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"It means, chiefly, a power of being disagreeable to one s own family, I think. I have that, perhaps. I didn t want to live at home, and I told my father. He didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and you haven t, have you?" | Mary Datchet | Mary reflected for a second.<|quote|>"It means, chiefly, a power of being disagreeable to one s own family, I think. I have that, perhaps. I didn t want to live at home, and I told my father. He didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and you haven t, have you?"</|quote|>"No, I haven t any | this room, and have parties." Mary reflected for a second.<|quote|>"It means, chiefly, a power of being disagreeable to one s own family, I think. I have that, perhaps. I didn t want to live at home, and I told my father. He didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and you haven t, have you?"</|quote|>"No, I haven ... | 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." Mary reflected for a second.<|quote|>"It means, chiefly, a power of being disagree... | 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, but I don t think myself clever no... | 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 closed lips, the desire t... | 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 ... | 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 could thus survey ... | 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 something, whereas, in a crowd... | Night And Day |
"No, I haven t any sisters." | Katharine Hilbery | you haven t, have you?"<|quote|>"No, I haven t any sisters."</|quote|>"You are writing a life | I have a sister, and you haven t, have you?"<|quote|>"No, I haven t any sisters."</|quote|>"You are writing a life of your grandfather?" Mary pursued. | second. "It means, chiefly, a power of being disagreeable to one s own family, I think. I have that, perhaps. I didn t want to live at home, and I told my father. He didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and you haven t, have you?"<|quote|>"No, I haven t any sisters."</|quote|>"You are writing a life of your gra... | 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." Mary reflected for a second. "It means, chiefly, a power of being disagree... | 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 was a habit that spoke of loneliness and a mind thinking for itself. When Katharine remained silent Mary was slight... | 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 about? And I want to beat them down I only mean," she corrected herself, "that I want t... | 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 determined, phil... | 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 upon their prostrate bodie... | Night And Day |
"You are writing a life of your grandfather?" | Mary Datchet | I haven t any sisters."<|quote|>"You are writing a life of your grandfather?"</|quote|>Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly | haven t, have you?" "No, I haven t any sisters."<|quote|>"You are writing a life of your grandfather?"</|quote|>Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be confronted by some | of being disagreeable to one s own family, I think. I have that, perhaps. I didn t want to live at home, and I told my father. He didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and you haven t, have you?" "No, I haven t any sisters."<|quote|>"You are writing a life of your grandfather?"</|quote|>Mary pursued. Katharine s... | 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." Mary reflected for a second. "It means, chiefly, a power of being disagreeable to one s own family, ... | 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. "Yes, they re ve... | 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, "that I want to assert myself, and it s difficu... | 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 he could ... | 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." Mary smiled, thinking that to beat people down was a process that ... | Night And Day |
Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be confronted by some familiar thought from which she wished to escape. She replied, | No speaker | a life of your grandfather?"<|quote|>Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be confronted by some familiar thought from which she wished to escape. She replied,</|quote|>"Yes, I am helping my | any sisters." "You are writing a life of your grandfather?"<|quote|>Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be confronted by some familiar thought from which she wished to escape. She replied,</|quote|>"Yes, I am helping my mother," in such a way | I think. I have that, perhaps. I didn t want to live at home, and I told my father. He didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and you haven t, have you?" "No, I haven t any sisters." "You are writing a life of your grandfather?"<|quote|>Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be confronted by some familiar th... | 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." Mary reflected for a second. "It means, chiefly, a power of being disagreeable to one s own family, I think. I have that, perhaps. I didn t want to... | 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, foolishly. "And yet ... | 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, "that I want to assert myself, and it s difficult, if one hasn t a profession." Mary smiled, ... | 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 pleasantly excited... | "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." Mary smiled, thinking that to beat people down was a process that should present no difficulty to Miss Katha... | Night And Day |
"Yes, I am helping my mother," | Katharine Hilbery | wished to escape. She replied,<|quote|>"Yes, I am helping my mother,"</|quote|>in such a way that | familiar thought from which she wished to escape. She replied,<|quote|>"Yes, I am helping my mother,"</|quote|>in such a way that Mary felt herself baffled, and | didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and you haven t, have you?" "No, I haven t any sisters." "You are writing a life of your grandfather?" Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be confronted by some familiar thought from which she wished to escape. She replied,<|quote|>"Yes, I am helping my mother,"</|qu... | was thinking how you live alone in this room, and have parties." Mary reflected for a second. "It means, chiefly, a power of being disagreeable to one s own family, I think. I have that, perhaps. I didn t want to live at home, and I told my father. He didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and you haven t, have y... | 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." "Surely you don t think that a ... | 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 Hilbery. They ... | 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, and at any moment one of ... | 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," Katharine replied. The conversation lapsed, and Mary s... | Night And Day |
in such a way that Mary felt herself baffled, and put back again into the position in which she had been at the beginning of their talk. It seemed to her that Katharine possessed a curious power of drawing near and receding, which sent alternate emotions through her far more quickly than was usual, and kept her in a co... | No speaker | I am helping my mother,"<|quote|>in such a way that Mary felt herself baffled, and put back again into the position in which she had been at the beginning of their talk. It seemed to her that Katharine possessed a curious power of drawing near and receding, which sent alternate emotions through her far more quickly tha... | to escape. She replied, "Yes, I am helping my mother,"<|quote|>in such a way that Mary felt herself baffled, and put back again into the position in which she had been at the beginning of their talk. It seemed to her that Katharine possessed a curious power of drawing near and receding, which sent alternate emotions th... | I have a sister, and you haven t, have you?" "No, I haven t any sisters." "You are writing a life of your grandfather?" Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be confronted by some familiar thought from which she wished to escape. She replied, "Yes, I am helping my mother,"<|quote|>in such a way that Mary felt her... | in this room, and have parties." Mary reflected for a second. "It means, chiefly, a power of being disagreeable to one s own family, I think. I have that, perhaps. I didn t want to live at home, and I told my father. He didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and you haven t, have you?" "No, I haven t any sisters.... | 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." "Surely you don t think that a proof of cleverness? I ve ... | 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 Hilbery. They knew each other so slightly that the beg... | 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, and at any moment one of them might rise from the floor an... | 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 people s b... | Night And Day |
"She s an egoist," | Mary Datchet | of the convenient term "egoist."<|quote|>"She s an egoist,"</|quote|>she said to herself, and | classify her, Mary bethought her of the convenient term "egoist."<|quote|>"She s an egoist,"</|quote|>she said to herself, and stored that word up to | their talk. It seemed to her that Katharine possessed a curious power of drawing near and receding, which sent alternate emotions through her far more quickly than was usual, and kept her in a condition of curious alertness. Desiring to classify her, Mary bethought her of the convenient term "egoist."<|quote|>"She s an... | pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be confronted by some familiar thought from which she wished to escape. She replied, "Yes, I am helping my mother," in such a way that Mary felt herself baffled, and put back again into the position in which she had been at the beginning of their talk. It seemed to her that Kathar... | 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." Mary reflected for a second. "It means, chiefly, a power of being disagreeable to one s own family, I think. I have that, perhaps. I didn t want to liv... | 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 people s bodies b... | 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 "personality," wished so much to speak to he... | 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, had something solemn in... | Night And Day |
she said to herself, and stored that word up to give to Ralph one day when, as it would certainly fall out, they were discussing Miss Hilbery. | No speaker | "egoist." "She s an egoist,"<|quote|>she said to herself, and stored that word up to give to Ralph one day when, as it would certainly fall out, they were discussing Miss Hilbery.</|quote|>"Heavens, what a mess there | her of the convenient term "egoist." "She s an egoist,"<|quote|>she said to herself, and stored that word up to give to Ralph one day when, as it would certainly fall out, they were discussing Miss Hilbery.</|quote|>"Heavens, what a mess there ll be to-morrow morning!" Katharine | to her that Katharine possessed a curious power of drawing near and receding, which sent alternate emotions through her far more quickly than was usual, and kept her in a condition of curious alertness. Desiring to classify her, Mary bethought her of the convenient term "egoist." "She s an egoist,"<|quote|>she said to ... | to be confronted by some familiar thought from which she wished to escape. She replied, "Yes, I am helping my mother," in such a way that Mary felt herself baffled, and put back again into the position in which she had been at the beginning of their talk. It seemed to her that Katharine possessed a curious power of dra... | 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." Mary reflected for a second. "It means, chiefly, a power of being disagreeable to one s own family, I think. I have that, perhaps. I didn t want to live at home, and I told ... | 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... | 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... | 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," Kathar... | Night And Day |
"Heavens, what a mess there ll be to-morrow morning!" | Katharine Hilbery | they were discussing Miss Hilbery.<|quote|>"Heavens, what a mess there ll be to-morrow morning!"</|quote|>Katharine exclaimed. "I hope you | it would certainly fall out, they were discussing Miss Hilbery.<|quote|>"Heavens, what a mess there ll be to-morrow morning!"</|quote|>Katharine exclaimed. "I hope you don t sleep in this | her in a condition of curious alertness. Desiring to classify her, Mary bethought her of the convenient term "egoist." "She s an egoist," she said to herself, and stored that word up to give to Ralph one day when, as it would certainly fall out, they were discussing Miss Hilbery.<|quote|>"Heavens, what a mess there ll ... | felt herself baffled, and put back again into the position in which she had been at the beginning of their talk. It seemed to her that Katharine possessed a curious power of drawing near and receding, which sent alternate emotions through her far more quickly than was usual, and kept her in a condition of curious alert... | Mary reflected for a second. "It means, chiefly, a power of being disagreeable to one s own family, I think. I have that, perhaps. I didn t want to live at home, and I told my father. He didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and you haven t, have you?" "No, I haven t any sisters." "You are writing a life of your... | 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... | 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 beneath her. Kathari... | 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," she corrected herself, "that I want to asser... | Night And Day |
Katharine exclaimed. | No speaker | there ll be to-morrow morning!"<|quote|>Katharine exclaimed.</|quote|>"I hope you don t | Hilbery. "Heavens, what a mess there ll be to-morrow morning!"<|quote|>Katharine exclaimed.</|quote|>"I hope you don t sleep in this room, Miss | classify her, Mary bethought her of the convenient term "egoist." "She s an egoist," she said to herself, and stored that word up to give to Ralph one day when, as it would certainly fall out, they were discussing Miss Hilbery. "Heavens, what a mess there ll be to-morrow morning!"<|quote|>Katharine exclaimed.</|quote|>... | position in which she had been at the beginning of their talk. It seemed to her that Katharine possessed a curious power of drawing near and receding, which sent alternate emotions through her far more quickly than was usual, and kept her in a condition of curious alertness. Desiring to classify her, Mary bethought her... | power of being disagreeable to one s own family, I think. I have that, perhaps. I didn t want to live at home, and I told my father. He didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and you haven t, have you?" "No, I haven t any sisters." "You are writing a life of your grandfather?" Mary pursued. Katharine seemed insta... | 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 closed lips, the desire to talk about her... | 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 smiled. "I wonder what they re ma... | 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 lines between her eyes, and... | Night And Day |
"I hope you don t sleep in this room, Miss Datchet?" | Katharine Hilbery | be to-morrow morning!" Katharine exclaimed.<|quote|>"I hope you don t sleep in this room, Miss Datchet?"</|quote|>Mary laughed. "What are you | what a mess there ll be to-morrow morning!" Katharine exclaimed.<|quote|>"I hope you don t sleep in this room, Miss Datchet?"</|quote|>Mary laughed. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine demanded. "I | Mary bethought her of the convenient term "egoist." "She s an egoist," she said to herself, and stored that word up to give to Ralph one day when, as it would certainly fall out, they were discussing Miss Hilbery. "Heavens, what a mess there ll be to-morrow morning!" Katharine exclaimed.<|quote|>"I hope you don t sleep... | which she had been at the beginning of their talk. It seemed to her that Katharine possessed a curious power of drawing near and receding, which sent alternate emotions through her far more quickly than was usual, and kept her in a condition of curious alertness. Desiring to classify her, Mary bethought her of the conv... | being disagreeable to one s own family, I think. I have that, perhaps. I didn t want to live at home, and I told my father. He didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and you haven t, have you?" "No, I haven t any sisters." "You are writing a life of your grandfather?" Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to b... | 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 herself or to ... | 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... | 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, bu... | Night And Day |
Mary laughed. | No speaker | in this room, Miss Datchet?"<|quote|>Mary laughed.</|quote|>"What are you laughing at?" | hope you don t sleep in this room, Miss Datchet?"<|quote|>Mary laughed.</|quote|>"What are you laughing at?" Katharine demanded. "I won t | egoist," she said to herself, and stored that word up to give to Ralph one day when, as it would certainly fall out, they were discussing Miss Hilbery. "Heavens, what a mess there ll be to-morrow morning!" Katharine exclaimed. "I hope you don t sleep in this room, Miss Datchet?"<|quote|>Mary laughed.</|quote|>"What are... | seemed to her that Katharine possessed a curious power of drawing near and receding, which sent alternate emotions through her far more quickly than was usual, and kept her in a condition of curious alertness. Desiring to classify her, Mary bethought her of the convenient term "egoist." "She s an egoist," she said to h... | that, perhaps. I didn t want to live at home, and I told my father. He didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and you haven t, have you?" "No, I haven t any sisters." "You are writing a life of your grandfather?" Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be confronted by some familiar thought from which she wis... | 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, left her. Mary was st... | 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 ... | 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." Mary reflected for a second. "It means, chiefly, a power of being disagreeable to one s own family, I think. I have that, perhaps.... | Night And Day |
"What are you laughing at?" | Katharine Hilbery | room, Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed.<|quote|>"What are you laughing at?"</|quote|>Katharine demanded. "I won t | don t sleep in this room, Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed.<|quote|>"What are you laughing at?"</|quote|>Katharine demanded. "I won t tell you." "Let me guess. | said to herself, and stored that word up to give to Ralph one day when, as it would certainly fall out, they were discussing Miss Hilbery. "Heavens, what a mess there ll be to-morrow morning!" Katharine exclaimed. "I hope you don t sleep in this room, Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed.<|quote|>"What are you laughing at?"</|q... | her that Katharine possessed a curious power of drawing near and receding, which sent alternate emotions through her far more quickly than was usual, and kept her in a condition of curious alertness. Desiring to classify her, Mary bethought her of the convenient term "egoist." "She s an egoist," she said to herself, an... | I didn t want to live at home, and I told my father. He didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and you haven t, have you?" "No, I haven t any sisters." "You are writing a life of your grandfather?" Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be confronted by some familiar thought from which she wished to escape. ... | 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, left her. Mary was struck by her c... | 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 t think ... | 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, left her.... | Night And Day |
Katharine demanded. | No speaker | "What are you laughing at?"<|quote|>Katharine demanded.</|quote|>"I won t tell you." | room, Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed. "What are you laughing at?"<|quote|>Katharine demanded.</|quote|>"I won t tell you." "Let me guess. You were | that word up to give to Ralph one day when, as it would certainly fall out, they were discussing Miss Hilbery. "Heavens, what a mess there ll be to-morrow morning!" Katharine exclaimed. "I hope you don t sleep in this room, Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed. "What are you laughing at?"<|quote|>Katharine demanded.</|quote|>"I... | curious power of drawing near and receding, which sent alternate emotions through her far more quickly than was usual, and kept her in a condition of curious alertness. Desiring to classify her, Mary bethought her of the convenient term "egoist." "She s an egoist," she said to herself, and stored that word up to give t... | live at home, and I told my father. He didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and you haven t, have you?" "No, I haven t any sisters." "You are writing a life of your grandfather?" Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be confronted by some familiar thought from which she wished to escape. She replied, "Yes... | 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... | 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 got anything to ... | "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," Katharine replied. The conv... | Night And Day |
"I won t tell you." | Mary Datchet | you laughing at?" Katharine demanded.<|quote|>"I won t tell you."</|quote|>"Let me guess. You were | Datchet?" Mary laughed. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine demanded.<|quote|>"I won t tell you."</|quote|>"Let me guess. You were laughing because you thought I | up to give to Ralph one day when, as it would certainly fall out, they were discussing Miss Hilbery. "Heavens, what a mess there ll be to-morrow morning!" Katharine exclaimed. "I hope you don t sleep in this room, Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine demanded.<|quote|>"I won t tell you."</... | of drawing near and receding, which sent alternate emotions through her far more quickly than was usual, and kept her in a condition of curious alertness. Desiring to classify her, Mary bethought her of the convenient term "egoist." "She s an egoist," she said to herself, and stored that word up to give to Ralph one da... | home, and I told my father. He didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and you haven t, have you?" "No, I haven t any sisters." "You are writing a life of your grandfather?" Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be confronted by some familiar thought from which she wished to escape. She replied, "Yes, I am h... | 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 easily silent... | 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 wit... | 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 was a habit that spoke of loneliness and a mind thinking for itself. When Katharine remained silent Mary was slightly embarrasse... | Night And Day |
"Let me guess. You were laughing because you thought I d changed the conversation?" | Katharine Hilbery | "I won t tell you."<|quote|>"Let me guess. You were laughing because you thought I d changed the conversation?"</|quote|>"No." "Because you think" She | you laughing at?" Katharine demanded. "I won t tell you."<|quote|>"Let me guess. You were laughing because you thought I d changed the conversation?"</|quote|>"No." "Because you think" She paused. "If you want to | one day when, as it would certainly fall out, they were discussing Miss Hilbery. "Heavens, what a mess there ll be to-morrow morning!" Katharine exclaimed. "I hope you don t sleep in this room, Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine demanded. "I won t tell you."<|quote|>"Let me guess. You we... | which sent alternate emotions through her far more quickly than was usual, and kept her in a condition of curious alertness. Desiring to classify her, Mary bethought her of the convenient term "egoist." "She s an egoist," she said to herself, and stored that word up to give to Ralph one day when, as it would certainly ... | father. He didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and you haven t, have you?" "No, I haven t any sisters." "You are writing a life of your grandfather?" Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be confronted by some familiar thought from which she wished to escape. She replied, "Yes, I am helping my mother," i... | 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.... | 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!... | own family, I think. I have that, perhaps. I didn t want to live at home, and I told my father. He didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and you haven t, have you?" "No, I haven t any sisters." "You are writing a life of your grandfather?" Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be confronted by some familia... | Night And Day |
"No." | Mary Datchet | I d changed the conversation?"<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>"Because you think" She paused. | were laughing because you thought I d changed the conversation?"<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>"Because you think" She paused. "If you want to know, | "Heavens, what a mess there ll be to-morrow morning!" Katharine exclaimed. "I hope you don t sleep in this room, Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine demanded. "I won t tell you." "Let me guess. You were laughing because you thought I d changed the conversation?"<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>"Be... | her in a condition of curious alertness. Desiring to classify her, Mary bethought her of the convenient term "egoist." "She s an egoist," she said to herself, and stored that word up to give to Ralph one day when, as it would certainly fall out, they were discussing Miss Hilbery. "Heavens, what a mess there ll be to-mo... | haven t, have you?" "No, I haven t any sisters." "You are writing a life of your grandfather?" Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be confronted by some familiar thought from which she wished to escape. She replied, "Yes, I am helping my mother," in such a way that Mary felt herself baffled, and put back again ... | 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 was a habit that spoke of loneliness and a mind thinking for itself. When Katharine remain... | 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 always ta... | I was thinking how you live alone in this room, and have parties." Mary reflected for a second. "It means, chiefly, a power of being disagreeable to one s own family, I think. I have that, perhaps. I didn t want to live at home, and I told my father. He didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and you haven t, have... | Night And Day |
"Because you think" | Katharine Hilbery | d changed the conversation?" "No."<|quote|>"Because you think"</|quote|>She paused. "If you want | laughing because you thought I d changed the conversation?" "No."<|quote|>"Because you think"</|quote|>She paused. "If you want to know, I was laughing | what a mess there ll be to-morrow morning!" Katharine exclaimed. "I hope you don t sleep in this room, Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine demanded. "I won t tell you." "Let me guess. You were laughing because you thought I d changed the conversation?" "No."<|quote|>"Because you think"</|... | in a condition of curious alertness. Desiring to classify her, Mary bethought her of the convenient term "egoist." "She s an egoist," she said to herself, and stored that word up to give to Ralph one day when, as it would certainly fall out, they were discussing Miss Hilbery. "Heavens, what a mess there ll be to-morrow... | t, have you?" "No, I haven t any sisters." "You are writing a life of your grandfather?" Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be confronted by some familiar thought from which she wished to escape. She replied, "Yes, I am helping my mother," in such a way that Mary felt herself baffled, and put back again into t... | 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 was a habit that spoke of loneliness and a mind thinking for itself. When Katharine remained si... | 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 always talk abo... | 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. "Why? Because I run an office?" "I wasn t thinking of that.... | Night And Day |
She paused. | No speaker | conversation?" "No." "Because you think"<|quote|>She paused.</|quote|>"If you want to know, | thought I d changed the conversation?" "No." "Because you think"<|quote|>She paused.</|quote|>"If you want to know, I was laughing at the | there ll be to-morrow morning!" Katharine exclaimed. "I hope you don t sleep in this room, Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine demanded. "I won t tell you." "Let me guess. You were laughing because you thought I d changed the conversation?" "No." "Because you think"<|quote|>She paused.</|... | of curious alertness. Desiring to classify her, Mary bethought her of the convenient term "egoist." "She s an egoist," she said to herself, and stored that word up to give to Ralph one day when, as it would certainly fall out, they were discussing Miss Hilbery. "Heavens, what a mess there ll be to-morrow morning!" Kath... | "No, I haven t any sisters." "You are writing a life of your grandfather?" Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be confronted by some familiar thought from which she wished to escape. She replied, "Yes, I am helping my mother," in such a way that Mary felt herself baffled, and put back again into the position in... | 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 was a habit that spoke of loneliness and a mind thinking for itself. When Katharine remained silent Mary was slight... | 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... | 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." "Surely you don t... | Night And Day |
"If you want to know, I was laughing at the way you said Miss Datchet." | Mary Datchet | "Because you think" She paused.<|quote|>"If you want to know, I was laughing at the way you said Miss Datchet."</|quote|>"Mary, then. Mary, Mary, Mary." | d changed the conversation?" "No." "Because you think" She paused.<|quote|>"If you want to know, I was laughing at the way you said Miss Datchet."</|quote|>"Mary, then. Mary, Mary, Mary." So saying, Katharine drew back | be to-morrow morning!" Katharine exclaimed. "I hope you don t sleep in this room, Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine demanded. "I won t tell you." "Let me guess. You were laughing because you thought I d changed the conversation?" "No." "Because you think" She paused.<|quote|>"If you wan... | alertness. Desiring to classify her, Mary bethought her of the convenient term "egoist." "She s an egoist," she said to herself, and stored that word up to give to Ralph one day when, as it would certainly fall out, they were discussing Miss Hilbery. "Heavens, what a mess there ll be to-morrow morning!" Katharine excla... | haven t any sisters." "You are writing a life of your grandfather?" Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be confronted by some familiar thought from which she wished to escape. She replied, "Yes, I am helping my mother," in such a way that Mary felt herself baffled, and put back again into the position in which ... | 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 was a habit that spoke of loneliness and a mind thinking for itself. When Katharine remained silent Mary was slightly embarrasse... | 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... | 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. "Yes, they re very like sheep," she ... | Night And Day |
"Mary, then. Mary, Mary, Mary." | Katharine Hilbery | way you said Miss Datchet."<|quote|>"Mary, then. Mary, Mary, Mary."</|quote|>So saying, Katharine drew back | I was laughing at the way you said Miss Datchet."<|quote|>"Mary, then. Mary, Mary, Mary."</|quote|>So saying, Katharine drew back the curtain in order, perhaps, | Datchet?" Mary laughed. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine demanded. "I won t tell you." "Let me guess. You were laughing because you thought I d changed the conversation?" "No." "Because you think" She paused. "If you want to know, I was laughing at the way you said Miss Datchet."<|quote|>"Mary, then. Mary, Mary, M... | an egoist," she said to herself, and stored that word up to give to Ralph one day when, as it would certainly fall out, they were discussing Miss Hilbery. "Heavens, what a mess there ll be to-morrow morning!" Katharine exclaimed. "I hope you don t sleep in this room, Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed. "What are you laughing ... | seemed instantly to be confronted by some familiar thought from which she wished to escape. She replied, "Yes, I am helping my mother," in such a way that Mary felt herself baffled, and put back again into the position in which she had been at the beginning of their talk. It seemed to her that Katharine possessed a cur... | 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. "And yet they are very clever 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 we should. And you spend y... | 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,"... | Night And Day |
So saying, Katharine drew back the curtain in order, perhaps, to conceal the momentary flush of pleasure which is caused by coming perceptibly nearer to another person. | No speaker | "Mary, then. Mary, Mary, Mary."<|quote|>So saying, Katharine drew back the curtain in order, perhaps, to conceal the momentary flush of pleasure which is caused by coming perceptibly nearer to another person.</|quote|>"Mary Datchet," said Mary. "It | way you said Miss Datchet." "Mary, then. Mary, Mary, Mary."<|quote|>So saying, Katharine drew back the curtain in order, perhaps, to conceal the momentary flush of pleasure which is caused by coming perceptibly nearer to another person.</|quote|>"Mary Datchet," said Mary. "It s not such an imposing | you laughing at?" Katharine demanded. "I won t tell you." "Let me guess. You were laughing because you thought I d changed the conversation?" "No." "Because you think" She paused. "If you want to know, I was laughing at the way you said Miss Datchet." "Mary, then. Mary, Mary, Mary."<|quote|>So saying, Katharine drew ba... | herself, and stored that word up to give to Ralph one day when, as it would certainly fall out, they were discussing Miss Hilbery. "Heavens, what a mess there ll be to-morrow morning!" Katharine exclaimed. "I hope you don t sleep in this room, Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine demanded.... | by some familiar thought from which she wished to escape. She replied, "Yes, I am helping my mother," in such a way that Mary felt herself baffled, and put back again into the position in which she had been at the beginning of their talk. It seemed to her that Katharine possessed a curious power of drawing near and rec... | 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 add... | 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 we should. And you spend your life in getting us votes,... | sisters." "You are writing a life of your grandfather?" Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be confronted by some familiar thought from which she wished to escape. She replied, "Yes, I am helping my mother," in such a way that Mary felt herself baffled, and put back again into the position in which she had been... | Night And Day |
"Mary Datchet," | Mary Datchet | perceptibly nearer to another person.<|quote|>"Mary Datchet,"</|quote|>said Mary. "It s not | which is caused by coming perceptibly nearer to another person.<|quote|>"Mary Datchet,"</|quote|>said Mary. "It s not such an imposing name as | think" She paused. "If you want to know, I was laughing at the way you said Miss Datchet." "Mary, then. Mary, Mary, Mary." So saying, Katharine drew back the curtain in order, perhaps, to conceal the momentary flush of pleasure which is caused by coming perceptibly nearer to another person.<|quote|>"Mary Datchet,"</|qu... | mess there ll be to-morrow morning!" Katharine exclaimed. "I hope you don t sleep in this room, Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine demanded. "I won t tell you." "Let me guess. You were laughing because you thought I d changed the conversation?" "No." "Because you think" She paused. "If y... | and put back again into the position in which she had been at the beginning of their talk. It seemed to her that Katharine possessed a curious power of drawing near and receding, which sent alternate emotions through her far more quickly than was usual, and kept her in a condition of curious alertness. Desiring to clas... | 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, but I don t thi... | "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 way ... | "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, but I don t think myself clever not exactly, at least." "I think you mus... | Night And Day |
said Mary. | No speaker | to another person. "Mary Datchet,"<|quote|>said Mary.</|quote|>"It s not such an | caused by coming perceptibly nearer to another person. "Mary Datchet,"<|quote|>said Mary.</|quote|>"It s not such an imposing name as Katharine Hilbery, | paused. "If you want to know, I was laughing at the way you said Miss Datchet." "Mary, then. Mary, Mary, Mary." So saying, Katharine drew back the curtain in order, perhaps, to conceal the momentary flush of pleasure which is caused by coming perceptibly nearer to another person. "Mary Datchet,"<|quote|>said Mary.</|qu... | ll be to-morrow morning!" Katharine exclaimed. "I hope you don t sleep in this room, Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine demanded. "I won t tell you." "Let me guess. You were laughing because you thought I d changed the conversation?" "No." "Because you think" She paused. "If you want to ... | back again into the position in which she had been at the beginning of their talk. It seemed to her that Katharine possessed a curious power of drawing near and receding, which sent alternate emotions through her far more quickly than was usual, and kept her in a condition of curious alertness. Desiring to classify her... | 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, but I don t think myself clever no... | 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... | 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 silent, ... | Night And Day |
"It s not such an imposing name as Katharine Hilbery, I m afraid." | Mary Datchet | person. "Mary Datchet," said Mary.<|quote|>"It s not such an imposing name as Katharine Hilbery, I m afraid."</|quote|>They both looked out of | coming perceptibly nearer to another person. "Mary Datchet," said Mary.<|quote|>"It s not such an imposing name as Katharine Hilbery, I m afraid."</|quote|>They both looked out of the window, first up at | you want to know, I was laughing at the way you said Miss Datchet." "Mary, then. Mary, Mary, Mary." So saying, Katharine drew back the curtain in order, perhaps, to conceal the momentary flush of pleasure which is caused by coming perceptibly nearer to another person. "Mary Datchet," said Mary.<|quote|>"It s not such a... | to-morrow morning!" Katharine exclaimed. "I hope you don t sleep in this room, Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine demanded. "I won t tell you." "Let me guess. You were laughing because you thought I d changed the conversation?" "No." "Because you think" She paused. "If you want to know, ... | into the position in which she had been at the beginning of their talk. It seemed to her that Katharine possessed a curious power of drawing near and receding, which sent alternate emotions through her far more quickly than was usual, and kept her in a condition of curious alertness. Desiring to classify her, Mary beth... | 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, but I don t think myself clever not exactly, a... | 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 the metaph... | think. I have that, perhaps. I didn t want to live at home, and I told my father. He didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and you haven t, have you?" "No, I haven t any sisters." "You are writing a life of your grandfather?" Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be confronted by some familiar thought from... | Night And Day |
They both looked out of the window, first up at the hard silver moon, stationary among a hurry of little grey-blue clouds, and then down upon the roofs of London, with all their upright chimneys, and then below them at the empty moonlit pavement of the street, upon which the joint of each paving-stone was clearly marke... | No speaker | Katharine Hilbery, I m afraid."<|quote|>They both looked out of the window, first up at the hard silver moon, stationary among a hurry of little grey-blue clouds, and then down upon the roofs of London, with all their upright chimneys, and then below them at the empty moonlit pavement of the street, upon which the join... | such an imposing name as Katharine Hilbery, I m afraid."<|quote|>They both looked out of the window, first up at the hard silver moon, stationary among a hurry of little grey-blue clouds, and then down upon the roofs of London, with all their upright chimneys, and then below them at the empty moonlit pavement of the st... | Datchet." "Mary, then. Mary, Mary, Mary." So saying, Katharine drew back the curtain in order, perhaps, to conceal the momentary flush of pleasure which is caused by coming perceptibly nearer to another person. "Mary Datchet," said Mary. "It s not such an imposing name as Katharine Hilbery, I m afraid."<|quote|>They bo... | Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine demanded. "I won t tell you." "Let me guess. You were laughing because you thought I d changed the conversation?" "No." "Because you think" She paused. "If you want to know, I was laughing at the way you said Miss Datchet." "Mary, then. Mary, Mary, Mary... | talk. It seemed to her that Katharine possessed a curious power of drawing near and receding, which sent alternate emotions through her far more quickly than was usual, and kept her in a condition of curious alertness. Desiring to classify her, Mary bethought her of the convenient term "egoist." "She s an egoist," she ... | 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." "I think you must be very clever," Katharine observed. "Why? Because I run an ... | 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 aftern... | Mary felt herself baffled, and put back again into the position in which she had been at the beginning of their talk. It seemed to her that Katharine possessed a curious power of drawing near and receding, which sent alternate emotions through her far more quickly than was usual, and kept her in a condition of curious ... | Night And Day |
"I wonder, Miss Hilbery, whether you remembered to get that picture glazed?" | Ralph Denham | he instantly produced his sentence.<|quote|>"I wonder, Miss Hilbery, whether you remembered to get that picture glazed?"</|quote|>His voice showed that the | watching for this moment, and he instantly produced his sentence.<|quote|>"I wonder, Miss Hilbery, whether you remembered to get that picture glazed?"</|quote|>His voice showed that the question was one that had | that moon against the moon of other nights, held in memory. Some one in the room behind them made a joke about star-gazing, which destroyed their pleasure in it, and they looked back into the room again. Ralph had been watching for this moment, and he instantly produced his sentence.<|quote|>"I wonder, Miss Hilbery, wh... | with all their upright chimneys, and then below them at the empty moonlit pavement of the street, upon which the joint of each paving-stone was clearly marked out. Mary then saw Katharine raise her eyes again to the moon, with a contemplative look in them, as though she were setting that moon against the moon of other ... | "No." "Because you think" She paused. "If you want to know, I was laughing at the way you said Miss Datchet." "Mary, then. Mary, Mary, Mary." So saying, Katharine drew back the curtain in order, perhaps, to conceal the momentary flush of pleasure which is caused by coming perceptibly nearer to another person. "Mary Dat... | haven t, have you?" "No, I haven t any sisters." "You are writing a life of your grandfather?" Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be confronted by some familiar thought from which she wished to escape. She replied, "Yes, I am helping my mother," in such a way that Mary felt herself baffled, and put back again ... | 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 about? And I want to beat them down I only mean," she corrected hers... | "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?" "I wasn t thinking of that. I was thinking how you live alone in this room, and have... | Night And Day |
His voice showed that the question was one that had been prepared. | No speaker | to get that picture glazed?"<|quote|>His voice showed that the question was one that had been prepared.</|quote|>"Oh, you idiot!" Mary exclaimed, | Miss Hilbery, whether you remembered to get that picture glazed?"<|quote|>His voice showed that the question was one that had been prepared.</|quote|>"Oh, you idiot!" Mary exclaimed, very nearly aloud, with a | one in the room behind them made a joke about star-gazing, which destroyed their pleasure in it, and they looked back into the room again. Ralph had been watching for this moment, and he instantly produced his sentence. "I wonder, Miss Hilbery, whether you remembered to get that picture glazed?"<|quote|>His voice showe... | moonlit pavement of the street, upon which the joint of each paving-stone was clearly marked out. Mary then saw Katharine raise her eyes again to the moon, with a contemplative look in them, as though she were setting that moon against the moon of other nights, held in memory. Some one in the room behind them made a jo... | was laughing at the way you said Miss Datchet." "Mary, then. Mary, Mary, Mary." So saying, Katharine drew back the curtain in order, perhaps, to conceal the momentary flush of pleasure which is caused by coming perceptibly nearer to another person. "Mary Datchet," said Mary. "It s not such an imposing name as Katharine... | writing a life of your grandfather?" Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be confronted by some familiar thought from which she wished to escape. She replied, "Yes, I am helping my mother," in such a way that Mary felt herself baffled, and put back again into the position in which she had been at the beginning o... | 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, "that I want to assert myself, and it s difficult, if one ... | 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. "Yes, they re very like sheep," s... | Night And Day |
"Oh, you idiot!" | Mary Datchet | one that had been prepared.<|quote|>"Oh, you idiot!"</|quote|>Mary exclaimed, very nearly aloud, | showed that the question was one that had been prepared.<|quote|>"Oh, you idiot!"</|quote|>Mary exclaimed, very nearly aloud, with a sense that Ralph | destroyed their pleasure in it, and they looked back into the room again. Ralph had been watching for this moment, and he instantly produced his sentence. "I wonder, Miss Hilbery, whether you remembered to get that picture glazed?" His voice showed that the question was one that had been prepared.<|quote|>"Oh, you idio... | was clearly marked out. Mary then saw Katharine raise her eyes again to the moon, with a contemplative look in them, as though she were setting that moon against the moon of other nights, held in memory. Some one in the room behind them made a joke about star-gazing, which destroyed their pleasure in it, and they looke... | Mary, Mary." So saying, Katharine drew back the curtain in order, perhaps, to conceal the momentary flush of pleasure which is caused by coming perceptibly nearer to another person. "Mary Datchet," said Mary. "It s not such an imposing name as Katharine Hilbery, I m afraid." They both looked out of the window, first up... | be confronted by some familiar thought from which she wished to escape. She replied, "Yes, I am helping my mother," in such a way that Mary felt herself baffled, and put back again into the position in which she had been at the beginning of their talk. It seemed to her that Katharine possessed a curious power of drawin... | 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." Mary smiled, thinking that to beat people dow... | 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." Mary reflected for a second. "It means, chiefly, a power of being disagreeable to one s own family, I think. I have that, perhaps. I didn t want to live at home, and I told my father.... | Night And Day |
Mary exclaimed, very nearly aloud, with a sense that Ralph had said something very stupid. So, after three lessons in Latin grammar, one might correct a fellow student, whose knowledge did not embrace the ablative of "mensa." | No speaker | been prepared. "Oh, you idiot!"<|quote|>Mary exclaimed, very nearly aloud, with a sense that Ralph had said something very stupid. So, after three lessons in Latin grammar, one might correct a fellow student, whose knowledge did not embrace the ablative of "mensa."</|quote|>"Picture what picture?" Katharine asked. | question was one that had been prepared. "Oh, you idiot!"<|quote|>Mary exclaimed, very nearly aloud, with a sense that Ralph had said something very stupid. So, after three lessons in Latin grammar, one might correct a fellow student, whose knowledge did not embrace the ablative of "mensa."</|quote|>"Picture what pictu... | in it, and they looked back into the room again. Ralph had been watching for this moment, and he instantly produced his sentence. "I wonder, Miss Hilbery, whether you remembered to get that picture glazed?" His voice showed that the question was one that had been prepared. "Oh, you idiot!"<|quote|>Mary exclaimed, very ... | out. Mary then saw Katharine raise her eyes again to the moon, with a contemplative look in them, as though she were setting that moon against the moon of other nights, held in memory. Some one in the room behind them made a joke about star-gazing, which destroyed their pleasure in it, and they looked back into the roo... | saying, Katharine drew back the curtain in order, perhaps, to conceal the momentary flush of pleasure which is caused by coming perceptibly nearer to another person. "Mary Datchet," said Mary. "It s not such an imposing name as Katharine Hilbery, I m afraid." They both looked out of the window, first up at the hard sil... | some familiar thought from which she wished to escape. She replied, "Yes, I am helping my mother," in such a way that Mary felt herself baffled, and put back again into the position in which she had been at the beginning of their talk. It seemed to her that Katharine possessed a curious power of drawing near and recedi... | 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." Mary smiled, thinking that to beat people down was a process that ... | disagreeable to one s own family, I think. I have that, perhaps. I didn t want to live at home, and I told my father. He didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and you haven t, have you?" "No, I haven t any sisters." "You are writing a life of your grandfather?" Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be conf... | Night And Day |
"Picture what picture?" | Katharine Hilbery | embrace the ablative of "mensa."<|quote|>"Picture what picture?"</|quote|>Katharine asked. "Oh, at home, | student, whose knowledge did not embrace the ablative of "mensa."<|quote|>"Picture what picture?"</|quote|>Katharine asked. "Oh, at home, you mean that Sunday afternoon. | showed that the question was one that had been prepared. "Oh, you idiot!" Mary exclaimed, very nearly aloud, with a sense that Ralph had said something very stupid. So, after three lessons in Latin grammar, one might correct a fellow student, whose knowledge did not embrace the ablative of "mensa."<|quote|>"Picture wha... | the room behind them made a joke about star-gazing, which destroyed their pleasure in it, and they looked back into the room again. Ralph had been watching for this moment, and he instantly produced his sentence. "I wonder, Miss Hilbery, whether you remembered to get that picture glazed?" His voice showed that the ques... | as Katharine Hilbery, I m afraid." They both looked out of the window, first up at the hard silver moon, stationary among a hurry of little grey-blue clouds, and then down upon the roofs of London, with all their upright chimneys, and then below them at the empty moonlit pavement of the street, upon which the joint of ... | been at the beginning of their talk. It seemed to her that Katharine possessed a curious power of drawing near and receding, which sent alternate emotions through her far more quickly than was usual, and kept her in a condition of curious alertness. Desiring to classify her, Mary bethought her of the convenient term "e... | 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, had something solemn in... | 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?" "I wasn t thinking of that. I was thinking how you live alone in this room, and have parties." Mary reflected for a second. "It means, c... | Night And Day |
Katharine asked. | No speaker | of "mensa." "Picture what picture?"<|quote|>Katharine asked.</|quote|>"Oh, at home, you mean | did not embrace the ablative of "mensa." "Picture what picture?"<|quote|>Katharine asked.</|quote|>"Oh, at home, you mean that Sunday afternoon. Was it | question was one that had been prepared. "Oh, you idiot!" Mary exclaimed, very nearly aloud, with a sense that Ralph had said something very stupid. So, after three lessons in Latin grammar, one might correct a fellow student, whose knowledge did not embrace the ablative of "mensa." "Picture what picture?"<|quote|>Kath... | them made a joke about star-gazing, which destroyed their pleasure in it, and they looked back into the room again. Ralph had been watching for this moment, and he instantly produced his sentence. "I wonder, Miss Hilbery, whether you remembered to get that picture glazed?" His voice showed that the question was one tha... | I m afraid." They both looked out of the window, first up at the hard silver moon, stationary among a hurry of little grey-blue clouds, and then down upon the roofs of London, with all their upright chimneys, and then below them at the empty moonlit pavement of the street, upon which the joint of each paving-stone was ... | beginning of their talk. It seemed to her that Katharine possessed a curious power of drawing near and receding, which sent alternate emotions through her far more quickly than was usual, and kept her in a condition of curious alertness. Desiring to classify her, Mary bethought her of the convenient term "egoist." "She... | 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, and ... | thinking of that. I was thinking how you live alone in this room, and have parties." Mary reflected for a second. "It means, chiefly, a power of being disagreeable to one s own family, I think. I have that, perhaps. I didn t want to live at home, and I told my father. He didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and... | Night And Day |
"Oh, at home, you mean that Sunday afternoon. Was it the day Mr. Fortescue came? Yes, I think I remembered it." | Katharine Hilbery | "Picture what picture?" Katharine asked.<|quote|>"Oh, at home, you mean that Sunday afternoon. Was it the day Mr. Fortescue came? Yes, I think I remembered it."</|quote|>The three of them stood | embrace the ablative of "mensa." "Picture what picture?" Katharine asked.<|quote|>"Oh, at home, you mean that Sunday afternoon. Was it the day Mr. Fortescue came? Yes, I think I remembered it."</|quote|>The three of them stood for a moment awkwardly silent, | one that had been prepared. "Oh, you idiot!" Mary exclaimed, very nearly aloud, with a sense that Ralph had said something very stupid. So, after three lessons in Latin grammar, one might correct a fellow student, whose knowledge did not embrace the ablative of "mensa." "Picture what picture?" Katharine asked.<|quote|>... | a joke about star-gazing, which destroyed their pleasure in it, and they looked back into the room again. Ralph had been watching for this moment, and he instantly produced his sentence. "I wonder, Miss Hilbery, whether you remembered to get that picture glazed?" His voice showed that the question was one that had been... | afraid." They both looked out of the window, first up at the hard silver moon, stationary among a hurry of little grey-blue clouds, and then down upon the roofs of London, with all their upright chimneys, and then below them at the empty moonlit pavement of the street, upon which the joint of each paving-stone was clea... | their talk. It seemed to her that Katharine possessed a curious power of drawing near and receding, which sent alternate emotions through her far more quickly than was usual, and kept her in a condition of curious alertness. Desiring to classify her, Mary bethought her of the convenient term "egoist." "She s an egoist,... | 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... | egoist," she said to herself, and stored that word up to give to Ralph one day when, as it would certainly fall out, they were discussing Miss Hilbery. "Heavens, what a mess there ll be to-morrow morning!" Katharine exclaimed. "I hope you don t sleep in this room, Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed. "What are you laughing at?... | Night And Day |
The three of them stood for a moment awkwardly silent, and then Mary left them in order to see that the great pitcher of coffee was properly handled, for beneath all her education she preserved the anxieties of one who owns china. Ralph could think of nothing further to say; but could one have stripped off his mask of ... | No speaker | I think I remembered it."<|quote|>The three of them stood for a moment awkwardly silent, and then Mary left them in order to see that the great pitcher of coffee was properly handled, for beneath all her education she preserved the anxieties of one who owns china. Ralph could think of nothing further to say; but could ... | day Mr. Fortescue came? Yes, I think I remembered it."<|quote|>The three of them stood for a moment awkwardly silent, and then Mary left them in order to see that the great pitcher of coffee was properly handled, for beneath all her education she preserved the anxieties of one who owns china. Ralph could think of nothi... | very stupid. So, after three lessons in Latin grammar, one might correct a fellow student, whose knowledge did not embrace the ablative of "mensa." "Picture what picture?" Katharine asked. "Oh, at home, you mean that Sunday afternoon. Was it the day Mr. Fortescue came? Yes, I think I remembered it."<|quote|>The three o... | watching for this moment, and he instantly produced his sentence. "I wonder, Miss Hilbery, whether you remembered to get that picture glazed?" His voice showed that the question was one that had been prepared. "Oh, you idiot!" Mary exclaimed, very nearly aloud, with a sense that Ralph had said something very stupid. So... | grey-blue clouds, and then down upon the roofs of London, with all their upright chimneys, and then below them at the empty moonlit pavement of the street, upon which the joint of each paving-stone was clearly marked out. Mary then saw Katharine raise her eyes again to the moon, with a contemplative look in them, as th... | through her far more quickly than was usual, and kept her in a condition of curious alertness. Desiring to classify her, Mary bethought her of the convenient term "egoist." "She s an egoist," she said to herself, and stored that word up to give to Ralph one day when, as it would certainly fall out, they were discussing... | 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 upon their prostrate bo... | "It means, chiefly, a power of being disagreeable to one s own family, I think. I have that, perhaps. I didn t want to live at home, and I told my father. He didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and you haven t, have you?" "No, I haven t any sisters." "You are writing a life of your grandfather?" Mary pursued. ... | Night And Day |
"You know the names of the stars, I suppose?" | Ralph Denham | to laugh stirred them slightly.<|quote|>"You know the names of the stars, I suppose?"</|quote|>Denham remarked, and from the | nearly closed, though the desire to laugh stirred them slightly.<|quote|>"You know the names of the stars, I suppose?"</|quote|>Denham remarked, and from the tone of his voice one | very severely. She argued naturally that, if this were the case, the burden of the conversation should rest with him. But she submitted so far as to stand perfectly still, her eyes upon the opposite wall, and her lips very nearly closed, though the desire to laugh stirred them slightly.<|quote|>"You know the names of t... | evident to Katharine that this young man had fixed his mind upon her. She instantly recalled her first impressions of him, and saw herself again proffering family relics. She reverted to the state of mind in which he had left her that Sunday afternoon. She supposed that he judged her very severely. She argued naturally... | order to see that the great pitcher of coffee was properly handled, for beneath all her education she preserved the anxieties of one who owns china. Ralph could think of nothing further to say; but could one have stripped off his mask of flesh, one would have seen that his will-power was rigidly set upon a single objec... | then below them at the empty moonlit pavement of the street, upon which the joint of each paving-stone was clearly marked out. Mary then saw Katharine raise her eyes again to the moon, with a contemplative look in them, as though she were setting that moon against the moon of other nights, held in memory. Some one in t... | 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." Mary reflected for a second. "It means, chiefly, a power of being disagreeable to one ... | each paving-stone was clearly marked out. Mary then saw Katharine raise her eyes again to the moon, with a contemplative look in them, as though she were setting that moon against the moon of other nights, held in memory. Some one in the room behind them made a joke about star-gazing, which destroyed their pleasure in ... | Night And Day |
Denham remarked, and from the tone of his voice one might have thought that he grudged Katharine the knowledge he attributed to her. She kept her voice steady with some difficulty. | No speaker | of the stars, I suppose?"<|quote|>Denham remarked, and from the tone of his voice one might have thought that he grudged Katharine the knowledge he attributed to her. She kept her voice steady with some difficulty.</|quote|>"I know how to find | slightly. "You know the names of the stars, I suppose?"<|quote|>Denham remarked, and from the tone of his voice one might have thought that he grudged Katharine the knowledge he attributed to her. She kept her voice steady with some difficulty.</|quote|>"I know how to find the Pole star if I | the case, the burden of the conversation should rest with him. But she submitted so far as to stand perfectly still, her eyes upon the opposite wall, and her lips very nearly closed, though the desire to laugh stirred them slightly. "You know the names of the stars, I suppose?"<|quote|>Denham remarked, and from the ton... | his mind upon her. She instantly recalled her first impressions of him, and saw herself again proffering family relics. She reverted to the state of mind in which he had left her that Sunday afternoon. She supposed that he judged her very severely. She argued naturally that, if this were the case, the burden of the con... | was properly handled, for beneath all her education she preserved the anxieties of one who owns china. Ralph could think of nothing further to say; but could one have stripped off his mask of flesh, one would have seen that his will-power was rigidly set upon a single object that Miss Hilbery should obey him. He wished... | the street, upon which the joint of each paving-stone was clearly marked out. Mary then saw Katharine raise her eyes again to the moon, with a contemplative look in them, as though she were setting that moon against the moon of other nights, held in memory. Some one in the room behind them made a joke about star-gazing... | 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." Mary reflected for a second. "It means, chiefly, a power of being disagreeable to one s own family, I think. I have that, perhaps.... | in the room behind them made a joke about star-gazing, which destroyed their pleasure in it, and they looked back into the room again. Ralph had been watching for this moment, and he instantly produced his sentence. "I wonder, Miss Hilbery, whether you remembered to get that picture glazed?" His voice showed that the q... | Night And Day |
"I know how to find the Pole star if I m lost." | Katharine Hilbery | voice steady with some difficulty.<|quote|>"I know how to find the Pole star if I m lost."</|quote|>"I don t suppose that | to her. She kept her voice steady with some difficulty.<|quote|>"I know how to find the Pole star if I m lost."</|quote|>"I don t suppose that often happens to you." "No. | nearly closed, though the desire to laugh stirred them slightly. "You know the names of the stars, I suppose?" Denham remarked, and from the tone of his voice one might have thought that he grudged Katharine the knowledge he attributed to her. She kept her voice steady with some difficulty.<|quote|>"I know how to find ... | her that Sunday afternoon. She supposed that he judged her very severely. She argued naturally that, if this were the case, the burden of the conversation should rest with him. But she submitted so far as to stand perfectly still, her eyes upon the opposite wall, and her lips very nearly closed, though the desire to la... | his mask of flesh, one would have seen that his will-power was rigidly set upon a single object that Miss Hilbery should obey him. He wished her to stay there until, by some measures not yet apparent to him, he had conquered her interest. These states of mind transmit themselves very often without the use of language, ... | though she were setting that moon against the moon of other nights, held in memory. Some one in the room behind them made a joke about star-gazing, which destroyed their pleasure in it, and they looked back into the room again. Ralph had been watching for this moment, and he instantly produced his sentence. "I wonder, ... | room, and have parties." Mary reflected for a second. "It means, chiefly, a power of being disagreeable to one s own family, I think. I have that, perhaps. I didn t want to live at home, and I told my father. He didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and you haven t, have you?" "No, I haven t any sisters." "You a... | Katharine asked. "Oh, at home, you mean that Sunday afternoon. Was it the day Mr. Fortescue came? Yes, I think I remembered it." The three of them stood for a moment awkwardly silent, and then Mary left them in order to see that the great pitcher of coffee was properly handled, for beneath all her education she preserv... | Night And Day |
"I don t suppose that often happens to you." | Ralph Denham | star if I m lost."<|quote|>"I don t suppose that often happens to you."</|quote|>"No. Nothing interesting ever happens | how to find the Pole star if I m lost."<|quote|>"I don t suppose that often happens to you."</|quote|>"No. Nothing interesting ever happens to me," she said. "I | the names of the stars, I suppose?" Denham remarked, and from the tone of his voice one might have thought that he grudged Katharine the knowledge he attributed to her. She kept her voice steady with some difficulty. "I know how to find the Pole star if I m lost."<|quote|>"I don t suppose that often happens to you."</|... | She argued naturally that, if this were the case, the burden of the conversation should rest with him. But she submitted so far as to stand perfectly still, her eyes upon the opposite wall, and her lips very nearly closed, though the desire to laugh stirred them slightly. "You know the names of the stars, I suppose?" D... | rigidly set upon a single object that Miss Hilbery should obey him. He wished her to stay there until, by some measures not yet apparent to him, he had conquered her interest. These states of mind transmit themselves very often without the use of language, and it was evident to Katharine that this young man had fixed h... | held in memory. Some one in the room behind them made a joke about star-gazing, which destroyed their pleasure in it, and they looked back into the room again. Ralph had been watching for this moment, and he instantly produced his sentence. "I wonder, Miss Hilbery, whether you remembered to get that picture glazed?" Hi... | a power of being disagreeable to one s own family, I think. I have that, perhaps. I didn t want to live at home, and I told my father. He didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and you haven t, have you?" "No, I haven t any sisters." "You are writing a life of your grandfather?" Mary pursued. Katharine seemed ins... | the curtain in order, perhaps, to conceal the momentary flush of pleasure which is caused by coming perceptibly nearer to another person. "Mary Datchet," said Mary. "It s not such an imposing name as Katharine Hilbery, I m afraid." They both looked out of the window, first up at the hard silver moon, stationary among a... | Night And Day |
"No. Nothing interesting ever happens to me," | Katharine Hilbery | that often happens to you."<|quote|>"No. Nothing interesting ever happens to me,"</|quote|>she said. "I think you | lost." "I don t suppose that often happens to you."<|quote|>"No. Nothing interesting ever happens to me,"</|quote|>she said. "I think you make a system of saying | and from the tone of his voice one might have thought that he grudged Katharine the knowledge he attributed to her. She kept her voice steady with some difficulty. "I know how to find the Pole star if I m lost." "I don t suppose that often happens to you."<|quote|>"No. Nothing interesting ever happens to me,"</|quote|>... | the burden of the conversation should rest with him. But she submitted so far as to stand perfectly still, her eyes upon the opposite wall, and her lips very nearly closed, though the desire to laugh stirred them slightly. "You know the names of the stars, I suppose?" Denham remarked, and from the tone of his voice one... | should obey him. He wished her to stay there until, by some measures not yet apparent to him, he had conquered her interest. These states of mind transmit themselves very often without the use of language, and it was evident to Katharine that this young man had fixed his mind upon her. She instantly recalled her first ... | them made a joke about star-gazing, which destroyed their pleasure in it, and they looked back into the room again. Ralph had been watching for this moment, and he instantly produced his sentence. "I wonder, Miss Hilbery, whether you remembered to get that picture glazed?" His voice showed that the question was one tha... | family, I think. I have that, perhaps. I didn t want to live at home, and I told my father. He didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and you haven t, have you?" "No, I haven t any sisters." "You are writing a life of your grandfather?" Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be confronted by some familiar th... | and they looked back into the room again. Ralph had been watching for this moment, and he instantly produced his sentence. "I wonder, Miss Hilbery, whether you remembered to get that picture glazed?" His voice showed that the question was one that had been prepared. "Oh, you idiot!" Mary exclaimed, very nearly aloud, w... | Night And Day |
she said. | No speaker | interesting ever happens to me,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"I think you make a | happens to you." "No. Nothing interesting ever happens to me,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"I think you make a system of saying disagreeable things, | one might have thought that he grudged Katharine the knowledge he attributed to her. She kept her voice steady with some difficulty. "I know how to find the Pole star if I m lost." "I don t suppose that often happens to you." "No. Nothing interesting ever happens to me,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"I think you make a s... | with him. But she submitted so far as to stand perfectly still, her eyes upon the opposite wall, and her lips very nearly closed, though the desire to laugh stirred them slightly. "You know the names of the stars, I suppose?" Denham remarked, and from the tone of his voice one might have thought that he grudged Kathari... | stay there until, by some measures not yet apparent to him, he had conquered her interest. These states of mind transmit themselves very often without the use of language, and it was evident to Katharine that this young man had fixed his mind upon her. She instantly recalled her first impressions of him, and saw hersel... | destroyed their pleasure in it, and they looked back into the room again. Ralph had been watching for this moment, and he instantly produced his sentence. "I wonder, Miss Hilbery, whether you remembered to get that picture glazed?" His voice showed that the question was one that had been prepared. "Oh, you idiot!" Mary... | I didn t want to live at home, and I told my father. He didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and you haven t, have you?" "No, I haven t any sisters." "You are writing a life of your grandfather?" Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be confronted by some familiar thought from which she wished to escape. ... | to get that picture glazed?" His voice showed that the question was one that had been prepared. "Oh, you idiot!" Mary exclaimed, very nearly aloud, with a sense that Ralph had said something very stupid. So, after three lessons in Latin grammar, one might correct a fellow student, whose knowledge did not embrace the ab... | Night And Day |
"I think you make a system of saying disagreeable things, Miss Hilbery," | Ralph Denham | happens to me," she said.<|quote|>"I think you make a system of saying disagreeable things, Miss Hilbery,"</|quote|>he broke out, again going | you." "No. Nothing interesting ever happens to me," she said.<|quote|>"I think you make a system of saying disagreeable things, Miss Hilbery,"</|quote|>he broke out, again going further than he meant to. | have thought that he grudged Katharine the knowledge he attributed to her. She kept her voice steady with some difficulty. "I know how to find the Pole star if I m lost." "I don t suppose that often happens to you." "No. Nothing interesting ever happens to me," she said.<|quote|>"I think you make a system of saying dis... | But she submitted so far as to stand perfectly still, her eyes upon the opposite wall, and her lips very nearly closed, though the desire to laugh stirred them slightly. "You know the names of the stars, I suppose?" Denham remarked, and from the tone of his voice one might have thought that he grudged Katharine the kno... | until, by some measures not yet apparent to him, he had conquered her interest. These states of mind transmit themselves very often without the use of language, and it was evident to Katharine that this young man had fixed his mind upon her. She instantly recalled her first impressions of him, and saw herself again pro... | pleasure in it, and they looked back into the room again. Ralph had been watching for this moment, and he instantly produced his sentence. "I wonder, Miss Hilbery, whether you remembered to get that picture glazed?" His voice showed that the question was one that had been prepared. "Oh, you idiot!" Mary exclaimed, very... | t want to live at home, and I told my father. He didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and you haven t, have you?" "No, I haven t any sisters." "You are writing a life of your grandfather?" Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be confronted by some familiar thought from which she wished to escape. She rep... | which is caused by coming perceptibly nearer to another person. "Mary Datchet," said Mary. "It s not such an imposing name as Katharine Hilbery, I m afraid." They both looked out of the window, first up at the hard silver moon, stationary among a hurry of little grey-blue clouds, and then down upon the roofs of London,... | Night And Day |
he broke out, again going further than he meant to. | No speaker | saying disagreeable things, Miss Hilbery,"<|quote|>he broke out, again going further than he meant to.</|quote|>"I suppose it s one | you make a system of saying disagreeable things, Miss Hilbery,"<|quote|>he broke out, again going further than he meant to.</|quote|>"I suppose it s one of the characteristics of your | She kept her voice steady with some difficulty. "I know how to find the Pole star if I m lost." "I don t suppose that often happens to you." "No. Nothing interesting ever happens to me," she said. "I think you make a system of saying disagreeable things, Miss Hilbery,"<|quote|>he broke out, again going further than he ... | upon the opposite wall, and her lips very nearly closed, though the desire to laugh stirred them slightly. "You know the names of the stars, I suppose?" Denham remarked, and from the tone of his voice one might have thought that he grudged Katharine the knowledge he attributed to her. She kept her voice steady with som... | her interest. These states of mind transmit themselves very often without the use of language, and it was evident to Katharine that this young man had fixed his mind upon her. She instantly recalled her first impressions of him, and saw herself again proffering family relics. She reverted to the state of mind in which ... | had been watching for this moment, and he instantly produced his sentence. "I wonder, Miss Hilbery, whether you remembered to get that picture glazed?" His voice showed that the question was one that had been prepared. "Oh, you idiot!" Mary exclaimed, very nearly aloud, with a sense that Ralph had said something very s... | didn t like it.... But then I have a sister, and you haven t, have you?" "No, I haven t any sisters." "You are writing a life of your grandfather?" Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be confronted by some familiar thought from which she wished to escape. She replied, "Yes, I am helping my mother," in such a wa... | I think I remembered it." The three of them stood for a moment awkwardly silent, and then Mary left them in order to see that the great pitcher of coffee was properly handled, for beneath all her education she preserved the anxieties of one who owns china. Ralph could think of nothing further to say; but could one have... | Night And Day |
"I suppose it s one of the characteristics of your class. They never talk seriously to their inferiors." | Ralph Denham | further than he meant to.<|quote|>"I suppose it s one of the characteristics of your class. They never talk seriously to their inferiors."</|quote|>Whether it was that they | he broke out, again going further than he meant to.<|quote|>"I suppose it s one of the characteristics of your class. They never talk seriously to their inferiors."</|quote|>Whether it was that they were meeting on neutral ground | how to find the Pole star if I m lost." "I don t suppose that often happens to you." "No. Nothing interesting ever happens to me," she said. "I think you make a system of saying disagreeable things, Miss Hilbery," he broke out, again going further than he meant to.<|quote|>"I suppose it s one of the characteristics of ... | though the desire to laugh stirred them slightly. "You know the names of the stars, I suppose?" Denham remarked, and from the tone of his voice one might have thought that he grudged Katharine the knowledge he attributed to her. She kept her voice steady with some difficulty. "I know how to find the Pole star if I m lo... | without the use of language, and it was evident to Katharine that this young man had fixed his mind upon her. She instantly recalled her first impressions of him, and saw herself again proffering family relics. She reverted to the state of mind in which he had left her that Sunday afternoon. She supposed that he judged... | his sentence. "I wonder, Miss Hilbery, whether you remembered to get that picture glazed?" His voice showed that the question was one that had been prepared. "Oh, you idiot!" Mary exclaimed, very nearly aloud, with a sense that Ralph had said something very stupid. So, after three lessons in Latin grammar, one might co... | and you haven t, have you?" "No, I haven t any sisters." "You are writing a life of your grandfather?" Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be confronted by some familiar thought from which she wished to escape. She replied, "Yes, I am helping my mother," in such a way that Mary felt herself baffled, and put bac... | often without the use of language, and it was evident to Katharine that this young man had fixed his mind upon her. She instantly recalled her first impressions of him, and saw herself again proffering family relics. She reverted to the state of mind in which he had left her that Sunday afternoon. She supposed that he ... | Night And Day |
Whether it was that they were meeting on neutral ground to-night, or whether the carelessness of an old grey coat that Denham wore gave an ease to his bearing that he lacked in conventional dress, Katharine certainly felt no impulse to consider him outside the particular set in which she lived. | No speaker | talk seriously to their inferiors."<|quote|>Whether it was that they were meeting on neutral ground to-night, or whether the carelessness of an old grey coat that Denham wore gave an ease to his bearing that he lacked in conventional dress, Katharine certainly felt no impulse to consider him outside the particular set ... | of your class. They never talk seriously to their inferiors."<|quote|>Whether it was that they were meeting on neutral ground to-night, or whether the carelessness of an old grey coat that Denham wore gave an ease to his bearing that he lacked in conventional dress, Katharine certainly felt no impulse to consider him o... | you." "No. Nothing interesting ever happens to me," she said. "I think you make a system of saying disagreeable things, Miss Hilbery," he broke out, again going further than he meant to. "I suppose it s one of the characteristics of your class. They never talk seriously to their inferiors."<|quote|>Whether it was that ... | remarked, and from the tone of his voice one might have thought that he grudged Katharine the knowledge he attributed to her. She kept her voice steady with some difficulty. "I know how to find the Pole star if I m lost." "I don t suppose that often happens to you." "No. Nothing interesting ever happens to me," she sai... | mind upon her. She instantly recalled her first impressions of him, and saw herself again proffering family relics. She reverted to the state of mind in which he had left her that Sunday afternoon. She supposed that he judged her very severely. She argued naturally that, if this were the case, the burden of the convers... | the question was one that had been prepared. "Oh, you idiot!" Mary exclaimed, very nearly aloud, with a sense that Ralph had said something very stupid. So, after three lessons in Latin grammar, one might correct a fellow student, whose knowledge did not embrace the ablative of "mensa." "Picture what picture?" Katharin... | your grandfather?" Mary pursued. Katharine seemed instantly to be confronted by some familiar thought from which she wished to escape. She replied, "Yes, I am helping my mother," in such a way that Mary felt herself baffled, and put back again into the position in which she had been at the beginning of their talk. It s... | by coming perceptibly nearer to another person. "Mary Datchet," said Mary. "It s not such an imposing name as Katharine Hilbery, I m afraid." They both looked out of the window, first up at the hard silver moon, stationary among a hurry of little grey-blue clouds, and then down upon the roofs of London, with all their ... | Night And Day |
"In what sense are you my inferior?" | Katharine Hilbery | set in which she lived.<|quote|>"In what sense are you my inferior?"</|quote|>she asked, looking at him | consider him outside the particular set in which she lived.<|quote|>"In what sense are you my inferior?"</|quote|>she asked, looking at him gravely, as though honestly searching | it was that they were meeting on neutral ground to-night, or whether the carelessness of an old grey coat that Denham wore gave an ease to his bearing that he lacked in conventional dress, Katharine certainly felt no impulse to consider him outside the particular set in which she lived.<|quote|>"In what sense are you m... | "No. Nothing interesting ever happens to me," she said. "I think you make a system of saying disagreeable things, Miss Hilbery," he broke out, again going further than he meant to. "I suppose it s one of the characteristics of your class. They never talk seriously to their inferiors." Whether it was that they were meet... | the burden of the conversation should rest with him. But she submitted so far as to stand perfectly still, her eyes upon the opposite wall, and her lips very nearly closed, though the desire to laugh stirred them slightly. "You know the names of the stars, I suppose?" Denham remarked, and from the tone of his voice one... | Katharine asked. "Oh, at home, you mean that Sunday afternoon. Was it the day Mr. Fortescue came? Yes, I think I remembered it." The three of them stood for a moment awkwardly silent, and then Mary left them in order to see that the great pitcher of coffee was properly handled, for beneath all her education she preserv... | beginning of their talk. It seemed to her that Katharine possessed a curious power of drawing near and receding, which sent alternate emotions through her far more quickly than was usual, and kept her in a condition of curious alertness. Desiring to classify her, Mary bethought her of the convenient term "egoist." "She... | m afraid." They both looked out of the window, first up at the hard silver moon, stationary among a hurry of little grey-blue clouds, and then down upon the roofs of London, with all their upright chimneys, and then below them at the empty moonlit pavement of the street, upon which the joint of each paving-stone was cl... | Night And Day |
she asked, looking at him gravely, as though honestly searching for his meaning. The look gave him great pleasure. For the first time he felt himself on perfectly equal terms with a woman whom he wished to think well of him, although he could not have explained why her opinion of him mattered one way or another. Perhap... | No speaker | sense are you my inferior?"<|quote|>she asked, looking at him gravely, as though honestly searching for his meaning. The look gave him great pleasure. For the first time he felt himself on perfectly equal terms with a woman whom he wished to think well of him, although he could not have explained why her opinion of him... | which she lived. "In what sense are you my inferior?"<|quote|>she asked, looking at him gravely, as though honestly searching for his meaning. The look gave him great pleasure. For the first time he felt himself on perfectly equal terms with a woman whom he wished to think well of him, although he could not have explai... | neutral ground to-night, or whether the carelessness of an old grey coat that Denham wore gave an ease to his bearing that he lacked in conventional dress, Katharine certainly felt no impulse to consider him outside the particular set in which she lived. "In what sense are you my inferior?"<|quote|>she asked, looking a... | she said. "I think you make a system of saying disagreeable things, Miss Hilbery," he broke out, again going further than he meant to. "I suppose it s one of the characteristics of your class. They never talk seriously to their inferiors." Whether it was that they were meeting on neutral ground to-night, or whether the... | with him. But she submitted so far as to stand perfectly still, her eyes upon the opposite wall, and her lips very nearly closed, though the desire to laugh stirred them slightly. "You know the names of the stars, I suppose?" Denham remarked, and from the tone of his voice one might have thought that he grudged Kathari... | that Sunday afternoon. Was it the day Mr. Fortescue came? Yes, I think I remembered it." The three of them stood for a moment awkwardly silent, and then Mary left them in order to see that the great pitcher of coffee was properly handled, for beneath all her education she preserved the anxieties of one who owns china. ... | her that Katharine possessed a curious power of drawing near and receding, which sent alternate emotions through her far more quickly than was usual, and kept her in a condition of curious alertness. Desiring to classify her, Mary bethought her of the convenient term "egoist." "She s an egoist," she said to herself, an... | was evident to Katharine that this young man had fixed his mind upon her. She instantly recalled her first impressions of him, and saw herself again proffering family relics. She reverted to the state of mind in which he had left her that Sunday afternoon. She supposed that he judged her very severely. She argued natur... | Night And Day |
"I don t think I understand what you mean," | Katharine Hilbery | to profit by his advantage.<|quote|>"I don t think I understand what you mean,"</|quote|>Katharine repeated, and then she | But he was not destined to profit by his advantage.<|quote|>"I don t think I understand what you mean,"</|quote|>Katharine repeated, and then she was obliged to stop and | he wished to think well of him, although he could not have explained why her opinion of him mattered one way or another. Perhaps, after all, he only wanted to have something of her to take home to think about. But he was not destined to profit by his advantage.<|quote|>"I don t think I understand what you mean,"</|quot... | him outside the particular set in which she lived. "In what sense are you my inferior?" she asked, looking at him gravely, as though honestly searching for his meaning. The look gave him great pleasure. For the first time he felt himself on perfectly equal terms with a woman whom he wished to think well of him, althoug... | "I don t suppose that often happens to you." "No. Nothing interesting ever happens to me," she said. "I think you make a system of saying disagreeable things, Miss Hilbery," he broke out, again going further than he meant to. "I suppose it s one of the characteristics of your class. They never talk seriously to their i... | rigidly set upon a single object that Miss Hilbery should obey him. He wished her to stay there until, by some measures not yet apparent to him, he had conquered her interest. These states of mind transmit themselves very often without the use of language, and it was evident to Katharine that this young man had fixed h... | morning!" Katharine exclaimed. "I hope you don t sleep in this room, Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine demanded. "I won t tell you." "Let me guess. You were laughing because you thought I d changed the conversation?" "No." "Because you think" She paused. "If you want to know, I was laug... | this were the case, the burden of the conversation should rest with him. But she submitted so far as to stand perfectly still, her eyes upon the opposite wall, and her lips very nearly closed, though the desire to laugh stirred them slightly. "You know the names of the stars, I suppose?" Denham remarked, and from the t... | Night And Day |
Katharine repeated, and then she was obliged to stop and answer some one who wished to know whether she would buy a ticket for an opera from them, at a reduction. Indeed, the temper of the meeting was now unfavorable to separate conversation; it had become rather debauched and hilarious, and people who scarcely knew ea... | No speaker | I understand what you mean,"<|quote|>Katharine repeated, and then she was obliged to stop and answer some one who wished to know whether she would buy a ticket for an opera from them, at a reduction. Indeed, the temper of the meeting was now unfavorable to separate conversation; it had become rather debauched and hilar... | advantage. "I don t think I understand what you mean,"<|quote|>Katharine repeated, and then she was obliged to stop and answer some one who wished to know whether she would buy a ticket for an opera from them, at a reduction. Indeed, the temper of the meeting was now unfavorable to separate conversation; it had become ... | could not have explained why her opinion of him mattered one way or another. Perhaps, after all, he only wanted to have something of her to take home to think about. But he was not destined to profit by his advantage. "I don t think I understand what you mean,"<|quote|>Katharine repeated, and then she was obliged to st... | "In what sense are you my inferior?" she asked, looking at him gravely, as though honestly searching for his meaning. The look gave him great pleasure. For the first time he felt himself on perfectly equal terms with a woman whom he wished to think well of him, although he could not have explained why her opinion of hi... | "No. Nothing interesting ever happens to me," she said. "I think you make a system of saying disagreeable things, Miss Hilbery," he broke out, again going further than he meant to. "I suppose it s one of the characteristics of your class. They never talk seriously to their inferiors." Whether it was that they were meet... | should obey him. He wished her to stay there until, by some measures not yet apparent to him, he had conquered her interest. These states of mind transmit themselves very often without the use of language, and it was evident to Katharine that this young man had fixed his mind upon her. She instantly recalled her first ... | in this room, Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed. "What are you laughing at?" Katharine demanded. "I won t tell you." "Let me guess. You were laughing because you thought I d changed the conversation?" "No." "Because you think" She paused. "If you want to know, I was laughing at the way you said Miss Datchet." "Mary, then. Ma... | he grudged Katharine the knowledge he attributed to her. She kept her voice steady with some difficulty. "I know how to find the Pole star if I m lost." "I don t suppose that often happens to you." "No. Nothing interesting ever happens to me," she said. "I think you make a system of saying disagreeable things, Miss Hil... | Night And Day |
and | No speaker | pipe, lit it, murmured "hum"<|quote|>and</|quote|>"ha," and was silent. The | philosophic tendency, took out his pipe, lit it, murmured "hum"<|quote|>and</|quote|>"ha," and was silent. The couple in front of them | cool, so that people who had been sitting talking in a crowd found it pleasant to walk a little before deciding to stop an omnibus or encounter light again in an underground railway. Sandys, who was a barrister with a philosophic tendency, took out his pipe, lit it, murmured "hum"<|quote|>and</|quote|>"ha," and was sil... | The night was very still, and on such nights, when the traffic thins away, the walker becomes conscious of the moon in the street, as if the curtains of the sky had been drawn apart, and the heaven lay bare, as it does in the country. The air was softly cool, so that people who had been sitting talking in a crowd found... | to the person with whom one was talking; but, nevertheless, Denham was disappointed by the completeness with which Katharine parted from him, without any attempt to finish her sentence. She left with Rodney. CHAPTER V Denham had no conscious intention of following Katharine, but, seeing her depart, he took his hat and ... | why her opinion of him mattered one way or another. Perhaps, after all, he only wanted to have something of her to take home to think about. But he was not destined to profit by his advantage. "I don t think I understand what you mean," Katharine repeated, and then she was obliged to stop and answer some one who wished... | her education she preserved the anxieties of one who owns china. Ralph could think of nothing further to say; but could one have stripped off his mask of flesh, one would have seen that his will-power was rigidly set upon a single object that Miss Hilbery should obey him. He wished her to stay there until, by some meas... | dress, Katharine certainly felt no impulse to consider him outside the particular set in which she lived. "In what sense are you my inferior?" she asked, looking at him gravely, as though honestly searching for his meaning. The look gave him great pleasure. For the first time he felt himself on perfectly equal terms wi... | Night And Day |
and was silent. The couple in front of them kept their distance accurately, and appeared, so far as Denham could judge by the way they turned towards each other, to be talking very constantly. He observed that when a pedestrian going the opposite way forced them to part they came together again directly afterwards. Wit... | No speaker | it, murmured "hum" and "ha,"<|quote|>and was silent. The couple in front of them kept their distance accurately, and appeared, so far as Denham could judge by the way they turned towards each other, to be talking very constantly. He observed that when a pedestrian going the opposite way forced them to part they came to... | took out his pipe, lit it, murmured "hum" and "ha,"<|quote|>and was silent. The couple in front of them kept their distance accurately, and appeared, so far as Denham could judge by the way they turned towards each other, to be talking very constantly. He observed that when a pedestrian going the opposite way forced th... | that people who had been sitting talking in a crowd found it pleasant to walk a little before deciding to stop an omnibus or encounter light again in an underground railway. Sandys, who was a barrister with a philosophic tendency, took out his pipe, lit it, murmured "hum" and "ha,"<|quote|>and was silent. The couple in... | was very still, and on such nights, when the traffic thins away, the walker becomes conscious of the moon in the street, as if the curtains of the sky had been drawn apart, and the heaven lay bare, as it does in the country. The air was softly cool, so that people who had been sitting talking in a crowd found it pleasa... | person with whom one was talking; but, nevertheless, Denham was disappointed by the completeness with which Katharine parted from him, without any attempt to finish her sentence. She left with Rodney. CHAPTER V Denham had no conscious intention of following Katharine, but, seeing her depart, he took his hat and ran rat... | opinion of him mattered one way or another. Perhaps, after all, he only wanted to have something of her to take home to think about. But he was not destined to profit by his advantage. "I don t think I understand what you mean," Katharine repeated, and then she was obliged to stop and answer some one who wished to know... | she preserved the anxieties of one who owns china. Ralph could think of nothing further to say; but could one have stripped off his mask of flesh, one would have seen that his will-power was rigidly set upon a single object that Miss Hilbery should obey him. He wished her to stay there until, by some measures not yet a... | shoulders, hats swiftly pinned to the head; and Denham had the mortification of seeing Katharine helped to prepare herself by the ridiculous Rodney. It was not the convention of the meeting to say good-bye, or necessarily even to nod to the person with whom one was talking; but, nevertheless, Denham was disappointed by... | Night And Day |
Denham returned a suitable answer, and he proceeded to explain how this decision had been arrived at, and what changes it involved in the philosophy which they both accepted. Meanwhile Katharine and Rodney drew further ahead, and Denham kept, if that is the right expression for an involuntary action, one filament of hi... | No speaker | up his theory of truth."<|quote|>Denham returned a suitable answer, and he proceeded to explain how this decision had been arrived at, and what changes it involved in the philosophy which they both accepted. Meanwhile Katharine and Rodney drew further ahead, and Denham kept, if that is the right expression for an invol... | hear that Bennett has given up his theory of truth."<|quote|>Denham returned a suitable answer, and he proceeded to explain how this decision had been arrived at, and what changes it involved in the philosophy which they both accepted. Meanwhile Katharine and Rodney drew further ahead, and Denham kept, if that is the r... | for it seemed to ignore completely all accidents of human life, and to span very deep abysses with a few simple words. On this occasion he began, while they waited for a minute on the edge of the Strand: "I hear that Bennett has given up his theory of truth."<|quote|>Denham returned a suitable answer, and he proceeded ... | man who had made his friends at college and always addressed them as if they were still undergraduates arguing in his room, though many months or even years had passed in some cases between the last sentence and the present one. The method was a little singular, but very restful, for it seemed to ignore completely all ... | thoroughfares Rodney seemed merely to be lending Katharine his escort, but now, when passengers were rare and the footsteps of the couple were distinctly heard in the silence, Denham could not help picturing to himself some change in their conversation. The effect of the light and shadow, which seemed to increase their... | of the sky had been drawn apart, and the heaven lay bare, as it does in the country. The air was softly cool, so that people who had been sitting talking in a crowd found it pleasant to walk a little before deciding to stop an omnibus or encounter light again in an underground railway. Sandys, who was a barrister with ... | conventional dress, Katharine certainly felt no impulse to consider him outside the particular set in which she lived. "In what sense are you my inferior?" she asked, looking at him gravely, as though honestly searching for his meaning. The look gave him great pleasure. For the first time he felt himself on perfectly e... | good-bye, or necessarily even to nod to the person with whom one was talking; but, nevertheless, Denham was disappointed by the completeness with which Katharine parted from him, without any attempt to finish her sentence. She left with Rodney. CHAPTER V Denham had no conscious intention of following Katharine, but, se... | Night And Day |
"I promise I won t say another word about it, Katharine! But do stop a minute and look at the moon upon the water." | William Rodney | above the river and exclaimed:<|quote|>"I promise I won t say another word about it, Katharine! But do stop a minute and look at the moon upon the water."</|quote|>Katharine paused, looked up and | hand upon the stone parapet above the river and exclaimed:<|quote|>"I promise I won t say another word about it, Katharine! But do stop a minute and look at the moon upon the water."</|quote|>Katharine paused, looked up and down the river, and snuffed | moment Denham stopped involuntarily in his sentence, and continued it with a sense of having lost something. Unconscious that they were observed, Katharine and Rodney had come out on the Embankment. When they had crossed the road, Rodney slapped his hand upon the stone parapet above the river and exclaimed:<|quote|>"I ... | upon one of the stones forming a time-worn arch, and struck it meditatively two or three times in order to illustrate something very obscure about the complex nature of one s apprehension of facts. During the pause which this necessitated, Katharine and Rodney turned the corner and disappeared. For a moment Denham stop... | of the Strand: "I hear that Bennett has given up his theory of truth." Denham returned a suitable answer, and he proceeded to explain how this decision had been arrived at, and what changes it involved in the philosophy which they both accepted. Meanwhile Katharine and Rodney drew further ahead, and Denham kept, if tha... | through ancient courts to the river. Among the crowd of people in the big thoroughfares Rodney seemed merely to be lending Katharine his escort, but now, when passengers were rare and the footsteps of the couple were distinctly heard in the silence, Denham could not help picturing to himself some change in their conver... | reached that kind of gay tolerance and general friendliness which human beings in England only attain after sitting together for three hours or so, and the first cold blast in the air of the street freezes them into isolation once more. Cloaks were being flung round the shoulders, hats swiftly pinned to the head; and D... | a philosophic tendency, took out his pipe, lit it, murmured "hum" and "ha," and was silent. The couple in front of them kept their distance accurately, and appeared, so far as Denham could judge by the way they turned towards each other, to be talking very constantly. He observed that when a pedestrian going the opposi... | Night And Day |
Katharine paused, looked up and down the river, and snuffed the air. | No speaker | the moon upon the water."<|quote|>Katharine paused, looked up and down the river, and snuffed the air.</|quote|>"I m sure one can | a minute and look at the moon upon the water."<|quote|>Katharine paused, looked up and down the river, and snuffed the air.</|quote|>"I m sure one can smell the sea, with the | Rodney had come out on the Embankment. When they had crossed the road, Rodney slapped his hand upon the stone parapet above the river and exclaimed: "I promise I won t say another word about it, Katharine! But do stop a minute and look at the moon upon the water."<|quote|>Katharine paused, looked up and down the river,... | about the complex nature of one s apprehension of facts. During the pause which this necessitated, Katharine and Rodney turned the corner and disappeared. For a moment Denham stopped involuntarily in his sentence, and continued it with a sense of having lost something. Unconscious that they were observed, Katharine and... | how this decision had been arrived at, and what changes it involved in the philosophy which they both accepted. Meanwhile Katharine and Rodney drew further ahead, and Denham kept, if that is the right expression for an involuntary action, one filament of his mind upon them, while with the rest of his intelligence he so... | but now, when passengers were rare and the footsteps of the couple were distinctly heard in the silence, Denham could not help picturing to himself some change in their conversation. The effect of the light and shadow, which seemed to increase their height, was to make them mysterious and significant, so that Denham ha... | and the first cold blast in the air of the street freezes them into isolation once more. Cloaks were being flung round the shoulders, hats swiftly pinned to the head; and Denham had the mortification of seeing Katharine helped to prepare herself by the ridiculous Rodney. It was not the convention of the meeting to say ... | to ignore completely all accidents of human life, and to span very deep abysses with a few simple words. On this occasion he began, while they waited for a minute on the edge of the Strand: "I hear that Bennett has given up his theory of truth." Denham returned a suitable answer, and he proceeded to explain how this de... | Night And Day |
"I m sure one can smell the sea, with the wind blowing this way," | Katharine Hilbery | river, and snuffed the air.<|quote|>"I m sure one can smell the sea, with the wind blowing this way,"</|quote|>she said. They stood silent | looked up and down the river, and snuffed the air.<|quote|>"I m sure one can smell the sea, with the wind blowing this way,"</|quote|>she said. They stood silent for a few moments while | road, Rodney slapped his hand upon the stone parapet above the river and exclaimed: "I promise I won t say another word about it, Katharine! But do stop a minute and look at the moon upon the water." Katharine paused, looked up and down the river, and snuffed the air.<|quote|>"I m sure one can smell the sea, with the w... | pause which this necessitated, Katharine and Rodney turned the corner and disappeared. For a moment Denham stopped involuntarily in his sentence, and continued it with a sense of having lost something. Unconscious that they were observed, Katharine and Rodney had come out on the Embankment. When they had crossed the ro... | in the philosophy which they both accepted. Meanwhile Katharine and Rodney drew further ahead, and Denham kept, if that is the right expression for an involuntary action, one filament of his mind upon them, while with the rest of his intelligence he sought to understand what Sandys was saying. As they passed through th... | were distinctly heard in the silence, Denham could not help picturing to himself some change in their conversation. The effect of the light and shadow, which seemed to increase their height, was to make them mysterious and significant, so that Denham had no feeling of irritation with Katharine, but rather a half-dreamy... | them into isolation once more. Cloaks were being flung round the shoulders, hats swiftly pinned to the head; and Denham had the mortification of seeing Katharine helped to prepare herself by the ridiculous Rodney. It was not the convention of the meeting to say good-bye, or necessarily even to nod to the person with wh... | made Rodney look fashionable among the crowd. At the Strand he supposed that they would separate, but instead they crossed the road, and took their way down one of the narrow passages which lead through ancient courts to the river. Among the crowd of people in the big thoroughfares Rodney seemed merely to be lending Ka... | Night And Day |
she said. They stood silent for a few moments while the river shifted in its bed, and the silver and red lights which were laid upon it were torn by the current and joined together again. Very far off up the river a steamer hooted with its hollow voice of unspeakable melancholy, as if from the heart of lonely mist-shro... | No speaker | the wind blowing this way,"<|quote|>she said. They stood silent for a few moments while the river shifted in its bed, and the silver and red lights which were laid upon it were torn by the current and joined together again. Very far off up the river a steamer hooted with its hollow voice of unspeakable melancholy, as i... | can smell the sea, with the wind blowing this way,"<|quote|>she said. They stood silent for a few moments while the river shifted in its bed, and the silver and red lights which were laid upon it were torn by the current and joined together again. Very far off up the river a steamer hooted with its hollow voice of unsp... | "I promise I won t say another word about it, Katharine! But do stop a minute and look at the moon upon the water." Katharine paused, looked up and down the river, and snuffed the air. "I m sure one can smell the sea, with the wind blowing this way,"<|quote|>she said. They stood silent for a few moments while the river... | moment Denham stopped involuntarily in his sentence, and continued it with a sense of having lost something. Unconscious that they were observed, Katharine and Rodney had come out on the Embankment. When they had crossed the road, Rodney slapped his hand upon the stone parapet above the river and exclaimed: "I promise ... | and Denham kept, if that is the right expression for an involuntary action, one filament of his mind upon them, while with the rest of his intelligence he sought to understand what Sandys was saying. As they passed through the courts thus talking, Sandys laid the tip of his stick upon one of the stones forming a time-w... | change in their conversation. The effect of the light and shadow, which seemed to increase their height, was to make them mysterious and significant, so that Denham had no feeling of irritation with Katharine, but rather a half-dreamy acquiescence in the course of the world. Yes, she did very well to dream about but Sa... | pinned to the head; and Denham had the mortification of seeing Katharine helped to prepare herself by the ridiculous Rodney. It was not the convention of the meeting to say good-bye, or necessarily even to nod to the person with whom one was talking; but, nevertheless, Denham was disappointed by the completeness with w... | theory of truth." Denham returned a suitable answer, and he proceeded to explain how this decision had been arrived at, and what changes it involved in the philosophy which they both accepted. Meanwhile Katharine and Rodney drew further ahead, and Denham kept, if that is the right expression for an involuntary action, ... | Night And Day |
"Ah!" | William Rodney | heart of lonely mist-shrouded voyagings.<|quote|>"Ah!"</|quote|>Rodney cried, striking his hand | melancholy, as if from the heart of lonely mist-shrouded voyagings.<|quote|>"Ah!"</|quote|>Rodney cried, striking his hand once more upon the balustrade, | river shifted in its bed, and the silver and red lights which were laid upon it were torn by the current and joined together again. Very far off up the river a steamer hooted with its hollow voice of unspeakable melancholy, as if from the heart of lonely mist-shrouded voyagings.<|quote|>"Ah!"</|quote|>Rodney cried, str... | But do stop a minute and look at the moon upon the water." Katharine paused, looked up and down the river, and snuffed the air. "I m sure one can smell the sea, with the wind blowing this way," she said. They stood silent for a few moments while the river shifted in its bed, and the silver and red lights which were lai... | it meditatively two or three times in order to illustrate something very obscure about the complex nature of one s apprehension of facts. During the pause which this necessitated, Katharine and Rodney turned the corner and disappeared. For a moment Denham stopped involuntarily in his sentence, and continued it with a s... | was a solitary man who had made his friends at college and always addressed them as if they were still undergraduates arguing in his room, though many months or even years had passed in some cases between the last sentence and the present one. The method was a little singular, but very restful, for it seemed to ignore ... | to finish her sentence. She left with Rodney. CHAPTER V Denham had no conscious intention of following Katharine, but, seeing her depart, he took his hat and ran rather more quickly down the stairs than he would have done if Katharine had not been in front of him. He overtook a friend of his, by name Harry Sandys, who ... | which they both accepted. Meanwhile Katharine and Rodney drew further ahead, and Denham kept, if that is the right expression for an involuntary action, one filament of his mind upon them, while with the rest of his intelligence he sought to understand what Sandys was saying. As they passed through the courts thus talk... | Night And Day |
Rodney cried, striking his hand once more upon the balustrade, | No speaker | of lonely mist-shrouded voyagings. "Ah!"<|quote|>Rodney cried, striking his hand once more upon the balustrade,</|quote|>"why can t one say | as if from the heart of lonely mist-shrouded voyagings. "Ah!"<|quote|>Rodney cried, striking his hand once more upon the balustrade,</|quote|>"why can t one say how beautiful it all is? | shifted in its bed, and the silver and red lights which were laid upon it were torn by the current and joined together again. Very far off up the river a steamer hooted with its hollow voice of unspeakable melancholy, as if from the heart of lonely mist-shrouded voyagings. "Ah!"<|quote|>Rodney cried, striking his hand ... | do stop a minute and look at the moon upon the water." Katharine paused, looked up and down the river, and snuffed the air. "I m sure one can smell the sea, with the wind blowing this way," she said. They stood silent for a few moments while the river shifted in its bed, and the silver and red lights which were laid up... | meditatively two or three times in order to illustrate something very obscure about the complex nature of one s apprehension of facts. During the pause which this necessitated, Katharine and Rodney turned the corner and disappeared. For a moment Denham stopped involuntarily in his sentence, and continued it with a sens... | a solitary man who had made his friends at college and always addressed them as if they were still undergraduates arguing in his room, though many months or even years had passed in some cases between the last sentence and the present one. The method was a little singular, but very restful, for it seemed to ignore comp... | finish her sentence. She left with Rodney. CHAPTER V Denham had no conscious intention of following Katharine, but, seeing her depart, he took his hat and ran rather more quickly down the stairs than he would have done if Katharine had not been in front of him. He overtook a friend of his, by name Harry Sandys, who was... | upon one of the stones forming a time-worn arch, and struck it meditatively two or three times in order to illustrate something very obscure about the complex nature of one s apprehension of facts. During the pause which this necessitated, Katharine and Rodney turned the corner and disappeared. For a moment Denham stop... | Night And Day |
"why can t one say how beautiful it all is? Why am I condemned for ever, Katharine, to feel what I can t express? And the things I can give there s no use in my giving. Trust me, Katharine," | William Rodney | once more upon the balustrade,<|quote|>"why can t one say how beautiful it all is? Why am I condemned for ever, Katharine, to feel what I can t express? And the things I can give there s no use in my giving. Trust me, Katharine,"</|quote|>he added hastily, "I won | Rodney cried, striking his hand once more upon the balustrade,<|quote|>"why can t one say how beautiful it all is? Why am I condemned for ever, Katharine, to feel what I can t express? And the things I can give there s no use in my giving. Trust me, Katharine,"</|quote|>he added hastily, "I won t speak of it again. | which were laid upon it were torn by the current and joined together again. Very far off up the river a steamer hooted with its hollow voice of unspeakable melancholy, as if from the heart of lonely mist-shrouded voyagings. "Ah!" Rodney cried, striking his hand once more upon the balustrade,<|quote|>"why can t one say ... | the water." Katharine paused, looked up and down the river, and snuffed the air. "I m sure one can smell the sea, with the wind blowing this way," she said. They stood silent for a few moments while the river shifted in its bed, and the silver and red lights which were laid upon it were torn by the current and joined t... | very obscure about the complex nature of one s apprehension of facts. During the pause which this necessitated, Katharine and Rodney turned the corner and disappeared. For a moment Denham stopped involuntarily in his sentence, and continued it with a sense of having lost something. Unconscious that they were observed, ... | and always addressed them as if they were still undergraduates arguing in his room, though many months or even years had passed in some cases between the last sentence and the present one. The method was a little singular, but very restful, for it seemed to ignore completely all accidents of human life, and to span ver... | had no conscious intention of following Katharine, but, seeing her depart, he took his hat and ran rather more quickly down the stairs than he would have done if Katharine had not been in front of him. He overtook a friend of his, by name Harry Sandys, who was going the same way, and they walked together a few paces be... | one of the stones forming a time-worn arch, and struck it meditatively two or three times in order to illustrate something very obscure about the complex nature of one s apprehension of facts. During the pause which this necessitated, Katharine and Rodney turned the corner and disappeared. For a moment Denham stopped i... | Night And Day |
he added hastily, | No speaker | my giving. Trust me, Katharine,"<|quote|>he added hastily,</|quote|>"I won t speak of | there s no use in my giving. Trust me, Katharine,"<|quote|>he added hastily,</|quote|>"I won t speak of it again. But in the | Rodney cried, striking his hand once more upon the balustrade, "why can t one say how beautiful it all is? Why am I condemned for ever, Katharine, to feel what I can t express? And the things I can give there s no use in my giving. Trust me, Katharine,"<|quote|>he added hastily,</|quote|>"I won t speak of it again. But... | shifted in its bed, and the silver and red lights which were laid upon it were torn by the current and joined together again. Very far off up the river a steamer hooted with its hollow voice of unspeakable melancholy, as if from the heart of lonely mist-shrouded voyagings. "Ah!" Rodney cried, striking his hand once mor... | sense of having lost something. Unconscious that they were observed, Katharine and Rodney had come out on the Embankment. When they had crossed the road, Rodney slapped his hand upon the stone parapet above the river and exclaimed: "I promise I won t say another word about it, Katharine! But do stop a minute and look a... | very restful, for it seemed to ignore completely all accidents of human life, and to span very deep abysses with a few simple words. On this occasion he began, while they waited for a minute on the edge of the Strand: "I hear that Bennett has given up his theory of truth." Denham returned a suitable answer, and he proc... | friend of his, by name Harry Sandys, who was going the same way, and they walked together a few paces behind Katharine and Rodney. The night was very still, and on such nights, when the traffic thins away, the walker becomes conscious of the moon in the street, as if the curtains of the sky had been drawn apart, and th... | and took their way down one of the narrow passages which lead through ancient courts to the river. Among the crowd of people in the big thoroughfares Rodney seemed merely to be lending Katharine his escort, but now, when passengers were rare and the footsteps of the couple were distinctly heard in the silence, Denham c... | Night And Day |
"I won t speak of it again. But in the presence of beauty look at the iridescence round the moon! one feels one feels Perhaps if you married me I m half a poet, you see, and I can t pretend not to feel what I do feel. If I could write ah, that would be another matter. I shouldn t bother you to marry me then, Katharine.... | William Rodney | me, Katharine," he added hastily,<|quote|>"I won t speak of it again. But in the presence of beauty look at the iridescence round the moon! one feels one feels Perhaps if you married me I m half a poet, you see, and I can t pretend not to feel what I do feel. If I could write ah, that would be another matter. I shouldn... | use in my giving. Trust me, Katharine," he added hastily,<|quote|>"I won t speak of it again. But in the presence of beauty look at the iridescence round the moon! one feels one feels Perhaps if you married me I m half a poet, you see, and I can t pretend not to feel what I do feel. If I could write ah, that would be a... | his hand once more upon the balustrade, "why can t one say how beautiful it all is? Why am I condemned for ever, Katharine, to feel what I can t express? And the things I can give there s no use in my giving. Trust me, Katharine," he added hastily,<|quote|>"I won t speak of it again. But in the presence of beauty look ... | bed, and the silver and red lights which were laid upon it were torn by the current and joined together again. Very far off up the river a steamer hooted with its hollow voice of unspeakable melancholy, as if from the heart of lonely mist-shrouded voyagings. "Ah!" Rodney cried, striking his hand once more upon the balu... | lost something. Unconscious that they were observed, Katharine and Rodney had come out on the Embankment. When they had crossed the road, Rodney slapped his hand upon the stone parapet above the river and exclaimed: "I promise I won t say another word about it, Katharine! But do stop a minute and look at the moon upon ... | it seemed to ignore completely all accidents of human life, and to span very deep abysses with a few simple words. On this occasion he began, while they waited for a minute on the edge of the Strand: "I hear that Bennett has given up his theory of truth." Denham returned a suitable answer, and he proceeded to explain h... | by name Harry Sandys, who was going the same way, and they walked together a few paces behind Katharine and Rodney. The night was very still, and on such nights, when the traffic thins away, the walker becomes conscious of the moon in the street, as if the curtains of the sky had been drawn apart, and the heaven lay ba... | they would separate, but instead they crossed the road, and took their way down one of the narrow passages which lead through ancient courts to the river. Among the crowd of people in the big thoroughfares Rodney seemed merely to be lending Katharine his escort, but now, when passengers were rare and the footsteps of t... | Night And Day |
He spoke these disconnected sentences rather abruptly, with his eyes alternately upon the moon and upon the stream. | No speaker | to marry me then, Katharine."<|quote|>He spoke these disconnected sentences rather abruptly, with his eyes alternately upon the moon and upon the stream.</|quote|>"But for me I suppose | I shouldn t bother you to marry me then, Katharine."<|quote|>He spoke these disconnected sentences rather abruptly, with his eyes alternately upon the moon and upon the stream.</|quote|>"But for me I suppose you would recommend marriage?" said | the moon! one feels one feels Perhaps if you married me I m half a poet, you see, and I can t pretend not to feel what I do feel. If I could write ah, that would be another matter. I shouldn t bother you to marry me then, Katharine."<|quote|>He spoke these disconnected sentences rather abruptly, with his eyes alternate... | am I condemned for ever, Katharine, to feel what I can t express? And the things I can give there s no use in my giving. Trust me, Katharine," he added hastily, "I won t speak of it again. But in the presence of beauty look at the iridescence round the moon! one feels one feels Perhaps if you married me I m half a poet... | snuffed the air. "I m sure one can smell the sea, with the wind blowing this way," she said. They stood silent for a few moments while the river shifted in its bed, and the silver and red lights which were laid upon it were torn by the current and joined together again. Very far off up the river a steamer hooted with i... | changes it involved in the philosophy which they both accepted. Meanwhile Katharine and Rodney drew further ahead, and Denham kept, if that is the right expression for an involuntary action, one filament of his mind upon them, while with the rest of his intelligence he sought to understand what Sandys was saying. As th... | air was softly cool, so that people who had been sitting talking in a crowd found it pleasant to walk a little before deciding to stop an omnibus or encounter light again in an underground railway. Sandys, who was a barrister with a philosophic tendency, took out his pipe, lit it, murmured "hum" and "ha," and was silen... | they were still undergraduates arguing in his room, though many months or even years had passed in some cases between the last sentence and the present one. The method was a little singular, but very restful, for it seemed to ignore completely all accidents of human life, and to span very deep abysses with a few simple... | Night And Day |
"But for me I suppose you would recommend marriage?" | Katharine Hilbery | moon and upon the stream.<|quote|>"But for me I suppose you would recommend marriage?"</|quote|>said Katharine, with her eyes | his eyes alternately upon the moon and upon the stream.<|quote|>"But for me I suppose you would recommend marriage?"</|quote|>said Katharine, with her eyes fixed on the moon. "Certainly | and I can t pretend not to feel what I do feel. If I could write ah, that would be another matter. I shouldn t bother you to marry me then, Katharine." He spoke these disconnected sentences rather abruptly, with his eyes alternately upon the moon and upon the stream.<|quote|>"But for me I suppose you would recommend ma... | give there s no use in my giving. Trust me, Katharine," he added hastily, "I won t speak of it again. But in the presence of beauty look at the iridescence round the moon! one feels one feels Perhaps if you married me I m half a poet, you see, and I can t pretend not to feel what I do feel. If I could write ah, that wo... | said. They stood silent for a few moments while the river shifted in its bed, and the silver and red lights which were laid upon it were torn by the current and joined together again. Very far off up the river a steamer hooted with its hollow voice of unspeakable melancholy, as if from the heart of lonely mist-shrouded... | Denham kept, if that is the right expression for an involuntary action, one filament of his mind upon them, while with the rest of his intelligence he sought to understand what Sandys was saying. As they passed through the courts thus talking, Sandys laid the tip of his stick upon one of the stones forming a time-worn ... | to walk a little before deciding to stop an omnibus or encounter light again in an underground railway. Sandys, who was a barrister with a philosophic tendency, took out his pipe, lit it, murmured "hum" and "ha," and was silent. The couple in front of them kept their distance accurately, and appeared, so far as Denham ... | Denham kept, if that is the right expression for an involuntary action, one filament of his mind upon them, while with the rest of his intelligence he sought to understand what Sandys was saying. As they passed through the courts thus talking, Sandys laid the tip of his stick upon one of the stones forming a time-worn ... | Night And Day |
said Katharine, with her eyes fixed on the moon. | No speaker | suppose you would recommend marriage?"<|quote|>said Katharine, with her eyes fixed on the moon.</|quote|>"Certainly I should. Not for | stream. "But for me I suppose you would recommend marriage?"<|quote|>said Katharine, with her eyes fixed on the moon.</|quote|>"Certainly I should. Not for you only, but for all | I do feel. If I could write ah, that would be another matter. I shouldn t bother you to marry me then, Katharine." He spoke these disconnected sentences rather abruptly, with his eyes alternately upon the moon and upon the stream. "But for me I suppose you would recommend marriage?"<|quote|>said Katharine, with her eye... | me, Katharine," he added hastily, "I won t speak of it again. But in the presence of beauty look at the iridescence round the moon! one feels one feels Perhaps if you married me I m half a poet, you see, and I can t pretend not to feel what I do feel. If I could write ah, that would be another matter. I shouldn t bothe... | the river shifted in its bed, and the silver and red lights which were laid upon it were torn by the current and joined together again. Very far off up the river a steamer hooted with its hollow voice of unspeakable melancholy, as if from the heart of lonely mist-shrouded voyagings. "Ah!" Rodney cried, striking his han... | an involuntary action, one filament of his mind upon them, while with the rest of his intelligence he sought to understand what Sandys was saying. As they passed through the courts thus talking, Sandys laid the tip of his stick upon one of the stones forming a time-worn arch, and struck it meditatively two or three tim... | omnibus or encounter light again in an underground railway. Sandys, who was a barrister with a philosophic tendency, took out his pipe, lit it, murmured "hum" and "ha," and was silent. The couple in front of them kept their distance accurately, and appeared, so far as Denham could judge by the way they turned towards e... | very well to dream about but Sandys had suddenly begun to talk. He was a solitary man who had made his friends at college and always addressed them as if they were still undergraduates arguing in his room, though many months or even years had passed in some cases between the last sentence and the present one. The metho... | Night And Day |
"Certainly I should. Not for you only, but for all women. Why, you re nothing at all without it; you re only half alive; using only half your faculties; you must feel that for yourself. That is why" | William Rodney | eyes fixed on the moon.<|quote|>"Certainly I should. Not for you only, but for all women. Why, you re nothing at all without it; you re only half alive; using only half your faculties; you must feel that for yourself. That is why"</|quote|>Here he stopped himself, and | marriage?" said Katharine, with her eyes fixed on the moon.<|quote|>"Certainly I should. Not for you only, but for all women. Why, you re nothing at all without it; you re only half alive; using only half your faculties; you must feel that for yourself. That is why"</|quote|>Here he stopped himself, and they began to w... | would be another matter. I shouldn t bother you to marry me then, Katharine." He spoke these disconnected sentences rather abruptly, with his eyes alternately upon the moon and upon the stream. "But for me I suppose you would recommend marriage?" said Katharine, with her eyes fixed on the moon.<|quote|>"Certainly I sho... | of it again. But in the presence of beauty look at the iridescence round the moon! one feels one feels Perhaps if you married me I m half a poet, you see, and I can t pretend not to feel what I do feel. If I could write ah, that would be another matter. I shouldn t bother you to marry me then, Katharine." He spoke thes... | and red lights which were laid upon it were torn by the current and joined together again. Very far off up the river a steamer hooted with its hollow voice of unspeakable melancholy, as if from the heart of lonely mist-shrouded voyagings. "Ah!" Rodney cried, striking his hand once more upon the balustrade, "why can t o... | them, while with the rest of his intelligence he sought to understand what Sandys was saying. As they passed through the courts thus talking, Sandys laid the tip of his stick upon one of the stones forming a time-worn arch, and struck it meditatively two or three times in order to illustrate something very obscure abou... | Sandys, who was a barrister with a philosophic tendency, took out his pipe, lit it, murmured "hum" and "ha," and was silent. The couple in front of them kept their distance accurately, and appeared, so far as Denham could judge by the way they turned towards each other, to be talking very constantly. He observed that w... | cases between the last sentence and the present one. The method was a little singular, but very restful, for it seemed to ignore completely all accidents of human life, and to span very deep abysses with a few simple words. On this occasion he began, while they waited for a minute on the edge of the Strand: "I hear tha... | Night And Day |
Here he stopped himself, and they began to walk slowly along the Embankment, the moon fronting them. "With how sad steps she climbs the sky, How silently and with how wan a face," Rodney quoted. | No speaker | for yourself. That is why"<|quote|>Here he stopped himself, and they began to walk slowly along the Embankment, the moon fronting them. "With how sad steps she climbs the sky, How silently and with how wan a face," Rodney quoted.</|quote|>"I ve been told a | faculties; you must feel that for yourself. That is why"<|quote|>Here he stopped himself, and they began to walk slowly along the Embankment, the moon fronting them. "With how sad steps she climbs the sky, How silently and with how wan a face," Rodney quoted.</|quote|>"I ve been told a great many unpleasant things abou... | would recommend marriage?" said Katharine, with her eyes fixed on the moon. "Certainly I should. Not for you only, but for all women. Why, you re nothing at all without it; you re only half alive; using only half your faculties; you must feel that for yourself. That is why"<|quote|>Here he stopped himself, and they beg... | to feel what I do feel. If I could write ah, that would be another matter. I shouldn t bother you to marry me then, Katharine." He spoke these disconnected sentences rather abruptly, with his eyes alternately upon the moon and upon the stream. "But for me I suppose you would recommend marriage?" said Katharine, with he... | of lonely mist-shrouded voyagings. "Ah!" Rodney cried, striking his hand once more upon the balustrade, "why can t one say how beautiful it all is? Why am I condemned for ever, Katharine, to feel what I can t express? And the things I can give there s no use in my giving. Trust me, Katharine," he added hastily, "I won ... | time-worn arch, and struck it meditatively two or three times in order to illustrate something very obscure about the complex nature of one s apprehension of facts. During the pause which this necessitated, Katharine and Rodney turned the corner and disappeared. For a moment Denham stopped involuntarily in his sentence... | could judge by the way they turned towards each other, to be talking very constantly. He observed that when a pedestrian going the opposite way forced them to part they came together again directly afterwards. Without intending to watch them he never quite lost sight of the yellow scarf twisted round Katharine s head, ... | upon it were torn by the current and joined together again. Very far off up the river a steamer hooted with its hollow voice of unspeakable melancholy, as if from the heart of lonely mist-shrouded voyagings. "Ah!" Rodney cried, striking his hand once more upon the balustrade, "why can t one say how beautiful it all is?... | Night And Day |
"I ve been told a great many unpleasant things about myself to-night," | Katharine Hilbery | wan a face," Rodney quoted.<|quote|>"I ve been told a great many unpleasant things about myself to-night,"</|quote|>Katharine stated, without attending to | How silently and with how wan a face," Rodney quoted.<|quote|>"I ve been told a great many unpleasant things about myself to-night,"</|quote|>Katharine stated, without attending to him. "Mr. Denham seems to | alive; using only half your faculties; you must feel that for yourself. That is why" Here he stopped himself, and they began to walk slowly along the Embankment, the moon fronting them. "With how sad steps she climbs the sky, How silently and with how wan a face," Rodney quoted.<|quote|>"I ve been told a great many unp... | eyes alternately upon the moon and upon the stream. "But for me I suppose you would recommend marriage?" said Katharine, with her eyes fixed on the moon. "Certainly I should. Not for you only, but for all women. Why, you re nothing at all without it; you re only half alive; using only half your faculties; you must feel... | I can t express? And the things I can give there s no use in my giving. Trust me, Katharine," he added hastily, "I won t speak of it again. But in the presence of beauty look at the iridescence round the moon! one feels one feels Perhaps if you married me I m half a poet, you see, and I can t pretend not to feel what I... | Rodney turned the corner and disappeared. For a moment Denham stopped involuntarily in his sentence, and continued it with a sense of having lost something. Unconscious that they were observed, Katharine and Rodney had come out on the Embankment. When they had crossed the road, Rodney slapped his hand upon the stone pa... | Without intending to watch them he never quite lost sight of the yellow scarf twisted round Katharine s head, or the light overcoat which made Rodney look fashionable among the crowd. At the Strand he supposed that they would separate, but instead they crossed the road, and took their way down one of the narrow passage... | a sense of having lost something. Unconscious that they were observed, Katharine and Rodney had come out on the Embankment. When they had crossed the road, Rodney slapped his hand upon the stone parapet above the river and exclaimed: "I promise I won t say another word about it, Katharine! But do stop a minute and look... | Night And Day |
Katharine stated, without attending to him. | No speaker | unpleasant things about myself to-night,"<|quote|>Katharine stated, without attending to him.</|quote|>"Mr. Denham seems to think | been told a great many unpleasant things about myself to-night,"<|quote|>Katharine stated, without attending to him.</|quote|>"Mr. Denham seems to think it his mission to lecture | That is why" Here he stopped himself, and they began to walk slowly along the Embankment, the moon fronting them. "With how sad steps she climbs the sky, How silently and with how wan a face," Rodney quoted. "I ve been told a great many unpleasant things about myself to-night,"<|quote|>Katharine stated, without attendi... | I suppose you would recommend marriage?" said Katharine, with her eyes fixed on the moon. "Certainly I should. Not for you only, but for all women. Why, you re nothing at all without it; you re only half alive; using only half your faculties; you must feel that for yourself. That is why" Here he stopped himself, and th... | no use in my giving. Trust me, Katharine," he added hastily, "I won t speak of it again. But in the presence of beauty look at the iridescence round the moon! one feels one feels Perhaps if you married me I m half a poet, you see, and I can t pretend not to feel what I do feel. If I could write ah, that would be anothe... | in his sentence, and continued it with a sense of having lost something. Unconscious that they were observed, Katharine and Rodney had come out on the Embankment. When they had crossed the road, Rodney slapped his hand upon the stone parapet above the river and exclaimed: "I promise I won t say another word about it, K... | yellow scarf twisted round Katharine s head, or the light overcoat which made Rodney look fashionable among the crowd. At the Strand he supposed that they would separate, but instead they crossed the road, and took their way down one of the narrow passages which lead through ancient courts to the river. Among the crowd... | his hand once more upon the balustrade, "why can t one say how beautiful it all is? Why am I condemned for ever, Katharine, to feel what I can t express? And the things I can give there s no use in my giving. Trust me, Katharine," he added hastily, "I won t speak of it again. But in the presence of beauty look at the i... | Night And Day |
"Mr. Denham seems to think it his mission to lecture me, though I hardly know him. By the way, William, you know him; tell me, what is he like?" | Katharine Hilbery | stated, without attending to him.<|quote|>"Mr. Denham seems to think it his mission to lecture me, though I hardly know him. By the way, William, you know him; tell me, what is he like?"</|quote|>William drew a deep sigh. | things about myself to-night," Katharine stated, without attending to him.<|quote|>"Mr. Denham seems to think it his mission to lecture me, though I hardly know him. By the way, William, you know him; tell me, what is he like?"</|quote|>William drew a deep sigh. "We may lecture you till | himself, and they began to walk slowly along the Embankment, the moon fronting them. "With how sad steps she climbs the sky, How silently and with how wan a face," Rodney quoted. "I ve been told a great many unpleasant things about myself to-night," Katharine stated, without attending to him.<|quote|>"Mr. Denham seems ... | said Katharine, with her eyes fixed on the moon. "Certainly I should. Not for you only, but for all women. Why, you re nothing at all without it; you re only half alive; using only half your faculties; you must feel that for yourself. That is why" Here he stopped himself, and they began to walk slowly along the Embankm... | me, Katharine," he added hastily, "I won t speak of it again. But in the presence of beauty look at the iridescence round the moon! one feels one feels Perhaps if you married me I m half a poet, you see, and I can t pretend not to feel what I do feel. If I could write ah, that would be another matter. I shouldn t bothe... | with a sense of having lost something. Unconscious that they were observed, Katharine and Rodney had come out on the Embankment. When they had crossed the road, Rodney slapped his hand upon the stone parapet above the river and exclaimed: "I promise I won t say another word about it, Katharine! But do stop a minute and... | head, or the light overcoat which made Rodney look fashionable among the crowd. At the Strand he supposed that they would separate, but instead they crossed the road, and took their way down one of the narrow passages which lead through ancient courts to the river. Among the crowd of people in the big thoroughfares Rod... | Katharine! But do stop a minute and look at the moon upon the water." Katharine paused, looked up and down the river, and snuffed the air. "I m sure one can smell the sea, with the wind blowing this way," she said. They stood silent for a few moments while the river shifted in its bed, and the silver and red lights whi... | Night And Day |
William drew a deep sigh. | No speaker | me, what is he like?"<|quote|>William drew a deep sigh.</|quote|>"We may lecture you till | William, you know him; tell me, what is he like?"<|quote|>William drew a deep sigh.</|quote|>"We may lecture you till we re blue in the | face," Rodney quoted. "I ve been told a great many unpleasant things about myself to-night," Katharine stated, without attending to him. "Mr. Denham seems to think it his mission to lecture me, though I hardly know him. By the way, William, you know him; tell me, what is he like?"<|quote|>William drew a deep sigh.</|qu... | re only half alive; using only half your faculties; you must feel that for yourself. That is why" Here he stopped himself, and they began to walk slowly along the Embankment, the moon fronting them. "With how sad steps she climbs the sky, How silently and with how wan a face," Rodney quoted. "I ve been told a great man... | Perhaps if you married me I m half a poet, you see, and I can t pretend not to feel what I do feel. If I could write ah, that would be another matter. I shouldn t bother you to marry me then, Katharine." He spoke these disconnected sentences rather abruptly, with his eyes alternately upon the moon and upon the stream. ... | his hand upon the stone parapet above the river and exclaimed: "I promise I won t say another word about it, Katharine! But do stop a minute and look at the moon upon the water." Katharine paused, looked up and down the river, and snuffed the air. "I m sure one can smell the sea, with the wind blowing this way," she sa... | took their way down one of the narrow passages which lead through ancient courts to the river. Among the crowd of people in the big thoroughfares Rodney seemed merely to be lending Katharine his escort, but now, when passengers were rare and the footsteps of the couple were distinctly heard in the silence, Denham could... | his mind upon them, while with the rest of his intelligence he sought to understand what Sandys was saying. As they passed through the courts thus talking, Sandys laid the tip of his stick upon one of the stones forming a time-worn arch, and struck it meditatively two or three times in order to illustrate something ver... | Night And Day |
"We may lecture you till we re blue in the face" | William Rodney | William drew a deep sigh.<|quote|>"We may lecture you till we re blue in the face"</|quote|>"Yes but what s he | me, what is he like?" William drew a deep sigh.<|quote|>"We may lecture you till we re blue in the face"</|quote|>"Yes but what s he like?" "And we write sonnets | been told a great many unpleasant things about myself to-night," Katharine stated, without attending to him. "Mr. Denham seems to think it his mission to lecture me, though I hardly know him. By the way, William, you know him; tell me, what is he like?" William drew a deep sigh.<|quote|>"We may lecture you till we re b... | only half your faculties; you must feel that for yourself. That is why" Here he stopped himself, and they began to walk slowly along the Embankment, the moon fronting them. "With how sad steps she climbs the sky, How silently and with how wan a face," Rodney quoted. "I ve been told a great many unpleasant things about ... | I m half a poet, you see, and I can t pretend not to feel what I do feel. If I could write ah, that would be another matter. I shouldn t bother you to marry me then, Katharine." He spoke these disconnected sentences rather abruptly, with his eyes alternately upon the moon and upon the stream. "But for me I suppose you ... | parapet above the river and exclaimed: "I promise I won t say another word about it, Katharine! But do stop a minute and look at the moon upon the water." Katharine paused, looked up and down the river, and snuffed the air. "I m sure one can smell the sea, with the wind blowing this way," she said. They stood silent fo... | of the narrow passages which lead through ancient courts to the river. Among the crowd of people in the big thoroughfares Rodney seemed merely to be lending Katharine his escort, but now, when passengers were rare and the footsteps of the couple were distinctly heard in the silence, Denham could not help picturing to h... | and Rodney drew further ahead, and Denham kept, if that is the right expression for an involuntary action, one filament of his mind upon them, while with the rest of his intelligence he sought to understand what Sandys was saying. As they passed through the courts thus talking, Sandys laid the tip of his stick upon one... | Night And Day |
"Yes but what s he like?" | Katharine Hilbery | re blue in the face"<|quote|>"Yes but what s he like?"</|quote|>"And we write sonnets to | may lecture you till we re blue in the face"<|quote|>"Yes but what s he like?"</|quote|>"And we write sonnets to your eyebrows, you cruel practical | stated, without attending to him. "Mr. Denham seems to think it his mission to lecture me, though I hardly know him. By the way, William, you know him; tell me, what is he like?" William drew a deep sigh. "We may lecture you till we re blue in the face"<|quote|>"Yes but what s he like?"</|quote|>"And we write sonnets t... | is why" Here he stopped himself, and they began to walk slowly along the Embankment, the moon fronting them. "With how sad steps she climbs the sky, How silently and with how wan a face," Rodney quoted. "I ve been told a great many unpleasant things about myself to-night," Katharine stated, without attending to him. "M... | pretend not to feel what I do feel. If I could write ah, that would be another matter. I shouldn t bother you to marry me then, Katharine." He spoke these disconnected sentences rather abruptly, with his eyes alternately upon the moon and upon the stream. "But for me I suppose you would recommend marriage?" said Kathar... | say another word about it, Katharine! But do stop a minute and look at the moon upon the water." Katharine paused, looked up and down the river, and snuffed the air. "I m sure one can smell the sea, with the wind blowing this way," she said. They stood silent for a few moments while the river shifted in its bed, and th... | river. Among the crowd of people in the big thoroughfares Rodney seemed merely to be lending Katharine his escort, but now, when passengers were rare and the footsteps of the couple were distinctly heard in the silence, Denham could not help picturing to himself some change in their conversation. The effect of the ligh... | slapped his hand upon the stone parapet above the river and exclaimed: "I promise I won t say another word about it, Katharine! But do stop a minute and look at the moon upon the water." Katharine paused, looked up and down the river, and snuffed the air. "I m sure one can smell the sea, with the wind blowing this way,... | Night And Day |
"And we write sonnets to your eyebrows, you cruel practical creature. Denham?" | William Rodney | but what s he like?"<|quote|>"And we write sonnets to your eyebrows, you cruel practical creature. Denham?"</|quote|>he added, as Katharine remained | blue in the face" "Yes but what s he like?"<|quote|>"And we write sonnets to your eyebrows, you cruel practical creature. Denham?"</|quote|>he added, as Katharine remained silent. "A good fellow, I | Denham seems to think it his mission to lecture me, though I hardly know him. By the way, William, you know him; tell me, what is he like?" William drew a deep sigh. "We may lecture you till we re blue in the face" "Yes but what s he like?"<|quote|>"And we write sonnets to your eyebrows, you cruel practical creature. D... | and they began to walk slowly along the Embankment, the moon fronting them. "With how sad steps she climbs the sky, How silently and with how wan a face," Rodney quoted. "I ve been told a great many unpleasant things about myself to-night," Katharine stated, without attending to him. "Mr. Denham seems to think it his m... | do feel. If I could write ah, that would be another matter. I shouldn t bother you to marry me then, Katharine." He spoke these disconnected sentences rather abruptly, with his eyes alternately upon the moon and upon the stream. "But for me I suppose you would recommend marriage?" said Katharine, with her eyes fixed on... | But do stop a minute and look at the moon upon the water." Katharine paused, looked up and down the river, and snuffed the air. "I m sure one can smell the sea, with the wind blowing this way," she said. They stood silent for a few moments while the river shifted in its bed, and the silver and red lights which were lai... | in the big thoroughfares Rodney seemed merely to be lending Katharine his escort, but now, when passengers were rare and the footsteps of the couple were distinctly heard in the silence, Denham could not help picturing to himself some change in their conversation. The effect of the light and shadow, which seemed to inc... | laid upon it were torn by the current and joined together again. Very far off up the river a steamer hooted with its hollow voice of unspeakable melancholy, as if from the heart of lonely mist-shrouded voyagings. "Ah!" Rodney cried, striking his hand once more upon the balustrade, "why can t one say how beautiful it al... | Night And Day |
he added, as Katharine remained silent. | No speaker | you cruel practical creature. Denham?"<|quote|>he added, as Katharine remained silent.</|quote|>"A good fellow, I should | write sonnets to your eyebrows, you cruel practical creature. Denham?"<|quote|>he added, as Katharine remained silent.</|quote|>"A good fellow, I should think. He cares, naturally, for | hardly know him. By the way, William, you know him; tell me, what is he like?" William drew a deep sigh. "We may lecture you till we re blue in the face" "Yes but what s he like?" "And we write sonnets to your eyebrows, you cruel practical creature. Denham?"<|quote|>he added, as Katharine remained silent.</|quote|>"A g... | them. "With how sad steps she climbs the sky, How silently and with how wan a face," Rodney quoted. "I ve been told a great many unpleasant things about myself to-night," Katharine stated, without attending to him. "Mr. Denham seems to think it his mission to lecture me, though I hardly know him. By the way, William, y... | I shouldn t bother you to marry me then, Katharine." He spoke these disconnected sentences rather abruptly, with his eyes alternately upon the moon and upon the stream. "But for me I suppose you would recommend marriage?" said Katharine, with her eyes fixed on the moon. "Certainly I should. Not for you only, but for al... | water." Katharine paused, looked up and down the river, and snuffed the air. "I m sure one can smell the sea, with the wind blowing this way," she said. They stood silent for a few moments while the river shifted in its bed, and the silver and red lights which were laid upon it were torn by the current and joined toget... | escort, but now, when passengers were rare and the footsteps of the couple were distinctly heard in the silence, Denham could not help picturing to himself some change in their conversation. The effect of the light and shadow, which seemed to increase their height, was to make them mysterious and significant, so that D... | how this decision had been arrived at, and what changes it involved in the philosophy which they both accepted. Meanwhile Katharine and Rodney drew further ahead, and Denham kept, if that is the right expression for an involuntary action, one filament of his mind upon them, while with the rest of his intelligence he so... | Night And Day |
"A good fellow, I should think. He cares, naturally, for the right sort of things, I expect. But you mustn t marry him, though. He scolded you, did he what did he say?" | William Rodney | added, as Katharine remained silent.<|quote|>"A good fellow, I should think. He cares, naturally, for the right sort of things, I expect. But you mustn t marry him, though. He scolded you, did he what did he say?"</|quote|>"What happens with Mr. Denham | cruel practical creature. Denham?" he added, as Katharine remained silent.<|quote|>"A good fellow, I should think. He cares, naturally, for the right sort of things, I expect. But you mustn t marry him, though. He scolded you, did he what did he say?"</|quote|>"What happens with Mr. Denham is this: He comes to | William, you know him; tell me, what is he like?" William drew a deep sigh. "We may lecture you till we re blue in the face" "Yes but what s he like?" "And we write sonnets to your eyebrows, you cruel practical creature. Denham?" he added, as Katharine remained silent.<|quote|>"A good fellow, I should think. He cares, ... | climbs the sky, How silently and with how wan a face," Rodney quoted. "I ve been told a great many unpleasant things about myself to-night," Katharine stated, without attending to him. "Mr. Denham seems to think it his mission to lecture me, though I hardly know him. By the way, William, you know him; tell me, what is ... | marry me then, Katharine." He spoke these disconnected sentences rather abruptly, with his eyes alternately upon the moon and upon the stream. "But for me I suppose you would recommend marriage?" said Katharine, with her eyes fixed on the moon. "Certainly I should. Not for you only, but for all women. Why, you re nothi... | down the river, and snuffed the air. "I m sure one can smell the sea, with the wind blowing this way," she said. They stood silent for a few moments while the river shifted in its bed, and the silver and red lights which were laid upon it were torn by the current and joined together again. Very far off up the river a s... | rare and the footsteps of the couple were distinctly heard in the silence, Denham could not help picturing to himself some change in their conversation. The effect of the light and shadow, which seemed to increase their height, was to make them mysterious and significant, so that Denham had no feeling of irritation wit... | one feels Perhaps if you married me I m half a poet, you see, and I can t pretend not to feel what I do feel. If I could write ah, that would be another matter. I shouldn t bother you to marry me then, Katharine." He spoke these disconnected sentences rather abruptly, with his eyes alternately upon the moon and upon th... | Night And Day |
"What happens with Mr. Denham is this: He comes to tea. I do all I can to put him at his ease. He merely sits and scowls at me. Then I show him our manuscripts. At this he becomes really angry, and tells me I ve no business to call myself a middle-class woman. So we part in a huff; and next time we meet, which was to-n... | Katharine Hilbery | he what did he say?"<|quote|>"What happens with Mr. Denham is this: He comes to tea. I do all I can to put him at his ease. He merely sits and scowls at me. Then I show him our manuscripts. At this he becomes really angry, and tells me I ve no business to call myself a middle-class woman. So we part in a huff; and next... | though. He scolded you, did he what did he say?"<|quote|>"What happens with Mr. Denham is this: He comes to tea. I do all I can to put him at his ease. He merely sits and scowls at me. Then I show him our manuscripts. At this he becomes really angry, and tells me I ve no business to call myself a middle-class woman. So... | we write sonnets to your eyebrows, you cruel practical creature. Denham?" he added, as Katharine remained silent. "A good fellow, I should think. He cares, naturally, for the right sort of things, I expect. But you mustn t marry him, though. He scolded you, did he what did he say?"<|quote|>"What happens with Mr. Denham... | seems to think it his mission to lecture me, though I hardly know him. By the way, William, you know him; tell me, what is he like?" William drew a deep sigh. "We may lecture you till we re blue in the face" "Yes but what s he like?" "And we write sonnets to your eyebrows, you cruel practical creature. Denham?" he adde... | with her eyes fixed on the moon. "Certainly I should. Not for you only, but for all women. Why, you re nothing at all without it; you re only half alive; using only half your faculties; you must feel that for yourself. That is why" Here he stopped himself, and they began to walk slowly along the Embankment, the moon fr... | shifted in its bed, and the silver and red lights which were laid upon it were torn by the current and joined together again. Very far off up the river a steamer hooted with its hollow voice of unspeakable melancholy, as if from the heart of lonely mist-shrouded voyagings. "Ah!" Rodney cried, striking his hand once mor... | seemed to increase their height, was to make them mysterious and significant, so that Denham had no feeling of irritation with Katharine, but rather a half-dreamy acquiescence in the course of the world. Yes, she did very well to dream about but Sandys had suddenly begun to talk. He was a solitary man who had made his ... | can t pretend not to feel what I do feel. If I could write ah, that would be another matter. I shouldn t bother you to marry me then, Katharine." He spoke these disconnected sentences rather abruptly, with his eyes alternately upon the moon and upon the stream. "But for me I suppose you would recommend marriage?" said ... | Night And Day |
She paused and, slackening her steps, looked at the lighted train drawing itself smoothly over Hungerford Bridge. | No speaker | know, what does it mean?"<|quote|>She paused and, slackening her steps, looked at the lighted train drawing itself smoothly over Hungerford Bridge.</|quote|>"It means, I should say, | complains of. I want to know, what does it mean?"<|quote|>She paused and, slackening her steps, looked at the lighted train drawing itself smoothly over Hungerford Bridge.</|quote|>"It means, I should say, that he finds you chilly | to call myself a middle-class woman. So we part in a huff; and next time we meet, which was to-night, he walks straight up to me, and says, Go to the Devil! That s the sort of behavior my mother complains of. I want to know, what does it mean?"<|quote|>She paused and, slackening her steps, looked at the lighted train d... | he say?" "What happens with Mr. Denham is this: He comes to tea. I do all I can to put him at his ease. He merely sits and scowls at me. Then I show him our manuscripts. At this he becomes really angry, and tells me I ve no business to call myself a middle-class woman. So we part in a huff; and next time we meet, which... | "Mr. Denham seems to think it his mission to lecture me, though I hardly know him. By the way, William, you know him; tell me, what is he like?" William drew a deep sigh. "We may lecture you till we re blue in the face" "Yes but what s he like?" "And we write sonnets to your eyebrows, you cruel practical creature. Denh... | me, Katharine," he added hastily, "I won t speak of it again. But in the presence of beauty look at the iridescence round the moon! one feels one feels Perhaps if you married me I m half a poet, you see, and I can t pretend not to feel what I do feel. If I could write ah, that would be another matter. I shouldn t bothe... | singular, but very restful, for it seemed to ignore completely all accidents of human life, and to span very deep abysses with a few simple words. On this occasion he began, while they waited for a minute on the edge of the Strand: "I hear that Bennett has given up his theory of truth." Denham returned a suitable answe... | should. Not for you only, but for all women. Why, you re nothing at all without it; you re only half alive; using only half your faculties; you must feel that for yourself. That is why" Here he stopped himself, and they began to walk slowly along the Embankment, the moon fronting them. "With how sad steps she climbs th... | Night And Day |
"It means, I should say, that he finds you chilly and unsympathetic." | William Rodney | itself smoothly over Hungerford Bridge.<|quote|>"It means, I should say, that he finds you chilly and unsympathetic."</|quote|>Katharine laughed with round, separate | at the lighted train drawing itself smoothly over Hungerford Bridge.<|quote|>"It means, I should say, that he finds you chilly and unsympathetic."</|quote|>Katharine laughed with round, separate notes of genuine amusement. "It | which was to-night, he walks straight up to me, and says, Go to the Devil! That s the sort of behavior my mother complains of. I want to know, what does it mean?" She paused and, slackening her steps, looked at the lighted train drawing itself smoothly over Hungerford Bridge.<|quote|>"It means, I should say, that he fi... | can to put him at his ease. He merely sits and scowls at me. Then I show him our manuscripts. At this he becomes really angry, and tells me I ve no business to call myself a middle-class woman. So we part in a huff; and next time we meet, which was to-night, he walks straight up to me, and says, Go to the Devil! That s... | the way, William, you know him; tell me, what is he like?" William drew a deep sigh. "We may lecture you till we re blue in the face" "Yes but what s he like?" "And we write sonnets to your eyebrows, you cruel practical creature. Denham?" he added, as Katharine remained silent. "A good fellow, I should think. He cares,... | beauty look at the iridescence round the moon! one feels one feels Perhaps if you married me I m half a poet, you see, and I can t pretend not to feel what I do feel. If I could write ah, that would be another matter. I shouldn t bother you to marry me then, Katharine." He spoke these disconnected sentences rather abru... | span very deep abysses with a few simple words. On this occasion he began, while they waited for a minute on the edge of the Strand: "I hear that Bennett has given up his theory of truth." Denham returned a suitable answer, and he proceeded to explain how this decision had been arrived at, and what changes it involved ... | "I won t speak of it again. But in the presence of beauty look at the iridescence round the moon! one feels one feels Perhaps if you married me I m half a poet, you see, and I can t pretend not to feel what I do feel. If I could write ah, that would be another matter. I shouldn t bother you to marry me then, Katharine.... | Night And Day |
Katharine laughed with round, separate notes of genuine amusement. | No speaker | finds you chilly and unsympathetic."<|quote|>Katharine laughed with round, separate notes of genuine amusement.</|quote|>"It s time I jumped | I should say, that he finds you chilly and unsympathetic."<|quote|>Katharine laughed with round, separate notes of genuine amusement.</|quote|>"It s time I jumped into a cab and hid | to the Devil! That s the sort of behavior my mother complains of. I want to know, what does it mean?" She paused and, slackening her steps, looked at the lighted train drawing itself smoothly over Hungerford Bridge. "It means, I should say, that he finds you chilly and unsympathetic."<|quote|>Katharine laughed with rou... | at me. Then I show him our manuscripts. At this he becomes really angry, and tells me I ve no business to call myself a middle-class woman. So we part in a huff; and next time we meet, which was to-night, he walks straight up to me, and says, Go to the Devil! That s the sort of behavior my mother complains of. I want t... | William drew a deep sigh. "We may lecture you till we re blue in the face" "Yes but what s he like?" "And we write sonnets to your eyebrows, you cruel practical creature. Denham?" he added, as Katharine remained silent. "A good fellow, I should think. He cares, naturally, for the right sort of things, I expect. But you... | Perhaps if you married me I m half a poet, you see, and I can t pretend not to feel what I do feel. If I could write ah, that would be another matter. I shouldn t bother you to marry me then, Katharine." He spoke these disconnected sentences rather abruptly, with his eyes alternately upon the moon and upon the stream. ... | he began, while they waited for a minute on the edge of the Strand: "I hear that Bennett has given up his theory of truth." Denham returned a suitable answer, and he proceeded to explain how this decision had been arrived at, and what changes it involved in the philosophy which they both accepted. Meanwhile Katharine a... | and red lights which were laid upon it were torn by the current and joined together again. Very far off up the river a steamer hooted with its hollow voice of unspeakable melancholy, as if from the heart of lonely mist-shrouded voyagings. "Ah!" Rodney cried, striking his hand once more upon the balustrade, "why can t o... | Night And Day |
"It s time I jumped into a cab and hid myself in my own house," | Katharine Hilbery | separate notes of genuine amusement.<|quote|>"It s time I jumped into a cab and hid myself in my own house,"</|quote|>she exclaimed. "Would your mother | unsympathetic." Katharine laughed with round, separate notes of genuine amusement.<|quote|>"It s time I jumped into a cab and hid myself in my own house,"</|quote|>she exclaimed. "Would your mother object to my being seen | my mother complains of. I want to know, what does it mean?" She paused and, slackening her steps, looked at the lighted train drawing itself smoothly over Hungerford Bridge. "It means, I should say, that he finds you chilly and unsympathetic." Katharine laughed with round, separate notes of genuine amusement.<|quote|>"... | this he becomes really angry, and tells me I ve no business to call myself a middle-class woman. So we part in a huff; and next time we meet, which was to-night, he walks straight up to me, and says, Go to the Devil! That s the sort of behavior my mother complains of. I want to know, what does it mean?" She paused and,... | till we re blue in the face" "Yes but what s he like?" "And we write sonnets to your eyebrows, you cruel practical creature. Denham?" he added, as Katharine remained silent. "A good fellow, I should think. He cares, naturally, for the right sort of things, I expect. But you mustn t marry him, though. He scolded you, di... | poet, you see, and I can t pretend not to feel what I do feel. If I could write ah, that would be another matter. I shouldn t bother you to marry me then, Katharine." He spoke these disconnected sentences rather abruptly, with his eyes alternately upon the moon and upon the stream. "But for me I suppose you would recom... | the edge of the Strand: "I hear that Bennett has given up his theory of truth." Denham returned a suitable answer, and he proceeded to explain how this decision had been arrived at, and what changes it involved in the philosophy which they both accepted. Meanwhile Katharine and Rodney drew further ahead, and Denham kep... | him. "Mr. Denham seems to think it his mission to lecture me, though I hardly know him. By the way, William, you know him; tell me, what is he like?" William drew a deep sigh. "We may lecture you till we re blue in the face" "Yes but what s he like?" "And we write sonnets to your eyebrows, you cruel practical creature.... | Night And Day |
she exclaimed. | No speaker | myself in my own house,"<|quote|>she exclaimed.</|quote|>"Would your mother object to | into a cab and hid myself in my own house,"<|quote|>she exclaimed.</|quote|>"Would your mother object to my being seen with you? | slackening her steps, looked at the lighted train drawing itself smoothly over Hungerford Bridge. "It means, I should say, that he finds you chilly and unsympathetic." Katharine laughed with round, separate notes of genuine amusement. "It s time I jumped into a cab and hid myself in my own house,"<|quote|>she exclaimed... | a middle-class woman. So we part in a huff; and next time we meet, which was to-night, he walks straight up to me, and says, Go to the Devil! That s the sort of behavior my mother complains of. I want to know, what does it mean?" She paused and, slackening her steps, looked at the lighted train drawing itself smoothly ... | write sonnets to your eyebrows, you cruel practical creature. Denham?" he added, as Katharine remained silent. "A good fellow, I should think. He cares, naturally, for the right sort of things, I expect. But you mustn t marry him, though. He scolded you, did he what did he say?" "What happens with Mr. Denham is this: H... | If I could write ah, that would be another matter. I shouldn t bother you to marry me then, Katharine." He spoke these disconnected sentences rather abruptly, with his eyes alternately upon the moon and upon the stream. "But for me I suppose you would recommend marriage?" said Katharine, with her eyes fixed on the moon... | truth." Denham returned a suitable answer, and he proceeded to explain how this decision had been arrived at, and what changes it involved in the philosophy which they both accepted. Meanwhile Katharine and Rodney drew further ahead, and Denham kept, if that is the right expression for an involuntary action, one filame... | how sad steps she climbs the sky, How silently and with how wan a face," Rodney quoted. "I ve been told a great many unpleasant things about myself to-night," Katharine stated, without attending to him. "Mr. Denham seems to think it his mission to lecture me, though I hardly know him. By the way, William, you know him;... | Night And Day |
"Would your mother object to my being seen with you? No one could possibly recognize us, could they?" | William Rodney | my own house," she exclaimed.<|quote|>"Would your mother object to my being seen with you? No one could possibly recognize us, could they?"</|quote|>Rodney inquired, with some solicitude. | cab and hid myself in my own house," she exclaimed.<|quote|>"Would your mother object to my being seen with you? No one could possibly recognize us, could they?"</|quote|>Rodney inquired, with some solicitude. Katharine looked at him, and | steps, looked at the lighted train drawing itself smoothly over Hungerford Bridge. "It means, I should say, that he finds you chilly and unsympathetic." Katharine laughed with round, separate notes of genuine amusement. "It s time I jumped into a cab and hid myself in my own house," she exclaimed.<|quote|>"Would your m... | woman. So we part in a huff; and next time we meet, which was to-night, he walks straight up to me, and says, Go to the Devil! That s the sort of behavior my mother complains of. I want to know, what does it mean?" She paused and, slackening her steps, looked at the lighted train drawing itself smoothly over Hungerford... | to your eyebrows, you cruel practical creature. Denham?" he added, as Katharine remained silent. "A good fellow, I should think. He cares, naturally, for the right sort of things, I expect. But you mustn t marry him, though. He scolded you, did he what did he say?" "What happens with Mr. Denham is this: He comes to tea... | could write ah, that would be another matter. I shouldn t bother you to marry me then, Katharine." He spoke these disconnected sentences rather abruptly, with his eyes alternately upon the moon and upon the stream. "But for me I suppose you would recommend marriage?" said Katharine, with her eyes fixed on the moon. "Ce... | returned a suitable answer, and he proceeded to explain how this decision had been arrived at, and what changes it involved in the philosophy which they both accepted. Meanwhile Katharine and Rodney drew further ahead, and Denham kept, if that is the right expression for an involuntary action, one filament of his mind ... | silently and with how wan a face," Rodney quoted. "I ve been told a great many unpleasant things about myself to-night," Katharine stated, without attending to him. "Mr. Denham seems to think it his mission to lecture me, though I hardly know him. By the way, William, you know him; tell me, what is he like?" William dr... | Night And Day |
Rodney inquired, with some solicitude. Katharine looked at him, and perceiving that his solicitude was genuine, she laughed again, but with an ironical note in her laughter. | No speaker | possibly recognize us, could they?"<|quote|>Rodney inquired, with some solicitude. Katharine looked at him, and perceiving that his solicitude was genuine, she laughed again, but with an ironical note in her laughter.</|quote|>"You may laugh, Katharine, but | with you? No one could possibly recognize us, could they?"<|quote|>Rodney inquired, with some solicitude. Katharine looked at him, and perceiving that his solicitude was genuine, she laughed again, but with an ironical note in her laughter.</|quote|>"You may laugh, Katharine, but I can tell you that | he finds you chilly and unsympathetic." Katharine laughed with round, separate notes of genuine amusement. "It s time I jumped into a cab and hid myself in my own house," she exclaimed. "Would your mother object to my being seen with you? No one could possibly recognize us, could they?"<|quote|>Rodney inquired, with so... | up to me, and says, Go to the Devil! That s the sort of behavior my mother complains of. I want to know, what does it mean?" She paused and, slackening her steps, looked at the lighted train drawing itself smoothly over Hungerford Bridge. "It means, I should say, that he finds you chilly and unsympathetic." Katharine l... | should think. He cares, naturally, for the right sort of things, I expect. But you mustn t marry him, though. He scolded you, did he what did he say?" "What happens with Mr. Denham is this: He comes to tea. I do all I can to put him at his ease. He merely sits and scowls at me. Then I show him our manuscripts. At this ... | He spoke these disconnected sentences rather abruptly, with his eyes alternately upon the moon and upon the stream. "But for me I suppose you would recommend marriage?" said Katharine, with her eyes fixed on the moon. "Certainly I should. Not for you only, but for all women. Why, you re nothing at all without it; you r... | changes it involved in the philosophy which they both accepted. Meanwhile Katharine and Rodney drew further ahead, and Denham kept, if that is the right expression for an involuntary action, one filament of his mind upon them, while with the rest of his intelligence he sought to understand what Sandys was saying. As th... | Katharine," he added hastily, "I won t speak of it again. But in the presence of beauty look at the iridescence round the moon! one feels one feels Perhaps if you married me I m half a poet, you see, and I can t pretend not to feel what I do feel. If I could write ah, that would be another matter. I shouldn t bother yo... | Night And Day |
"You may laugh, Katharine, but I can tell you that if any of your friends saw us together at this time of night they would talk about it, and I should find that very disagreeable. But why do you laugh?" | William Rodney | ironical note in her laughter.<|quote|>"You may laugh, Katharine, but I can tell you that if any of your friends saw us together at this time of night they would talk about it, and I should find that very disagreeable. But why do you laugh?"</|quote|>"I don t know. Because | laughed again, but with an ironical note in her laughter.<|quote|>"You may laugh, Katharine, but I can tell you that if any of your friends saw us together at this time of night they would talk about it, and I should find that very disagreeable. But why do you laugh?"</|quote|>"I don t know. Because you re such a queer | my own house," she exclaimed. "Would your mother object to my being seen with you? No one could possibly recognize us, could they?" Rodney inquired, with some solicitude. Katharine looked at him, and perceiving that his solicitude was genuine, she laughed again, but with an ironical note in her laughter.<|quote|>"You m... | She paused and, slackening her steps, looked at the lighted train drawing itself smoothly over Hungerford Bridge. "It means, I should say, that he finds you chilly and unsympathetic." Katharine laughed with round, separate notes of genuine amusement. "It s time I jumped into a cab and hid myself in my own house," she e... | he say?" "What happens with Mr. Denham is this: He comes to tea. I do all I can to put him at his ease. He merely sits and scowls at me. Then I show him our manuscripts. At this he becomes really angry, and tells me I ve no business to call myself a middle-class woman. So we part in a huff; and next time we meet, which... | said Katharine, with her eyes fixed on the moon. "Certainly I should. Not for you only, but for all women. Why, you re nothing at all without it; you re only half alive; using only half your faculties; you must feel that for yourself. That is why" Here he stopped himself, and they began to walk slowly along the Embankm... | an involuntary action, one filament of his mind upon them, while with the rest of his intelligence he sought to understand what Sandys was saying. As they passed through the courts thus talking, Sandys laid the tip of his stick upon one of the stones forming a time-worn arch, and struck it meditatively two or three tim... | deep sigh. "We may lecture you till we re blue in the face" "Yes but what s he like?" "And we write sonnets to your eyebrows, you cruel practical creature. Denham?" he added, as Katharine remained silent. "A good fellow, I should think. He cares, naturally, for the right sort of things, I expect. But you mustn t marry ... | Night And Day |
"I don t know. Because you re such a queer mixture, I think. You re half poet and half old maid." | Katharine Hilbery | But why do you laugh?"<|quote|>"I don t know. Because you re such a queer mixture, I think. You re half poet and half old maid."</|quote|>"I know I always seem | should find that very disagreeable. But why do you laugh?"<|quote|>"I don t know. Because you re such a queer mixture, I think. You re half poet and half old maid."</|quote|>"I know I always seem to you highly ridiculous. But | laughed again, but with an ironical note in her laughter. "You may laugh, Katharine, but I can tell you that if any of your friends saw us together at this time of night they would talk about it, and I should find that very disagreeable. But why do you laugh?"<|quote|>"I don t know. Because you re such a queer mixture,... | time I jumped into a cab and hid myself in my own house," she exclaimed. "Would your mother object to my being seen with you? No one could possibly recognize us, could they?" Rodney inquired, with some solicitude. Katharine looked at him, and perceiving that his solicitude was genuine, she laughed again, but with an ir... | becomes really angry, and tells me I ve no business to call myself a middle-class woman. So we part in a huff; and next time we meet, which was to-night, he walks straight up to me, and says, Go to the Devil! That s the sort of behavior my mother complains of. I want to know, what does it mean?" She paused and, slacken... | feel that for yourself. That is why" Here he stopped himself, and they began to walk slowly along the Embankment, the moon fronting them. "With how sad steps she climbs the sky, How silently and with how wan a face," Rodney quoted. "I ve been told a great many unpleasant things about myself to-night," Katharine stated,... | upon one of the stones forming a time-worn arch, and struck it meditatively two or three times in order to illustrate something very obscure about the complex nature of one s apprehension of facts. During the pause which this necessitated, Katharine and Rodney turned the corner and disappeared. For a moment Denham stop... | me, though I hardly know him. By the way, William, you know him; tell me, what is he like?" William drew a deep sigh. "We may lecture you till we re blue in the face" "Yes but what s he like?" "And we write sonnets to your eyebrows, you cruel practical creature. Denham?" he added, as Katharine remained silent. "A good ... | Night And Day |
"I know I always seem to you highly ridiculous. But I can t help having inherited certain traditions and trying to put them into practice." | William Rodney | poet and half old maid."<|quote|>"I know I always seem to you highly ridiculous. But I can t help having inherited certain traditions and trying to put them into practice."</|quote|>"Nonsense, William. You may come | I think. You re half poet and half old maid."<|quote|>"I know I always seem to you highly ridiculous. But I can t help having inherited certain traditions and trying to put them into practice."</|quote|>"Nonsense, William. You may come of the oldest family in | any of your friends saw us together at this time of night they would talk about it, and I should find that very disagreeable. But why do you laugh?" "I don t know. Because you re such a queer mixture, I think. You re half poet and half old maid."<|quote|>"I know I always seem to you highly ridiculous. But I can t help ... | being seen with you? No one could possibly recognize us, could they?" Rodney inquired, with some solicitude. Katharine looked at him, and perceiving that his solicitude was genuine, she laughed again, but with an ironical note in her laughter. "You may laugh, Katharine, but I can tell you that if any of your friends sa... | huff; and next time we meet, which was to-night, he walks straight up to me, and says, Go to the Devil! That s the sort of behavior my mother complains of. I want to know, what does it mean?" She paused and, slackening her steps, looked at the lighted train drawing itself smoothly over Hungerford Bridge. "It means, I s... | moon fronting them. "With how sad steps she climbs the sky, How silently and with how wan a face," Rodney quoted. "I ve been told a great many unpleasant things about myself to-night," Katharine stated, without attending to him. "Mr. Denham seems to think it his mission to lecture me, though I hardly know him. By the w... | something very obscure about the complex nature of one s apprehension of facts. During the pause which this necessitated, Katharine and Rodney turned the corner and disappeared. For a moment Denham stopped involuntarily in his sentence, and continued it with a sense of having lost something. Unconscious that they were ... | one say how beautiful it all is? Why am I condemned for ever, Katharine, to feel what I can t express? And the things I can give there s no use in my giving. Trust me, Katharine," he added hastily, "I won t speak of it again. But in the presence of beauty look at the iridescence round the moon! one feels one feels Perh... | Night And Day |
"Nonsense, William. You may come of the oldest family in Devonshire, but that s no reason why you should mind being seen alone with me on the Embankment." | Katharine Hilbery | to put them into practice."<|quote|>"Nonsense, William. You may come of the oldest family in Devonshire, but that s no reason why you should mind being seen alone with me on the Embankment."</|quote|>"I m ten years older | inherited certain traditions and trying to put them into practice."<|quote|>"Nonsense, William. You may come of the oldest family in Devonshire, but that s no reason why you should mind being seen alone with me on the Embankment."</|quote|>"I m ten years older than you are, Katharine, and | why do you laugh?" "I don t know. Because you re such a queer mixture, I think. You re half poet and half old maid." "I know I always seem to you highly ridiculous. But I can t help having inherited certain traditions and trying to put them into practice."<|quote|>"Nonsense, William. You may come of the oldest family i... | solicitude was genuine, she laughed again, but with an ironical note in her laughter. "You may laugh, Katharine, but I can tell you that if any of your friends saw us together at this time of night they would talk about it, and I should find that very disagreeable. But why do you laugh?" "I don t know. Because you re s... | of behavior my mother complains of. I want to know, what does it mean?" She paused and, slackening her steps, looked at the lighted train drawing itself smoothly over Hungerford Bridge. "It means, I should say, that he finds you chilly and unsympathetic." Katharine laughed with round, separate notes of genuine amusemen... | a great many unpleasant things about myself to-night," Katharine stated, without attending to him. "Mr. Denham seems to think it his mission to lecture me, though I hardly know him. By the way, William, you know him; tell me, what is he like?" William drew a deep sigh. "We may lecture you till we re blue in the face" "... | and disappeared. For a moment Denham stopped involuntarily in his sentence, and continued it with a sense of having lost something. Unconscious that they were observed, Katharine and Rodney had come out on the Embankment. When they had crossed the road, Rodney slapped his hand upon the stone parapet above the river and... | the face" "Yes but what s he like?" "And we write sonnets to your eyebrows, you cruel practical creature. Denham?" he added, as Katharine remained silent. "A good fellow, I should think. He cares, naturally, for the right sort of things, I expect. But you mustn t marry him, though. He scolded you, did he what did he sa... | Night And Day |
"I m ten years older than you are, Katharine, and I know more of the world than you do." | William Rodney | with me on the Embankment."<|quote|>"I m ten years older than you are, Katharine, and I know more of the world than you do."</|quote|>"Very well. Leave me and | should mind being seen alone with me on the Embankment."<|quote|>"I m ten years older than you are, Katharine, and I know more of the world than you do."</|quote|>"Very well. Leave me and go home." Rodney looked back | always seem to you highly ridiculous. But I can t help having inherited certain traditions and trying to put them into practice." "Nonsense, William. You may come of the oldest family in Devonshire, but that s no reason why you should mind being seen alone with me on the Embankment."<|quote|>"I m ten years older than y... | friends saw us together at this time of night they would talk about it, and I should find that very disagreeable. But why do you laugh?" "I don t know. Because you re such a queer mixture, I think. You re half poet and half old maid." "I know I always seem to you highly ridiculous. But I can t help having inherited cer... | over Hungerford Bridge. "It means, I should say, that he finds you chilly and unsympathetic." Katharine laughed with round, separate notes of genuine amusement. "It s time I jumped into a cab and hid myself in my own house," she exclaimed. "Would your mother object to my being seen with you? No one could possibly recog... | know him. By the way, William, you know him; tell me, what is he like?" William drew a deep sigh. "We may lecture you till we re blue in the face" "Yes but what s he like?" "And we write sonnets to your eyebrows, you cruel practical creature. Denham?" he added, as Katharine remained silent. "A good fellow, I should thi... | Rodney had come out on the Embankment. When they had crossed the road, Rodney slapped his hand upon the stone parapet above the river and exclaimed: "I promise I won t say another word about it, Katharine! But do stop a minute and look at the moon upon the water." Katharine paused, looked up and down the river, and snu... | myself a middle-class woman. So we part in a huff; and next time we meet, which was to-night, he walks straight up to me, and says, Go to the Devil! That s the sort of behavior my mother complains of. I want to know, what does it mean?" She paused and, slackening her steps, looked at the lighted train drawing itself sm... | Night And Day |
"Very well. Leave me and go home." | Katharine Hilbery | the world than you do."<|quote|>"Very well. Leave me and go home."</|quote|>Rodney looked back over his | and I know more of the world than you do."<|quote|>"Very well. Leave me and go home."</|quote|>Rodney looked back over his shoulder and perceived that they | them into practice." "Nonsense, William. You may come of the oldest family in Devonshire, but that s no reason why you should mind being seen alone with me on the Embankment." "I m ten years older than you are, Katharine, and I know more of the world than you do."<|quote|>"Very well. Leave me and go home."</|quote|>Rod... | very disagreeable. But why do you laugh?" "I don t know. Because you re such a queer mixture, I think. You re half poet and half old maid." "I know I always seem to you highly ridiculous. But I can t help having inherited certain traditions and trying to put them into practice." "Nonsense, William. You may come of the ... | separate notes of genuine amusement. "It s time I jumped into a cab and hid myself in my own house," she exclaimed. "Would your mother object to my being seen with you? No one could possibly recognize us, could they?" Rodney inquired, with some solicitude. Katharine looked at him, and perceiving that his solicitude was... | sigh. "We may lecture you till we re blue in the face" "Yes but what s he like?" "And we write sonnets to your eyebrows, you cruel practical creature. Denham?" he added, as Katharine remained silent. "A good fellow, I should think. He cares, naturally, for the right sort of things, I expect. But you mustn t marry him, ... | stone parapet above the river and exclaimed: "I promise I won t say another word about it, Katharine! But do stop a minute and look at the moon upon the water." Katharine paused, looked up and down the river, and snuffed the air. "I m sure one can smell the sea, with the wind blowing this way," she said. They stood sil... | face," Rodney quoted. "I ve been told a great many unpleasant things about myself to-night," Katharine stated, without attending to him. "Mr. Denham seems to think it his mission to lecture me, though I hardly know him. By the way, William, you know him; tell me, what is he like?" William drew a deep sigh. "We may lect... | Night And Day |
Rodney looked back over his shoulder and perceived that they were being followed at a short distance by a taxicab, which evidently awaited his summons. Katharine saw it, too, and exclaimed: | No speaker | Leave me and go home."<|quote|>Rodney looked back over his shoulder and perceived that they were being followed at a short distance by a taxicab, which evidently awaited his summons. Katharine saw it, too, and exclaimed:</|quote|>"Don t call that cab | than you do." "Very well. Leave me and go home."<|quote|>Rodney looked back over his shoulder and perceived that they were being followed at a short distance by a taxicab, which evidently awaited his summons. Katharine saw it, too, and exclaimed:</|quote|>"Don t call that cab for me, William. I shall | come of the oldest family in Devonshire, but that s no reason why you should mind being seen alone with me on the Embankment." "I m ten years older than you are, Katharine, and I know more of the world than you do." "Very well. Leave me and go home."<|quote|>Rodney looked back over his shoulder and perceived that they ... | "I don t know. Because you re such a queer mixture, I think. You re half poet and half old maid." "I know I always seem to you highly ridiculous. But I can t help having inherited certain traditions and trying to put them into practice." "Nonsense, William. You may come of the oldest family in Devonshire, but that s no... | time I jumped into a cab and hid myself in my own house," she exclaimed. "Would your mother object to my being seen with you? No one could possibly recognize us, could they?" Rodney inquired, with some solicitude. Katharine looked at him, and perceiving that his solicitude was genuine, she laughed again, but with an ir... | re blue in the face" "Yes but what s he like?" "And we write sonnets to your eyebrows, you cruel practical creature. Denham?" he added, as Katharine remained silent. "A good fellow, I should think. He cares, naturally, for the right sort of things, I expect. But you mustn t marry him, though. He scolded you, did he wha... | "I promise I won t say another word about it, Katharine! But do stop a minute and look at the moon upon the water." Katharine paused, looked up and down the river, and snuffed the air. "I m sure one can smell the sea, with the wind blowing this way," she said. They stood silent for a few moments while the river shifted... | in a huff; and next time we meet, which was to-night, he walks straight up to me, and says, Go to the Devil! That s the sort of behavior my mother complains of. I want to know, what does it mean?" She paused and, slackening her steps, looked at the lighted train drawing itself smoothly over Hungerford Bridge. "It means... | Night And Day |
"Don t call that cab for me, William. I shall walk." | Katharine Hilbery | saw it, too, and exclaimed:<|quote|>"Don t call that cab for me, William. I shall walk."</|quote|>"Nonsense, Katharine; you ll do | evidently awaited his summons. Katharine saw it, too, and exclaimed:<|quote|>"Don t call that cab for me, William. I shall walk."</|quote|>"Nonsense, Katharine; you ll do nothing of the kind. It | are, Katharine, and I know more of the world than you do." "Very well. Leave me and go home." Rodney looked back over his shoulder and perceived that they were being followed at a short distance by a taxicab, which evidently awaited his summons. Katharine saw it, too, and exclaimed:<|quote|>"Don t call that cab for me,... | I can t help having inherited certain traditions and trying to put them into practice." "Nonsense, William. You may come of the oldest family in Devonshire, but that s no reason why you should mind being seen alone with me on the Embankment." "I m ten years older than you are, Katharine, and I know more of the world th... | could they?" Rodney inquired, with some solicitude. Katharine looked at him, and perceiving that his solicitude was genuine, she laughed again, but with an ironical note in her laughter. "You may laugh, Katharine, but I can tell you that if any of your friends saw us together at this time of night they would talk about... | fellow, I should think. He cares, naturally, for the right sort of things, I expect. But you mustn t marry him, though. He scolded you, did he what did he say?" "What happens with Mr. Denham is this: He comes to tea. I do all I can to put him at his ease. He merely sits and scowls at me. Then I show him our manuscripts... | river, and snuffed the air. "I m sure one can smell the sea, with the wind blowing this way," she said. They stood silent for a few moments while the river shifted in its bed, and the silver and red lights which were laid upon it were torn by the current and joined together again. Very far off up the river a steamer ho... | So we part in a huff; and next time we meet, which was to-night, he walks straight up to me, and says, Go to the Devil! That s the sort of behavior my mother complains of. I want to know, what does it mean?" She paused and, slackening her steps, looked at the lighted train drawing itself smoothly over Hungerford Bridge... | Night And Day |
"Nonsense, Katharine; you ll do nothing of the kind. It s nearly twelve o clock, and we ve walked too far as it is." | William Rodney | me, William. I shall walk."<|quote|>"Nonsense, Katharine; you ll do nothing of the kind. It s nearly twelve o clock, and we ve walked too far as it is."</|quote|>Katharine laughed and walked on | t call that cab for me, William. I shall walk."<|quote|>"Nonsense, Katharine; you ll do nothing of the kind. It s nearly twelve o clock, and we ve walked too far as it is."</|quote|>Katharine laughed and walked on so quickly that both Rodney | do." "Very well. Leave me and go home." Rodney looked back over his shoulder and perceived that they were being followed at a short distance by a taxicab, which evidently awaited his summons. Katharine saw it, too, and exclaimed: "Don t call that cab for me, William. I shall walk."<|quote|>"Nonsense, Katharine; you ll ... | put them into practice." "Nonsense, William. You may come of the oldest family in Devonshire, but that s no reason why you should mind being seen alone with me on the Embankment." "I m ten years older than you are, Katharine, and I know more of the world than you do." "Very well. Leave me and go home." Rodney looked ba... | and perceiving that his solicitude was genuine, she laughed again, but with an ironical note in her laughter. "You may laugh, Katharine, but I can tell you that if any of your friends saw us together at this time of night they would talk about it, and I should find that very disagreeable. But why do you laugh?" "I don ... | of things, I expect. But you mustn t marry him, though. He scolded you, did he what did he say?" "What happens with Mr. Denham is this: He comes to tea. I do all I can to put him at his ease. He merely sits and scowls at me. Then I show him our manuscripts. At this he becomes really angry, and tells me I ve no business... | the sea, with the wind blowing this way," she said. They stood silent for a few moments while the river shifted in its bed, and the silver and red lights which were laid upon it were torn by the current and joined together again. Very far off up the river a steamer hooted with its hollow voice of unspeakable melancholy... | unsympathetic." Katharine laughed with round, separate notes of genuine amusement. "It s time I jumped into a cab and hid myself in my own house," she exclaimed. "Would your mother object to my being seen with you? No one could possibly recognize us, could they?" Rodney inquired, with some solicitude. Katharine looked ... | Night And Day |
Katharine laughed and walked on so quickly that both Rodney and the taxicab had to increase their pace to keep up with her. | No speaker | too far as it is."<|quote|>Katharine laughed and walked on so quickly that both Rodney and the taxicab had to increase their pace to keep up with her.</|quote|>"Now, William," she said, "if | clock, and we ve walked too far as it is."<|quote|>Katharine laughed and walked on so quickly that both Rodney and the taxicab had to increase their pace to keep up with her.</|quote|>"Now, William," she said, "if people see me racing along | distance by a taxicab, which evidently awaited his summons. Katharine saw it, too, and exclaimed: "Don t call that cab for me, William. I shall walk." "Nonsense, Katharine; you ll do nothing of the kind. It s nearly twelve o clock, and we ve walked too far as it is."<|quote|>Katharine laughed and walked on so quickly t... | being seen alone with me on the Embankment." "I m ten years older than you are, Katharine, and I know more of the world than you do." "Very well. Leave me and go home." Rodney looked back over his shoulder and perceived that they were being followed at a short distance by a taxicab, which evidently awaited his summons.... | can tell you that if any of your friends saw us together at this time of night they would talk about it, and I should find that very disagreeable. But why do you laugh?" "I don t know. Because you re such a queer mixture, I think. You re half poet and half old maid." "I know I always seem to you highly ridiculous. But ... | Denham is this: He comes to tea. I do all I can to put him at his ease. He merely sits and scowls at me. Then I show him our manuscripts. At this he becomes really angry, and tells me I ve no business to call myself a middle-class woman. So we part in a huff; and next time we meet, which was to-night, he walks straight... | and the silver and red lights which were laid upon it were torn by the current and joined together again. Very far off up the river a steamer hooted with its hollow voice of unspeakable melancholy, as if from the heart of lonely mist-shrouded voyagings. "Ah!" Rodney cried, striking his hand once more upon the balustrad... | can to put him at his ease. He merely sits and scowls at me. Then I show him our manuscripts. At this he becomes really angry, and tells me I ve no business to call myself a middle-class woman. So we part in a huff; and next time we meet, which was to-night, he walks straight up to me, and says, Go to the Devil! That s... | Night And Day |
"Now, William," | Katharine Hilbery | to keep up with her.<|quote|>"Now, William,"</|quote|>she said, "if people see | had to increase their pace to keep up with her.<|quote|>"Now, William,"</|quote|>she said, "if people see me racing along the Embankment | I shall walk." "Nonsense, Katharine; you ll do nothing of the kind. It s nearly twelve o clock, and we ve walked too far as it is." Katharine laughed and walked on so quickly that both Rodney and the taxicab had to increase their pace to keep up with her.<|quote|>"Now, William,"</|quote|>she said, "if people see me rac... | world than you do." "Very well. Leave me and go home." Rodney looked back over his shoulder and perceived that they were being followed at a short distance by a taxicab, which evidently awaited his summons. Katharine saw it, too, and exclaimed: "Don t call that cab for me, William. I shall walk." "Nonsense, Katharine; ... | I should find that very disagreeable. But why do you laugh?" "I don t know. Because you re such a queer mixture, I think. You re half poet and half old maid." "I know I always seem to you highly ridiculous. But I can t help having inherited certain traditions and trying to put them into practice." "Nonsense, William. Y... | at me. Then I show him our manuscripts. At this he becomes really angry, and tells me I ve no business to call myself a middle-class woman. So we part in a huff; and next time we meet, which was to-night, he walks straight up to me, and says, Go to the Devil! That s the sort of behavior my mother complains of. I want t... | up the river a steamer hooted with its hollow voice of unspeakable melancholy, as if from the heart of lonely mist-shrouded voyagings. "Ah!" Rodney cried, striking his hand once more upon the balustrade, "why can t one say how beautiful it all is? Why am I condemned for ever, Katharine, to feel what I can t express? An... | with round, separate notes of genuine amusement. "It s time I jumped into a cab and hid myself in my own house," she exclaimed. "Would your mother object to my being seen with you? No one could possibly recognize us, could they?" Rodney inquired, with some solicitude. Katharine looked at him, and perceiving that his so... | Night And Day |
she said, | No speaker | up with her. "Now, William,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"if people see me racing | increase their pace to keep up with her. "Now, William,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"if people see me racing along the Embankment like this | walk." "Nonsense, Katharine; you ll do nothing of the kind. It s nearly twelve o clock, and we ve walked too far as it is." Katharine laughed and walked on so quickly that both Rodney and the taxicab had to increase their pace to keep up with her. "Now, William,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"if people see me racing alon... | you do." "Very well. Leave me and go home." Rodney looked back over his shoulder and perceived that they were being followed at a short distance by a taxicab, which evidently awaited his summons. Katharine saw it, too, and exclaimed: "Don t call that cab for me, William. I shall walk." "Nonsense, Katharine; you ll do n... | find that very disagreeable. But why do you laugh?" "I don t know. Because you re such a queer mixture, I think. You re half poet and half old maid." "I know I always seem to you highly ridiculous. But I can t help having inherited certain traditions and trying to put them into practice." "Nonsense, William. You may co... | Then I show him our manuscripts. At this he becomes really angry, and tells me I ve no business to call myself a middle-class woman. So we part in a huff; and next time we meet, which was to-night, he walks straight up to me, and says, Go to the Devil! That s the sort of behavior my mother complains of. I want to know,... | river a steamer hooted with its hollow voice of unspeakable melancholy, as if from the heart of lonely mist-shrouded voyagings. "Ah!" Rodney cried, striking his hand once more upon the balustrade, "why can t one say how beautiful it all is? Why am I condemned for ever, Katharine, to feel what I can t express? And the t... | business to call myself a middle-class woman. So we part in a huff; and next time we meet, which was to-night, he walks straight up to me, and says, Go to the Devil! That s the sort of behavior my mother complains of. I want to know, what does it mean?" She paused and, slackening her steps, looked at the lighted train ... | Night And Day |
"if people see me racing along the Embankment like this they _will_ talk. You had far better say good-night, if you don t want people to talk." | Katharine Hilbery | her. "Now, William," she said,<|quote|>"if people see me racing along the Embankment like this they _will_ talk. You had far better say good-night, if you don t want people to talk."</|quote|>At this William beckoned, with | pace to keep up with her. "Now, William," she said,<|quote|>"if people see me racing along the Embankment like this they _will_ talk. You had far better say good-night, if you don t want people to talk."</|quote|>At this William beckoned, with a despotic gesture, to the | Katharine; you ll do nothing of the kind. It s nearly twelve o clock, and we ve walked too far as it is." Katharine laughed and walked on so quickly that both Rodney and the taxicab had to increase their pace to keep up with her. "Now, William," she said,<|quote|>"if people see me racing along the Embankment like this ... | "Very well. Leave me and go home." Rodney looked back over his shoulder and perceived that they were being followed at a short distance by a taxicab, which evidently awaited his summons. Katharine saw it, too, and exclaimed: "Don t call that cab for me, William. I shall walk." "Nonsense, Katharine; you ll do nothing of... | very disagreeable. But why do you laugh?" "I don t know. Because you re such a queer mixture, I think. You re half poet and half old maid." "I know I always seem to you highly ridiculous. But I can t help having inherited certain traditions and trying to put them into practice." "Nonsense, William. You may come of the ... | show him our manuscripts. At this he becomes really angry, and tells me I ve no business to call myself a middle-class woman. So we part in a huff; and next time we meet, which was to-night, he walks straight up to me, and says, Go to the Devil! That s the sort of behavior my mother complains of. I want to know, what d... | steamer hooted with its hollow voice of unspeakable melancholy, as if from the heart of lonely mist-shrouded voyagings. "Ah!" Rodney cried, striking his hand once more upon the balustrade, "why can t one say how beautiful it all is? Why am I condemned for ever, Katharine, to feel what I can t express? And the things I ... | it mean?" She paused and, slackening her steps, looked at the lighted train drawing itself smoothly over Hungerford Bridge. "It means, I should say, that he finds you chilly and unsympathetic." Katharine laughed with round, separate notes of genuine amusement. "It s time I jumped into a cab and hid myself in my own hou... | Night And Day |
At this William beckoned, with a despotic gesture, to the cab with one hand, and with the other he brought Katharine to a standstill. | No speaker | t want people to talk."<|quote|>At this William beckoned, with a despotic gesture, to the cab with one hand, and with the other he brought Katharine to a standstill.</|quote|>"Don t let the man | say good-night, if you don t want people to talk."<|quote|>At this William beckoned, with a despotic gesture, to the cab with one hand, and with the other he brought Katharine to a standstill.</|quote|>"Don t let the man see us struggling, for God | on so quickly that both Rodney and the taxicab had to increase their pace to keep up with her. "Now, William," she said, "if people see me racing along the Embankment like this they _will_ talk. You had far better say good-night, if you don t want people to talk."<|quote|>At this William beckoned, with a despotic gestu... | which evidently awaited his summons. Katharine saw it, too, and exclaimed: "Don t call that cab for me, William. I shall walk." "Nonsense, Katharine; you ll do nothing of the kind. It s nearly twelve o clock, and we ve walked too far as it is." Katharine laughed and walked on so quickly that both Rodney and the taxicab... | maid." "I know I always seem to you highly ridiculous. But I can t help having inherited certain traditions and trying to put them into practice." "Nonsense, William. You may come of the oldest family in Devonshire, but that s no reason why you should mind being seen alone with me on the Embankment." "I m ten years old... | a huff; and next time we meet, which was to-night, he walks straight up to me, and says, Go to the Devil! That s the sort of behavior my mother complains of. I want to know, what does it mean?" She paused and, slackening her steps, looked at the lighted train drawing itself smoothly over Hungerford Bridge. "It means, I... | the balustrade, "why can t one say how beautiful it all is? Why am I condemned for ever, Katharine, to feel what I can t express? And the things I can give there s no use in my giving. Trust me, Katharine," he added hastily, "I won t speak of it again. But in the presence of beauty look at the iridescence round the moo... | part in a huff; and next time we meet, which was to-night, he walks straight up to me, and says, Go to the Devil! That s the sort of behavior my mother complains of. I want to know, what does it mean?" She paused and, slackening her steps, looked at the lighted train drawing itself smoothly over Hungerford Bridge. "It ... | Night And Day |
"Don t let the man see us struggling, for God s sake!" | William Rodney | brought Katharine to a standstill.<|quote|>"Don t let the man see us struggling, for God s sake!"</|quote|>he murmured. Katharine stood for | and with the other he brought Katharine to a standstill.<|quote|>"Don t let the man see us struggling, for God s sake!"</|quote|>he murmured. Katharine stood for a moment quite still. "There | people see me racing along the Embankment like this they _will_ talk. You had far better say good-night, if you don t want people to talk." At this William beckoned, with a despotic gesture, to the cab with one hand, and with the other he brought Katharine to a standstill.<|quote|>"Don t let the man see us struggling, ... | you ll do nothing of the kind. It s nearly twelve o clock, and we ve walked too far as it is." Katharine laughed and walked on so quickly that both Rodney and the taxicab had to increase their pace to keep up with her. "Now, William," she said, "if people see me racing along the Embankment like this they _will_ talk. Y... | into practice." "Nonsense, William. You may come of the oldest family in Devonshire, but that s no reason why you should mind being seen alone with me on the Embankment." "I m ten years older than you are, Katharine, and I know more of the world than you do." "Very well. Leave me and go home." Rodney looked back over h... | the sort of behavior my mother complains of. I want to know, what does it mean?" She paused and, slackening her steps, looked at the lighted train drawing itself smoothly over Hungerford Bridge. "It means, I should say, that he finds you chilly and unsympathetic." Katharine laughed with round, separate notes of genuine... | t express? And the things I can give there s no use in my giving. Trust me, Katharine," he added hastily, "I won t speak of it again. But in the presence of beauty look at the iridescence round the moon! one feels one feels Perhaps if you married me I m half a poet, you see, and I can t pretend not to feel what I do fe... | business to call myself a middle-class woman. So we part in a huff; and next time we meet, which was to-night, he walks straight up to me, and says, Go to the Devil! That s the sort of behavior my mother complains of. I want to know, what does it mean?" She paused and, slackening her steps, looked at the lighted train ... | Night And Day |
he murmured. Katharine stood for a moment quite still. | No speaker | struggling, for God s sake!"<|quote|>he murmured. Katharine stood for a moment quite still.</|quote|>"There s more of the | let the man see us struggling, for God s sake!"<|quote|>he murmured. Katharine stood for a moment quite still.</|quote|>"There s more of the old maid in you than | You had far better say good-night, if you don t want people to talk." At this William beckoned, with a despotic gesture, to the cab with one hand, and with the other he brought Katharine to a standstill. "Don t let the man see us struggling, for God s sake!"<|quote|>he murmured. Katharine stood for a moment quite still... | clock, and we ve walked too far as it is." Katharine laughed and walked on so quickly that both Rodney and the taxicab had to increase their pace to keep up with her. "Now, William," she said, "if people see me racing along the Embankment like this they _will_ talk. You had far better say good-night, if you don t want ... | Devonshire, but that s no reason why you should mind being seen alone with me on the Embankment." "I m ten years older than you are, Katharine, and I know more of the world than you do." "Very well. Leave me and go home." Rodney looked back over his shoulder and perceived that they were being followed at a short distan... | what does it mean?" She paused and, slackening her steps, looked at the lighted train drawing itself smoothly over Hungerford Bridge. "It means, I should say, that he finds you chilly and unsympathetic." Katharine laughed with round, separate notes of genuine amusement. "It s time I jumped into a cab and hid myself in ... | in my giving. Trust me, Katharine," he added hastily, "I won t speak of it again. But in the presence of beauty look at the iridescence round the moon! one feels one feels Perhaps if you married me I m half a poet, you see, and I can t pretend not to feel what I do feel. If I could write ah, that would be another matte... | to you highly ridiculous. But I can t help having inherited certain traditions and trying to put them into practice." "Nonsense, William. You may come of the oldest family in Devonshire, but that s no reason why you should mind being seen alone with me on the Embankment." "I m ten years older than you are, Katharine, a... | Night And Day |
"There s more of the old maid in you than the poet," | Katharine Hilbery | for a moment quite still.<|quote|>"There s more of the old maid in you than the poet,"</|quote|>she observed briefly. William shut | sake!" he murmured. Katharine stood for a moment quite still.<|quote|>"There s more of the old maid in you than the poet,"</|quote|>she observed briefly. William shut the door sharply, gave the | t want people to talk." At this William beckoned, with a despotic gesture, to the cab with one hand, and with the other he brought Katharine to a standstill. "Don t let the man see us struggling, for God s sake!" he murmured. Katharine stood for a moment quite still.<|quote|>"There s more of the old maid in you than th... | is." Katharine laughed and walked on so quickly that both Rodney and the taxicab had to increase their pace to keep up with her. "Now, William," she said, "if people see me racing along the Embankment like this they _will_ talk. You had far better say good-night, if you don t want people to talk." At this William becko... | mind being seen alone with me on the Embankment." "I m ten years older than you are, Katharine, and I know more of the world than you do." "Very well. Leave me and go home." Rodney looked back over his shoulder and perceived that they were being followed at a short distance by a taxicab, which evidently awaited his sum... | steps, looked at the lighted train drawing itself smoothly over Hungerford Bridge. "It means, I should say, that he finds you chilly and unsympathetic." Katharine laughed with round, separate notes of genuine amusement. "It s time I jumped into a cab and hid myself in my own house," she exclaimed. "Would your mother ob... | "I won t speak of it again. But in the presence of beauty look at the iridescence round the moon! one feels one feels Perhaps if you married me I m half a poet, you see, and I can t pretend not to feel what I do feel. If I could write ah, that would be another matter. I shouldn t bother you to marry me then, Katharine.... | at this time of night they would talk about it, and I should find that very disagreeable. But why do you laugh?" "I don t know. Because you re such a queer mixture, I think. You re half poet and half old maid." "I know I always seem to you highly ridiculous. But I can t help having inherited certain traditions and tryi... | Night And Day |
she observed briefly. William shut the door sharply, gave the address to the driver, and turned away, lifting his hat punctiliously high in farewell to the invisible lady. He looked back after the cab twice, suspiciously, half expecting that she would stop it and dismount; but it bore her swiftly on, and was soon out o... | No speaker | in you than the poet,"<|quote|>she observed briefly. William shut the door sharply, gave the address to the driver, and turned away, lifting his hat punctiliously high in farewell to the invisible lady. He looked back after the cab twice, suspiciously, half expecting that she would stop it and dismount; but it bore her... | more of the old maid in you than the poet,"<|quote|>she observed briefly. William shut the door sharply, gave the address to the driver, and turned away, lifting his hat punctiliously high in farewell to the invisible lady. He looked back after the cab twice, suspiciously, half expecting that she would stop it and dism... | gesture, to the cab with one hand, and with the other he brought Katharine to a standstill. "Don t let the man see us struggling, for God s sake!" he murmured. Katharine stood for a moment quite still. "There s more of the old maid in you than the poet,"<|quote|>she observed briefly. William shut the door sharply, gave... | the taxicab had to increase their pace to keep up with her. "Now, William," she said, "if people see me racing along the Embankment like this they _will_ talk. You had far better say good-night, if you don t want people to talk." At this William beckoned, with a despotic gesture, to the cab with one hand, and with the ... | years older than you are, Katharine, and I know more of the world than you do." "Very well. Leave me and go home." Rodney looked back over his shoulder and perceived that they were being followed at a short distance by a taxicab, which evidently awaited his summons. Katharine saw it, too, and exclaimed: "Don t call tha... | "It means, I should say, that he finds you chilly and unsympathetic." Katharine laughed with round, separate notes of genuine amusement. "It s time I jumped into a cab and hid myself in my own house," she exclaimed. "Would your mother object to my being seen with you? No one could possibly recognize us, could they?" Ro... | beauty look at the iridescence round the moon! one feels one feels Perhaps if you married me I m half a poet, you see, and I can t pretend not to feel what I do feel. If I could write ah, that would be another matter. I shouldn t bother you to marry me then, Katharine." He spoke these disconnected sentences rather abru... | you highly ridiculous. But I can t help having inherited certain traditions and trying to put them into practice." "Nonsense, William. You may come of the oldest family in Devonshire, but that s no reason why you should mind being seen alone with me on the Embankment." "I m ten years older than you are, Katharine, and ... | Night And Day |
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