation. Not content to rest in their love... | the fact of my ridiculous failure?" he asked. Katharine looked up from her reading with a smile. "He says he doesn t mind what we think of him," she remarked. "He says we don t care a rap for art of any kind." "I asked her to pity me, and she teases me!" Rodney exclaimed. "I don t intend to pity you, Mr. Rodney," Mary ... | continued, edging still closer to Denham, and adjusting his elbow and knee in an incredibly angular combination. Here, Katharine, who had been cut off by these maneuvers from all communication with the outer world, rose, and seated herself upon the window-sill, where she was joined by Mary Datchet. The two young women ... | Night And Day |
"I wonder what they re making such a noise about?" | Katharine Hilbery | her. Katharine turned and smiled.<|quote|>"I wonder what they re making such a noise about?"</|quote|>she said. "The Elizabethans, I | from the scattered bodies beneath her. Katharine turned and smiled.<|quote|>"I wonder what they re making such a noise about?"</|quote|>she said. "The Elizabethans, I suppose." "No, I don t | had said, that Katharine was a "personality," wished so much to speak to her that in a few moments she did. "They re exactly like a flock of sheep, aren t they?" she said, referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her. Katharine turned and smiled.<|quote|>"I wonder what they re making such a no... | for herself, or she might strike into Rodney s discourse, to which she was intermittently attentive. She was conscious of Mary s body beside her, but, at the same time, the consciousness of being both of them women made it unnecessary to speak to her. But Mary, feeling, as she had said, that Katharine was a "personalit... | after them, and made as if he were tearing handfuls of grass up by the roots from the carpet. But as it fell in accurately with his conception of life that all one s desires were bound to be frustrated, he concentrated his mind upon literature, and determined, philosophically, to get what he could out of that. Katharin... | By profession a clerk in a Government office, he was one of those martyred spirits to whom literature is at once a source of divine joy and of almost intolerable irritation. Not content to rest in their love of it, they must attempt to practise it themselves, and they are generally endowed with very little facility in ... | says he doesn t mind what we think of him," she remarked. "He says we don t care a rap for art of any kind." "I asked her to pity me, and she teases me!" Rodney exclaimed. "I don t intend to pity you, Mr. Rodney," Mary remarked, kindly, but firmly. "When a paper s a failure, nobody says anything, whereas now, just list... | thus survey the whole party. Denham looked after them, and made as if he were tearing handfuls of grass up by the roots from the carpet. But as it fell in accurately with his conception of life that all one s desires were bound to be frustrated, he concentrated his mind upon literature, and determined, philosophically,... | Night And Day |
she said. | No speaker | making such a noise about?"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"The Elizabethans, I suppose." "No, | "I wonder what they re making such a noise about?"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"The Elizabethans, I suppose." "No, I don t think it | to speak to her that in a few moments she did. "They re exactly like a flock of sheep, aren t they?" she said, referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her. Katharine turned and smiled. "I wonder what they re making such a noise about?"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"The Elizabethans, I suppose."... | to which she was intermittently attentive. She was conscious of Mary s body beside her, but, at the same time, the consciousness of being both of them women made it unnecessary to speak to her. But Mary, feeling, as she had said, that Katharine was a "personality," wished so much to speak to her that in a few moments s... | of grass up by the roots from the carpet. But as it fell in accurately with his conception of life that all one s desires were bound to be frustrated, he concentrated his mind upon literature, and determined, philosophically, to get what he could out of that. Katharine was pleasantly excited. A variety of courses was o... | one of those martyred spirits to whom literature is at once a source of divine joy and of almost intolerable irritation. Not content to rest in their love of it, they must attempt to practise it themselves, and they are generally endowed with very little facility in composition. They condemn whatever they produce. More... | she remarked. "He says we don t care a rap for art of any kind." "I asked her to pity me, and she teases me!" Rodney exclaimed. "I don t intend to pity you, Mr. Rodney," Mary remarked, kindly, but firmly. "When a paper s a failure, nobody says anything, whereas now, just listen to them!" The sound, which filled the roo... | your aunt came to dinner?" but, besides having to answer Rodney, he was not sure that the remark, with its assertion of intimacy, would not strike Katharine as impertinent. She was listening to what some one in another group was saying. Rodney, meanwhile, was talking about the Elizabethan dramatists. He was a curious-l... | Night And Day |
"The Elizabethans, I suppose." | Mary Datchet | a noise about?" she said.<|quote|>"The Elizabethans, I suppose."</|quote|>"No, I don t think | what they re making such a noise about?" she said.<|quote|>"The Elizabethans, I suppose."</|quote|>"No, I don t think it s got anything to | to her that in a few moments she did. "They re exactly like a flock of sheep, aren t they?" she said, referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her. Katharine turned and smiled. "I wonder what they re making such a noise about?" she said.<|quote|>"The Elizabethans, I suppose."</|quote|>"No, I d... | she was intermittently attentive. She was conscious of Mary s body beside her, but, at the same time, the consciousness of being both of them women made it unnecessary to speak to her. But Mary, feeling, as she had said, that Katharine was a "personality," wished so much to speak to her that in a few moments she did. "... | up by the roots from the carpet. But as it fell in accurately with his conception of life that all one s desires were bound to be frustrated, he concentrated his mind upon literature, and determined, philosophically, to get what he could out of that. Katharine was pleasantly excited. A variety of courses was open to he... | those martyred spirits to whom literature is at once a source of divine joy and of almost intolerable irritation. Not content to rest in their love of it, they must attempt to practise it themselves, and they are generally endowed with very little facility in composition. They condemn whatever they produce. Moreover, t... | "He says we don t care a rap for art of any kind." "I asked her to pity me, and she teases me!" Rodney exclaimed. "I don t intend to pity you, Mr. Rodney," Mary remarked, kindly, but firmly. "When a paper s a failure, nobody says anything, whereas now, just listen to them!" The sound, which filled the room, with its hu... | not strike Katharine as impertinent. She was listening to what some one in another group was saying. Rodney, meanwhile, was talking about the Elizabethan dramatists. He was a curious-looking man since, upon first sight, especially if he chanced to be talking with animation, he appeared, in some way, ridiculous; but, ne... | Night And Day |
"No, I don t think it s got anything to do with the Elizabethans. There! Didn t you hear them say, Insurance Bill ?" | Katharine Hilbery | said. "The Elizabethans, I suppose."<|quote|>"No, I don t think it s got anything to do with the Elizabethans. There! Didn t you hear them say, Insurance Bill ?"</|quote|>"I wonder why men always | such a noise about?" she said. "The Elizabethans, I suppose."<|quote|>"No, I don t think it s got anything to do with the Elizabethans. There! Didn t you hear them say, Insurance Bill ?"</|quote|>"I wonder why men always talk about politics?" Mary speculated. | a few moments she did. "They re exactly like a flock of sheep, aren t they?" she said, referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her. Katharine turned and smiled. "I wonder what they re making such a noise about?" she said. "The Elizabethans, I suppose."<|quote|>"No, I don t think it s got anyt... | She was conscious of Mary s body beside her, but, at the same time, the consciousness of being both of them women made it unnecessary to speak to her. But Mary, feeling, as she had said, that Katharine was a "personality," wished so much to speak to her that in a few moments she did. "They re exactly like a flock of sh... | from the carpet. But as it fell in accurately with his conception of life that all one s desires were bound to be frustrated, he concentrated his mind upon literature, and determined, philosophically, to get what he could out of that. Katharine was pleasantly excited. A variety of courses was open to her. She knew seve... | whom literature is at once a source of divine joy and of almost intolerable irritation. Not content to rest in their love of it, they must attempt to practise it themselves, and they are generally endowed with very little facility in composition. They condemn whatever they produce. Moreover, the violence of their feeli... | t care a rap for art of any kind." "I asked her to pity me, and she teases me!" Rodney exclaimed. "I don t intend to pity you, Mr. Rodney," Mary remarked, kindly, but firmly. "When a paper s a failure, nobody says anything, whereas now, just listen to them!" The sound, which filled the room, with its hurry of short syl... | he gathered himself together, and by means of a series of frog-like jerks, succeeded in bringing himself close to Denham. Denham answered him with the brevity which is the result of having another sentence in the mind to be addressed to another person. He wished to say to Katharine: "Did you remember to get that pictur... | Night And Day |
"I wonder why men always talk about politics?" | Mary Datchet | them say, Insurance Bill ?"<|quote|>"I wonder why men always talk about politics?"</|quote|>Mary speculated. "I suppose, if | There! Didn t you hear them say, Insurance Bill ?"<|quote|>"I wonder why men always talk about politics?"</|quote|>Mary speculated. "I suppose, if we had votes, we should, | from the scattered bodies beneath her. Katharine turned and smiled. "I wonder what they re making such a noise about?" she said. "The Elizabethans, I suppose." "No, I don t think it s got anything to do with the Elizabethans. There! Didn t you hear them say, Insurance Bill ?"<|quote|>"I wonder why men always talk about... | unnecessary to speak to her. But Mary, feeling, as she had said, that Katharine was a "personality," wished so much to speak to her that in a few moments she did. "They re exactly like a flock of sheep, aren t they?" she said, referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her. Katharine turned and ... | he concentrated his mind upon literature, and determined, philosophically, to get what he could out of that. Katharine was pleasantly excited. A variety of courses was open to her. She knew several people slightly, and at any moment one of them might rise from the floor and come and speak to her; on the other hand, she... | they must attempt to practise it themselves, and they are generally endowed with very little facility in composition. They condemn whatever they produce. Moreover, the violence of their feelings is such that they seldom meet with adequate sympathy, and being rendered very sensitive by their cultivated perceptions, suff... | intend to pity you, Mr. Rodney," Mary remarked, kindly, but firmly. "When a paper s a failure, nobody says anything, whereas now, just listen to them!" The sound, which filled the room, with its hurry of short syllables, its sudden pauses, and its sudden attacks, might be compared to some animal hubbub, frantic and ina... | the sympathies of any one who seemed favorably disposed, and Denham s praise had stimulated his very susceptible vanity. "You remember the passage just before the death of the Duchess?" he continued, edging still closer to Denham, and adjusting his elbow and knee in an incredibly angular combination. Here, Katharine, w... | Night And Day |
Mary speculated. | No speaker | men always talk about politics?"<|quote|>Mary speculated.</|quote|>"I suppose, if we had | Bill ?" "I wonder why men always talk about politics?"<|quote|>Mary speculated.</|quote|>"I suppose, if we had votes, we should, too." "I | and smiled. "I wonder what they re making such a noise about?" she said. "The Elizabethans, I suppose." "No, I don t think it s got anything to do with the Elizabethans. There! Didn t you hear them say, Insurance Bill ?" "I wonder why men always talk about politics?"<|quote|>Mary speculated.</|quote|>"I suppose, if we ... | as she had said, that Katharine was a "personality," wished so much to speak to her that in a few moments she did. "They re exactly like a flock of sheep, aren t they?" she said, referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her. Katharine turned and smiled. "I wonder what they re making such a noi... | philosophically, to get what he could out of that. Katharine was pleasantly excited. A variety of courses was open to her. She knew several people slightly, and at any moment one of them might rise from the floor and come and speak to her; on the other hand, she might select somebody for herself, or she might strike in... | they are generally endowed with very little facility in composition. They condemn whatever they produce. Moreover, the violence of their feelings is such that they seldom meet with adequate sympathy, and being rendered very sensitive by their cultivated perceptions, suffer constant slights both to their own persons and... | kindly, but firmly. "When a paper s a failure, nobody says anything, whereas now, just listen to them!" The sound, which filled the room, with its hurry of short syllables, its sudden pauses, and its sudden attacks, might be compared to some animal hubbub, frantic and inarticulate. "D you think that s all about my pape... | be talking with animation, he appeared, in some way, ridiculous; but, next moment, in repose, his face, with its large nose, thin cheeks and lips expressing the utmost sensibility, somehow recalled a Roman head bound with laurel, cut upon a circle of semi-transparent reddish stone. It had dignity and character. By prof... | Night And Day |
"I suppose, if we had votes, we should, too." | Mary Datchet | talk about politics?" Mary speculated.<|quote|>"I suppose, if we had votes, we should, too."</|quote|>"I dare say we should. | "I wonder why men always talk about politics?" Mary speculated.<|quote|>"I suppose, if we had votes, we should, too."</|quote|>"I dare say we should. And you spend your life | "I wonder what they re making such a noise about?" she said. "The Elizabethans, I suppose." "No, I don t think it s got anything to do with the Elizabethans. There! Didn t you hear them say, Insurance Bill ?" "I wonder why men always talk about politics?" Mary speculated.<|quote|>"I suppose, if we had votes, we should,... | had said, that Katharine was a "personality," wished so much to speak to her that in a few moments she did. "They re exactly like a flock of sheep, aren t they?" she said, referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her. Katharine turned and smiled. "I wonder what they re making such a noise abou... | get what he could out of that. Katharine was pleasantly excited. A variety of courses was open to her. She knew several people slightly, and at any moment one of them might rise from the floor and come and speak to her; on the other hand, she might select somebody for herself, or she might strike into Rodney s discours... | generally endowed with very little facility in composition. They condemn whatever they produce. Moreover, the violence of their feelings is such that they seldom meet with adequate sympathy, and being rendered very sensitive by their cultivated perceptions, suffer constant slights both to their own persons and to the t... | firmly. "When a paper s a failure, nobody says anything, whereas now, just listen to them!" The sound, which filled the room, with its hurry of short syllables, its sudden pauses, and its sudden attacks, might be compared to some animal hubbub, frantic and inarticulate. "D you think that s all about my paper?" Rodney i... | dramatists. He was a curious-looking man since, upon first sight, especially if he chanced to be talking with animation, he appeared, in some way, ridiculous; but, next moment, in repose, his face, with its large nose, thin cheeks and lips expressing the utmost sensibility, somehow recalled a Roman head bound with laur... | Night And Day |
"I dare say we should. And you spend your life in getting us votes, don t you?" | Katharine Hilbery | had votes, we should, too."<|quote|>"I dare say we should. And you spend your life in getting us votes, don t you?"</|quote|>"I do," said Mary, stoutly. | speculated. "I suppose, if we had votes, we should, too."<|quote|>"I dare say we should. And you spend your life in getting us votes, don t you?"</|quote|>"I do," said Mary, stoutly. "From ten to six every | about?" she said. "The Elizabethans, I suppose." "No, I don t think it s got anything to do with the Elizabethans. There! Didn t you hear them say, Insurance Bill ?" "I wonder why men always talk about politics?" Mary speculated. "I suppose, if we had votes, we should, too."<|quote|>"I dare say we should. And you spend... | much to speak to her that in a few moments she did. "They re exactly like a flock of sheep, aren t they?" she said, referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her. Katharine turned and smiled. "I wonder what they re making such a noise about?" she said. "The Elizabethans, I suppose." "No, I don ... | pleasantly excited. A variety of courses was open to her. She knew several people slightly, and at any moment one of them might rise from the floor and come and speak to her; on the other hand, she might select somebody for herself, or she might strike into Rodney s discourse, to which she was intermittently attentive.... | condemn whatever they produce. Moreover, the violence of their feelings is such that they seldom meet with adequate sympathy, and being rendered very sensitive by their cultivated perceptions, suffer constant slights both to their own persons and to the thing they worship. But Rodney could never resist making trial of ... | anything, whereas now, just listen to them!" The sound, which filled the room, with its hurry of short syllables, its sudden pauses, and its sudden attacks, might be compared to some animal hubbub, frantic and inarticulate. "D you think that s all about my paper?" Rodney inquired, after a moment s attention, with a dis... | with its assertion of intimacy, would not strike Katharine as impertinent. She was listening to what some one in another group was saying. Rodney, meanwhile, was talking about the Elizabethan dramatists. He was a curious-looking man since, upon first sight, especially if he chanced to be talking with animation, he appe... | Night And Day |
"I do," | Mary Datchet | us votes, don t you?"<|quote|>"I do,"</|quote|>said Mary, stoutly. "From ten | spend your life in getting us votes, don t you?"<|quote|>"I do,"</|quote|>said Mary, stoutly. "From ten to six every day I | do with the Elizabethans. There! Didn t you hear them say, Insurance Bill ?" "I wonder why men always talk about politics?" Mary speculated. "I suppose, if we had votes, we should, too." "I dare say we should. And you spend your life in getting us votes, don t you?"<|quote|>"I do,"</|quote|>said Mary, stoutly. "From te... | flock of sheep, aren t they?" she said, referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her. Katharine turned and smiled. "I wonder what they re making such a noise about?" she said. "The Elizabethans, I suppose." "No, I don t think it s got anything to do with the Elizabethans. There! Didn t you hea... | any moment one of them might rise from the floor and come and speak to her; on the other hand, she might select somebody for herself, or she might strike into Rodney s discourse, to which she was intermittently attentive. She was conscious of Mary s body beside her, but, at the same time, the consciousness of being bot... | adequate sympathy, and being rendered very sensitive by their cultivated perceptions, suffer constant slights both to their own persons and to the thing they worship. But Rodney could never resist making trial of the sympathies of any one who seemed favorably disposed, and Denham s praise had stimulated his very suscep... | short syllables, its sudden pauses, and its sudden attacks, might be compared to some animal hubbub, frantic and inarticulate. "D you think that s all about my paper?" Rodney inquired, after a moment s attention, with a distinct brightening of expression. "Of course it is," said Mary. "It was a very suggestive paper." ... | rose, and seated herself upon the window-sill, where she was joined by Mary Datchet. The two young women could thus survey the whole party. Denham looked after them, and made as if he were tearing handfuls of grass up by the roots from the carpet. But as it fell in accurately with his conception of life that all one s ... | Night And Day |
said Mary, stoutly. | No speaker | don t you?" "I do,"<|quote|>said Mary, stoutly.</|quote|>"From ten to six every | life in getting us votes, don t you?" "I do,"<|quote|>said Mary, stoutly.</|quote|>"From ten to six every day I m at it." | the Elizabethans. There! Didn t you hear them say, Insurance Bill ?" "I wonder why men always talk about politics?" Mary speculated. "I suppose, if we had votes, we should, too." "I dare say we should. And you spend your life in getting us votes, don t you?" "I do,"<|quote|>said Mary, stoutly.</|quote|>"From ten to six... | sheep, aren t they?" she said, referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her. Katharine turned and smiled. "I wonder what they re making such a noise about?" she said. "The Elizabethans, I suppose." "No, I don t think it s got anything to do with the Elizabethans. There! Didn t you hear them sa... | one of them might rise from the floor and come and speak to her; on the other hand, she might select somebody for herself, or she might strike into Rodney s discourse, to which she was intermittently attentive. She was conscious of Mary s body beside her, but, at the same time, the consciousness of being both of them w... | and being rendered very sensitive by their cultivated perceptions, suffer constant slights both to their own persons and to the thing they worship. But Rodney could never resist making trial of the sympathies of any one who seemed favorably disposed, and Denham s praise had stimulated his very susceptible vanity. "You ... | its sudden pauses, and its sudden attacks, might be compared to some animal hubbub, frantic and inarticulate. "D you think that s all about my paper?" Rodney inquired, after a moment s attention, with a distinct brightening of expression. "Of course it is," said Mary. "It was a very suggestive paper." She turned to Den... | semi-transparent reddish stone. It had dignity and character. By profession a clerk in a Government office, he was one of those martyred spirits to whom literature is at once a source of divine joy and of almost intolerable irritation. Not content to rest in their love of it, they must attempt to practise it themselves... | Night And Day |
"From ten to six every day I m at it." | Mary Datchet | "I do," said Mary, stoutly.<|quote|>"From ten to six every day I m at it."</|quote|>Katharine looked at Ralph Denham, | us votes, don t you?" "I do," said Mary, stoutly.<|quote|>"From ten to six every day I m at it."</|quote|>Katharine looked at Ralph Denham, who was now pounding his | Didn t you hear them say, Insurance Bill ?" "I wonder why men always talk about politics?" Mary speculated. "I suppose, if we had votes, we should, too." "I dare say we should. And you spend your life in getting us votes, don t you?" "I do," said Mary, stoutly.<|quote|>"From ten to six every day I m at it."</|quote|>Ka... | they?" she said, referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her. Katharine turned and smiled. "I wonder what they re making such a noise about?" she said. "The Elizabethans, I suppose." "No, I don t think it s got anything to do with the Elizabethans. There! Didn t you hear them say, Insurance B... | might rise from the floor and come and speak to her; on the other hand, she might select somebody for herself, or she might strike into Rodney s discourse, to which she was intermittently attentive. She was conscious of Mary s body beside her, but, at the same time, the consciousness of being both of them women made it... | very sensitive by their cultivated perceptions, suffer constant slights both to their own persons and to the thing they worship. But Rodney could never resist making trial of the sympathies of any one who seemed favorably disposed, and Denham s praise had stimulated his very susceptible vanity. "You remember the passag... | and its sudden attacks, might be compared to some animal hubbub, frantic and inarticulate. "D you think that s all about my paper?" Rodney inquired, after a moment s attention, with a distinct brightening of expression. "Of course it is," said Mary. "It was a very suggestive paper." She turned to Denham for confirmatio... | condemn whatever they produce. Moreover, the violence of their feelings is such that they seldom meet with adequate sympathy, and being rendered very sensitive by their cultivated perceptions, suffer constant slights both to their own persons and to the thing they worship. But Rodney could never resist making trial of ... | Night And Day |
Katharine looked at Ralph Denham, who was now pounding his way through the metaphysics of metaphor with Rodney, and was reminded of his talk that Sunday afternoon. She connected him vaguely with Mary. | No speaker | day I m at it."<|quote|>Katharine looked at Ralph Denham, who was now pounding his way through the metaphysics of metaphor with Rodney, and was reminded of his talk that Sunday afternoon. She connected him vaguely with Mary.</|quote|>"I suppose you re one | "From ten to six every day I m at it."<|quote|>Katharine looked at Ralph Denham, who was now pounding his way through the metaphysics of metaphor with Rodney, and was reminded of his talk that Sunday afternoon. She connected him vaguely with Mary.</|quote|>"I suppose you re one of the people who think | wonder why men always talk about politics?" Mary speculated. "I suppose, if we had votes, we should, too." "I dare say we should. And you spend your life in getting us votes, don t you?" "I do," said Mary, stoutly. "From ten to six every day I m at it."<|quote|>Katharine looked at Ralph Denham, who was now pounding his... | the scattered bodies beneath her. Katharine turned and smiled. "I wonder what they re making such a noise about?" she said. "The Elizabethans, I suppose." "No, I don t think it s got anything to do with the Elizabethans. There! Didn t you hear them say, Insurance Bill ?" "I wonder why men always talk about politics?" M... | her; on the other hand, she might select somebody for herself, or she might strike into Rodney s discourse, to which she was intermittently attentive. She was conscious of Mary s body beside her, but, at the same time, the consciousness of being both of them women made it unnecessary to speak to her. But Mary, feeling,... | to their own persons and to the thing they worship. But Rodney could never resist making trial of the sympathies of any one who seemed favorably disposed, and Denham s praise had stimulated his very susceptible vanity. "You remember the passage just before the death of the Duchess?" he continued, edging still closer to... | hubbub, frantic and inarticulate. "D you think that s all about my paper?" Rodney inquired, after a moment s attention, with a distinct brightening of expression. "Of course it is," said Mary. "It was a very suggestive paper." She turned to Denham for confirmation, and he corroborated her. "It s the ten minutes after a... | was talking about the Elizabethan dramatists. He was a curious-looking man since, upon first sight, especially if he chanced to be talking with animation, he appeared, in some way, ridiculous; but, next moment, in repose, his face, with its large nose, thin cheeks and lips expressing the utmost sensibility, somehow rec... | Night And Day |
"I suppose you re one of the people who think we should all have professions," | Katharine Hilbery | connected him vaguely with Mary.<|quote|>"I suppose you re one of the people who think we should all have professions,"</|quote|>she said, rather distantly, as | talk that Sunday afternoon. She connected him vaguely with Mary.<|quote|>"I suppose you re one of the people who think we should all have professions,"</|quote|>she said, rather distantly, as if feeling her way among | t you?" "I do," said Mary, stoutly. "From ten to six every day I m at it." Katharine looked at Ralph Denham, who was now pounding his way through the metaphysics of metaphor with Rodney, and was reminded of his talk that Sunday afternoon. She connected him vaguely with Mary.<|quote|>"I suppose you re one of the people ... | anything to do with the Elizabethans. There! Didn t you hear them say, Insurance Bill ?" "I wonder why men always talk about politics?" Mary speculated. "I suppose, if we had votes, we should, too." "I dare say we should. And you spend your life in getting us votes, don t you?" "I do," said Mary, stoutly. "From ten to ... | her, but, at the same time, the consciousness of being both of them women made it unnecessary to speak to her. But Mary, feeling, as she had said, that Katharine was a "personality," wished so much to speak to her that in a few moments she did. "They re exactly like a flock of sheep, aren t they?" she said, referring t... | his very susceptible vanity. "You remember the passage just before the death of the Duchess?" he continued, edging still closer to Denham, and adjusting his elbow and knee in an incredibly angular combination. Here, Katharine, who had been cut off by these maneuvers from all communication with the outer world, rose, an... | was a very suggestive paper." She turned to Denham for confirmation, and he corroborated her. "It s the ten minutes after a paper is read that proves whether it s been a success or not," he said. "If I were you, Rodney, I should be very pleased with myself." This commendation seemed to comfort Mr. Rodney completely, an... | Roman head bound with laurel, cut upon a circle of semi-transparent reddish stone. It had dignity and character. By profession a clerk in a Government office, he was one of those martyred spirits to whom literature is at once a source of divine joy and of almost intolerable irritation. Not content to rest in their love... | Night And Day |
she said, rather distantly, as if feeling her way among the phantoms of an unknown world. | No speaker | we should all have professions,"<|quote|>she said, rather distantly, as if feeling her way among the phantoms of an unknown world.</|quote|>"Oh dear no," said Mary | of the people who think we should all have professions,"<|quote|>she said, rather distantly, as if feeling her way among the phantoms of an unknown world.</|quote|>"Oh dear no," said Mary at once. "Well, I think | at it." Katharine looked at Ralph Denham, who was now pounding his way through the metaphysics of metaphor with Rodney, and was reminded of his talk that Sunday afternoon. She connected him vaguely with Mary. "I suppose you re one of the people who think we should all have professions,"<|quote|>she said, rather distant... | ?" "I wonder why men always talk about politics?" Mary speculated. "I suppose, if we had votes, we should, too." "I dare say we should. And you spend your life in getting us votes, don t you?" "I do," said Mary, stoutly. "From ten to six every day I m at it." Katharine looked at Ralph Denham, who was now pounding his w... | it unnecessary to speak to her. But Mary, feeling, as she had said, that Katharine was a "personality," wished so much to speak to her that in a few moments she did. "They re exactly like a flock of sheep, aren t they?" she said, referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her. Katharine turned a... | he continued, edging still closer to Denham, and adjusting his elbow and knee in an incredibly angular combination. Here, Katharine, who had been cut off by these maneuvers from all communication with the outer world, rose, and seated herself upon the window-sill, where she was joined by Mary Datchet. The two young wom... | "It s the ten minutes after a paper is read that proves whether it s been a success or not," he said. "If I were you, Rodney, I should be very pleased with myself." This commendation seemed to comfort Mr. Rodney completely, and he began to bethink him of all the passages in his paper which deserved to be called "sugges... | could never resist making trial of the sympathies of any one who seemed favorably disposed, and Denham s praise had stimulated his very susceptible vanity. "You remember the passage just before the death of the Duchess?" he continued, edging still closer to Denham, and adjusting his elbow and knee in an incredibly angu... | Night And Day |
"Oh dear no," | Mary Datchet | phantoms of an unknown world.<|quote|>"Oh dear no,"</|quote|>said Mary at once. "Well, | feeling her way among the phantoms of an unknown world.<|quote|>"Oh dear no,"</|quote|>said Mary at once. "Well, I think I do," Katharine | of metaphor with Rodney, and was reminded of his talk that Sunday afternoon. She connected him vaguely with Mary. "I suppose you re one of the people who think we should all have professions," she said, rather distantly, as if feeling her way among the phantoms of an unknown world.<|quote|>"Oh dear no,"</|quote|>said M... | votes, we should, too." "I dare say we should. And you spend your life in getting us votes, don t you?" "I do," said Mary, stoutly. "From ten to six every day I m at it." Katharine looked at Ralph Denham, who was now pounding his way through the metaphysics of metaphor with Rodney, and was reminded of his talk that Sun... | a "personality," wished so much to speak to her that in a few moments she did. "They re exactly like a flock of sheep, aren t they?" she said, referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her. Katharine turned and smiled. "I wonder what they re making such a noise about?" she said. "The Elizabetha... | angular combination. Here, Katharine, who had been cut off by these maneuvers from all communication with the outer world, rose, and seated herself upon the window-sill, where she was joined by Mary Datchet. The two young women could thus survey the whole party. Denham looked after them, and made as if he were tearing ... | a success or not," he said. "If I were you, Rodney, I should be very pleased with myself." This commendation seemed to comfort Mr. Rodney completely, and he began to bethink him of all the passages in his paper which deserved to be called "suggestive." "Did you agree at all, Denham, with what I said about Shakespeare s... | carpet. But as it fell in accurately with his conception of life that all one s desires were bound to be frustrated, he concentrated his mind upon literature, and determined, philosophically, to get what he could out of that. Katharine was pleasantly excited. A variety of courses was open to her. She knew several peopl... | Night And Day |
said Mary at once. | No speaker | unknown world. "Oh dear no,"<|quote|>said Mary at once.</|quote|>"Well, I think I do," | among the phantoms of an unknown world. "Oh dear no,"<|quote|>said Mary at once.</|quote|>"Well, I think I do," Katharine continued, with half a | Rodney, and was reminded of his talk that Sunday afternoon. She connected him vaguely with Mary. "I suppose you re one of the people who think we should all have professions," she said, rather distantly, as if feeling her way among the phantoms of an unknown world. "Oh dear no,"<|quote|>said Mary at once.</|quote|>"Wel... | too." "I dare say we should. And you spend your life in getting us votes, don t you?" "I do," said Mary, stoutly. "From ten to six every day I m at it." Katharine looked at Ralph Denham, who was now pounding his way through the metaphysics of metaphor with Rodney, and was reminded of his talk that Sunday afternoon. She... | so much to speak to her that in a few moments she did. "They re exactly like a flock of sheep, aren t they?" she said, referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her. Katharine turned and smiled. "I wonder what they re making such a noise about?" she said. "The Elizabethans, I suppose." "No, I d... | Katharine, who had been cut off by these maneuvers from all communication with the outer world, rose, and seated herself upon the window-sill, where she was joined by Mary Datchet. The two young women could thus survey the whole party. Denham looked after them, and made as if he were tearing handfuls of grass up by the... | not," he said. "If I were you, Rodney, I should be very pleased with myself." This commendation seemed to comfort Mr. Rodney completely, and he began to bethink him of all the passages in his paper which deserved to be called "suggestive." "Did you agree at all, Denham, with what I said about Shakespeare s later use of... | two young women could thus survey the whole party. Denham looked after them, and made as if he were tearing handfuls of grass up by the roots from the carpet. But as it fell in accurately with his conception of life that all one s desires were bound to be frustrated, he concentrated his mind upon literature, and determ... | Night And Day |
"Well, I think I do," | Katharine Hilbery | no," said Mary at once.<|quote|>"Well, I think I do,"</|quote|>Katharine continued, with half a | an unknown world. "Oh dear no," said Mary at once.<|quote|>"Well, I think I do,"</|quote|>Katharine continued, with half a sigh. "You will always be | of his talk that Sunday afternoon. She connected him vaguely with Mary. "I suppose you re one of the people who think we should all have professions," she said, rather distantly, as if feeling her way among the phantoms of an unknown world. "Oh dear no," said Mary at once.<|quote|>"Well, I think I do,"</|quote|>Kathari... | we should. And you spend your life in getting us votes, don t you?" "I do," said Mary, stoutly. "From ten to six every day I m at it." Katharine looked at Ralph Denham, who was now pounding his way through the metaphysics of metaphor with Rodney, and was reminded of his talk that Sunday afternoon. She connected him vag... | to her that in a few moments she did. "They re exactly like a flock of sheep, aren t they?" she said, referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her. Katharine turned and smiled. "I wonder what they re making such a noise about?" she said. "The Elizabethans, I suppose." "No, I don t think it s g... | cut off by these maneuvers from all communication with the outer world, rose, and seated herself upon the window-sill, where she was joined by Mary Datchet. The two young women could thus survey the whole party. Denham looked after them, and made as if he were tearing handfuls of grass up by the roots from the carpet. ... | I were you, Rodney, I should be very pleased with myself." This commendation seemed to comfort Mr. Rodney completely, and he began to bethink him of all the passages in his paper which deserved to be called "suggestive." "Did you agree at all, Denham, with what I said about Shakespeare s later use of imagery? I m afrai... | seemed favorably disposed, and Denham s praise had stimulated his very susceptible vanity. "You remember the passage just before the death of the Duchess?" he continued, edging still closer to Denham, and adjusting his elbow and knee in an incredibly angular combination. Here, Katharine, who had been cut off by these m... | Night And Day |
Katharine continued, with half a sigh. | No speaker | "Well, I think I do,"<|quote|>Katharine continued, with half a sigh.</|quote|>"You will always be able | no," said Mary at once. "Well, I think I do,"<|quote|>Katharine continued, with half a sigh.</|quote|>"You will always be able to say that you ve | afternoon. She connected him vaguely with Mary. "I suppose you re one of the people who think we should all have professions," she said, rather distantly, as if feeling her way among the phantoms of an unknown world. "Oh dear no," said Mary at once. "Well, I think I do,"<|quote|>Katharine continued, with half a sigh.</... | your life in getting us votes, don t you?" "I do," said Mary, stoutly. "From ten to six every day I m at it." Katharine looked at Ralph Denham, who was now pounding his way through the metaphysics of metaphor with Rodney, and was reminded of his talk that Sunday afternoon. She connected him vaguely with Mary. "I suppos... | few moments she did. "They re exactly like a flock of sheep, aren t they?" she said, referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her. Katharine turned and smiled. "I wonder what they re making such a noise about?" she said. "The Elizabethans, I suppose." "No, I don t think it s got anything to do... | from all communication with the outer world, rose, and seated herself upon the window-sill, where she was joined by Mary Datchet. The two young women could thus survey the whole party. Denham looked after them, and made as if he were tearing handfuls of grass up by the roots from the carpet. But as it fell in accuratel... | should be very pleased with myself." This commendation seemed to comfort Mr. Rodney completely, and he began to bethink him of all the passages in his paper which deserved to be called "suggestive." "Did you agree at all, Denham, with what I said about Shakespeare s later use of imagery? I m afraid I didn t altogether ... | a clerk in a Government office, he was one of those martyred spirits to whom literature is at once a source of divine joy and of almost intolerable irritation. Not content to rest in their love of it, they must attempt to practise it themselves, and they are generally endowed with very little facility in composition. T... | Night And Day |
"You will always be able to say that you ve done something, whereas, in a crowd like this, I feel rather melancholy." | Katharine Hilbery | continued, with half a sigh.<|quote|>"You will always be able to say that you ve done something, whereas, in a crowd like this, I feel rather melancholy."</|quote|>"In a crowd? Why in | I think I do," Katharine continued, with half a sigh.<|quote|>"You will always be able to say that you ve done something, whereas, in a crowd like this, I feel rather melancholy."</|quote|>"In a crowd? Why in a crowd?" Mary asked, deepening | Mary. "I suppose you re one of the people who think we should all have professions," she said, rather distantly, as if feeling her way among the phantoms of an unknown world. "Oh dear no," said Mary at once. "Well, I think I do," Katharine continued, with half a sigh.<|quote|>"You will always be able to say that you ve... | don t you?" "I do," said Mary, stoutly. "From ten to six every day I m at it." Katharine looked at Ralph Denham, who was now pounding his way through the metaphysics of metaphor with Rodney, and was reminded of his talk that Sunday afternoon. She connected him vaguely with Mary. "I suppose you re one of the people who ... | exactly like a flock of sheep, aren t they?" she said, referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her. Katharine turned and smiled. "I wonder what they re making such a noise about?" she said. "The Elizabethans, I suppose." "No, I don t think it s got anything to do with the Elizabethans. There!... | world, rose, and seated herself upon the window-sill, where she was joined by Mary Datchet. The two young women could thus survey the whole party. Denham looked after them, and made as if he were tearing handfuls of grass up by the roots from the carpet. But as it fell in accurately with his conception of life that all... | This commendation seemed to comfort Mr. Rodney completely, and he began to bethink him of all the passages in his paper which deserved to be called "suggestive." "Did you agree at all, Denham, with what I said about Shakespeare s later use of imagery? I m afraid I didn t altogether make my meaning plain." Here he gathe... | hand, she might select somebody for herself, or she might strike into Rodney s discourse, to which she was intermittently attentive. She was conscious of Mary s body beside her, but, at the same time, the consciousness of being both of them women made it unnecessary to speak to her. But Mary, feeling, as she had said, ... | Night And Day |
"In a crowd? Why in a crowd?" | Mary Datchet | this, I feel rather melancholy."<|quote|>"In a crowd? Why in a crowd?"</|quote|>Mary asked, deepening the two | whereas, in a crowd like this, I feel rather melancholy."<|quote|>"In a crowd? Why in a crowd?"</|quote|>Mary asked, deepening the two lines between her eyes, and | feeling her way among the phantoms of an unknown world. "Oh dear no," said Mary at once. "Well, I think I do," Katharine continued, with half a sigh. "You will always be able to say that you ve done something, whereas, in a crowd like this, I feel rather melancholy."<|quote|>"In a crowd? Why in a crowd?"</|quote|>Mary ... | Denham, who was now pounding his way through the metaphysics of metaphor with Rodney, and was reminded of his talk that Sunday afternoon. She connected him vaguely with Mary. "I suppose you re one of the people who think we should all have professions," she said, rather distantly, as if feeling her way among the phanto... | her. Katharine turned and smiled. "I wonder what they re making such a noise about?" she said. "The Elizabethans, I suppose." "No, I don t think it s got anything to do with the Elizabethans. There! Didn t you hear them say, Insurance Bill ?" "I wonder why men always talk about politics?" Mary speculated. "I suppose, i... | the whole party. Denham looked after them, and made as if he were tearing handfuls of grass up by the roots from the carpet. But as it fell in accurately with his conception of life that all one s desires were bound to be frustrated, he concentrated his mind upon literature, and determined, philosophically, to get what... | deserved to be called "suggestive." "Did you agree at all, Denham, with what I said about Shakespeare s later use of imagery? I m afraid I didn t altogether make my meaning plain." Here he gathered himself together, and by means of a series of frog-like jerks, succeeded in bringing himself close to Denham. Denham answe... | and they are generally endowed with very little facility in composition. They condemn whatever they produce. Moreover, the violence of their feelings is such that they seldom meet with adequate sympathy, and being rendered very sensitive by their cultivated perceptions, suffer constant slights both to their own persons... | Night And Day |
Mary asked, deepening the two lines between her eyes, and hoisting herself nearer to Katharine upon the window-sill. | No speaker | crowd? Why in a crowd?"<|quote|>Mary asked, deepening the two lines between her eyes, and hoisting herself nearer to Katharine upon the window-sill.</|quote|>"Don t you see how | feel rather melancholy." "In a crowd? Why in a crowd?"<|quote|>Mary asked, deepening the two lines between her eyes, and hoisting herself nearer to Katharine upon the window-sill.</|quote|>"Don t you see how many different things these people | an unknown world. "Oh dear no," said Mary at once. "Well, I think I do," Katharine continued, with half a sigh. "You will always be able to say that you ve done something, whereas, in a crowd like this, I feel rather melancholy." "In a crowd? Why in a crowd?"<|quote|>Mary asked, deepening the two lines between her eyes... | through the metaphysics of metaphor with Rodney, and was reminded of his talk that Sunday afternoon. She connected him vaguely with Mary. "I suppose you re one of the people who think we should all have professions," she said, rather distantly, as if feeling her way among the phantoms of an unknown world. "Oh dear no,"... | what they re making such a noise about?" she said. "The Elizabethans, I suppose." "No, I don t think it s got anything to do with the Elizabethans. There! Didn t you hear them say, Insurance Bill ?" "I wonder why men always talk about politics?" Mary speculated. "I suppose, if we had votes, we should, too." "I dare say... | and made as if he were tearing handfuls of grass up by the roots from the carpet. But as it fell in accurately with his conception of life that all one s desires were bound to be frustrated, he concentrated his mind upon literature, and determined, philosophically, to get what he could out of that. Katharine was pleasa... | agree at all, Denham, with what I said about Shakespeare s later use of imagery? I m afraid I didn t altogether make my meaning plain." Here he gathered himself together, and by means of a series of frog-like jerks, succeeded in bringing himself close to Denham. Denham answered him with the brevity which is the result ... | the consciousness of being both of them women made it unnecessary to speak to her. But Mary, feeling, as she had said, that Katharine was a "personality," wished so much to speak to her that in a few moments she did. "They re exactly like a flock of sheep, aren t they?" she said, referring to the noise that rose from t... | Night And Day |
"Don t you see how many different things these people care about? And I want to beat them down I only mean," | Katharine Hilbery | to Katharine upon the window-sill.<|quote|>"Don t you see how many different things these people care about? And I want to beat them down I only mean,"</|quote|>she corrected herself, "that I | eyes, and hoisting herself nearer to Katharine upon the window-sill.<|quote|>"Don t you see how many different things these people care about? And I want to beat them down I only mean,"</|quote|>she corrected herself, "that I want to assert myself, and | half a sigh. "You will always be able to say that you ve done something, whereas, in a crowd like this, I feel rather melancholy." "In a crowd? Why in a crowd?" Mary asked, deepening the two lines between her eyes, and hoisting herself nearer to Katharine upon the window-sill.<|quote|>"Don t you see how many different ... | him vaguely with Mary. "I suppose you re one of the people who think we should all have professions," she said, rather distantly, as if feeling her way among the phantoms of an unknown world. "Oh dear no," said Mary at once. "Well, I think I do," Katharine continued, with half a sigh. "You will always be able to say th... | think it s got anything to do with the Elizabethans. There! Didn t you hear them say, Insurance Bill ?" "I wonder why men always talk about politics?" Mary speculated. "I suppose, if we had votes, we should, too." "I dare say we should. And you spend your life in getting us votes, don t you?" "I do," said Mary, stoutly... | as it fell in accurately with his conception of life that all one s desires were bound to be frustrated, he concentrated his mind upon literature, and determined, philosophically, to get what he could out of that. Katharine was pleasantly excited. A variety of courses was open to her. She knew several people slightly, ... | I didn t altogether make my meaning plain." Here he gathered himself together, and by means of a series of frog-like jerks, succeeded in bringing himself close to Denham. Denham answered him with the brevity which is the result of having another sentence in the mind to be addressed to another person. He wished to say t... | Datchet. The two young women could thus survey the whole party. Denham looked after them, and made as if he were tearing handfuls of grass up by the roots from the carpet. But as it fell in accurately with his conception of life that all one s desires were bound to be frustrated, he concentrated his mind upon literatur... | Night And Day |
she corrected herself, | No speaker | them down I only mean,"<|quote|>she corrected herself,</|quote|>"that I want to assert | And I want to beat them down I only mean,"<|quote|>she corrected herself,</|quote|>"that I want to assert myself, and it s difficult, | feel rather melancholy." "In a crowd? Why in a crowd?" Mary asked, deepening the two lines between her eyes, and hoisting herself nearer to Katharine upon the window-sill. "Don t you see how many different things these people care about? And I want to beat them down I only mean,"<|quote|>she corrected herself,</|quote|... | distantly, as if feeling her way among the phantoms of an unknown world. "Oh dear no," said Mary at once. "Well, I think I do," Katharine continued, with half a sigh. "You will always be able to say that you ve done something, whereas, in a crowd like this, I feel rather melancholy." "In a crowd? Why in a crowd?" Mary ... | why men always talk about politics?" Mary speculated. "I suppose, if we had votes, we should, too." "I dare say we should. And you spend your life in getting us votes, don t you?" "I do," said Mary, stoutly. "From ten to six every day I m at it." Katharine looked at Ralph Denham, who was now pounding his way through th... | his mind upon literature, and determined, philosophically, to get what he could out of that. Katharine was pleasantly excited. A variety of courses was open to her. She knew several people slightly, and at any moment one of them might rise from the floor and come and speak to her; on the other hand, she might select so... | succeeded in bringing himself close to Denham. Denham answered him with the brevity which is the result of having another sentence in the mind to be addressed to another person. He wished to say to Katharine: "Did you remember to get that picture glazed before your aunt came to dinner?" but, besides having to answer Ro... | making trial of the sympathies of any one who seemed favorably disposed, and Denham s praise had stimulated his very susceptible vanity. "You remember the passage just before the death of the Duchess?" he continued, edging still closer to Denham, and adjusting his elbow and knee in an incredibly angular combination. He... | Night And Day |
"that I want to assert myself, and it s difficult, if one hasn t a profession." | Katharine Hilbery | only mean," she corrected herself,<|quote|>"that I want to assert myself, and it s difficult, if one hasn t a profession."</|quote|>Mary smiled, thinking that to | to beat them down I only mean," she corrected herself,<|quote|>"that I want to assert myself, and it s difficult, if one hasn t a profession."</|quote|>Mary smiled, thinking that to beat people down was a | "In a crowd? Why in a crowd?" Mary asked, deepening the two lines between her eyes, and hoisting herself nearer to Katharine upon the window-sill. "Don t you see how many different things these people care about? And I want to beat them down I only mean," she corrected herself,<|quote|>"that I want to assert myself, an... | feeling her way among the phantoms of an unknown world. "Oh dear no," said Mary at once. "Well, I think I do," Katharine continued, with half a sigh. "You will always be able to say that you ve done something, whereas, in a crowd like this, I feel rather melancholy." "In a crowd? Why in a crowd?" Mary asked, deepening ... | talk about politics?" Mary speculated. "I suppose, if we had votes, we should, too." "I dare say we should. And you spend your life in getting us votes, don t you?" "I do," said Mary, stoutly. "From ten to six every day I m at it." Katharine looked at Ralph Denham, who was now pounding his way through the metaphysics o... | literature, and determined, philosophically, to get what he could out of that. Katharine was pleasantly excited. A variety of courses was open to her. She knew several people slightly, and at any moment one of them might rise from the floor and come and speak to her; on the other hand, she might select somebody for her... | himself close to Denham. Denham answered him with the brevity which is the result of having another sentence in the mind to be addressed to another person. He wished to say to Katharine: "Did you remember to get that picture glazed before your aunt came to dinner?" but, besides having to answer Rodney, he was not sure ... | the roots from the carpet. But as it fell in accurately with his conception of life that all one s desires were bound to be frustrated, he concentrated his mind upon literature, and determined, philosophically, to get what he could out of that. Katharine was pleasantly excited. A variety of courses was open to her. She... | Night And Day |
Mary smiled, thinking that to beat people down was a process that should present no difficulty to Miss Katharine Hilbery. They knew each other so slightly that the beginning of intimacy, which Katharine seemed to initiate by talking about herself, had something solemn in it, and they were silent, as if to decide whethe... | No speaker | one hasn t a profession."<|quote|>Mary smiled, thinking that to beat people down was a process that should present no difficulty to Miss Katharine Hilbery. They knew each other so slightly that the beginning of intimacy, which Katharine seemed to initiate by talking about herself, had something solemn in it, and they w... | and it s difficult, if one hasn t a profession."<|quote|>Mary smiled, thinking that to beat people down was a process that should present no difficulty to Miss Katharine Hilbery. They knew each other so slightly that the beginning of intimacy, which Katharine seemed to initiate by talking about herself, had something s... | and hoisting herself nearer to Katharine upon the window-sill. "Don t you see how many different things these people care about? And I want to beat them down I only mean," she corrected herself, "that I want to assert myself, and it s difficult, if one hasn t a profession."<|quote|>Mary smiled, thinking that to beat pe... | once. "Well, I think I do," Katharine continued, with half a sigh. "You will always be able to say that you ve done something, whereas, in a crowd like this, I feel rather melancholy." "In a crowd? Why in a crowd?" Mary asked, deepening the two lines between her eyes, and hoisting herself nearer to Katharine upon the w... | say we should. And you spend your life in getting us votes, don t you?" "I do," said Mary, stoutly. "From ten to six every day I m at it." Katharine looked at Ralph Denham, who was now pounding his way through the metaphysics of metaphor with Rodney, and was reminded of his talk that Sunday afternoon. She connected him... | A variety of courses was open to her. She knew several people slightly, and at any moment one of them might rise from the floor and come and speak to her; on the other hand, she might select somebody for herself, or she might strike into Rodney s discourse, to which she was intermittently attentive. She was conscious o... | another sentence in the mind to be addressed to another person. He wished to say to Katharine: "Did you remember to get that picture glazed before your aunt came to dinner?" but, besides having to answer Rodney, he was not sure that the remark, with its assertion of intimacy, would not strike Katharine as impertinent. ... | by the roots from the carpet. But as it fell in accurately with his conception of life that all one s desires were bound to be frustrated, he concentrated his mind upon literature, and determined, philosophically, to get what he could out of that. Katharine was pleasantly excited. A variety of courses was open to her. ... | Night And Day |
"Ah, but I want to trample upon their prostrate bodies!" | Katharine Hilbery | not. They tested the ground.<|quote|>"Ah, but I want to trample upon their prostrate bodies!"</|quote|>Katharine announced, a moment later, | decide whether to proceed or not. They tested the ground.<|quote|>"Ah, but I want to trample upon their prostrate bodies!"</|quote|>Katharine announced, a moment later, with a laugh, as if | should present no difficulty to Miss Katharine Hilbery. They knew each other so slightly that the beginning of intimacy, which Katharine seemed to initiate by talking about herself, had something solemn in it, and they were silent, as if to decide whether to proceed or not. They tested the ground.<|quote|>"Ah, but I wa... | see how many different things these people care about? And I want to beat them down I only mean," she corrected herself, "that I want to assert myself, and it s difficult, if one hasn t a profession." Mary smiled, thinking that to beat people down was a process that should present no difficulty to Miss Katharine Hilber... | Mary. "I suppose you re one of the people who think we should all have professions," she said, rather distantly, as if feeling her way among the phantoms of an unknown world. "Oh dear no," said Mary at once. "Well, I think I do," Katharine continued, with half a sigh. "You will always be able to say that you ve done so... | beside her, but, at the same time, the consciousness of being both of them women made it unnecessary to speak to her. But Mary, feeling, as she had said, that Katharine was a "personality," wished so much to speak to her that in a few moments she did. "They re exactly like a flock of sheep, aren t they?" she said, refe... | in another group was saying. Rodney, meanwhile, was talking about the Elizabethan dramatists. He was a curious-looking man since, upon first sight, especially if he chanced to be talking with animation, he appeared, in some way, ridiculous; but, next moment, in repose, his face, with its large nose, thin cheeks and lip... | say, Insurance Bill ?" "I wonder why men always talk about politics?" Mary speculated. "I suppose, if we had votes, we should, too." "I dare say we should. And you spend your life in getting us votes, don t you?" "I do," said Mary, stoutly. "From ten to six every day I m at it." Katharine looked at Ralph Denham, who wa... | Night And Day |
Katharine announced, a moment later, with a laugh, as if at the train of thought which had led her to this conclusion. | No speaker | trample upon their prostrate bodies!"<|quote|>Katharine announced, a moment later, with a laugh, as if at the train of thought which had led her to this conclusion.</|quote|>"One doesn t necessarily trample | "Ah, but I want to trample upon their prostrate bodies!"<|quote|>Katharine announced, a moment later, with a laugh, as if at the train of thought which had led her to this conclusion.</|quote|>"One doesn t necessarily trample upon people s bodies because | each other so slightly that the beginning of intimacy, which Katharine seemed to initiate by talking about herself, had something solemn in it, and they were silent, as if to decide whether to proceed or not. They tested the ground. "Ah, but I want to trample upon their prostrate bodies!"<|quote|>Katharine announced, a... | I want to beat them down I only mean," she corrected herself, "that I want to assert myself, and it s difficult, if one hasn t a profession." Mary smiled, thinking that to beat people down was a process that should present no difficulty to Miss Katharine Hilbery. They knew each other so slightly that the beginning of i... | think we should all have professions," she said, rather distantly, as if feeling her way among the phantoms of an unknown world. "Oh dear no," said Mary at once. "Well, I think I do," Katharine continued, with half a sigh. "You will always be able to say that you ve done something, whereas, in a crowd like this, I feel... | being both of them women made it unnecessary to speak to her. But Mary, feeling, as she had said, that Katharine was a "personality," wished so much to speak to her that in a few moments she did. "They re exactly like a flock of sheep, aren t they?" she said, referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies b... | the Elizabethan dramatists. He was a curious-looking man since, upon first sight, especially if he chanced to be talking with animation, he appeared, in some way, ridiculous; but, next moment, in repose, his face, with its large nose, thin cheeks and lips expressing the utmost sensibility, somehow recalled a Roman head... | be frustrated, he concentrated his mind upon literature, and determined, philosophically, to get what he could out of that. Katharine was pleasantly excited. A variety of courses was open to her. She knew several people slightly, and at any moment one of them might rise from the floor and come and speak to her; on the ... | Night And Day |
"One doesn t necessarily trample upon people s bodies because one runs an office," | Mary Datchet | led her to this conclusion.<|quote|>"One doesn t necessarily trample upon people s bodies because one runs an office,"</|quote|>Mary remarked. "No. Perhaps not," | train of thought which had led her to this conclusion.<|quote|>"One doesn t necessarily trample upon people s bodies because one runs an office,"</|quote|>Mary remarked. "No. Perhaps not," Katharine replied. The conversation lapsed, | it, and they were silent, as if to decide whether to proceed or not. They tested the ground. "Ah, but I want to trample upon their prostrate bodies!" Katharine announced, a moment later, with a laugh, as if at the train of thought which had led her to this conclusion.<|quote|>"One doesn t necessarily trample upon peopl... | if one hasn t a profession." Mary smiled, thinking that to beat people down was a process that should present no difficulty to Miss Katharine Hilbery. They knew each other so slightly that the beginning of intimacy, which Katharine seemed to initiate by talking about herself, had something solemn in it, and they were s... | "Oh dear no," said Mary at once. "Well, I think I do," Katharine continued, with half a sigh. "You will always be able to say that you ve done something, whereas, in a crowd like this, I feel rather melancholy." "In a crowd? Why in a crowd?" Mary asked, deepening the two lines between her eyes, and hoisting herself nea... | a "personality," wished so much to speak to her that in a few moments she did. "They re exactly like a flock of sheep, aren t they?" she said, referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her. Katharine turned and smiled. "I wonder what they re making such a noise about?" she said. "The Elizabetha... | appeared, in some way, ridiculous; but, next moment, in repose, his face, with its large nose, thin cheeks and lips expressing the utmost sensibility, somehow recalled a Roman head bound with laurel, cut upon a circle of semi-transparent reddish stone. It had dignity and character. By profession a clerk in a Government... | said Mary, stoutly. "From ten to six every day I m at it." Katharine looked at Ralph Denham, who was now pounding his way through the metaphysics of metaphor with Rodney, and was reminded of his talk that Sunday afternoon. She connected him vaguely with Mary. "I suppose you re one of the people who think we should all ... | Night And Day |
Mary remarked. | No speaker | because one runs an office,"<|quote|>Mary remarked.</|quote|>"No. Perhaps not," Katharine replied. | trample upon people s bodies because one runs an office,"<|quote|>Mary remarked.</|quote|>"No. Perhaps not," Katharine replied. The conversation lapsed, and Mary | They tested the ground. "Ah, but I want to trample upon their prostrate bodies!" Katharine announced, a moment later, with a laugh, as if at the train of thought which had led her to this conclusion. "One doesn t necessarily trample upon people s bodies because one runs an office,"<|quote|>Mary remarked.</|quote|>"No. ... | was a process that should present no difficulty to Miss Katharine Hilbery. They knew each other so slightly that the beginning of intimacy, which Katharine seemed to initiate by talking about herself, had something solemn in it, and they were silent, as if to decide whether to proceed or not. They tested the ground. "A... | with half a sigh. "You will always be able to say that you ve done something, whereas, in a crowd like this, I feel rather melancholy." "In a crowd? Why in a crowd?" Mary asked, deepening the two lines between her eyes, and hoisting herself nearer to Katharine upon the window-sill. "Don t you see how many different thi... | she did. "They re exactly like a flock of sheep, aren t they?" she said, referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her. Katharine turned and smiled. "I wonder what they re making such a noise about?" she said. "The Elizabethans, I suppose." "No, I don t think it s got anything to do with the El... | large nose, thin cheeks and lips expressing the utmost sensibility, somehow recalled a Roman head bound with laurel, cut upon a circle of semi-transparent reddish stone. It had dignity and character. By profession a clerk in a Government office, he was one of those martyred spirits to whom literature is at once a sourc... | suppose, if we had votes, we should, too." "I dare say we should. And you spend your life in getting us votes, don t you?" "I do," said Mary, stoutly. "From ten to six every day I m at it." Katharine looked at Ralph Denham, who was now pounding his way through the metaphysics of metaphor with Rodney, and was reminded o... | Night And Day |
"No. Perhaps not," | Katharine Hilbery | runs an office," Mary remarked.<|quote|>"No. Perhaps not,"</|quote|>Katharine replied. The conversation lapsed, | people s bodies because one runs an office," Mary remarked.<|quote|>"No. Perhaps not,"</|quote|>Katharine replied. The conversation lapsed, and Mary saw Katharine looking | the ground. "Ah, but I want to trample upon their prostrate bodies!" Katharine announced, a moment later, with a laugh, as if at the train of thought which had led her to this conclusion. "One doesn t necessarily trample upon people s bodies because one runs an office," Mary remarked.<|quote|>"No. Perhaps not,"</|quote... | process that should present no difficulty to Miss Katharine Hilbery. They knew each other so slightly that the beginning of intimacy, which Katharine seemed to initiate by talking about herself, had something solemn in it, and they were silent, as if to decide whether to proceed or not. They tested the ground. "Ah, but... | a sigh. "You will always be able to say that you ve done something, whereas, in a crowd like this, I feel rather melancholy." "In a crowd? Why in a crowd?" Mary asked, deepening the two lines between her eyes, and hoisting herself nearer to Katharine upon the window-sill. "Don t you see how many different things these ... | "They re exactly like a flock of sheep, aren t they?" she said, referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her. Katharine turned and smiled. "I wonder what they re making such a noise about?" she said. "The Elizabethans, I suppose." "No, I don t think it s got anything to do with the Elizabethan... | thin cheeks and lips expressing the utmost sensibility, somehow recalled a Roman head bound with laurel, cut upon a circle of semi-transparent reddish stone. It had dignity and character. By profession a clerk in a Government office, he was one of those martyred spirits to whom literature is at once a source of divine ... | get what he could out of that. Katharine was pleasantly excited. A variety of courses was open to her. She knew several people slightly, and at any moment one of them might rise from the floor and come and speak to her; on the other hand, she might select somebody for herself, or she might strike into Rodney s discours... | Night And Day |
Katharine replied. The conversation lapsed, and Mary saw Katharine looking out into the room rather moodily with closed lips, the desire to talk about herself or to initiate a friendship having, apparently, left her. Mary was struck by her capacity for being thus easily silent, and occupied with her own thoughts. It wa... | No speaker | Mary remarked. "No. Perhaps not,"<|quote|>Katharine replied. The conversation lapsed, and Mary saw Katharine looking out into the room rather moodily with closed lips, the desire to talk about herself or to initiate a friendship having, apparently, left her. Mary was struck by her capacity for being thus easily silent,... | because one runs an office," Mary remarked. "No. Perhaps not,"<|quote|>Katharine replied. The conversation lapsed, and Mary saw Katharine looking out into the room rather moodily with closed lips, the desire to talk about herself or to initiate a friendship having, apparently, left her. Mary was struck by her capacity ... | but I want to trample upon their prostrate bodies!" Katharine announced, a moment later, with a laugh, as if at the train of thought which had led her to this conclusion. "One doesn t necessarily trample upon people s bodies because one runs an office," Mary remarked. "No. Perhaps not,"<|quote|>Katharine replied. The c... | present no difficulty to Miss Katharine Hilbery. They knew each other so slightly that the beginning of intimacy, which Katharine seemed to initiate by talking about herself, had something solemn in it, and they were silent, as if to decide whether to proceed or not. They tested the ground. "Ah, but I want to trample u... | will always be able to say that you ve done something, whereas, in a crowd like this, I feel rather melancholy." "In a crowd? Why in a crowd?" Mary asked, deepening the two lines between her eyes, and hoisting herself nearer to Katharine upon the window-sill. "Don t you see how many different things these people care a... | like a flock of sheep, aren t they?" she said, referring to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her. Katharine turned and smiled. "I wonder what they re making such a noise about?" she said. "The Elizabethans, I suppose." "No, I don t think it s got anything to do with the Elizabethans. There! Didn t ... | lips expressing the utmost sensibility, somehow recalled a Roman head bound with laurel, cut upon a circle of semi-transparent reddish stone. It had dignity and character. By profession a clerk in a Government office, he was one of those martyred spirits to whom literature is at once a source of divine joy and of almos... | she said, rather distantly, as if feeling her way among the phantoms of an unknown world. "Oh dear no," said Mary at once. "Well, I think I do," Katharine continued, with half a sigh. "You will always be able to say that you ve done something, whereas, in a crowd like this, I feel rather melancholy." "In a crowd? Why i... | Night And Day |
"Yes, they re very like sheep," | Mary Datchet | silent Mary was slightly embarrassed.<|quote|>"Yes, they re very like sheep,"</|quote|>she repeated, foolishly. "And yet | for itself. When Katharine remained silent Mary was slightly embarrassed.<|quote|>"Yes, they re very like sheep,"</|quote|>she repeated, foolishly. "And yet they are very clever at | about herself or to initiate a friendship having, apparently, left her. Mary was struck by her capacity for being thus easily silent, and occupied with her own thoughts. It was a habit that spoke of loneliness and a mind thinking for itself. When Katharine remained silent Mary was slightly embarrassed.<|quote|>"Yes, th... | thought which had led her to this conclusion. "One doesn t necessarily trample upon people s bodies because one runs an office," Mary remarked. "No. Perhaps not," Katharine replied. The conversation lapsed, and Mary saw Katharine looking out into the room rather moodily with closed lips, the desire to talk about hersel... | want to assert myself, and it s difficult, if one hasn t a profession." Mary smiled, thinking that to beat people down was a process that should present no difficulty to Miss Katharine Hilbery. They knew each other so slightly that the beginning of intimacy, which Katharine seemed to initiate by talking about herself, ... | politics?" Mary speculated. "I suppose, if we had votes, we should, too." "I dare say we should. And you spend your life in getting us votes, don t you?" "I do," said Mary, stoutly. "From ten to six every day I m at it." Katharine looked at Ralph Denham, who was now pounding his way through the metaphysics of metaphor ... | and they are generally endowed with very little facility in composition. They condemn whatever they produce. Moreover, the violence of their feelings is such that they seldom meet with adequate sympathy, and being rendered very sensitive by their cultivated perceptions, suffer constant slights both to their own persons... | to the noise that rose from the scattered bodies beneath her. Katharine turned and smiled. "I wonder what they re making such a noise about?" she said. "The Elizabethans, I suppose." "No, I don t think it s got anything to do with the Elizabethans. There! Didn t you hear them say, Insurance Bill ?" "I wonder why men al... | Night And Day |
she repeated, foolishly. | No speaker | they re very like sheep,"<|quote|>she repeated, foolishly.</|quote|>"And yet they are very | Mary was slightly embarrassed. "Yes, they re very like sheep,"<|quote|>she repeated, foolishly.</|quote|>"And yet they are very clever at least," Katharine added, | friendship having, apparently, left her. Mary was struck by her capacity for being thus easily silent, and occupied with her own thoughts. It was a habit that spoke of loneliness and a mind thinking for itself. When Katharine remained silent Mary was slightly embarrassed. "Yes, they re very like sheep,"<|quote|>she rep... | this conclusion. "One doesn t necessarily trample upon people s bodies because one runs an office," Mary remarked. "No. Perhaps not," Katharine replied. The conversation lapsed, and Mary saw Katharine looking out into the room rather moodily with closed lips, the desire to talk about herself or to initiate a friendship... | s difficult, if one hasn t a profession." Mary smiled, thinking that to beat people down was a process that should present no difficulty to Miss Katharine Hilbery. They knew each other so slightly that the beginning of intimacy, which Katharine seemed to initiate by talking about herself, had something solemn in it, an... | we had votes, we should, too." "I dare say we should. And you spend your life in getting us votes, don t you?" "I do," said Mary, stoutly. "From ten to six every day I m at it." Katharine looked at Ralph Denham, who was now pounding his way through the metaphysics of metaphor with Rodney, and was reminded of his talk t... | very little facility in composition. They condemn whatever they produce. Moreover, the violence of their feelings is such that they seldom meet with adequate sympathy, and being rendered very sensitive by their cultivated perceptions, suffer constant slights both to their own persons and to the thing they worship. But ... | wonder why men always talk about politics?" Mary speculated. "I suppose, if we had votes, we should, too." "I dare say we should. And you spend your life in getting us votes, don t you?" "I do," said Mary, stoutly. "From ten to six every day I m at it." Katharine looked at Ralph Denham, who was now pounding his way thr... | Night And Day |
"And yet they are very clever at least," | Katharine Hilbery | like sheep," she repeated, foolishly.<|quote|>"And yet they are very clever at least,"</|quote|>Katharine added, "I suppose they | embarrassed. "Yes, they re very like sheep," she repeated, foolishly.<|quote|>"And yet they are very clever at least,"</|quote|>Katharine added, "I suppose they have all read Webster." "Surely | left her. Mary was struck by her capacity for being thus easily silent, and occupied with her own thoughts. It was a habit that spoke of loneliness and a mind thinking for itself. When Katharine remained silent Mary was slightly embarrassed. "Yes, they re very like sheep," she repeated, foolishly.<|quote|>"And yet they... | doesn t necessarily trample upon people s bodies because one runs an office," Mary remarked. "No. Perhaps not," Katharine replied. The conversation lapsed, and Mary saw Katharine looking out into the room rather moodily with closed lips, the desire to talk about herself or to initiate a friendship having, apparently, l... | one hasn t a profession." Mary smiled, thinking that to beat people down was a process that should present no difficulty to Miss Katharine Hilbery. They knew each other so slightly that the beginning of intimacy, which Katharine seemed to initiate by talking about herself, had something solemn in it, and they were sile... | we should, too." "I dare say we should. And you spend your life in getting us votes, don t you?" "I do," said Mary, stoutly. "From ten to six every day I m at it." Katharine looked at Ralph Denham, who was now pounding his way through the metaphysics of metaphor with Rodney, and was reminded of his talk that Sunday aft... | in composition. They condemn whatever they produce. Moreover, the violence of their feelings is such that they seldom meet with adequate sympathy, and being rendered very sensitive by their cultivated perceptions, suffer constant slights both to their own persons and to the thing they worship. But Rodney could never re... | bodies beneath her. Katharine turned and smiled. "I wonder what they re making such a noise about?" she said. "The Elizabethans, I suppose." "No, I don t think it s got anything to do with the Elizabethans. There! Didn t you hear them say, Insurance Bill ?" "I wonder why men always talk about politics?" Mary speculated... | Night And Day |
Katharine added, | No speaker | are very clever at least,"<|quote|>Katharine added,</|quote|>"I suppose they have all | repeated, foolishly. "And yet they are very clever at least,"<|quote|>Katharine added,</|quote|>"I suppose they have all read Webster." "Surely you don | for being thus easily silent, and occupied with her own thoughts. It was a habit that spoke of loneliness and a mind thinking for itself. When Katharine remained silent Mary was slightly embarrassed. "Yes, they re very like sheep," she repeated, foolishly. "And yet they are very clever at least,"<|quote|>Katharine adde... | because one runs an office," Mary remarked. "No. Perhaps not," Katharine replied. The conversation lapsed, and Mary saw Katharine looking out into the room rather moodily with closed lips, the desire to talk about herself or to initiate a friendship having, apparently, left her. Mary was struck by her capacity for bein... | that to beat people down was a process that should present no difficulty to Miss Katharine Hilbery. They knew each other so slightly that the beginning of intimacy, which Katharine seemed to initiate by talking about herself, had something solemn in it, and they were silent, as if to decide whether to proceed or not. T... | And you spend your life in getting us votes, don t you?" "I do," said Mary, stoutly. "From ten to six every day I m at it." Katharine looked at Ralph Denham, who was now pounding his way through the metaphysics of metaphor with Rodney, and was reminded of his talk that Sunday afternoon. She connected him vaguely with M... | the violence of their feelings is such that they seldom meet with adequate sympathy, and being rendered very sensitive by their cultivated perceptions, suffer constant slights both to their own persons and to the thing they worship. But Rodney could never resist making trial of the sympathies of any one who seemed favo... | I suppose." "No, I don t think it s got anything to do with the Elizabethans. There! Didn t you hear them say, Insurance Bill ?" "I wonder why men always talk about politics?" Mary speculated. "I suppose, if we had votes, we should, too." "I dare say we should. And you spend your life in getting us votes, don t you?" "... | Night And Day |
"I suppose they have all read Webster." | Katharine Hilbery | clever at least," Katharine added,<|quote|>"I suppose they have all read Webster."</|quote|>"Surely you don t think | "And yet they are very clever at least," Katharine added,<|quote|>"I suppose they have all read Webster."</|quote|>"Surely you don t think that a proof of cleverness? | thus easily silent, and occupied with her own thoughts. It was a habit that spoke of loneliness and a mind thinking for itself. When Katharine remained silent Mary was slightly embarrassed. "Yes, they re very like sheep," she repeated, foolishly. "And yet they are very clever at least," Katharine added,<|quote|>"I supp... | runs an office," Mary remarked. "No. Perhaps not," Katharine replied. The conversation lapsed, and Mary saw Katharine looking out into the room rather moodily with closed lips, the desire to talk about herself or to initiate a friendship having, apparently, left her. Mary was struck by her capacity for being thus easil... | beat people down was a process that should present no difficulty to Miss Katharine Hilbery. They knew each other so slightly that the beginning of intimacy, which Katharine seemed to initiate by talking about herself, had something solemn in it, and they were silent, as if to decide whether to proceed or not. They test... | spend your life in getting us votes, don t you?" "I do," said Mary, stoutly. "From ten to six every day I m at it." Katharine looked at Ralph Denham, who was now pounding his way through the metaphysics of metaphor with Rodney, and was reminded of his talk that Sunday afternoon. She connected him vaguely with Mary. "I ... | of their feelings is such that they seldom meet with adequate sympathy, and being rendered very sensitive by their cultivated perceptions, suffer constant slights both to their own persons and to the thing they worship. But Rodney could never resist making trial of the sympathies of any one who seemed favorably dispose... | who was now pounding his way through the metaphysics of metaphor with Rodney, and was reminded of his talk that Sunday afternoon. She connected him vaguely with Mary. "I suppose you re one of the people who think we should all have professions," she said, rather distantly, as if feeling her way among the phantoms of an... | Night And Day |
"Surely you don t think that a proof of cleverness? I ve read Webster, I ve read Ben Jonson, but I don t think myself clever not exactly, at least." | Mary Datchet | they have all read Webster."<|quote|>"Surely you don t think that a proof of cleverness? I ve read Webster, I ve read Ben Jonson, but I don t think myself clever not exactly, at least."</|quote|>"I think you must be | least," Katharine added, "I suppose they have all read Webster."<|quote|>"Surely you don t think that a proof of cleverness? I ve read Webster, I ve read Ben Jonson, but I don t think myself clever not exactly, at least."</|quote|>"I think you must be very clever," Katharine observed. "Why? | own thoughts. It was a habit that spoke of loneliness and a mind thinking for itself. When Katharine remained silent Mary was slightly embarrassed. "Yes, they re very like sheep," she repeated, foolishly. "And yet they are very clever at least," Katharine added, "I suppose they have all read Webster."<|quote|>"Surely y... | not," Katharine replied. The conversation lapsed, and Mary saw Katharine looking out into the room rather moodily with closed lips, the desire to talk about herself or to initiate a friendship having, apparently, left her. Mary was struck by her capacity for being thus easily silent, and occupied with her own thoughts.... | should present no difficulty to Miss Katharine Hilbery. They knew each other so slightly that the beginning of intimacy, which Katharine seemed to initiate by talking about herself, had something solemn in it, and they were silent, as if to decide whether to proceed or not. They tested the ground. "Ah, but I want to tr... | don t you?" "I do," said Mary, stoutly. "From ten to six every day I m at it." Katharine looked at Ralph Denham, who was now pounding his way through the metaphysics of metaphor with Rodney, and was reminded of his talk that Sunday afternoon. She connected him vaguely with Mary. "I suppose you re one of the people who ... | seldom meet with adequate sympathy, and being rendered very sensitive by their cultivated perceptions, suffer constant slights both to their own persons and to the thing they worship. But Rodney could never resist making trial of the sympathies of any one who seemed favorably disposed, and Denham s praise had stimulate... | way among the phantoms of an unknown world. "Oh dear no," said Mary at once. "Well, I think I do," Katharine continued, with half a sigh. "You will always be able to say that you ve done something, whereas, in a crowd like this, I feel rather melancholy." "In a crowd? Why in a crowd?" Mary asked, deepening the two line... | Night And Day |
"I think you must be very clever," | Katharine Hilbery | clever not exactly, at least."<|quote|>"I think you must be very clever,"</|quote|>Katharine observed. "Why? Because I | I don t think myself clever not exactly, at least."<|quote|>"I think you must be very clever,"</|quote|>Katharine observed. "Why? Because I run an office?" "I wasn | she repeated, foolishly. "And yet they are very clever at least," Katharine added, "I suppose they have all read Webster." "Surely you don t think that a proof of cleverness? I ve read Webster, I ve read Ben Jonson, but I don t think myself clever not exactly, at least."<|quote|>"I think you must be very clever,"</|quo... | friendship having, apparently, left her. Mary was struck by her capacity for being thus easily silent, and occupied with her own thoughts. It was a habit that spoke of loneliness and a mind thinking for itself. When Katharine remained silent Mary was slightly embarrassed. "Yes, they re very like sheep," she repeated, f... | solemn in it, and they were silent, as if to decide whether to proceed or not. They tested the ground. "Ah, but I want to trample upon their prostrate bodies!" Katharine announced, a moment later, with a laugh, as if at the train of thought which had led her to this conclusion. "One doesn t necessarily trample upon peo... | the metaphysics of metaphor with Rodney, and was reminded of his talk that Sunday afternoon. She connected him vaguely with Mary. "I suppose you re one of the people who think we should all have professions," she said, rather distantly, as if feeling her way among the phantoms of an unknown world. "Oh dear no," said Ma... | could never resist making trial of the sympathies of any one who seemed favorably disposed, and Denham s praise had stimulated his very susceptible vanity. "You remember the passage just before the death of the Duchess?" he continued, edging still closer to Denham, and adjusting his elbow and knee in an incredibly angu... | with half a sigh. "You will always be able to say that you ve done something, whereas, in a crowd like this, I feel rather melancholy." "In a crowd? Why in a crowd?" Mary asked, deepening the two lines between her eyes, and hoisting herself nearer to Katharine upon the window-sill. "Don t you see how many different thi... | Night And Day |
Katharine observed. | No speaker | you must be very clever,"<|quote|>Katharine observed.</|quote|>"Why? Because I run an | exactly, at least." "I think you must be very clever,"<|quote|>Katharine observed.</|quote|>"Why? Because I run an office?" "I wasn t thinking | very clever at least," Katharine added, "I suppose they have all read Webster." "Surely you don t think that a proof of cleverness? I ve read Webster, I ve read Ben Jonson, but I don t think myself clever not exactly, at least." "I think you must be very clever,"<|quote|>Katharine observed.</|quote|>"Why? Because I run... | struck by her capacity for being thus easily silent, and occupied with her own thoughts. It was a habit that spoke of loneliness and a mind thinking for itself. When Katharine remained silent Mary was slightly embarrassed. "Yes, they re very like sheep," she repeated, foolishly. "And yet they are very clever at least,"... | as if to decide whether to proceed or not. They tested the ground. "Ah, but I want to trample upon their prostrate bodies!" Katharine announced, a moment later, with a laugh, as if at the train of thought which had led her to this conclusion. "One doesn t necessarily trample upon people s bodies because one runs an off... | was reminded of his talk that Sunday afternoon. She connected him vaguely with Mary. "I suppose you re one of the people who think we should all have professions," she said, rather distantly, as if feeling her way among the phantoms of an unknown world. "Oh dear no," said Mary at once. "Well, I think I do," Katharine c... | sympathies of any one who seemed favorably disposed, and Denham s praise had stimulated his very susceptible vanity. "You remember the passage just before the death of the Duchess?" he continued, edging still closer to Denham, and adjusting his elbow and knee in an incredibly angular combination. Here, Katharine, who h... | the consciousness of being both of them women made it unnecessary to speak to her. But Mary, feeling, as she had said, that Katharine was a "personality," wished so much to speak to her that in a few moments she did. "They re exactly like a flock of sheep, aren t they?" she said, referring to the noise that rose from t... | Night And Day |
"Why? Because I run an office?" | Mary Datchet | be very clever," Katharine observed.<|quote|>"Why? Because I run an office?"</|quote|>"I wasn t thinking of | least." "I think you must be very clever," Katharine observed.<|quote|>"Why? Because I run an office?"</|quote|>"I wasn t thinking of that. I was thinking how | at least," Katharine added, "I suppose they have all read Webster." "Surely you don t think that a proof of cleverness? I ve read Webster, I ve read Ben Jonson, but I don t think myself clever not exactly, at least." "I think you must be very clever," Katharine observed.<|quote|>"Why? Because I run an office?"</|quote|... | her capacity for being thus easily silent, and occupied with her own thoughts. It was a habit that spoke of loneliness and a mind thinking for itself. When Katharine remained silent Mary was slightly embarrassed. "Yes, they re very like sheep," she repeated, foolishly. "And yet they are very clever at least," Katharine... | to decide whether to proceed or not. They tested the ground. "Ah, but I want to trample upon their prostrate bodies!" Katharine announced, a moment later, with a laugh, as if at the train of thought which had led her to this conclusion. "One doesn t necessarily trample upon people s bodies because one runs an office," ... | of his talk that Sunday afternoon. She connected him vaguely with Mary. "I suppose you re one of the people who think we should all have professions," she said, rather distantly, as if feeling her way among the phantoms of an unknown world. "Oh dear no," said Mary at once. "Well, I think I do," Katharine continued, wit... | any one who seemed favorably disposed, and Denham s praise had stimulated his very susceptible vanity. "You remember the passage just before the death of the Duchess?" he continued, edging still closer to Denham, and adjusting his elbow and knee in an incredibly angular combination. Here, Katharine, who had been cut of... | conscious of Mary s body beside her, but, at the same time, the consciousness of being both of them women made it unnecessary to speak to her. But Mary, feeling, as she had said, that Katharine was a "personality," wished so much to speak to her that in a few moments she did. "They re exactly like a flock of sheep, are... | Night And Day |
"I wasn t thinking of that. I was thinking how you live alone in this room, and have parties." | Katharine Hilbery | Because I run an office?"<|quote|>"I wasn t thinking of that. I was thinking how you live alone in this room, and have parties."</|quote|>Mary reflected for a second. | very clever," Katharine observed. "Why? Because I run an office?"<|quote|>"I wasn t thinking of that. I was thinking how you live alone in this room, and have parties."</|quote|>Mary reflected for a second. "It means, chiefly, a power | they have all read Webster." "Surely you don t think that a proof of cleverness? I ve read Webster, I ve read Ben Jonson, but I don t think myself clever not exactly, at least." "I think you must be very clever," Katharine observed. "Why? Because I run an office?"<|quote|>"I wasn t thinking of that. I was thinking how ... | silent, and occupied with her own thoughts. It was a habit that spoke of loneliness and a mind thinking for itself. When Katharine remained silent Mary was slightly embarrassed. "Yes, they re very like sheep," she repeated, foolishly. "And yet they are very clever at least," Katharine added, "I suppose they have all re... | not. They tested the ground. "Ah, but I want to trample upon their prostrate bodies!" Katharine announced, a moment later, with a laugh, as if at the train of thought which had led her to this conclusion. "One doesn t necessarily trample upon people s bodies because one runs an office," Mary remarked. "No. Perhaps not,... | She connected him vaguely with Mary. "I suppose you re one of the people who think we should all have professions," she said, rather distantly, as if feeling her way among the phantoms of an unknown world. "Oh dear no," said Mary at once. "Well, I think I do," Katharine continued, with half a sigh. "You will always be ... | and Denham s praise had stimulated his very susceptible vanity. "You remember the passage just before the death of the Duchess?" he continued, edging still closer to Denham, and adjusting his elbow and knee in an incredibly angular combination. Here, Katharine, who had been cut off by these maneuvers from all communica... | want to beat them down I only mean," she corrected herself, "that I want to assert myself, and it s difficult, if one hasn t a profession." Mary smiled, thinking that to beat people down was a process that should present no difficulty to Miss Katharine Hilbery. They knew each other so slightly that the beginning of int... | Night And Day |
Mary reflected for a second. | No speaker | this room, and have parties."<|quote|>Mary reflected for a second.</|quote|>"It means, chiefly, a power | how you live alone in this room, and have parties."<|quote|>Mary reflected for a second.</|quote|>"It means, chiefly, a power of being disagreeable to one | I ve read Ben Jonson, but I don t think myself clever not exactly, at least." "I think you must be very clever," Katharine observed. "Why? Because I run an office?" "I wasn t thinking of that. I was thinking how you live alone in this room, and have parties."<|quote|>Mary reflected for a second.</|quote|>"It means, chi... | for itself. When Katharine remained silent Mary was slightly embarrassed. "Yes, they re very like sheep," she repeated, foolishly. "And yet they are very clever at least," Katharine added, "I suppose they have all read Webster." "Surely you don t think that a proof of cleverness? I ve read Webster, I ve read Ben Jonson... | later, with a laugh, as if at the train of thought which had led her to this conclusion. "One doesn t necessarily trample upon people s bodies because one runs an office," Mary remarked. "No. Perhaps not," Katharine replied. The conversation lapsed, and Mary saw Katharine looking out into the room rather moodily with c... | have professions," she said, rather distantly, as if feeling her way among the phantoms of an unknown world. "Oh dear no," said Mary at once. "Well, I think I do," Katharine continued, with half a sigh. "You will always be able to say that you ve done something, whereas, in a crowd like this, I feel rather melancholy."... | the Duchess?" he continued, edging still closer to Denham, and adjusting his elbow and knee in an incredibly angular combination. Here, Katharine, who had been cut off by these maneuvers from all communication with the outer world, rose, and seated herself upon the window-sill, where she was joined by Mary Datchet. The... | Mary. "I suppose you re one of the people who think we should all have professions," she said, rather distantly, as if feeling her way among the phantoms of an unknown world. "Oh dear no," said Mary at once. "Well, I think I do," Katharine continued, with half a sigh. "You will always be able to say that you ve done so... | Night And Day |
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