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"Of all the unreasonable, inconsiderate creatures I ve ever known, she s the worst!" | William Rodney | in more ways than one.<|quote|>"Of all the unreasonable, inconsiderate creatures I ve ever known, she s the worst!"</|quote|>he exclaimed to himself, striding | had contrived to exasperate him in more ways than one.<|quote|>"Of all the unreasonable, inconsiderate creatures I ve ever known, she s the worst!"</|quote|>he exclaimed to himself, striding back along the Embankment. "Heaven | 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 of sight. William felt in the mood for a short soliloquy of indignation, for Katharine had contrived to exasperate him in more ways than one.<|quote|>"Of all the unreasonable, inconsi... | murmured. Katharine stood for a moment quite still. "There s more of the old maid in you than the poet," 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, suspici... | 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 people ... | 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 such a queer mixture, I think. You re half poet and half old maid." "I... | 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 they began to wa... | 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.... | Night And Day |
he exclaimed to himself, striding back along the Embankment. | No speaker | known, she s the worst!"<|quote|>he exclaimed to himself, striding back along the Embankment.</|quote|>"Heaven forbid that I should | inconsiderate creatures I ve ever known, she s the worst!"<|quote|>he exclaimed to himself, striding back along the Embankment.</|quote|>"Heaven forbid that I should ever make a fool of | dismount; but it bore her swiftly on, and was soon out of sight. William felt in the mood for a short soliloquy of indignation, for Katharine had contrived to exasperate him in more ways than one. "Of all the unreasonable, inconsiderate creatures I ve ever known, she s the worst!"<|quote|>he exclaimed to himself, strid... | maid in you than the poet," 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 sw... | 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 beckoned, with a despotic gesture, to the ... | 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 I can t help having 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 fronting them. "With how sad steps she climbs th... | 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. Katharine saw it, too, and ... | Night And Day |
"Heaven forbid that I should ever make a fool of myself with her again. Why, I d sooner marry the daughter of my landlady than Katharine Hilbery! She d leave me not a moment s peace and she d never understand me never, never, never!" | William Rodney | striding back along the Embankment.<|quote|>"Heaven forbid that I should ever make a fool of myself with her again. Why, I d sooner marry the daughter of my landlady than Katharine Hilbery! She d leave me not a moment s peace and she d never understand me never, never, never!"</|quote|>Uttered aloud and with vehemence | worst!" he exclaimed to himself, striding back along the Embankment.<|quote|>"Heaven forbid that I should ever make a fool of myself with her again. Why, I d sooner marry the daughter of my landlady than Katharine Hilbery! She d leave me not a moment s peace and she d never understand me never, never, never!"</|quote|>... | soon out of sight. William felt in the mood for a short soliloquy of indignation, for Katharine had contrived to exasperate him in more ways than one. "Of all the unreasonable, inconsiderate creatures I ve ever known, she s the worst!" he exclaimed to himself, striding back along the Embankment.<|quote|>"Heaven forbid ... | 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 of sight. William felt ... | 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 other he brought... | 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 trying to pu... | 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 the sky, How silently and with how wan a face,"... | 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, what... | Night And Day |
Uttered aloud and with vehemence so that the stars of Heaven might hear, for there was no human being at hand, these sentiments sounded satisfactorily irrefutable. Rodney quieted down, and walked on in silence, until he perceived some one approaching him, who had something, either in his walk or his dress, which procla... | No speaker | understand me never, never, never!"<|quote|>Uttered aloud and with vehemence so that the stars of Heaven might hear, for there was no human being at hand, these sentiments sounded satisfactorily irrefutable. Rodney quieted down, and walked on in silence, until he perceived some one approaching him, who had something, e... | peace and she d never understand me never, never, never!"<|quote|>Uttered aloud and with vehemence so that the stars of Heaven might hear, for there was no human being at hand, these sentiments sounded satisfactorily irrefutable. Rodney quieted down, and walked on in silence, until he perceived some one approaching him... | striding back along the Embankment. "Heaven forbid that I should ever make a fool of myself with her again. Why, I d sooner marry the daughter of my landlady than Katharine Hilbery! She d leave me not a moment s peace and she d never understand me never, never, never!"<|quote|>Uttered aloud and with vehemence so that t... | her swiftly on, and was soon out of sight. William felt in the mood for a short soliloquy of indignation, for Katharine had contrived to exasperate him in more ways than one. "Of all the unreasonable, inconsiderate creatures I ve ever known, she s the worst!" he exclaimed to himself, striding back along the Embankment.... | 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. "There s more of the old maid in you than the poet," she observed briefly. William shut the door sharply, g... | 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 older than you are, Kathari... | 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;... | 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. You had far better say goo... | Night And Day |
"Ha!" | William Rodney | each other beneath a lamp-post.<|quote|>"Ha!"</|quote|>Rodney exclaimed. If he had | upon Rodney, as they encountered each other beneath a lamp-post.<|quote|>"Ha!"</|quote|>Rodney exclaimed. If he had been in full possession of | drama, and could have sworn that he had forgotten Katharine Hilbery, too, although that was more disputable. His mind was scaling the highest pinnacles of its alps, where there was only starlight and the untrodden snow. He cast strange eyes upon Rodney, as they encountered each other beneath a lamp-post.<|quote|>"Ha!"<... | Denham who, having parted from Sandys at the bottom of his staircase, was now walking to the Tube at Charing Cross, deep in the thoughts which his talk with Sandys had suggested. He had forgotten the meeting at Mary Datchet s rooms, he had forgotten Rodney, and metaphors and Elizabethan drama, and could have sworn that... | the daughter of my landlady than Katharine Hilbery! She d leave me not a moment s peace and she d never understand me never, never, never!" Uttered aloud and with vehemence so that the stars of Heaven might hear, for there was no human being at hand, these sentiments sounded satisfactorily irrefutable. Rodney quieted d... | 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. "Don t let the man see us struggling, for God s sake!" he murmured. Katha... | 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, slac... | 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; you ll... | Night And Day |
Rodney exclaimed. If he had been in full possession of his mind, Denham would probably have passed on with a salutation. But the shock of the interruption made him stand still, and before he knew what he was doing, he had turned and was walking with Rodney in obedience to Rodney s invitation to come to his rooms and ha... | No speaker | other beneath a lamp-post. "Ha!"<|quote|>Rodney exclaimed. If he had been in full possession of his mind, Denham would probably have passed on with a salutation. But the shock of the interruption made him stand still, and before he knew what he was doing, he had turned and was walking with Rodney in obedience to Rodney... | Rodney, as they encountered each other beneath a lamp-post. "Ha!"<|quote|>Rodney exclaimed. If he had been in full possession of his mind, Denham would probably have passed on with a salutation. But the shock of the interruption made him stand still, and before he knew what he was doing, he had turned and was walking w... | and could have sworn that he had forgotten Katharine Hilbery, too, although that was more disputable. His mind was scaling the highest pinnacles of its alps, where there was only starlight and the untrodden snow. He cast strange eyes upon Rodney, as they encountered each other beneath a lamp-post. "Ha!"<|quote|>Rodney ... | who, having parted from Sandys at the bottom of his staircase, was now walking to the Tube at Charing Cross, deep in the thoughts which his talk with Sandys had suggested. He had forgotten the meeting at Mary Datchet s rooms, he had forgotten Rodney, and metaphors and Elizabethan drama, and could have sworn that he had... | daughter of my landlady than Katharine Hilbery! She d leave me not a moment s peace and she d never understand me never, never, never!" Uttered aloud and with vehemence so that the stars of Heaven might hear, for there was no human being at hand, these sentiments sounded satisfactorily irrefutable. Rodney quieted down,... | 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. "Don t let the man see us struggling, for God s sake!" he murmured. Katharine... | 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... | 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 reason why you should mind being seen alon... | Night And Day |
"You do well, Denham," | William Rodney | Katharine now seemed lamentably deficient.<|quote|>"You do well, Denham,"</|quote|>he began impulsively, "to have | good masculine qualities in which Katharine now seemed lamentably deficient.<|quote|>"You do well, Denham,"</|quote|>he began impulsively, "to have nothing to do with young | have something to drink. Denham had no wish to drink with Rodney, but he followed him passively enough. Rodney was gratified by this obedience. He felt inclined to be communicative with this silent man, who possessed so obviously all the good masculine qualities in which Katharine now seemed lamentably deficient.<|quot... | of his mind, Denham would probably have passed on with a salutation. But the shock of the interruption made him stand still, and before he knew what he was doing, he had turned and was walking with Rodney in obedience to Rodney s invitation to come to his rooms and have something to drink. Denham had no wish to drink w... | his staircase, was now walking to the Tube at Charing Cross, deep in the thoughts which his talk with Sandys had suggested. He had forgotten the meeting at Mary Datchet s rooms, he had forgotten Rodney, and metaphors and Elizabethan drama, and could have sworn that he had forgotten Katharine Hilbery, too, although that... | the cab twice, suspiciously, half expecting that she would stop it and dismount; but it bore her swiftly on, and was soon out of sight. William felt in the mood for a short soliloquy of indignation, for Katharine had contrived to exasperate him in more ways than one. "Of all the unreasonable, inconsiderate creatures I ... | 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 ironical note in her laughter. "You may la... | 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." Katharine laughed and walked on so quickly that both Rodney a... | Night And Day |
he began impulsively, | No speaker | deficient. "You do well, Denham,"<|quote|>he began impulsively,</|quote|>"to have nothing to do | which Katharine now seemed lamentably deficient. "You do well, Denham,"<|quote|>he began impulsively,</|quote|>"to have nothing to do with young women. I offer | Denham had no wish to drink with Rodney, but he followed him passively enough. Rodney was gratified by this obedience. He felt inclined to be communicative with this silent man, who possessed so obviously all the good masculine qualities in which Katharine now seemed lamentably deficient. "You do well, Denham,"<|quote|... | would probably have passed on with a salutation. But the shock of the interruption made him stand still, and before he knew what he was doing, he had turned and was walking with Rodney in obedience to Rodney s invitation to come to his rooms and have something to drink. Denham had no wish to drink with Rodney, but he f... | walking to the Tube at Charing Cross, deep in the thoughts which his talk with Sandys had suggested. He had forgotten the meeting at Mary Datchet s rooms, he had forgotten Rodney, and metaphors and Elizabethan drama, and could have sworn that he had forgotten Katharine Hilbery, too, although that was more disputable. H... | half expecting that she would stop it and dismount; but it bore her swiftly on, and was soon out of sight. William felt in the mood for a short soliloquy of indignation, for Katharine had contrived to exasperate him in more ways than one. "Of all the unreasonable, inconsiderate creatures I ve ever known, she s the wors... | 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. "You may laugh, Katharine, bu... | and was soon out of sight. William felt in the mood for a short soliloquy of indignation, for Katharine had contrived to exasperate him in more ways than one. "Of all the unreasonable, inconsiderate creatures I ve ever known, she s the worst!" he exclaimed to himself, striding back along the Embankment. "Heaven forbid ... | Night And Day |
"to have nothing to do with young women. I offer you my experience if one trusts them one invariably has cause to repent. Not that I have any reason at this moment," | William Rodney | well, Denham," he began impulsively,<|quote|>"to have nothing to do with young women. I offer you my experience if one trusts them one invariably has cause to repent. Not that I have any reason at this moment,"</|quote|>he added hastily, "to complain | seemed lamentably deficient. "You do well, Denham," he began impulsively,<|quote|>"to have nothing to do with young women. I offer you my experience if one trusts them one invariably has cause to repent. Not that I have any reason at this moment,"</|quote|>he added hastily, "to complain of them. It s a | wish to drink with Rodney, but he followed him passively enough. Rodney was gratified by this obedience. He felt inclined to be communicative with this silent man, who possessed so obviously all the good masculine qualities in which Katharine now seemed lamentably deficient. "You do well, Denham," he began impulsively,... | passed on with a salutation. But the shock of the interruption made him stand still, and before he knew what he was doing, he had turned and was walking with Rodney in obedience to Rodney s invitation to come to his rooms and have something to drink. Denham had no wish to drink with Rodney, but he followed him passivel... | Tube at Charing Cross, deep in the thoughts which his talk with Sandys had suggested. He had forgotten the meeting at Mary Datchet s rooms, he had forgotten Rodney, and metaphors and Elizabethan drama, and could have sworn that he had forgotten Katharine Hilbery, too, although that was more disputable. His mind was sca... | she would stop it and dismount; but it bore her swiftly on, and was soon out of sight. William felt in the mood for a short soliloquy of indignation, for Katharine had contrived to exasperate him in more ways than one. "Of all the unreasonable, inconsiderate creatures I ve ever known, she s the worst!" he exclaimed to ... | 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. "You may laugh, Katharine, but I can tell you that ... | 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 of sight. William felt in the mood for a short soliloquy of indignation, for Katharine had contrived to exasperate him in more ways than one.... | Night And Day |
he added hastily, | No speaker | any reason at this moment,"<|quote|>he added hastily,</|quote|>"to complain of them. It | repent. Not that I have any reason at this moment,"<|quote|>he added hastily,</|quote|>"to complain of them. It s a subject that crops | the good masculine qualities in which Katharine now seemed lamentably deficient. "You do well, Denham," he began impulsively, "to have nothing to do with young women. I offer you my experience if one trusts them one invariably has cause to repent. Not that I have any reason at this moment,"<|quote|>he added hastily,</|... | obedience to Rodney s invitation to come to his rooms and have something to drink. Denham had no wish to drink with Rodney, but he followed him passively enough. Rodney was gratified by this obedience. He felt inclined to be communicative with this silent man, who possessed so obviously all the good masculine qualities... | Elizabethan drama, and could have sworn that he had forgotten Katharine Hilbery, too, although that was more disputable. His mind was scaling the highest pinnacles of its alps, where there was only starlight and the untrodden snow. He cast strange eyes upon Rodney, as they encountered each other beneath a lamp-post. "H... | contrived to exasperate him in more ways than one. "Of all the unreasonable, inconsiderate creatures I ve ever known, she s the worst!" he exclaimed to himself, striding back along the Embankment. "Heaven forbid that I should ever make a fool of myself with her again. Why, I d sooner marry the daughter of my landlady t... | 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 such a queer mix... | s more of the old maid in you than the poet," 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; ... | Night And Day |
"to complain of them. It s a subject that crops up now and again for no particular reason. Miss Datchet, I dare say, is one of the exceptions. Do you like Miss Datchet?" | William Rodney | this moment," he added hastily,<|quote|>"to complain of them. It s a subject that crops up now and again for no particular reason. Miss Datchet, I dare say, is one of the exceptions. Do you like Miss Datchet?"</|quote|>These remarks indicated clearly enough | I have any reason at this moment," he added hastily,<|quote|>"to complain of them. It s a subject that crops up now and again for no particular reason. Miss Datchet, I dare say, is one of the exceptions. Do you like Miss Datchet?"</|quote|>These remarks indicated clearly enough that Rodney s nerves were | qualities in which Katharine now seemed lamentably deficient. "You do well, Denham," he began impulsively, "to have nothing to do with young women. I offer you my experience if one trusts them one invariably has cause to repent. Not that I have any reason at this moment," he added hastily,<|quote|>"to complain of them.... | s invitation to come to his rooms and have something to drink. Denham had no wish to drink with Rodney, but he followed him passively enough. Rodney was gratified by this obedience. He felt inclined to be communicative with this silent man, who possessed so obviously all the good masculine qualities in which Katharine ... | could have sworn that he had forgotten Katharine Hilbery, too, although that was more disputable. His mind was scaling the highest pinnacles of its alps, where there was only starlight and the untrodden snow. He cast strange eyes upon Rodney, as they encountered each other beneath a lamp-post. "Ha!" Rodney exclaimed. I... | him in more ways than one. "Of all the unreasonable, inconsiderate creatures I ve ever known, she s the worst!" he exclaimed to himself, striding back along the Embankment. "Heaven forbid that I should ever make a fool of myself with her again. Why, I d sooner marry the daughter of my landlady than Katharine Hilbery! S... | 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 such a queer mixture, I think. You re... | 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. "Don t let the man see us struggling, for God s sake!" he murmured. Katharine stood for ... | Night And Day |
These remarks indicated clearly enough that Rodney s nerves were in a state of irritation, and Denham speedily woke to the situation of the world as it had been one hour ago. He had last seen Rodney walking with Katharine. He could not help regretting the eagerness with which his mind returned to these interests, and f... | No speaker | Do you like Miss Datchet?"<|quote|>These remarks indicated clearly enough that Rodney s nerves were in a state of irritation, and Denham speedily woke to the situation of the world as it had been one hour ago. He had last seen Rodney walking with Katharine. He could not help regretting the eagerness with which his mind... | is one of the exceptions. Do you like Miss Datchet?"<|quote|>These remarks indicated clearly enough that Rodney s nerves were in a state of irritation, and Denham speedily woke to the situation of the world as it had been one hour ago. He had last seen Rodney walking with Katharine. He could not help regretting the eag... | invariably has cause to repent. Not that I have any reason at this moment," he added hastily, "to complain of them. It s a subject that crops up now and again for no particular reason. Miss Datchet, I dare say, is one of the exceptions. Do you like Miss Datchet?"<|quote|>These remarks indicated clearly enough that Rodn... | felt inclined to be communicative with this silent man, who possessed so obviously all the good masculine qualities in which Katharine now seemed lamentably deficient. "You do well, Denham," he began impulsively, "to have nothing to do with young women. I offer you my experience if one trusts them one invariably has ca... | snow. He cast strange eyes upon Rodney, as they encountered each other beneath a lamp-post. "Ha!" Rodney exclaimed. If he had been in full possession of his mind, Denham would probably have passed on with a salutation. But the shock of the interruption made him stand still, and before he knew what he was doing, he had ... | should ever make a fool of myself with her again. Why, I d sooner marry the daughter of my landlady than Katharine Hilbery! She d leave me not a moment s peace and she d never understand me never, never, never!" Uttered aloud and with vehemence so that the stars of Heaven might hear, for there was no human being at han... | 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 trying to put them into practic... | perceived some one approaching him, who had something, either in his walk or his dress, which proclaimed that he was one of William s acquaintances before it was possible to tell which of them he was. It was Denham who, having parted from Sandys at the bottom of his staircase, was now walking to the Tube at Charing Cro... | Night And Day |
"Yes, I like Mary; I don t see how one could help liking her," | Ralph Denham | when they reached this point.<|quote|>"Yes, I like Mary; I don t see how one could help liking her,"</|quote|>he remarked cautiously, with his | he would part from Rodney when they reached this point.<|quote|>"Yes, I like Mary; I don t see how one could help liking her,"</|quote|>he remarked cautiously, with his eye on the lamp-post. "Ah, | break from Rodney, who clearly tended to become confidential, before he had utterly lost touch with the problems of high philosophy. He looked along the road, and marked a lamp-post at a distance of some hundred yards, and decided that he would part from Rodney when they reached this point.<|quote|>"Yes, I like Mary; I... | of the world as it had been one hour ago. He had last seen Rodney walking with Katharine. He could not help regretting the eagerness with which his mind returned to these interests, and fretted him with the old trivial anxieties. He sank in his own esteem. Reason bade him break from Rodney, who clearly tended to become... | seemed lamentably deficient. "You do well, Denham," he began impulsively, "to have nothing to do with young women. I offer you my experience if one trusts them one invariably has cause to repent. Not that I have any reason at this moment," he added hastily, "to complain of them. It s a subject that crops up now and aga... | the bottom of his staircase, was now walking to the Tube at Charing Cross, deep in the thoughts which his talk with Sandys had suggested. He had forgotten the meeting at Mary Datchet s rooms, he had forgotten Rodney, and metaphors and Elizabethan drama, and could have sworn that he had forgotten Katharine Hilbery, too,... | 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 the kind. It s nearly twelve o clock, and we ve walked too far as it is... | the good masculine qualities in which Katharine now seemed lamentably deficient. "You do well, Denham," he began impulsively, "to have nothing to do with young women. I offer you my experience if one trusts them one invariably has cause to repent. Not that I have any reason at this moment," he added hastily, "to compla... | Night And Day |
he remarked cautiously, with his eye on the lamp-post. | No speaker | one could help liking her,"<|quote|>he remarked cautiously, with his eye on the lamp-post.</|quote|>"Ah, Denham, you re so | I don t see how one could help liking her,"<|quote|>he remarked cautiously, with his eye on the lamp-post.</|quote|>"Ah, Denham, you re so different from me. You never | touch with the problems of high philosophy. He looked along the road, and marked a lamp-post at a distance of some hundred yards, and decided that he would part from Rodney when they reached this point. "Yes, I like Mary; I don t see how one could help liking her,"<|quote|>he remarked cautiously, with his eye on the la... | Rodney walking with Katharine. He could not help regretting the eagerness with which his mind returned to these interests, and fretted him with the old trivial anxieties. He sank in his own esteem. Reason bade him break from Rodney, who clearly tended to become confidential, before he had utterly lost touch with the pr... | do with young women. I offer you my experience if one trusts them one invariably has cause to repent. Not that I have any reason at this moment," he added hastily, "to complain of them. It s a subject that crops up now and again for no particular reason. Miss Datchet, I dare say, is one of the exceptions. Do you like M... | deep in the thoughts which his talk with Sandys had suggested. He had forgotten the meeting at Mary Datchet s rooms, he had forgotten Rodney, and metaphors and Elizabethan drama, and could have sworn that he had forgotten Katharine Hilbery, too, although that was more disputable. His mind was scaling the highest pinnac... | 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... | have nothing to do with young women. I offer you my experience if one trusts them one invariably has cause to repent. Not that I have any reason at this moment," he added hastily, "to complain of them. It s a subject that crops up now and again for no particular reason. Miss Datchet, I dare say, is one of the exception... | Night And Day |
"Ah, Denham, you re so different from me. You never give yourself away. I watched you this evening with Katharine Hilbery. My instinct is to trust the person I m talking to. That s why I m always being taken in, I suppose." | William Rodney | his eye on the lamp-post.<|quote|>"Ah, Denham, you re so different from me. You never give yourself away. I watched you this evening with Katharine Hilbery. My instinct is to trust the person I m talking to. That s why I m always being taken in, I suppose."</|quote|>Denham seemed to be pondering | her," he remarked cautiously, with his eye on the lamp-post.<|quote|>"Ah, Denham, you re so different from me. You never give yourself away. I watched you this evening with Katharine Hilbery. My instinct is to trust the person I m talking to. That s why I m always being taken in, I suppose."</|quote|>Denham seemed to b... | along the road, and marked a lamp-post at a distance of some hundred yards, and decided that he would part from Rodney when they reached this point. "Yes, I like Mary; I don t see how one could help liking her," he remarked cautiously, with his eye on the lamp-post.<|quote|>"Ah, Denham, you re so different from me. You... | the eagerness with which his mind returned to these interests, and fretted him with the old trivial anxieties. He sank in his own esteem. Reason bade him break from Rodney, who clearly tended to become confidential, before he had utterly lost touch with the problems of high philosophy. He looked along the road, and mar... | if one trusts them one invariably has cause to repent. Not that I have any reason at this moment," he added hastily, "to complain of them. It s a subject that crops up now and again for no particular reason. Miss Datchet, I dare say, is one of the exceptions. Do you like Miss Datchet?" These remarks indicated clearly e... | had suggested. He had forgotten the meeting at Mary Datchet s rooms, he had forgotten Rodney, and metaphors and Elizabethan drama, and could have sworn that he had forgotten Katharine Hilbery, too, although that was more disputable. His mind was scaling the highest pinnacles of its alps, where there was only starlight ... | 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 had to increase their pace to keep up with her. "Now, Willi... | in more ways than one. "Of all the unreasonable, inconsiderate creatures I ve ever known, she s the worst!" he exclaimed to himself, striding back along the Embankment. "Heaven forbid that I should ever make a fool of myself with her again. Why, I d sooner marry the daughter of my landlady than Katharine Hilbery! She d... | Night And Day |
Denham seemed to be pondering this statement of Rodney s, but, as a matter of fact, he was hardly conscious of Rodney and his revelations, and was only concerned to make him mention Katharine again before they reached the lamp-post. | No speaker | being taken in, I suppose."<|quote|>Denham seemed to be pondering this statement of Rodney s, but, as a matter of fact, he was hardly conscious of Rodney and his revelations, and was only concerned to make him mention Katharine again before they reached the lamp-post.</|quote|>"Who s taken you in | s why I m always being taken in, I suppose."<|quote|>Denham seemed to be pondering this statement of Rodney s, but, as a matter of fact, he was hardly conscious of Rodney and his revelations, and was only concerned to make him mention Katharine again before they reached the lamp-post.</|quote|>"Who s taken you in now?"... | cautiously, with his eye on the lamp-post. "Ah, Denham, you re so different from me. You never give yourself away. I watched you this evening with Katharine Hilbery. My instinct is to trust the person I m talking to. That s why I m always being taken in, I suppose."<|quote|>Denham seemed to be pondering this statement ... | the problems of high philosophy. He looked along the road, and marked a lamp-post at a distance of some hundred yards, and decided that he would part from Rodney when they reached this point. "Yes, I like Mary; I don t see how one could help liking her," he remarked cautiously, with his eye on the lamp-post. "Ah, Denha... | dare say, is one of the exceptions. Do you like Miss Datchet?" These remarks indicated clearly enough that Rodney s nerves were in a state of irritation, and Denham speedily woke to the situation of the world as it had been one hour ago. He had last seen Rodney walking with Katharine. He could not help regretting the e... | pinnacles of its alps, where there was only starlight and the untrodden snow. He cast strange eyes upon Rodney, as they encountered each other beneath a lamp-post. "Ha!" Rodney exclaimed. If he had been in full possession of his mind, Denham would probably have passed on with a salutation. But the shock of the interrup... | 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 beckoned, with a despotic gesture, to the cab... | forgotten the meeting at Mary Datchet s rooms, he had forgotten Rodney, and metaphors and Elizabethan drama, and could have sworn that he had forgotten Katharine Hilbery, too, although that was more disputable. His mind was scaling the highest pinnacles of its alps, where there was only starlight and the untrodden snow... | Night And Day |
"Who s taken you in now?" | Ralph Denham | before they reached the lamp-post.<|quote|>"Who s taken you in now?"</|quote|>he asked. "Katharine Hilbery?" Rodney | make him mention Katharine again before they reached the lamp-post.<|quote|>"Who s taken you in now?"</|quote|>he asked. "Katharine Hilbery?" Rodney stopped and once more began | s why I m always being taken in, I suppose." Denham seemed to be pondering this statement of Rodney s, but, as a matter of fact, he was hardly conscious of Rodney and his revelations, and was only concerned to make him mention Katharine again before they reached the lamp-post.<|quote|>"Who s taken you in now?"</|quote|... | t see how one could help liking her," he remarked cautiously, with his eye on the lamp-post. "Ah, Denham, you re so different from me. You never give yourself away. I watched you this evening with Katharine Hilbery. My instinct is to trust the person I m talking to. That s why I m always being taken in, I suppose." Den... | been one hour ago. He had last seen Rodney walking with Katharine. He could not help regretting the eagerness with which his mind returned to these interests, and fretted him with the old trivial anxieties. He sank in his own esteem. Reason bade him break from Rodney, who clearly tended to become confidential, before h... | Denham would probably have passed on with a salutation. But the shock of the interruption made him stand still, and before he knew what he was doing, he had turned and was walking with Rodney in obedience to Rodney s invitation to come to his rooms and have something to drink. Denham had no wish to drink with Rodney, b... | 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!" he murmured. Katharine stood for a moment quite still. "There s more of the old maid in you than... | he knew what he was doing, he had turned and was walking with Rodney in obedience to Rodney s invitation to come to his rooms and have something to drink. Denham had no wish to drink with Rodney, but he followed him passively enough. Rodney was gratified by this obedience. He felt inclined to be communicative with this... | Night And Day |
he asked. | No speaker | s taken you in now?"<|quote|>he asked.</|quote|>"Katharine Hilbery?" Rodney stopped and | they reached the lamp-post. "Who s taken you in now?"<|quote|>he asked.</|quote|>"Katharine Hilbery?" Rodney stopped and once more began beating a | taken in, I suppose." Denham seemed to be pondering this statement of Rodney s, but, as a matter of fact, he was hardly conscious of Rodney and his revelations, and was only concerned to make him mention Katharine again before they reached the lamp-post. "Who s taken you in now?"<|quote|>he asked.</|quote|>"Katharine H... | liking her," he remarked cautiously, with his eye on the lamp-post. "Ah, Denham, you re so different from me. You never give yourself away. I watched you this evening with Katharine Hilbery. My instinct is to trust the person I m talking to. That s why I m always being taken in, I suppose." Denham seemed to be ponderin... | last seen Rodney walking with Katharine. He could not help regretting the eagerness with which his mind returned to these interests, and fretted him with the old trivial anxieties. He sank in his own esteem. Reason bade him break from Rodney, who clearly tended to become confidential, before he had utterly lost touch w... | with a salutation. But the shock of the interruption made him stand still, and before he knew what he was doing, he had turned and was walking with Rodney in obedience to Rodney s invitation to come to his rooms and have something to drink. Denham had no wish to drink with Rodney, but he followed him passively enough. ... | 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. "There s more of the old maid in you than the poet," she observed ... | with Sandys had suggested. He had forgotten the meeting at Mary Datchet s rooms, he had forgotten Rodney, and metaphors and Elizabethan drama, and could have sworn that he had forgotten Katharine Hilbery, too, although that was more disputable. His mind was scaling the highest pinnacles of its alps, where there was onl... | Night And Day |
"Katharine Hilbery?" | Ralph Denham | you in now?" he asked.<|quote|>"Katharine Hilbery?"</|quote|>Rodney stopped and once more | the lamp-post. "Who s taken you in now?" he asked.<|quote|>"Katharine Hilbery?"</|quote|>Rodney stopped and once more began beating a kind of | I suppose." Denham seemed to be pondering this statement of Rodney s, but, as a matter of fact, he was hardly conscious of Rodney and his revelations, and was only concerned to make him mention Katharine again before they reached the lamp-post. "Who s taken you in now?" he asked.<|quote|>"Katharine Hilbery?"</|quote|>R... | he remarked cautiously, with his eye on the lamp-post. "Ah, Denham, you re so different from me. You never give yourself away. I watched you this evening with Katharine Hilbery. My instinct is to trust the person I m talking to. That s why I m always being taken in, I suppose." Denham seemed to be pondering this statem... | Rodney walking with Katharine. He could not help regretting the eagerness with which his mind returned to these interests, and fretted him with the old trivial anxieties. He sank in his own esteem. Reason bade him break from Rodney, who clearly tended to become confidential, before he had utterly lost touch with the pr... | salutation. But the shock of the interruption made him stand still, and before he knew what he was doing, he had turned and was walking with Rodney in obedience to Rodney s invitation to come to his rooms and have something to drink. Denham had no wish to drink with Rodney, but he followed him passively enough. Rodney ... | 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. "There s more of the old maid in you than the poet," she observed briefly. W... | by this obedience. He felt inclined to be communicative with this silent man, who possessed so obviously all the good masculine qualities in which Katharine now seemed lamentably deficient. "You do well, Denham," he began impulsively, "to have nothing to do with young women. I offer you my experience if one trusts them... | Night And Day |
Rodney stopped and once more began beating a kind of rhythm, as if he were marking a phrase in a symphony, upon the smooth stone balustrade of the Embankment. | No speaker | now?" he asked. "Katharine Hilbery?"<|quote|>Rodney stopped and once more began beating a kind of rhythm, as if he were marking a phrase in a symphony, upon the smooth stone balustrade of the Embankment.</|quote|>"Katharine Hilbery," he repeated, with | "Who s taken you in now?" he asked. "Katharine Hilbery?"<|quote|>Rodney stopped and once more began beating a kind of rhythm, as if he were marking a phrase in a symphony, upon the smooth stone balustrade of the Embankment.</|quote|>"Katharine Hilbery," he repeated, with a curious little chuckle. "No, | Denham seemed to be pondering this statement of Rodney s, but, as a matter of fact, he was hardly conscious of Rodney and his revelations, and was only concerned to make him mention Katharine again before they reached the lamp-post. "Who s taken you in now?" he asked. "Katharine Hilbery?"<|quote|>Rodney stopped and onc... | cautiously, with his eye on the lamp-post. "Ah, Denham, you re so different from me. You never give yourself away. I watched you this evening with Katharine Hilbery. My instinct is to trust the person I m talking to. That s why I m always being taken in, I suppose." Denham seemed to be pondering this statement of Rodne... | with Katharine. He could not help regretting the eagerness with which his mind returned to these interests, and fretted him with the old trivial anxieties. He sank in his own esteem. Reason bade him break from Rodney, who clearly tended to become confidential, before he had utterly lost touch with the problems of high ... | the shock of the interruption made him stand still, and before he knew what he was doing, he had turned and was walking with Rodney in obedience to Rodney s invitation to come to his rooms and have something to drink. Denham had no wish to drink with Rodney, but he followed him passively enough. Rodney was gratified by... | 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. "There s more of the old maid in you than the poet," she observed briefly. William s... | Rodney was gratified by this obedience. He felt inclined to be communicative with this silent man, who possessed so obviously all the good masculine qualities in which Katharine now seemed lamentably deficient. "You do well, Denham," he began impulsively, "to have nothing to do with young women. I offer you my experien... | Night And Day |
"Katharine Hilbery," | William Rodney | stone balustrade of the Embankment.<|quote|>"Katharine Hilbery,"</|quote|>he repeated, with a curious | a symphony, upon the smooth stone balustrade of the Embankment.<|quote|>"Katharine Hilbery,"</|quote|>he repeated, with a curious little chuckle. "No, Denham, I | to make him mention Katharine again before they reached the lamp-post. "Who s taken you in now?" he asked. "Katharine Hilbery?" Rodney stopped and once more began beating a kind of rhythm, as if he were marking a phrase in a symphony, upon the smooth stone balustrade of the Embankment.<|quote|>"Katharine Hilbery,"</|qu... | instinct is to trust the person I m talking to. That s why I m always being taken in, I suppose." Denham seemed to be pondering this statement of Rodney s, but, as a matter of fact, he was hardly conscious of Rodney and his revelations, and was only concerned to make him mention Katharine again before they reached the ... | own esteem. Reason bade him break from Rodney, who clearly tended to become confidential, before he had utterly lost touch with the problems of high philosophy. He looked along the road, and marked a lamp-post at a distance of some hundred yards, and decided that he would part from Rodney when they reached this point. ... | s invitation to come to his rooms and have something to drink. Denham had no wish to drink with Rodney, but he followed him passively enough. Rodney was gratified by this obedience. He felt inclined to be communicative with this silent man, who possessed so obviously all the good masculine qualities in which Katharine ... | 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," 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 b... | that he had forgotten Katharine Hilbery, too, although that was more disputable. His mind was scaling the highest pinnacles of its alps, where there was only starlight and the untrodden snow. He cast strange eyes upon Rodney, as they encountered each other beneath a lamp-post. "Ha!" Rodney exclaimed. If he had been in ... | Night And Day |
he repeated, with a curious little chuckle. | No speaker | of the Embankment. "Katharine Hilbery,"<|quote|>he repeated, with a curious little chuckle.</|quote|>"No, Denham, I have no | upon the smooth stone balustrade of the Embankment. "Katharine Hilbery,"<|quote|>he repeated, with a curious little chuckle.</|quote|>"No, Denham, I have no illusions about that young woman. | him mention Katharine again before they reached the lamp-post. "Who s taken you in now?" he asked. "Katharine Hilbery?" Rodney stopped and once more began beating a kind of rhythm, as if he were marking a phrase in a symphony, upon the smooth stone balustrade of the Embankment. "Katharine Hilbery,"<|quote|>he repeated,... | to trust the person I m talking to. That s why I m always being taken in, I suppose." Denham seemed to be pondering this statement of Rodney s, but, as a matter of fact, he was hardly conscious of Rodney and his revelations, and was only concerned to make him mention Katharine again before they reached the lamp-post. "... | Reason bade him break from Rodney, who clearly tended to become confidential, before he had utterly lost touch with the problems of high philosophy. He looked along the road, and marked a lamp-post at a distance of some hundred yards, and decided that he would part from Rodney when they reached this point. "Yes, I like... | to come to his rooms and have something to drink. Denham had no wish to drink with Rodney, but he followed him passively enough. Rodney was gratified by this obedience. He felt inclined to be communicative with this silent man, who possessed so obviously all the good masculine qualities in which Katharine now seemed la... | God s sake!" he murmured. Katharine stood for a moment quite still. "There s more of the old maid in you than the poet," 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 ca... | down, and walked on in silence, until he perceived some one approaching him, who had something, either in his walk or his dress, which proclaimed that he was one of William s acquaintances before it was possible to tell which of them he was. It was Denham who, having parted from Sandys at the bottom of his staircase, w... | Night And Day |
"No, Denham, I have no illusions about that young woman. I think I made that plain to her to-night. But don t run away with a false impression," | William Rodney | with a curious little chuckle.<|quote|>"No, Denham, I have no illusions about that young woman. I think I made that plain to her to-night. But don t run away with a false impression,"</|quote|>he continued eagerly, turning and | Embankment. "Katharine Hilbery," he repeated, with a curious little chuckle.<|quote|>"No, Denham, I have no illusions about that young woman. I think I made that plain to her to-night. But don t run away with a false impression,"</|quote|>he continued eagerly, turning and linking his arm through Denham | the lamp-post. "Who s taken you in now?" he asked. "Katharine Hilbery?" Rodney stopped and once more began beating a kind of rhythm, as if he were marking a phrase in a symphony, upon the smooth stone balustrade of the Embankment. "Katharine Hilbery," he repeated, with a curious little chuckle.<|quote|>"No, Denham, I h... | to. That s why I m always being taken in, I suppose." Denham seemed to be pondering this statement of Rodney s, but, as a matter of fact, he was hardly conscious of Rodney and his revelations, and was only concerned to make him mention Katharine again before they reached the lamp-post. "Who s taken you in now?" he aske... | clearly tended to become confidential, before he had utterly lost touch with the problems of high philosophy. He looked along the road, and marked a lamp-post at a distance of some hundred yards, and decided that he would part from Rodney when they reached this point. "Yes, I like Mary; I don t see how one could help l... | something to drink. Denham had no wish to drink with Rodney, but he followed him passively enough. Rodney was gratified by this obedience. He felt inclined to be communicative with this silent man, who possessed so obviously all the good masculine qualities in which Katharine now seemed lamentably deficient. "You do we... | for a moment quite still. "There s more of the old maid in you than the poet," 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... | his walk or his dress, which proclaimed that he was one of William s acquaintances before it was possible to tell which of them he was. It was Denham who, having parted from Sandys at the bottom of his staircase, was now walking to the Tube at Charing Cross, deep in the thoughts which his talk with Sandys had suggested... | Night And Day |
he continued eagerly, turning and linking his arm through Denham s, as though to prevent him from escaping; and, thus compelled, Denham passed the monitory lamp-post, to which, in passing, he breathed an excuse, for how could he break away when Rodney s arm was actually linked in his? | No speaker | away with a false impression,"<|quote|>he continued eagerly, turning and linking his arm through Denham s, as though to prevent him from escaping; and, thus compelled, Denham passed the monitory lamp-post, to which, in passing, he breathed an excuse, for how could he break away when Rodney s arm was actually linked in ... | to-night. But don t run away with a false impression,"<|quote|>he continued eagerly, turning and linking his arm through Denham s, as though to prevent him from escaping; and, thus compelled, Denham passed the monitory lamp-post, to which, in passing, he breathed an excuse, for how could he break away when Rodney s arm... | a phrase in a symphony, upon the smooth stone balustrade of the Embankment. "Katharine Hilbery," he repeated, with a curious little chuckle. "No, Denham, I have no illusions about that young woman. I think I made that plain to her to-night. But don t run away with a false impression,"<|quote|>he continued eagerly, turn... | he was hardly conscious of Rodney and his revelations, and was only concerned to make him mention Katharine again before they reached the lamp-post. "Who s taken you in now?" he asked. "Katharine Hilbery?" Rodney stopped and once more began beating a kind of rhythm, as if he were marking a phrase in a symphony, upon th... | distance of some hundred yards, and decided that he would part from Rodney when they reached this point. "Yes, I like Mary; I don t see how one could help liking her," he remarked cautiously, with his eye on the lamp-post. "Ah, Denham, you re so different from me. You never give yourself away. I watched you this evenin... | communicative with this silent man, who possessed so obviously all the good masculine qualities in which Katharine now seemed lamentably deficient. "You do well, Denham," he began impulsively, "to have nothing to do with young women. I offer you my experience if one trusts them one invariably has cause to repent. Not t... | 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 of sight. William felt in the mood for a short soliloquy of indignation... | added hastily, "to complain of them. It s a subject that crops up now and again for no particular reason. Miss Datchet, I dare say, is one of the exceptions. Do you like Miss Datchet?" These remarks indicated clearly enough that Rodney s nerves were in a state of irritation, and Denham speedily woke to the situation of... | Night And Day |
"You must not think that I have any bitterness against her far from it. It s not altogether her fault, poor girl. She lives, you know, one of those odious, self-centered lives at least, I think them odious for a woman feeding her wits upon everything, having control of everything, getting far too much her own way at ho... | William Rodney | was actually linked in his?<|quote|>"You must not think that I have any bitterness against her far from it. It s not altogether her fault, poor girl. She lives, you know, one of those odious, self-centered lives at least, I think them odious for a woman feeding her wits upon everything, having control of everything, ge... | away when Rodney s arm was actually linked in his?<|quote|>"You must not think that I have any bitterness against her far from it. It s not altogether her fault, poor girl. She lives, you know, one of those odious, self-centered lives at least, I think them odious for a woman feeding her wits upon everything, having co... | impression," he continued eagerly, turning and linking his arm through Denham s, as though to prevent him from escaping; and, thus compelled, Denham passed the monitory lamp-post, to which, in passing, he breathed an excuse, for how could he break away when Rodney s arm was actually linked in his?<|quote|>"You must not... | marking a phrase in a symphony, upon the smooth stone balustrade of the Embankment. "Katharine Hilbery," he repeated, with a curious little chuckle. "No, Denham, I have no illusions about that young woman. I think I made that plain to her to-night. But don t run away with a false impression," he continued eagerly, turn... | You never give yourself away. I watched you this evening with Katharine Hilbery. My instinct is to trust the person I m talking to. That s why I m always being taken in, I suppose." Denham seemed to be pondering this statement of Rodney s, but, as a matter of fact, he was hardly conscious of Rodney and his revelations,... | to repent. Not that I have any reason at this moment," he added hastily, "to complain of them. It s a subject that crops up now and again for no particular reason. Miss Datchet, I dare say, is one of the exceptions. Do you like Miss Datchet?" These remarks indicated clearly enough that Rodney s nerves were in a state o... | the mood for a short soliloquy of indignation, for Katharine had contrived to exasperate him in more ways than one. "Of all the unreasonable, inconsiderate creatures I ve ever known, she s the worst!" he exclaimed to himself, striding back along the Embankment. "Heaven forbid that I should ever make a fool of myself wi... | now seemed lamentably deficient. "You do well, Denham," he began impulsively, "to have nothing to do with young women. I offer you my experience if one trusts them one invariably has cause to repent. Not that I have any reason at this moment," he added hastily, "to complain of them. It s a subject that crops up now and... | Night And Day |
he added, as if to warn Denham not to take any liberties. | No speaker | justice, she s no fool,"<|quote|>he added, as if to warn Denham not to take any liberties.</|quote|>"She has taste. She has | advantages. Still, to do her justice, she s no fool,"<|quote|>he added, as if to warn Denham not to take any liberties.</|quote|>"She has taste. She has sense. She can understand you | far too much her own way at home spoilt, in a sense, feeling that every one is at her feet, and so not realizing how she hurts that is, how rudely she behaves to people who haven t all her advantages. Still, to do her justice, she s no fool,"<|quote|>he added, as if to warn Denham not to take any liberties.</|quote|>"S... | must not think that I have any bitterness against her far from it. It s not altogether her fault, poor girl. She lives, you know, one of those odious, self-centered lives at least, I think them odious for a woman feeding her wits upon everything, having control of everything, getting far too much her own way at home sp... | a phrase in a symphony, upon the smooth stone balustrade of the Embankment. "Katharine Hilbery," he repeated, with a curious little chuckle. "No, Denham, I have no illusions about that young woman. I think I made that plain to her to-night. But don t run away with a false impression," he continued eagerly, turning and ... | interests, and fretted him with the old trivial anxieties. He sank in his own esteem. Reason bade him break from Rodney, who clearly tended to become confidential, before he had utterly lost touch with the problems of high philosophy. He looked along the road, and marked a lamp-post at a distance of some hundred yards,... | for there was no human being at hand, these sentiments sounded satisfactorily irrefutable. Rodney quieted down, and walked on in silence, until he perceived some one approaching him, who had something, either in his walk or his dress, which proclaimed that he was one of William s acquaintances before it was possible to... | he was hardly conscious of Rodney and his revelations, and was only concerned to make him mention Katharine again before they reached the lamp-post. "Who s taken you in now?" he asked. "Katharine Hilbery?" Rodney stopped and once more began beating a kind of rhythm, as if he were marking a phrase in a symphony, upon th... | Night And Day |
"She has taste. She has sense. She can understand you when you talk to her. But she s a woman, and there s an end of it," | William Rodney | not to take any liberties.<|quote|>"She has taste. She has sense. She can understand you when you talk to her. But she s a woman, and there s an end of it,"</|quote|>he added, with another little | as if to warn Denham not to take any liberties.<|quote|>"She has taste. She has sense. She can understand you when you talk to her. But she s a woman, and there s an end of it,"</|quote|>he added, with another little chuckle, and dropped Denham s | feeling that every one is at her feet, and so not realizing how she hurts that is, how rudely she behaves to people who haven t all her advantages. Still, to do her justice, she s no fool," he added, as if to warn Denham not to take any liberties.<|quote|>"She has taste. She has sense. She can understand you when you t... | it. It s not altogether her fault, poor girl. She lives, you know, one of those odious, self-centered lives at least, I think them odious for a woman feeding her wits upon everything, having control of everything, getting far too much her own way at home spoilt, in a sense, feeling that every one is at her feet, and so... | Embankment. "Katharine Hilbery," he repeated, with a curious little chuckle. "No, Denham, I have no illusions about that young woman. I think I made that plain to her to-night. But don t run away with a false impression," he continued eagerly, turning and linking his arm through Denham s, as though to prevent him from ... | his own esteem. Reason bade him break from Rodney, who clearly tended to become confidential, before he had utterly lost touch with the problems of high philosophy. He looked along the road, and marked a lamp-post at a distance of some hundred yards, and decided that he would part from Rodney when they reached this poi... | irrefutable. Rodney quieted down, and walked on in silence, until he perceived some one approaching him, who had something, either in his walk or his dress, which proclaimed that he was one of William s acquaintances before it was possible to tell which of them he was. It was Denham who, having parted from Sandys at th... | suppose." Denham seemed to be pondering this statement of Rodney s, but, as a matter of fact, he was hardly conscious of Rodney and his revelations, and was only concerned to make him mention Katharine again before they reached the lamp-post. "Who s taken you in now?" he asked. "Katharine Hilbery?" Rodney stopped and o... | Night And Day |
he added, with another little chuckle, and dropped Denham s arm. | No speaker | s an end of it,"<|quote|>he added, with another little chuckle, and dropped Denham s arm.</|quote|>"And did you tell her | s a woman, and there s an end of it,"<|quote|>he added, with another little chuckle, and dropped Denham s arm.</|quote|>"And did you tell her all this to-night?" Denham asked. | her advantages. Still, to do her justice, she s no fool," he added, as if to warn Denham not to take any liberties. "She has taste. She has sense. She can understand you when you talk to her. But she s a woman, and there s an end of it,"<|quote|>he added, with another little chuckle, and dropped Denham s arm.</|quote|>... | woman feeding her wits upon everything, having control of everything, getting far too much her own way at home spoilt, in a sense, feeling that every one is at her feet, and so not realizing how she hurts that is, how rudely she behaves to people who haven t all her advantages. Still, to do her justice, she s no fool,"... | her to-night. But don t run away with a false impression," he continued eagerly, turning and linking his arm through Denham s, as though to prevent him from escaping; and, thus compelled, Denham passed the monitory lamp-post, to which, in passing, he breathed an excuse, for how could he break away when Rodney s arm was... | He looked along the road, and marked a lamp-post at a distance of some hundred yards, and decided that he would part from Rodney when they reached this point. "Yes, I like Mary; I don t see how one could help liking her," he remarked cautiously, with his eye on the lamp-post. "Ah, Denham, you re so different from me. Y... | proclaimed that he was one of William s acquaintances before it was possible to tell which of them he was. It was Denham who, having parted from Sandys at the bottom of his staircase, was now walking to the Tube at Charing Cross, deep in the thoughts which his talk with Sandys had suggested. He had forgotten the meetin... | fretted him with the old trivial anxieties. He sank in his own esteem. Reason bade him break from Rodney, who clearly tended to become confidential, before he had utterly lost touch with the problems of high philosophy. He looked along the road, and marked a lamp-post at a distance of some hundred yards, and decided th... | Night And Day |
"And did you tell her all this to-night?" | Ralph Denham | and dropped Denham s arm.<|quote|>"And did you tell her all this to-night?"</|quote|>Denham asked. "Oh dear me, | added, with another little chuckle, and dropped Denham s arm.<|quote|>"And did you tell her all this to-night?"</|quote|>Denham asked. "Oh dear me, no. I should never think | he added, as if to warn Denham not to take any liberties. "She has taste. She has sense. She can understand you when you talk to her. But she s a woman, and there s an end of it," he added, with another little chuckle, and dropped Denham s arm.<|quote|>"And did you tell her all this to-night?"</|quote|>Denham asked. "O... | far too much her own way at home spoilt, in a sense, feeling that every one is at her feet, and so not realizing how she hurts that is, how rudely she behaves to people who haven t all her advantages. Still, to do her justice, she s no fool," he added, as if to warn Denham not to take any liberties. "She has taste. She... | he continued eagerly, turning and linking his arm through Denham s, as though to prevent him from escaping; and, thus compelled, Denham passed the monitory lamp-post, to which, in passing, he breathed an excuse, for how could he break away when Rodney s arm was actually linked in his? "You must not think that I have an... | distance of some hundred yards, and decided that he would part from Rodney when they reached this point. "Yes, I like Mary; I don t see how one could help liking her," he remarked cautiously, with his eye on the lamp-post. "Ah, Denham, you re so different from me. You never give yourself away. I watched you this evenin... | was possible to tell which of them he was. It was Denham who, having parted from Sandys at the bottom of his staircase, was now walking to the Tube at Charing Cross, deep in the thoughts which his talk with Sandys had suggested. He had forgotten the meeting at Mary Datchet s rooms, he had forgotten Rodney, and metaphor... | Rodney, who clearly tended to become confidential, before he had utterly lost touch with the problems of high philosophy. He looked along the road, and marked a lamp-post at a distance of some hundred yards, and decided that he would part from Rodney when they reached this point. "Yes, I like Mary; I don t see how one ... | Night And Day |
Denham asked. | No speaker | tell her all this to-night?"<|quote|>Denham asked.</|quote|>"Oh dear me, no. I | s arm. "And did you tell her all this to-night?"<|quote|>Denham asked.</|quote|>"Oh dear me, no. I should never think of telling | to take any liberties. "She has taste. She has sense. She can understand you when you talk to her. But she s a woman, and there s an end of it," he added, with another little chuckle, and dropped Denham s arm. "And did you tell her all this to-night?"<|quote|>Denham asked.</|quote|>"Oh dear me, no. I should never think... | spoilt, in a sense, feeling that every one is at her feet, and so not realizing how she hurts that is, how rudely she behaves to people who haven t all her advantages. Still, to do her justice, she s no fool," he added, as if to warn Denham not to take any liberties. "She has taste. She has sense. She can understand yo... | through Denham s, as though to prevent him from escaping; and, thus compelled, Denham passed the monitory lamp-post, to which, in passing, he breathed an excuse, for how could he break away when Rodney s arm was actually linked in his? "You must not think that I have any bitterness against her far from it. It s not alt... | he would part from Rodney when they reached this point. "Yes, I like Mary; I don t see how one could help liking her," he remarked cautiously, with his eye on the lamp-post. "Ah, Denham, you re so different from me. You never give yourself away. I watched you this evening with Katharine Hilbery. My instinct is to trust... | was. It was Denham who, having parted from Sandys at the bottom of his staircase, was now walking to the Tube at Charing Cross, deep in the thoughts which his talk with Sandys had suggested. He had forgotten the meeting at Mary Datchet s rooms, he had forgotten Rodney, and metaphors and Elizabethan drama, and could hav... | instinct is to trust the person I m talking to. That s why I m always being taken in, I suppose." Denham seemed to be pondering this statement of Rodney s, but, as a matter of fact, he was hardly conscious of Rodney and his revelations, and was only concerned to make him mention Katharine again before they reached the ... | Night And Day |
"Oh dear me, no. I should never think of telling Katharine the truth about herself. That wouldn t do at all. One has to be in an attitude of adoration in order to get on with Katharine." | William Rodney | all this to-night?" Denham asked.<|quote|>"Oh dear me, no. I should never think of telling Katharine the truth about herself. That wouldn t do at all. One has to be in an attitude of adoration in order to get on with Katharine."</|quote|>"Now I ve learnt that | "And did you tell her all this to-night?" Denham asked.<|quote|>"Oh dear me, no. I should never think of telling Katharine the truth about herself. That wouldn t do at all. One has to be in an attitude of adoration in order to get on with Katharine."</|quote|>"Now I ve learnt that she s refused to marry | any liberties. "She has taste. She has sense. She can understand you when you talk to her. But she s a woman, and there s an end of it," he added, with another little chuckle, and dropped Denham s arm. "And did you tell her all this to-night?" Denham asked.<|quote|>"Oh dear me, no. I should never think of telling Katha... | a sense, feeling that every one is at her feet, and so not realizing how she hurts that is, how rudely she behaves to people who haven t all her advantages. Still, to do her justice, she s no fool," he added, as if to warn Denham not to take any liberties. "She has taste. She has sense. She can understand you when you ... | s, as though to prevent him from escaping; and, thus compelled, Denham passed the monitory lamp-post, to which, in passing, he breathed an excuse, for how could he break away when Rodney s arm was actually linked in his? "You must not think that I have any bitterness against her far from it. It s not altogether her fau... | part from Rodney when they reached this point. "Yes, I like Mary; I don t see how one could help liking her," he remarked cautiously, with his eye on the lamp-post. "Ah, Denham, you re so different from me. You never give yourself away. I watched you this evening with Katharine Hilbery. My instinct is to trust the pers... | was Denham who, having parted from Sandys at the bottom of his staircase, was now walking to the Tube at Charing Cross, deep in the thoughts which his talk with Sandys had suggested. He had forgotten the meeting at Mary Datchet s rooms, he had forgotten Rodney, and metaphors and Elizabethan drama, and could have sworn ... | with which his mind returned to these interests, and fretted him with the old trivial anxieties. He sank in his own esteem. Reason bade him break from Rodney, who clearly tended to become confidential, before he had utterly lost touch with the problems of high philosophy. He looked along the road, and marked a lamp-pos... | Night And Day |
"Now I ve learnt that she s refused to marry him why don t I go home?" | Ralph Denham | to get on with Katharine."<|quote|>"Now I ve learnt that she s refused to marry him why don t I go home?"</|quote|>Denham thought to himself. But | attitude of adoration in order to get on with Katharine."<|quote|>"Now I ve learnt that she s refused to marry him why don t I go home?"</|quote|>Denham thought to himself. But he went on walking beside | Denham s arm. "And did you tell her all this to-night?" Denham asked. "Oh dear me, no. I should never think of telling Katharine the truth about herself. That wouldn t do at all. One has to be in an attitude of adoration in order to get on with Katharine."<|quote|>"Now I ve learnt that she s refused to marry him why do... | s no fool," he added, as if to warn Denham not to take any liberties. "She has taste. She has sense. She can understand you when you talk to her. But she s a woman, and there s an end of it," he added, with another little chuckle, and dropped Denham s arm. "And did you tell her all this to-night?" Denham asked. "Oh dea... | in his? "You must not think that I have any bitterness against her far from it. It s not altogether her fault, poor girl. She lives, you know, one of those odious, self-centered lives at least, I think them odious for a woman feeding her wits upon everything, having control of everything, getting far too much her own w... | from me. You never give yourself away. I watched you this evening with Katharine Hilbery. My instinct is to trust the person I m talking to. That s why I m always being taken in, I suppose." Denham seemed to be pondering this statement of Rodney s, but, as a matter of fact, he was hardly conscious of Rodney and his rev... | meeting at Mary Datchet s rooms, he had forgotten Rodney, and metaphors and Elizabethan drama, and could have sworn that he had forgotten Katharine Hilbery, too, although that was more disputable. His mind was scaling the highest pinnacles of its alps, where there was only starlight and the untrodden snow. He cast stra... | this evening with Katharine Hilbery. My instinct is to trust the person I m talking to. That s why I m always being taken in, I suppose." Denham seemed to be pondering this statement of Rodney s, but, as a matter of fact, he was hardly conscious of Rodney and his revelations, and was only concerned to make him mention ... | Night And Day |
Denham thought to himself. But he went on walking beside Rodney, and for a time they did not speak, though Rodney hummed snatches of a tune out of an opera by Mozart. A feeling of contempt and liking combine very naturally in the mind of one to whom another has just spoken unpremeditatedly, revealing rather more of his... | No speaker | don t I go home?"<|quote|>Denham thought to himself. But he went on walking beside Rodney, and for a time they did not speak, though Rodney hummed snatches of a tune out of an opera by Mozart. A feeling of contempt and liking combine very naturally in the mind of one to whom another has just spoken unpremeditatedly, re... | refused to marry him why don t I go home?"<|quote|>Denham thought to himself. But he went on walking beside Rodney, and for a time they did not speak, though Rodney hummed snatches of a tune out of an opera by Mozart. A feeling of contempt and liking combine very naturally in the mind of one to whom another has just sp... | I should never think of telling Katharine the truth about herself. That wouldn t do at all. One has to be in an attitude of adoration in order to get on with Katharine." "Now I ve learnt that she s refused to marry him why don t I go home?"<|quote|>Denham thought to himself. But he went on walking beside Rodney, and fo... | taste. She has sense. She can understand you when you talk to her. But she s a woman, and there s an end of it," he added, with another little chuckle, and dropped Denham s arm. "And did you tell her all this to-night?" Denham asked. "Oh dear me, no. I should never think of telling Katharine the truth about herself. Th... | s not altogether her fault, poor girl. She lives, you know, one of those odious, self-centered lives at least, I think them odious for a woman feeding her wits upon everything, having control of everything, getting far too much her own way at home spoilt, in a sense, feeling that every one is at her feet, and so not re... | is to trust the person I m talking to. That s why I m always being taken in, I suppose." Denham seemed to be pondering this statement of Rodney s, but, as a matter of fact, he was hardly conscious of Rodney and his revelations, and was only concerned to make him mention Katharine again before they reached the lamp-post... | have sworn that he had forgotten Katharine Hilbery, too, although that was more disputable. His mind was scaling the highest pinnacles of its alps, where there was only starlight and the untrodden snow. He cast strange eyes upon Rodney, as they encountered each other beneath a lamp-post. "Ha!" Rodney exclaimed. If he h... | It s a subject that crops up now and again for no particular reason. Miss Datchet, I dare say, is one of the exceptions. Do you like Miss Datchet?" These remarks indicated clearly enough that Rodney s nerves were in a state of irritation, and Denham speedily woke to the situation of the world as it had been one hour ag... | Night And Day |
"You re a slave like me, I suppose?" | William Rodney | began to think about Denham.<|quote|>"You re a slave like me, I suppose?"</|quote|>he asked. "A solicitor, yes." | at the same time Rodney began to think about Denham.<|quote|>"You re a slave like me, I suppose?"</|quote|>he asked. "A solicitor, yes." "I sometimes wonder why we | and liking combine very naturally in the mind of one to whom another has just spoken unpremeditatedly, revealing rather more of his private feelings than he intended to reveal. Denham began to wonder what sort of person Rodney was, and at the same time Rodney began to think about Denham.<|quote|>"You re a slave like me... | learnt that she s refused to marry him why don t I go home?" Denham thought to himself. But he went on walking beside Rodney, and for a time they did not speak, though Rodney hummed snatches of a tune out of an opera by Mozart. A feeling of contempt and liking combine very naturally in the mind of one to whom another h... | he added, as if to warn Denham not to take any liberties. "She has taste. She has sense. She can understand you when you talk to her. But she s a woman, and there s an end of it," he added, with another little chuckle, and dropped Denham s arm. "And did you tell her all this to-night?" Denham asked. "Oh dear me, no. I ... | a phrase in a symphony, upon the smooth stone balustrade of the Embankment. "Katharine Hilbery," he repeated, with a curious little chuckle. "No, Denham, I have no illusions about that young woman. I think I made that plain to her to-night. But don t run away with a false impression," he continued eagerly, turning and ... | doing, he had turned and was walking with Rodney in obedience to Rodney s invitation to come to his rooms and have something to drink. Denham had no wish to drink with Rodney, but he followed him passively enough. Rodney was gratified by this obedience. He felt inclined to be communicative with this silent man, who pos... | how rudely she behaves to people who haven t all her advantages. Still, to do her justice, she s no fool," he added, as if to warn Denham not to take any liberties. "She has taste. She has sense. She can understand you when you talk to her. But she s a woman, and there s an end of it," he added, with another little chu... | Night And Day |
he asked. | No speaker | slave like me, I suppose?"<|quote|>he asked.</|quote|>"A solicitor, yes." "I sometimes | about Denham. "You re a slave like me, I suppose?"<|quote|>he asked.</|quote|>"A solicitor, yes." "I sometimes wonder why we don t | of one to whom another has just spoken unpremeditatedly, revealing rather more of his private feelings than he intended to reveal. Denham began to wonder what sort of person Rodney was, and at the same time Rodney began to think about Denham. "You re a slave like me, I suppose?"<|quote|>he asked.</|quote|>"A solicitor,... | why don t I go home?" Denham thought to himself. But he went on walking beside Rodney, and for a time they did not speak, though Rodney hummed snatches of a tune out of an opera by Mozart. A feeling of contempt and liking combine very naturally in the mind of one to whom another has just spoken unpremeditatedly, reveal... | to take any liberties. "She has taste. She has sense. She can understand you when you talk to her. But she s a woman, and there s an end of it," he added, with another little chuckle, and dropped Denham s arm. "And did you tell her all this to-night?" Denham asked. "Oh dear me, no. I should never think of telling Katha... | stone balustrade of the Embankment. "Katharine Hilbery," he repeated, with a curious little chuckle. "No, Denham, I have no illusions about that young woman. I think I made that plain to her to-night. But don t run away with a false impression," he continued eagerly, turning and linking his arm through Denham s, as tho... | Rodney in obedience to Rodney s invitation to come to his rooms and have something to drink. Denham had no wish to drink with Rodney, but he followed him passively enough. Rodney was gratified by this obedience. He felt inclined to be communicative with this silent man, who possessed so obviously all the good masculine... | with the problems of high philosophy. He looked along the road, and marked a lamp-post at a distance of some hundred yards, and decided that he would part from Rodney when they reached this point. "Yes, I like Mary; I don t see how one could help liking her," he remarked cautiously, with his eye on the lamp-post. "Ah, ... | Night And Day |
"A solicitor, yes." | Ralph Denham | me, I suppose?" he asked.<|quote|>"A solicitor, yes."</|quote|>"I sometimes wonder why we | "You re a slave like me, I suppose?" he asked.<|quote|>"A solicitor, yes."</|quote|>"I sometimes wonder why we don t chuck it. Why | to whom another has just spoken unpremeditatedly, revealing rather more of his private feelings than he intended to reveal. Denham began to wonder what sort of person Rodney was, and at the same time Rodney began to think about Denham. "You re a slave like me, I suppose?" he asked.<|quote|>"A solicitor, yes."</|quote|>... | t I go home?" Denham thought to himself. But he went on walking beside Rodney, and for a time they did not speak, though Rodney hummed snatches of a tune out of an opera by Mozart. A feeling of contempt and liking combine very naturally in the mind of one to whom another has just spoken unpremeditatedly, revealing rath... | any liberties. "She has taste. She has sense. She can understand you when you talk to her. But she s a woman, and there s an end of it," he added, with another little chuckle, and dropped Denham s arm. "And did you tell her all this to-night?" Denham asked. "Oh dear me, no. I should never think of telling Katharine the... | of the Embankment. "Katharine Hilbery," he repeated, with a curious little chuckle. "No, Denham, I have no illusions about that young woman. I think I made that plain to her to-night. But don t run away with a false impression," he continued eagerly, turning and linking his arm through Denham s, as though to prevent hi... | obedience to Rodney s invitation to come to his rooms and have something to drink. Denham had no wish to drink with Rodney, but he followed him passively enough. Rodney was gratified by this obedience. He felt inclined to be communicative with this silent man, who possessed so obviously all the good masculine qualities... | lamp-post at a distance of some hundred yards, and decided that he would part from Rodney when they reached this point. "Yes, I like Mary; I don t see how one could help liking her," he remarked cautiously, with his eye on the lamp-post. "Ah, Denham, you re so different from me. You never give yourself away. I watched ... | Night And Day |
"I sometimes wonder why we don t chuck it. Why don t you emigrate, Denham? I should have thought that would suit you." | William Rodney | he asked. "A solicitor, yes."<|quote|>"I sometimes wonder why we don t chuck it. Why don t you emigrate, Denham? I should have thought that would suit you."</|quote|>"I ve a family." "I | slave like me, I suppose?" he asked. "A solicitor, yes."<|quote|>"I sometimes wonder why we don t chuck it. Why don t you emigrate, Denham? I should have thought that would suit you."</|quote|>"I ve a family." "I m often on the point | has just spoken unpremeditatedly, revealing rather more of his private feelings than he intended to reveal. Denham began to wonder what sort of person Rodney was, and at the same time Rodney began to think about Denham. "You re a slave like me, I suppose?" he asked. "A solicitor, yes."<|quote|>"I sometimes wonder why w... | home?" Denham thought to himself. But he went on walking beside Rodney, and for a time they did not speak, though Rodney hummed snatches of a tune out of an opera by Mozart. A feeling of contempt and liking combine very naturally in the mind of one to whom another has just spoken unpremeditatedly, revealing rather more... | has taste. She has sense. She can understand you when you talk to her. But she s a woman, and there s an end of it," he added, with another little chuckle, and dropped Denham s arm. "And did you tell her all this to-night?" Denham asked. "Oh dear me, no. I should never think of telling Katharine the truth about herself... | "Katharine Hilbery," he repeated, with a curious little chuckle. "No, Denham, I have no illusions about that young woman. I think I made that plain to her to-night. But don t run away with a false impression," he continued eagerly, turning and linking his arm through Denham s, as though to prevent him from escaping; an... | s invitation to come to his rooms and have something to drink. Denham had no wish to drink with Rodney, but he followed him passively enough. Rodney was gratified by this obedience. He felt inclined to be communicative with this silent man, who possessed so obviously all the good masculine qualities in which Katharine ... | break from Rodney, who clearly tended to become confidential, before he had utterly lost touch with the problems of high philosophy. He looked along the road, and marked a lamp-post at a distance of some hundred yards, and decided that he would part from Rodney when they reached this point. "Yes, I like Mary; I don t s... | Night And Day |
"I ve a family." | Ralph Denham | thought that would suit you."<|quote|>"I ve a family."</|quote|>"I m often on the | emigrate, Denham? I should have thought that would suit you."<|quote|>"I ve a family."</|quote|>"I m often on the point of going myself. And | person Rodney was, and at the same time Rodney began to think about Denham. "You re a slave like me, I suppose?" he asked. "A solicitor, yes." "I sometimes wonder why we don t chuck it. Why don t you emigrate, Denham? I should have thought that would suit you."<|quote|>"I ve a family."</|quote|>"I m often on the point ... | snatches of a tune out of an opera by Mozart. A feeling of contempt and liking combine very naturally in the mind of one to whom another has just spoken unpremeditatedly, revealing rather more of his private feelings than he intended to reveal. Denham began to wonder what sort of person Rodney was, and at the same time... | end of it," he added, with another little chuckle, and dropped Denham s arm. "And did you tell her all this to-night?" Denham asked. "Oh dear me, no. I should never think of telling Katharine the truth about herself. That wouldn t do at all. One has to be in an attitude of adoration in order to get on with Katharine." ... | that plain to her to-night. But don t run away with a false impression," he continued eagerly, turning and linking his arm through Denham s, as though to prevent him from escaping; and, thus compelled, Denham passed the monitory lamp-post, to which, in passing, he breathed an excuse, for how could he break away when Ro... | him passively enough. Rodney was gratified by this obedience. He felt inclined to be communicative with this silent man, who possessed so obviously all the good masculine qualities in which Katharine now seemed lamentably deficient. "You do well, Denham," he began impulsively, "to have nothing to do with young women. I... | realizing how she hurts that is, how rudely she behaves to people who haven t all her advantages. Still, to do her justice, she s no fool," he added, as if to warn Denham not to take any liberties. "She has taste. She has sense. She can understand you when you talk to her. But she s a woman, and there s an end of it," ... | Night And Day |
"I m often on the point of going myself. And then I know I couldn t live without this" | William Rodney | you." "I ve a family."<|quote|>"I m often on the point of going myself. And then I know I couldn t live without this"</|quote|>and he waved his hand | have thought that would suit you." "I ve a family."<|quote|>"I m often on the point of going myself. And then I know I couldn t live without this"</|quote|>and he waved his hand towards the City of London, | at the same time Rodney began to think about Denham. "You re a slave like me, I suppose?" he asked. "A solicitor, yes." "I sometimes wonder why we don t chuck it. Why don t you emigrate, Denham? I should have thought that would suit you." "I ve a family."<|quote|>"I m often on the point of going myself. And then I know... | out of an opera by Mozart. A feeling of contempt and liking combine very naturally in the mind of one to whom another has just spoken unpremeditatedly, revealing rather more of his private feelings than he intended to reveal. Denham began to wonder what sort of person Rodney was, and at the same time Rodney began to th... | added, with another little chuckle, and dropped Denham s arm. "And did you tell her all this to-night?" Denham asked. "Oh dear me, no. I should never think of telling Katharine the truth about herself. That wouldn t do at all. One has to be in an attitude of adoration in order to get on with Katharine." "Now I ve learn... | to-night. But don t run away with a false impression," he continued eagerly, turning and linking his arm through Denham s, as though to prevent him from escaping; and, thus compelled, Denham passed the monitory lamp-post, to which, in passing, he breathed an excuse, for how could he break away when Rodney s arm was act... | was gratified by this obedience. He felt inclined to be communicative with this silent man, who possessed so obviously all the good masculine qualities in which Katharine now seemed lamentably deficient. "You do well, Denham," he began impulsively, "to have nothing to do with young women. I offer you my experience if o... | me. You never give yourself away. I watched you this evening with Katharine Hilbery. My instinct is to trust the person I m talking to. That s why I m always being taken in, I suppose." Denham seemed to be pondering this statement of Rodney s, but, as a matter of fact, he was hardly conscious of Rodney and his revelati... | Night And Day |
and he waved his hand towards the City of London, which wore, at this moment, the appearance of a town cut out of gray-blue cardboard, and pasted flat against the sky, which was of a deeper blue. | No speaker | couldn t live without this"<|quote|>and he waved his hand towards the City of London, which wore, at this moment, the appearance of a town cut out of gray-blue cardboard, and pasted flat against the sky, which was of a deeper blue.</|quote|>"There are one or two | And then I know I couldn t live without this"<|quote|>and he waved his hand towards the City of London, which wore, at this moment, the appearance of a town cut out of gray-blue cardboard, and pasted flat against the sky, which was of a deeper blue.</|quote|>"There are one or two people I m fond of, | asked. "A solicitor, yes." "I sometimes wonder why we don t chuck it. Why don t you emigrate, Denham? I should have thought that would suit you." "I ve a family." "I m often on the point of going myself. And then I know I couldn t live without this"<|quote|>and he waved his hand towards the City of London, which wore, ... | one to whom another has just spoken unpremeditatedly, revealing rather more of his private feelings than he intended to reveal. Denham began to wonder what sort of person Rodney was, and at the same time Rodney began to think about Denham. "You re a slave like me, I suppose?" he asked. "A solicitor, yes." "I sometimes ... | asked. "Oh dear me, no. I should never think of telling Katharine the truth about herself. That wouldn t do at all. One has to be in an attitude of adoration in order to get on with Katharine." "Now I ve learnt that she s refused to marry him why don t I go home?" Denham thought to himself. But he went on walking besid... | Denham s, as though to prevent him from escaping; and, thus compelled, Denham passed the monitory lamp-post, to which, in passing, he breathed an excuse, for how could he break away when Rodney s arm was actually linked in his? "You must not think that I have any bitterness against her far from it. It s not altogether ... | all the good masculine qualities in which Katharine now seemed lamentably deficient. "You do well, Denham," he began impulsively, "to have nothing to do with young women. I offer you my experience if one trusts them one invariably has cause to repent. Not that I have any reason at this moment," he added hastily, "to co... | turning and linking his arm through Denham s, as though to prevent him from escaping; and, thus compelled, Denham passed the monitory lamp-post, to which, in passing, he breathed an excuse, for how could he break away when Rodney s arm was actually linked in his? "You must not think that I have any bitterness against h... | Night And Day |
"There are one or two people I m fond of, and there s a little good music, and a few pictures, now and then just enough to keep one dangling about here. Ah, but I couldn t live with savages! Are you fond of books? Music? Pictures? D you care at all for first editions? I ve got a few nice things up here, things I pick u... | William Rodney | was of a deeper blue.<|quote|>"There are one or two people I m fond of, and there s a little good music, and a few pictures, now and then just enough to keep one dangling about here. Ah, but I couldn t live with savages! Are you fond of books? Music? Pictures? D you care at all for first editions? I ve got a few nice t... | flat against the sky, which was of a deeper blue.<|quote|>"There are one or two people I m fond of, and there s a little good music, and a few pictures, now and then just enough to keep one dangling about here. Ah, but I couldn t live with savages! Are you fond of books? Music? Pictures? D you care at all for first edi... | of going myself. And then I know I couldn t live without this" and he waved his hand towards the City of London, which wore, at this moment, the appearance of a town cut out of gray-blue cardboard, and pasted flat against the sky, which was of a deeper blue.<|quote|>"There are one or two people I m fond of, and there s... | to think about Denham. "You re a slave like me, I suppose?" he asked. "A solicitor, yes." "I sometimes wonder why we don t chuck it. Why don t you emigrate, Denham? I should have thought that would suit you." "I ve a family." "I m often on the point of going myself. And then I know I couldn t live without this" and he ... | Katharine." "Now I ve learnt that she s refused to marry him why don t I go home?" Denham thought to himself. But he went on walking beside Rodney, and for a time they did not speak, though Rodney hummed snatches of a tune out of an opera by Mozart. A feeling of contempt and liking combine very naturally in the mind of... | linked in his? "You must not think that I have any bitterness against her far from it. It s not altogether her fault, poor girl. She lives, you know, one of those odious, self-centered lives at least, I think them odious for a woman feeding her wits upon everything, having control of everything, getting far too much he... | invariably has cause to repent. Not that I have any reason at this moment," he added hastily, "to complain of them. It s a subject that crops up now and again for no particular reason. Miss Datchet, I dare say, is one of the exceptions. Do you like Miss Datchet?" These remarks indicated clearly enough that Rodney s ner... | warn Denham not to take any liberties. "She has taste. She has sense. She can understand you when you talk to her. But she s a woman, and there s an end of it," he added, with another little chuckle, and dropped Denham s arm. "And did you tell her all this to-night?" Denham asked. "Oh dear me, no. I should never think ... | Night And Day |
They had reached a small court of high eighteenth-century houses, in one of which Rodney had his rooms. They climbed a very steep staircase, through whose uncurtained windows the moonlight fell, illuminating the banisters with their twisted pillars, and the piles of plates set on the window-sills, and jars half-full of... | No speaker | to give what they ask."<|quote|>They had reached a small court of high eighteenth-century houses, in one of which Rodney had his rooms. They climbed a very steep staircase, through whose uncurtained windows the moonlight fell, illuminating the banisters with their twisted pillars, and the piles of plates set on the win... | for I can t afford to give what they ask."<|quote|>They had reached a small court of high eighteenth-century houses, in one of which Rodney had his rooms. They climbed a very steep staircase, through whose uncurtained windows the moonlight fell, illuminating the banisters with their twisted pillars, and the piles of pl... | dangling about here. Ah, but I couldn t live with savages! Are you fond of books? Music? Pictures? D you care at all for first editions? I ve got a few nice things up here, things I pick up cheap, for I can t afford to give what they ask."<|quote|>They had reached a small court of high eighteenth-century houses, in one... | appearance of a town cut out of gray-blue cardboard, and pasted flat against the sky, which was of a deeper blue. "There are one or two people I m fond of, and there s a little good music, and a few pictures, now and then just enough to keep one dangling about here. Ah, but I couldn t live with savages! Are you fond of... | he intended to reveal. Denham began to wonder what sort of person Rodney was, and at the same time Rodney began to think about Denham. "You re a slave like me, I suppose?" he asked. "A solicitor, yes." "I sometimes wonder why we don t chuck it. Why don t you emigrate, Denham? I should have thought that would suit you."... | she hurts that is, how rudely she behaves to people who haven t all her advantages. Still, to do her justice, she s no fool," he added, as if to warn Denham not to take any liberties. "She has taste. She has sense. She can understand you when you talk to her. But she s a woman, and there s an end of it," he added, with... | one hour ago. He had last seen Rodney walking with Katharine. He could not help regretting the eagerness with which his mind returned to these interests, and fretted him with the old trivial anxieties. He sank in his own esteem. Reason bade him break from Rodney, who clearly tended to become confidential, before he had... | that is, how rudely she behaves to people who haven t all her advantages. Still, to do her justice, she s no fool," he added, as if to warn Denham not to take any liberties. "She has taste. She has sense. She can understand you when you talk to her. But she s a woman, and there s an end of it," he added, with another l... | Night And Day |
"Oh dear me, what a waste of time! But it s over now, and so we may think no more about it." | William Rodney | on to the table, exclaimed:<|quote|>"Oh dear me, what a waste of time! But it s over now, and so we may think no more about it."</|quote|>He then busied himself very | the Elizabethan use of Metaphor on to the table, exclaimed:<|quote|>"Oh dear me, what a waste of time! But it s over now, and so we may think no more about it."</|quote|>He then busied himself very dexterously in lighting a fire, | which would not have surprised Dr. Johnson, if he had come out of his grave for a turn in the moonlight. Rodney lit his lamp, pulled his curtains, offered Denham a chair, and, flinging the manuscript of his paper on the Elizabethan use of Metaphor on to the table, exclaimed:<|quote|>"Oh dear me, what a waste of time! B... | their twisted pillars, and the piles of plates set on the window-sills, and jars half-full of milk. Rodney s rooms were small, but the sitting-room window looked out into a courtyard, with its flagged pavement, and its single tree, and across to the flat red-brick fronts of the opposite houses, which would not have sur... | little good music, and a few pictures, now and then just enough to keep one dangling about here. Ah, but I couldn t live with savages! Are you fond of books? Music? Pictures? D you care at all for first editions? I ve got a few nice things up here, things I pick up cheap, for I can t afford to give what they ask." They... | t I go home?" Denham thought to himself. But he went on walking beside Rodney, and for a time they did not speak, though Rodney hummed snatches of a tune out of an opera by Mozart. A feeling of contempt and liking combine very naturally in the mind of one to whom another has just spoken unpremeditatedly, revealing rath... | Katharine Hilbery. My instinct is to trust the person I m talking to. That s why I m always being taken in, I suppose." Denham seemed to be pondering this statement of Rodney s, but, as a matter of fact, he was hardly conscious of Rodney and his revelations, and was only concerned to make him mention Katharine again be... | to marry him why don t I go home?" Denham thought to himself. But he went on walking beside Rodney, and for a time they did not speak, though Rodney hummed snatches of a tune out of an opera by Mozart. A feeling of contempt and liking combine very naturally in the mind of one to whom another has just spoken unpremedita... | Night And Day |
He then busied himself very dexterously in lighting a fire, producing glasses, whisky, a cake, and cups and saucers. He put on a faded crimson dressing-gown, and a pair of red slippers, and advanced to Denham with a tumbler in one hand and a well-burnished book in the other. | No speaker | think no more about it."<|quote|>He then busied himself very dexterously in lighting a fire, producing glasses, whisky, a cake, and cups and saucers. He put on a faded crimson dressing-gown, and a pair of red slippers, and advanced to Denham with a tumbler in one hand and a well-burnished book in the other.</|quote|>"T... | now, and so we may think no more about it."<|quote|>He then busied himself very dexterously in lighting a fire, producing glasses, whisky, a cake, and cups and saucers. He put on a faded crimson dressing-gown, and a pair of red slippers, and advanced to Denham with a tumbler in one hand and a well-burnished book in the... | lit his lamp, pulled his curtains, offered Denham a chair, and, flinging the manuscript of his paper on the Elizabethan use of Metaphor on to the table, exclaimed: "Oh dear me, what a waste of time! But it s over now, and so we may think no more about it."<|quote|>He then busied himself very dexterously in lighting a f... | but the sitting-room window looked out into a courtyard, with its flagged pavement, and its single tree, and across to the flat red-brick fronts of the opposite houses, which would not have surprised Dr. Johnson, if he had come out of his grave for a turn in the moonlight. Rodney lit his lamp, pulled his curtains, offe... | t live with savages! Are you fond of books? Music? Pictures? D you care at all for first editions? I ve got a few nice things up here, things I pick up cheap, for I can t afford to give what they ask." They had reached a small court of high eighteenth-century houses, in one of which Rodney had his rooms. They climbed a... | speak, though Rodney hummed snatches of a tune out of an opera by Mozart. A feeling of contempt and liking combine very naturally in the mind of one to whom another has just spoken unpremeditatedly, revealing rather more of his private feelings than he intended to reveal. Denham began to wonder what sort of person Rodn... | I suppose." Denham seemed to be pondering this statement of Rodney s, but, as a matter of fact, he was hardly conscious of Rodney and his revelations, and was only concerned to make him mention Katharine again before they reached the lamp-post. "Who s taken you in now?" he asked. "Katharine Hilbery?" Rodney stopped and... | all her advantages. Still, to do her justice, she s no fool," he added, as if to warn Denham not to take any liberties. "She has taste. She has sense. She can understand you when you talk to her. But she s a woman, and there s an end of it," he added, with another little chuckle, and dropped Denham s arm. "And did you ... | Night And Day |
"The Baskerville Congreve," | William Rodney | well-burnished book in the other.<|quote|>"The Baskerville Congreve,"</|quote|>said Rodney, offering it to | in one hand and a well-burnished book in the other.<|quote|>"The Baskerville Congreve,"</|quote|>said Rodney, offering it to his guest. "I couldn t | it." He then busied himself very dexterously in lighting a fire, producing glasses, whisky, a cake, and cups and saucers. He put on a faded crimson dressing-gown, and a pair of red slippers, and advanced to Denham with a tumbler in one hand and a well-burnished book in the other.<|quote|>"The Baskerville Congreve,"</|q... | Rodney lit his lamp, pulled his curtains, offered Denham a chair, and, flinging the manuscript of his paper on the Elizabethan use of Metaphor on to the table, exclaimed: "Oh dear me, what a waste of time! But it s over now, and so we may think no more about it." He then busied himself very dexterously in lighting a fi... | of high eighteenth-century houses, in one of which Rodney had his rooms. They climbed a very steep staircase, through whose uncurtained windows the moonlight fell, illuminating the banisters with their twisted pillars, and the piles of plates set on the window-sills, and jars half-full of milk. Rodney s rooms were smal... | to wonder what sort of person Rodney was, and at the same time Rodney began to think about Denham. "You re a slave like me, I suppose?" he asked. "A solicitor, yes." "I sometimes wonder why we don t chuck it. Why don t you emigrate, Denham? I should have thought that would suit you." "I ve a family." "I m often on the ... | asked. "Katharine Hilbery?" Rodney stopped and once more began beating a kind of rhythm, as if he were marking a phrase in a symphony, upon the smooth stone balustrade of the Embankment. "Katharine Hilbery," he repeated, with a curious little chuckle. "No, Denham, I have no illusions about that young woman. I think I m... | without this" and he waved his hand towards the City of London, which wore, at this moment, the appearance of a town cut out of gray-blue cardboard, and pasted flat against the sky, which was of a deeper blue. "There are one or two people I m fond of, and there s a little good music, and a few pictures, now and then ju... | Night And Day |
said Rodney, offering it to his guest. | No speaker | the other. "The Baskerville Congreve,"<|quote|>said Rodney, offering it to his guest.</|quote|>"I couldn t read him | and a well-burnished book in the other. "The Baskerville Congreve,"<|quote|>said Rodney, offering it to his guest.</|quote|>"I couldn t read him in a cheap edition." When | busied himself very dexterously in lighting a fire, producing glasses, whisky, a cake, and cups and saucers. He put on a faded crimson dressing-gown, and a pair of red slippers, and advanced to Denham with a tumbler in one hand and a well-burnished book in the other. "The Baskerville Congreve,"<|quote|>said Rodney, off... | lamp, pulled his curtains, offered Denham a chair, and, flinging the manuscript of his paper on the Elizabethan use of Metaphor on to the table, exclaimed: "Oh dear me, what a waste of time! But it s over now, and so we may think no more about it." He then busied himself very dexterously in lighting a fire, producing g... | houses, in one of which Rodney had his rooms. They climbed a very steep staircase, through whose uncurtained windows the moonlight fell, illuminating the banisters with their twisted pillars, and the piles of plates set on the window-sills, and jars half-full of milk. Rodney s rooms were small, but the sitting-room win... | sort of person Rodney was, and at the same time Rodney began to think about Denham. "You re a slave like me, I suppose?" he asked. "A solicitor, yes." "I sometimes wonder why we don t chuck it. Why don t you emigrate, Denham? I should have thought that would suit you." "I ve a family." "I m often on the point of going ... | Rodney stopped and once more began beating a kind of rhythm, as if he were marking a phrase in a symphony, upon the smooth stone balustrade of the Embankment. "Katharine Hilbery," he repeated, with a curious little chuckle. "No, Denham, I have no illusions about that young woman. I think I made that plain to her to-nig... | of a deeper blue. "There are one or two people I m fond of, and there s a little good music, and a few pictures, now and then just enough to keep one dangling about here. Ah, but I couldn t live with savages! Are you fond of books? Music? Pictures? D you care at all for first editions? I ve got a few nice things up her... | Night And Day |
"I couldn t read him in a cheap edition." | William Rodney | offering it to his guest.<|quote|>"I couldn t read him in a cheap edition."</|quote|>When he was seen thus | "The Baskerville Congreve," said Rodney, offering it to his guest.<|quote|>"I couldn t read him in a cheap edition."</|quote|>When he was seen thus among his books and his | fire, producing glasses, whisky, a cake, and cups and saucers. He put on a faded crimson dressing-gown, and a pair of red slippers, and advanced to Denham with a tumbler in one hand and a well-burnished book in the other. "The Baskerville Congreve," said Rodney, offering it to his guest.<|quote|>"I couldn t read him in... | chair, and, flinging the manuscript of his paper on the Elizabethan use of Metaphor on to the table, exclaimed: "Oh dear me, what a waste of time! But it s over now, and so we may think no more about it." He then busied himself very dexterously in lighting a fire, producing glasses, whisky, a cake, and cups and saucers... | his rooms. They climbed a very steep staircase, through whose uncurtained windows the moonlight fell, illuminating the banisters with their twisted pillars, and the piles of plates set on the window-sills, and jars half-full of milk. Rodney s rooms were small, but the sitting-room window looked out into a courtyard, wi... | the same time Rodney began to think about Denham. "You re a slave like me, I suppose?" he asked. "A solicitor, yes." "I sometimes wonder why we don t chuck it. Why don t you emigrate, Denham? I should have thought that would suit you." "I ve a family." "I m often on the point of going myself. And then I know I couldn t... | a kind of rhythm, as if he were marking a phrase in a symphony, upon the smooth stone balustrade of the Embankment. "Katharine Hilbery," he repeated, with a curious little chuckle. "No, Denham, I have no illusions about that young woman. I think I made that plain to her to-night. But don t run away with a false impress... | asked. "A solicitor, yes." "I sometimes wonder why we don t chuck it. Why don t you emigrate, Denham? I should have thought that would suit you." "I ve a family." "I m often on the point of going myself. And then I know I couldn t live without this" and he waved his hand towards the City of London, which wore, at this ... | Night And Day |
When he was seen thus among his books and his valuables, amiably anxious to make his visitor comfortable, and moving about with something of the dexterity and grace of a Persian cat, Denham relaxed his critical attitude, and felt more at home with Rodney than he would have done with many men better known to him. Rodney... | No speaker | him in a cheap edition."<|quote|>When he was seen thus among his books and his valuables, amiably anxious to make his visitor comfortable, and moving about with something of the dexterity and grace of a Persian cat, Denham relaxed his critical attitude, and felt more at home with Rodney than he would have done with man... | guest. "I couldn t read him in a cheap edition."<|quote|>When he was seen thus among his books and his valuables, amiably anxious to make his visitor comfortable, and moving about with something of the dexterity and grace of a Persian cat, Denham relaxed his critical attitude, and felt more at home with Rodney than he ... | saucers. He put on a faded crimson dressing-gown, and a pair of red slippers, and advanced to Denham with a tumbler in one hand and a well-burnished book in the other. "The Baskerville Congreve," said Rodney, offering it to his guest. "I couldn t read him in a cheap edition."<|quote|>When he was seen thus among his boo... | the Elizabethan use of Metaphor on to the table, exclaimed: "Oh dear me, what a waste of time! But it s over now, and so we may think no more about it." He then busied himself very dexterously in lighting a fire, producing glasses, whisky, a cake, and cups and saucers. He put on a faded crimson dressing-gown, and a pai... | whose uncurtained windows the moonlight fell, illuminating the banisters with their twisted pillars, and the piles of plates set on the window-sills, and jars half-full of milk. Rodney s rooms were small, but the sitting-room window looked out into a courtyard, with its flagged pavement, and its single tree, and across... | "You re a slave like me, I suppose?" he asked. "A solicitor, yes." "I sometimes wonder why we don t chuck it. Why don t you emigrate, Denham? I should have thought that would suit you." "I ve a family." "I m often on the point of going myself. And then I know I couldn t live without this" and he waved his hand towards ... | a phrase in a symphony, upon the smooth stone balustrade of the Embankment. "Katharine Hilbery," he repeated, with a curious little chuckle. "No, Denham, I have no illusions about that young woman. I think I made that plain to her to-night. But don t run away with a false impression," he continued eagerly, turning and ... | hand towards the City of London, which wore, at this moment, the appearance of a town cut out of gray-blue cardboard, and pasted flat against the sky, which was of a deeper blue. "There are one or two people I m fond of, and there s a little good music, and a few pictures, now and then just enough to keep one dangling ... | Night And Day |
"Well, Rodney," | Ralph Denham | Giovanni" open upon the bracket.<|quote|>"Well, Rodney,"</|quote|>said Denham, as he filled | with the score of "Don Giovanni" open upon the bracket.<|quote|>"Well, Rodney,"</|quote|>said Denham, as he filled his pipe and looked about | the fireplace, and reflected duskily in its spotted depths the faint yellow and crimson of a jarful of tulips which stood among the letters and pipes and cigarettes upon the mantelpiece. A small piano occupied a corner of the room, with the score of "Don Giovanni" open upon the bracket.<|quote|>"Well, Rodney,"</|quote|... | or two. The books on his shelves were as orderly as regiments of soldiers, and the backs of them shone like so many bronze beetle-wings; though, if you took one from its place you saw a shabbier volume behind it, since space was limited. An oval Venetian mirror stood above the fireplace, and reflected duskily in its sp... | home with Rodney than he would have done with many men better known to him. Rodney s room was the room of a person who cherishes a great many personal tastes, guarding them from the rough blasts of the public with scrupulous attention. His papers and his books rose in jagged mounds on table and floor, round which he sk... | with its flagged pavement, and its single tree, and across to the flat red-brick fronts of the opposite houses, which would not have surprised Dr. Johnson, if he had come out of his grave for a turn in the moonlight. Rodney lit his lamp, pulled his curtains, offered Denham a chair, and, flinging the manuscript of his p... | with another little chuckle, and dropped Denham s arm. "And did you tell her all this to-night?" Denham asked. "Oh dear me, no. I should never think of telling Katharine the truth about herself. That wouldn t do at all. One has to be in an attitude of adoration in order to get on with Katharine." "Now I ve learnt that ... | with its flagged pavement, and its single tree, and across to the flat red-brick fronts of the opposite houses, which would not have surprised Dr. Johnson, if he had come out of his grave for a turn in the moonlight. Rodney lit his lamp, pulled his curtains, offered Denham a chair, and, flinging the manuscript of his p... | Night And Day |
said Denham, as he filled his pipe and looked about him, | No speaker | upon the bracket. "Well, Rodney,"<|quote|>said Denham, as he filled his pipe and looked about him,</|quote|>"this is all very nice | score of "Don Giovanni" open upon the bracket. "Well, Rodney,"<|quote|>said Denham, as he filled his pipe and looked about him,</|quote|>"this is all very nice and comfortable." Rodney turned his | and reflected duskily in its spotted depths the faint yellow and crimson of a jarful of tulips which stood among the letters and pipes and cigarettes upon the mantelpiece. A small piano occupied a corner of the room, with the score of "Don Giovanni" open upon the bracket. "Well, Rodney,"<|quote|>said Denham, as he fill... | The books on his shelves were as orderly as regiments of soldiers, and the backs of them shone like so many bronze beetle-wings; though, if you took one from its place you saw a shabbier volume behind it, since space was limited. An oval Venetian mirror stood above the fireplace, and reflected duskily in its spotted de... | Rodney than he would have done with many men better known to him. Rodney s room was the room of a person who cherishes a great many personal tastes, guarding them from the rough blasts of the public with scrupulous attention. His papers and his books rose in jagged mounds on table and floor, round which he skirted with... | flagged pavement, and its single tree, and across to the flat red-brick fronts of the opposite houses, which would not have surprised Dr. Johnson, if he had come out of his grave for a turn in the moonlight. Rodney lit his lamp, pulled his curtains, offered Denham a chair, and, flinging the manuscript of his paper on t... | little chuckle, and dropped Denham s arm. "And did you tell her all this to-night?" Denham asked. "Oh dear me, no. I should never think of telling Katharine the truth about herself. That wouldn t do at all. One has to be in an attitude of adoration in order to get on with Katharine." "Now I ve learnt that she s refused... | and saucers. He put on a faded crimson dressing-gown, and a pair of red slippers, and advanced to Denham with a tumbler in one hand and a well-burnished book in the other. "The Baskerville Congreve," said Rodney, offering it to his guest. "I couldn t read him in a cheap edition." When he was seen thus among his books a... | Night And Day |
"this is all very nice and comfortable." | Ralph Denham | pipe and looked about him,<|quote|>"this is all very nice and comfortable."</|quote|>Rodney turned his head half | Denham, as he filled his pipe and looked about him,<|quote|>"this is all very nice and comfortable."</|quote|>Rodney turned his head half round and smiled, with the | crimson of a jarful of tulips which stood among the letters and pipes and cigarettes upon the mantelpiece. A small piano occupied a corner of the room, with the score of "Don Giovanni" open upon the bracket. "Well, Rodney," said Denham, as he filled his pipe and looked about him,<|quote|>"this is all very nice and comf... | soldiers, and the backs of them shone like so many bronze beetle-wings; though, if you took one from its place you saw a shabbier volume behind it, since space was limited. An oval Venetian mirror stood above the fireplace, and reflected duskily in its spotted depths the faint yellow and crimson of a jarful of tulips w... | to him. Rodney s room was the room of a person who cherishes a great many personal tastes, guarding them from the rough blasts of the public with scrupulous attention. His papers and his books rose in jagged mounds on table and floor, round which he skirted with nervous care lest his dressing-gown might disarrange them... | red-brick fronts of the opposite houses, which would not have surprised Dr. Johnson, if he had come out of his grave for a turn in the moonlight. Rodney lit his lamp, pulled his curtains, offered Denham a chair, and, flinging the manuscript of his paper on the Elizabethan use of Metaphor on to the table, exclaimed: "Oh... | her all this to-night?" Denham asked. "Oh dear me, no. I should never think of telling Katharine the truth about herself. That wouldn t do at all. One has to be in an attitude of adoration in order to get on with Katharine." "Now I ve learnt that she s refused to marry him why don t I go home?" Denham thought to himsel... | to the flat red-brick fronts of the opposite houses, which would not have surprised Dr. Johnson, if he had come out of his grave for a turn in the moonlight. Rodney lit his lamp, pulled his curtains, offered Denham a chair, and, flinging the manuscript of his paper on the Elizabethan use of Metaphor on to the table, ex... | Night And Day |
Rodney turned his head half round and smiled, with the pride of a proprietor, and then prevented himself from smiling. | No speaker | all very nice and comfortable."<|quote|>Rodney turned his head half round and smiled, with the pride of a proprietor, and then prevented himself from smiling.</|quote|>"Tolerable," he muttered. "But I | looked about him, "this is all very nice and comfortable."<|quote|>Rodney turned his head half round and smiled, with the pride of a proprietor, and then prevented himself from smiling.</|quote|>"Tolerable," he muttered. "But I dare say it s just | stood among the letters and pipes and cigarettes upon the mantelpiece. A small piano occupied a corner of the room, with the score of "Don Giovanni" open upon the bracket. "Well, Rodney," said Denham, as he filled his pipe and looked about him, "this is all very nice and comfortable."<|quote|>Rodney turned his head hal... | like so many bronze beetle-wings; though, if you took one from its place you saw a shabbier volume behind it, since space was limited. An oval Venetian mirror stood above the fireplace, and reflected duskily in its spotted depths the faint yellow and crimson of a jarful of tulips which stood among the letters and pipes... | room of a person who cherishes a great many personal tastes, guarding them from the rough blasts of the public with scrupulous attention. His papers and his books rose in jagged mounds on table and floor, round which he skirted with nervous care lest his dressing-gown might disarrange them ever so slightly. On a chair ... | would not have surprised Dr. Johnson, if he had come out of his grave for a turn in the moonlight. Rodney lit his lamp, pulled his curtains, offered Denham a chair, and, flinging the manuscript of his paper on the Elizabethan use of Metaphor on to the table, exclaimed: "Oh dear me, what a waste of time! But it s over n... | dear me, no. I should never think of telling Katharine the truth about herself. That wouldn t do at all. One has to be in an attitude of adoration in order to get on with Katharine." "Now I ve learnt that she s refused to marry him why don t I go home?" Denham thought to himself. But he went on walking beside Rodney, a... | with a tumbler in one hand and a well-burnished book in the other. "The Baskerville Congreve," said Rodney, offering it to his guest. "I couldn t read him in a cheap edition." When he was seen thus among his books and his valuables, amiably anxious to make his visitor comfortable, and moving about with something of the... | Night And Day |
"Tolerable," | William Rodney | then prevented himself from smiling.<|quote|>"Tolerable,"</|quote|>he muttered. "But I dare | pride of a proprietor, and then prevented himself from smiling.<|quote|>"Tolerable,"</|quote|>he muttered. "But I dare say it s just as | with the score of "Don Giovanni" open upon the bracket. "Well, Rodney," said Denham, as he filled his pipe and looked about him, "this is all very nice and comfortable." Rodney turned his head half round and smiled, with the pride of a proprietor, and then prevented himself from smiling.<|quote|>"Tolerable,"</|quote|>h... | since space was limited. An oval Venetian mirror stood above the fireplace, and reflected duskily in its spotted depths the faint yellow and crimson of a jarful of tulips which stood among the letters and pipes and cigarettes upon the mantelpiece. A small piano occupied a corner of the room, with the score of "Don Giov... | with scrupulous attention. His papers and his books rose in jagged mounds on table and floor, round which he skirted with nervous care lest his dressing-gown might disarrange them ever so slightly. On a chair stood a stack of photographs of statues and pictures, which it was his habit to exhibit, one by one, for the sp... | Rodney lit his lamp, pulled his curtains, offered Denham a chair, and, flinging the manuscript of his paper on the Elizabethan use of Metaphor on to the table, exclaimed: "Oh dear me, what a waste of time! But it s over now, and so we may think no more about it." He then busied himself very dexterously in lighting a fi... | One has to be in an attitude of adoration in order to get on with Katharine." "Now I ve learnt that she s refused to marry him why don t I go home?" Denham thought to himself. But he went on walking beside Rodney, and for a time they did not speak, though Rodney hummed snatches of a tune out of an opera by Mozart. A fe... | for I can t afford to give what they ask." They had reached a small court of high eighteenth-century houses, in one of which Rodney had his rooms. They climbed a very steep staircase, through whose uncurtained windows the moonlight fell, illuminating the banisters with their twisted pillars, and the piles of plates set... | Night And Day |
he muttered. | No speaker | prevented himself from smiling. "Tolerable,"<|quote|>he muttered.</|quote|>"But I dare say it | of a proprietor, and then prevented himself from smiling. "Tolerable,"<|quote|>he muttered.</|quote|>"But I dare say it s just as well that | the score of "Don Giovanni" open upon the bracket. "Well, Rodney," said Denham, as he filled his pipe and looked about him, "this is all very nice and comfortable." Rodney turned his head half round and smiled, with the pride of a proprietor, and then prevented himself from smiling. "Tolerable,"<|quote|>he muttered.</|... | space was limited. An oval Venetian mirror stood above the fireplace, and reflected duskily in its spotted depths the faint yellow and crimson of a jarful of tulips which stood among the letters and pipes and cigarettes upon the mantelpiece. A small piano occupied a corner of the room, with the score of "Don Giovanni" ... | scrupulous attention. His papers and his books rose in jagged mounds on table and floor, round which he skirted with nervous care lest his dressing-gown might disarrange them ever so slightly. On a chair stood a stack of photographs of statues and pictures, which it was his habit to exhibit, one by one, for the space o... | lit his lamp, pulled his curtains, offered Denham a chair, and, flinging the manuscript of his paper on the Elizabethan use of Metaphor on to the table, exclaimed: "Oh dear me, what a waste of time! But it s over now, and so we may think no more about it." He then busied himself very dexterously in lighting a fire, pro... | has to be in an attitude of adoration in order to get on with Katharine." "Now I ve learnt that she s refused to marry him why don t I go home?" Denham thought to himself. But he went on walking beside Rodney, and for a time they did not speak, though Rodney hummed snatches of a tune out of an opera by Mozart. A feelin... | lamp, pulled his curtains, offered Denham a chair, and, flinging the manuscript of his paper on the Elizabethan use of Metaphor on to the table, exclaimed: "Oh dear me, what a waste of time! But it s over now, and so we may think no more about it." He then busied himself very dexterously in lighting a fire, producing g... | Night And Day |
"But I dare say it s just as well that you have to earn your own living." | Ralph Denham | from smiling. "Tolerable," he muttered.<|quote|>"But I dare say it s just as well that you have to earn your own living."</|quote|>"If you mean that I | proprietor, and then prevented himself from smiling. "Tolerable," he muttered.<|quote|>"But I dare say it s just as well that you have to earn your own living."</|quote|>"If you mean that I shouldn t do anything good | of "Don Giovanni" open upon the bracket. "Well, Rodney," said Denham, as he filled his pipe and looked about him, "this is all very nice and comfortable." Rodney turned his head half round and smiled, with the pride of a proprietor, and then prevented himself from smiling. "Tolerable," he muttered.<|quote|>"But I dare ... | limited. An oval Venetian mirror stood above the fireplace, and reflected duskily in its spotted depths the faint yellow and crimson of a jarful of tulips which stood among the letters and pipes and cigarettes upon the mantelpiece. A small piano occupied a corner of the room, with the score of "Don Giovanni" open upon ... | His papers and his books rose in jagged mounds on table and floor, round which he skirted with nervous care lest his dressing-gown might disarrange them ever so slightly. On a chair stood a stack of photographs of statues and pictures, which it was his habit to exhibit, one by one, for the space of a day or two. The bo... | lamp, pulled his curtains, offered Denham a chair, and, flinging the manuscript of his paper on the Elizabethan use of Metaphor on to the table, exclaimed: "Oh dear me, what a waste of time! But it s over now, and so we may think no more about it." He then busied himself very dexterously in lighting a fire, producing g... | be in an attitude of adoration in order to get on with Katharine." "Now I ve learnt that she s refused to marry him why don t I go home?" Denham thought to himself. But he went on walking beside Rodney, and for a time they did not speak, though Rodney hummed snatches of a tune out of an opera by Mozart. A feeling of co... | cups and saucers. He put on a faded crimson dressing-gown, and a pair of red slippers, and advanced to Denham with a tumbler in one hand and a well-burnished book in the other. "The Baskerville Congreve," said Rodney, offering it to his guest. "I couldn t read him in a cheap edition." When he was seen thus among his bo... | Night And Day |
"If you mean that I shouldn t do anything good with leisure if I had it, I dare say you re right. But I should be ten times as happy with my whole day to spend as I liked." | William Rodney | to earn your own living."<|quote|>"If you mean that I shouldn t do anything good with leisure if I had it, I dare say you re right. But I should be ten times as happy with my whole day to spend as I liked."</|quote|>"I doubt that," Denham replied. | as well that you have to earn your own living."<|quote|>"If you mean that I shouldn t do anything good with leisure if I had it, I dare say you re right. But I should be ten times as happy with my whole day to spend as I liked."</|quote|>"I doubt that," Denham replied. They sat silent, and the | looked about him, "this is all very nice and comfortable." Rodney turned his head half round and smiled, with the pride of a proprietor, and then prevented himself from smiling. "Tolerable," he muttered. "But I dare say it s just as well that you have to earn your own living."<|quote|>"If you mean that I shouldn t do a... | faint yellow and crimson of a jarful of tulips which stood among the letters and pipes and cigarettes upon the mantelpiece. A small piano occupied a corner of the room, with the score of "Don Giovanni" open upon the bracket. "Well, Rodney," said Denham, as he filled his pipe and looked about him, "this is all very nice... | with nervous care lest his dressing-gown might disarrange them ever so slightly. On a chair stood a stack of photographs of statues and pictures, which it was his habit to exhibit, one by one, for the space of a day or two. The books on his shelves were as orderly as regiments of soldiers, and the backs of them shone l... | Elizabethan use of Metaphor on to the table, exclaimed: "Oh dear me, what a waste of time! But it s over now, and so we may think no more about it." He then busied himself very dexterously in lighting a fire, producing glasses, whisky, a cake, and cups and saucers. He put on a faded crimson dressing-gown, and a pair of... | that she s refused to marry him why don t I go home?" Denham thought to himself. But he went on walking beside Rodney, and for a time they did not speak, though Rodney hummed snatches of a tune out of an opera by Mozart. A feeling of contempt and liking combine very naturally in the mind of one to whom another has just... | window looked out into a courtyard, with its flagged pavement, and its single tree, and across to the flat red-brick fronts of the opposite houses, which would not have surprised Dr. Johnson, if he had come out of his grave for a turn in the moonlight. Rodney lit his lamp, pulled his curtains, offered Denham a chair, a... | Night And Day |
"I doubt that," | Ralph Denham | to spend as I liked."<|quote|>"I doubt that,"</|quote|>Denham replied. They sat silent, | happy with my whole day to spend as I liked."<|quote|>"I doubt that,"</|quote|>Denham replied. They sat silent, and the smoke from their | just as well that you have to earn your own living." "If you mean that I shouldn t do anything good with leisure if I had it, I dare say you re right. But I should be ten times as happy with my whole day to spend as I liked."<|quote|>"I doubt that,"</|quote|>Denham replied. They sat silent, and the smoke from their pip... | bracket. "Well, Rodney," said Denham, as he filled his pipe and looked about him, "this is all very nice and comfortable." Rodney turned his head half round and smiled, with the pride of a proprietor, and then prevented himself from smiling. "Tolerable," he muttered. "But I dare say it s just as well that you have to e... | day or two. The books on his shelves were as orderly as regiments of soldiers, and the backs of them shone like so many bronze beetle-wings; though, if you took one from its place you saw a shabbier volume behind it, since space was limited. An oval Venetian mirror stood above the fireplace, and reflected duskily in it... | a fire, producing glasses, whisky, a cake, and cups and saucers. He put on a faded crimson dressing-gown, and a pair of red slippers, and advanced to Denham with a tumbler in one hand and a well-burnished book in the other. "The Baskerville Congreve," said Rodney, offering it to his guest. "I couldn t read him in a che... | out of an opera by Mozart. A feeling of contempt and liking combine very naturally in the mind of one to whom another has just spoken unpremeditatedly, revealing rather more of his private feelings than he intended to reveal. Denham began to wonder what sort of person Rodney was, and at the same time Rodney began to th... | books? Music? Pictures? D you care at all for first editions? I ve got a few nice things up here, things I pick up cheap, for I can t afford to give what they ask." They had reached a small court of high eighteenth-century houses, in one of which Rodney had his rooms. They climbed a very steep staircase, through whose ... | Night And Day |
Denham replied. They sat silent, and the smoke from their pipes joined amicably in a blue vapor above their heads. | No speaker | I liked." "I doubt that,"<|quote|>Denham replied. They sat silent, and the smoke from their pipes joined amicably in a blue vapor above their heads.</|quote|>"I could spend three hours | whole day to spend as I liked." "I doubt that,"<|quote|>Denham replied. They sat silent, and the smoke from their pipes joined amicably in a blue vapor above their heads.</|quote|>"I could spend three hours every day reading Shakespeare," Rodney | that you have to earn your own living." "If you mean that I shouldn t do anything good with leisure if I had it, I dare say you re right. But I should be ten times as happy with my whole day to spend as I liked." "I doubt that,"<|quote|>Denham replied. They sat silent, and the smoke from their pipes joined amicably in ... | said Denham, as he filled his pipe and looked about him, "this is all very nice and comfortable." Rodney turned his head half round and smiled, with the pride of a proprietor, and then prevented himself from smiling. "Tolerable," he muttered. "But I dare say it s just as well that you have to earn your own living." "If... | The books on his shelves were as orderly as regiments of soldiers, and the backs of them shone like so many bronze beetle-wings; though, if you took one from its place you saw a shabbier volume behind it, since space was limited. An oval Venetian mirror stood above the fireplace, and reflected duskily in its spotted de... | glasses, whisky, a cake, and cups and saucers. He put on a faded crimson dressing-gown, and a pair of red slippers, and advanced to Denham with a tumbler in one hand and a well-burnished book in the other. "The Baskerville Congreve," said Rodney, offering it to his guest. "I couldn t read him in a cheap edition." When ... | opera by Mozart. A feeling of contempt and liking combine very naturally in the mind of one to whom another has just spoken unpremeditatedly, revealing rather more of his private feelings than he intended to reveal. Denham began to wonder what sort of person Rodney was, and at the same time Rodney began to think about ... | on table and floor, round which he skirted with nervous care lest his dressing-gown might disarrange them ever so slightly. On a chair stood a stack of photographs of statues and pictures, which it was his habit to exhibit, one by one, for the space of a day or two. The books on his shelves were as orderly as regiments... | Night And Day |
"I could spend three hours every day reading Shakespeare," | William Rodney | blue vapor above their heads.<|quote|>"I could spend three hours every day reading Shakespeare,"</|quote|>Rodney remarked. "And there s | pipes joined amicably in a blue vapor above their heads.<|quote|>"I could spend three hours every day reading Shakespeare,"</|quote|>Rodney remarked. "And there s music and pictures, let alone | if I had it, I dare say you re right. But I should be ten times as happy with my whole day to spend as I liked." "I doubt that," Denham replied. They sat silent, and the smoke from their pipes joined amicably in a blue vapor above their heads.<|quote|>"I could spend three hours every day reading Shakespeare,"</|quote|>... | his head half round and smiled, with the pride of a proprietor, and then prevented himself from smiling. "Tolerable," he muttered. "But I dare say it s just as well that you have to earn your own living." "If you mean that I shouldn t do anything good with leisure if I had it, I dare say you re right. But I should be t... | many bronze beetle-wings; though, if you took one from its place you saw a shabbier volume behind it, since space was limited. An oval Venetian mirror stood above the fireplace, and reflected duskily in its spotted depths the faint yellow and crimson of a jarful of tulips which stood among the letters and pipes and cig... | slippers, and advanced to Denham with a tumbler in one hand and a well-burnished book in the other. "The Baskerville Congreve," said Rodney, offering it to his guest. "I couldn t read him in a cheap edition." When he was seen thus among his books and his valuables, amiably anxious to make his visitor comfortable, and m... | has just spoken unpremeditatedly, revealing rather more of his private feelings than he intended to reveal. Denham began to wonder what sort of person Rodney was, and at the same time Rodney began to think about Denham. "You re a slave like me, I suppose?" he asked. "A solicitor, yes." "I sometimes wonder why we don t ... | jars half-full of milk. Rodney s rooms were small, but the sitting-room window looked out into a courtyard, with its flagged pavement, and its single tree, and across to the flat red-brick fronts of the opposite houses, which would not have surprised Dr. Johnson, if he had come out of his grave for a turn in the moonli... | Night And Day |
Rodney remarked. | No speaker | hours every day reading Shakespeare,"<|quote|>Rodney remarked.</|quote|>"And there s music and | heads. "I could spend three hours every day reading Shakespeare,"<|quote|>Rodney remarked.</|quote|>"And there s music and pictures, let alone the society | right. But I should be ten times as happy with my whole day to spend as I liked." "I doubt that," Denham replied. They sat silent, and the smoke from their pipes joined amicably in a blue vapor above their heads. "I could spend three hours every day reading Shakespeare,"<|quote|>Rodney remarked.</|quote|>"And there s m... | of a proprietor, and then prevented himself from smiling. "Tolerable," he muttered. "But I dare say it s just as well that you have to earn your own living." "If you mean that I shouldn t do anything good with leisure if I had it, I dare say you re right. But I should be ten times as happy with my whole day to spend as... | its place you saw a shabbier volume behind it, since space was limited. An oval Venetian mirror stood above the fireplace, and reflected duskily in its spotted depths the faint yellow and crimson of a jarful of tulips which stood among the letters and pipes and cigarettes upon the mantelpiece. A small piano occupied a ... | one hand and a well-burnished book in the other. "The Baskerville Congreve," said Rodney, offering it to his guest. "I couldn t read him in a cheap edition." When he was seen thus among his books and his valuables, amiably anxious to make his visitor comfortable, and moving about with something of the dexterity and gra... | private feelings than he intended to reveal. Denham began to wonder what sort of person Rodney was, and at the same time Rodney began to think about Denham. "You re a slave like me, I suppose?" he asked. "A solicitor, yes." "I sometimes wonder why we don t chuck it. Why don t you emigrate, Denham? I should have thought... | over now, and so we may think no more about it." He then busied himself very dexterously in lighting a fire, producing glasses, whisky, a cake, and cups and saucers. He put on a faded crimson dressing-gown, and a pair of red slippers, and advanced to Denham with a tumbler in one hand and a well-burnished book in the ot... | Night And Day |
"And there s music and pictures, let alone the society of the people one likes." | William Rodney | day reading Shakespeare," Rodney remarked.<|quote|>"And there s music and pictures, let alone the society of the people one likes."</|quote|>"You d be bored to | could spend three hours every day reading Shakespeare," Rodney remarked.<|quote|>"And there s music and pictures, let alone the society of the people one likes."</|quote|>"You d be bored to death in a year s | I should be ten times as happy with my whole day to spend as I liked." "I doubt that," Denham replied. They sat silent, and the smoke from their pipes joined amicably in a blue vapor above their heads. "I could spend three hours every day reading Shakespeare," Rodney remarked.<|quote|>"And there s music and pictures, l... | proprietor, and then prevented himself from smiling. "Tolerable," he muttered. "But I dare say it s just as well that you have to earn your own living." "If you mean that I shouldn t do anything good with leisure if I had it, I dare say you re right. But I should be ten times as happy with my whole day to spend as I li... | you saw a shabbier volume behind it, since space was limited. An oval Venetian mirror stood above the fireplace, and reflected duskily in its spotted depths the faint yellow and crimson of a jarful of tulips which stood among the letters and pipes and cigarettes upon the mantelpiece. A small piano occupied a corner of ... | and a well-burnished book in the other. "The Baskerville Congreve," said Rodney, offering it to his guest. "I couldn t read him in a cheap edition." When he was seen thus among his books and his valuables, amiably anxious to make his visitor comfortable, and moving about with something of the dexterity and grace of a P... | than he intended to reveal. Denham began to wonder what sort of person Rodney was, and at the same time Rodney began to think about Denham. "You re a slave like me, I suppose?" he asked. "A solicitor, yes." "I sometimes wonder why we don t chuck it. Why don t you emigrate, Denham? I should have thought that would suit ... | him. Rodney s room was the room of a person who cherishes a great many personal tastes, guarding them from the rough blasts of the public with scrupulous attention. His papers and his books rose in jagged mounds on table and floor, round which he skirted with nervous care lest his dressing-gown might disarrange them ev... | Night And Day |
"You d be bored to death in a year s time." | Ralph Denham | of the people one likes."<|quote|>"You d be bored to death in a year s time."</|quote|>"Oh, I grant you I | pictures, let alone the society of the people one likes."<|quote|>"You d be bored to death in a year s time."</|quote|>"Oh, I grant you I should be bored if I | liked." "I doubt that," Denham replied. They sat silent, and the smoke from their pipes joined amicably in a blue vapor above their heads. "I could spend three hours every day reading Shakespeare," Rodney remarked. "And there s music and pictures, let alone the society of the people one likes."<|quote|>"You d be bored ... | s just as well that you have to earn your own living." "If you mean that I shouldn t do anything good with leisure if I had it, I dare say you re right. But I should be ten times as happy with my whole day to spend as I liked." "I doubt that," Denham replied. They sat silent, and the smoke from their pipes joined amica... | stood above the fireplace, and reflected duskily in its spotted depths the faint yellow and crimson of a jarful of tulips which stood among the letters and pipes and cigarettes upon the mantelpiece. A small piano occupied a corner of the room, with the score of "Don Giovanni" open upon the bracket. "Well, Rodney," said... | his guest. "I couldn t read him in a cheap edition." When he was seen thus among his books and his valuables, amiably anxious to make his visitor comfortable, and moving about with something of the dexterity and grace of a Persian cat, Denham relaxed his critical attitude, and felt more at home with Rodney than he woul... | and at the same time Rodney began to think about Denham. "You re a slave like me, I suppose?" he asked. "A solicitor, yes." "I sometimes wonder why we don t chuck it. Why don t you emigrate, Denham? I should have thought that would suit you." "I ve a family." "I m often on the point of going myself. And then I know I c... | slippers, and advanced to Denham with a tumbler in one hand and a well-burnished book in the other. "The Baskerville Congreve," said Rodney, offering it to his guest. "I couldn t read him in a cheap edition." When he was seen thus among his books and his valuables, amiably anxious to make his visitor comfortable, and m... | Night And Day |
"Oh, I grant you I should be bored if I did nothing. But I should write plays." | William Rodney | in a year s time."<|quote|>"Oh, I grant you I should be bored if I did nothing. But I should write plays."</|quote|>"H m!" "I should write | d be bored to death in a year s time."<|quote|>"Oh, I grant you I should be bored if I did nothing. But I should write plays."</|quote|>"H m!" "I should write plays," he repeated. "I ve | smoke from their pipes joined amicably in a blue vapor above their heads. "I could spend three hours every day reading Shakespeare," Rodney remarked. "And there s music and pictures, let alone the society of the people one likes." "You d be bored to death in a year s time."<|quote|>"Oh, I grant you I should be bored if... | living." "If you mean that I shouldn t do anything good with leisure if I had it, I dare say you re right. But I should be ten times as happy with my whole day to spend as I liked." "I doubt that," Denham replied. They sat silent, and the smoke from their pipes joined amicably in a blue vapor above their heads. "I coul... | the faint yellow and crimson of a jarful of tulips which stood among the letters and pipes and cigarettes upon the mantelpiece. A small piano occupied a corner of the room, with the score of "Don Giovanni" open upon the bracket. "Well, Rodney," said Denham, as he filled his pipe and looked about him, "this is all very ... | When he was seen thus among his books and his valuables, amiably anxious to make his visitor comfortable, and moving about with something of the dexterity and grace of a Persian cat, Denham relaxed his critical attitude, and felt more at home with Rodney than he would have done with many men better known to him. Rodney... | "You re a slave like me, I suppose?" he asked. "A solicitor, yes." "I sometimes wonder why we don t chuck it. Why don t you emigrate, Denham? I should have thought that would suit you." "I ve a family." "I m often on the point of going myself. And then I know I couldn t live without this" and he waved his hand towards ... | he had come out of his grave for a turn in the moonlight. Rodney lit his lamp, pulled his curtains, offered Denham a chair, and, flinging the manuscript of his paper on the Elizabethan use of Metaphor on to the table, exclaimed: "Oh dear me, what a waste of time! But it s over now, and so we may think no more about it.... | Night And Day |
"H m!" | Ralph Denham | But I should write plays."<|quote|>"H m!"</|quote|>"I should write plays," he | bored if I did nothing. But I should write plays."<|quote|>"H m!"</|quote|>"I should write plays," he repeated. "I ve written three-quarters | hours every day reading Shakespeare," Rodney remarked. "And there s music and pictures, let alone the society of the people one likes." "You d be bored to death in a year s time." "Oh, I grant you I should be bored if I did nothing. But I should write plays."<|quote|>"H m!"</|quote|>"I should write plays," he repeated.... | I dare say you re right. But I should be ten times as happy with my whole day to spend as I liked." "I doubt that," Denham replied. They sat silent, and the smoke from their pipes joined amicably in a blue vapor above their heads. "I could spend three hours every day reading Shakespeare," Rodney remarked. "And there s ... | and cigarettes upon the mantelpiece. A small piano occupied a corner of the room, with the score of "Don Giovanni" open upon the bracket. "Well, Rodney," said Denham, as he filled his pipe and looked about him, "this is all very nice and comfortable." Rodney turned his head half round and smiled, with the pride of a pr... | comfortable, and moving about with something of the dexterity and grace of a Persian cat, Denham relaxed his critical attitude, and felt more at home with Rodney than he would have done with many men better known to him. Rodney s room was the room of a person who cherishes a great many personal tastes, guarding them fr... | we don t chuck it. Why don t you emigrate, Denham? I should have thought that would suit you." "I ve a family." "I m often on the point of going myself. And then I know I couldn t live without this" and he waved his hand towards the City of London, which wore, at this moment, the appearance of a town cut out of gray-bl... | room was the room of a person who cherishes a great many personal tastes, guarding them from the rough blasts of the public with scrupulous attention. His papers and his books rose in jagged mounds on table and floor, round which he skirted with nervous care lest his dressing-gown might disarrange them ever so slightly... | Night And Day |
"I should write plays," | William Rodney | should write plays." "H m!"<|quote|>"I should write plays,"</|quote|>he repeated. "I ve written | I did nothing. But I should write plays." "H m!"<|quote|>"I should write plays,"</|quote|>he repeated. "I ve written three-quarters of one already, and | day reading Shakespeare," Rodney remarked. "And there s music and pictures, let alone the society of the people one likes." "You d be bored to death in a year s time." "Oh, I grant you I should be bored if I did nothing. But I should write plays." "H m!"<|quote|>"I should write plays,"</|quote|>he repeated. "I ve writt... | say you re right. But I should be ten times as happy with my whole day to spend as I liked." "I doubt that," Denham replied. They sat silent, and the smoke from their pipes joined amicably in a blue vapor above their heads. "I could spend three hours every day reading Shakespeare," Rodney remarked. "And there s music a... | upon the mantelpiece. A small piano occupied a corner of the room, with the score of "Don Giovanni" open upon the bracket. "Well, Rodney," said Denham, as he filled his pipe and looked about him, "this is all very nice and comfortable." Rodney turned his head half round and smiled, with the pride of a proprietor, and t... | moving about with something of the dexterity and grace of a Persian cat, Denham relaxed his critical attitude, and felt more at home with Rodney than he would have done with many men better known to him. Rodney s room was the room of a person who cherishes a great many personal tastes, guarding them from the rough blas... | t chuck it. Why don t you emigrate, Denham? I should have thought that would suit you." "I ve a family." "I m often on the point of going myself. And then I know I couldn t live without this" and he waved his hand towards the City of London, which wore, at this moment, the appearance of a town cut out of gray-blue card... | pulled his curtains, offered Denham a chair, and, flinging the manuscript of his paper on the Elizabethan use of Metaphor on to the table, exclaimed: "Oh dear me, what a waste of time! But it s over now, and so we may think no more about it." He then busied himself very dexterously in lighting a fire, producing glasses... | Night And Day |
he repeated. | No speaker | m!" "I should write plays,"<|quote|>he repeated.</|quote|>"I ve written three-quarters of | I should write plays." "H m!" "I should write plays,"<|quote|>he repeated.</|quote|>"I ve written three-quarters of one already, and I m | remarked. "And there s music and pictures, let alone the society of the people one likes." "You d be bored to death in a year s time." "Oh, I grant you I should be bored if I did nothing. But I should write plays." "H m!" "I should write plays,"<|quote|>he repeated.</|quote|>"I ve written three-quarters of one already,... | But I should be ten times as happy with my whole day to spend as I liked." "I doubt that," Denham replied. They sat silent, and the smoke from their pipes joined amicably in a blue vapor above their heads. "I could spend three hours every day reading Shakespeare," Rodney remarked. "And there s music and pictures, let a... | small piano occupied a corner of the room, with the score of "Don Giovanni" open upon the bracket. "Well, Rodney," said Denham, as he filled his pipe and looked about him, "this is all very nice and comfortable." Rodney turned his head half round and smiled, with the pride of a proprietor, and then prevented himself fr... | of the dexterity and grace of a Persian cat, Denham relaxed his critical attitude, and felt more at home with Rodney than he would have done with many men better known to him. Rodney s room was the room of a person who cherishes a great many personal tastes, guarding them from the rough blasts of the public with scrupu... | don t you emigrate, Denham? I should have thought that would suit you." "I ve a family." "I m often on the point of going myself. And then I know I couldn t live without this" and he waved his hand towards the City of London, which wore, at this moment, the appearance of a town cut out of gray-blue cardboard, and paste... | of his grave for a turn in the moonlight. Rodney lit his lamp, pulled his curtains, offered Denham a chair, and, flinging the manuscript of his paper on the Elizabethan use of Metaphor on to the table, exclaimed: "Oh dear me, what a waste of time! But it s over now, and so we may think no more about it." He then busied... | Night And Day |
"I ve written three-quarters of one already, and I m only waiting for a holiday to finish it. And it s not bad no, some of it s really rather nice." | William Rodney | should write plays," he repeated.<|quote|>"I ve written three-quarters of one already, and I m only waiting for a holiday to finish it. And it s not bad no, some of it s really rather nice."</|quote|>The question arose in Denham | write plays." "H m!" "I should write plays," he repeated.<|quote|>"I ve written three-quarters of one already, and I m only waiting for a holiday to finish it. And it s not bad no, some of it s really rather nice."</|quote|>The question arose in Denham s mind whether he should | there s music and pictures, let alone the society of the people one likes." "You d be bored to death in a year s time." "Oh, I grant you I should be bored if I did nothing. But I should write plays." "H m!" "I should write plays," he repeated.<|quote|>"I ve written three-quarters of one already, and I m only waiting fo... | should be ten times as happy with my whole day to spend as I liked." "I doubt that," Denham replied. They sat silent, and the smoke from their pipes joined amicably in a blue vapor above their heads. "I could spend three hours every day reading Shakespeare," Rodney remarked. "And there s music and pictures, let alone t... | occupied a corner of the room, with the score of "Don Giovanni" open upon the bracket. "Well, Rodney," said Denham, as he filled his pipe and looked about him, "this is all very nice and comfortable." Rodney turned his head half round and smiled, with the pride of a proprietor, and then prevented himself from smiling. ... | dexterity and grace of a Persian cat, Denham relaxed his critical attitude, and felt more at home with Rodney than he would have done with many men better known to him. Rodney s room was the room of a person who cherishes a great many personal tastes, guarding them from the rough blasts of the public with scrupulous at... | you emigrate, Denham? I should have thought that would suit you." "I ve a family." "I m often on the point of going myself. And then I know I couldn t live without this" and he waved his hand towards the City of London, which wore, at this moment, the appearance of a town cut out of gray-blue cardboard, and pasted flat... | make his visitor comfortable, and moving about with something of the dexterity and grace of a Persian cat, Denham relaxed his critical attitude, and felt more at home with Rodney than he would have done with many men better known to him. Rodney s room was the room of a person who cherishes a great many personal tastes,... | Night And Day |
The question arose in Denham s mind whether he should ask to see this play, as, no doubt, he was expected to do. He looked rather stealthily at Rodney, who was tapping the coal nervously with a poker, and quivering almost physically, so Denham thought, with desire to talk about this play of his, and vanity unrequited a... | No speaker | it s really rather nice."<|quote|>The question arose in Denham s mind whether he should ask to see this play, as, no doubt, he was expected to do. He looked rather stealthily at Rodney, who was tapping the coal nervously with a poker, and quivering almost physically, so Denham thought, with desire to talk about this pl... | not bad no, some of it s really rather nice."<|quote|>The question arose in Denham s mind whether he should ask to see this play, as, no doubt, he was expected to do. He looked rather stealthily at Rodney, who was tapping the coal nervously with a poker, and quivering almost physically, so Denham thought, with desire t... | be bored if I did nothing. But I should write plays." "H m!" "I should write plays," he repeated. "I ve written three-quarters of one already, and I m only waiting for a holiday to finish it. And it s not bad no, some of it s really rather nice."<|quote|>The question arose in Denham s mind whether he should ask to see ... | in a blue vapor above their heads. "I could spend three hours every day reading Shakespeare," Rodney remarked. "And there s music and pictures, let alone the society of the people one likes." "You d be bored to death in a year s time." "Oh, I grant you I should be bored if I did nothing. But I should write plays." "H m... | all very nice and comfortable." Rodney turned his head half round and smiled, with the pride of a proprietor, and then prevented himself from smiling. "Tolerable," he muttered. "But I dare say it s just as well that you have to earn your own living." "If you mean that I shouldn t do anything good with leisure if I had ... | Rodney s room was the room of a person who cherishes a great many personal tastes, guarding them from the rough blasts of the public with scrupulous attention. His papers and his books rose in jagged mounds on table and floor, round which he skirted with nervous care lest his dressing-gown might disarrange them ever so... | live without this" and he waved his hand towards the City of London, which wore, at this moment, the appearance of a town cut out of gray-blue cardboard, and pasted flat against the sky, which was of a deeper blue. "There are one or two people I m fond of, and there s a little good music, and a few pictures, now and th... | Elizabethan use of Metaphor on to the table, exclaimed: "Oh dear me, what a waste of time! But it s over now, and so we may think no more about it." He then busied himself very dexterously in lighting a fire, producing glasses, whisky, a cake, and cups and saucers. He put on a faded crimson dressing-gown, and a pair of... | Night And Day |
"Well,... will you let me see the play?" | Ralph Denham | him, partly on that account.<|quote|>"Well,... will you let me see the play?"</|quote|>Denham asked, and Rodney looked | Denham could not help liking him, partly on that account.<|quote|>"Well,... will you let me see the play?"</|quote|>Denham asked, and Rodney looked immediately appeased, but, nevertheless, he | Rodney, who was tapping the coal nervously with a poker, and quivering almost physically, so Denham thought, with desire to talk about this play of his, and vanity unrequited and urgent. He seemed very much at Denham s mercy, and Denham could not help liking him, partly on that account.<|quote|>"Well,... will you let m... | m only waiting for a holiday to finish it. And it s not bad no, some of it s really rather nice." The question arose in Denham s mind whether he should ask to see this play, as, no doubt, he was expected to do. He looked rather stealthily at Rodney, who was tapping the coal nervously with a poker, and quivering almost ... | day to spend as I liked." "I doubt that," Denham replied. They sat silent, and the smoke from their pipes joined amicably in a blue vapor above their heads. "I could spend three hours every day reading Shakespeare," Rodney remarked. "And there s music and pictures, let alone the society of the people one likes." "You d... | one, for the space of a day or two. The books on his shelves were as orderly as regiments of soldiers, and the backs of them shone like so many bronze beetle-wings; though, if you took one from its place you saw a shabbier volume behind it, since space was limited. An oval Venetian mirror stood above the fireplace, and... | with savages! Are you fond of books? Music? Pictures? D you care at all for first editions? I ve got a few nice things up here, things I pick up cheap, for I can t afford to give what they ask." They had reached a small court of high eighteenth-century houses, in one of which Rodney had his rooms. They climbed a very s... | many personal tastes, guarding them from the rough blasts of the public with scrupulous attention. His papers and his books rose in jagged mounds on table and floor, round which he skirted with nervous care lest his dressing-gown might disarrange them ever so slightly. On a chair stood a stack of photographs of statues... | Night And Day |
Denham asked, and Rodney looked immediately appeased, but, nevertheless, he sat silent for a moment, holding the poker perfectly upright in the air, regarding it with his rather prominent eyes, and opening his lips and shutting them again. | No speaker | let me see the play?"<|quote|>Denham asked, and Rodney looked immediately appeased, but, nevertheless, he sat silent for a moment, holding the poker perfectly upright in the air, regarding it with his rather prominent eyes, and opening his lips and shutting them again.</|quote|>"Do you really care for | that account. "Well,... will you let me see the play?"<|quote|>Denham asked, and Rodney looked immediately appeased, but, nevertheless, he sat silent for a moment, holding the poker perfectly upright in the air, regarding it with his rather prominent eyes, and opening his lips and shutting them again.</|quote|>"Do you ... | a poker, and quivering almost physically, so Denham thought, with desire to talk about this play of his, and vanity unrequited and urgent. He seemed very much at Denham s mercy, and Denham could not help liking him, partly on that account. "Well,... will you let me see the play?"<|quote|>Denham asked, and Rodney looked... | it. And it s not bad no, some of it s really rather nice." The question arose in Denham s mind whether he should ask to see this play, as, no doubt, he was expected to do. He looked rather stealthily at Rodney, who was tapping the coal nervously with a poker, and quivering almost physically, so Denham thought, with des... | that," Denham replied. They sat silent, and the smoke from their pipes joined amicably in a blue vapor above their heads. "I could spend three hours every day reading Shakespeare," Rodney remarked. "And there s music and pictures, let alone the society of the people one likes." "You d be bored to death in a year s time... | two. The books on his shelves were as orderly as regiments of soldiers, and the backs of them shone like so many bronze beetle-wings; though, if you took one from its place you saw a shabbier volume behind it, since space was limited. An oval Venetian mirror stood above the fireplace, and reflected duskily in its spott... | Pictures? D you care at all for first editions? I ve got a few nice things up here, things I pick up cheap, for I can t afford to give what they ask." They had reached a small court of high eighteenth-century houses, in one of which Rodney had his rooms. They climbed a very steep staircase, through whose uncurtained wi... | proprietor, and then prevented himself from smiling. "Tolerable," he muttered. "But I dare say it s just as well that you have to earn your own living." "If you mean that I shouldn t do anything good with leisure if I had it, I dare say you re right. But I should be ten times as happy with my whole day to spend as I li... | Night And Day |
"Do you really care for this kind of thing?" | William Rodney | lips and shutting them again.<|quote|>"Do you really care for this kind of thing?"</|quote|>he asked at length, in | prominent eyes, and opening his lips and shutting them again.<|quote|>"Do you really care for this kind of thing?"</|quote|>he asked at length, in a different tone of voice | partly on that account. "Well,... will you let me see the play?" Denham asked, and Rodney looked immediately appeased, but, nevertheless, he sat silent for a moment, holding the poker perfectly upright in the air, regarding it with his rather prominent eyes, and opening his lips and shutting them again.<|quote|>"Do you... | looked rather stealthily at Rodney, who was tapping the coal nervously with a poker, and quivering almost physically, so Denham thought, with desire to talk about this play of his, and vanity unrequited and urgent. He seemed very much at Denham s mercy, and Denham could not help liking him, partly on that account. "Wel... | let alone the society of the people one likes." "You d be bored to death in a year s time." "Oh, I grant you I should be bored if I did nothing. But I should write plays." "H m!" "I should write plays," he repeated. "I ve written three-quarters of one already, and I m only waiting for a holiday to finish it. And it s n... | it, since space was limited. An oval Venetian mirror stood above the fireplace, and reflected duskily in its spotted depths the faint yellow and crimson of a jarful of tulips which stood among the letters and pipes and cigarettes upon the mantelpiece. A small piano occupied a corner of the room, with the score of "Don ... | court of high eighteenth-century houses, in one of which Rodney had his rooms. They climbed a very steep staircase, through whose uncurtained windows the moonlight fell, illuminating the banisters with their twisted pillars, and the piles of plates set on the window-sills, and jars half-full of milk. Rodney s rooms wer... | bronze beetle-wings; though, if you took one from its place you saw a shabbier volume behind it, since space was limited. An oval Venetian mirror stood above the fireplace, and reflected duskily in its spotted depths the faint yellow and crimson of a jarful of tulips which stood among the letters and pipes and cigarett... | Night And Day |
he asked at length, in a different tone of voice from that in which he had been speaking. And, without waiting for an answer, he went on, rather querulously: | No speaker | for this kind of thing?"<|quote|>he asked at length, in a different tone of voice from that in which he had been speaking. And, without waiting for an answer, he went on, rather querulously:</|quote|>"Very few people care for | again. "Do you really care for this kind of thing?"<|quote|>he asked at length, in a different tone of voice from that in which he had been speaking. And, without waiting for an answer, he went on, rather querulously:</|quote|>"Very few people care for poetry. I dare say it | see the play?" Denham asked, and Rodney looked immediately appeased, but, nevertheless, he sat silent for a moment, holding the poker perfectly upright in the air, regarding it with his rather prominent eyes, and opening his lips and shutting them again. "Do you really care for this kind of thing?"<|quote|>he asked at ... | coal nervously with a poker, and quivering almost physically, so Denham thought, with desire to talk about this play of his, and vanity unrequited and urgent. He seemed very much at Denham s mercy, and Denham could not help liking him, partly on that account. "Well,... will you let me see the play?" Denham asked, and R... | "You d be bored to death in a year s time." "Oh, I grant you I should be bored if I did nothing. But I should write plays." "H m!" "I should write plays," he repeated. "I ve written three-quarters of one already, and I m only waiting for a holiday to finish it. And it s not bad no, some of it s really rather nice." The... | stood above the fireplace, and reflected duskily in its spotted depths the faint yellow and crimson of a jarful of tulips which stood among the letters and pipes and cigarettes upon the mantelpiece. A small piano occupied a corner of the room, with the score of "Don Giovanni" open upon the bracket. "Well, Rodney," said... | Rodney had his rooms. They climbed a very steep staircase, through whose uncurtained windows the moonlight fell, illuminating the banisters with their twisted pillars, and the piles of plates set on the window-sills, and jars half-full of milk. Rodney s rooms were small, but the sitting-room window looked out into a co... | dexterity and grace of a Persian cat, Denham relaxed his critical attitude, and felt more at home with Rodney than he would have done with many men better known to him. Rodney s room was the room of a person who cherishes a great many personal tastes, guarding them from the rough blasts of the public with scrupulous at... | Night And Day |
"Very few people care for poetry. I dare say it bores you." | William Rodney | he went on, rather querulously:<|quote|>"Very few people care for poetry. I dare say it bores you."</|quote|>"Perhaps," Denham remarked. "Well, I | without waiting for an answer, he went on, rather querulously:<|quote|>"Very few people care for poetry. I dare say it bores you."</|quote|>"Perhaps," Denham remarked. "Well, I ll lend it you," Rodney | his rather prominent eyes, and opening his lips and shutting them again. "Do you really care for this kind of thing?" he asked at length, in a different tone of voice from that in which he had been speaking. And, without waiting for an answer, he went on, rather querulously:<|quote|>"Very few people care for poetry. I ... | much at Denham s mercy, and Denham could not help liking him, partly on that account. "Well,... will you let me see the play?" Denham asked, and Rodney looked immediately appeased, but, nevertheless, he sat silent for a moment, holding the poker perfectly upright in the air, regarding it with his rather prominent eyes,... | m!" "I should write plays," he repeated. "I ve written three-quarters of one already, and I m only waiting for a holiday to finish it. And it s not bad no, some of it s really rather nice." The question arose in Denham s mind whether he should ask to see this play, as, no doubt, he was expected to do. He looked rather ... | cigarettes upon the mantelpiece. A small piano occupied a corner of the room, with the score of "Don Giovanni" open upon the bracket. "Well, Rodney," said Denham, as he filled his pipe and looked about him, "this is all very nice and comfortable." Rodney turned his head half round and smiled, with the pride of a propri... | set on the window-sills, and jars half-full of milk. Rodney s rooms were small, but the sitting-room window looked out into a courtyard, with its flagged pavement, and its single tree, and across to the flat red-brick fronts of the opposite houses, which would not have surprised Dr. Johnson, if he had come out of his g... | "If you mean that I shouldn t do anything good with leisure if I had it, I dare say you re right. But I should be ten times as happy with my whole day to spend as I liked." "I doubt that," Denham replied. They sat silent, and the smoke from their pipes joined amicably in a blue vapor above their heads. "I could spend t... | Night And Day |
"Perhaps," | Ralph Denham | dare say it bores you."<|quote|>"Perhaps,"</|quote|>Denham remarked. "Well, I ll | people care for poetry. I dare say it bores you."<|quote|>"Perhaps,"</|quote|>Denham remarked. "Well, I ll lend it you," Rodney announced, | "Do you really care for this kind of thing?" he asked at length, in a different tone of voice from that in which he had been speaking. And, without waiting for an answer, he went on, rather querulously: "Very few people care for poetry. I dare say it bores you."<|quote|>"Perhaps,"</|quote|>Denham remarked. "Well, I ll ... | partly on that account. "Well,... will you let me see the play?" Denham asked, and Rodney looked immediately appeased, but, nevertheless, he sat silent for a moment, holding the poker perfectly upright in the air, regarding it with his rather prominent eyes, and opening his lips and shutting them again. "Do you really ... | one already, and I m only waiting for a holiday to finish it. And it s not bad no, some of it s really rather nice." The question arose in Denham s mind whether he should ask to see this play, as, no doubt, he was expected to do. He looked rather stealthily at Rodney, who was tapping the coal nervously with a poker, an... | room, with the score of "Don Giovanni" open upon the bracket. "Well, Rodney," said Denham, as he filled his pipe and looked about him, "this is all very nice and comfortable." Rodney turned his head half round and smiled, with the pride of a proprietor, and then prevented himself from smiling. "Tolerable," he muttered.... | were small, but the sitting-room window looked out into a courtyard, with its flagged pavement, and its single tree, and across to the flat red-brick fronts of the opposite houses, which would not have surprised Dr. Johnson, if he had come out of his grave for a turn in the moonlight. Rodney lit his lamp, pulled his cu... | society of the people one likes." "You d be bored to death in a year s time." "Oh, I grant you I should be bored if I did nothing. But I should write plays." "H m!" "I should write plays," he repeated. "I ve written three-quarters of one already, and I m only waiting for a holiday to finish it. And it s not bad no, som... | Night And Day |
Denham remarked. | No speaker | say it bores you." "Perhaps,"<|quote|>Denham remarked.</|quote|>"Well, I ll lend it | care for poetry. I dare say it bores you." "Perhaps,"<|quote|>Denham remarked.</|quote|>"Well, I ll lend it you," Rodney announced, putting down | you really care for this kind of thing?" he asked at length, in a different tone of voice from that in which he had been speaking. And, without waiting for an answer, he went on, rather querulously: "Very few people care for poetry. I dare say it bores you." "Perhaps,"<|quote|>Denham remarked.</|quote|>"Well, I ll lend... | on that account. "Well,... will you let me see the play?" Denham asked, and Rodney looked immediately appeased, but, nevertheless, he sat silent for a moment, holding the poker perfectly upright in the air, regarding it with his rather prominent eyes, and opening his lips and shutting them again. "Do you really care fo... | already, and I m only waiting for a holiday to finish it. And it s not bad no, some of it s really rather nice." The question arose in Denham s mind whether he should ask to see this play, as, no doubt, he was expected to do. He looked rather stealthily at Rodney, who was tapping the coal nervously with a poker, and qu... | with the score of "Don Giovanni" open upon the bracket. "Well, Rodney," said Denham, as he filled his pipe and looked about him, "this is all very nice and comfortable." Rodney turned his head half round and smiled, with the pride of a proprietor, and then prevented himself from smiling. "Tolerable," he muttered. "But ... | small, but the sitting-room window looked out into a courtyard, with its flagged pavement, and its single tree, and across to the flat red-brick fronts of the opposite houses, which would not have surprised Dr. Johnson, if he had come out of his grave for a turn in the moonlight. Rodney lit his lamp, pulled his curtain... | was his habit to exhibit, one by one, for the space of a day or two. The books on his shelves were as orderly as regiments of soldiers, and the backs of them shone like so many bronze beetle-wings; though, if you took one from its place you saw a shabbier volume behind it, since space was limited. An oval Venetian mirr... | Night And Day |
"Well, I ll lend it you," | William Rodney | bores you." "Perhaps," Denham remarked.<|quote|>"Well, I ll lend it you,"</|quote|>Rodney announced, putting down the | poetry. I dare say it bores you." "Perhaps," Denham remarked.<|quote|>"Well, I ll lend it you,"</|quote|>Rodney announced, putting down the poker. As he moved to | care for this kind of thing?" he asked at length, in a different tone of voice from that in which he had been speaking. And, without waiting for an answer, he went on, rather querulously: "Very few people care for poetry. I dare say it bores you." "Perhaps," Denham remarked.<|quote|>"Well, I ll lend it you,"</|quote|>R... | account. "Well,... will you let me see the play?" Denham asked, and Rodney looked immediately appeased, but, nevertheless, he sat silent for a moment, holding the poker perfectly upright in the air, regarding it with his rather prominent eyes, and opening his lips and shutting them again. "Do you really care for this k... | I m only waiting for a holiday to finish it. And it s not bad no, some of it s really rather nice." The question arose in Denham s mind whether he should ask to see this play, as, no doubt, he was expected to do. He looked rather stealthily at Rodney, who was tapping the coal nervously with a poker, and quivering almos... | score of "Don Giovanni" open upon the bracket. "Well, Rodney," said Denham, as he filled his pipe and looked about him, "this is all very nice and comfortable." Rodney turned his head half round and smiled, with the pride of a proprietor, and then prevented himself from smiling. "Tolerable," he muttered. "But I dare sa... | the sitting-room window looked out into a courtyard, with its flagged pavement, and its single tree, and across to the flat red-brick fronts of the opposite houses, which would not have surprised Dr. Johnson, if he had come out of his grave for a turn in the moonlight. Rodney lit his lamp, pulled his curtains, offered ... | doubt that," Denham replied. They sat silent, and the smoke from their pipes joined amicably in a blue vapor above their heads. "I could spend three hours every day reading Shakespeare," Rodney remarked. "And there s music and pictures, let alone the society of the people one likes." "You d be bored to death in a year ... | Night And Day |
Rodney announced, putting down the poker. As he moved to fetch the play, Denham stretched a hand to the bookcase beside him, and took down the first volume which his fingers touched. It happened to be a small and very lovely edition of Sir Thomas Browne, containing the "Urn Burial," the "Hydriotaphia," and the "Garden ... | No speaker | I ll lend it you,"<|quote|>Rodney announced, putting down the poker. As he moved to fetch the play, Denham stretched a hand to the bookcase beside him, and took down the first volume which his fingers touched. It happened to be a small and very lovely edition of Sir Thomas Browne, containing the "Urn Burial," the "Hydr... | you." "Perhaps," Denham remarked. "Well, I ll lend it you,"<|quote|>Rodney announced, putting down the poker. As he moved to fetch the play, Denham stretched a hand to the bookcase beside him, and took down the first volume which his fingers touched. It happened to be a small and very lovely edition of Sir Thomas Brown... | he asked at length, in a different tone of voice from that in which he had been speaking. And, without waiting for an answer, he went on, rather querulously: "Very few people care for poetry. I dare say it bores you." "Perhaps," Denham remarked. "Well, I ll lend it you,"<|quote|>Rodney announced, putting down the poker... | see the play?" Denham asked, and Rodney looked immediately appeased, but, nevertheless, he sat silent for a moment, holding the poker perfectly upright in the air, regarding it with his rather prominent eyes, and opening his lips and shutting them again. "Do you really care for this kind of thing?" he asked at length, ... | holiday to finish it. And it s not bad no, some of it s really rather nice." The question arose in Denham s mind whether he should ask to see this play, as, no doubt, he was expected to do. He looked rather stealthily at Rodney, who was tapping the coal nervously with a poker, and quivering almost physically, so Denham... | the bracket. "Well, Rodney," said Denham, as he filled his pipe and looked about him, "this is all very nice and comfortable." Rodney turned his head half round and smiled, with the pride of a proprietor, and then prevented himself from smiling. "Tolerable," he muttered. "But I dare say it s just as well that you have ... | a courtyard, with its flagged pavement, and its single tree, and across to the flat red-brick fronts of the opposite houses, which would not have surprised Dr. Johnson, if he had come out of his grave for a turn in the moonlight. Rodney lit his lamp, pulled his curtains, offered Denham a chair, and, flinging the manusc... | the room of a person who cherishes a great many personal tastes, guarding them from the rough blasts of the public with scrupulous attention. His papers and his books rose in jagged mounds on table and floor, round which he skirted with nervous care lest his dressing-gown might disarrange them ever so slightly. On a ch... | Night And Day |
"I shall look in again some time," | Ralph Denham | his toes within the fender.<|quote|>"I shall look in again some time,"</|quote|>Denham remarked, upon which Rodney | back in his chair, with his toes within the fender.<|quote|>"I shall look in again some time,"</|quote|>Denham remarked, upon which Rodney held up his hand, containing | shut the book, and stood, with his back to the fireplace, occasionally making an inarticulate humming sound which seemed to refer to Sir Thomas Browne. He put his hat on his head, and stood over Rodney, who still lay stretched back in his chair, with his toes within the fender.<|quote|>"I shall look in again some time,... | for some time, continued to read. Rodney resumed his seat, with his manuscript on his knee, and from time to time he glanced at Denham, and then joined his finger-tips and crossed his thin legs over the fender, as if he experienced a good deal of pleasure. At length Denham shut the book, and stood, with his back to the... | went on, rather querulously: "Very few people care for poetry. I dare say it bores you." "Perhaps," Denham remarked. "Well, I ll lend it you," Rodney announced, putting down the poker. As he moved to fetch the play, Denham stretched a hand to the bookcase beside him, and took down the first volume which his fingers tou... | should write plays." "H m!" "I should write plays," he repeated. "I ve written three-quarters of one already, and I m only waiting for a holiday to finish it. And it s not bad no, some of it s really rather nice." The question arose in Denham s mind whether he should ask to see this play, as, no doubt, he was expected ... | make his visitor comfortable, and moving about with something of the dexterity and grace of a Persian cat, Denham relaxed his critical attitude, and felt more at home with Rodney than he would have done with many men better known to him. Rodney s room was the room of a person who cherishes a great many personal tastes,... | as well that you have to earn your own living." "If you mean that I shouldn t do anything good with leisure if I had it, I dare say you re right. But I should be ten times as happy with my whole day to spend as I liked." "I doubt that," Denham replied. They sat silent, and the smoke from their pipes joined amicably in ... | Night And Day |
Denham remarked, upon which Rodney held up his hand, containing his manuscript, without saying anything except | No speaker | look in again some time,"<|quote|>Denham remarked, upon which Rodney held up his hand, containing his manuscript, without saying anything except</|quote|>"If you like." Denham took | within the fender. "I shall look in again some time,"<|quote|>Denham remarked, upon which Rodney held up his hand, containing his manuscript, without saying anything except</|quote|>"If you like." Denham took the manuscript and went. Two | back to the fireplace, occasionally making an inarticulate humming sound which seemed to refer to Sir Thomas Browne. He put his hat on his head, and stood over Rodney, who still lay stretched back in his chair, with his toes within the fender. "I shall look in again some time,"<|quote|>Denham remarked, upon which Rodne... | resumed his seat, with his manuscript on his knee, and from time to time he glanced at Denham, and then joined his finger-tips and crossed his thin legs over the fender, as if he experienced a good deal of pleasure. At length Denham shut the book, and stood, with his back to the fireplace, occasionally making an inarti... | care for poetry. I dare say it bores you." "Perhaps," Denham remarked. "Well, I ll lend it you," Rodney announced, putting down the poker. As he moved to fetch the play, Denham stretched a hand to the bookcase beside him, and took down the first volume which his fingers touched. It happened to be a small and very lovel... | write plays," he repeated. "I ve written three-quarters of one already, and I m only waiting for a holiday to finish it. And it s not bad no, some of it s really rather nice." The question arose in Denham s mind whether he should ask to see this play, as, no doubt, he was expected to do. He looked rather stealthily at ... | with something of the dexterity and grace of a Persian cat, Denham relaxed his critical attitude, and felt more at home with Rodney than he would have done with many men better known to him. Rodney s room was the room of a person who cherishes a great many personal tastes, guarding them from the rough blasts of the pub... | then prevented himself from smiling. "Tolerable," he muttered. "But I dare say it s just as well that you have to earn your own living." "If you mean that I shouldn t do anything good with leisure if I had it, I dare say you re right. But I should be ten times as happy with my whole day to spend as I liked." "I doubt t... | Night And Day |
"If you like." | William Rodney | manuscript, without saying anything except<|quote|>"If you like."</|quote|>Denham took the manuscript and | up his hand, containing his manuscript, without saying anything except<|quote|>"If you like."</|quote|>Denham took the manuscript and went. Two days later he | Thomas Browne. He put his hat on his head, and stood over Rodney, who still lay stretched back in his chair, with his toes within the fender. "I shall look in again some time," Denham remarked, upon which Rodney held up his hand, containing his manuscript, without saying anything except<|quote|>"If you like."</|quote|>... | at Denham, and then joined his finger-tips and crossed his thin legs over the fender, as if he experienced a good deal of pleasure. At length Denham shut the book, and stood, with his back to the fireplace, occasionally making an inarticulate humming sound which seemed to refer to Sir Thomas Browne. He put his hat on h... | it you," Rodney announced, putting down the poker. As he moved to fetch the play, Denham stretched a hand to the bookcase beside him, and took down the first volume which his fingers touched. It happened to be a small and very lovely edition of Sir Thomas Browne, containing the "Urn Burial," the "Hydriotaphia," and the... | for a holiday to finish it. And it s not bad no, some of it s really rather nice." The question arose in Denham s mind whether he should ask to see this play, as, no doubt, he was expected to do. He looked rather stealthily at Rodney, who was tapping the coal nervously with a poker, and quivering almost physically, so ... | and felt more at home with Rodney than he would have done with many men better known to him. Rodney s room was the room of a person who cherishes a great many personal tastes, guarding them from the rough blasts of the public with scrupulous attention. His papers and his books rose in jagged mounds on table and floor, ... | I liked." "I doubt that," Denham replied. They sat silent, and the smoke from their pipes joined amicably in a blue vapor above their heads. "I could spend three hours every day reading Shakespeare," Rodney remarked. "And there s music and pictures, let alone the society of the people one likes." "You d be bored to dea... | Night And Day |
Denham took the manuscript and went. Two days later he was much surprised to find a thin parcel on his breakfast-plate, which, on being opened, revealed the very copy of Sir Thomas Browne which he had studied so intently in Rodney s rooms. From sheer laziness he returned no thanks, but he thought of Rodney from time to... | No speaker | anything except "If you like."<|quote|>Denham took the manuscript and went. Two days later he was much surprised to find a thin parcel on his breakfast-plate, which, on being opened, revealed the very copy of Sir Thomas Browne which he had studied so intently in Rodney s rooms. From sheer laziness he returned no thanks... | containing his manuscript, without saying anything except "If you like."<|quote|>Denham took the manuscript and went. Two days later he was much surprised to find a thin parcel on his breakfast-plate, which, on being opened, revealed the very copy of Sir Thomas Browne which he had studied so intently in Rodney s rooms.... | put his hat on his head, and stood over Rodney, who still lay stretched back in his chair, with his toes within the fender. "I shall look in again some time," Denham remarked, upon which Rodney held up his hand, containing his manuscript, without saying anything except "If you like."<|quote|>Denham took the manuscript ... | then joined his finger-tips and crossed his thin legs over the fender, as if he experienced a good deal of pleasure. At length Denham shut the book, and stood, with his back to the fireplace, occasionally making an inarticulate humming sound which seemed to refer to Sir Thomas Browne. He put his hat on his head, and st... | announced, putting down the poker. As he moved to fetch the play, Denham stretched a hand to the bookcase beside him, and took down the first volume which his fingers touched. It happened to be a small and very lovely edition of Sir Thomas Browne, containing the "Urn Burial," the "Hydriotaphia," and the "Garden of Cyru... | to finish it. And it s not bad no, some of it s really rather nice." The question arose in Denham s mind whether he should ask to see this play, as, no doubt, he was expected to do. He looked rather stealthily at Rodney, who was tapping the coal nervously with a poker, and quivering almost physically, so Denham thought... | at home with Rodney than he would have done with many men better known to him. Rodney s room was the room of a person who cherishes a great many personal tastes, guarding them from the rough blasts of the public with scrupulous attention. His papers and his books rose in jagged mounds on table and floor, round which he... | the coal nervously with a poker, and quivering almost physically, so Denham thought, with desire to talk about this play of his, and vanity unrequited and urgent. He seemed very much at Denham s mercy, and Denham could not help liking him, partly on that account. "Well,... will you let me see the play?" Denham asked, a... | Night And Day |
"The bare branches against the sky do one so much _good_," | Mrs. Seal | swimming in a pewter dish.<|quote|>"The bare branches against the sky do one so much _good_,"</|quote|>Mrs. Seal asserted, looking out | a roast section of fowl, swimming in a pewter dish.<|quote|>"The bare branches against the sky do one so much _good_,"</|quote|>Mrs. Seal asserted, looking out into the Square. "But one | brought sandwiches, which she ate beneath the plane-trees in Russell Square; while Mary generally went to a gaudy establishment, upholstered in red plush, near by, where, much to the vegetarian s disapproval, you could buy steak, two inches thick, or a roast section of fowl, swimming in a pewter dish.<|quote|>"The bare... | been heated by three hours of application. Shortly before one o clock Mr. Clacton and Mrs. Seal desisted from their labors, and the old joke about luncheon, which came out regularly at this hour, was repeated with scarcely any variation of words. Mr. Clacton patronized a vegetarian restaurant; Mrs. Seal brought sandwic... | and her worship of Miss Markham, one of the pioneers of the society, kept her in her place, for which she had no sound qualification. So the morning wore on, and the pile of letters grew, and Mary felt, at last, that she was the center ganglion of a very fine network of nerves which fell over England, and one of these ... | intervened between her and success. The door would open, and Mr. Clacton would come in to search for a certain leaflet buried beneath a pyramid of leaflets. He was a thin, sandy-haired man of about thirty-five, spoke with a Cockney accent, and had about him a frugal look, as if nature had not dealt generously with him ... | s life with all sorts of views and experiments? Thus she always gave herself a little shake, as she turned the corner, and, as often as not, reached her own door whistling a snatch of a Somersetshire ballad. The suffrage office was at the top of one of the large Russell Square houses, which had once been lived in by a ... | and a face that seemed permanently flushed with philanthropic enthusiasm, she was always in a hurry, and always in some disorder. She wore two crucifixes, which got themselves entangled in a heavy gold chain upon her breast, and seemed to Mary expressive of her mental ambiguity. Only her vast enthusiasm and her worship... | Night And Day |
Mrs. Seal asserted, looking out into the Square. | No speaker | do one so much _good_,"<|quote|>Mrs. Seal asserted, looking out into the Square.</|quote|>"But one can t lunch | bare branches against the sky do one so much _good_,"<|quote|>Mrs. Seal asserted, looking out into the Square.</|quote|>"But one can t lunch off trees, Sally," said Mary. | while Mary generally went to a gaudy establishment, upholstered in red plush, near by, where, much to the vegetarian s disapproval, you could buy steak, two inches thick, or a roast section of fowl, swimming in a pewter dish. "The bare branches against the sky do one so much _good_,"<|quote|>Mrs. Seal asserted, looking... | clock Mr. Clacton and Mrs. Seal desisted from their labors, and the old joke about luncheon, which came out regularly at this hour, was repeated with scarcely any variation of words. Mr. Clacton patronized a vegetarian restaurant; Mrs. Seal brought sandwiches, which she ate beneath the plane-trees in Russell Square; wh... | the society, kept her in her place, for which she had no sound qualification. So the morning wore on, and the pile of letters grew, and Mary felt, at last, that she was the center ganglion of a very fine network of nerves which fell over England, and one of these days, when she touched the heart of the system, would be... | Clacton would come in to search for a certain leaflet buried beneath a pyramid of leaflets. He was a thin, sandy-haired man of about thirty-five, spoke with a Cockney accent, and had about him a frugal look, as if nature had not dealt generously with him in any way, which, naturally, prevented him from dealing generous... | always gave herself a little shake, as she turned the corner, and, as often as not, reached her own door whistling a snatch of a Somersetshire ballad. The suffrage office was at the top of one of the large Russell Square houses, which had once been lived in by a great city merchant and his family, and was now let out i... | one of which was clearly stated. Dressed in plum-colored velveteen, with short, gray hair, and a face that seemed permanently flushed with philanthropic enthusiasm, she was always in a hurry, and always in some disorder. She wore two crucifixes, which got themselves entangled in a heavy gold chain upon her breast, and ... | Night And Day |
"But one can t lunch off trees, Sally," | Mary Datchet | looking out into the Square.<|quote|>"But one can t lunch off trees, Sally,"</|quote|>said Mary. "I confess I | much _good_," Mrs. Seal asserted, looking out into the Square.<|quote|>"But one can t lunch off trees, Sally,"</|quote|>said Mary. "I confess I don t know how you | upholstered in red plush, near by, where, much to the vegetarian s disapproval, you could buy steak, two inches thick, or a roast section of fowl, swimming in a pewter dish. "The bare branches against the sky do one so much _good_," Mrs. Seal asserted, looking out into the Square.<|quote|>"But one can t lunch off trees... | their labors, and the old joke about luncheon, which came out regularly at this hour, was repeated with scarcely any variation of words. Mr. Clacton patronized a vegetarian restaurant; Mrs. Seal brought sandwiches, which she ate beneath the plane-trees in Russell Square; while Mary generally went to a gaudy establishme... | which she had no sound qualification. So the morning wore on, and the pile of letters grew, and Mary felt, at last, that she was the center ganglion of a very fine network of nerves which fell over England, and one of these days, when she touched the heart of the system, would begin feeling and rushing together and emi... | certain leaflet buried beneath a pyramid of leaflets. He was a thin, sandy-haired man of about thirty-five, spoke with a Cockney accent, and had about him a frugal look, as if nature had not dealt generously with him in any way, which, naturally, prevented him from dealing generously with other people. When he had foun... | turned the corner, and, as often as not, reached her own door whistling a snatch of a Somersetshire ballad. The suffrage office was at the top of one of the large Russell Square houses, which had once been lived in by a great city merchant and his family, and was now let out in slices to a number of societies which dis... | This was a more serious interruption than the other, because she never knew exactly what she wanted, and half a dozen requests would bolt from her, no one of which was clearly stated. Dressed in plum-colored velveteen, with short, gray hair, and a face that seemed permanently flushed with philanthropic enthusiasm, she ... | Night And Day |
said Mary. | No speaker | t lunch off trees, Sally,"<|quote|>said Mary.</|quote|>"I confess I don t | the Square. "But one can t lunch off trees, Sally,"<|quote|>said Mary.</|quote|>"I confess I don t know how you manage it, | to the vegetarian s disapproval, you could buy steak, two inches thick, or a roast section of fowl, swimming in a pewter dish. "The bare branches against the sky do one so much _good_," Mrs. Seal asserted, looking out into the Square. "But one can t lunch off trees, Sally,"<|quote|>said Mary.</|quote|>"I confess I don ... | which came out regularly at this hour, was repeated with scarcely any variation of words. Mr. Clacton patronized a vegetarian restaurant; Mrs. Seal brought sandwiches, which she ate beneath the plane-trees in Russell Square; while Mary generally went to a gaudy establishment, upholstered in red plush, near by, where, m... | morning wore on, and the pile of letters grew, and Mary felt, at last, that she was the center ganglion of a very fine network of nerves which fell over England, and one of these days, when she touched the heart of the system, would begin feeling and rushing together and emitting their splendid blaze of revolutionary f... | He was a thin, sandy-haired man of about thirty-five, spoke with a Cockney accent, and had about him a frugal look, as if nature had not dealt generously with him in any way, which, naturally, prevented him from dealing generously with other people. When he had found his leaflet, and offered a few jocular hints upon ke... | reached her own door whistling a snatch of a Somersetshire ballad. The suffrage office was at the top of one of the large Russell Square houses, which had once been lived in by a great city merchant and his family, and was now let out in slices to a number of societies which displayed assorted initials upon doors of gr... | no one of which was clearly stated. Dressed in plum-colored velveteen, with short, gray hair, and a face that seemed permanently flushed with philanthropic enthusiasm, she was always in a hurry, and always in some disorder. She wore two crucifixes, which got themselves entangled in a heavy gold chain upon her breast, a... | Night And Day |
"I confess I don t know how you manage it, Miss Datchet," | Mr. Clacton | off trees, Sally," said Mary.<|quote|>"I confess I don t know how you manage it, Miss Datchet,"</|quote|>Mr. Clacton remarked. "I should | "But one can t lunch off trees, Sally," said Mary.<|quote|>"I confess I don t know how you manage it, Miss Datchet,"</|quote|>Mr. Clacton remarked. "I should sleep all the afternoon, I | vegetarian s disapproval, you could buy steak, two inches thick, or a roast section of fowl, swimming in a pewter dish. "The bare branches against the sky do one so much _good_," Mrs. Seal asserted, looking out into the Square. "But one can t lunch off trees, Sally," said Mary.<|quote|>"I confess I don t know how you m... | out regularly at this hour, was repeated with scarcely any variation of words. Mr. Clacton patronized a vegetarian restaurant; Mrs. Seal brought sandwiches, which she ate beneath the plane-trees in Russell Square; while Mary generally went to a gaudy establishment, upholstered in red plush, near by, where, much to the ... | on, and the pile of letters grew, and Mary felt, at last, that she was the center ganglion of a very fine network of nerves which fell over England, and one of these days, when she touched the heart of the system, would begin feeling and rushing together and emitting their splendid blaze of revolutionary fireworks for ... | a thin, sandy-haired man of about thirty-five, spoke with a Cockney accent, and had about him a frugal look, as if nature had not dealt generously with him in any way, which, naturally, prevented him from dealing generously with other people. When he had found his leaflet, and offered a few jocular hints upon keeping p... | own door whistling a snatch of a Somersetshire ballad. The suffrage office was at the top of one of the large Russell Square houses, which had once been lived in by a great city merchant and his family, and was now let out in slices to a number of societies which displayed assorted initials upon doors of ground glass, ... | the details that intervened between her and success. The door would open, and Mr. Clacton would come in to search for a certain leaflet buried beneath a pyramid of leaflets. He was a thin, sandy-haired man of about thirty-five, spoke with a Cockney accent, and had about him a frugal look, as if nature had not dealt gen... | Night And Day |
Mr. Clacton remarked. | No speaker | you manage it, Miss Datchet,"<|quote|>Mr. Clacton remarked.</|quote|>"I should sleep all the | I don t know how you manage it, Miss Datchet,"<|quote|>Mr. Clacton remarked.</|quote|>"I should sleep all the afternoon, I know, if I | roast section of fowl, swimming in a pewter dish. "The bare branches against the sky do one so much _good_," Mrs. Seal asserted, looking out into the Square. "But one can t lunch off trees, Sally," said Mary. "I confess I don t know how you manage it, Miss Datchet,"<|quote|>Mr. Clacton remarked.</|quote|>"I should slee... | words. Mr. Clacton patronized a vegetarian restaurant; Mrs. Seal brought sandwiches, which she ate beneath the plane-trees in Russell Square; while Mary generally went to a gaudy establishment, upholstered in red plush, near by, where, much to the vegetarian s disapproval, you could buy steak, two inches thick, or a ro... | that she was the center ganglion of a very fine network of nerves which fell over England, and one of these days, when she touched the heart of the system, would begin feeling and rushing together and emitting their splendid blaze of revolutionary fireworks for some such metaphor represents what she felt about her work... | and had about him a frugal look, as if nature had not dealt generously with him in any way, which, naturally, prevented him from dealing generously with other people. When he had found his leaflet, and offered a few jocular hints upon keeping papers in order, the typewriting would stop abruptly, and Mrs. Seal would bur... | was at the top of one of the large Russell Square houses, which had once been lived in by a great city merchant and his family, and was now let out in slices to a number of societies which displayed assorted initials upon doors of ground glass, and kept, each of them, a typewriter which clicked busily all day long. The... | so strongly in one direction that any thought of a different order could hardly have survived its birth more than a moment or so. The task which lay before her was to organize a series of entertainments, the profits of which were to benefit the society, which drooped for want of funds. It was her first attempt at organ... | Night And Day |
"I should sleep all the afternoon, I know, if I took a heavy meal in the middle of the day." | Mr. Clacton | Miss Datchet," Mr. Clacton remarked.<|quote|>"I should sleep all the afternoon, I know, if I took a heavy meal in the middle of the day."</|quote|>"What s the very latest | know how you manage it, Miss Datchet," Mr. Clacton remarked.<|quote|>"I should sleep all the afternoon, I know, if I took a heavy meal in the middle of the day."</|quote|>"What s the very latest thing in literature?" Mary asked, | fowl, swimming in a pewter dish. "The bare branches against the sky do one so much _good_," Mrs. Seal asserted, looking out into the Square. "But one can t lunch off trees, Sally," said Mary. "I confess I don t know how you manage it, Miss Datchet," Mr. Clacton remarked.<|quote|>"I should sleep all the afternoon, I kno... | patronized a vegetarian restaurant; Mrs. Seal brought sandwiches, which she ate beneath the plane-trees in Russell Square; while Mary generally went to a gaudy establishment, upholstered in red plush, near by, where, much to the vegetarian s disapproval, you could buy steak, two inches thick, or a roast section of fowl... | the center ganglion of a very fine network of nerves which fell over England, and one of these days, when she touched the heart of the system, would begin feeling and rushing together and emitting their splendid blaze of revolutionary fireworks for some such metaphor represents what she felt about her work, when her br... | him a frugal look, as if nature had not dealt generously with him in any way, which, naturally, prevented him from dealing generously with other people. When he had found his leaflet, and offered a few jocular hints upon keeping papers in order, the typewriting would stop abruptly, and Mrs. Seal would burst into the ro... | top of one of the large Russell Square houses, which had once been lived in by a great city merchant and his family, and was now let out in slices to a number of societies which displayed assorted initials upon doors of ground glass, and kept, each of them, a typewriter which clicked busily all day long. The old house,... | in her hand. This was a more serious interruption than the other, because she never knew exactly what she wanted, and half a dozen requests would bolt from her, no one of which was clearly stated. Dressed in plum-colored velveteen, with short, gray hair, and a face that seemed permanently flushed with philanthropic ent... | Night And Day |
"What s the very latest thing in literature?" | Mary Datchet | the middle of the day."<|quote|>"What s the very latest thing in literature?"</|quote|>Mary asked, good-humoredly pointing to | took a heavy meal in the middle of the day."<|quote|>"What s the very latest thing in literature?"</|quote|>Mary asked, good-humoredly pointing to the yellow-covered volume beneath Mr. | looking out into the Square. "But one can t lunch off trees, Sally," said Mary. "I confess I don t know how you manage it, Miss Datchet," Mr. Clacton remarked. "I should sleep all the afternoon, I know, if I took a heavy meal in the middle of the day."<|quote|>"What s the very latest thing in literature?"</|quote|>Mary... | went to a gaudy establishment, upholstered in red plush, near by, where, much to the vegetarian s disapproval, you could buy steak, two inches thick, or a roast section of fowl, swimming in a pewter dish. "The bare branches against the sky do one so much _good_," Mrs. Seal asserted, looking out into the Square. "But on... | she touched the heart of the system, would begin feeling and rushing together and emitting their splendid blaze of revolutionary fireworks for some such metaphor represents what she felt about her work, when her brain had been heated by three hours of application. Shortly before one o clock Mr. Clacton and Mrs. Seal de... | from dealing generously with other people. When he had found his leaflet, and offered a few jocular hints upon keeping papers in order, the typewriting would stop abruptly, and Mrs. Seal would burst into the room with a letter which needed explanation in her hand. This was a more serious interruption than the other, be... | and his family, and was now let out in slices to a number of societies which displayed assorted initials upon doors of ground glass, and kept, each of them, a typewriter which clicked busily all day long. The old house, with its great stone staircase, echoed hollowly to the sound of typewriters and of errand-boys from ... | whole; and in contemplation of it she would become quite flushed and excited, and have to remind herself of all the details that intervened between her and success. The door would open, and Mr. Clacton would come in to search for a certain leaflet buried beneath a pyramid of leaflets. He was a thin, sandy-haired man of... | Night And Day |
Mary asked, good-humoredly pointing to the yellow-covered volume beneath Mr. Clacton s arm, for he invariably read some new French author at lunch-time, or squeezed in a visit to a picture gallery, balancing his social work with an ardent culture of which he was secretly proud, as Mary had very soon divined. So they pa... | No speaker | very latest thing in literature?"<|quote|>Mary asked, good-humoredly pointing to the yellow-covered volume beneath Mr. Clacton s arm, for he invariably read some new French author at lunch-time, or squeezed in a visit to a picture gallery, balancing his social work with an ardent culture of which he was secretly proud,... | the day." "What s the very latest thing in literature?"<|quote|>Mary asked, good-humoredly pointing to the yellow-covered volume beneath Mr. Clacton s arm, for he invariably read some new French author at lunch-time, or squeezed in a visit to a picture gallery, balancing his social work with an ardent culture of which ... | t lunch off trees, Sally," said Mary. "I confess I don t know how you manage it, Miss Datchet," Mr. Clacton remarked. "I should sleep all the afternoon, I know, if I took a heavy meal in the middle of the day." "What s the very latest thing in literature?"<|quote|>Mary asked, good-humoredly pointing to the yellow-cover... | plush, near by, where, much to the vegetarian s disapproval, you could buy steak, two inches thick, or a roast section of fowl, swimming in a pewter dish. "The bare branches against the sky do one so much _good_," Mrs. Seal asserted, looking out into the Square. "But one can t lunch off trees, Sally," said Mary. "I con... | begin feeling and rushing together and emitting their splendid blaze of revolutionary fireworks for some such metaphor represents what she felt about her work, when her brain had been heated by three hours of application. Shortly before one o clock Mr. Clacton and Mrs. Seal desisted from their labors, and the old joke ... | had found his leaflet, and offered a few jocular hints upon keeping papers in order, the typewriting would stop abruptly, and Mrs. Seal would burst into the room with a letter which needed explanation in her hand. This was a more serious interruption than the other, because she never knew exactly what she wanted, and h... | in slices to a number of societies which displayed assorted initials upon doors of ground glass, and kept, each of them, a typewriter which clicked busily all day long. The old house, with its great stone staircase, echoed hollowly to the sound of typewriters and of errand-boys from ten to six. The noise of different t... | which, naturally, prevented him from dealing generously with other people. When he had found his leaflet, and offered a few jocular hints upon keeping papers in order, the typewriting would stop abruptly, and Mrs. Seal would burst into the room with a letter which needed explanation in her hand. This was a more serious... | Night And Day |
"Eleanor, come and sit by me," | Mary Datchet | in, and she called out,<|quote|>"Eleanor, come and sit by me,"</|quote|>and they finished their lunch | woman whom she knew came in, and she called out,<|quote|>"Eleanor, come and sit by me,"</|quote|>and they finished their lunch together, parting on the strip | that degree of subtlety. She bought herself an evening paper, which she read as she ate, looking over the top of it again and again at the queer people who were buying cakes or imparting their secrets, until some young woman whom she knew came in, and she called out,<|quote|>"Eleanor, come and sit by me,"</|quote|>and ... | picture gallery, balancing his social work with an ardent culture of which he was secretly proud, as Mary had very soon divined. So they parted and Mary walked away, wondering if they guessed that she really wanted to get away from them, and supposing that they had not quite reached that degree of subtlety. She bought ... | branches against the sky do one so much _good_," Mrs. Seal asserted, looking out into the Square. "But one can t lunch off trees, Sally," said Mary. "I confess I don t know how you manage it, Miss Datchet," Mr. Clacton remarked. "I should sleep all the afternoon, I know, if I took a heavy meal in the middle of the day.... | worship of Miss Markham, one of the pioneers of the society, kept her in her place, for which she had no sound qualification. So the morning wore on, and the pile of letters grew, and Mary felt, at last, that she was the center ganglion of a very fine network of nerves which fell over England, and one of these days, wh... | and the two lines drew themselves between her eyebrows, as the contents of the letters, the office furniture, and the sounds of activity in the next room gradually asserted their sway upon her. By eleven o clock the atmosphere of concentration was running so strongly in one direction that any thought of a different ord... | not dealt generously with him in any way, which, naturally, prevented him from dealing generously with other people. When he had found his leaflet, and offered a few jocular hints upon keeping papers in order, the typewriting would stop abruptly, and Mrs. Seal would burst into the room with a letter which needed explan... | Night And Day |
and they finished their lunch together, parting on the strip of pavement among the different lines of traffic with a pleasant feeling that they were stepping once more into their separate places in the great and eternally moving pattern of human life. But, instead of going straight back to the office to-day, Mary turne... | No speaker | come and sit by me,"<|quote|>and they finished their lunch together, parting on the strip of pavement among the different lines of traffic with a pleasant feeling that they were stepping once more into their separate places in the great and eternally moving pattern of human life. But, instead of going straight back to ... | and she called out, "Eleanor, come and sit by me,"<|quote|>and they finished their lunch together, parting on the strip of pavement among the different lines of traffic with a pleasant feeling that they were stepping once more into their separate places in the great and eternally moving pattern of human life. But, inst... | herself an evening paper, which she read as she ate, looking over the top of it again and again at the queer people who were buying cakes or imparting their secrets, until some young woman whom she knew came in, and she called out, "Eleanor, come and sit by me,"<|quote|>and they finished their lunch together, parting o... | with an ardent culture of which he was secretly proud, as Mary had very soon divined. So they parted and Mary walked away, wondering if they guessed that she really wanted to get away from them, and supposing that they had not quite reached that degree of subtlety. She bought herself an evening paper, which she read as... | so much _good_," Mrs. Seal asserted, looking out into the Square. "But one can t lunch off trees, Sally," said Mary. "I confess I don t know how you manage it, Miss Datchet," Mr. Clacton remarked. "I should sleep all the afternoon, I know, if I took a heavy meal in the middle of the day." "What s the very latest thing ... | the pioneers of the society, kept her in her place, for which she had no sound qualification. So the morning wore on, and the pile of letters grew, and Mary felt, at last, that she was the center ganglion of a very fine network of nerves which fell over England, and one of these days, when she touched the heart of the ... | between her eyebrows, as the contents of the letters, the office furniture, and the sounds of activity in the next room gradually asserted their sway upon her. By eleven o clock the atmosphere of concentration was running so strongly in one direction that any thought of a different order could hardly have survived its ... | beneath the plane-trees in Russell Square; while Mary generally went to a gaudy establishment, upholstered in red plush, near by, where, much to the vegetarian s disapproval, you could buy steak, two inches thick, or a roast section of fowl, swimming in a pewter dish. "The bare branches against the sky do one so much _... | Night And Day |
"For," | Mary Datchet | were couchant in the sand.<|quote|>"For,"</|quote|>she thought to herself, as | a land where these monsters were couchant in the sand.<|quote|>"For,"</|quote|>she thought to herself, as she gazed fixedly at some | and rose and wandered about rather aimlessly among the statues until she found herself in another gallery devoted to engraved obelisks and winged Assyrian bulls, and her emotion took another turn. She began to picture herself traveling with Ralph in a land where these monsters were couchant in the sand.<|quote|>"For,"<... | aloud. The presence of this immense and enduring beauty made her almost alarmingly conscious of her desire, and at the same time proud of a feeling which did not display anything like the same proportions when she was going about her daily work. She repressed her impulse to speak aloud, and rose and wandered about rath... | up on some wave of exaltation and emotion, by which her life at once became solemn and beautiful an impression which was due as much, perhaps, to the solitude and chill and silence of the gallery as to the actual beauty of the statues. One must suppose, at least, that her emotions were not purely esthetic, because, aft... | visit to a picture gallery, balancing his social work with an ardent culture of which he was secretly proud, as Mary had very soon divined. So they parted and Mary walked away, wondering if they guessed that she really wanted to get away from them, and supposing that they had not quite reached that degree of subtlety. ... | room with a letter which needed explanation in her hand. This was a more serious interruption than the other, because she never knew exactly what she wanted, and half a dozen requests would bolt from her, no one of which was clearly stated. Dressed in plum-colored velveteen, with short, gray hair, and a face that seeme... | vegetarian restaurant; Mrs. Seal brought sandwiches, which she ate beneath the plane-trees in Russell Square; while Mary generally went to a gaudy establishment, upholstered in red plush, near by, where, much to the vegetarian s disapproval, you could buy steak, two inches thick, or a roast section of fowl, swimming in... | Night And Day |
she thought to herself, as she gazed fixedly at some information printed behind a piece of glass, | No speaker | couchant in the sand. "For,"<|quote|>she thought to herself, as she gazed fixedly at some information printed behind a piece of glass,</|quote|>"the wonderful thing about you | land where these monsters were couchant in the sand. "For,"<|quote|>she thought to herself, as she gazed fixedly at some information printed behind a piece of glass,</|quote|>"the wonderful thing about you is that you re ready | rose and wandered about rather aimlessly among the statues until she found herself in another gallery devoted to engraved obelisks and winged Assyrian bulls, and her emotion took another turn. She began to picture herself traveling with Ralph in a land where these monsters were couchant in the sand. "For,"<|quote|>she ... | The presence of this immense and enduring beauty made her almost alarmingly conscious of her desire, and at the same time proud of a feeling which did not display anything like the same proportions when she was going about her daily work. She repressed her impulse to speak aloud, and rose and wandered about rather aiml... | on some wave of exaltation and emotion, by which her life at once became solemn and beautiful an impression which was due as much, perhaps, to the solitude and chill and silence of the gallery as to the actual beauty of the statues. One must suppose, at least, that her emotions were not purely esthetic, because, after ... | to a picture gallery, balancing his social work with an ardent culture of which he was secretly proud, as Mary had very soon divined. So they parted and Mary walked away, wondering if they guessed that she really wanted to get away from them, and supposing that they had not quite reached that degree of subtlety. She bo... | with a letter which needed explanation in her hand. This was a more serious interruption than the other, because she never knew exactly what she wanted, and half a dozen requests would bolt from her, no one of which was clearly stated. Dressed in plum-colored velveteen, with short, gray hair, and a face that seemed per... | subtlety. She bought herself an evening paper, which she read as she ate, looking over the top of it again and again at the queer people who were buying cakes or imparting their secrets, until some young woman whom she knew came in, and she called out, "Eleanor, come and sit by me," and they finished their lunch togeth... | Night And Day |
"the wonderful thing about you is that you re ready for anything; you re not in the least conventional, like most clever men." | Mary Datchet | behind a piece of glass,<|quote|>"the wonderful thing about you is that you re ready for anything; you re not in the least conventional, like most clever men."</|quote|>And she conjured up a | fixedly at some information printed behind a piece of glass,<|quote|>"the wonderful thing about you is that you re ready for anything; you re not in the least conventional, like most clever men."</|quote|>And she conjured up a scene of herself on a | to engraved obelisks and winged Assyrian bulls, and her emotion took another turn. She began to picture herself traveling with Ralph in a land where these monsters were couchant in the sand. "For," she thought to herself, as she gazed fixedly at some information printed behind a piece of glass,<|quote|>"the wonderful t... | at the same time proud of a feeling which did not display anything like the same proportions when she was going about her daily work. She repressed her impulse to speak aloud, and rose and wandered about rather aimlessly among the statues until she found herself in another gallery devoted to engraved obelisks and winge... | an impression which was due as much, perhaps, to the solitude and chill and silence of the gallery as to the actual beauty of the statues. One must suppose, at least, that her emotions were not purely esthetic, because, after she had gazed at the Ulysses for a minute or two, she began to think about Ralph Denham. So se... | proud, as Mary had very soon divined. So they parted and Mary walked away, wondering if they guessed that she really wanted to get away from them, and supposing that they had not quite reached that degree of subtlety. She bought herself an evening paper, which she read as she ate, looking over the top of it again and a... | other, because she never knew exactly what she wanted, and half a dozen requests would bolt from her, no one of which was clearly stated. Dressed in plum-colored velveteen, with short, gray hair, and a face that seemed permanently flushed with philanthropic enthusiasm, she was always in a hurry, and always in some diso... | came in, and she called out, "Eleanor, come and sit by me," and they finished their lunch together, parting on the strip of pavement among the different lines of traffic with a pleasant feeling that they were stepping once more into their separate places in the great and eternally moving pattern of human life. But, ins... | Night And Day |
And she conjured up a scene of herself on a camel s back, in the desert, while Ralph commanded a whole tribe of natives. | No speaker | conventional, like most clever men."<|quote|>And she conjured up a scene of herself on a camel s back, in the desert, while Ralph commanded a whole tribe of natives.</|quote|>"That is what you can | re not in the least conventional, like most clever men."<|quote|>And she conjured up a scene of herself on a camel s back, in the desert, while Ralph commanded a whole tribe of natives.</|quote|>"That is what you can do," she went on, moving | land where these monsters were couchant in the sand. "For," she thought to herself, as she gazed fixedly at some information printed behind a piece of glass, "the wonderful thing about you is that you re ready for anything; you re not in the least conventional, like most clever men."<|quote|>And she conjured up a scene... | daily work. She repressed her impulse to speak aloud, and rose and wandered about rather aimlessly among the statues until she found herself in another gallery devoted to engraved obelisks and winged Assyrian bulls, and her emotion took another turn. She began to picture herself traveling with Ralph in a land where the... | of the statues. One must suppose, at least, that her emotions were not purely esthetic, because, after she had gazed at the Ulysses for a minute or two, she began to think about Ralph Denham. So secure did she feel with these silent shapes that she almost yielded to an impulse to say "I am in love with you" aloud. The ... | get away from them, and supposing that they had not quite reached that degree of subtlety. She bought herself an evening paper, which she read as she ate, looking over the top of it again and again at the queer people who were buying cakes or imparting their secrets, until some young woman whom she knew came in, and sh... | clearly stated. Dressed in plum-colored velveteen, with short, gray hair, and a face that seemed permanently flushed with philanthropic enthusiasm, she was always in a hurry, and always in some disorder. She wore two crucifixes, which got themselves entangled in a heavy gold chain upon her breast, and seemed to Mary ex... | vegetarian restaurant; Mrs. Seal brought sandwiches, which she ate beneath the plane-trees in Russell Square; while Mary generally went to a gaudy establishment, upholstered in red plush, near by, where, much to the vegetarian s disapproval, you could buy steak, two inches thick, or a roast section of fowl, swimming in... | Night And Day |
"That is what you can do," | Mary Datchet | a whole tribe of natives.<|quote|>"That is what you can do,"</|quote|>she went on, moving on | the desert, while Ralph commanded a whole tribe of natives.<|quote|>"That is what you can do,"</|quote|>she went on, moving on to the next statue. "You | piece of glass, "the wonderful thing about you is that you re ready for anything; you re not in the least conventional, like most clever men." And she conjured up a scene of herself on a camel s back, in the desert, while Ralph commanded a whole tribe of natives.<|quote|>"That is what you can do,"</|quote|>she went on,... | another gallery devoted to engraved obelisks and winged Assyrian bulls, and her emotion took another turn. She began to picture herself traveling with Ralph in a land where these monsters were couchant in the sand. "For," she thought to herself, as she gazed fixedly at some information printed behind a piece of glass, ... | a minute or two, she began to think about Ralph Denham. So secure did she feel with these silent shapes that she almost yielded to an impulse to say "I am in love with you" aloud. The presence of this immense and enduring beauty made her almost alarmingly conscious of her desire, and at the same time proud of a feeling... | read as she ate, looking over the top of it again and again at the queer people who were buying cakes or imparting their secrets, until some young woman whom she knew came in, and she called out, "Eleanor, come and sit by me," and they finished their lunch together, parting on the strip of pavement among the different ... | a hurry, and always in some disorder. She wore two crucifixes, which got themselves entangled in a heavy gold chain upon her breast, and seemed to Mary expressive of her mental ambiguity. Only her vast enthusiasm and her worship of Miss Markham, one of the pioneers of the society, kept her in her place, for which she h... | pointing to the yellow-covered volume beneath Mr. Clacton s arm, for he invariably read some new French author at lunch-time, or squeezed in a visit to a picture gallery, balancing his social work with an ardent culture of which he was secretly proud, as Mary had very soon divined. So they parted and Mary walked away, ... | Night And Day |
she went on, moving on to the next statue. | No speaker | is what you can do,"<|quote|>she went on, moving on to the next statue.</|quote|>"You always make people do | whole tribe of natives. "That is what you can do,"<|quote|>she went on, moving on to the next statue.</|quote|>"You always make people do what you want." A glow | about you is that you re ready for anything; you re not in the least conventional, like most clever men." And she conjured up a scene of herself on a camel s back, in the desert, while Ralph commanded a whole tribe of natives. "That is what you can do,"<|quote|>she went on, moving on to the next statue.</|quote|>"You a... | and winged Assyrian bulls, and her emotion took another turn. She began to picture herself traveling with Ralph in a land where these monsters were couchant in the sand. "For," she thought to herself, as she gazed fixedly at some information printed behind a piece of glass, "the wonderful thing about you is that you re... | to think about Ralph Denham. So secure did she feel with these silent shapes that she almost yielded to an impulse to say "I am in love with you" aloud. The presence of this immense and enduring beauty made her almost alarmingly conscious of her desire, and at the same time proud of a feeling which did not display anyt... | the top of it again and again at the queer people who were buying cakes or imparting their secrets, until some young woman whom she knew came in, and she called out, "Eleanor, come and sit by me," and they finished their lunch together, parting on the strip of pavement among the different lines of traffic with a pleasa... | disorder. She wore two crucifixes, which got themselves entangled in a heavy gold chain upon her breast, and seemed to Mary expressive of her mental ambiguity. Only her vast enthusiasm and her worship of Miss Markham, one of the pioneers of the society, kept her in her place, for which she had no sound qualification. S... | So they parted and Mary walked away, wondering if they guessed that she really wanted to get away from them, and supposing that they had not quite reached that degree of subtlety. She bought herself an evening paper, which she read as she ate, looking over the top of it again and again at the queer people who were buyi... | Night And Day |
"You always make people do what you want." | Mary Datchet | on to the next statue.<|quote|>"You always make people do what you want."</|quote|>A glow spread over her | do," she went on, moving on to the next statue.<|quote|>"You always make people do what you want."</|quote|>A glow spread over her spirit, and filled her eyes | you re not in the least conventional, like most clever men." And she conjured up a scene of herself on a camel s back, in the desert, while Ralph commanded a whole tribe of natives. "That is what you can do," she went on, moving on to the next statue.<|quote|>"You always make people do what you want."</|quote|>A glow s... | turn. She began to picture herself traveling with Ralph in a land where these monsters were couchant in the sand. "For," she thought to herself, as she gazed fixedly at some information printed behind a piece of glass, "the wonderful thing about you is that you re ready for anything; you re not in the least conventiona... | feel with these silent shapes that she almost yielded to an impulse to say "I am in love with you" aloud. The presence of this immense and enduring beauty made her almost alarmingly conscious of her desire, and at the same time proud of a feeling which did not display anything like the same proportions when she was goi... | queer people who were buying cakes or imparting their secrets, until some young woman whom she knew came in, and she called out, "Eleanor, come and sit by me," and they finished their lunch together, parting on the strip of pavement among the different lines of traffic with a pleasant feeling that they were stepping on... | in a heavy gold chain upon her breast, and seemed to Mary expressive of her mental ambiguity. Only her vast enthusiasm and her worship of Miss Markham, one of the pioneers of the society, kept her in her place, for which she had no sound qualification. So the morning wore on, and the pile of letters grew, and Mary felt... | branches against the sky do one so much _good_," Mrs. Seal asserted, looking out into the Square. "But one can t lunch off trees, Sally," said Mary. "I confess I don t know how you manage it, Miss Datchet," Mr. Clacton remarked. "I should sleep all the afternoon, I know, if I took a heavy meal in the middle of the day.... | Night And Day |
A glow spread over her spirit, and filled her eyes with brightness. Nevertheless, before she left the Museum she was very far from saying, even in the privacy of her own mind, "I am in love with you," and that sentence might very well never have framed itself. She was, indeed, rather annoyed with herself for having all... | No speaker | people do what you want."<|quote|>A glow spread over her spirit, and filled her eyes with brightness. Nevertheless, before she left the Museum she was very far from saying, even in the privacy of her own mind, "I am in love with you," and that sentence might very well never have framed itself. She was, indeed, rather a... | next statue. "You always make people do what you want."<|quote|>A glow spread over her spirit, and filled her eyes with brightness. Nevertheless, before she left the Museum she was very far from saying, even in the privacy of her own mind, "I am in love with you," and that sentence might very well never have framed its... | most clever men." And she conjured up a scene of herself on a camel s back, in the desert, while Ralph commanded a whole tribe of natives. "That is what you can do," she went on, moving on to the next statue. "You always make people do what you want."<|quote|>A glow spread over her spirit, and filled her eyes with brig... | Ralph in a land where these monsters were couchant in the sand. "For," she thought to herself, as she gazed fixedly at some information printed behind a piece of glass, "the wonderful thing about you is that you re ready for anything; you re not in the least conventional, like most clever men." And she conjured up a sc... | yielded to an impulse to say "I am in love with you" aloud. The presence of this immense and enduring beauty made her almost alarmingly conscious of her desire, and at the same time proud of a feeling which did not display anything like the same proportions when she was going about her daily work. She repressed her imp... | their secrets, until some young woman whom she knew came in, and she called out, "Eleanor, come and sit by me," and they finished their lunch together, parting on the strip of pavement among the different lines of traffic with a pleasant feeling that they were stepping once more into their separate places in the great ... | and seemed to Mary expressive of her mental ambiguity. Only her vast enthusiasm and her worship of Miss Markham, one of the pioneers of the society, kept her in her place, for which she had no sound qualification. So the morning wore on, and the pile of letters grew, and Mary felt, at last, that she was the center gang... | confess I don t know how you manage it, Miss Datchet," Mr. Clacton remarked. "I should sleep all the afternoon, I know, if I took a heavy meal in the middle of the day." "What s the very latest thing in literature?" Mary asked, good-humoredly pointing to the yellow-covered volume beneath Mr. Clacton s arm, for he invar... | Night And Day |
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