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Katharine mounted past innumerable glass doors, with initials on them, and became steadily more and more doubtful of the wisdom of her venture. At the top she paused for a moment to breathe and collect herself. She heard the typewriter and formal professional voices inside, not belonging, she thought, to any one she ha... | No speaker | "No. The S.G.S. top floor."<|quote|>Katharine mounted past innumerable glass doors, with initials on them, and became steadily more and more doubtful of the wisdom of her venture. At the top she paused for a moment to breathe and collect herself. She heard the typewriter and formal professional voices inside, not belon... | A voice from within shouted, "No. The S.G.S. top floor."<|quote|>Katharine mounted past innumerable glass doors, with initials on them, and became steadily more and more doubtful of the wisdom of her venture. At the top she paused for a moment to breathe and collect herself. She heard the typewriter and formal professi... | in a dimly lighted hall, unguarded by a porter, and pushed open the first swing door. But the office-boy had never heard of Miss Datchet. Did she belong to the S.R.F.R.? Katharine shook her head with a smile of dismay. A voice from within shouted, "No. The S.G.S. top floor."<|quote|>Katharine mounted past innumerable g... | of heightened existence. At the same time she wished to talk. Remembering Mary Datchet and her repeated invitations, she crossed the road, turned into Russell Square, and peered about, seeking for numbers with a sense of adventure that was out of all proportion to the deed itself. She found herself in a dimly lighted h... | or the heights of her approval. About four o clock on that same afternoon Katharine Hilbery was walking up Kingsway. The question of tea presented itself. The street lamps were being lit already, and as she stood still for a moment beneath one of them, she tried to think of some neighboring drawing-room where there wou... | felt, should this impulse return again. For, as she walked along the street to her office, the force of all her customary objections to being in love with any one overcame her. She did not want to marry at all. It seemed to her that there was something amateurish in bringing love into touch with a perfectly straightfor... | office to-day, Mary turned into the British Museum, and strolled down the gallery with the shapes of stone until she found an empty seat directly beneath the gaze of the Elgin marbles. She looked at them, and seemed, as usual, borne up on some wave of exaltation and emotion, by which her life at once became solemn and ... | 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," she thought to herself, as she gazed fixedly at some information printed behi... | Night And Day |
"You!" | Mary Datchet | entirely when she saw Katharine.<|quote|>"You!"</|quote|>she exclaimed. "We thought you | had to change its expression entirely when she saw Katharine.<|quote|>"You!"</|quote|>she exclaimed. "We thought you were the printer." Still holding | and collect herself. She heard the typewriter and formal professional voices inside, not belonging, she thought, to any one she had ever spoken to. She touched the bell, and the door was opened almost immediately by Mary herself. Her face had to change its expression entirely when she saw Katharine.<|quote|>"You!"</|qu... | her head with a smile of dismay. A voice from within shouted, "No. The S.G.S. top floor." Katharine mounted past innumerable glass doors, with initials on them, and became steadily more and more doubtful of the wisdom of her venture. At the top she paused for a moment to breathe and collect herself. She heard the typew... | Perhaps, on the whole, a shop was the best place in which to preserve this queer sense of heightened existence. At the same time she wished to talk. Remembering Mary Datchet and her repeated invitations, she crossed the road, turned into Russell Square, and peered about, seeking for numbers with a sense of adventure th... | of the poor, or the taxation of land values. But the afternoon spirit differed intrinsically from the morning spirit. Mary found herself watching the flight of a bird, or making drawings of the branches of the plane-trees upon her blotting-paper. People came in to see Mr. Clacton on business, and a seductive smell of c... | 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 pre... | at all. It seemed to her that there was something amateurish in bringing love into touch with a perfectly straightforward friendship, such as hers was with Ralph, which, for two years now, had based itself upon common interests in impersonal topics, such as the housing of the poor, or the taxation of land values. But t... | Night And Day |
she exclaimed. | No speaker | when she saw Katharine. "You!"<|quote|>she exclaimed.</|quote|>"We thought you were the | to change its expression entirely when she saw Katharine. "You!"<|quote|>she exclaimed.</|quote|>"We thought you were the printer." Still holding the door | collect herself. She heard the typewriter and formal professional voices inside, not belonging, she thought, to any one she had ever spoken to. She touched the bell, and the door was opened almost immediately by Mary herself. Her face had to change its expression entirely when she saw Katharine. "You!"<|quote|>she excl... | head with a smile of dismay. A voice from within shouted, "No. The S.G.S. top floor." Katharine mounted past innumerable glass doors, with initials on them, and became steadily more and more doubtful of the wisdom of her venture. At the top she paused for a moment to breathe and collect herself. She heard the typewrite... | on the whole, a shop was the best place in which to preserve this queer sense of heightened existence. At the same time she wished to talk. Remembering Mary Datchet and her repeated invitations, she crossed the road, turned into Russell Square, and peered about, seeking for numbers with a sense of adventure that was ou... | the poor, or the taxation of land values. But the afternoon spirit differed intrinsically from the morning spirit. Mary found herself watching the flight of a bird, or making drawings of the branches of the plane-trees upon her blotting-paper. People came in to see Mr. Clacton on business, and a seductive smell of ciga... | 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 presenc... | bar in blue pencil down the margin, a proceeding which signified equally and indistinguishably the depths of her reprobation or the heights of her approval. About four o clock on that same afternoon Katharine Hilbery was walking up Kingsway. The question of tea presented itself. The street lamps were being lit already,... | Night And Day |
"We thought you were the printer." | Mary Datchet | saw Katharine. "You!" she exclaimed.<|quote|>"We thought you were the printer."</|quote|>Still holding the door open, | its expression entirely when she saw Katharine. "You!" she exclaimed.<|quote|>"We thought you were the printer."</|quote|>Still holding the door open, she called back, "No, Mr. | She heard the typewriter and formal professional voices inside, not belonging, she thought, to any one she had ever spoken to. She touched the bell, and the door was opened almost immediately by Mary herself. Her face had to change its expression entirely when she saw Katharine. "You!" she exclaimed.<|quote|>"We though... | a smile of dismay. A voice from within shouted, "No. The S.G.S. top floor." Katharine mounted past innumerable glass doors, with initials on them, and became steadily more and more doubtful of the wisdom of her venture. At the top she paused for a moment to breathe and collect herself. She heard the typewriter and form... | whole, a shop was the best place in which to preserve this queer sense of heightened existence. At the same time she wished to talk. Remembering Mary Datchet and her repeated invitations, she crossed the road, turned into Russell Square, and peered about, seeking for numbers with a sense of adventure that was out of al... | or the taxation of land values. But the afternoon spirit differed intrinsically from the morning spirit. Mary found herself watching the flight of a bird, or making drawings of the branches of the plane-trees upon her blotting-paper. People came in to see Mr. Clacton on business, and a seductive smell of cigarette smok... | 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 presence of this imm... | Mary found herself watching the flight of a bird, or making drawings of the branches of the plane-trees upon her blotting-paper. People came in to see Mr. Clacton on business, and a seductive smell of cigarette smoke issued from his room. Mrs. Seal wandered about with newspaper cuttings, which seemed to her either "qui... | Night And Day |
Still holding the door open, she called back, | No speaker | thought you were the printer."<|quote|>Still holding the door open, she called back,</|quote|>"No, Mr. Clacton, it s | Katharine. "You!" she exclaimed. "We thought you were the printer."<|quote|>Still holding the door open, she called back,</|quote|>"No, Mr. Clacton, it s not Penningtons. I should ring | professional voices inside, not belonging, she thought, to any one she had ever spoken to. She touched the bell, and the door was opened almost immediately by Mary herself. Her face had to change its expression entirely when she saw Katharine. "You!" she exclaimed. "We thought you were the printer."<|quote|>Still holdi... | from within shouted, "No. The S.G.S. top floor." Katharine mounted past innumerable glass doors, with initials on them, and became steadily more and more doubtful of the wisdom of her venture. At the top she paused for a moment to breathe and collect herself. She heard the typewriter and formal professional voices insi... | place in which to preserve this queer sense of heightened existence. At the same time she wished to talk. Remembering Mary Datchet and her repeated invitations, she crossed the road, turned into Russell Square, and peered about, seeking for numbers with a sense of adventure that was out of all proportion to the deed it... | But the afternoon spirit differed intrinsically from the morning spirit. Mary found herself watching the flight of a bird, or making drawings of the branches of the plane-trees upon her blotting-paper. People came in to see Mr. Clacton on business, and a seductive smell of cigarette smoke issued from his room. Mrs. Sea... | 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 presence of this immense and enduring beauty made her... | ill-considered breach of her reserve, weakening her powers of resistance, she felt, should this impulse return again. For, as she walked along the street to her office, the force of all her customary objections to being in love with any one overcame her. She did not want to marry at all. It seemed to her that there was... | Night And Day |
"No, Mr. Clacton, it s not Penningtons. I should ring them up again double three double eight, Central. Well, this is a surprise. Come in," | Mary Datchet | door open, she called back,<|quote|>"No, Mr. Clacton, it s not Penningtons. I should ring them up again double three double eight, Central. Well, this is a surprise. Come in,"</|quote|>she added. "You re just | the printer." Still holding the door open, she called back,<|quote|>"No, Mr. Clacton, it s not Penningtons. I should ring them up again double three double eight, Central. Well, this is a surprise. Come in,"</|quote|>she added. "You re just in time for tea." The | any one she had ever spoken to. She touched the bell, and the door was opened almost immediately by Mary herself. Her face had to change its expression entirely when she saw Katharine. "You!" she exclaimed. "We thought you were the printer." Still holding the door open, she called back,<|quote|>"No, Mr. Clacton, it s n... | Katharine mounted past innumerable glass doors, with initials on them, and became steadily more and more doubtful of the wisdom of her venture. At the top she paused for a moment to breathe and collect herself. She heard the typewriter and formal professional voices inside, not belonging, she thought, to any one she ha... | of heightened existence. At the same time she wished to talk. Remembering Mary Datchet and her repeated invitations, she crossed the road, turned into Russell Square, and peered about, seeking for numbers with a sense of adventure that was out of all proportion to the deed itself. She found herself in a dimly lighted h... | morning spirit. Mary found herself watching the flight of a bird, or making drawings of the branches of the plane-trees upon her blotting-paper. People came in to see Mr. Clacton on business, and a seductive smell of cigarette smoke issued from his room. Mrs. Seal wandered about with newspaper cuttings, which seemed to... | 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 presence of this immense and enduring beauty made her almost alarmingly conscious of her desire, and at the... | clock on that same afternoon Katharine Hilbery was walking up Kingsway. The question of tea presented itself. The street lamps were being lit already, and as she stood still for a moment beneath one of them, she tried to think of some neighboring drawing-room where there would be firelight and talk congenial to her moo... | Night And Day |
she added. | No speaker | is a surprise. Come in,"<|quote|>she added.</|quote|>"You re just in time | double eight, Central. Well, this is a surprise. Come in,"<|quote|>she added.</|quote|>"You re just in time for tea." The light of | change its expression entirely when she saw Katharine. "You!" she exclaimed. "We thought you were the printer." Still holding the door open, she called back, "No, Mr. Clacton, it s not Penningtons. I should ring them up again double three double eight, Central. Well, this is a surprise. Come in,"<|quote|>she added.</|q... | top she paused for a moment to breathe and collect herself. She heard the typewriter and formal professional voices inside, not belonging, she thought, to any one she had ever spoken to. She touched the bell, and the door was opened almost immediately by Mary herself. Her face had to change its expression entirely when... | Square, and peered about, seeking for numbers with a sense of adventure that was out of all proportion to the deed itself. She found herself in a dimly lighted hall, unguarded by a porter, and pushed open the first swing door. But the office-boy had never heard of Miss Datchet. Did she belong to the S.R.F.R.? Katharine... | in to see Mr. Clacton on business, and a seductive smell of cigarette smoke issued from his room. Mrs. Seal wandered about with newspaper cuttings, which seemed to her either "quite splendid" or "really too bad for words." She used to paste these into books, or send them to her friends, having first drawn a broad bar i... | 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 going about her daily work... | intrinsically from the morning spirit. Mary found herself watching the flight of a bird, or making drawings of the branches of the plane-trees upon her blotting-paper. People came in to see Mr. Clacton on business, and a seductive smell of cigarette smoke issued from his room. Mrs. Seal wandered about with newspaper cu... | Night And Day |
"You re just in time for tea." | Mary Datchet | surprise. Come in," she added.<|quote|>"You re just in time for tea."</|quote|>The light of relief shone | Central. Well, this is a surprise. Come in," she added.<|quote|>"You re just in time for tea."</|quote|>The light of relief shone in Mary s eyes. The | expression entirely when she saw Katharine. "You!" she exclaimed. "We thought you were the printer." Still holding the door open, she called back, "No, Mr. Clacton, it s not Penningtons. I should ring them up again double three double eight, Central. Well, this is a surprise. Come in," she added.<|quote|>"You re just i... | paused for a moment to breathe and collect herself. She heard the typewriter and formal professional voices inside, not belonging, she thought, to any one she had ever spoken to. She touched the bell, and the door was opened almost immediately by Mary herself. Her face had to change its expression entirely when she saw... | peered about, seeking for numbers with a sense of adventure that was out of all proportion to the deed itself. She found herself in a dimly lighted hall, unguarded by a porter, and pushed open the first swing door. But the office-boy had never heard of Miss Datchet. Did she belong to the S.R.F.R.? Katharine shook her h... | see Mr. Clacton on business, and a seductive smell of cigarette smoke issued from his room. Mrs. Seal wandered about with newspaper cuttings, which seemed to her either "quite splendid" or "really too bad for words." She used to paste these into books, or send them to her friends, having first drawn a broad bar in blue... | 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 going about her daily work. She repres... | of the poor, or the taxation of land values. But the afternoon spirit differed intrinsically from the morning spirit. Mary found herself watching the flight of a bird, or making drawings of the branches of the plane-trees upon her blotting-paper. People came in to see Mr. Clacton on business, and a seductive smell of c... | Night And Day |
The light of relief shone in Mary s eyes. The boredom of the afternoon was dissipated at once, and she was glad that Katharine had found them in a momentary press of activity, owing to the failure of the printer to send back certain proofs. The unshaded electric light shining upon the table covered with papers dazed Ka... | No speaker | just in time for tea."<|quote|>The light of relief shone in Mary s eyes. The boredom of the afternoon was dissipated at once, and she was glad that Katharine had found them in a momentary press of activity, owing to the failure of the printer to send back certain proofs. The unshaded electric light shining upon the tab... | in," she added. "You re just in time for tea."<|quote|>The light of relief shone in Mary s eyes. The boredom of the afternoon was dissipated at once, and she was glad that Katharine had found them in a momentary press of activity, owing to the failure of the printer to send back certain proofs. The unshaded electric li... | she exclaimed. "We thought you were the printer." Still holding the door open, she called back, "No, Mr. Clacton, it s not Penningtons. I should ring them up again double three double eight, Central. Well, this is a surprise. Come in," she added. "You re just in time for tea."<|quote|>The light of relief shone in Mary ... | collect herself. She heard the typewriter and formal professional voices inside, not belonging, she thought, to any one she had ever spoken to. She touched the bell, and the door was opened almost immediately by Mary herself. Her face had to change its expression entirely when she saw Katharine. "You!" she exclaimed. "... | sense of adventure that was out of all proportion to the deed itself. She found herself in a dimly lighted hall, unguarded by a porter, and pushed open the first swing door. But the office-boy had never heard of Miss Datchet. Did she belong to the S.R.F.R.? Katharine shook her head with a smile of dismay. A voice from ... | seductive smell of cigarette smoke issued from his room. Mrs. Seal wandered about with newspaper cuttings, which seemed to her either "quite splendid" or "really too bad for words." She used to paste these into books, or send them to her friends, having first drawn a broad bar in blue pencil down the margin, a proceedi... | 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 impulse to speak aloud, and ... | afternoon Katharine Hilbery was walking up Kingsway. The question of tea presented itself. The street lamps were being lit already, and as she stood still for a moment beneath one of them, she tried to think of some neighboring drawing-room where there would be firelight and talk congenial to her mood. That mood, owing... | Night And Day |
"It was very clever of you to find your way," | Mary Datchet | but Mary immediately recalled her.<|quote|>"It was very clever of you to find your way,"</|quote|>she said, and Katharine wondered, | the window, which was uncurtained, but Mary immediately recalled her.<|quote|>"It was very clever of you to find your way,"</|quote|>she said, and Katharine wondered, as she stood there, feeling, | shining upon the table covered with papers dazed Katharine for a moment. After the confusion of her twilight walk, and her random thoughts, life in this small room appeared extremely concentrated and bright. She turned instinctively to look out of the window, which was uncurtained, but Mary immediately recalled her.<|q... | tea." The light of relief shone in Mary s eyes. The boredom of the afternoon was dissipated at once, and she was glad that Katharine had found them in a momentary press of activity, owing to the failure of the printer to send back certain proofs. The unshaded electric light shining upon the table covered with papers da... | and collect herself. She heard the typewriter and formal professional voices inside, not belonging, she thought, to any one she had ever spoken to. She touched the bell, and the door was opened almost immediately by Mary herself. Her face had to change its expression entirely when she saw Katharine. "You!" she exclaime... | and as she stood still for a moment beneath one of them, she tried to think of some neighboring drawing-room where there would be firelight and talk congenial to her mood. That mood, owing to the spinning traffic and the evening veil of unreality, was ill-adapted to her home surroundings. Perhaps, on the whole, a shop ... | 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 scene of herself o... | either "quite splendid" or "really too bad for words." She used to paste these into books, or send them to her friends, having first drawn a broad bar in blue pencil down the margin, a proceeding which signified equally and indistinguishably the depths of her reprobation or the heights of her approval. About four o clo... | Night And Day |
she said, and Katharine wondered, as she stood there, feeling, for the moment, entirely detached and unabsorbed, why she had come. She looked, indeed, to Mary s eyes strangely out of place in the office. Her figure in the long cloak, which took deep folds, and her face, which was composed into a mask of sensitive appre... | No speaker | you to find your way,"<|quote|>she said, and Katharine wondered, as she stood there, feeling, for the moment, entirely detached and unabsorbed, why she had come. She looked, indeed, to Mary s eyes strangely out of place in the office. Her figure in the long cloak, which took deep folds, and her face, which was composed... | "It was very clever of you to find your way,"<|quote|>she said, and Katharine wondered, as she stood there, feeling, for the moment, entirely detached and unabsorbed, why she had come. She looked, indeed, to Mary s eyes strangely out of place in the office. Her figure in the long cloak, which took deep folds, and her f... | a moment. After the confusion of her twilight walk, and her random thoughts, life in this small room appeared extremely concentrated and bright. She turned instinctively to look out of the window, which was uncurtained, but Mary immediately recalled her. "It was very clever of you to find your way,"<|quote|>she said, a... | The boredom of the afternoon was dissipated at once, and she was glad that Katharine had found them in a momentary press of activity, owing to the failure of the printer to send back certain proofs. The unshaded electric light shining upon the table covered with papers dazed Katharine for a moment. After the confusion ... | voices inside, not belonging, she thought, to any one she had ever spoken to. She touched the bell, and the door was opened almost immediately by Mary herself. Her face had to change its expression entirely when she saw Katharine. "You!" she exclaimed. "We thought you were the printer." Still holding the door open, she... | of them, she tried to think of some neighboring drawing-room where there would be firelight and talk congenial to her mood. That mood, owing to the spinning traffic and the evening veil of unreality, was ill-adapted to her home surroundings. Perhaps, on the whole, a shop was the best place in which to preserve this que... | 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 scene of herself on a camel s back, in the desert, while Ralph commanded a wh... | was something amateurish in bringing love into touch with a perfectly straightforward friendship, such as hers was with Ralph, which, for two years now, had based itself upon common interests in impersonal topics, such as the housing of the poor, or the taxation of land values. But the afternoon spirit differed intrins... | Night And Day |
"Always the way, always the way," | Mrs. Seal | up, exploded, and went out.<|quote|>"Always the way, always the way,"</|quote|>she muttered. "Kit Markham is | to the gas, which flared up, exploded, and went out.<|quote|>"Always the way, always the way,"</|quote|>she muttered. "Kit Markham is the only person who knows | until the impression of importance had been received. But in this she was disappointed. Mrs. Seal burst into the room holding a kettle in her hand, which she set upon the stove, and then, with inefficient haste, she set light to the gas, which flared up, exploded, and went out.<|quote|>"Always the way, always the way,"... | Mary for a moment with a sense of the presence of some one who was of another world, and, therefore, subversive of her world. She became immediately anxious that Katharine should be impressed by the importance of her world, and hoped that neither Mrs. Seal nor Mr. Clacton would appear until the impression of importance... | walk, and her random thoughts, life in this small room appeared extremely concentrated and bright. She turned instinctively to look out of the window, which was uncurtained, but Mary immediately recalled her. "It was very clever of you to find your way," she said, and Katharine wondered, as she stood there, feeling, fo... | mounted past innumerable glass doors, with initials on them, and became steadily more and more doubtful of the wisdom of her venture. At the top she paused for a moment to breathe and collect herself. She heard the typewriter and formal professional voices inside, not belonging, she thought, to any one she had ever spo... | should this impulse return again. For, as she walked along the street to her office, the force of all her customary objections to being in love with any one overcame her. She did not want to marry at all. It seemed to her that there was something amateurish in bringing love into touch with a perfectly straightforward f... | Square, and peered about, seeking for numbers with a sense of adventure that was out of all proportion to the deed itself. She found herself in a dimly lighted hall, unguarded by a porter, and pushed open the first swing door. But the office-boy had never heard of Miss Datchet. Did she belong to the S.R.F.R.? Katharine... | Night And Day |
she muttered. | No speaker | the way, always the way,"<|quote|>she muttered.</|quote|>"Kit Markham is the only | exploded, and went out. "Always the way, always the way,"<|quote|>she muttered.</|quote|>"Kit Markham is the only person who knows how to | been received. But in this she was disappointed. Mrs. Seal burst into the room holding a kettle in her hand, which she set upon the stove, and then, with inefficient haste, she set light to the gas, which flared up, exploded, and went out. "Always the way, always the way,"<|quote|>she muttered.</|quote|>"Kit Markham is... | sense of the presence of some one who was of another world, and, therefore, subversive of her world. She became immediately anxious that Katharine should be impressed by the importance of her world, and hoped that neither Mrs. Seal nor Mr. Clacton would appear until the impression of importance had been received. But i... | in this small room appeared extremely concentrated and bright. She turned instinctively to look out of the window, which was uncurtained, but Mary immediately recalled her. "It was very clever of you to find your way," she said, and Katharine wondered, as she stood there, feeling, for the moment, entirely detached and ... | initials on them, and became steadily more and more doubtful of the wisdom of her venture. At the top she paused for a moment to breathe and collect herself. She heard the typewriter and formal professional voices inside, not belonging, she thought, to any one she had ever spoken to. She touched the bell, and the door ... | as she walked along the street to her office, the force of all her customary objections to being in love with any one overcame her. She did not want to marry at all. It seemed to her that there was something amateurish in bringing love into touch with a perfectly straightforward friendship, such as hers was with Ralph,... | sense of adventure that was out of all proportion to the deed itself. She found herself in a dimly lighted hall, unguarded by a porter, and pushed open the first swing door. But the office-boy had never heard of Miss Datchet. Did she belong to the S.R.F.R.? Katharine shook her head with a smile of dismay. A voice from ... | Night And Day |
"Kit Markham is the only person who knows how to deal with the thing." | Mrs. Seal | always the way," she muttered.<|quote|>"Kit Markham is the only person who knows how to deal with the thing."</|quote|>Mary had to go to | went out. "Always the way, always the way," she muttered.<|quote|>"Kit Markham is the only person who knows how to deal with the thing."</|quote|>Mary had to go to her help, and together they | But in this she was disappointed. Mrs. Seal burst into the room holding a kettle in her hand, which she set upon the stove, and then, with inefficient haste, she set light to the gas, which flared up, exploded, and went out. "Always the way, always the way," she muttered.<|quote|>"Kit Markham is the only person who kno... | the presence of some one who was of another world, and, therefore, subversive of her world. She became immediately anxious that Katharine should be impressed by the importance of her world, and hoped that neither Mrs. Seal nor Mr. Clacton would appear until the impression of importance had been received. But in this sh... | small room appeared extremely concentrated and bright. She turned instinctively to look out of the window, which was uncurtained, but Mary immediately recalled her. "It was very clever of you to find your way," she said, and Katharine wondered, as she stood there, feeling, for the moment, entirely detached and unabsorb... | them, and became steadily more and more doubtful of the wisdom of her venture. At the top she paused for a moment to breathe and collect herself. She heard the typewriter and formal professional voices inside, not belonging, she thought, to any one she had ever spoken to. She touched the bell, and the door was opened a... | walked along the street to her office, the force of all her customary objections to being in love with any one overcame her. She did not want to marry at all. It seemed to her that there was something amateurish in bringing love into touch with a perfectly straightforward friendship, such as hers was with Ralph, which,... | time she wished to talk. Remembering Mary Datchet and her repeated invitations, she crossed the road, turned into Russell Square, and peered about, seeking for numbers with a sense of adventure that was out of all proportion to the deed itself. She found herself in a dimly lighted hall, unguarded by a porter, and pushe... | Night And Day |
Mary had to go to her help, and together they spread the table, and apologized for the disparity between the cups and the plainness of the food. | No speaker | to deal with the thing."<|quote|>Mary had to go to her help, and together they spread the table, and apologized for the disparity between the cups and the plainness of the food.</|quote|>"If we had known Miss | only person who knows how to deal with the thing."<|quote|>Mary had to go to her help, and together they spread the table, and apologized for the disparity between the cups and the plainness of the food.</|quote|>"If we had known Miss Hilbery was coming, we should | kettle in her hand, which she set upon the stove, and then, with inefficient haste, she set light to the gas, which flared up, exploded, and went out. "Always the way, always the way," she muttered. "Kit Markham is the only person who knows how to deal with the thing."<|quote|>Mary had to go to her help, and together t... | her world. She became immediately anxious that Katharine should be impressed by the importance of her world, and hoped that neither Mrs. Seal nor Mr. Clacton would appear until the impression of importance had been received. But in this she was disappointed. Mrs. Seal burst into the room holding a kettle in her hand, w... | the window, which was uncurtained, but Mary immediately recalled her. "It was very clever of you to find your way," she said, and Katharine wondered, as she stood there, feeling, for the moment, entirely detached and unabsorbed, why she had come. She looked, indeed, to Mary s eyes strangely out of place in the office. ... | At the top she paused for a moment to breathe and collect herself. She heard the typewriter and formal professional voices inside, not belonging, she thought, to any one she had ever spoken to. She touched the bell, and the door was opened almost immediately by Mary herself. Her face had to change its expression entire... | to being in love with any one overcame her. She did not want to marry at all. It seemed to her that there was something amateurish in bringing love into touch with a perfectly straightforward friendship, such as hers was with Ralph, which, for two years now, had based itself upon common interests in impersonal topics, ... | She touched the bell, and the door was opened almost immediately by Mary herself. Her face had to change its expression entirely when she saw Katharine. "You!" she exclaimed. "We thought you were the printer." Still holding the door open, she called back, "No, Mr. Clacton, it s not Penningtons. I should ring them up ag... | Night And Day |
"If we had known Miss Hilbery was coming, we should have bought a cake," | Mary Datchet | the plainness of the food.<|quote|>"If we had known Miss Hilbery was coming, we should have bought a cake,"</|quote|>said Mary, upon which Mrs. | disparity between the cups and the plainness of the food.<|quote|>"If we had known Miss Hilbery was coming, we should have bought a cake,"</|quote|>said Mary, upon which Mrs. Seal looked at Katharine for | out. "Always the way, always the way," she muttered. "Kit Markham is the only person who knows how to deal with the thing." Mary had to go to her help, and together they spread the table, and apologized for the disparity between the cups and the plainness of the food.<|quote|>"If we had known Miss Hilbery was coming, w... | appear until the impression of importance had been received. But in this she was disappointed. Mrs. Seal burst into the room holding a kettle in her hand, which she set upon the stove, and then, with inefficient haste, she set light to the gas, which flared up, exploded, and went out. "Always the way, always the way," ... | stood there, feeling, for the moment, entirely detached and unabsorbed, why she had come. She looked, indeed, to Mary s eyes strangely out of place in the office. Her figure in the long cloak, which took deep folds, and her face, which was composed into a mask of sensitive apprehension, disturbed Mary for a moment with... | any one she had ever spoken to. She touched the bell, and the door was opened almost immediately by Mary herself. Her face had to change its expression entirely when she saw Katharine. "You!" she exclaimed. "We thought you were the printer." Still holding the door open, she called back, "No, Mr. Clacton, it s not Penni... | bringing love into touch with a perfectly straightforward friendship, such as hers was with Ralph, which, for two years now, had based itself upon common interests in impersonal topics, such as the housing of the poor, or the taxation of land values. But the afternoon spirit differed intrinsically from the morning spir... | herself in a dimly lighted hall, unguarded by a porter, and pushed open the first swing door. But the office-boy had never heard of Miss Datchet. Did she belong to the S.R.F.R.? Katharine shook her head with a smile of dismay. A voice from within shouted, "No. The S.G.S. top floor." Katharine mounted past innumerable g... | Night And Day |
said Mary, upon which Mrs. Seal looked at Katharine for the first time, suspiciously, because she was a person who needed cake. Here Mr. Clacton opened the door, and came in, holding a typewritten letter in his hand, which he was reading aloud. | No speaker | should have bought a cake,"<|quote|>said Mary, upon which Mrs. Seal looked at Katharine for the first time, suspiciously, because she was a person who needed cake. Here Mr. Clacton opened the door, and came in, holding a typewritten letter in his hand, which he was reading aloud.</|quote|>"Salford s affiliated," he sai... | Miss Hilbery was coming, we should have bought a cake,"<|quote|>said Mary, upon which Mrs. Seal looked at Katharine for the first time, suspiciously, because she was a person who needed cake. Here Mr. Clacton opened the door, and came in, holding a typewritten letter in his hand, which he was reading aloud.</|quote|>"S... | person who knows how to deal with the thing." Mary had to go to her help, and together they spread the table, and apologized for the disparity between the cups and the plainness of the food. "If we had known Miss Hilbery was coming, we should have bought a cake,"<|quote|>said Mary, upon which Mrs. Seal looked at Kathar... | disappointed. Mrs. Seal burst into the room holding a kettle in her hand, which she set upon the stove, and then, with inefficient haste, she set light to the gas, which flared up, exploded, and went out. "Always the way, always the way," she muttered. "Kit Markham is the only person who knows how to deal with the thin... | She looked, indeed, to Mary s eyes strangely out of place in the office. Her figure in the long cloak, which took deep folds, and her face, which was composed into a mask of sensitive apprehension, disturbed Mary for a moment with a sense of the presence of some one who was of another world, and, therefore, subversive ... | was opened almost immediately by Mary herself. Her face had to change its expression entirely when she saw Katharine. "You!" she exclaimed. "We thought you were the printer." Still holding the door open, she called back, "No, Mr. Clacton, it s not Penningtons. I should ring them up again double three double eight, Cent... | Ralph, which, for two years now, had based itself upon common interests in impersonal topics, such as the housing of the poor, or the taxation of land values. But the afternoon spirit differed intrinsically from the morning spirit. Mary found herself watching the flight of a bird, or making drawings of the branches of ... | unreality, was ill-adapted to her home surroundings. Perhaps, on the whole, a shop was the best place in which to preserve this queer sense of heightened existence. At the same time she wished to talk. Remembering Mary Datchet and her repeated invitations, she crossed the road, turned into Russell Square, and peered ab... | Night And Day |
"Salford s affiliated," | Mr. Clacton | which he was reading aloud.<|quote|>"Salford s affiliated,"</|quote|>he said. "Well done, Salford!" | typewritten letter in his hand, which he was reading aloud.<|quote|>"Salford s affiliated,"</|quote|>he said. "Well done, Salford!" Mrs. Seal exclaimed enthusiastically, thumping | coming, we should have bought a cake," said Mary, upon which Mrs. Seal looked at Katharine for the first time, suspiciously, because she was a person who needed cake. Here Mr. Clacton opened the door, and came in, holding a typewritten letter in his hand, which he was reading aloud.<|quote|>"Salford s affiliated,"</|qu... | she muttered. "Kit Markham is the only person who knows how to deal with the thing." Mary had to go to her help, and together they spread the table, and apologized for the disparity between the cups and the plainness of the food. "If we had known Miss Hilbery was coming, we should have bought a cake," said Mary, upon w... | sense of the presence of some one who was of another world, and, therefore, subversive of her world. She became immediately anxious that Katharine should be impressed by the importance of her world, and hoped that neither Mrs. Seal nor Mr. Clacton would appear until the impression of importance had been received. But i... | I should ring them up again double three double eight, Central. Well, this is a surprise. Come in," she added. "You re just in time for tea." The light of relief shone in Mary s eyes. The boredom of the afternoon was dissipated at once, and she was glad that Katharine had found them in a momentary press of activity, ow... | flight of a bird, or making drawings of the branches of the plane-trees upon her blotting-paper. People came in to see Mr. Clacton on business, and a seductive smell of cigarette smoke issued from his room. Mrs. Seal wandered about with newspaper cuttings, which seemed to her either "quite splendid" or "really too bad ... | sense of adventure that was out of all proportion to the deed itself. She found herself in a dimly lighted hall, unguarded by a porter, and pushed open the first swing door. But the office-boy had never heard of Miss Datchet. Did she belong to the S.R.F.R.? Katharine shook her head with a smile of dismay. A voice from ... | Night And Day |
he said. | No speaker | reading aloud. "Salford s affiliated,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"Well done, Salford!" Mrs. Seal | his hand, which he was reading aloud. "Salford s affiliated,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"Well done, Salford!" Mrs. Seal exclaimed enthusiastically, thumping the teapot | have bought a cake," said Mary, upon which Mrs. Seal looked at Katharine for the first time, suspiciously, because she was a person who needed cake. Here Mr. Clacton opened the door, and came in, holding a typewritten letter in his hand, which he was reading aloud. "Salford s affiliated,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"Wel... | Markham is the only person who knows how to deal with the thing." Mary had to go to her help, and together they spread the table, and apologized for the disparity between the cups and the plainness of the food. "If we had known Miss Hilbery was coming, we should have bought a cake," said Mary, upon which Mrs. Seal look... | presence of some one who was of another world, and, therefore, subversive of her world. She became immediately anxious that Katharine should be impressed by the importance of her world, and hoped that neither Mrs. Seal nor Mr. Clacton would appear until the impression of importance had been received. But in this she wa... | them up again double three double eight, Central. Well, this is a surprise. Come in," she added. "You re just in time for tea." The light of relief shone in Mary s eyes. The boredom of the afternoon was dissipated at once, and she was glad that Katharine had found them in a momentary press of activity, owing to the fai... | bird, or making drawings of the branches of the plane-trees upon her blotting-paper. People came in to see Mr. Clacton on business, and a seductive smell of cigarette smoke issued from his room. Mrs. Seal wandered about with newspaper cuttings, which seemed to her either "quite splendid" or "really too bad for words." ... | dismay. A voice from within shouted, "No. The S.G.S. top floor." Katharine mounted past innumerable glass doors, with initials on them, and became steadily more and more doubtful of the wisdom of her venture. At the top she paused for a moment to breathe and collect herself. She heard the typewriter and formal professi... | Night And Day |
"Well done, Salford!" | Mrs. Seal | "Salford s affiliated," he said.<|quote|>"Well done, Salford!"</|quote|>Mrs. Seal exclaimed enthusiastically, thumping | which he was reading aloud. "Salford s affiliated," he said.<|quote|>"Well done, Salford!"</|quote|>Mrs. Seal exclaimed enthusiastically, thumping the teapot which she held | a cake," said Mary, upon which Mrs. Seal looked at Katharine for the first time, suspiciously, because she was a person who needed cake. Here Mr. Clacton opened the door, and came in, holding a typewritten letter in his hand, which he was reading aloud. "Salford s affiliated," he said.<|quote|>"Well done, Salford!"</|q... | the only person who knows how to deal with the thing." Mary had to go to her help, and together they spread the table, and apologized for the disparity between the cups and the plainness of the food. "If we had known Miss Hilbery was coming, we should have bought a cake," said Mary, upon which Mrs. Seal looked at Katha... | some one who was of another world, and, therefore, subversive of her world. She became immediately anxious that Katharine should be impressed by the importance of her world, and hoped that neither Mrs. Seal nor Mr. Clacton would appear until the impression of importance had been received. But in this she was disappoint... | again double three double eight, Central. Well, this is a surprise. Come in," she added. "You re just in time for tea." The light of relief shone in Mary s eyes. The boredom of the afternoon was dissipated at once, and she was glad that Katharine had found them in a momentary press of activity, owing to the failure of ... | making drawings of the branches of the plane-trees upon her blotting-paper. People came in to see Mr. Clacton on business, and a seductive smell of cigarette smoke issued from his room. Mrs. Seal wandered about with newspaper cuttings, which seemed to her either "quite splendid" or "really too bad for words." She used ... | failure of the printer to send back certain proofs. The unshaded electric light shining upon the table covered with papers dazed Katharine for a moment. After the confusion of her twilight walk, and her random thoughts, life in this small room appeared extremely concentrated and bright. She turned instinctively to look... | Night And Day |
Mrs. Seal exclaimed enthusiastically, thumping the teapot which she held upon the table, in token of applause. | No speaker | he said. "Well done, Salford!"<|quote|>Mrs. Seal exclaimed enthusiastically, thumping the teapot which she held upon the table, in token of applause.</|quote|>"Yes, these provincial centers seem | reading aloud. "Salford s affiliated," he said. "Well done, Salford!"<|quote|>Mrs. Seal exclaimed enthusiastically, thumping the teapot which she held upon the table, in token of applause.</|quote|>"Yes, these provincial centers seem to be coming into line | Mary, upon which Mrs. Seal looked at Katharine for the first time, suspiciously, because she was a person who needed cake. Here Mr. Clacton opened the door, and came in, holding a typewritten letter in his hand, which he was reading aloud. "Salford s affiliated," he said. "Well done, Salford!"<|quote|>Mrs. Seal exclaim... | who knows how to deal with the thing." Mary had to go to her help, and together they spread the table, and apologized for the disparity between the cups and the plainness of the food. "If we had known Miss Hilbery was coming, we should have bought a cake," said Mary, upon which Mrs. Seal looked at Katharine for the fir... | was of another world, and, therefore, subversive of her world. She became immediately anxious that Katharine should be impressed by the importance of her world, and hoped that neither Mrs. Seal nor Mr. Clacton would appear until the impression of importance had been received. But in this she was disappointed. Mrs. Seal... | double eight, Central. Well, this is a surprise. Come in," she added. "You re just in time for tea." The light of relief shone in Mary s eyes. The boredom of the afternoon was dissipated at once, and she was glad that Katharine had found them in a momentary press of activity, owing to the failure of the printer to send... | the branches of the plane-trees upon her blotting-paper. People came in to see Mr. Clacton on business, and a seductive smell of cigarette smoke issued from his room. Mrs. Seal wandered about with newspaper cuttings, which seemed to her either "quite splendid" or "really too bad for words." She used to paste these into... | and peered about, seeking for numbers with a sense of adventure that was out of all proportion to the deed itself. She found herself in a dimly lighted hall, unguarded by a porter, and pushed open the first swing door. But the office-boy had never heard of Miss Datchet. Did she belong to the S.R.F.R.? Katharine shook h... | Night And Day |
"Yes, these provincial centers seem to be coming into line at last," | Mr. Clacton | table, in token of applause.<|quote|>"Yes, these provincial centers seem to be coming into line at last,"</|quote|>said Mr. Clacton, and then | which she held upon the table, in token of applause.<|quote|>"Yes, these provincial centers seem to be coming into line at last,"</|quote|>said Mr. Clacton, and then Mary introduced him to Miss | person who needed cake. Here Mr. Clacton opened the door, and came in, holding a typewritten letter in his hand, which he was reading aloud. "Salford s affiliated," he said. "Well done, Salford!" Mrs. Seal exclaimed enthusiastically, thumping the teapot which she held upon the table, in token of applause.<|quote|>"Yes,... | they spread the table, and apologized for the disparity between the cups and the plainness of the food. "If we had known Miss Hilbery was coming, we should have bought a cake," said Mary, upon which Mrs. Seal looked at Katharine for the first time, suspiciously, because she was a person who needed cake. Here Mr. Clacto... | be impressed by the importance of her world, and hoped that neither Mrs. Seal nor Mr. Clacton would appear until the impression of importance had been received. But in this she was disappointed. Mrs. Seal burst into the room holding a kettle in her hand, which she set upon the stove, and then, with inefficient haste, s... | for tea." The light of relief shone in Mary s eyes. The boredom of the afternoon was dissipated at once, and she was glad that Katharine had found them in a momentary press of activity, owing to the failure of the printer to send back certain proofs. The unshaded electric light shining upon the table covered with paper... | and a seductive smell of cigarette smoke issued from his room. Mrs. Seal wandered about with newspaper cuttings, which seemed to her either "quite splendid" or "really too bad for words." She used to paste these into books, or send them to her friends, having first drawn a broad bar in blue pencil down the margin, a pr... | Mary s eyes. The boredom of the afternoon was dissipated at once, and she was glad that Katharine had found them in a momentary press of activity, owing to the failure of the printer to send back certain proofs. The unshaded electric light shining upon the table covered with papers dazed Katharine for a moment. After t... | Night And Day |
said Mr. Clacton, and then Mary introduced him to Miss Hilbery, and he asked her, in a very formal manner, if she were interested | No speaker | coming into line at last,"<|quote|>said Mr. Clacton, and then Mary introduced him to Miss Hilbery, and he asked her, in a very formal manner, if she were interested</|quote|>"in our work." "And the | provincial centers seem to be coming into line at last,"<|quote|>said Mr. Clacton, and then Mary introduced him to Miss Hilbery, and he asked her, in a very formal manner, if she were interested</|quote|>"in our work." "And the proofs still not come?" said | in, holding a typewritten letter in his hand, which he was reading aloud. "Salford s affiliated," he said. "Well done, Salford!" Mrs. Seal exclaimed enthusiastically, thumping the teapot which she held upon the table, in token of applause. "Yes, these provincial centers seem to be coming into line at last,"<|quote|>sai... | and the plainness of the food. "If we had known Miss Hilbery was coming, we should have bought a cake," said Mary, upon which Mrs. Seal looked at Katharine for the first time, suspiciously, because she was a person who needed cake. Here Mr. Clacton opened the door, and came in, holding a typewritten letter in his hand,... | Mrs. Seal nor Mr. Clacton would appear until the impression of importance had been received. But in this she was disappointed. Mrs. Seal burst into the room holding a kettle in her hand, which she set upon the stove, and then, with inefficient haste, she set light to the gas, which flared up, exploded, and went out. "A... | boredom of the afternoon was dissipated at once, and she was glad that Katharine had found them in a momentary press of activity, owing to the failure of the printer to send back certain proofs. The unshaded electric light shining upon the table covered with papers dazed Katharine for a moment. After the confusion of h... | Seal wandered about with newspaper cuttings, which seemed to her either "quite splendid" or "really too bad for words." She used to paste these into books, or send them to her friends, having first drawn a broad bar in blue pencil down the margin, a proceeding which signified equally and indistinguishably the depths of... | entirely when she saw Katharine. "You!" she exclaimed. "We thought you were the printer." Still holding the door open, she called back, "No, Mr. Clacton, it s not Penningtons. I should ring them up again double three double eight, Central. Well, this is a surprise. Come in," she added. "You re just in time for tea." Th... | Night And Day |
"in our work." | Mr. Clacton | manner, if she were interested<|quote|>"in our work."</|quote|>"And the proofs still not | her, in a very formal manner, if she were interested<|quote|>"in our work."</|quote|>"And the proofs still not come?" said Mrs. Seal, putting | enthusiastically, thumping the teapot which she held upon the table, in token of applause. "Yes, these provincial centers seem to be coming into line at last," said Mr. Clacton, and then Mary introduced him to Miss Hilbery, and he asked her, in a very formal manner, if she were interested<|quote|>"in our work."</|quote... | Mrs. Seal looked at Katharine for the first time, suspiciously, because she was a person who needed cake. Here Mr. Clacton opened the door, and came in, holding a typewritten letter in his hand, which he was reading aloud. "Salford s affiliated," he said. "Well done, Salford!" Mrs. Seal exclaimed enthusiastically, thum... | into the room holding a kettle in her hand, which she set upon the stove, and then, with inefficient haste, she set light to the gas, which flared up, exploded, and went out. "Always the way, always the way," she muttered. "Kit Markham is the only person who knows how to deal with the thing." Mary had to go to her help... | to the failure of the printer to send back certain proofs. The unshaded electric light shining upon the table covered with papers dazed Katharine for a moment. After the confusion of her twilight walk, and her random thoughts, life in this small room appeared extremely concentrated and bright. She turned instinctively ... | into books, or send them to her friends, having first drawn a broad bar in blue pencil down the margin, a proceeding which signified equally and indistinguishably the depths of her reprobation or the heights of her approval. About four o clock on that same afternoon Katharine Hilbery was walking up Kingsway. The questi... | Seal burst into the room holding a kettle in her hand, which she set upon the stove, and then, with inefficient haste, she set light to the gas, which flared up, exploded, and went out. "Always the way, always the way," she muttered. "Kit Markham is the only person who knows how to deal with the thing." Mary had to go ... | Night And Day |
"And the proofs still not come?" | Mrs. Seal | were interested "in our work."<|quote|>"And the proofs still not come?"</|quote|>said Mrs. Seal, putting both | very formal manner, if she were interested "in our work."<|quote|>"And the proofs still not come?"</|quote|>said Mrs. Seal, putting both her elbows on the table, | teapot which she held upon the table, in token of applause. "Yes, these provincial centers seem to be coming into line at last," said Mr. Clacton, and then Mary introduced him to Miss Hilbery, and he asked her, in a very formal manner, if she were interested "in our work."<|quote|>"And the proofs still not come?"</|quo... | at Katharine for the first time, suspiciously, because she was a person who needed cake. Here Mr. Clacton opened the door, and came in, holding a typewritten letter in his hand, which he was reading aloud. "Salford s affiliated," he said. "Well done, Salford!" Mrs. Seal exclaimed enthusiastically, thumping the teapot w... | holding a kettle in her hand, which she set upon the stove, and then, with inefficient haste, she set light to the gas, which flared up, exploded, and went out. "Always the way, always the way," she muttered. "Kit Markham is the only person who knows how to deal with the thing." Mary had to go to her help, and together... | of the printer to send back certain proofs. The unshaded electric light shining upon the table covered with papers dazed Katharine for a moment. After the confusion of her twilight walk, and her random thoughts, life in this small room appeared extremely concentrated and bright. She turned instinctively to look out of ... | send them to her friends, having first drawn a broad bar in blue pencil down the margin, a proceeding which signified equally and indistinguishably the depths of her reprobation or the heights of her approval. About four o clock on that same afternoon Katharine Hilbery was walking up Kingsway. The question of tea prese... | shining upon the table covered with papers dazed Katharine for a moment. After the confusion of her twilight walk, and her random thoughts, life in this small room appeared extremely concentrated and bright. She turned instinctively to look out of the window, which was uncurtained, but Mary immediately recalled her. "I... | Night And Day |
said Mrs. Seal, putting both her elbows on the table, and propping her chin on her hands, as Mary began to pour out tea. | No speaker | the proofs still not come?"<|quote|>said Mrs. Seal, putting both her elbows on the table, and propping her chin on her hands, as Mary began to pour out tea.</|quote|>"It s too bad too | interested "in our work." "And the proofs still not come?"<|quote|>said Mrs. Seal, putting both her elbows on the table, and propping her chin on her hands, as Mary began to pour out tea.</|quote|>"It s too bad too bad. At this rate we | table, in token of applause. "Yes, these provincial centers seem to be coming into line at last," said Mr. Clacton, and then Mary introduced him to Miss Hilbery, and he asked her, in a very formal manner, if she were interested "in our work." "And the proofs still not come?"<|quote|>said Mrs. Seal, putting both her elb... | suspiciously, because she was a person who needed cake. Here Mr. Clacton opened the door, and came in, holding a typewritten letter in his hand, which he was reading aloud. "Salford s affiliated," he said. "Well done, Salford!" Mrs. Seal exclaimed enthusiastically, thumping the teapot which she held upon the table, in ... | which she set upon the stove, and then, with inefficient haste, she set light to the gas, which flared up, exploded, and went out. "Always the way, always the way," she muttered. "Kit Markham is the only person who knows how to deal with the thing." Mary had to go to her help, and together they spread the table, and ap... | certain proofs. The unshaded electric light shining upon the table covered with papers dazed Katharine for a moment. After the confusion of her twilight walk, and her random thoughts, life in this small room appeared extremely concentrated and bright. She turned instinctively to look out of the window, which was uncurt... | first drawn a broad bar in blue pencil down the margin, a proceeding which signified equally and indistinguishably the depths of her reprobation or the heights of her approval. About four o clock on that same afternoon Katharine Hilbery was walking up Kingsway. The question of tea presented itself. The street lamps wer... | some one who was of another world, and, therefore, subversive of her world. She became immediately anxious that Katharine should be impressed by the importance of her world, and hoped that neither Mrs. Seal nor Mr. Clacton would appear until the impression of importance had been received. But in this she was disappoint... | Night And Day |
"It s too bad too bad. At this rate we shall miss the country post. Which reminds me, Mr. Clacton, don t you think we should circularize the provinces with Partridge s last speech? What? You ve not read it? Oh, it s the best thing they ve had in the House this Session. Even the Prime Minister" | Mrs. Seal | began to pour out tea.<|quote|>"It s too bad too bad. At this rate we shall miss the country post. Which reminds me, Mr. Clacton, don t you think we should circularize the provinces with Partridge s last speech? What? You ve not read it? Oh, it s the best thing they ve had in the House this Session. Even the Prime Mini... | on her hands, as Mary began to pour out tea.<|quote|>"It s too bad too bad. At this rate we shall miss the country post. Which reminds me, Mr. Clacton, don t you think we should circularize the provinces with Partridge s last speech? What? You ve not read it? Oh, it s the best thing they ve had in the House this Sessio... | him to Miss Hilbery, and he asked her, in a very formal manner, if she were interested "in our work." "And the proofs still not come?" said Mrs. Seal, putting both her elbows on the table, and propping her chin on her hands, as Mary began to pour out tea.<|quote|>"It s too bad too bad. At this rate we shall miss the co... | hand, which he was reading aloud. "Salford s affiliated," he said. "Well done, Salford!" Mrs. Seal exclaimed enthusiastically, thumping the teapot which she held upon the table, in token of applause. "Yes, these provincial centers seem to be coming into line at last," said Mr. Clacton, and then Mary introduced him to M... | "Always the way, always the way," she muttered. "Kit Markham is the only person who knows how to deal with the thing." Mary had to go to her help, and together they spread the table, and apologized for the disparity between the cups and the plainness of the food. "If we had known Miss Hilbery was coming, we should have... | walk, and her random thoughts, life in this small room appeared extremely concentrated and bright. She turned instinctively to look out of the window, which was uncurtained, but Mary immediately recalled her. "It was very clever of you to find your way," she said, and Katharine wondered, as she stood there, feeling, fo... | the heights of her approval. About four o clock on that same afternoon Katharine Hilbery was walking up Kingsway. The question of tea presented itself. The street lamps were being lit already, and as she stood still for a moment beneath one of them, she tried to think of some neighboring drawing-room where there would ... | therefore, subversive of her world. She became immediately anxious that Katharine should be impressed by the importance of her world, and hoped that neither Mrs. Seal nor Mr. Clacton would appear until the impression of importance had been received. But in this she was disappointed. Mrs. Seal burst into the room holdin... | Night And Day |
But Mary cut her short. | No speaker | Session. Even the Prime Minister"<|quote|>But Mary cut her short.</|quote|>"We don t allow shop | had in the House this Session. Even the Prime Minister"<|quote|>But Mary cut her short.</|quote|>"We don t allow shop at tea, Sally," she said | rate we shall miss the country post. Which reminds me, Mr. Clacton, don t you think we should circularize the provinces with Partridge s last speech? What? You ve not read it? Oh, it s the best thing they ve had in the House this Session. Even the Prime Minister"<|quote|>But Mary cut her short.</|quote|>"We don t allow... | in a very formal manner, if she were interested "in our work." "And the proofs still not come?" said Mrs. Seal, putting both her elbows on the table, and propping her chin on her hands, as Mary began to pour out tea. "It s too bad too bad. At this rate we shall miss the country post. Which reminds me, Mr. Clacton, don ... | should have bought a cake," said Mary, upon which Mrs. Seal looked at Katharine for the first time, suspiciously, because she was a person who needed cake. Here Mr. Clacton opened the door, and came in, holding a typewritten letter in his hand, which he was reading aloud. "Salford s affiliated," he said. "Well done, Sa... | unabsorbed, why she had come. She looked, indeed, to Mary s eyes strangely out of place in the office. Her figure in the long cloak, which took deep folds, and her face, which was composed into a mask of sensitive apprehension, disturbed Mary for a moment with a sense of the presence of some one who was of another worl... | talk congenial to her mood. That mood, owing to the spinning traffic and the evening veil of unreality, was ill-adapted to her home surroundings. Perhaps, on the whole, a shop was the best place in which to preserve this queer sense of heightened existence. At the same time she wished to talk. Remembering Mary Datchet ... | the importance of her world, and hoped that neither Mrs. Seal nor Mr. Clacton would appear until the impression of importance had been received. But in this she was disappointed. Mrs. Seal burst into the room holding a kettle in her hand, which she set upon the stove, and then, with inefficient haste, she set light to ... | Night And Day |
"We don t allow shop at tea, Sally," | Mary Datchet | But Mary cut her short.<|quote|>"We don t allow shop at tea, Sally,"</|quote|>she said firmly. "We fine | Session. Even the Prime Minister" But Mary cut her short.<|quote|>"We don t allow shop at tea, Sally,"</|quote|>she said firmly. "We fine her a penny each time | country post. Which reminds me, Mr. Clacton, don t you think we should circularize the provinces with Partridge s last speech? What? You ve not read it? Oh, it s the best thing they ve had in the House this Session. Even the Prime Minister" But Mary cut her short.<|quote|>"We don t allow shop at tea, Sally,"</|quote|>s... | if she were interested "in our work." "And the proofs still not come?" said Mrs. Seal, putting both her elbows on the table, and propping her chin on her hands, as Mary began to pour out tea. "It s too bad too bad. At this rate we shall miss the country post. Which reminds me, Mr. Clacton, don t you think we should cir... | said Mary, upon which Mrs. Seal looked at Katharine for the first time, suspiciously, because she was a person who needed cake. Here Mr. Clacton opened the door, and came in, holding a typewritten letter in his hand, which he was reading aloud. "Salford s affiliated," he said. "Well done, Salford!" Mrs. Seal exclaimed ... | She looked, indeed, to Mary s eyes strangely out of place in the office. Her figure in the long cloak, which took deep folds, and her face, which was composed into a mask of sensitive apprehension, disturbed Mary for a moment with a sense of the presence of some one who was of another world, and, therefore, subversive ... | That mood, owing to the spinning traffic and the evening veil of unreality, was ill-adapted to her home surroundings. Perhaps, on the whole, a shop was the best place in which to preserve this queer sense of heightened existence. At the same time she wished to talk. Remembering Mary Datchet and her repeated invitations... | and hoped that neither Mrs. Seal nor Mr. Clacton would appear until the impression of importance had been received. But in this she was disappointed. Mrs. Seal burst into the room holding a kettle in her hand, which she set upon the stove, and then, with inefficient haste, she set light to the gas, which flared up, exp... | Night And Day |
she said firmly. | No speaker | allow shop at tea, Sally,"<|quote|>she said firmly.</|quote|>"We fine her a penny | her short. "We don t allow shop at tea, Sally,"<|quote|>she said firmly.</|quote|>"We fine her a penny each time she forgets, and | t you think we should circularize the provinces with Partridge s last speech? What? You ve not read it? Oh, it s the best thing they ve had in the House this Session. Even the Prime Minister" But Mary cut her short. "We don t allow shop at tea, Sally,"<|quote|>she said firmly.</|quote|>"We fine her a penny each time sh... | the proofs still not come?" said Mrs. Seal, putting both her elbows on the table, and propping her chin on her hands, as Mary began to pour out tea. "It s too bad too bad. At this rate we shall miss the country post. Which reminds me, Mr. Clacton, don t you think we should circularize the provinces with Partridge s las... | Katharine for the first time, suspiciously, because she was a person who needed cake. Here Mr. Clacton opened the door, and came in, holding a typewritten letter in his hand, which he was reading aloud. "Salford s affiliated," he said. "Well done, Salford!" Mrs. Seal exclaimed enthusiastically, thumping the teapot whic... | out of place in the office. Her figure in the long cloak, which took deep folds, and her face, which was composed into a mask of sensitive apprehension, disturbed Mary for a moment with a sense of the presence of some one who was of another world, and, therefore, subversive of her world. She became immediately anxious ... | the evening veil of unreality, was ill-adapted to her home surroundings. Perhaps, on the whole, a shop was the best place in which to preserve this queer sense of heightened existence. At the same time she wished to talk. Remembering Mary Datchet and her repeated invitations, she crossed the road, turned into Russell S... | the printer." Still holding the door open, she called back, "No, Mr. Clacton, it s not Penningtons. I should ring them up again double three double eight, Central. Well, this is a surprise. Come in," she added. "You re just in time for tea." The light of relief shone in Mary s eyes. The boredom of the afternoon was dis... | Night And Day |
"We fine her a penny each time she forgets, and the fines go to buying a plum cake," | Mary Datchet | tea, Sally," she said firmly.<|quote|>"We fine her a penny each time she forgets, and the fines go to buying a plum cake,"</|quote|>she explained, seeking to draw | don t allow shop at tea, Sally," she said firmly.<|quote|>"We fine her a penny each time she forgets, and the fines go to buying a plum cake,"</|quote|>she explained, seeking to draw Katharine into the community. She | we should circularize the provinces with Partridge s last speech? What? You ve not read it? Oh, it s the best thing they ve had in the House this Session. Even the Prime Minister" But Mary cut her short. "We don t allow shop at tea, Sally," she said firmly.<|quote|>"We fine her a penny each time she forgets, and the fi... | not come?" said Mrs. Seal, putting both her elbows on the table, and propping her chin on her hands, as Mary began to pour out tea. "It s too bad too bad. At this rate we shall miss the country post. Which reminds me, Mr. Clacton, don t you think we should circularize the provinces with Partridge s last speech? What? Y... | first time, suspiciously, because she was a person who needed cake. Here Mr. Clacton opened the door, and came in, holding a typewritten letter in his hand, which he was reading aloud. "Salford s affiliated," he said. "Well done, Salford!" Mrs. Seal exclaimed enthusiastically, thumping the teapot which she held upon th... | in the office. Her figure in the long cloak, which took deep folds, and her face, which was composed into a mask of sensitive apprehension, disturbed Mary for a moment with a sense of the presence of some one who was of another world, and, therefore, subversive of her world. She became immediately anxious that Katharin... | of unreality, was ill-adapted to her home surroundings. Perhaps, on the whole, a shop was the best place in which to preserve this queer sense of heightened existence. At the same time she wished to talk. Remembering Mary Datchet and her repeated invitations, she crossed the road, turned into Russell Square, and peered... | "If we had known Miss Hilbery was coming, we should have bought a cake," said Mary, upon which Mrs. Seal looked at Katharine for the first time, suspiciously, because she was a person who needed cake. Here Mr. Clacton opened the door, and came in, holding a typewritten letter in his hand, which he was reading aloud. "S... | Night And Day |
she explained, seeking to draw Katharine into the community. She had given up all hope of impressing her. | No speaker | to buying a plum cake,"<|quote|>she explained, seeking to draw Katharine into the community. She had given up all hope of impressing her.</|quote|>"I m sorry, I m | forgets, and the fines go to buying a plum cake,"<|quote|>she explained, seeking to draw Katharine into the community. She had given up all hope of impressing her.</|quote|>"I m sorry, I m sorry," Mrs. Seal apologized. "It | s the best thing they ve had in the House this Session. Even the Prime Minister" But Mary cut her short. "We don t allow shop at tea, Sally," she said firmly. "We fine her a penny each time she forgets, and the fines go to buying a plum cake,"<|quote|>she explained, seeking to draw Katharine into the community. She had... | hands, as Mary began to pour out tea. "It s too bad too bad. At this rate we shall miss the country post. Which reminds me, Mr. Clacton, don t you think we should circularize the provinces with Partridge s last speech? What? You ve not read it? Oh, it s the best thing they ve had in the House this Session. Even the Pri... | came in, holding a typewritten letter in his hand, which he was reading aloud. "Salford s affiliated," he said. "Well done, Salford!" Mrs. Seal exclaimed enthusiastically, thumping the teapot which she held upon the table, in token of applause. "Yes, these provincial centers seem to be coming into line at last," said M... | composed into a mask of sensitive apprehension, disturbed Mary for a moment with a sense of the presence of some one who was of another world, and, therefore, subversive of her world. She became immediately anxious that Katharine should be impressed by the importance of her world, and hoped that neither Mrs. Seal nor M... | in which to preserve this queer sense of heightened existence. At the same time she wished to talk. Remembering Mary Datchet and her repeated invitations, she crossed the road, turned into Russell Square, and peered about, seeking for numbers with a sense of adventure that was out of all proportion to the deed itself. ... | Miss Hilbery was coming, we should have bought a cake," said Mary, upon which Mrs. Seal looked at Katharine for the first time, suspiciously, because she was a person who needed cake. Here Mr. Clacton opened the door, and came in, holding a typewritten letter in his hand, which he was reading aloud. "Salford s affiliat... | Night And Day |
"I m sorry, I m sorry," | Mrs. Seal | all hope of impressing her.<|quote|>"I m sorry, I m sorry,"</|quote|>Mrs. Seal apologized. "It s | community. She had given up all hope of impressing her.<|quote|>"I m sorry, I m sorry,"</|quote|>Mrs. Seal apologized. "It s my misfortune to be an | cut her short. "We don t allow shop at tea, Sally," she said firmly. "We fine her a penny each time she forgets, and the fines go to buying a plum cake," she explained, seeking to draw Katharine into the community. She had given up all hope of impressing her.<|quote|>"I m sorry, I m sorry,"</|quote|>Mrs. Seal apologize... | shall miss the country post. Which reminds me, Mr. Clacton, don t you think we should circularize the provinces with Partridge s last speech? What? You ve not read it? Oh, it s the best thing they ve had in the House this Session. Even the Prime Minister" But Mary cut her short. "We don t allow shop at tea, Sally," she... | said. "Well done, Salford!" Mrs. Seal exclaimed enthusiastically, thumping the teapot which she held upon the table, in token of applause. "Yes, these provincial centers seem to be coming into line at last," said Mr. Clacton, and then Mary introduced him to Miss Hilbery, and he asked her, in a very formal manner, if sh... | of some one who was of another world, and, therefore, subversive of her world. She became immediately anxious that Katharine should be impressed by the importance of her world, and hoped that neither Mrs. Seal nor Mr. Clacton would appear until the impression of importance had been received. But in this she was disappo... | Remembering Mary Datchet and her repeated invitations, she crossed the road, turned into Russell Square, and peered about, seeking for numbers with a sense of adventure that was out of all proportion to the deed itself. She found herself in a dimly lighted hall, unguarded by a porter, and pushed open the first swing do... | opened the door, and came in, holding a typewritten letter in his hand, which he was reading aloud. "Salford s affiliated," he said. "Well done, Salford!" Mrs. Seal exclaimed enthusiastically, thumping the teapot which she held upon the table, in token of applause. "Yes, these provincial centers seem to be coming into ... | Night And Day |
Mrs. Seal apologized. | No speaker | m sorry, I m sorry,"<|quote|>Mrs. Seal apologized.</|quote|>"It s my misfortune to | hope of impressing her. "I m sorry, I m sorry,"<|quote|>Mrs. Seal apologized.</|quote|>"It s my misfortune to be an enthusiast," she said, | allow shop at tea, Sally," she said firmly. "We fine her a penny each time she forgets, and the fines go to buying a plum cake," she explained, seeking to draw Katharine into the community. She had given up all hope of impressing her. "I m sorry, I m sorry,"<|quote|>Mrs. Seal apologized.</|quote|>"It s my misfortune to... | reminds me, Mr. Clacton, don t you think we should circularize the provinces with Partridge s last speech? What? You ve not read it? Oh, it s the best thing they ve had in the House this Session. Even the Prime Minister" But Mary cut her short. "We don t allow shop at tea, Sally," she said firmly. "We fine her a penny ... | exclaimed enthusiastically, thumping the teapot which she held upon the table, in token of applause. "Yes, these provincial centers seem to be coming into line at last," said Mr. Clacton, and then Mary introduced him to Miss Hilbery, and he asked her, in a very formal manner, if she were interested "in our work." "And ... | another world, and, therefore, subversive of her world. She became immediately anxious that Katharine should be impressed by the importance of her world, and hoped that neither Mrs. Seal nor Mr. Clacton would appear until the impression of importance had been received. But in this she was disappointed. Mrs. Seal burst ... | invitations, she crossed the road, turned into Russell Square, and peered about, seeking for numbers with a sense of adventure that was out of all proportion to the deed itself. She found herself in a dimly lighted hall, unguarded by a porter, and pushed open the first swing door. But the office-boy had never heard of ... | bright. She turned instinctively to look out of the window, which was uncurtained, but Mary immediately recalled her. "It was very clever of you to find your way," she said, and Katharine wondered, as she stood there, feeling, for the moment, entirely detached and unabsorbed, why she had come. She looked, indeed, to Ma... | Night And Day |
"It s my misfortune to be an enthusiast," | Mrs. Seal | m sorry," Mrs. Seal apologized.<|quote|>"It s my misfortune to be an enthusiast,"</|quote|>she said, turning to Katharine. | her. "I m sorry, I m sorry," Mrs. Seal apologized.<|quote|>"It s my misfortune to be an enthusiast,"</|quote|>she said, turning to Katharine. "My father s daughter could | tea, Sally," she said firmly. "We fine her a penny each time she forgets, and the fines go to buying a plum cake," she explained, seeking to draw Katharine into the community. She had given up all hope of impressing her. "I m sorry, I m sorry," Mrs. Seal apologized.<|quote|>"It s my misfortune to be an enthusiast,"</|q... | Clacton, don t you think we should circularize the provinces with Partridge s last speech? What? You ve not read it? Oh, it s the best thing they ve had in the House this Session. Even the Prime Minister" But Mary cut her short. "We don t allow shop at tea, Sally," she said firmly. "We fine her a penny each time she fo... | the teapot which she held upon the table, in token of applause. "Yes, these provincial centers seem to be coming into line at last," said Mr. Clacton, and then Mary introduced him to Miss Hilbery, and he asked her, in a very formal manner, if she were interested "in our work." "And the proofs still not come?" said Mrs.... | therefore, subversive of her world. She became immediately anxious that Katharine should be impressed by the importance of her world, and hoped that neither Mrs. Seal nor Mr. Clacton would appear until the impression of importance had been received. But in this she was disappointed. Mrs. Seal burst into the room holdin... | the road, turned into Russell Square, and peered about, seeking for numbers with a sense of adventure that was out of all proportion to the deed itself. She found herself in a dimly lighted hall, unguarded by a porter, and pushed open the first swing door. But the office-boy had never heard of Miss Datchet. Did she bel... | her face, which was composed into a mask of sensitive apprehension, disturbed Mary for a moment with a sense of the presence of some one who was of another world, and, therefore, subversive of her world. She became immediately anxious that Katharine should be impressed by the importance of her world, and hoped that nei... | Night And Day |
she said, turning to Katharine. | No speaker | misfortune to be an enthusiast,"<|quote|>she said, turning to Katharine.</|quote|>"My father s daughter could | Seal apologized. "It s my misfortune to be an enthusiast,"<|quote|>she said, turning to Katharine.</|quote|>"My father s daughter could hardly be anything else. I | a penny each time she forgets, and the fines go to buying a plum cake," she explained, seeking to draw Katharine into the community. She had given up all hope of impressing her. "I m sorry, I m sorry," Mrs. Seal apologized. "It s my misfortune to be an enthusiast,"<|quote|>she said, turning to Katharine.</|quote|>"My f... | the provinces with Partridge s last speech? What? You ve not read it? Oh, it s the best thing they ve had in the House this Session. Even the Prime Minister" But Mary cut her short. "We don t allow shop at tea, Sally," she said firmly. "We fine her a penny each time she forgets, and the fines go to buying a plum cake,"... | in token of applause. "Yes, these provincial centers seem to be coming into line at last," said Mr. Clacton, and then Mary introduced him to Miss Hilbery, and he asked her, in a very formal manner, if she were interested "in our work." "And the proofs still not come?" said Mrs. Seal, putting both her elbows on the tabl... | anxious that Katharine should be impressed by the importance of her world, and hoped that neither Mrs. Seal nor Mr. Clacton would appear until the impression of importance had been received. But in this she was disappointed. Mrs. Seal burst into the room holding a kettle in her hand, which she set upon the stove, and t... | about, seeking for numbers with a sense of adventure that was out of all proportion to the deed itself. She found herself in a dimly lighted hall, unguarded by a porter, and pushed open the first swing door. But the office-boy had never heard of Miss Datchet. Did she belong to the S.R.F.R.? Katharine shook her head wit... | holding a kettle in her hand, which she set upon the stove, and then, with inefficient haste, she set light to the gas, which flared up, exploded, and went out. "Always the way, always the way," she muttered. "Kit Markham is the only person who knows how to deal with the thing." Mary had to go to her help, and together... | Night And Day |
"My father s daughter could hardly be anything else. I think I ve been on as many committees as most people. Waifs and Strays, Rescue Work, Church Work, C. O. S. local branch besides the usual civic duties which fall to one as a householder. But I ve given them all up for our work here, and I don t regret it for a seco... | Mrs. Seal | she said, turning to Katharine.<|quote|>"My father s daughter could hardly be anything else. I think I ve been on as many committees as most people. Waifs and Strays, Rescue Work, Church Work, C. O. S. local branch besides the usual civic duties which fall to one as a householder. But I ve given them all up for our wor... | misfortune to be an enthusiast," she said, turning to Katharine.<|quote|>"My father s daughter could hardly be anything else. I think I ve been on as many committees as most people. Waifs and Strays, Rescue Work, Church Work, C. O. S. local branch besides the usual civic duties which fall to one as a householder. But I... | forgets, and the fines go to buying a plum cake," she explained, seeking to draw Katharine into the community. She had given up all hope of impressing her. "I m sorry, I m sorry," Mrs. Seal apologized. "It s my misfortune to be an enthusiast," she said, turning to Katharine.<|quote|>"My father s daughter could hardly b... | last speech? What? You ve not read it? Oh, it s the best thing they ve had in the House this Session. Even the Prime Minister" But Mary cut her short. "We don t allow shop at tea, Sally," she said firmly. "We fine her a penny each time she forgets, and the fines go to buying a plum cake," she explained, seeking to draw... | these provincial centers seem to be coming into line at last," said Mr. Clacton, and then Mary introduced him to Miss Hilbery, and he asked her, in a very formal manner, if she were interested "in our work." "And the proofs still not come?" said Mrs. Seal, putting both her elbows on the table, and propping her chin on ... | impressed by the importance of her world, and hoped that neither Mrs. Seal nor Mr. Clacton would appear until the impression of importance had been received. But in this she was disappointed. Mrs. Seal burst into the room holding a kettle in her hand, which she set upon the stove, and then, with inefficient haste, she ... | a sense of adventure that was out of all proportion to the deed itself. She found herself in a dimly lighted hall, unguarded by a porter, and pushed open the first swing door. But the office-boy had never heard of Miss Datchet. Did she belong to the S.R.F.R.? Katharine shook her head with a smile of dismay. A voice fro... | he was reading aloud. "Salford s affiliated," he said. "Well done, Salford!" Mrs. Seal exclaimed enthusiastically, thumping the teapot which she held upon the table, in token of applause. "Yes, these provincial centers seem to be coming into line at last," said Mr. Clacton, and then Mary introduced him to Miss Hilbery,... | Night And Day |
she added. | No speaker | regret it for a second,"<|quote|>she added.</|quote|>"This is the root question, | here, and I don t regret it for a second,"<|quote|>she added.</|quote|>"This is the root question, I feel; until women have | as many committees as most people. Waifs and Strays, Rescue Work, Church Work, C. O. S. local branch besides the usual civic duties which fall to one as a householder. But I ve given them all up for our work here, and I don t regret it for a second,"<|quote|>she added.</|quote|>"This is the root question, I feel; until... | Katharine into the community. She had given up all hope of impressing her. "I m sorry, I m sorry," Mrs. Seal apologized. "It s my misfortune to be an enthusiast," she said, turning to Katharine. "My father s daughter could hardly be anything else. I think I ve been on as many committees as most people. Waifs and Strays... | pour out tea. "It s too bad too bad. At this rate we shall miss the country post. Which reminds me, Mr. Clacton, don t you think we should circularize the provinces with Partridge s last speech? What? You ve not read it? Oh, it s the best thing they ve had in the House this Session. Even the Prime Minister" But Mary cu... | and went out. "Always the way, always the way," she muttered. "Kit Markham is the only person who knows how to deal with the thing." Mary had to go to her help, and together they spread the table, and apologized for the disparity between the cups and the plainness of the food. "If we had known Miss Hilbery was coming, ... | top floor." Katharine mounted past innumerable glass doors, with initials on them, and became steadily more and more doubtful of the wisdom of her venture. At the top she paused for a moment to breathe and collect herself. She heard the typewriter and formal professional voices inside, not belonging, she thought, to an... | had to go to her help, and together they spread the table, and apologized for the disparity between the cups and the plainness of the food. "If we had known Miss Hilbery was coming, we should have bought a cake," said Mary, upon which Mrs. Seal looked at Katharine for the first time, suspiciously, because she was a per... | Night And Day |
"This is the root question, I feel; until women have votes" | Mrs. Seal | for a second," she added.<|quote|>"This is the root question, I feel; until women have votes"</|quote|>"It ll be sixpence, at | I don t regret it for a second," she added.<|quote|>"This is the root question, I feel; until women have votes"</|quote|>"It ll be sixpence, at least, Sally," said Mary, bringing | committees as most people. Waifs and Strays, Rescue Work, Church Work, C. O. S. local branch besides the usual civic duties which fall to one as a householder. But I ve given them all up for our work here, and I don t regret it for a second," she added.<|quote|>"This is the root question, I feel; until women have votes... | the community. She had given up all hope of impressing her. "I m sorry, I m sorry," Mrs. Seal apologized. "It s my misfortune to be an enthusiast," she said, turning to Katharine. "My father s daughter could hardly be anything else. I think I ve been on as many committees as most people. Waifs and Strays, Rescue Work, ... | tea. "It s too bad too bad. At this rate we shall miss the country post. Which reminds me, Mr. Clacton, don t you think we should circularize the provinces with Partridge s last speech? What? You ve not read it? Oh, it s the best thing they ve had in the House this Session. Even the Prime Minister" But Mary cut her sho... | out. "Always the way, always the way," she muttered. "Kit Markham is the only person who knows how to deal with the thing." Mary had to go to her help, and together they spread the table, and apologized for the disparity between the cups and the plainness of the food. "If we had known Miss Hilbery was coming, we should... | Katharine mounted past innumerable glass doors, with initials on them, and became steadily more and more doubtful of the wisdom of her venture. At the top she paused for a moment to breathe and collect herself. She heard the typewriter and formal professional voices inside, not belonging, she thought, to any one she ha... | to deal with the thing." Mary had to go to her help, and together they spread the table, and apologized for the disparity between the cups and the plainness of the food. "If we had known Miss Hilbery was coming, we should have bought a cake," said Mary, upon which Mrs. Seal looked at Katharine for the first time, suspi... | Night And Day |
"It ll be sixpence, at least, Sally," | Mary Datchet | feel; until women have votes"<|quote|>"It ll be sixpence, at least, Sally,"</|quote|>said Mary, bringing her fist | is the root question, I feel; until women have votes"<|quote|>"It ll be sixpence, at least, Sally,"</|quote|>said Mary, bringing her fist down on the table. "And | C. O. S. local branch besides the usual civic duties which fall to one as a householder. But I ve given them all up for our work here, and I don t regret it for a second," she added. "This is the root question, I feel; until women have votes"<|quote|>"It ll be sixpence, at least, Sally,"</|quote|>said Mary, bringing he... | "I m sorry, I m sorry," Mrs. Seal apologized. "It s my misfortune to be an enthusiast," she said, turning to Katharine. "My father s daughter could hardly be anything else. I think I ve been on as many committees as most people. Waifs and Strays, Rescue Work, Church Work, C. O. S. local branch besides the usual civic d... | shall miss the country post. Which reminds me, Mr. Clacton, don t you think we should circularize the provinces with Partridge s last speech? What? You ve not read it? Oh, it s the best thing they ve had in the House this Session. Even the Prime Minister" But Mary cut her short. "We don t allow shop at tea, Sally," she... | is the only person who knows how to deal with the thing." Mary had to go to her help, and together they spread the table, and apologized for the disparity between the cups and the plainness of the food. "If we had known Miss Hilbery was coming, we should have bought a cake," said Mary, upon which Mrs. Seal looked at Ka... | became steadily more and more doubtful of the wisdom of her venture. At the top she paused for a moment to breathe and collect herself. She heard the typewriter and formal professional voices inside, not belonging, she thought, to any one she had ever spoken to. She touched the bell, and the door was opened almost imme... | Clacton, and then Mary introduced him to Miss Hilbery, and he asked her, in a very formal manner, if she were interested "in our work." "And the proofs still not come?" said Mrs. Seal, putting both her elbows on the table, and propping her chin on her hands, as Mary began to pour out tea. "It s too bad too bad. At this... | Night And Day |
said Mary, bringing her fist down on the table. | No speaker | be sixpence, at least, Sally,"<|quote|>said Mary, bringing her fist down on the table.</|quote|>"And we re all sick | women have votes" "It ll be sixpence, at least, Sally,"<|quote|>said Mary, bringing her fist down on the table.</|quote|>"And we re all sick to death of women and | usual civic duties which fall to one as a householder. But I ve given them all up for our work here, and I don t regret it for a second," she added. "This is the root question, I feel; until women have votes" "It ll be sixpence, at least, Sally,"<|quote|>said Mary, bringing her fist down on the table.</|quote|>"And we ... | Seal apologized. "It s my misfortune to be an enthusiast," she said, turning to Katharine. "My father s daughter could hardly be anything else. I think I ve been on as many committees as most people. Waifs and Strays, Rescue Work, Church Work, C. O. S. local branch besides the usual civic duties which fall to one as a ... | me, Mr. Clacton, don t you think we should circularize the provinces with Partridge s last speech? What? You ve not read it? Oh, it s the best thing they ve had in the House this Session. Even the Prime Minister" But Mary cut her short. "We don t allow shop at tea, Sally," she said firmly. "We fine her a penny each tim... | to deal with the thing." Mary had to go to her help, and together they spread the table, and apologized for the disparity between the cups and the plainness of the food. "If we had known Miss Hilbery was coming, we should have bought a cake," said Mary, upon which Mrs. Seal looked at Katharine for the first time, suspi... | the wisdom of her venture. At the top she paused for a moment to breathe and collect herself. She heard the typewriter and formal professional voices inside, not belonging, she thought, to any one she had ever spoken to. She touched the bell, and the door was opened almost immediately by Mary herself. Her face had to c... | She looked, indeed, to Mary s eyes strangely out of place in the office. Her figure in the long cloak, which took deep folds, and her face, which was composed into a mask of sensitive apprehension, disturbed Mary for a moment with a sense of the presence of some one who was of another world, and, therefore, subversive ... | Night And Day |
"And we re all sick to death of women and their votes." | Mary Datchet | fist down on the table.<|quote|>"And we re all sick to death of women and their votes."</|quote|>Mrs. Seal looked for a | Sally," said Mary, bringing her fist down on the table.<|quote|>"And we re all sick to death of women and their votes."</|quote|>Mrs. Seal looked for a moment as though she could | householder. But I ve given them all up for our work here, and I don t regret it for a second," she added. "This is the root question, I feel; until women have votes" "It ll be sixpence, at least, Sally," said Mary, bringing her fist down on the table.<|quote|>"And we re all sick to death of women and their votes."</|q... | enthusiast," she said, turning to Katharine. "My father s daughter could hardly be anything else. I think I ve been on as many committees as most people. Waifs and Strays, Rescue Work, Church Work, C. O. S. local branch besides the usual civic duties which fall to one as a householder. But I ve given them all up for ou... | circularize the provinces with Partridge s last speech? What? You ve not read it? Oh, it s the best thing they ve had in the House this Session. Even the Prime Minister" But Mary cut her short. "We don t allow shop at tea, Sally," she said firmly. "We fine her a penny each time she forgets, and the fines go to buying a... | to her help, and together they spread the table, and apologized for the disparity between the cups and the plainness of the food. "If we had known Miss Hilbery was coming, we should have bought a cake," said Mary, upon which Mrs. Seal looked at Katharine for the first time, suspiciously, because she was a person who ne... | paused for a moment to breathe and collect herself. She heard the typewriter and formal professional voices inside, not belonging, she thought, to any one she had ever spoken to. She touched the bell, and the door was opened almost immediately by Mary herself. Her face had to change its expression entirely when she saw... | shall miss the country post. Which reminds me, Mr. Clacton, don t you think we should circularize the provinces with Partridge s last speech? What? You ve not read it? Oh, it s the best thing they ve had in the House this Session. Even the Prime Minister" But Mary cut her short. "We don t allow shop at tea, Sally," she... | Night And Day |
Mrs. Seal looked for a moment as though she could hardly believe her ears, and made a deprecating "tut-tut-tut" in her throat, looking alternately at Katharine and Mary, and shaking her head as she did so. Then she remarked, rather confidentially to Katharine, with a little nod in Mary s direction: | No speaker | of women and their votes."<|quote|>Mrs. Seal looked for a moment as though she could hardly believe her ears, and made a deprecating "tut-tut-tut" in her throat, looking alternately at Katharine and Mary, and shaking her head as she did so. Then she remarked, rather confidentially to Katharine, with a little nod in Mar... | re all sick to death of women and their votes."<|quote|>Mrs. Seal looked for a moment as though she could hardly believe her ears, and made a deprecating "tut-tut-tut" in her throat, looking alternately at Katharine and Mary, and shaking her head as she did so. Then she remarked, rather confidentially to Katharine, wit... | and I don t regret it for a second," she added. "This is the root question, I feel; until women have votes" "It ll be sixpence, at least, Sally," said Mary, bringing her fist down on the table. "And we re all sick to death of women and their votes."<|quote|>Mrs. Seal looked for a moment as though she could hardly belie... | be anything else. I think I ve been on as many committees as most people. Waifs and Strays, Rescue Work, Church Work, C. O. S. local branch besides the usual civic duties which fall to one as a householder. But I ve given them all up for our work here, and I don t regret it for a second," she added. "This is the root q... | read it? Oh, it s the best thing they ve had in the House this Session. Even the Prime Minister" But Mary cut her short. "We don t allow shop at tea, Sally," she said firmly. "We fine her a penny each time she forgets, and the fines go to buying a plum cake," she explained, seeking to draw Katharine into the community.... | the disparity between the cups and the plainness of the food. "If we had known Miss Hilbery was coming, we should have bought a cake," said Mary, upon which Mrs. Seal looked at Katharine for the first time, suspiciously, because she was a person who needed cake. Here Mr. Clacton opened the door, and came in, holding a ... | typewriter and formal professional voices inside, not belonging, she thought, to any one she had ever spoken to. She touched the bell, and the door was opened almost immediately by Mary herself. Her face had to change its expression entirely when she saw Katharine. "You!" she exclaimed. "We thought you were the printer... | figure in the long cloak, which took deep folds, and her face, which was composed into a mask of sensitive apprehension, disturbed Mary for a moment with a sense of the presence of some one who was of another world, and, therefore, subversive of her world. She became immediately anxious that Katharine should be impress... | Night And Day |
"She s doing more for the cause than any of us. She s giving her youth for, alas! when I was young there were domestic circumstances" | Mrs. Seal | nod in Mary s direction:<|quote|>"She s doing more for the cause than any of us. She s giving her youth for, alas! when I was young there were domestic circumstances"</|quote|>she sighed, and stopped short. | to Katharine, with a little nod in Mary s direction:<|quote|>"She s doing more for the cause than any of us. She s giving her youth for, alas! when I was young there were domestic circumstances"</|quote|>she sighed, and stopped short. Mr. Clacton hastily reverted to | Seal looked for a moment as though she could hardly believe her ears, and made a deprecating "tut-tut-tut" in her throat, looking alternately at Katharine and Mary, and shaking her head as she did so. Then she remarked, rather confidentially to Katharine, with a little nod in Mary s direction:<|quote|>"She s doing more... | I don t regret it for a second," she added. "This is the root question, I feel; until women have votes" "It ll be sixpence, at least, Sally," said Mary, bringing her fist down on the table. "And we re all sick to death of women and their votes." Mrs. Seal looked for a moment as though she could hardly believe her ears,... | a plum cake," she explained, seeking to draw Katharine into the community. She had given up all hope of impressing her. "I m sorry, I m sorry," Mrs. Seal apologized. "It s my misfortune to be an enthusiast," she said, turning to Katharine. "My father s daughter could hardly be anything else. I think I ve been on as man... | the door, and came in, holding a typewritten letter in his hand, which he was reading aloud. "Salford s affiliated," he said. "Well done, Salford!" Mrs. Seal exclaimed enthusiastically, thumping the teapot which she held upon the table, in token of applause. "Yes, these provincial centers seem to be coming into line at... | the printer." Still holding the door open, she called back, "No, Mr. Clacton, it s not Penningtons. I should ring them up again double three double eight, Central. Well, this is a surprise. Come in," she added. "You re just in time for tea." The light of relief shone in Mary s eyes. The boredom of the afternoon was dis... | Mr. Clacton would appear until the impression of importance had been received. But in this she was disappointed. Mrs. Seal burst into the room holding a kettle in her hand, which she set upon the stove, and then, with inefficient haste, she set light to the gas, which flared up, exploded, and went out. "Always the way,... | Night And Day |
she sighed, and stopped short. Mr. Clacton hastily reverted to the joke about luncheon, and explained how Mrs. Seal fed on a bag of biscuits under the trees, whatever the weather might be, rather, Katharine thought, as though Mrs. Seal were a pet dog who had convenient tricks. | No speaker | young there were domestic circumstances"<|quote|>she sighed, and stopped short. Mr. Clacton hastily reverted to the joke about luncheon, and explained how Mrs. Seal fed on a bag of biscuits under the trees, whatever the weather might be, rather, Katharine thought, as though Mrs. Seal were a pet dog who had convenient t... | for, alas! when I was young there were domestic circumstances"<|quote|>she sighed, and stopped short. Mr. Clacton hastily reverted to the joke about luncheon, and explained how Mrs. Seal fed on a bag of biscuits under the trees, whatever the weather might be, rather, Katharine thought, as though Mrs. Seal were a pet do... | Mary, and shaking her head as she did so. Then she remarked, rather confidentially to Katharine, with a little nod in Mary s direction: "She s doing more for the cause than any of us. She s giving her youth for, alas! when I was young there were domestic circumstances"<|quote|>she sighed, and stopped short. Mr. Clacton... | least, Sally," said Mary, bringing her fist down on the table. "And we re all sick to death of women and their votes." Mrs. Seal looked for a moment as though she could hardly believe her ears, and made a deprecating "tut-tut-tut" in her throat, looking alternately at Katharine and Mary, and shaking her head as she did... | sorry," Mrs. Seal apologized. "It s my misfortune to be an enthusiast," she said, turning to Katharine. "My father s daughter could hardly be anything else. I think I ve been on as many committees as most people. Waifs and Strays, Rescue Work, Church Work, C. O. S. local branch besides the usual civic duties which fall... | Seal exclaimed enthusiastically, thumping the teapot which she held upon the table, in token of applause. "Yes, these provincial centers seem to be coming into line at last," said Mr. Clacton, and then Mary introduced him to Miss Hilbery, and he asked her, in a very formal manner, if she were interested "in our work." ... | eight, Central. Well, this is a surprise. Come in," she added. "You re just in time for tea." The light of relief shone in Mary s eyes. The boredom of the afternoon was dissipated at once, and she was glad that Katharine had found them in a momentary press of activity, owing to the failure of the printer to send back c... | between the cups and the plainness of the food. "If we had known Miss Hilbery was coming, we should have bought a cake," said Mary, upon which Mrs. Seal looked at Katharine for the first time, suspiciously, because she was a person who needed cake. Here Mr. Clacton opened the door, and came in, holding a typewritten le... | Night And Day |
"Yes, I took my little bag into the square," | Mrs. Seal | dog who had convenient tricks.<|quote|>"Yes, I took my little bag into the square,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Seal, with the | Mrs. Seal were a pet dog who had convenient tricks.<|quote|>"Yes, I took my little bag into the square,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Seal, with the self-conscious guilt of a child | domestic circumstances" she sighed, and stopped short. Mr. Clacton hastily reverted to the joke about luncheon, and explained how Mrs. Seal fed on a bag of biscuits under the trees, whatever the weather might be, rather, Katharine thought, as though Mrs. Seal were a pet dog who had convenient tricks.<|quote|>"Yes, I to... | Katharine and Mary, and shaking her head as she did so. Then she remarked, rather confidentially to Katharine, with a little nod in Mary s direction: "She s doing more for the cause than any of us. She s giving her youth for, alas! when I was young there were domestic circumstances" she sighed, and stopped short. Mr. C... | local branch besides the usual civic duties which fall to one as a householder. But I ve given them all up for our work here, and I don t regret it for a second," she added. "This is the root question, I feel; until women have votes" "It ll be sixpence, at least, Sally," said Mary, bringing her fist down on the table. ... | if she were interested "in our work." "And the proofs still not come?" said Mrs. Seal, putting both her elbows on the table, and propping her chin on her hands, as Mary began to pour out tea. "It s too bad too bad. At this rate we shall miss the country post. Which reminds me, Mr. Clacton, don t you think we should cir... | press of activity, owing to the failure of the printer to send back certain proofs. The unshaded electric light shining upon the table covered with papers dazed Katharine for a moment. After the confusion of her twilight walk, and her random thoughts, life in this small room appeared extremely concentrated and bright. ... | fines go to buying a plum cake," she explained, seeking to draw Katharine into the community. She had given up all hope of impressing her. "I m sorry, I m sorry," Mrs. Seal apologized. "It s my misfortune to be an enthusiast," she said, turning to Katharine. "My father s daughter could hardly be anything else. I think ... | Night And Day |
said Mrs. Seal, with the self-conscious guilt of a child owning some fault to its elders. | No speaker | little bag into the square,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Seal, with the self-conscious guilt of a child owning some fault to its elders.</|quote|>"It was really very sustaining, | tricks. "Yes, I took my little bag into the square,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Seal, with the self-conscious guilt of a child owning some fault to its elders.</|quote|>"It was really very sustaining, and the bare boughs against | hastily reverted to the joke about luncheon, and explained how Mrs. Seal fed on a bag of biscuits under the trees, whatever the weather might be, rather, Katharine thought, as though Mrs. Seal were a pet dog who had convenient tricks. "Yes, I took my little bag into the square,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Seal, with the self-co... | did so. Then she remarked, rather confidentially to Katharine, with a little nod in Mary s direction: "She s doing more for the cause than any of us. She s giving her youth for, alas! when I was young there were domestic circumstances" she sighed, and stopped short. Mr. Clacton hastily reverted to the joke about lunche... | to one as a householder. But I ve given them all up for our work here, and I don t regret it for a second," she added. "This is the root question, I feel; until women have votes" "It ll be sixpence, at least, Sally," said Mary, bringing her fist down on the table. "And we re all sick to death of women and their votes."... | proofs still not come?" said Mrs. Seal, putting both her elbows on the table, and propping her chin on her hands, as Mary began to pour out tea. "It s too bad too bad. At this rate we shall miss the country post. Which reminds me, Mr. Clacton, don t you think we should circularize the provinces with Partridge s last sp... | printer to send back certain proofs. The unshaded electric light shining upon the table covered with papers dazed Katharine for a moment. After the confusion of her twilight walk, and her random thoughts, life in this small room appeared extremely concentrated and bright. She turned instinctively to look out of the win... | Work, C. O. S. local branch besides the usual civic duties which fall to one as a householder. But I ve given them all up for our work here, and I don t regret it for a second," she added. "This is the root question, I feel; until women have votes" "It ll be sixpence, at least, Sally," said Mary, bringing her fist down... | Night And Day |
"It was really very sustaining, and the bare boughs against the sky do one so much _good_. But I shall have to give up going into the square," | Mrs. Seal | some fault to its elders.<|quote|>"It was really very sustaining, and the bare boughs against the sky do one so much _good_. But I shall have to give up going into the square,"</|quote|>she proceeded, wrinkling her forehead. | guilt of a child owning some fault to its elders.<|quote|>"It was really very sustaining, and the bare boughs against the sky do one so much _good_. But I shall have to give up going into the square,"</|quote|>she proceeded, wrinkling her forehead. "The injustice of it! Why | of biscuits under the trees, whatever the weather might be, rather, Katharine thought, as though Mrs. Seal were a pet dog who had convenient tricks. "Yes, I took my little bag into the square," said Mrs. Seal, with the self-conscious guilt of a child owning some fault to its elders.<|quote|>"It was really very sustaini... | direction: "She s doing more for the cause than any of us. She s giving her youth for, alas! when I was young there were domestic circumstances" she sighed, and stopped short. Mr. Clacton hastily reverted to the joke about luncheon, and explained how Mrs. Seal fed on a bag of biscuits under the trees, whatever the weat... | and I don t regret it for a second," she added. "This is the root question, I feel; until women have votes" "It ll be sixpence, at least, Sally," said Mary, bringing her fist down on the table. "And we re all sick to death of women and their votes." Mrs. Seal looked for a moment as though she could hardly believe her e... | her chin on her hands, as Mary began to pour out tea. "It s too bad too bad. At this rate we shall miss the country post. Which reminds me, Mr. Clacton, don t you think we should circularize the provinces with Partridge s last speech? What? You ve not read it? Oh, it s the best thing they ve had in the House this Sessi... | papers dazed Katharine for a moment. After the confusion of her twilight walk, and her random thoughts, life in this small room appeared extremely concentrated and bright. She turned instinctively to look out of the window, which was uncurtained, but Mary immediately recalled her. "It was very clever of you to find you... | in, holding a typewritten letter in his hand, which he was reading aloud. "Salford s affiliated," he said. "Well done, Salford!" Mrs. Seal exclaimed enthusiastically, thumping the teapot which she held upon the table, in token of applause. "Yes, these provincial centers seem to be coming into line at last," said Mr. Cl... | Night And Day |
she proceeded, wrinkling her forehead. | No speaker | up going into the square,"<|quote|>she proceeded, wrinkling her forehead.</|quote|>"The injustice of it! Why | I shall have to give up going into the square,"<|quote|>she proceeded, wrinkling her forehead.</|quote|>"The injustice of it! Why should I have a beautiful | my little bag into the square," said Mrs. Seal, with the self-conscious guilt of a child owning some fault to its elders. "It was really very sustaining, and the bare boughs against the sky do one so much _good_. But I shall have to give up going into the square,"<|quote|>she proceeded, wrinkling her forehead.</|quote|... | sighed, and stopped short. Mr. Clacton hastily reverted to the joke about luncheon, and explained how Mrs. Seal fed on a bag of biscuits under the trees, whatever the weather might be, rather, Katharine thought, as though Mrs. Seal were a pet dog who had convenient tricks. "Yes, I took my little bag into the square," s... | Sally," said Mary, bringing her fist down on the table. "And we re all sick to death of women and their votes." Mrs. Seal looked for a moment as though she could hardly believe her ears, and made a deprecating "tut-tut-tut" in her throat, looking alternately at Katharine and Mary, and shaking her head as she did so. Th... | reminds me, Mr. Clacton, don t you think we should circularize the provinces with Partridge s last speech? What? You ve not read it? Oh, it s the best thing they ve had in the House this Session. Even the Prime Minister" But Mary cut her short. "We don t allow shop at tea, Sally," she said firmly. "We fine her a penny ... | turned instinctively to look out of the window, which was uncurtained, but Mary immediately recalled her. "It was very clever of you to find your way," she said, and Katharine wondered, as she stood there, feeling, for the moment, entirely detached and unabsorbed, why she had come. She looked, indeed, to Mary s eyes st... | I ve been on as many committees as most people. Waifs and Strays, Rescue Work, Church Work, C. O. S. local branch besides the usual civic duties which fall to one as a householder. But I ve given them all up for our work here, and I don t regret it for a second," she added. "This is the root question, I feel; until wom... | Night And Day |
"The injustice of it! Why should I have a beautiful square all to myself, when poor women who need rest have nowhere at all to sit?" | Mrs. Seal | she proceeded, wrinkling her forehead.<|quote|>"The injustice of it! Why should I have a beautiful square all to myself, when poor women who need rest have nowhere at all to sit?"</|quote|>She looked fiercely at Katharine, | up going into the square," she proceeded, wrinkling her forehead.<|quote|>"The injustice of it! Why should I have a beautiful square all to myself, when poor women who need rest have nowhere at all to sit?"</|quote|>She looked fiercely at Katharine, giving her short locks a | square," said Mrs. Seal, with the self-conscious guilt of a child owning some fault to its elders. "It was really very sustaining, and the bare boughs against the sky do one so much _good_. But I shall have to give up going into the square," she proceeded, wrinkling her forehead.<|quote|>"The injustice of it! Why shoul... | Clacton hastily reverted to the joke about luncheon, and explained how Mrs. Seal fed on a bag of biscuits under the trees, whatever the weather might be, rather, Katharine thought, as though Mrs. Seal were a pet dog who had convenient tricks. "Yes, I took my little bag into the square," said Mrs. Seal, with the self-co... | fist down on the table. "And we re all sick to death of women and their votes." Mrs. Seal looked for a moment as though she could hardly believe her ears, and made a deprecating "tut-tut-tut" in her throat, looking alternately at Katharine and Mary, and shaking her head as she did so. Then she remarked, rather confiden... | t you think we should circularize the provinces with Partridge s last speech? What? You ve not read it? Oh, it s the best thing they ve had in the House this Session. Even the Prime Minister" But Mary cut her short. "We don t allow shop at tea, Sally," she said firmly. "We fine her a penny each time she forgets, and th... | of the window, which was uncurtained, but Mary immediately recalled her. "It was very clever of you to find your way," she said, and Katharine wondered, as she stood there, feeling, for the moment, entirely detached and unabsorbed, why she had come. She looked, indeed, to Mary s eyes strangely out of place in the offic... | forgets, and the fines go to buying a plum cake," she explained, seeking to draw Katharine into the community. She had given up all hope of impressing her. "I m sorry, I m sorry," Mrs. Seal apologized. "It s my misfortune to be an enthusiast," she said, turning to Katharine. "My father s daughter could hardly be anythi... | Night And Day |
She looked fiercely at Katharine, giving her short locks a little shake. | No speaker | nowhere at all to sit?"<|quote|>She looked fiercely at Katharine, giving her short locks a little shake.</|quote|>"It s dreadful what a | women who need rest have nowhere at all to sit?"<|quote|>She looked fiercely at Katharine, giving her short locks a little shake.</|quote|>"It s dreadful what a tyrant one still is, in | against the sky do one so much _good_. But I shall have to give up going into the square," she proceeded, wrinkling her forehead. "The injustice of it! Why should I have a beautiful square all to myself, when poor women who need rest have nowhere at all to sit?"<|quote|>She looked fiercely at Katharine, giving her shor... | be, rather, Katharine thought, as though Mrs. Seal were a pet dog who had convenient tricks. "Yes, I took my little bag into the square," said Mrs. Seal, with the self-conscious guilt of a child owning some fault to its elders. "It was really very sustaining, and the bare boughs against the sky do one so much _good_. B... | could hardly believe her ears, and made a deprecating "tut-tut-tut" in her throat, looking alternately at Katharine and Mary, and shaking her head as she did so. Then she remarked, rather confidentially to Katharine, with a little nod in Mary s direction: "She s doing more for the cause than any of us. She s giving her... | ve had in the House this Session. Even the Prime Minister" But Mary cut her short. "We don t allow shop at tea, Sally," she said firmly. "We fine her a penny each time she forgets, and the fines go to buying a plum cake," she explained, seeking to draw Katharine into the community. She had given up all hope of impressi... | as she stood there, feeling, for the moment, entirely detached and unabsorbed, why she had come. She looked, indeed, to Mary s eyes strangely out of place in the office. Her figure in the long cloak, which took deep folds, and her face, which was composed into a mask of sensitive apprehension, disturbed Mary for a mome... | cake. Here Mr. Clacton opened the door, and came in, holding a typewritten letter in his hand, which he was reading aloud. "Salford s affiliated," he said. "Well done, Salford!" Mrs. Seal exclaimed enthusiastically, thumping the teapot which she held upon the table, in token of applause. "Yes, these provincial centers ... | Night And Day |
"It s dreadful what a tyrant one still is, in spite of all one s efforts. One tries to lead a decent life, but one can t. Of course, directly one thinks of it, one sees that _all_ squares should be open to _every one_. Is there any society with that object, Mr. Clacton? If not, there should be, surely." | Mrs. Seal | short locks a little shake.<|quote|>"It s dreadful what a tyrant one still is, in spite of all one s efforts. One tries to lead a decent life, but one can t. Of course, directly one thinks of it, one sees that _all_ squares should be open to _every one_. Is there any society with that object, Mr. Clacton? If not, there... | fiercely at Katharine, giving her short locks a little shake.<|quote|>"It s dreadful what a tyrant one still is, in spite of all one s efforts. One tries to lead a decent life, but one can t. Of course, directly one thinks of it, one sees that _all_ squares should be open to _every one_. Is there any society with that ... | to give up going into the square," she proceeded, wrinkling her forehead. "The injustice of it! Why should I have a beautiful square all to myself, when poor women who need rest have nowhere at all to sit?" She looked fiercely at Katharine, giving her short locks a little shake.<|quote|>"It s dreadful what a tyrant one... | who had convenient tricks. "Yes, I took my little bag into the square," said Mrs. Seal, with the self-conscious guilt of a child owning some fault to its elders. "It was really very sustaining, and the bare boughs against the sky do one so much _good_. But I shall have to give up going into the square," she proceeded, ... | throat, looking alternately at Katharine and Mary, and shaking her head as she did so. Then she remarked, rather confidentially to Katharine, with a little nod in Mary s direction: "She s doing more for the cause than any of us. She s giving her youth for, alas! when I was young there were domestic circumstances" she s... | Mary cut her short. "We don t allow shop at tea, Sally," she said firmly. "We fine her a penny each time she forgets, and the fines go to buying a plum cake," she explained, seeking to draw Katharine into the community. She had given up all hope of impressing her. "I m sorry, I m sorry," Mrs. Seal apologized. "It s my ... | why she had come. She looked, indeed, to Mary s eyes strangely out of place in the office. Her figure in the long cloak, which took deep folds, and her face, which was composed into a mask of sensitive apprehension, disturbed Mary for a moment with a sense of the presence of some one who was of another world, and, ther... | a typewritten letter in his hand, which he was reading aloud. "Salford s affiliated," he said. "Well done, Salford!" Mrs. Seal exclaimed enthusiastically, thumping the teapot which she held upon the table, in token of applause. "Yes, these provincial centers seem to be coming into line at last," said Mr. Clacton, and t... | Night And Day |
"A most excellent object," | Mr. Clacton | not, there should be, surely."<|quote|>"A most excellent object,"</|quote|>said Mr. Clacton in his | that object, Mr. Clacton? If not, there should be, surely."<|quote|>"A most excellent object,"</|quote|>said Mr. Clacton in his professional manner. "At the same | spite of all one s efforts. One tries to lead a decent life, but one can t. Of course, directly one thinks of it, one sees that _all_ squares should be open to _every one_. Is there any society with that object, Mr. Clacton? If not, there should be, surely."<|quote|>"A most excellent object,"</|quote|>said Mr. Clacton ... | her forehead. "The injustice of it! Why should I have a beautiful square all to myself, when poor women who need rest have nowhere at all to sit?" She looked fiercely at Katharine, giving her short locks a little shake. "It s dreadful what a tyrant one still is, in spite of all one s efforts. One tries to lead a decent... | short. Mr. Clacton hastily reverted to the joke about luncheon, and explained how Mrs. Seal fed on a bag of biscuits under the trees, whatever the weather might be, rather, Katharine thought, as though Mrs. Seal were a pet dog who had convenient tricks. "Yes, I took my little bag into the square," said Mrs. Seal, with ... | "It s my misfortune to be an enthusiast," she said, turning to Katharine. "My father s daughter could hardly be anything else. I think I ve been on as many committees as most people. Waifs and Strays, Rescue Work, Church Work, C. O. S. local branch besides the usual civic duties which fall to one as a householder. But ... | therefore, subversive of her world. She became immediately anxious that Katharine should be impressed by the importance of her world, and hoped that neither Mrs. Seal nor Mr. Clacton would appear until the impression of importance had been received. But in this she was disappointed. Mrs. Seal burst into the room holdin... | at last," said Mr. Clacton, and then Mary introduced him to Miss Hilbery, and he asked her, in a very formal manner, if she were interested "in our work." "And the proofs still not come?" said Mrs. Seal, putting both her elbows on the table, and propping her chin on her hands, as Mary began to pour out tea. "It s too b... | Night And Day |
said Mr. Clacton in his professional manner. | No speaker | surely." "A most excellent object,"<|quote|>said Mr. Clacton in his professional manner.</|quote|>"At the same time, one | If not, there should be, surely." "A most excellent object,"<|quote|>said Mr. Clacton in his professional manner.</|quote|>"At the same time, one must deplore the ramification of | s efforts. One tries to lead a decent life, but one can t. Of course, directly one thinks of it, one sees that _all_ squares should be open to _every one_. Is there any society with that object, Mr. Clacton? If not, there should be, surely." "A most excellent object,"<|quote|>said Mr. Clacton in his professional manner... | of it! Why should I have a beautiful square all to myself, when poor women who need rest have nowhere at all to sit?" She looked fiercely at Katharine, giving her short locks a little shake. "It s dreadful what a tyrant one still is, in spite of all one s efforts. One tries to lead a decent life, but one can t. Of cour... | reverted to the joke about luncheon, and explained how Mrs. Seal fed on a bag of biscuits under the trees, whatever the weather might be, rather, Katharine thought, as though Mrs. Seal were a pet dog who had convenient tricks. "Yes, I took my little bag into the square," said Mrs. Seal, with the self-conscious guilt of... | to be an enthusiast," she said, turning to Katharine. "My father s daughter could hardly be anything else. I think I ve been on as many committees as most people. Waifs and Strays, Rescue Work, Church Work, C. O. S. local branch besides the usual civic duties which fall to one as a householder. But I ve given them all ... | world. She became immediately anxious that Katharine should be impressed by the importance of her world, and hoped that neither Mrs. Seal nor Mr. Clacton would appear until the impression of importance had been received. But in this she was disappointed. Mrs. Seal burst into the room holding a kettle in her hand, which... | Miss Hilbery, and he asked her, in a very formal manner, if she were interested "in our work." "And the proofs still not come?" said Mrs. Seal, putting both her elbows on the table, and propping her chin on her hands, as Mary began to pour out tea. "It s too bad too bad. At this rate we shall miss the country post. Whi... | Night And Day |
"At the same time, one must deplore the ramification of organizations, Mrs. Seal. So much excellent effort thrown away, not to speak of pounds, shillings, and pence. Now how many organizations of a philanthropic nature do you suppose there are in the City of London itself, Miss Hilbery?" | Mr. Clacton | Clacton in his professional manner.<|quote|>"At the same time, one must deplore the ramification of organizations, Mrs. Seal. So much excellent effort thrown away, not to speak of pounds, shillings, and pence. Now how many organizations of a philanthropic nature do you suppose there are in the City of London itself, Mi... | most excellent object," said Mr. Clacton in his professional manner.<|quote|>"At the same time, one must deplore the ramification of organizations, Mrs. Seal. So much excellent effort thrown away, not to speak of pounds, shillings, and pence. Now how many organizations of a philanthropic nature do you suppose there are... | decent life, but one can t. Of course, directly one thinks of it, one sees that _all_ squares should be open to _every one_. Is there any society with that object, Mr. Clacton? If not, there should be, surely." "A most excellent object," said Mr. Clacton in his professional manner.<|quote|>"At the same time, one must d... | beautiful square all to myself, when poor women who need rest have nowhere at all to sit?" She looked fiercely at Katharine, giving her short locks a little shake. "It s dreadful what a tyrant one still is, in spite of all one s efforts. One tries to lead a decent life, but one can t. Of course, directly one thinks of ... | explained how Mrs. Seal fed on a bag of biscuits under the trees, whatever the weather might be, rather, Katharine thought, as though Mrs. Seal were a pet dog who had convenient tricks. "Yes, I took my little bag into the square," said Mrs. Seal, with the self-conscious guilt of a child owning some fault to its elders.... | to Katharine. "My father s daughter could hardly be anything else. I think I ve been on as many committees as most people. Waifs and Strays, Rescue Work, Church Work, C. O. S. local branch besides the usual civic duties which fall to one as a householder. But I ve given them all up for our work here, and I don t regret... | should be impressed by the importance of her world, and hoped that neither Mrs. Seal nor Mr. Clacton would appear until the impression of importance had been received. But in this she was disappointed. Mrs. Seal burst into the room holding a kettle in her hand, which she set upon the stove, and then, with inefficient h... | the country post. Which reminds me, Mr. Clacton, don t you think we should circularize the provinces with Partridge s last speech? What? You ve not read it? Oh, it s the best thing they ve had in the House this Session. Even the Prime Minister" But Mary cut her short. "We don t allow shop at tea, Sally," she said firml... | Night And Day |
he added, screwing his mouth into a queer little smile, as if to show that the question had its frivolous side. Katharine smiled, too. Her unlikeness to the rest of them had, by this time, penetrated to Mr. Clacton, who was not naturally observant, and he was wondering who she was; this same unlikeness had subtly stimu... | No speaker | of London itself, Miss Hilbery?"<|quote|>he added, screwing his mouth into a queer little smile, as if to show that the question had its frivolous side. Katharine smiled, too. Her unlikeness to the rest of them had, by this time, penetrated to Mr. Clacton, who was not naturally observant, and he was wondering who she w... | there are in the City of London itself, Miss Hilbery?"<|quote|>he added, screwing his mouth into a queer little smile, as if to show that the question had its frivolous side. Katharine smiled, too. Her unlikeness to the rest of them had, by this time, penetrated to Mr. Clacton, who was not naturally observant, and he w... | professional manner. "At the same time, one must deplore the ramification of organizations, Mrs. Seal. So much excellent effort thrown away, not to speak of pounds, shillings, and pence. Now how many organizations of a philanthropic nature do you suppose there are in the City of London itself, Miss Hilbery?"<|quote|>he... | lead a decent life, but one can t. Of course, directly one thinks of it, one sees that _all_ squares should be open to _every one_. Is there any society with that object, Mr. Clacton? If not, there should be, surely." "A most excellent object," said Mr. Clacton in his professional manner. "At the same time, one must de... | guilt of a child owning some fault to its elders. "It was really very sustaining, and the bare boughs against the sky do one so much _good_. But I shall have to give up going into the square," she proceeded, wrinkling her forehead. "The injustice of it! Why should I have a beautiful square all to myself, when poor wome... | I ve given them all up for our work here, and I don t regret it for a second," she added. "This is the root question, I feel; until women have votes" "It ll be sixpence, at least, Sally," said Mary, bringing her fist down on the table. "And we re all sick to death of women and their votes." Mrs. Seal looked for a momen... | set upon the stove, and then, with inefficient haste, she set light to the gas, which flared up, exploded, and went out. "Always the way, always the way," she muttered. "Kit Markham is the only person who knows how to deal with the thing." Mary had to go to her help, and together they spread the table, and apologized f... | as though she could hardly believe her ears, and made a deprecating "tut-tut-tut" in her throat, looking alternately at Katharine and Mary, and shaking her head as she did so. Then she remarked, rather confidentially to Katharine, with a little nod in Mary s direction: "She s doing more for the cause than any of us. Sh... | Night And Day |
"Well, there are more in this house than I d any notion of," | Katharine Hilbery | silence of one who criticizes.<|quote|>"Well, there are more in this house than I d any notion of,"</|quote|>she said. "On the ground | thoughtful, seemed to Mary the silence of one who criticizes.<|quote|>"Well, there are more in this house than I d any notion of,"</|quote|>she said. "On the ground floor you protect natives, on | a convert of her. Mary, too, looked at her almost as if she begged her to make things easy. For Katharine had shown no disposition to make things easy. She had scarcely spoken, and her silence, though grave and even thoughtful, seemed to Mary the silence of one who criticizes.<|quote|>"Well, there are more in this hous... | show that the question had its frivolous side. Katharine smiled, too. Her unlikeness to the rest of them had, by this time, penetrated to Mr. Clacton, who was not naturally observant, and he was wondering who she was; this same unlikeness had subtly stimulated Mrs. Seal to try and make a convert of her. Mary, too, look... | of it, one sees that _all_ squares should be open to _every one_. Is there any society with that object, Mr. Clacton? If not, there should be, surely." "A most excellent object," said Mr. Clacton in his professional manner. "At the same time, one must deplore the ramification of organizations, Mrs. Seal. So much excell... | doing more for the cause than any of us. She s giving her youth for, alas! when I was young there were domestic circumstances" she sighed, and stopped short. Mr. Clacton hastily reverted to the joke about luncheon, and explained how Mrs. Seal fed on a bag of biscuits under the trees, whatever the weather might be, rath... | and came in, holding a typewritten letter in his hand, which he was reading aloud. "Salford s affiliated," he said. "Well done, Salford!" Mrs. Seal exclaimed enthusiastically, thumping the teapot which she held upon the table, in token of applause. "Yes, these provincial centers seem to be coming into line at last," sa... | at Katharine, giving her short locks a little shake. "It s dreadful what a tyrant one still is, in spite of all one s efforts. One tries to lead a decent life, but one can t. Of course, directly one thinks of it, one sees that _all_ squares should be open to _every one_. Is there any society with that object, Mr. Clact... | Night And Day |
she said. | No speaker | I d any notion of,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"On the ground floor you | more in this house than I d any notion of,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"On the ground floor you protect natives, on the next | begged her to make things easy. For Katharine had shown no disposition to make things easy. She had scarcely spoken, and her silence, though grave and even thoughtful, seemed to Mary the silence of one who criticizes. "Well, there are more in this house than I d any notion of,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"On the ground... | to the rest of them had, by this time, penetrated to Mr. Clacton, who was not naturally observant, and he was wondering who she was; this same unlikeness had subtly stimulated Mrs. Seal to try and make a convert of her. Mary, too, looked at her almost as if she begged her to make things easy. For Katharine had shown no... | Is there any society with that object, Mr. Clacton? If not, there should be, surely." "A most excellent object," said Mr. Clacton in his professional manner. "At the same time, one must deplore the ramification of organizations, Mrs. Seal. So much excellent effort thrown away, not to speak of pounds, shillings, and pen... | youth for, alas! when I was young there were domestic circumstances" she sighed, and stopped short. Mr. Clacton hastily reverted to the joke about luncheon, and explained how Mrs. Seal fed on a bag of biscuits under the trees, whatever the weather might be, rather, Katharine thought, as though Mrs. Seal were a pet dog ... | reading aloud. "Salford s affiliated," he said. "Well done, Salford!" Mrs. Seal exclaimed enthusiastically, thumping the teapot which she held upon the table, in token of applause. "Yes, these provincial centers seem to be coming into line at last," said Mr. Clacton, and then Mary introduced him to Miss Hilbery, and he... | for the cause than any of us. She s giving her youth for, alas! when I was young there were domestic circumstances" she sighed, and stopped short. Mr. Clacton hastily reverted to the joke about luncheon, and explained how Mrs. Seal fed on a bag of biscuits under the trees, whatever the weather might be, rather, Kathari... | Night And Day |
"On the ground floor you protect natives, on the next you emigrate women and tell people to eat nuts" | Katharine Hilbery | any notion of," she said.<|quote|>"On the ground floor you protect natives, on the next you emigrate women and tell people to eat nuts"</|quote|>"Why do you say that | this house than I d any notion of," she said.<|quote|>"On the ground floor you protect natives, on the next you emigrate women and tell people to eat nuts"</|quote|>"Why do you say that we do these things?" Mary | to make things easy. For Katharine had shown no disposition to make things easy. She had scarcely spoken, and her silence, though grave and even thoughtful, seemed to Mary the silence of one who criticizes. "Well, there are more in this house than I d any notion of," she said.<|quote|>"On the ground floor you protect n... | rest of them had, by this time, penetrated to Mr. Clacton, who was not naturally observant, and he was wondering who she was; this same unlikeness had subtly stimulated Mrs. Seal to try and make a convert of her. Mary, too, looked at her almost as if she begged her to make things easy. For Katharine had shown no dispos... | any society with that object, Mr. Clacton? If not, there should be, surely." "A most excellent object," said Mr. Clacton in his professional manner. "At the same time, one must deplore the ramification of organizations, Mrs. Seal. So much excellent effort thrown away, not to speak of pounds, shillings, and pence. Now h... | alas! when I was young there were domestic circumstances" she sighed, and stopped short. Mr. Clacton hastily reverted to the joke about luncheon, and explained how Mrs. Seal fed on a bag of biscuits under the trees, whatever the weather might be, rather, Katharine thought, as though Mrs. Seal were a pet dog who had con... | "Salford s affiliated," he said. "Well done, Salford!" Mrs. Seal exclaimed enthusiastically, thumping the teapot which she held upon the table, in token of applause. "Yes, these provincial centers seem to be coming into line at last," said Mr. Clacton, and then Mary introduced him to Miss Hilbery, and he asked her, in ... | regret it for a second," she added. "This is the root question, I feel; until women have votes" "It ll be sixpence, at least, Sally," said Mary, bringing her fist down on the table. "And we re all sick to death of women and their votes." Mrs. Seal looked for a moment as though she could hardly believe her ears, and mad... | Night And Day |
"Why do you say that we do these things?" | Mary Datchet | tell people to eat nuts"<|quote|>"Why do you say that we do these things?"</|quote|>Mary interposed, rather sharply. "We | next you emigrate women and tell people to eat nuts"<|quote|>"Why do you say that we do these things?"</|quote|>Mary interposed, rather sharply. "We re not responsible for all | her silence, though grave and even thoughtful, seemed to Mary the silence of one who criticizes. "Well, there are more in this house than I d any notion of," she said. "On the ground floor you protect natives, on the next you emigrate women and tell people to eat nuts"<|quote|>"Why do you say that we do these things?"<... | wondering who she was; this same unlikeness had subtly stimulated Mrs. Seal to try and make a convert of her. Mary, too, looked at her almost as if she begged her to make things easy. For Katharine had shown no disposition to make things easy. She had scarcely spoken, and her silence, though grave and even thoughtful, ... | Clacton in his professional manner. "At the same time, one must deplore the ramification of organizations, Mrs. Seal. So much excellent effort thrown away, not to speak of pounds, shillings, and pence. Now how many organizations of a philanthropic nature do you suppose there are in the City of London itself, Miss Hilbe... | the joke about luncheon, and explained how Mrs. Seal fed on a bag of biscuits under the trees, whatever the weather might be, rather, Katharine thought, as though Mrs. Seal were a pet dog who had convenient tricks. "Yes, I took my little bag into the square," said Mrs. Seal, with the self-conscious guilt of a child own... | the table, in token of applause. "Yes, these provincial centers seem to be coming into line at last," said Mr. Clacton, and then Mary introduced him to Miss Hilbery, and he asked her, in a very formal manner, if she were interested "in our work." "And the proofs still not come?" said Mrs. Seal, putting both her elbows ... | "She s doing more for the cause than any of us. She s giving her youth for, alas! when I was young there were domestic circumstances" she sighed, and stopped short. Mr. Clacton hastily reverted to the joke about luncheon, and explained how Mrs. Seal fed on a bag of biscuits under the trees, whatever the weather might b... | Night And Day |
Mary interposed, rather sharply. | No speaker | that we do these things?"<|quote|>Mary interposed, rather sharply.</|quote|>"We re not responsible for | nuts" "Why do you say that we do these things?"<|quote|>Mary interposed, rather sharply.</|quote|>"We re not responsible for all the cranks who choose | Mary the silence of one who criticizes. "Well, there are more in this house than I d any notion of," she said. "On the ground floor you protect natives, on the next you emigrate women and tell people to eat nuts" "Why do you say that we do these things?"<|quote|>Mary interposed, rather sharply.</|quote|>"We re not resp... | stimulated Mrs. Seal to try and make a convert of her. Mary, too, looked at her almost as if she begged her to make things easy. For Katharine had shown no disposition to make things easy. She had scarcely spoken, and her silence, though grave and even thoughtful, seemed to Mary the silence of one who criticizes. "Well... | one must deplore the ramification of organizations, Mrs. Seal. So much excellent effort thrown away, not to speak of pounds, shillings, and pence. Now how many organizations of a philanthropic nature do you suppose there are in the City of London itself, Miss Hilbery?" he added, screwing his mouth into a queer little s... | fed on a bag of biscuits under the trees, whatever the weather might be, rather, Katharine thought, as though Mrs. Seal were a pet dog who had convenient tricks. "Yes, I took my little bag into the square," said Mrs. Seal, with the self-conscious guilt of a child owning some fault to its elders. "It was really very sus... | centers seem to be coming into line at last," said Mr. Clacton, and then Mary introduced him to Miss Hilbery, and he asked her, in a very formal manner, if she were interested "in our work." "And the proofs still not come?" said Mrs. Seal, putting both her elbows on the table, and propping her chin on her hands, as Mar... | fiercely at Katharine, giving her short locks a little shake. "It s dreadful what a tyrant one still is, in spite of all one s efforts. One tries to lead a decent life, but one can t. Of course, directly one thinks of it, one sees that _all_ squares should be open to _every one_. Is there any society with that object, ... | Night And Day |
"We re not responsible for all the cranks who choose to lodge in the same house with us." | Mary Datchet | things?" Mary interposed, rather sharply.<|quote|>"We re not responsible for all the cranks who choose to lodge in the same house with us."</|quote|>Mr. Clacton cleared his throat | say that we do these things?" Mary interposed, rather sharply.<|quote|>"We re not responsible for all the cranks who choose to lodge in the same house with us."</|quote|>Mr. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at each of | one who criticizes. "Well, there are more in this house than I d any notion of," she said. "On the ground floor you protect natives, on the next you emigrate women and tell people to eat nuts" "Why do you say that we do these things?" Mary interposed, rather sharply.<|quote|>"We re not responsible for all the cranks wh... | try and make a convert of her. Mary, too, looked at her almost as if she begged her to make things easy. For Katharine had shown no disposition to make things easy. She had scarcely spoken, and her silence, though grave and even thoughtful, seemed to Mary the silence of one who criticizes. "Well, there are more in this... | ramification of organizations, Mrs. Seal. So much excellent effort thrown away, not to speak of pounds, shillings, and pence. Now how many organizations of a philanthropic nature do you suppose there are in the City of London itself, Miss Hilbery?" he added, screwing his mouth into a queer little smile, as if to show t... | of biscuits under the trees, whatever the weather might be, rather, Katharine thought, as though Mrs. Seal were a pet dog who had convenient tricks. "Yes, I took my little bag into the square," said Mrs. Seal, with the self-conscious guilt of a child owning some fault to its elders. "It was really very sustaining, and ... | coming into line at last," said Mr. Clacton, and then Mary introduced him to Miss Hilbery, and he asked her, in a very formal manner, if she were interested "in our work." "And the proofs still not come?" said Mrs. Seal, putting both her elbows on the table, and propping her chin on her hands, as Mary began to pour out... | it, one sees that _all_ squares should be open to _every one_. Is there any society with that object, Mr. Clacton? If not, there should be, surely." "A most excellent object," said Mr. Clacton in his professional manner. "At the same time, one must deplore the ramification of organizations, Mrs. Seal. So much excellent... | Night And Day |
Mr. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at each of the young ladies in turn. He was a good deal struck by the appearance and manner of Miss Hilbery, which seemed to him to place her among those cultivated and luxurious people of whom he used to dream. Mary, on the other hand, was more of his own sort, and a little to... | No speaker | the same house with us."<|quote|>Mr. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at each of the young ladies in turn. He was a good deal struck by the appearance and manner of Miss Hilbery, which seemed to him to place her among those cultivated and luxurious people of whom he used to dream. Mary, on the other hand, was more... | who choose to lodge in the same house with us."<|quote|>Mr. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at each of the young ladies in turn. He was a good deal struck by the appearance and manner of Miss Hilbery, which seemed to him to place her among those cultivated and luxurious people of whom he used to dream. Mary, on t... | "On the ground floor you protect natives, on the next you emigrate women and tell people to eat nuts" "Why do you say that we do these things?" Mary interposed, rather sharply. "We re not responsible for all the cranks who choose to lodge in the same house with us."<|quote|>Mr. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at ... | to make things easy. For Katharine had shown no disposition to make things easy. She had scarcely spoken, and her silence, though grave and even thoughtful, seemed to Mary the silence of one who criticizes. "Well, there are more in this house than I d any notion of," she said. "On the ground floor you protect natives, ... | pence. Now how many organizations of a philanthropic nature do you suppose there are in the City of London itself, Miss Hilbery?" he added, screwing his mouth into a queer little smile, as if to show that the question had its frivolous side. Katharine smiled, too. Her unlikeness to the rest of them had, by this time, p... | a pet dog who had convenient tricks. "Yes, I took my little bag into the square," said Mrs. Seal, with the self-conscious guilt of a child owning some fault to its elders. "It was really very sustaining, and the bare boughs against the sky do one so much _good_. But I shall have to give up going into the square," she p... | asked her, in a very formal manner, if she were interested "in our work." "And the proofs still not come?" said Mrs. Seal, putting both her elbows on the table, and propping her chin on her hands, as Mary began to pour out tea. "It s too bad too bad. At this rate we shall miss the country post. Which reminds me, Mr. Cl... | one sees that _all_ squares should be open to _every one_. Is there any society with that object, Mr. Clacton? If not, there should be, surely." "A most excellent object," said Mr. Clacton in his professional manner. "At the same time, one must deplore the ramification of organizations, Mrs. Seal. So much excellent eff... | Night And Day |
"You don t belong to our society, then?" | Mrs. Seal | his mouth with incredible rapidity.<|quote|>"You don t belong to our society, then?"</|quote|>said Mrs. Seal. "No, I | biscuit and put them into his mouth with incredible rapidity.<|quote|>"You don t belong to our society, then?"</|quote|>said Mrs. Seal. "No, I m afraid I don t," | her among those cultivated and luxurious people of whom he used to dream. Mary, on the other hand, was more of his own sort, and a little too much inclined to order him about. He picked up crumbs of dry biscuit and put them into his mouth with incredible rapidity.<|quote|>"You don t belong to our society, then?"</|quot... | responsible for all the cranks who choose to lodge in the same house with us." Mr. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at each of the young ladies in turn. He was a good deal struck by the appearance and manner of Miss Hilbery, which seemed to him to place her among those cultivated and luxurious people of whom he us... | a convert of her. Mary, too, looked at her almost as if she begged her to make things easy. For Katharine had shown no disposition to make things easy. She had scarcely spoken, and her silence, though grave and even thoughtful, seemed to Mary the silence of one who criticizes. "Well, there are more in this house than I... | have nowhere at all to sit?" She looked fiercely at Katharine, giving her short locks a little shake. "It s dreadful what a tyrant one still is, in spite of all one s efforts. One tries to lead a decent life, but one can t. Of course, directly one thinks of it, one sees that _all_ squares should be open to _every one_.... | it s the best thing they ve had in the House this Session. Even the Prime Minister" But Mary cut her short. "We don t allow shop at tea, Sally," she said firmly. "We fine her a penny each time she forgets, and the fines go to buying a plum cake," she explained, seeking to draw Katharine into the community. She had give... | Clacton? If not, there should be, surely." "A most excellent object," said Mr. Clacton in his professional manner. "At the same time, one must deplore the ramification of organizations, Mrs. Seal. So much excellent effort thrown away, not to speak of pounds, shillings, and pence. Now how many organizations of a philant... | Night And Day |
said Mrs. Seal. | No speaker | belong to our society, then?"<|quote|>said Mrs. Seal.</|quote|>"No, I m afraid I | incredible rapidity. "You don t belong to our society, then?"<|quote|>said Mrs. Seal.</|quote|>"No, I m afraid I don t," said Katharine, with | whom he used to dream. Mary, on the other hand, was more of his own sort, and a little too much inclined to order him about. He picked up crumbs of dry biscuit and put them into his mouth with incredible rapidity. "You don t belong to our society, then?"<|quote|>said Mrs. Seal.</|quote|>"No, I m afraid I don t," said K... | lodge in the same house with us." Mr. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at each of the young ladies in turn. He was a good deal struck by the appearance and manner of Miss Hilbery, which seemed to him to place her among those cultivated and luxurious people of whom he used to dream. Mary, on the other hand, was mor... | her almost as if she begged her to make things easy. For Katharine had shown no disposition to make things easy. She had scarcely spoken, and her silence, though grave and even thoughtful, seemed to Mary the silence of one who criticizes. "Well, there are more in this house than I d any notion of," she said. "On the gr... | fiercely at Katharine, giving her short locks a little shake. "It s dreadful what a tyrant one still is, in spite of all one s efforts. One tries to lead a decent life, but one can t. Of course, directly one thinks of it, one sees that _all_ squares should be open to _every one_. Is there any society with that object, ... | in the House this Session. Even the Prime Minister" But Mary cut her short. "We don t allow shop at tea, Sally," she said firmly. "We fine her a penny each time she forgets, and the fines go to buying a plum cake," she explained, seeking to draw Katharine into the community. She had given up all hope of impressing her.... | smile, as if to show that the question had its frivolous side. Katharine smiled, too. Her unlikeness to the rest of them had, by this time, penetrated to Mr. Clacton, who was not naturally observant, and he was wondering who she was; this same unlikeness had subtly stimulated Mrs. Seal to try and make a convert of her.... | Night And Day |
"No, I m afraid I don t," | Katharine Hilbery | society, then?" said Mrs. Seal.<|quote|>"No, I m afraid I don t,"</|quote|>said Katharine, with such ready | don t belong to our society, then?" said Mrs. Seal.<|quote|>"No, I m afraid I don t,"</|quote|>said Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was | to dream. Mary, on the other hand, was more of his own sort, and a little too much inclined to order him about. He picked up crumbs of dry biscuit and put them into his mouth with incredible rapidity. "You don t belong to our society, then?" said Mrs. Seal.<|quote|>"No, I m afraid I don t,"</|quote|>said Katharine, wit... | same house with us." Mr. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at each of the young ladies in turn. He was a good deal struck by the appearance and manner of Miss Hilbery, which seemed to him to place her among those cultivated and luxurious people of whom he used to dream. Mary, on the other hand, was more of his own ... | if she begged her to make things easy. For Katharine had shown no disposition to make things easy. She had scarcely spoken, and her silence, though grave and even thoughtful, seemed to Mary the silence of one who criticizes. "Well, there are more in this house than I d any notion of," she said. "On the ground floor you... | giving her short locks a little shake. "It s dreadful what a tyrant one still is, in spite of all one s efforts. One tries to lead a decent life, but one can t. Of course, directly one thinks of it, one sees that _all_ squares should be open to _every one_. Is there any society with that object, Mr. Clacton? If not, th... | this Session. Even the Prime Minister" But Mary cut her short. "We don t allow shop at tea, Sally," she said firmly. "We fine her a penny each time she forgets, and the fines go to buying a plum cake," she explained, seeking to draw Katharine into the community. She had given up all hope of impressing her. "I m sorry, ... | subtly stimulated Mrs. Seal to try and make a convert of her. Mary, too, looked at her almost as if she begged her to make things easy. For Katharine had shown no disposition to make things easy. She had scarcely spoken, and her silence, though grave and even thoughtful, seemed to Mary the silence of one who criticizes... | Night And Day |
said Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was nonplussed, and stared at her with a puzzled expression, as if she could not classify her among the varieties of human beings known to her. | No speaker | m afraid I don t,"<|quote|>said Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was nonplussed, and stared at her with a puzzled expression, as if she could not classify her among the varieties of human beings known to her.</|quote|>"But surely," she began. "Mrs. | said Mrs. Seal. "No, I m afraid I don t,"<|quote|>said Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was nonplussed, and stared at her with a puzzled expression, as if she could not classify her among the varieties of human beings known to her.</|quote|>"But surely," she began. "Mrs. Seal is an enthusiast in | was more of his own sort, and a little too much inclined to order him about. He picked up crumbs of dry biscuit and put them into his mouth with incredible rapidity. "You don t belong to our society, then?" said Mrs. Seal. "No, I m afraid I don t,"<|quote|>said Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was nonpl... | his throat and looked at each of the young ladies in turn. He was a good deal struck by the appearance and manner of Miss Hilbery, which seemed to him to place her among those cultivated and luxurious people of whom he used to dream. Mary, on the other hand, was more of his own sort, and a little too much inclined to o... | easy. For Katharine had shown no disposition to make things easy. She had scarcely spoken, and her silence, though grave and even thoughtful, seemed to Mary the silence of one who criticizes. "Well, there are more in this house than I d any notion of," she said. "On the ground floor you protect natives, on the next you... | "It s dreadful what a tyrant one still is, in spite of all one s efforts. One tries to lead a decent life, but one can t. Of course, directly one thinks of it, one sees that _all_ squares should be open to _every one_. Is there any society with that object, Mr. Clacton? If not, there should be, surely." "A most excelle... | Mary cut her short. "We don t allow shop at tea, Sally," she said firmly. "We fine her a penny each time she forgets, and the fines go to buying a plum cake," she explained, seeking to draw Katharine into the community. She had given up all hope of impressing her. "I m sorry, I m sorry," Mrs. Seal apologized. "It s my ... | its frivolous side. Katharine smiled, too. Her unlikeness to the rest of them had, by this time, penetrated to Mr. Clacton, who was not naturally observant, and he was wondering who she was; this same unlikeness had subtly stimulated Mrs. Seal to try and make a convert of her. Mary, too, looked at her almost as if she ... | Night And Day |
"But surely," | Mrs. Seal | human beings known to her.<|quote|>"But surely,"</|quote|>she began. "Mrs. Seal is | her among the varieties of human beings known to her.<|quote|>"But surely,"</|quote|>she began. "Mrs. Seal is an enthusiast in these matters," | belong to our society, then?" said Mrs. Seal. "No, I m afraid I don t," said Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was nonplussed, and stared at her with a puzzled expression, as if she could not classify her among the varieties of human beings known to her.<|quote|>"But surely,"</|quote|>she began. "Mrs. Se... | cultivated and luxurious people of whom he used to dream. Mary, on the other hand, was more of his own sort, and a little too much inclined to order him about. He picked up crumbs of dry biscuit and put them into his mouth with incredible rapidity. "You don t belong to our society, then?" said Mrs. Seal. "No, I m afrai... | more in this house than I d any notion of," she said. "On the ground floor you protect natives, on the next you emigrate women and tell people to eat nuts" "Why do you say that we do these things?" Mary interposed, rather sharply. "We re not responsible for all the cranks who choose to lodge in the same house with us."... | sees that _all_ squares should be open to _every one_. Is there any society with that object, Mr. Clacton? If not, there should be, surely." "A most excellent object," said Mr. Clacton in his professional manner. "At the same time, one must deplore the ramification of organizations, Mrs. Seal. So much excellent effort ... | seeking to draw Katharine into the community. She had given up all hope of impressing her. "I m sorry, I m sorry," Mrs. Seal apologized. "It s my misfortune to be an enthusiast," she said, turning to Katharine. "My father s daughter could hardly be anything else. I think I ve been on as many committees as most people. ... | try and make a convert of her. Mary, too, looked at her almost as if she begged her to make things easy. For Katharine had shown no disposition to make things easy. She had scarcely spoken, and her silence, though grave and even thoughtful, seemed to Mary the silence of one who criticizes. "Well, there are more in this... | Night And Day |
she began. | No speaker | known to her. "But surely,"<|quote|>she began.</|quote|>"Mrs. Seal is an enthusiast | the varieties of human beings known to her. "But surely,"<|quote|>she began.</|quote|>"Mrs. Seal is an enthusiast in these matters," said Mr. | our society, then?" said Mrs. Seal. "No, I m afraid I don t," said Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was nonplussed, and stared at her with a puzzled expression, as if she could not classify her among the varieties of human beings known to her. "But surely,"<|quote|>she began.</|quote|>"Mrs. Seal is an e... | luxurious people of whom he used to dream. Mary, on the other hand, was more of his own sort, and a little too much inclined to order him about. He picked up crumbs of dry biscuit and put them into his mouth with incredible rapidity. "You don t belong to our society, then?" said Mrs. Seal. "No, I m afraid I don t," sai... | this house than I d any notion of," she said. "On the ground floor you protect natives, on the next you emigrate women and tell people to eat nuts" "Why do you say that we do these things?" Mary interposed, rather sharply. "We re not responsible for all the cranks who choose to lodge in the same house with us." Mr. Cla... | _all_ squares should be open to _every one_. Is there any society with that object, Mr. Clacton? If not, there should be, surely." "A most excellent object," said Mr. Clacton in his professional manner. "At the same time, one must deplore the ramification of organizations, Mrs. Seal. So much excellent effort thrown awa... | draw Katharine into the community. She had given up all hope of impressing her. "I m sorry, I m sorry," Mrs. Seal apologized. "It s my misfortune to be an enthusiast," she said, turning to Katharine. "My father s daughter could hardly be anything else. I think I ve been on as many committees as most people. Waifs and S... | all to myself, when poor women who need rest have nowhere at all to sit?" She looked fiercely at Katharine, giving her short locks a little shake. "It s dreadful what a tyrant one still is, in spite of all one s efforts. One tries to lead a decent life, but one can t. Of course, directly one thinks of it, one sees that... | Night And Day |
"Mrs. Seal is an enthusiast in these matters," | Mr. Clacton | her. "But surely," she began.<|quote|>"Mrs. Seal is an enthusiast in these matters,"</|quote|>said Mr. Clacton, almost apologetically. | of human beings known to her. "But surely," she began.<|quote|>"Mrs. Seal is an enthusiast in these matters,"</|quote|>said Mr. Clacton, almost apologetically. "We have to remind her | then?" said Mrs. Seal. "No, I m afraid I don t," said Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was nonplussed, and stared at her with a puzzled expression, as if she could not classify her among the varieties of human beings known to her. "But surely," she began.<|quote|>"Mrs. Seal is an enthusiast in these mat... | of whom he used to dream. Mary, on the other hand, was more of his own sort, and a little too much inclined to order him about. He picked up crumbs of dry biscuit and put them into his mouth with incredible rapidity. "You don t belong to our society, then?" said Mrs. Seal. "No, I m afraid I don t," said Katharine, with... | than I d any notion of," she said. "On the ground floor you protect natives, on the next you emigrate women and tell people to eat nuts" "Why do you say that we do these things?" Mary interposed, rather sharply. "We re not responsible for all the cranks who choose to lodge in the same house with us." Mr. Clacton cleare... | should be open to _every one_. Is there any society with that object, Mr. Clacton? If not, there should be, surely." "A most excellent object," said Mr. Clacton in his professional manner. "At the same time, one must deplore the ramification of organizations, Mrs. Seal. So much excellent effort thrown away, not to spea... | into the community. She had given up all hope of impressing her. "I m sorry, I m sorry," Mrs. Seal apologized. "It s my misfortune to be an enthusiast," she said, turning to Katharine. "My father s daughter could hardly be anything else. I think I ve been on as many committees as most people. Waifs and Strays, Rescue W... | on a bag of biscuits under the trees, whatever the weather might be, rather, Katharine thought, as though Mrs. Seal were a pet dog who had convenient tricks. "Yes, I took my little bag into the square," said Mrs. Seal, with the self-conscious guilt of a child owning some fault to its elders. "It was really very sustain... | Night And Day |
said Mr. Clacton, almost apologetically. | No speaker | an enthusiast in these matters,"<|quote|>said Mr. Clacton, almost apologetically.</|quote|>"We have to remind her | she began. "Mrs. Seal is an enthusiast in these matters,"<|quote|>said Mr. Clacton, almost apologetically.</|quote|>"We have to remind her sometimes that others have a | I don t," said Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was nonplussed, and stared at her with a puzzled expression, as if she could not classify her among the varieties of human beings known to her. "But surely," she began. "Mrs. Seal is an enthusiast in these matters,"<|quote|>said Mr. Clacton, almost apologe... | the other hand, was more of his own sort, and a little too much inclined to order him about. He picked up crumbs of dry biscuit and put them into his mouth with incredible rapidity. "You don t belong to our society, then?" said Mrs. Seal. "No, I m afraid I don t," said Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal w... | "On the ground floor you protect natives, on the next you emigrate women and tell people to eat nuts" "Why do you say that we do these things?" Mary interposed, rather sharply. "We re not responsible for all the cranks who choose to lodge in the same house with us." Mr. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at each of ... | any society with that object, Mr. Clacton? If not, there should be, surely." "A most excellent object," said Mr. Clacton in his professional manner. "At the same time, one must deplore the ramification of organizations, Mrs. Seal. So much excellent effort thrown away, not to speak of pounds, shillings, and pence. Now h... | hope of impressing her. "I m sorry, I m sorry," Mrs. Seal apologized. "It s my misfortune to be an enthusiast," she said, turning to Katharine. "My father s daughter could hardly be anything else. I think I ve been on as many committees as most people. Waifs and Strays, Rescue Work, Church Work, C. O. S. local branch b... | if she begged her to make things easy. For Katharine had shown no disposition to make things easy. She had scarcely spoken, and her silence, though grave and even thoughtful, seemed to Mary the silence of one who criticizes. "Well, there are more in this house than I d any notion of," she said. "On the ground floor you... | Night And Day |
"We have to remind her sometimes that others have a right to their views even if they differ from our own...." | Mr. Clacton | said Mr. Clacton, almost apologetically.<|quote|>"We have to remind her sometimes that others have a right to their views even if they differ from our own...."</|quote|>"Punch" "has a very funny | an enthusiast in these matters," said Mr. Clacton, almost apologetically.<|quote|>"We have to remind her sometimes that others have a right to their views even if they differ from our own...."</|quote|>"Punch" "has a very funny picture this week, about a | with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was nonplussed, and stared at her with a puzzled expression, as if she could not classify her among the varieties of human beings known to her. "But surely," she began. "Mrs. Seal is an enthusiast in these matters," said Mr. Clacton, almost apologetically.<|quote|>"We have to remin... | of his own sort, and a little too much inclined to order him about. He picked up crumbs of dry biscuit and put them into his mouth with incredible rapidity. "You don t belong to our society, then?" said Mrs. Seal. "No, I m afraid I don t," said Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was nonplussed, and stared... | protect natives, on the next you emigrate women and tell people to eat nuts" "Why do you say that we do these things?" Mary interposed, rather sharply. "We re not responsible for all the cranks who choose to lodge in the same house with us." Mr. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at each of the young ladies in turn.... | Mr. Clacton? If not, there should be, surely." "A most excellent object," said Mr. Clacton in his professional manner. "At the same time, one must deplore the ramification of organizations, Mrs. Seal. So much excellent effort thrown away, not to speak of pounds, shillings, and pence. Now how many organizations of a phi... | m sorry, I m sorry," Mrs. Seal apologized. "It s my misfortune to be an enthusiast," she said, turning to Katharine. "My father s daughter could hardly be anything else. I think I ve been on as many committees as most people. Waifs and Strays, Rescue Work, Church Work, C. O. S. local branch besides the usual civic duti... | she sighed, and stopped short. Mr. Clacton hastily reverted to the joke about luncheon, and explained how Mrs. Seal fed on a bag of biscuits under the trees, whatever the weather might be, rather, Katharine thought, as though Mrs. Seal were a pet dog who had convenient tricks. "Yes, I took my little bag into the square... | Night And Day |
"Punch" | No speaker | they differ from our own...."<|quote|>"Punch"</|quote|>"has a very funny picture | to their views even if they differ from our own...."<|quote|>"Punch"</|quote|>"has a very funny picture this week, about a Suffragist | not classify her among the varieties of human beings known to her. "But surely," she began. "Mrs. Seal is an enthusiast in these matters," said Mr. Clacton, almost apologetically. "We have to remind her sometimes that others have a right to their views even if they differ from our own...."<|quote|>"Punch"</|quote|>"has... | and put them into his mouth with incredible rapidity. "You don t belong to our society, then?" said Mrs. Seal. "No, I m afraid I don t," said Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was nonplussed, and stared at her with a puzzled expression, as if she could not classify her among the varieties of human beings... | these things?" Mary interposed, rather sharply. "We re not responsible for all the cranks who choose to lodge in the same house with us." Mr. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at each of the young ladies in turn. He was a good deal struck by the appearance and manner of Miss Hilbery, which seemed to him to place he... | same time, one must deplore the ramification of organizations, Mrs. Seal. So much excellent effort thrown away, not to speak of pounds, shillings, and pence. Now how many organizations of a philanthropic nature do you suppose there are in the City of London itself, Miss Hilbery?" he added, screwing his mouth into a que... | "My father s daughter could hardly be anything else. I think I ve been on as many committees as most people. Waifs and Strays, Rescue Work, Church Work, C. O. S. local branch besides the usual civic duties which fall to one as a householder. But I ve given them all up for our work here, and I don t regret it for a seco... | If not, there should be, surely." "A most excellent object," said Mr. Clacton in his professional manner. "At the same time, one must deplore the ramification of organizations, Mrs. Seal. So much excellent effort thrown away, not to speak of pounds, shillings, and pence. Now how many organizations of a philanthropic na... | Night And Day |
"has a very funny picture this week, about a Suffragist and an agricultural laborer. Have you seen this week s" | Mr. Clacton | differ from our own...." "Punch"<|quote|>"has a very funny picture this week, about a Suffragist and an agricultural laborer. Have you seen this week s"</|quote|>"Punch," "Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed, | their views even if they differ from our own...." "Punch"<|quote|>"has a very funny picture this week, about a Suffragist and an agricultural laborer. Have you seen this week s"</|quote|>"Punch," "Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed, and said "No." Mr. Clacton | classify her among the varieties of human beings known to her. "But surely," she began. "Mrs. Seal is an enthusiast in these matters," said Mr. Clacton, almost apologetically. "We have to remind her sometimes that others have a right to their views even if they differ from our own...." "Punch"<|quote|>"has a very funny... | put them into his mouth with incredible rapidity. "You don t belong to our society, then?" said Mrs. Seal. "No, I m afraid I don t," said Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was nonplussed, and stared at her with a puzzled expression, as if she could not classify her among the varieties of human beings kno... | things?" Mary interposed, rather sharply. "We re not responsible for all the cranks who choose to lodge in the same house with us." Mr. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at each of the young ladies in turn. He was a good deal struck by the appearance and manner of Miss Hilbery, which seemed to him to place her amon... | time, one must deplore the ramification of organizations, Mrs. Seal. So much excellent effort thrown away, not to speak of pounds, shillings, and pence. Now how many organizations of a philanthropic nature do you suppose there are in the City of London itself, Miss Hilbery?" he added, screwing his mouth into a queer li... | father s daughter could hardly be anything else. I think I ve been on as many committees as most people. Waifs and Strays, Rescue Work, Church Work, C. O. S. local branch besides the usual civic duties which fall to one as a householder. But I ve given them all up for our work here, and I don t regret it for a second,"... | be, surely." "A most excellent object," said Mr. Clacton in his professional manner. "At the same time, one must deplore the ramification of organizations, Mrs. Seal. So much excellent effort thrown away, not to speak of pounds, shillings, and pence. Now how many organizations of a philanthropic nature do you suppose t... | Night And Day |
"Punch," | No speaker | you seen this week s"<|quote|>"Punch,"</|quote|>"Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed, and | and an agricultural laborer. Have you seen this week s"<|quote|>"Punch,"</|quote|>"Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed, and said "No." Mr. Clacton then | in these matters," said Mr. Clacton, almost apologetically. "We have to remind her sometimes that others have a right to their views even if they differ from our own...." "Punch" "has a very funny picture this week, about a Suffragist and an agricultural laborer. Have you seen this week s"<|quote|>"Punch,"</|quote|>"Mi... | I m afraid I don t," said Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was nonplussed, and stared at her with a puzzled expression, as if she could not classify her among the varieties of human beings known to her. "But surely," she began. "Mrs. Seal is an enthusiast in these matters," said Mr. Clacton, almost apol... | house with us." Mr. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at each of the young ladies in turn. He was a good deal struck by the appearance and manner of Miss Hilbery, which seemed to him to place her among those cultivated and luxurious people of whom he used to dream. Mary, on the other hand, was more of his own sort,... | pounds, shillings, and pence. Now how many organizations of a philanthropic nature do you suppose there are in the City of London itself, Miss Hilbery?" he added, screwing his mouth into a queer little smile, as if to show that the question had its frivolous side. Katharine smiled, too. Her unlikeness to the rest of th... | Waifs and Strays, Rescue Work, Church Work, C. O. S. local branch besides the usual civic duties which fall to one as a householder. But I ve given them all up for our work here, and I don t regret it for a second," she added. "This is the root question, I feel; until women have votes" "It ll be sixpence, at least, Sal... | there any society with that object, Mr. Clacton? If not, there should be, surely." "A most excellent object," said Mr. Clacton in his professional manner. "At the same time, one must deplore the ramification of organizations, Mrs. Seal. So much excellent effort thrown away, not to speak of pounds, shillings, and pence.... | Night And Day |
"Miss Datchet?" | Mr. Clacton | seen this week s" "Punch,"<|quote|>"Miss Datchet?"</|quote|>Mary laughed, and said "No." | an agricultural laborer. Have you seen this week s" "Punch,"<|quote|>"Miss Datchet?"</|quote|>Mary laughed, and said "No." Mr. Clacton then told them | these matters," said Mr. Clacton, almost apologetically. "We have to remind her sometimes that others have a right to their views even if they differ from our own...." "Punch" "has a very funny picture this week, about a Suffragist and an agricultural laborer. Have you seen this week s" "Punch,"<|quote|>"Miss Datchet?"... | m afraid I don t," said Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was nonplussed, and stared at her with a puzzled expression, as if she could not classify her among the varieties of human beings known to her. "But surely," she began. "Mrs. Seal is an enthusiast in these matters," said Mr. Clacton, almost apolog... | with us." Mr. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at each of the young ladies in turn. He was a good deal struck by the appearance and manner of Miss Hilbery, which seemed to him to place her among those cultivated and luxurious people of whom he used to dream. Mary, on the other hand, was more of his own sort, and a... | shillings, and pence. Now how many organizations of a philanthropic nature do you suppose there are in the City of London itself, Miss Hilbery?" he added, screwing his mouth into a queer little smile, as if to show that the question had its frivolous side. Katharine smiled, too. Her unlikeness to the rest of them had, ... | and Strays, Rescue Work, Church Work, C. O. S. local branch besides the usual civic duties which fall to one as a householder. But I ve given them all up for our work here, and I don t regret it for a second," she added. "This is the root question, I feel; until women have votes" "It ll be sixpence, at least, Sally," s... | and make a convert of her. Mary, too, looked at her almost as if she begged her to make things easy. For Katharine had shown no disposition to make things easy. She had scarcely spoken, and her silence, though grave and even thoughtful, seemed to Mary the silence of one who criticizes. "Well, there are more in this hou... | Night And Day |
Mary laughed, and said | No speaker | week s" "Punch," "Miss Datchet?"<|quote|>Mary laughed, and said</|quote|>"No." Mr. Clacton then told | laborer. Have you seen this week s" "Punch," "Miss Datchet?"<|quote|>Mary laughed, and said</|quote|>"No." Mr. Clacton then told them the substance of the | said Mr. Clacton, almost apologetically. "We have to remind her sometimes that others have a right to their views even if they differ from our own...." "Punch" "has a very funny picture this week, about a Suffragist and an agricultural laborer. Have you seen this week s" "Punch," "Miss Datchet?"<|quote|>Mary laughed, a... | I don t," said Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was nonplussed, and stared at her with a puzzled expression, as if she could not classify her among the varieties of human beings known to her. "But surely," she began. "Mrs. Seal is an enthusiast in these matters," said Mr. Clacton, almost apologetically.... | Mr. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at each of the young ladies in turn. He was a good deal struck by the appearance and manner of Miss Hilbery, which seemed to him to place her among those cultivated and luxurious people of whom he used to dream. Mary, on the other hand, was more of his own sort, and a little to... | pence. Now how many organizations of a philanthropic nature do you suppose there are in the City of London itself, Miss Hilbery?" he added, screwing his mouth into a queer little smile, as if to show that the question had its frivolous side. Katharine smiled, too. Her unlikeness to the rest of them had, by this time, p... | Rescue Work, Church Work, C. O. S. local branch besides the usual civic duties which fall to one as a householder. But I ve given them all up for our work here, and I don t regret it for a second," she added. "This is the root question, I feel; until women have votes" "It ll be sixpence, at least, Sally," said Mary, br... | say that we do these things?" Mary interposed, rather sharply. "We re not responsible for all the cranks who choose to lodge in the same house with us." Mr. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at each of the young ladies in turn. He was a good deal struck by the appearance and manner of Miss Hilbery, which seemed to ... | Night And Day |
"No." | Mary Datchet | Datchet?" Mary laughed, and said<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>Mr. Clacton then told them | this week s" "Punch," "Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed, and said<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>Mr. Clacton then told them the substance of the joke, | apologetically. "We have to remind her sometimes that others have a right to their views even if they differ from our own...." "Punch" "has a very funny picture this week, about a Suffragist and an agricultural laborer. Have you seen this week s" "Punch," "Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed, and said<|quote|>"No."</|quote|>Mr... | Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was nonplussed, and stared at her with a puzzled expression, as if she could not classify her among the varieties of human beings known to her. "But surely," she began. "Mrs. Seal is an enthusiast in these matters," said Mr. Clacton, almost apologetically. "We have to re... | throat and looked at each of the young ladies in turn. He was a good deal struck by the appearance and manner of Miss Hilbery, which seemed to him to place her among those cultivated and luxurious people of whom he used to dream. Mary, on the other hand, was more of his own sort, and a little too much inclined to order... | organizations of a philanthropic nature do you suppose there are in the City of London itself, Miss Hilbery?" he added, screwing his mouth into a queer little smile, as if to show that the question had its frivolous side. Katharine smiled, too. Her unlikeness to the rest of them had, by this time, penetrated to Mr. Cla... | C. O. S. local branch besides the usual civic duties which fall to one as a householder. But I ve given them all up for our work here, and I don t regret it for a second," she added. "This is the root question, I feel; until women have votes" "It ll be sixpence, at least, Sally," said Mary, bringing her fist down on th... | had scarcely spoken, and her silence, though grave and even thoughtful, seemed to Mary the silence of one who criticizes. "Well, there are more in this house than I d any notion of," she said. "On the ground floor you protect natives, on the next you emigrate women and tell people to eat nuts" "Why do you say that we d... | Night And Day |
Mr. Clacton then told them the substance of the joke, which, however, depended a good deal for its success upon the expression which the artist had put into the people s faces. Mrs. Seal sat all the time perfectly grave. Directly he had done speaking she burst out: | No speaker | Mary laughed, and said "No."<|quote|>Mr. Clacton then told them the substance of the joke, which, however, depended a good deal for its success upon the expression which the artist had put into the people s faces. Mrs. Seal sat all the time perfectly grave. Directly he had done speaking she burst out:</|quote|>"But sur... | week s" "Punch," "Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed, and said "No."<|quote|>Mr. Clacton then told them the substance of the joke, which, however, depended a good deal for its success upon the expression which the artist had put into the people s faces. Mrs. Seal sat all the time perfectly grave. Directly he had done speaking... | "We have to remind her sometimes that others have a right to their views even if they differ from our own...." "Punch" "has a very funny picture this week, about a Suffragist and an agricultural laborer. Have you seen this week s" "Punch," "Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed, and said "No."<|quote|>Mr. Clacton then told them ... | with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was nonplussed, and stared at her with a puzzled expression, as if she could not classify her among the varieties of human beings known to her. "But surely," she began. "Mrs. Seal is an enthusiast in these matters," said Mr. Clacton, almost apologetically. "We have to remind her so... | and looked at each of the young ladies in turn. He was a good deal struck by the appearance and manner of Miss Hilbery, which seemed to him to place her among those cultivated and luxurious people of whom he used to dream. Mary, on the other hand, was more of his own sort, and a little too much inclined to order him ab... | of a philanthropic nature do you suppose there are in the City of London itself, Miss Hilbery?" he added, screwing his mouth into a queer little smile, as if to show that the question had its frivolous side. Katharine smiled, too. Her unlikeness to the rest of them had, by this time, penetrated to Mr. Clacton, who was ... | O. S. local branch besides the usual civic duties which fall to one as a householder. But I ve given them all up for our work here, and I don t regret it for a second," she added. "This is the root question, I feel; until women have votes" "It ll be sixpence, at least, Sally," said Mary, bringing her fist down on the t... | said. "On the ground floor you protect natives, on the next you emigrate women and tell people to eat nuts" "Why do you say that we do these things?" Mary interposed, rather sharply. "We re not responsible for all the cranks who choose to lodge in the same house with us." Mr. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at ea... | Night And Day |
"But surely, if you care about the welfare of your sex at all, you must wish them to have the vote?" | Mrs. Seal | done speaking she burst out:<|quote|>"But surely, if you care about the welfare of your sex at all, you must wish them to have the vote?"</|quote|>"I never said I didn | perfectly grave. Directly he had done speaking she burst out:<|quote|>"But surely, if you care about the welfare of your sex at all, you must wish them to have the vote?"</|quote|>"I never said I didn t wish them to have | said "No." Mr. Clacton then told them the substance of the joke, which, however, depended a good deal for its success upon the expression which the artist had put into the people s faces. Mrs. Seal sat all the time perfectly grave. Directly he had done speaking she burst out:<|quote|>"But surely, if you care about the ... | almost apologetically. "We have to remind her sometimes that others have a right to their views even if they differ from our own...." "Punch" "has a very funny picture this week, about a Suffragist and an agricultural laborer. Have you seen this week s" "Punch," "Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed, and said "No." Mr. Clacton ... | was more of his own sort, and a little too much inclined to order him about. He picked up crumbs of dry biscuit and put them into his mouth with incredible rapidity. "You don t belong to our society, then?" said Mrs. Seal. "No, I m afraid I don t," said Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was nonplussed, a... | had, by this time, penetrated to Mr. Clacton, who was not naturally observant, and he was wondering who she was; this same unlikeness had subtly stimulated Mrs. Seal to try and make a convert of her. Mary, too, looked at her almost as if she begged her to make things easy. For Katharine had shown no disposition to make... | votes" "It ll be sixpence, at least, Sally," said Mary, bringing her fist down on the table. "And we re all sick to death of women and their votes." Mrs. Seal looked for a moment as though she could hardly believe her ears, and made a deprecating "tut-tut-tut" in her throat, looking alternately at Katharine and Mary, a... | to the rest of them had, by this time, penetrated to Mr. Clacton, who was not naturally observant, and he was wondering who she was; this same unlikeness had subtly stimulated Mrs. Seal to try and make a convert of her. Mary, too, looked at her almost as if she begged her to make things easy. For Katharine had shown no... | Night And Day |
"I never said I didn t wish them to have the vote," | Katharine Hilbery | them to have the vote?"<|quote|>"I never said I didn t wish them to have the vote,"</|quote|>Katharine protested. "Then why aren | at all, you must wish them to have the vote?"<|quote|>"I never said I didn t wish them to have the vote,"</|quote|>Katharine protested. "Then why aren t you a member of | upon the expression which the artist had put into the people s faces. Mrs. Seal sat all the time perfectly grave. Directly he had done speaking she burst out: "But surely, if you care about the welfare of your sex at all, you must wish them to have the vote?"<|quote|>"I never said I didn t wish them to have the vote,"<... | our own...." "Punch" "has a very funny picture this week, about a Suffragist and an agricultural laborer. Have you seen this week s" "Punch," "Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed, and said "No." Mr. Clacton then told them the substance of the joke, which, however, depended a good deal for its success upon the expression which ... | dry biscuit and put them into his mouth with incredible rapidity. "You don t belong to our society, then?" said Mrs. Seal. "No, I m afraid I don t," said Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was nonplussed, and stared at her with a puzzled expression, as if she could not classify her among the varieties of ... | same unlikeness had subtly stimulated Mrs. Seal to try and make a convert of her. Mary, too, looked at her almost as if she begged her to make things easy. For Katharine had shown no disposition to make things easy. She had scarcely spoken, and her silence, though grave and even thoughtful, seemed to Mary the silence o... | sick to death of women and their votes." Mrs. Seal looked for a moment as though she could hardly believe her ears, and made a deprecating "tut-tut-tut" in her throat, looking alternately at Katharine and Mary, and shaking her head as she did so. Then she remarked, rather confidentially to Katharine, with a little nod ... | natives, on the next you emigrate women and tell people to eat nuts" "Why do you say that we do these things?" Mary interposed, rather sharply. "We re not responsible for all the cranks who choose to lodge in the same house with us." Mr. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at each of the young ladies in turn. He was ... | Night And Day |
Katharine protested. | No speaker | them to have the vote,"<|quote|>Katharine protested.</|quote|>"Then why aren t you | said I didn t wish them to have the vote,"<|quote|>Katharine protested.</|quote|>"Then why aren t you a member of our society?" | faces. Mrs. Seal sat all the time perfectly grave. Directly he had done speaking she burst out: "But surely, if you care about the welfare of your sex at all, you must wish them to have the vote?" "I never said I didn t wish them to have the vote,"<|quote|>Katharine protested.</|quote|>"Then why aren t you a member of ... | Suffragist and an agricultural laborer. Have you seen this week s" "Punch," "Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed, and said "No." Mr. Clacton then told them the substance of the joke, which, however, depended a good deal for its success upon the expression which the artist had put into the people s faces. Mrs. Seal sat all the ... | don t belong to our society, then?" said Mrs. Seal. "No, I m afraid I don t," said Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was nonplussed, and stared at her with a puzzled expression, as if she could not classify her among the varieties of human beings known to her. "But surely," she began. "Mrs. Seal is an en... | convert of her. Mary, too, looked at her almost as if she begged her to make things easy. For Katharine had shown no disposition to make things easy. She had scarcely spoken, and her silence, though grave and even thoughtful, seemed to Mary the silence of one who criticizes. "Well, there are more in this house than I d... | a moment as though she could hardly believe her ears, and made a deprecating "tut-tut-tut" in her throat, looking alternately at Katharine and Mary, and shaking her head as she did so. Then she remarked, rather confidentially to Katharine, with a little nod in Mary s direction: "She s doing more for the cause than any ... | make things easy. She had scarcely spoken, and her silence, though grave and even thoughtful, seemed to Mary the silence of one who criticizes. "Well, there are more in this house than I d any notion of," she said. "On the ground floor you protect natives, on the next you emigrate women and tell people to eat nuts" "Wh... | Night And Day |
"Then why aren t you a member of our society?" | Mrs. Seal | have the vote," Katharine protested.<|quote|>"Then why aren t you a member of our society?"</|quote|>Mrs. Seal demanded. Katharine stirred | didn t wish them to have the vote," Katharine protested.<|quote|>"Then why aren t you a member of our society?"</|quote|>Mrs. Seal demanded. Katharine stirred her spoon round and round, | Seal sat all the time perfectly grave. Directly he had done speaking she burst out: "But surely, if you care about the welfare of your sex at all, you must wish them to have the vote?" "I never said I didn t wish them to have the vote," Katharine protested.<|quote|>"Then why aren t you a member of our society?"</|quote... | an agricultural laborer. Have you seen this week s" "Punch," "Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed, and said "No." Mr. Clacton then told them the substance of the joke, which, however, depended a good deal for its success upon the expression which the artist had put into the people s faces. Mrs. Seal sat all the time perfectly ... | belong to our society, then?" said Mrs. Seal. "No, I m afraid I don t," said Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was nonplussed, and stared at her with a puzzled expression, as if she could not classify her among the varieties of human beings known to her. "But surely," she began. "Mrs. Seal is an enthusia... | her. Mary, too, looked at her almost as if she begged her to make things easy. For Katharine had shown no disposition to make things easy. She had scarcely spoken, and her silence, though grave and even thoughtful, seemed to Mary the silence of one who criticizes. "Well, there are more in this house than I d any notion... | as though she could hardly believe her ears, and made a deprecating "tut-tut-tut" in her throat, looking alternately at Katharine and Mary, and shaking her head as she did so. Then she remarked, rather confidentially to Katharine, with a little nod in Mary s direction: "She s doing more for the cause than any of us. Sh... | giving her short locks a little shake. "It s dreadful what a tyrant one still is, in spite of all one s efforts. One tries to lead a decent life, but one can t. Of course, directly one thinks of it, one sees that _all_ squares should be open to _every one_. Is there any society with that object, Mr. Clacton? If not, th... | Night And Day |
Mrs. Seal demanded. Katharine stirred her spoon round and round, stared into the swirl of the tea, and remained silent. Mr. Clacton, meanwhile, framed a question which, after a moment s hesitation, he put to Katharine. | No speaker | a member of our society?"<|quote|>Mrs. Seal demanded. Katharine stirred her spoon round and round, stared into the swirl of the tea, and remained silent. Mr. Clacton, meanwhile, framed a question which, after a moment s hesitation, he put to Katharine.</|quote|>"Are you in any way | "Then why aren t you a member of our society?"<|quote|>Mrs. Seal demanded. Katharine stirred her spoon round and round, stared into the swirl of the tea, and remained silent. Mr. Clacton, meanwhile, framed a question which, after a moment s hesitation, he put to Katharine.</|quote|>"Are you in any way related, I wonder... | done speaking she burst out: "But surely, if you care about the welfare of your sex at all, you must wish them to have the vote?" "I never said I didn t wish them to have the vote," Katharine protested. "Then why aren t you a member of our society?"<|quote|>Mrs. Seal demanded. Katharine stirred her spoon round and roun... | "Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed, and said "No." Mr. Clacton then told them the substance of the joke, which, however, depended a good deal for its success upon the expression which the artist had put into the people s faces. Mrs. Seal sat all the time perfectly grave. Directly he had done speaking she burst out: "But sure... | m afraid I don t," said Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was nonplussed, and stared at her with a puzzled expression, as if she could not classify her among the varieties of human beings known to her. "But surely," she began. "Mrs. Seal is an enthusiast in these matters," said Mr. Clacton, almost apolog... | begged her to make things easy. For Katharine had shown no disposition to make things easy. She had scarcely spoken, and her silence, though grave and even thoughtful, seemed to Mary the silence of one who criticizes. "Well, there are more in this house than I d any notion of," she said. "On the ground floor you protec... | a deprecating "tut-tut-tut" in her throat, looking alternately at Katharine and Mary, and shaking her head as she did so. Then she remarked, rather confidentially to Katharine, with a little nod in Mary s direction: "She s doing more for the cause than any of us. She s giving her youth for, alas! when I was young there... | not, there should be, surely." "A most excellent object," said Mr. Clacton in his professional manner. "At the same time, one must deplore the ramification of organizations, Mrs. Seal. So much excellent effort thrown away, not to speak of pounds, shillings, and pence. Now how many organizations of a philanthropic natur... | Night And Day |
"Are you in any way related, I wonder, to the poet Alardyce? His daughter, I believe, married a Mr. Hilbery." | Mr. Clacton | hesitation, he put to Katharine.<|quote|>"Are you in any way related, I wonder, to the poet Alardyce? His daughter, I believe, married a Mr. Hilbery."</|quote|>"Yes; I m the poet | which, after a moment s hesitation, he put to Katharine.<|quote|>"Are you in any way related, I wonder, to the poet Alardyce? His daughter, I believe, married a Mr. Hilbery."</|quote|>"Yes; I m the poet s granddaughter," said Katharine, with | the vote," Katharine protested. "Then why aren t you a member of our society?" Mrs. Seal demanded. Katharine stirred her spoon round and round, stared into the swirl of the tea, and remained silent. Mr. Clacton, meanwhile, framed a question which, after a moment s hesitation, he put to Katharine.<|quote|>"Are you in an... | people s faces. Mrs. Seal sat all the time perfectly grave. Directly he had done speaking she burst out: "But surely, if you care about the welfare of your sex at all, you must wish them to have the vote?" "I never said I didn t wish them to have the vote," Katharine protested. "Then why aren t you a member of our soci... | beings known to her. "But surely," she began. "Mrs. Seal is an enthusiast in these matters," said Mr. Clacton, almost apologetically. "We have to remind her sometimes that others have a right to their views even if they differ from our own...." "Punch" "has a very funny picture this week, about a Suffragist and an agri... | criticizes. "Well, there are more in this house than I d any notion of," she said. "On the ground floor you protect natives, on the next you emigrate women and tell people to eat nuts" "Why do you say that we do these things?" Mary interposed, rather sharply. "We re not responsible for all the cranks who choose to lodg... | s doing more for the cause than any of us. She s giving her youth for, alas! when I was young there were domestic circumstances" she sighed, and stopped short. Mr. Clacton hastily reverted to the joke about luncheon, and explained how Mrs. Seal fed on a bag of biscuits under the trees, whatever the weather might be, ra... | that we do these things?" Mary interposed, rather sharply. "We re not responsible for all the cranks who choose to lodge in the same house with us." Mr. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at each of the young ladies in turn. He was a good deal struck by the appearance and manner of Miss Hilbery, which seemed to him ... | Night And Day |
"Yes; I m the poet s granddaughter," | Katharine Hilbery | believe, married a Mr. Hilbery."<|quote|>"Yes; I m the poet s granddaughter,"</|quote|>said Katharine, with a little | poet Alardyce? His daughter, I believe, married a Mr. Hilbery."<|quote|>"Yes; I m the poet s granddaughter,"</|quote|>said Katharine, with a little sigh, after a pause; and | spoon round and round, stared into the swirl of the tea, and remained silent. Mr. Clacton, meanwhile, framed a question which, after a moment s hesitation, he put to Katharine. "Are you in any way related, I wonder, to the poet Alardyce? His daughter, I believe, married a Mr. Hilbery."<|quote|>"Yes; I m the poet s gran... | surely, if you care about the welfare of your sex at all, you must wish them to have the vote?" "I never said I didn t wish them to have the vote," Katharine protested. "Then why aren t you a member of our society?" Mrs. Seal demanded. Katharine stirred her spoon round and round, stared into the swirl of the tea, and r... | apologetically. "We have to remind her sometimes that others have a right to their views even if they differ from our own...." "Punch" "has a very funny picture this week, about a Suffragist and an agricultural laborer. Have you seen this week s" "Punch," "Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed, and said "No." Mr. Clacton then to... | you protect natives, on the next you emigrate women and tell people to eat nuts" "Why do you say that we do these things?" Mary interposed, rather sharply. "We re not responsible for all the cranks who choose to lodge in the same house with us." Mr. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at each of the young ladies in t... | young there were domestic circumstances" she sighed, and stopped short. Mr. Clacton hastily reverted to the joke about luncheon, and explained how Mrs. Seal fed on a bag of biscuits under the trees, whatever the weather might be, rather, Katharine thought, as though Mrs. Seal were a pet dog who had convenient tricks. "... | to her. "But surely," she began. "Mrs. Seal is an enthusiast in these matters," said Mr. Clacton, almost apologetically. "We have to remind her sometimes that others have a right to their views even if they differ from our own...." "Punch" "has a very funny picture this week, about a Suffragist and an agricultural labo... | Night And Day |
said Katharine, with a little sigh, after a pause; and for a moment they were all silent. | No speaker | m the poet s granddaughter,"<|quote|>said Katharine, with a little sigh, after a pause; and for a moment they were all silent.</|quote|>"The poet s granddaughter!" Mrs. | a Mr. Hilbery." "Yes; I m the poet s granddaughter,"<|quote|>said Katharine, with a little sigh, after a pause; and for a moment they were all silent.</|quote|>"The poet s granddaughter!" Mrs. Seal repeated, half to herself, | swirl of the tea, and remained silent. Mr. Clacton, meanwhile, framed a question which, after a moment s hesitation, he put to Katharine. "Are you in any way related, I wonder, to the poet Alardyce? His daughter, I believe, married a Mr. Hilbery." "Yes; I m the poet s granddaughter,"<|quote|>said Katharine, with a litt... | of your sex at all, you must wish them to have the vote?" "I never said I didn t wish them to have the vote," Katharine protested. "Then why aren t you a member of our society?" Mrs. Seal demanded. Katharine stirred her spoon round and round, stared into the swirl of the tea, and remained silent. Mr. Clacton, meanwhile... | that others have a right to their views even if they differ from our own...." "Punch" "has a very funny picture this week, about a Suffragist and an agricultural laborer. Have you seen this week s" "Punch," "Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed, and said "No." Mr. Clacton then told them the substance of the joke, which, however... | emigrate women and tell people to eat nuts" "Why do you say that we do these things?" Mary interposed, rather sharply. "We re not responsible for all the cranks who choose to lodge in the same house with us." Mr. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at each of the young ladies in turn. He was a good deal struck by the... | and stopped short. Mr. Clacton hastily reverted to the joke about luncheon, and explained how Mrs. Seal fed on a bag of biscuits under the trees, whatever the weather might be, rather, Katharine thought, as though Mrs. Seal were a pet dog who had convenient tricks. "Yes, I took my little bag into the square," said Mrs.... | stared at her with a puzzled expression, as if she could not classify her among the varieties of human beings known to her. "But surely," she began. "Mrs. Seal is an enthusiast in these matters," said Mr. Clacton, almost apologetically. "We have to remind her sometimes that others have a right to their views even if th... | Night And Day |
"The poet s granddaughter!" | Mrs. Seal | moment they were all silent.<|quote|>"The poet s granddaughter!"</|quote|>Mrs. Seal repeated, half to | a pause; and for a moment they were all silent.<|quote|>"The poet s granddaughter!"</|quote|>Mrs. Seal repeated, half to herself, with a shake of | s hesitation, he put to Katharine. "Are you in any way related, I wonder, to the poet Alardyce? His daughter, I believe, married a Mr. Hilbery." "Yes; I m the poet s granddaughter," said Katharine, with a little sigh, after a pause; and for a moment they were all silent.<|quote|>"The poet s granddaughter!"</|quote|>Mrs... | didn t wish them to have the vote," Katharine protested. "Then why aren t you a member of our society?" Mrs. Seal demanded. Katharine stirred her spoon round and round, stared into the swirl of the tea, and remained silent. Mr. Clacton, meanwhile, framed a question which, after a moment s hesitation, he put to Katharin... | a very funny picture this week, about a Suffragist and an agricultural laborer. Have you seen this week s" "Punch," "Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed, and said "No." Mr. Clacton then told them the substance of the joke, which, however, depended a good deal for its success upon the expression which the artist had put into th... | Mary interposed, rather sharply. "We re not responsible for all the cranks who choose to lodge in the same house with us." Mr. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at each of the young ladies in turn. He was a good deal struck by the appearance and manner of Miss Hilbery, which seemed to him to place her among those c... | fed on a bag of biscuits under the trees, whatever the weather might be, rather, Katharine thought, as though Mrs. Seal were a pet dog who had convenient tricks. "Yes, I took my little bag into the square," said Mrs. Seal, with the self-conscious guilt of a child owning some fault to its elders. "It was really very sus... | mouth with incredible rapidity. "You don t belong to our society, then?" said Mrs. Seal. "No, I m afraid I don t," said Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was nonplussed, and stared at her with a puzzled expression, as if she could not classify her among the varieties of human beings known to her. "But su... | Night And Day |
Mrs. Seal repeated, half to herself, with a shake of her head, as if that explained what was otherwise inexplicable. The light kindled in Mr. Clacton s eye. | No speaker | silent. "The poet s granddaughter!"<|quote|>Mrs. Seal repeated, half to herself, with a shake of her head, as if that explained what was otherwise inexplicable. The light kindled in Mr. Clacton s eye.</|quote|>"Ah, indeed. That interests me | a moment they were all silent. "The poet s granddaughter!"<|quote|>Mrs. Seal repeated, half to herself, with a shake of her head, as if that explained what was otherwise inexplicable. The light kindled in Mr. Clacton s eye.</|quote|>"Ah, indeed. That interests me very much," he said. "I | to Katharine. "Are you in any way related, I wonder, to the poet Alardyce? His daughter, I believe, married a Mr. Hilbery." "Yes; I m the poet s granddaughter," said Katharine, with a little sigh, after a pause; and for a moment they were all silent. "The poet s granddaughter!"<|quote|>Mrs. Seal repeated, half to herse... | to have the vote," Katharine protested. "Then why aren t you a member of our society?" Mrs. Seal demanded. Katharine stirred her spoon round and round, stared into the swirl of the tea, and remained silent. Mr. Clacton, meanwhile, framed a question which, after a moment s hesitation, he put to Katharine. "Are you in an... | this week, about a Suffragist and an agricultural laborer. Have you seen this week s" "Punch," "Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed, and said "No." Mr. Clacton then told them the substance of the joke, which, however, depended a good deal for its success upon the expression which the artist had put into the people s faces. Mrs... | "We re not responsible for all the cranks who choose to lodge in the same house with us." Mr. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at each of the young ladies in turn. He was a good deal struck by the appearance and manner of Miss Hilbery, which seemed to him to place her among those cultivated and luxurious people of... | of biscuits under the trees, whatever the weather might be, rather, Katharine thought, as though Mrs. Seal were a pet dog who had convenient tricks. "Yes, I took my little bag into the square," said Mrs. Seal, with the self-conscious guilt of a child owning some fault to its elders. "It was really very sustaining, and ... | she said. "On the ground floor you protect natives, on the next you emigrate women and tell people to eat nuts" "Why do you say that we do these things?" Mary interposed, rather sharply. "We re not responsible for all the cranks who choose to lodge in the same house with us." Mr. Clacton cleared his throat and looked a... | Night And Day |
"Ah, indeed. That interests me very much," | Mr. Clacton | in Mr. Clacton s eye.<|quote|>"Ah, indeed. That interests me very much,"</|quote|>he said. "I owe a | otherwise inexplicable. The light kindled in Mr. Clacton s eye.<|quote|>"Ah, indeed. That interests me very much,"</|quote|>he said. "I owe a great debt to your grandfather, | granddaughter," said Katharine, with a little sigh, after a pause; and for a moment they were all silent. "The poet s granddaughter!" Mrs. Seal repeated, half to herself, with a shake of her head, as if that explained what was otherwise inexplicable. The light kindled in Mr. Clacton s eye.<|quote|>"Ah, indeed. That int... | the swirl of the tea, and remained silent. Mr. Clacton, meanwhile, framed a question which, after a moment s hesitation, he put to Katharine. "Are you in any way related, I wonder, to the poet Alardyce? His daughter, I believe, married a Mr. Hilbery." "Yes; I m the poet s granddaughter," said Katharine, with a little s... | the substance of the joke, which, however, depended a good deal for its success upon the expression which the artist had put into the people s faces. Mrs. Seal sat all the time perfectly grave. Directly he had done speaking she burst out: "But surely, if you care about the welfare of your sex at all, you must wish them... | the young ladies in turn. He was a good deal struck by the appearance and manner of Miss Hilbery, which seemed to him to place her among those cultivated and luxurious people of whom he used to dream. Mary, on the other hand, was more of his own sort, and a little too much inclined to order him about. He picked up crum... | my little bag into the square," said Mrs. Seal, with the self-conscious guilt of a child owning some fault to its elders. "It was really very sustaining, and the bare boughs against the sky do one so much _good_. But I shall have to give up going into the square," she proceeded, wrinkling her forehead. "The injustice o... | in these matters," said Mr. Clacton, almost apologetically. "We have to remind her sometimes that others have a right to their views even if they differ from our own...." "Punch" "has a very funny picture this week, about a Suffragist and an agricultural laborer. Have you seen this week s" "Punch," "Miss Datchet?" Mary... | Night And Day |
he said. | No speaker | That interests me very much,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"I owe a great debt | Clacton s eye. "Ah, indeed. That interests me very much,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"I owe a great debt to your grandfather, Miss Hilbery. | after a pause; and for a moment they were all silent. "The poet s granddaughter!" Mrs. Seal repeated, half to herself, with a shake of her head, as if that explained what was otherwise inexplicable. The light kindled in Mr. Clacton s eye. "Ah, indeed. That interests me very much,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"I owe a gre... | silent. Mr. Clacton, meanwhile, framed a question which, after a moment s hesitation, he put to Katharine. "Are you in any way related, I wonder, to the poet Alardyce? His daughter, I believe, married a Mr. Hilbery." "Yes; I m the poet s granddaughter," said Katharine, with a little sigh, after a pause; and for a momen... | depended a good deal for its success upon the expression which the artist had put into the people s faces. Mrs. Seal sat all the time perfectly grave. Directly he had done speaking she burst out: "But surely, if you care about the welfare of your sex at all, you must wish them to have the vote?" "I never said I didn t ... | a good deal struck by the appearance and manner of Miss Hilbery, which seemed to him to place her among those cultivated and luxurious people of whom he used to dream. Mary, on the other hand, was more of his own sort, and a little too much inclined to order him about. He picked up crumbs of dry biscuit and put them in... | Mrs. Seal, with the self-conscious guilt of a child owning some fault to its elders. "It was really very sustaining, and the bare boughs against the sky do one so much _good_. But I shall have to give up going into the square," she proceeded, wrinkling her forehead. "The injustice of it! Why should I have a beautiful s... | he was wondering who she was; this same unlikeness had subtly stimulated Mrs. Seal to try and make a convert of her. Mary, too, looked at her almost as if she begged her to make things easy. For Katharine had shown no disposition to make things easy. She had scarcely spoken, and her silence, though grave and even thoug... | Night And Day |
"I owe a great debt to your grandfather, Miss Hilbery. At one time I could have repeated the greater part of him by heart. But one gets out of the way of reading poetry, unfortunately. You don t remember him, I suppose?" | Mr. Clacton | me very much," he said.<|quote|>"I owe a great debt to your grandfather, Miss Hilbery. At one time I could have repeated the greater part of him by heart. But one gets out of the way of reading poetry, unfortunately. You don t remember him, I suppose?"</|quote|>A sharp rap at the | eye. "Ah, indeed. That interests me very much," he said.<|quote|>"I owe a great debt to your grandfather, Miss Hilbery. At one time I could have repeated the greater part of him by heart. But one gets out of the way of reading poetry, unfortunately. You don t remember him, I suppose?"</|quote|>A sharp rap at the door m... | pause; and for a moment they were all silent. "The poet s granddaughter!" Mrs. Seal repeated, half to herself, with a shake of her head, as if that explained what was otherwise inexplicable. The light kindled in Mr. Clacton s eye. "Ah, indeed. That interests me very much," he said.<|quote|>"I owe a great debt to your g... | Clacton, meanwhile, framed a question which, after a moment s hesitation, he put to Katharine. "Are you in any way related, I wonder, to the poet Alardyce? His daughter, I believe, married a Mr. Hilbery." "Yes; I m the poet s granddaughter," said Katharine, with a little sigh, after a pause; and for a moment they were ... | good deal for its success upon the expression which the artist had put into the people s faces. Mrs. Seal sat all the time perfectly grave. Directly he had done speaking she burst out: "But surely, if you care about the welfare of your sex at all, you must wish them to have the vote?" "I never said I didn t wish them t... | deal struck by the appearance and manner of Miss Hilbery, which seemed to him to place her among those cultivated and luxurious people of whom he used to dream. Mary, on the other hand, was more of his own sort, and a little too much inclined to order him about. He picked up crumbs of dry biscuit and put them into his ... | with the self-conscious guilt of a child owning some fault to its elders. "It was really very sustaining, and the bare boughs against the sky do one so much _good_. But I shall have to give up going into the square," she proceeded, wrinkling her forehead. "The injustice of it! Why should I have a beautiful square all t... | "Why do you say that we do these things?" Mary interposed, rather sharply. "We re not responsible for all the cranks who choose to lodge in the same house with us." Mr. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at each of the young ladies in turn. He was a good deal struck by the appearance and manner of Miss Hilbery, whic... | Night And Day |
A sharp rap at the door made Katharine s answer inaudible. Mrs. Seal looked up with renewed hope in her eyes, and exclaiming: | No speaker | t remember him, I suppose?"<|quote|>A sharp rap at the door made Katharine s answer inaudible. Mrs. Seal looked up with renewed hope in her eyes, and exclaiming:</|quote|>"The proofs at last!" ran | reading poetry, unfortunately. You don t remember him, I suppose?"<|quote|>A sharp rap at the door made Katharine s answer inaudible. Mrs. Seal looked up with renewed hope in her eyes, and exclaiming:</|quote|>"The proofs at last!" ran to open the door. "Oh, | indeed. That interests me very much," he said. "I owe a great debt to your grandfather, Miss Hilbery. At one time I could have repeated the greater part of him by heart. But one gets out of the way of reading poetry, unfortunately. You don t remember him, I suppose?"<|quote|>A sharp rap at the door made Katharine s ans... | said Katharine, with a little sigh, after a pause; and for a moment they were all silent. "The poet s granddaughter!" Mrs. Seal repeated, half to herself, with a shake of her head, as if that explained what was otherwise inexplicable. The light kindled in Mr. Clacton s eye. "Ah, indeed. That interests me very much," he... | of your sex at all, you must wish them to have the vote?" "I never said I didn t wish them to have the vote," Katharine protested. "Then why aren t you a member of our society?" Mrs. Seal demanded. Katharine stirred her spoon round and round, stared into the swirl of the tea, and remained silent. Mr. Clacton, meanwhile... | little too much inclined to order him about. He picked up crumbs of dry biscuit and put them into his mouth with incredible rapidity. "You don t belong to our society, then?" said Mrs. Seal. "No, I m afraid I don t," said Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was nonplussed, and stared at her with a puzzled ... | proceeded, wrinkling her forehead. "The injustice of it! Why should I have a beautiful square all to myself, when poor women who need rest have nowhere at all to sit?" She looked fiercely at Katharine, giving her short locks a little shake. "It s dreadful what a tyrant one still is, in spite of all one s efforts. One t... | which, however, depended a good deal for its success upon the expression which the artist had put into the people s faces. Mrs. Seal sat all the time perfectly grave. Directly he had done speaking she burst out: "But surely, if you care about the welfare of your sex at all, you must wish them to have the vote?" "I neve... | Night And Day |
"The proofs at last!" | Mrs. Seal | in her eyes, and exclaiming:<|quote|>"The proofs at last!"</|quote|>ran to open the door. | looked up with renewed hope in her eyes, and exclaiming:<|quote|>"The proofs at last!"</|quote|>ran to open the door. "Oh, it s only Mr. | have repeated the greater part of him by heart. But one gets out of the way of reading poetry, unfortunately. You don t remember him, I suppose?" A sharp rap at the door made Katharine s answer inaudible. Mrs. Seal looked up with renewed hope in her eyes, and exclaiming:<|quote|>"The proofs at last!"</|quote|>ran to op... | repeated, half to herself, with a shake of her head, as if that explained what was otherwise inexplicable. The light kindled in Mr. Clacton s eye. "Ah, indeed. That interests me very much," he said. "I owe a great debt to your grandfather, Miss Hilbery. At one time I could have repeated the greater part of him by heart... | the vote," Katharine protested. "Then why aren t you a member of our society?" Mrs. Seal demanded. Katharine stirred her spoon round and round, stared into the swirl of the tea, and remained silent. Mr. Clacton, meanwhile, framed a question which, after a moment s hesitation, he put to Katharine. "Are you in any way re... | rapidity. "You don t belong to our society, then?" said Mrs. Seal. "No, I m afraid I don t," said Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was nonplussed, and stared at her with a puzzled expression, as if she could not classify her among the varieties of human beings known to her. "But surely," she began. "Mrs... | rest have nowhere at all to sit?" She looked fiercely at Katharine, giving her short locks a little shake. "It s dreadful what a tyrant one still is, in spite of all one s efforts. One tries to lead a decent life, but one can t. Of course, directly one thinks of it, one sees that _all_ squares should be open to _every ... | of the young ladies in turn. He was a good deal struck by the appearance and manner of Miss Hilbery, which seemed to him to place her among those cultivated and luxurious people of whom he used to dream. Mary, on the other hand, was more of his own sort, and a little too much inclined to order him about. He picked up c... | Night And Day |
ran to open the door. | No speaker | exclaiming: "The proofs at last!"<|quote|>ran to open the door.</|quote|>"Oh, it s only Mr. | hope in her eyes, and exclaiming: "The proofs at last!"<|quote|>ran to open the door.</|quote|>"Oh, it s only Mr. Denham!" she cried, without any | part of him by heart. But one gets out of the way of reading poetry, unfortunately. You don t remember him, I suppose?" A sharp rap at the door made Katharine s answer inaudible. Mrs. Seal looked up with renewed hope in her eyes, and exclaiming: "The proofs at last!"<|quote|>ran to open the door.</|quote|>"Oh, it s onl... | with a shake of her head, as if that explained what was otherwise inexplicable. The light kindled in Mr. Clacton s eye. "Ah, indeed. That interests me very much," he said. "I owe a great debt to your grandfather, Miss Hilbery. At one time I could have repeated the greater part of him by heart. But one gets out of the w... | "Then why aren t you a member of our society?" Mrs. Seal demanded. Katharine stirred her spoon round and round, stared into the swirl of the tea, and remained silent. Mr. Clacton, meanwhile, framed a question which, after a moment s hesitation, he put to Katharine. "Are you in any way related, I wonder, to the poet Ala... | belong to our society, then?" said Mrs. Seal. "No, I m afraid I don t," said Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was nonplussed, and stared at her with a puzzled expression, as if she could not classify her among the varieties of human beings known to her. "But surely," she began. "Mrs. Seal is an enthusia... | all to sit?" She looked fiercely at Katharine, giving her short locks a little shake. "It s dreadful what a tyrant one still is, in spite of all one s efforts. One tries to lead a decent life, but one can t. Of course, directly one thinks of it, one sees that _all_ squares should be open to _every one_. Is there any so... | by the appearance and manner of Miss Hilbery, which seemed to him to place her among those cultivated and luxurious people of whom he used to dream. Mary, on the other hand, was more of his own sort, and a little too much inclined to order him about. He picked up crumbs of dry biscuit and put them into his mouth with i... | Night And Day |
"Oh, it s only Mr. Denham!" | Mrs. Seal | ran to open the door.<|quote|>"Oh, it s only Mr. Denham!"</|quote|>she cried, without any attempt | exclaiming: "The proofs at last!" ran to open the door.<|quote|>"Oh, it s only Mr. Denham!"</|quote|>she cried, without any attempt to conceal her disappointment. Ralph, | But one gets out of the way of reading poetry, unfortunately. You don t remember him, I suppose?" A sharp rap at the door made Katharine s answer inaudible. Mrs. Seal looked up with renewed hope in her eyes, and exclaiming: "The proofs at last!" ran to open the door.<|quote|>"Oh, it s only Mr. Denham!"</|quote|>she cri... | head, as if that explained what was otherwise inexplicable. The light kindled in Mr. Clacton s eye. "Ah, indeed. That interests me very much," he said. "I owe a great debt to your grandfather, Miss Hilbery. At one time I could have repeated the greater part of him by heart. But one gets out of the way of reading poetry... | a member of our society?" Mrs. Seal demanded. Katharine stirred her spoon round and round, stared into the swirl of the tea, and remained silent. Mr. Clacton, meanwhile, framed a question which, after a moment s hesitation, he put to Katharine. "Are you in any way related, I wonder, to the poet Alardyce? His daughter, ... | said Mrs. Seal. "No, I m afraid I don t," said Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was nonplussed, and stared at her with a puzzled expression, as if she could not classify her among the varieties of human beings known to her. "But surely," she began. "Mrs. Seal is an enthusiast in these matters," said Mr.... | fiercely at Katharine, giving her short locks a little shake. "It s dreadful what a tyrant one still is, in spite of all one s efforts. One tries to lead a decent life, but one can t. Of course, directly one thinks of it, one sees that _all_ squares should be open to _every one_. Is there any society with that object, ... | "But surely," she began. "Mrs. Seal is an enthusiast in these matters," said Mr. Clacton, almost apologetically. "We have to remind her sometimes that others have a right to their views even if they differ from our own...." "Punch" "has a very funny picture this week, about a Suffragist and an agricultural laborer. Hav... | Night And Day |
she cried, without any attempt to conceal her disappointment. Ralph, Katharine supposed, was a frequent visitor, for the only person he thought it necessary to greet was herself, and Mary at once explained the strange fact of her being there by saying: | No speaker | it s only Mr. Denham!"<|quote|>she cried, without any attempt to conceal her disappointment. Ralph, Katharine supposed, was a frequent visitor, for the only person he thought it necessary to greet was herself, and Mary at once explained the strange fact of her being there by saying:</|quote|>"Katharine has come to see | to open the door. "Oh, it s only Mr. Denham!"<|quote|>she cried, without any attempt to conceal her disappointment. Ralph, Katharine supposed, was a frequent visitor, for the only person he thought it necessary to greet was herself, and Mary at once explained the strange fact of her being there by saying:</|quote|>"Kat... | way of reading poetry, unfortunately. You don t remember him, I suppose?" A sharp rap at the door made Katharine s answer inaudible. Mrs. Seal looked up with renewed hope in her eyes, and exclaiming: "The proofs at last!" ran to open the door. "Oh, it s only Mr. Denham!"<|quote|>she cried, without any attempt to concea... | was otherwise inexplicable. The light kindled in Mr. Clacton s eye. "Ah, indeed. That interests me very much," he said. "I owe a great debt to your grandfather, Miss Hilbery. At one time I could have repeated the greater part of him by heart. But one gets out of the way of reading poetry, unfortunately. You don t remem... | Seal demanded. Katharine stirred her spoon round and round, stared into the swirl of the tea, and remained silent. Mr. Clacton, meanwhile, framed a question which, after a moment s hesitation, he put to Katharine. "Are you in any way related, I wonder, to the poet Alardyce? His daughter, I believe, married a Mr. Hilber... | afraid I don t," said Katharine, with such ready candor that Mrs. Seal was nonplussed, and stared at her with a puzzled expression, as if she could not classify her among the varieties of human beings known to her. "But surely," she began. "Mrs. Seal is an enthusiast in these matters," said Mr. Clacton, almost apologet... | locks a little shake. "It s dreadful what a tyrant one still is, in spite of all one s efforts. One tries to lead a decent life, but one can t. Of course, directly one thinks of it, one sees that _all_ squares should be open to _every one_. Is there any society with that object, Mr. Clacton? If not, there should be, su... | at all, you must wish them to have the vote?" "I never said I didn t wish them to have the vote," Katharine protested. "Then why aren t you a member of our society?" Mrs. Seal demanded. Katharine stirred her spoon round and round, stared into the swirl of the tea, and remained silent. Mr. Clacton, meanwhile, framed a q... | Night And Day |
"Katharine has come to see how one runs an office." | Mary Datchet | her being there by saying:<|quote|>"Katharine has come to see how one runs an office."</|quote|>Ralph felt himself stiffen uncomfortably, | explained the strange fact of her being there by saying:<|quote|>"Katharine has come to see how one runs an office."</|quote|>Ralph felt himself stiffen uncomfortably, as he said: "I hope | the door. "Oh, it s only Mr. Denham!" she cried, without any attempt to conceal her disappointment. Ralph, Katharine supposed, was a frequent visitor, for the only person he thought it necessary to greet was herself, and Mary at once explained the strange fact of her being there by saying:<|quote|>"Katharine has come t... | by heart. But one gets out of the way of reading poetry, unfortunately. You don t remember him, I suppose?" A sharp rap at the door made Katharine s answer inaudible. Mrs. Seal looked up with renewed hope in her eyes, and exclaiming: "The proofs at last!" ran to open the door. "Oh, it s only Mr. Denham!" she cried, wit... | wonder, to the poet Alardyce? His daughter, I believe, married a Mr. Hilbery." "Yes; I m the poet s granddaughter," said Katharine, with a little sigh, after a pause; and for a moment they were all silent. "The poet s granddaughter!" Mrs. Seal repeated, half to herself, with a shake of her head, as if that explained wh... | began. "Mrs. Seal is an enthusiast in these matters," said Mr. Clacton, almost apologetically. "We have to remind her sometimes that others have a right to their views even if they differ from our own...." "Punch" "has a very funny picture this week, about a Suffragist and an agricultural laborer. Have you seen this we... | squares should be open to _every one_. Is there any society with that object, Mr. Clacton? If not, there should be, surely." "A most excellent object," said Mr. Clacton in his professional manner. "At the same time, one must deplore the ramification of organizations, Mrs. Seal. So much excellent effort thrown away, not... | those cultivated and luxurious people of whom he used to dream. Mary, on the other hand, was more of his own sort, and a little too much inclined to order him about. He picked up crumbs of dry biscuit and put them into his mouth with incredible rapidity. "You don t belong to our society, then?" said Mrs. Seal. "No, I m... | Night And Day |
Ralph felt himself stiffen uncomfortably, as he said: | No speaker | how one runs an office."<|quote|>Ralph felt himself stiffen uncomfortably, as he said:</|quote|>"I hope Mary hasn t | "Katharine has come to see how one runs an office."<|quote|>Ralph felt himself stiffen uncomfortably, as he said:</|quote|>"I hope Mary hasn t persuaded you that she knows | without any attempt to conceal her disappointment. Ralph, Katharine supposed, was a frequent visitor, for the only person he thought it necessary to greet was herself, and Mary at once explained the strange fact of her being there by saying: "Katharine has come to see how one runs an office."<|quote|>Ralph felt himself... | reading poetry, unfortunately. You don t remember him, I suppose?" A sharp rap at the door made Katharine s answer inaudible. Mrs. Seal looked up with renewed hope in her eyes, and exclaiming: "The proofs at last!" ran to open the door. "Oh, it s only Mr. Denham!" she cried, without any attempt to conceal her disappoin... | a Mr. Hilbery." "Yes; I m the poet s granddaughter," said Katharine, with a little sigh, after a pause; and for a moment they were all silent. "The poet s granddaughter!" Mrs. Seal repeated, half to herself, with a shake of her head, as if that explained what was otherwise inexplicable. The light kindled in Mr. Clacton... | Mr. Clacton, almost apologetically. "We have to remind her sometimes that others have a right to their views even if they differ from our own...." "Punch" "has a very funny picture this week, about a Suffragist and an agricultural laborer. Have you seen this week s" "Punch," "Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed, and said "No."... | society with that object, Mr. Clacton? If not, there should be, surely." "A most excellent object," said Mr. Clacton in his professional manner. "At the same time, one must deplore the ramification of organizations, Mrs. Seal. So much excellent effort thrown away, not to speak of pounds, shillings, and pence. Now how m... | you in any way related, I wonder, to the poet Alardyce? His daughter, I believe, married a Mr. Hilbery." "Yes; I m the poet s granddaughter," said Katharine, with a little sigh, after a pause; and for a moment they were all silent. "The poet s granddaughter!" Mrs. Seal repeated, half to herself, with a shake of her hea... | Night And Day |
"I hope Mary hasn t persuaded you that she knows how to run an office?" | Ralph Denham | stiffen uncomfortably, as he said:<|quote|>"I hope Mary hasn t persuaded you that she knows how to run an office?"</|quote|>"What, doesn t she?" said | an office." Ralph felt himself stiffen uncomfortably, as he said:<|quote|>"I hope Mary hasn t persuaded you that she knows how to run an office?"</|quote|>"What, doesn t she?" said Katharine, looking from one to | Katharine supposed, was a frequent visitor, for the only person he thought it necessary to greet was herself, and Mary at once explained the strange fact of her being there by saying: "Katharine has come to see how one runs an office." Ralph felt himself stiffen uncomfortably, as he said:<|quote|>"I hope Mary hasn t pe... | I suppose?" A sharp rap at the door made Katharine s answer inaudible. Mrs. Seal looked up with renewed hope in her eyes, and exclaiming: "The proofs at last!" ran to open the door. "Oh, it s only Mr. Denham!" she cried, without any attempt to conceal her disappointment. Ralph, Katharine supposed, was a frequent visito... | s granddaughter," said Katharine, with a little sigh, after a pause; and for a moment they were all silent. "The poet s granddaughter!" Mrs. Seal repeated, half to herself, with a shake of her head, as if that explained what was otherwise inexplicable. The light kindled in Mr. Clacton s eye. "Ah, indeed. That interests... | her sometimes that others have a right to their views even if they differ from our own...." "Punch" "has a very funny picture this week, about a Suffragist and an agricultural laborer. Have you seen this week s" "Punch," "Miss Datchet?" Mary laughed, and said "No." Mr. Clacton then told them the substance of the joke, ... | there should be, surely." "A most excellent object," said Mr. Clacton in his professional manner. "At the same time, one must deplore the ramification of organizations, Mrs. Seal. So much excellent effort thrown away, not to speak of pounds, shillings, and pence. Now how many organizations of a philanthropic nature do ... | Mary interposed, rather sharply. "We re not responsible for all the cranks who choose to lodge in the same house with us." Mr. Clacton cleared his throat and looked at each of the young ladies in turn. He was a good deal struck by the appearance and manner of Miss Hilbery, which seemed to him to place her among those c... | Night And Day |
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