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"We must realize Cyril s point of view first," | Katharine Hilbery | see the whole thing through.<|quote|>"We must realize Cyril s point of view first,"</|quote|>she said, speaking directly to | in hand, visit Cyril, and see the whole thing through.<|quote|>"We must realize Cyril s point of view first,"</|quote|>she said, speaking directly to her mother, as if to | facts as any one could wish more so, by a long way, than Aunt Celia s mind, which seemed to be timidly circling, with a morbid pleasure, in these unpleasant shades. She and her mother together would take the situation in hand, visit Cyril, and see the whole thing through.<|quote|>"We must realize Cyril s point of view ... | was more hurt by the concealment of the sin than by the sin itself. She looked splendidly roused and indignant; and Katharine felt an immense relief and pride in her mother. It was plain that her indignation was very genuine, and that her mind was as perfectly focused upon the facts as any one could wish more so, by a ... | to us like a man," she went on, "and said, I ve been a fool, one would have pitied him; one would have tried to help him. There s nothing so disgraceful after all But he s been going about all these years, pretending, letting one take it for granted, that he was single. And the poor deserted little wife" "She is _not_ ... | tune, as if to interrupt. "I went to Seton Street," Aunt Celia continued firmly. "A very low place lodging-houses, you know, with canaries in the window. Number seven just like all the others. I rang, I knocked; no one came. I went down the area. I am certain I saw some one inside children a cradle. But no reply no rep... | talk about Cyril, mother," she said rather brutally. "Aunt Celia has discovered that Cyril is married. He has a wife and children." "No, he is _not_ married," Mrs. Milvain interposed, in low tones, addressing herself to Mrs. Hilbery. "He has two children, and another on the way." Mrs. Hilbery looked from one to the oth... | reply." She sighed, and looked straight in front of her with a glazed expression in her half-veiled blue eyes. "I stood in the street," she resumed, "in case I could catch a sight of one of them. It seemed a very long time. There were rough men singing in the public-house round the corner. At last the door opened, and ... | Night And Day |
she said, speaking directly to her mother, as if to a contemporary, but before the words were out of her mouth, there was more confusion outside, and Cousin Caroline, Mrs. Hilbery s maiden cousin, entered the room. Although she was by birth an Alardyce, and Aunt Celia a Hilbery, the complexities of the family relations... | No speaker | s point of view first,"<|quote|>she said, speaking directly to her mother, as if to a contemporary, but before the words were out of her mouth, there was more confusion outside, and Cousin Caroline, Mrs. Hilbery s maiden cousin, entered the room. Although she was by birth an Alardyce, and Aunt Celia a Hilbery, the comp... | through. "We must realize Cyril s point of view first,"<|quote|>she said, speaking directly to her mother, as if to a contemporary, but before the words were out of her mouth, there was more confusion outside, and Cousin Caroline, Mrs. Hilbery s maiden cousin, entered the room. Although she was by birth an Alardyce, an... | a long way, than Aunt Celia s mind, which seemed to be timidly circling, with a morbid pleasure, in these unpleasant shades. She and her mother together would take the situation in hand, visit Cyril, and see the whole thing through. "We must realize Cyril s point of view first,"<|quote|>she said, speaking directly to h... | than by the sin itself. She looked splendidly roused and indignant; and Katharine felt an immense relief and pride in her mother. It was plain that her indignation was very genuine, and that her mind was as perfectly focused upon the facts as any one could wish more so, by a long way, than Aunt Celia s mind, which seem... | said, I ve been a fool, one would have pitied him; one would have tried to help him. There s nothing so disgraceful after all But he s been going about all these years, pretending, letting one take it for granted, that he was single. And the poor deserted little wife" "She is _not_ his wife," Aunt Celia interrupted. "I... | Street," Aunt Celia continued firmly. "A very low place lodging-houses, you know, with canaries in the window. Number seven just like all the others. I rang, I knocked; no one came. I went down the area. I am certain I saw some one inside children a cradle. But no reply no reply." She sighed, and looked straight in fro... | Celia has discovered that Cyril is married. He has a wife and children." "No, he is _not_ married," Mrs. Milvain interposed, in low tones, addressing herself to Mrs. Hilbery. "He has two children, and another on the way." Mrs. Hilbery looked from one to the other in bewilderment. "We thought it better to wait until it ... | new lines on his face. So I went to his rooms, when I knew he was engaged at the poor men s college. He lectures there Roman law, you know, or it may be Greek. The landlady said Mr. Alardyce only slept there about once a fortnight now. He looked so ill, she said. She had seen him with a young person. I suspected someth... | Night And Day |
she began, out of breath as she was. | No speaker | with respect. "This unhappy business,"<|quote|>she began, out of breath as she was.</|quote|>"If the train had not | thus entitled to be heard with respect. "This unhappy business,"<|quote|>she began, out of breath as she was.</|quote|>"If the train had not gone out of the station | and reduplication of chins, so much resembling the profile of a cockatoo, had been bared to the weather; she was, indeed, a single lady; but she had, it was the habit to say, "made a life for herself," and was thus entitled to be heard with respect. "This unhappy business,"<|quote|>she began, out of breath as she was.<... | Cousin Caroline s affair as Aunt Celia s. Cousin Caroline was a lady of very imposing height and circumference, but in spite of her size and her handsome trappings, there was something exposed and unsheltered in her expression, as if for many summers her thin red skin and hooked nose and reduplication of chins, so much... | see the whole thing through. "We must realize Cyril s point of view first," she said, speaking directly to her mother, as if to a contemporary, but before the words were out of her mouth, there was more confusion outside, and Cousin Caroline, Mrs. Hilbery s maiden cousin, entered the room. Although she was by birth an ... | continued. "If he d come to us like a man," she went on, "and said, I ve been a fool, one would have pitied him; one would have tried to help him. There s nothing so disgraceful after all But he s been going about all these years, pretending, letting one take it for granted, that he was single. And the poor deserted li... | word, though we ve had him in our house since he was a child noble William s son! I can t believe my ears!" Feeling that the burden of proof was laid upon her, Mrs. Milvain now proceeded with her story. She was elderly and fragile, but her childlessness seemed always to impose these painful duties on her, and to revere... | an immense relief and pride in her mother. It was plain that her indignation was very genuine, and that her mind was as perfectly focused upon the facts as any one could wish more so, by a long way, than Aunt Celia s mind, which seemed to be timidly circling, with a morbid pleasure, in these unpleasant shades. She and ... | Night And Day |
"But does he refuse to marry her?" | Mrs. Hilbery | the sake of the children"<|quote|>"But does he refuse to marry her?"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery inquired, with a | marry her at once for the sake of the children"<|quote|>"But does he refuse to marry her?"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery inquired, with a return of her bewilderment. "He | as she was. "If the train had not gone out of the station just as I arrived, I should have been with you before. Celia has doubtless told you. You will agree with me, Maggie. He must be made to marry her at once for the sake of the children"<|quote|>"But does he refuse to marry her?"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery inquired, wit... | much resembling the profile of a cockatoo, had been bared to the weather; she was, indeed, a single lady; but she had, it was the habit to say, "made a life for herself," and was thus entitled to be heard with respect. "This unhappy business," she began, out of breath as she was. "If the train had not gone out of the s... | birth an Alardyce, and Aunt Celia a Hilbery, the complexities of the family relationship were such that each was at once first and second cousin to the other, and thus aunt and cousin to the culprit Cyril, so that his misbehavior was almost as much Cousin Caroline s affair as Aunt Celia s. Cousin Caroline was a lady of... | that he was single. And the poor deserted little wife" "She is _not_ his wife," Aunt Celia interrupted. "I ve never heard anything so detestable!" Mrs. Hilbery wound up, striking her fist on the arm of her chair. As she realized the facts she became thoroughly disgusted, although, perhaps, she was more hurt by the conc... | duties on her, and to revere the family, and to keep it in repair, had now become the chief object of her life. She told her story in a low, spasmodic, and somewhat broken voice. "I have suspected for some time that he was not happy. There were new lines on his face. So I went to his rooms, when I knew he was engaged a... | a cradle. But no reply no reply." She sighed, and looked straight in front of her with a glazed expression in her half-veiled blue eyes. "I stood in the street," she resumed, "in case I could catch a sight of one of them. It seemed a very long time. There were rough men singing in the public-house round the corner. At ... | Night And Day |
Mrs. Hilbery inquired, with a return of her bewilderment. | No speaker | he refuse to marry her?"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery inquired, with a return of her bewilderment.</|quote|>"He has written an absurd | of the children" "But does he refuse to marry her?"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery inquired, with a return of her bewilderment.</|quote|>"He has written an absurd perverted letter, all quotations," Cousin | not gone out of the station just as I arrived, I should have been with you before. Celia has doubtless told you. You will agree with me, Maggie. He must be made to marry her at once for the sake of the children" "But does he refuse to marry her?"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery inquired, with a return of her bewilderment.</|quote... | had been bared to the weather; she was, indeed, a single lady; but she had, it was the habit to say, "made a life for herself," and was thus entitled to be heard with respect. "This unhappy business," she began, out of breath as she was. "If the train had not gone out of the station just as I arrived, I should have bee... | Hilbery, the complexities of the family relationship were such that each was at once first and second cousin to the other, and thus aunt and cousin to the culprit Cyril, so that his misbehavior was almost as much Cousin Caroline s affair as Aunt Celia s. Cousin Caroline was a lady of very imposing height and circumfere... | deserted little wife" "She is _not_ his wife," Aunt Celia interrupted. "I ve never heard anything so detestable!" Mrs. Hilbery wound up, striking her fist on the arm of her chair. As she realized the facts she became thoroughly disgusted, although, perhaps, she was more hurt by the concealment of the sin than by the si... | family, and to keep it in repair, had now become the chief object of her life. She told her story in a low, spasmodic, and somewhat broken voice. "I have suspected for some time that he was not happy. There were new lines on his face. So I went to his rooms, when I knew he was engaged at the poor men s college. He lect... | only the pillar-box between us." "And what did she look like?" Mrs. Hilbery demanded. "One could see how the poor boy had been deluded," was all that Mrs. Milvain vouchsafed by way of description. "Poor thing!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. "Poor Cyril!" Mrs. Milvain said, laying a slight emphasis upon Cyril. "But they ve go... | Night And Day |
Cousin Caroline puffed. | No speaker | absurd perverted letter, all quotations,"<|quote|>Cousin Caroline puffed.</|quote|>"He thinks he s doing | bewilderment. "He has written an absurd perverted letter, all quotations,"<|quote|>Cousin Caroline puffed.</|quote|>"He thinks he s doing a very fine thing, where | has doubtless told you. You will agree with me, Maggie. He must be made to marry her at once for the sake of the children" "But does he refuse to marry her?" Mrs. Hilbery inquired, with a return of her bewilderment. "He has written an absurd perverted letter, all quotations,"<|quote|>Cousin Caroline puffed.</|quote|>"H... | habit to say, "made a life for herself," and was thus entitled to be heard with respect. "This unhappy business," she began, out of breath as she was. "If the train had not gone out of the station just as I arrived, I should have been with you before. Celia has doubtless told you. You will agree with me, Maggie. He mus... | to the other, and thus aunt and cousin to the culprit Cyril, so that his misbehavior was almost as much Cousin Caroline s affair as Aunt Celia s. Cousin Caroline was a lady of very imposing height and circumference, but in spite of her size and her handsome trappings, there was something exposed and unsheltered in her ... | Mrs. Hilbery wound up, striking her fist on the arm of her chair. As she realized the facts she became thoroughly disgusted, although, perhaps, she was more hurt by the concealment of the sin than by the sin itself. She looked splendidly roused and indignant; and Katharine felt an immense relief and pride in her mother... | her story in a low, spasmodic, and somewhat broken voice. "I have suspected for some time that he was not happy. There were new lines on his face. So I went to his rooms, when I knew he was engaged at the poor men s college. He lectures there Roman law, you know, or it may be Greek. The landlady said Mr. Alardyce only ... | first," she said, speaking directly to her mother, as if to a contemporary, but before the words were out of her mouth, there was more confusion outside, and Cousin Caroline, Mrs. Hilbery s maiden cousin, entered the room. Although she was by birth an Alardyce, and Aunt Celia a Hilbery, the complexities of the family r... | Night And Day |
"She entangled him," | Mrs. Milvain | for which I blame him."<|quote|>"She entangled him,"</|quote|>Aunt Celia intervened, with a | as infatuated as he is for which I blame him."<|quote|>"She entangled him,"</|quote|>Aunt Celia intervened, with a very curious smoothness of intonation, | with a return of her bewilderment. "He has written an absurd perverted letter, all quotations," Cousin Caroline puffed. "He thinks he s doing a very fine thing, where we only see the folly of it.... The girl s every bit as infatuated as he is for which I blame him."<|quote|>"She entangled him,"</|quote|>Aunt Celia inte... | of the station just as I arrived, I should have been with you before. Celia has doubtless told you. You will agree with me, Maggie. He must be made to marry her at once for the sake of the children" "But does he refuse to marry her?" Mrs. Hilbery inquired, with a return of her bewilderment. "He has written an absurd pe... | imposing height and circumference, but in spite of her size and her handsome trappings, there was something exposed and unsheltered in her expression, as if for many summers her thin red skin and hooked nose and reduplication of chins, so much resembling the profile of a cockatoo, had been bared to the weather; she was... | by the sin itself. She looked splendidly roused and indignant; and Katharine felt an immense relief and pride in her mother. It was plain that her indignation was very genuine, and that her mind was as perfectly focused upon the facts as any one could wish more so, by a long way, than Aunt Celia s mind, which seemed to... | I knew he was engaged at the poor men s college. He lectures there Roman law, you know, or it may be Greek. The landlady said Mr. Alardyce only slept there about once a fortnight now. He looked so ill, she said. She had seen him with a young person. I suspected something directly. I went to his room, and there was an e... | Caroline, Mrs. Hilbery s maiden cousin, entered the room. Although she was by birth an Alardyce, and Aunt Celia a Hilbery, the complexities of the family relationship were such that each was at once first and second cousin to the other, and thus aunt and cousin to the culprit Cyril, so that his misbehavior was almost a... | Night And Day |
Aunt Celia intervened, with a very curious smoothness of intonation, which seemed to convey a vision of threads weaving and interweaving a close, white mesh round their victim. | No speaker | blame him." "She entangled him,"<|quote|>Aunt Celia intervened, with a very curious smoothness of intonation, which seemed to convey a vision of threads weaving and interweaving a close, white mesh round their victim.</|quote|>"It s no use going | he is for which I blame him." "She entangled him,"<|quote|>Aunt Celia intervened, with a very curious smoothness of intonation, which seemed to convey a vision of threads weaving and interweaving a close, white mesh round their victim.</|quote|>"It s no use going into the rights and wrongs | of her bewilderment. "He has written an absurd perverted letter, all quotations," Cousin Caroline puffed. "He thinks he s doing a very fine thing, where we only see the folly of it.... The girl s every bit as infatuated as he is for which I blame him." "She entangled him,"<|quote|>Aunt Celia intervened, with a very cur... | just as I arrived, I should have been with you before. Celia has doubtless told you. You will agree with me, Maggie. He must be made to marry her at once for the sake of the children" "But does he refuse to marry her?" Mrs. Hilbery inquired, with a return of her bewilderment. "He has written an absurd perverted letter,... | circumference, but in spite of her size and her handsome trappings, there was something exposed and unsheltered in her expression, as if for many summers her thin red skin and hooked nose and reduplication of chins, so much resembling the profile of a cockatoo, had been bared to the weather; she was, indeed, a single l... | itself. She looked splendidly roused and indignant; and Katharine felt an immense relief and pride in her mother. It was plain that her indignation was very genuine, and that her mind was as perfectly focused upon the facts as any one could wish more so, by a long way, than Aunt Celia s mind, which seemed to be timidly... | was engaged at the poor men s college. He lectures there Roman law, you know, or it may be Greek. The landlady said Mr. Alardyce only slept there about once a fortnight now. He looked so ill, she said. She had seen him with a young person. I suspected something directly. I went to his room, and there was an envelope on... | it must have been the woman herself came right past me. There was only the pillar-box between us." "And what did she look like?" Mrs. Hilbery demanded. "One could see how the poor boy had been deluded," was all that Mrs. Milvain vouchsafed by way of description. "Poor thing!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. "Poor Cyril!" Mrs. ... | Night And Day |
said Cousin Caroline with some acerbity, for she believed herself the only practical one of the family, and regretted that, owing to the slowness of the kitchen clock, Mrs. Milvain had already confused poor dear Maggie with her own incomplete version of the facts. | No speaker | of the affair now, Celia,"<|quote|>said Cousin Caroline with some acerbity, for she believed herself the only practical one of the family, and regretted that, owing to the slowness of the kitchen clock, Mrs. Milvain had already confused poor dear Maggie with her own incomplete version of the facts.</|quote|>"The mischi... | into the rights and wrongs of the affair now, Celia,"<|quote|>said Cousin Caroline with some acerbity, for she believed herself the only practical one of the family, and regretted that, owing to the slowness of the kitchen clock, Mrs. Milvain had already confused poor dear Maggie with her own incomplete version of the ... | which I blame him." "She entangled him," Aunt Celia intervened, with a very curious smoothness of intonation, which seemed to convey a vision of threads weaving and interweaving a close, white mesh round their victim. "It s no use going into the rights and wrongs of the affair now, Celia,"<|quote|>said Cousin Caroline ... | her?" Mrs. Hilbery inquired, with a return of her bewilderment. "He has written an absurd perverted letter, all quotations," Cousin Caroline puffed. "He thinks he s doing a very fine thing, where we only see the folly of it.... The girl s every bit as infatuated as he is for which I blame him." "She entangled him," Aun... | cockatoo, had been bared to the weather; she was, indeed, a single lady; but she had, it was the habit to say, "made a life for herself," and was thus entitled to be heard with respect. "This unhappy business," she began, out of breath as she was. "If the train had not gone out of the station just as I arrived, I shoul... | more so, by a long way, than Aunt Celia s mind, which seemed to be timidly circling, with a morbid pleasure, in these unpleasant shades. She and her mother together would take the situation in hand, visit Cyril, and see the whole thing through. "We must realize Cyril s point of view first," she said, speaking directly ... | with a young person. I suspected something directly. I went to his room, and there was an envelope on the mantelpiece, and a letter with an address in Seton Street, off the Kennington Road." Mrs. Hilbery fidgeted rather restlessly, and hummed fragments of her tune, as if to interrupt. "I went to Seton Street," Aunt Cel... | her expression, as if for many summers her thin red skin and hooked nose and reduplication of chins, so much resembling the profile of a cockatoo, had been bared to the weather; she was, indeed, a single lady; but she had, it was the habit to say, "made a life for herself," and was thus entitled to be heard with respec... | Night And Day |
"But let us hope it will be a girl," | Mrs. Hilbery | your father s name, remember."<|quote|>"But let us hope it will be a girl,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Hilbery. Katharine, who | will bear your name, Maggie your father s name, remember."<|quote|>"But let us hope it will be a girl,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Hilbery. Katharine, who had been looking at her | incomplete version of the facts. "The mischief s done, and very ugly mischief too. Are we to allow the third child to be born out of wedlock? (I am sorry to have to say these things before you, Katharine.) He will bear your name, Maggie your father s name, remember."<|quote|>"But let us hope it will be a girl,"</|quote... | going into the rights and wrongs of the affair now, Celia," said Cousin Caroline with some acerbity, for she believed herself the only practical one of the family, and regretted that, owing to the slowness of the kitchen clock, Mrs. Milvain had already confused poor dear Maggie with her own incomplete version of the fa... | the sake of the children" "But does he refuse to marry her?" Mrs. Hilbery inquired, with a return of her bewilderment. "He has written an absurd perverted letter, all quotations," Cousin Caroline puffed. "He thinks he s doing a very fine thing, where we only see the folly of it.... The girl s every bit as infatuated as... | room. Although she was by birth an Alardyce, and Aunt Celia a Hilbery, the complexities of the family relationship were such that each was at once first and second cousin to the other, and thus aunt and cousin to the culprit Cyril, so that his misbehavior was almost as much Cousin Caroline s affair as Aunt Celia s. Cou... | I am certain I saw some one inside children a cradle. But no reply no reply." She sighed, and looked straight in front of her with a glazed expression in her half-veiled blue eyes. "I stood in the street," she resumed, "in case I could catch a sight of one of them. It seemed a very long time. There were rough men singi... | an immense relief and pride in her mother. It was plain that her indignation was very genuine, and that her mind was as perfectly focused upon the facts as any one could wish more so, by a long way, than Aunt Celia s mind, which seemed to be timidly circling, with a morbid pleasure, in these unpleasant shades. She and ... | Night And Day |
said Mrs. Hilbery. Katharine, who had been looking at her mother constantly, while the chatter of tongues held sway, perceived that the look of straightforward indignation had already vanished; her mother was evidently casting about in her mind for some method of escape, or bright spot, or sudden illumination which sho... | No speaker | it will be a girl,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Hilbery. Katharine, who had been looking at her mother constantly, while the chatter of tongues held sway, perceived that the look of straightforward indignation had already vanished; her mother was evidently casting about in her mind for some method of escape, or bright spot, or s... | remember." "But let us hope it will be a girl,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Hilbery. Katharine, who had been looking at her mother constantly, while the chatter of tongues held sway, perceived that the look of straightforward indignation had already vanished; her mother was evidently casting about in her mind for some method of ... | and very ugly mischief too. Are we to allow the third child to be born out of wedlock? (I am sorry to have to say these things before you, Katharine.) He will bear your name, Maggie your father s name, remember." "But let us hope it will be a girl,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Hilbery. Katharine, who had been looking at her moth... | now, Celia," said Cousin Caroline with some acerbity, for she believed herself the only practical one of the family, and regretted that, owing to the slowness of the kitchen clock, Mrs. Milvain had already confused poor dear Maggie with her own incomplete version of the facts. "The mischief s done, and very ugly mischi... | to marry her?" Mrs. Hilbery inquired, with a return of her bewilderment. "He has written an absurd perverted letter, all quotations," Cousin Caroline puffed. "He thinks he s doing a very fine thing, where we only see the folly of it.... The girl s every bit as infatuated as he is for which I blame him." "She entangled ... | Aunt Celia a Hilbery, the complexities of the family relationship were such that each was at once first and second cousin to the other, and thus aunt and cousin to the culprit Cyril, so that his misbehavior was almost as much Cousin Caroline s affair as Aunt Celia s. Cousin Caroline was a lady of very imposing height a... | a cradle. But no reply no reply." She sighed, and looked straight in front of her with a glazed expression in her half-veiled blue eyes. "I stood in the street," she resumed, "in case I could catch a sight of one of them. It seemed a very long time. There were rough men singing in the public-house round the corner. At ... | itself. She looked splendidly roused and indignant; and Katharine felt an immense relief and pride in her mother. It was plain that her indignation was very genuine, and that her mind was as perfectly focused upon the facts as any one could wish more so, by a long way, than Aunt Celia s mind, which seemed to be timidly... | Night And Day |
"It s detestable quite detestable!" | Mrs. Hilbery | but incontestably, for the best.<|quote|>"It s detestable quite detestable!"</|quote|>she repeated, but in tones | that all had happened, miraculously but incontestably, for the best.<|quote|>"It s detestable quite detestable!"</|quote|>she repeated, but in tones of no great assurance; and | held sway, perceived that the look of straightforward indignation had already vanished; her mother was evidently casting about in her mind for some method of escape, or bright spot, or sudden illumination which should show to the satisfaction of everybody that all had happened, miraculously but incontestably, for the b... | wedlock? (I am sorry to have to say these things before you, Katharine.) He will bear your name, Maggie your father s name, remember." "But let us hope it will be a girl," said Mrs. Hilbery. Katharine, who had been looking at her mother constantly, while the chatter of tongues held sway, perceived that the look of stra... | of intonation, which seemed to convey a vision of threads weaving and interweaving a close, white mesh round their victim. "It s no use going into the rights and wrongs of the affair now, Celia," said Cousin Caroline with some acerbity, for she believed herself the only practical one of the family, and regretted that, ... | her handsome trappings, there was something exposed and unsheltered in her expression, as if for many summers her thin red skin and hooked nose and reduplication of chins, so much resembling the profile of a cockatoo, had been bared to the weather; she was, indeed, a single lady; but she had, it was the habit to say, "... | one it must have been the woman herself came right past me. There was only the pillar-box between us." "And what did she look like?" Mrs. Hilbery demanded. "One could see how the poor boy had been deluded," was all that Mrs. Milvain vouchsafed by way of description. "Poor thing!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. "Poor Cyril!" M... | expression, as if for many summers her thin red skin and hooked nose and reduplication of chins, so much resembling the profile of a cockatoo, had been bared to the weather; she was, indeed, a single lady; but she had, it was the habit to say, "made a life for herself," and was thus entitled to be heard with respect. "... | Night And Day |
she repeated, but in tones of no great assurance; and then her face lit up with a smile which, tentative at first, soon became almost assured. | No speaker | "It s detestable quite detestable!"<|quote|>she repeated, but in tones of no great assurance; and then her face lit up with a smile which, tentative at first, soon became almost assured.</|quote|>"Nowadays, people don t think | but incontestably, for the best. "It s detestable quite detestable!"<|quote|>she repeated, but in tones of no great assurance; and then her face lit up with a smile which, tentative at first, soon became almost assured.</|quote|>"Nowadays, people don t think so badly of these things | look of straightforward indignation had already vanished; her mother was evidently casting about in her mind for some method of escape, or bright spot, or sudden illumination which should show to the satisfaction of everybody that all had happened, miraculously but incontestably, for the best. "It s detestable quite de... | have to say these things before you, Katharine.) He will bear your name, Maggie your father s name, remember." "But let us hope it will be a girl," said Mrs. Hilbery. Katharine, who had been looking at her mother constantly, while the chatter of tongues held sway, perceived that the look of straightforward indignation ... | convey a vision of threads weaving and interweaving a close, white mesh round their victim. "It s no use going into the rights and wrongs of the affair now, Celia," said Cousin Caroline with some acerbity, for she believed herself the only practical one of the family, and regretted that, owing to the slowness of the ki... | something exposed and unsheltered in her expression, as if for many summers her thin red skin and hooked nose and reduplication of chins, so much resembling the profile of a cockatoo, had been bared to the weather; she was, indeed, a single lady; but she had, it was the habit to say, "made a life for herself," and was ... | the woman herself came right past me. There was only the pillar-box between us." "And what did she look like?" Mrs. Hilbery demanded. "One could see how the poor boy had been deluded," was all that Mrs. Milvain vouchsafed by way of description. "Poor thing!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. "Poor Cyril!" Mrs. Milvain said, layi... | mind, which seemed to be timidly circling, with a morbid pleasure, in these unpleasant shades. She and her mother together would take the situation in hand, visit Cyril, and see the whole thing through. "We must realize Cyril s point of view first," she said, speaking directly to her mother, as if to a contemporary, bu... | Night And Day |
"Nowadays, people don t think so badly of these things as they used to do," | Mrs. Hilbery | first, soon became almost assured.<|quote|>"Nowadays, people don t think so badly of these things as they used to do,"</|quote|>she began. "It will be | a smile which, tentative at first, soon became almost assured.<|quote|>"Nowadays, people don t think so badly of these things as they used to do,"</|quote|>she began. "It will be horribly uncomfortable for them sometimes, | illumination which should show to the satisfaction of everybody that all had happened, miraculously but incontestably, for the best. "It s detestable quite detestable!" she repeated, but in tones of no great assurance; and then her face lit up with a smile which, tentative at first, soon became almost assured.<|quote|>... | a girl," said Mrs. Hilbery. Katharine, who had been looking at her mother constantly, while the chatter of tongues held sway, perceived that the look of straightforward indignation had already vanished; her mother was evidently casting about in her mind for some method of escape, or bright spot, or sudden illumination ... | the affair now, Celia," said Cousin Caroline with some acerbity, for she believed herself the only practical one of the family, and regretted that, owing to the slowness of the kitchen clock, Mrs. Milvain had already confused poor dear Maggie with her own incomplete version of the facts. "The mischief s done, and very ... | the profile of a cockatoo, had been bared to the weather; she was, indeed, a single lady; but she had, it was the habit to say, "made a life for herself," and was thus entitled to be heard with respect. "This unhappy business," she began, out of breath as she was. "If the train had not gone out of the station just as I... | how the poor boy had been deluded," was all that Mrs. Milvain vouchsafed by way of description. "Poor thing!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. "Poor Cyril!" Mrs. Milvain said, laying a slight emphasis upon Cyril. "But they ve got nothing to live upon," Mrs. Hilbery continued. "If he d come to us like a man," she went on, "and s... | a lady of very imposing height and circumference, but in spite of her size and her handsome trappings, there was something exposed and unsheltered in her expression, as if for many summers her thin red skin and hooked nose and reduplication of chins, so much resembling the profile of a cockatoo, had been bared to the w... | Night And Day |
she began. | No speaker | as they used to do,"<|quote|>she began.</|quote|>"It will be horribly uncomfortable | so badly of these things as they used to do,"<|quote|>she began.</|quote|>"It will be horribly uncomfortable for them sometimes, but if | incontestably, for the best. "It s detestable quite detestable!" she repeated, but in tones of no great assurance; and then her face lit up with a smile which, tentative at first, soon became almost assured. "Nowadays, people don t think so badly of these things as they used to do,"<|quote|>she began.</|quote|>"It will... | the chatter of tongues held sway, perceived that the look of straightforward indignation had already vanished; her mother was evidently casting about in her mind for some method of escape, or bright spot, or sudden illumination which should show to the satisfaction of everybody that all had happened, miraculously but i... | only practical one of the family, and regretted that, owing to the slowness of the kitchen clock, Mrs. Milvain had already confused poor dear Maggie with her own incomplete version of the facts. "The mischief s done, and very ugly mischief too. Are we to allow the third child to be born out of wedlock? (I am sorry to h... | single lady; but she had, it was the habit to say, "made a life for herself," and was thus entitled to be heard with respect. "This unhappy business," she began, out of breath as she was. "If the train had not gone out of the station just as I arrived, I should have been with you before. Celia has doubtless told you. Y... | of description. "Poor thing!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. "Poor Cyril!" Mrs. Milvain said, laying a slight emphasis upon Cyril. "But they ve got nothing to live upon," Mrs. Hilbery continued. "If he d come to us like a man," she went on, "and said, I ve been a fool, one would have pitied him; one would have tried to help h... | a cockatoo, had been bared to the weather; she was, indeed, a single lady; but she had, it was the habit to say, "made a life for herself," and was thus entitled to be heard with respect. "This unhappy business," she began, out of breath as she was. "If the train had not gone out of the station just as I arrived, I sho... | Night And Day |
"It will be horribly uncomfortable for them sometimes, but if they are brave, clever children, as they will be, I dare say it ll make remarkable people of them in the end. Robert Browning used to say that every great man has Jewish blood in him, and we must try to look at it in that light. And, after all, Cyril has act... | Mrs. Hilbery | used to do," she began.<|quote|>"It will be horribly uncomfortable for them sometimes, but if they are brave, clever children, as they will be, I dare say it ll make remarkable people of them in the end. Robert Browning used to say that every great man has Jewish blood in him, and we must try to look at it in that ligh... | of these things as they used to do," she began.<|quote|>"It will be horribly uncomfortable for them sometimes, but if they are brave, clever children, as they will be, I dare say it ll make remarkable people of them in the end. Robert Browning used to say that every great man has Jewish blood in him, and we must try to... | the best. "It s detestable quite detestable!" she repeated, but in tones of no great assurance; and then her face lit up with a smile which, tentative at first, soon became almost assured. "Nowadays, people don t think so badly of these things as they used to do," she began.<|quote|>"It will be horribly uncomfortable f... | of tongues held sway, perceived that the look of straightforward indignation had already vanished; her mother was evidently casting about in her mind for some method of escape, or bright spot, or sudden illumination which should show to the satisfaction of everybody that all had happened, miraculously but incontestably... | one of the family, and regretted that, owing to the slowness of the kitchen clock, Mrs. Milvain had already confused poor dear Maggie with her own incomplete version of the facts. "The mischief s done, and very ugly mischief too. Are we to allow the third child to be born out of wedlock? (I am sorry to have to say thes... | but she had, it was the habit to say, "made a life for herself," and was thus entitled to be heard with respect. "This unhappy business," she began, out of breath as she was. "If the train had not gone out of the station just as I arrived, I should have been with you before. Celia has doubtless told you. You will agree... | "Poor thing!" Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed. "Poor Cyril!" Mrs. Milvain said, laying a slight emphasis upon Cyril. "But they ve got nothing to live upon," Mrs. Hilbery continued. "If he d come to us like a man," she went on, "and said, I ve been a fool, one would have pitied him; one would have tried to help him. There s noth... | she began, out of breath as she was. "If the train had not gone out of the station just as I arrived, I should have been with you before. Celia has doubtless told you. You will agree with me, Maggie. He must be made to marry her at once for the sake of the children" "But does he refuse to marry her?" Mrs. Hilbery inqui... | Night And Day |
she concluded. | No speaker | have been done on principle,"<|quote|>she concluded.</|quote|>"I m afraid I take | most terrible things in history have been done on principle,"<|quote|>she concluded.</|quote|>"I m afraid I take a very different view of | it in that light. And, after all, Cyril has acted on principle. One may disagree with his principle, but, at least, one can respect it like the French Revolution, or Cromwell cutting the King s head off. Some of the most terrible things in history have been done on principle,"<|quote|>she concluded.</|quote|>"I m afrai... | horribly uncomfortable for them sometimes, but if they are brave, clever children, as they will be, I dare say it ll make remarkable people of them in the end. Robert Browning used to say that every great man has Jewish blood in him, and we must try to look at it in that light. And, after all, Cyril has acted on princi... | sway, perceived that the look of straightforward indignation had already vanished; her mother was evidently casting about in her mind for some method of escape, or bright spot, or sudden illumination which should show to the satisfaction of everybody that all had happened, miraculously but incontestably, for the best. ... | letter, all quotations," Cousin Caroline puffed. "He thinks he s doing a very fine thing, where we only see the folly of it.... The girl s every bit as infatuated as he is for which I blame him." "She entangled him," Aunt Celia intervened, with a very curious smoothness of intonation, which seemed to convey a vision of... | anything so detestable!" Mrs. Hilbery wound up, striking her fist on the arm of her chair. As she realized the facts she became thoroughly disgusted, although, perhaps, she was more hurt by the concealment of the sin than by the sin itself. She looked splendidly roused and indignant; and Katharine felt an immense relie... | Caroline puffed. "He thinks he s doing a very fine thing, where we only see the folly of it.... The girl s every bit as infatuated as he is for which I blame him." "She entangled him," Aunt Celia intervened, with a very curious smoothness of intonation, which seemed to convey a vision of threads weaving and interweavin... | Night And Day |
Cousin Caroline remarked tartly. | No speaker | very different view of principle,"<|quote|>Cousin Caroline remarked tartly.</|quote|>"Principle!" Aunt Celia repeated, with | m afraid I take a very different view of principle,"<|quote|>Cousin Caroline remarked tartly.</|quote|>"Principle!" Aunt Celia repeated, with an air of deprecating such | may disagree with his principle, but, at least, one can respect it like the French Revolution, or Cromwell cutting the King s head off. Some of the most terrible things in history have been done on principle," she concluded. "I m afraid I take a very different view of principle,"<|quote|>Cousin Caroline remarked tartly... | they will be, I dare say it ll make remarkable people of them in the end. Robert Browning used to say that every great man has Jewish blood in him, and we must try to look at it in that light. And, after all, Cyril has acted on principle. One may disagree with his principle, but, at least, one can respect it like the F... | was evidently casting about in her mind for some method of escape, or bright spot, or sudden illumination which should show to the satisfaction of everybody that all had happened, miraculously but incontestably, for the best. "It s detestable quite detestable!" she repeated, but in tones of no great assurance; and then... | fine thing, where we only see the folly of it.... The girl s every bit as infatuated as he is for which I blame him." "She entangled him," Aunt Celia intervened, with a very curious smoothness of intonation, which seemed to convey a vision of threads weaving and interweaving a close, white mesh round their victim. "It ... | of her chair. As she realized the facts she became thoroughly disgusted, although, perhaps, she was more hurt by the concealment of the sin than by the sin itself. She looked splendidly roused and indignant; and Katharine felt an immense relief and pride in her mother. It was plain that her indignation was very genuine... | Hilbery. Katharine, who had been looking at her mother constantly, while the chatter of tongues held sway, perceived that the look of straightforward indignation had already vanished; her mother was evidently casting about in her mind for some method of escape, or bright spot, or sudden illumination which should show t... | Night And Day |
"Principle!" | Mrs. Milvain | principle," Cousin Caroline remarked tartly.<|quote|>"Principle!"</|quote|>Aunt Celia repeated, with an | a very different view of principle," Cousin Caroline remarked tartly.<|quote|>"Principle!"</|quote|>Aunt Celia repeated, with an air of deprecating such a | principle, but, at least, one can respect it like the French Revolution, or Cromwell cutting the King s head off. Some of the most terrible things in history have been done on principle," she concluded. "I m afraid I take a very different view of principle," Cousin Caroline remarked tartly.<|quote|>"Principle!"</|quote... | dare say it ll make remarkable people of them in the end. Robert Browning used to say that every great man has Jewish blood in him, and we must try to look at it in that light. And, after all, Cyril has acted on principle. One may disagree with his principle, but, at least, one can respect it like the French Revolution... | in her mind for some method of escape, or bright spot, or sudden illumination which should show to the satisfaction of everybody that all had happened, miraculously but incontestably, for the best. "It s detestable quite detestable!" she repeated, but in tones of no great assurance; and then her face lit up with a smil... | only see the folly of it.... The girl s every bit as infatuated as he is for which I blame him." "She entangled him," Aunt Celia intervened, with a very curious smoothness of intonation, which seemed to convey a vision of threads weaving and interweaving a close, white mesh round their victim. "It s no use going into t... | she realized the facts she became thoroughly disgusted, although, perhaps, she was more hurt by the concealment of the sin than by the sin itself. She looked splendidly roused and indignant; and Katharine felt an immense relief and pride in her mother. It was plain that her indignation was very genuine, and that her mi... | Caroline with some acerbity, for she believed herself the only practical one of the family, and regretted that, owing to the slowness of the kitchen clock, Mrs. Milvain had already confused poor dear Maggie with her own incomplete version of the facts. "The mischief s done, and very ugly mischief too. Are we to allow t... | Night And Day |
Aunt Celia repeated, with an air of deprecating such a word in such a connection. | No speaker | Cousin Caroline remarked tartly. "Principle!"<|quote|>Aunt Celia repeated, with an air of deprecating such a word in such a connection.</|quote|>"I will go to-morrow and | very different view of principle," Cousin Caroline remarked tartly. "Principle!"<|quote|>Aunt Celia repeated, with an air of deprecating such a word in such a connection.</|quote|>"I will go to-morrow and see him," she added. "But | but, at least, one can respect it like the French Revolution, or Cromwell cutting the King s head off. Some of the most terrible things in history have been done on principle," she concluded. "I m afraid I take a very different view of principle," Cousin Caroline remarked tartly. "Principle!"<|quote|>Aunt Celia repeate... | say it ll make remarkable people of them in the end. Robert Browning used to say that every great man has Jewish blood in him, and we must try to look at it in that light. And, after all, Cyril has acted on principle. One may disagree with his principle, but, at least, one can respect it like the French Revolution, or ... | her mind for some method of escape, or bright spot, or sudden illumination which should show to the satisfaction of everybody that all had happened, miraculously but incontestably, for the best. "It s detestable quite detestable!" she repeated, but in tones of no great assurance; and then her face lit up with a smile w... | see the folly of it.... The girl s every bit as infatuated as he is for which I blame him." "She entangled him," Aunt Celia intervened, with a very curious smoothness of intonation, which seemed to convey a vision of threads weaving and interweaving a close, white mesh round their victim. "It s no use going into the ri... | realized the facts she became thoroughly disgusted, although, perhaps, she was more hurt by the concealment of the sin than by the sin itself. She looked splendidly roused and indignant; and Katharine felt an immense relief and pride in her mother. It was plain that her indignation was very genuine, and that her mind w... | him," Aunt Celia intervened, with a very curious smoothness of intonation, which seemed to convey a vision of threads weaving and interweaving a close, white mesh round their victim. "It s no use going into the rights and wrongs of the affair now, Celia," said Cousin Caroline with some acerbity, for she believed hersel... | Night And Day |
"I will go to-morrow and see him," | Mrs. Milvain | word in such a connection.<|quote|>"I will go to-morrow and see him,"</|quote|>she added. "But why should | air of deprecating such a word in such a connection.<|quote|>"I will go to-morrow and see him,"</|quote|>she added. "But why should you take these disagreeable things | King s head off. Some of the most terrible things in history have been done on principle," she concluded. "I m afraid I take a very different view of principle," Cousin Caroline remarked tartly. "Principle!" Aunt Celia repeated, with an air of deprecating such a word in such a connection.<|quote|>"I will go to-morrow a... | say that every great man has Jewish blood in him, and we must try to look at it in that light. And, after all, Cyril has acted on principle. One may disagree with his principle, but, at least, one can respect it like the French Revolution, or Cromwell cutting the King s head off. Some of the most terrible things in his... | show to the satisfaction of everybody that all had happened, miraculously but incontestably, for the best. "It s detestable quite detestable!" she repeated, but in tones of no great assurance; and then her face lit up with a smile which, tentative at first, soon became almost assured. "Nowadays, people don t think so b... | for which I blame him." "She entangled him," Aunt Celia intervened, with a very curious smoothness of intonation, which seemed to convey a vision of threads weaving and interweaving a close, white mesh round their victim. "It s no use going into the rights and wrongs of the affair now, Celia," said Cousin Caroline with... | concealment of the sin than by the sin itself. She looked splendidly roused and indignant; and Katharine felt an immense relief and pride in her mother. It was plain that her indignation was very genuine, and that her mind was as perfectly focused upon the facts as any one could wish more so, by a long way, than Aunt C... | Mrs. Milvain had already confused poor dear Maggie with her own incomplete version of the facts. "The mischief s done, and very ugly mischief too. Are we to allow the third child to be born out of wedlock? (I am sorry to have to say these things before you, Katharine.) He will bear your name, Maggie your father s name,... | Night And Day |
she added. | No speaker | go to-morrow and see him,"<|quote|>she added.</|quote|>"But why should you take | such a connection. "I will go to-morrow and see him,"<|quote|>she added.</|quote|>"But why should you take these disagreeable things upon yourself, | most terrible things in history have been done on principle," she concluded. "I m afraid I take a very different view of principle," Cousin Caroline remarked tartly. "Principle!" Aunt Celia repeated, with an air of deprecating such a word in such a connection. "I will go to-morrow and see him,"<|quote|>she added.</|quo... | blood in him, and we must try to look at it in that light. And, after all, Cyril has acted on principle. One may disagree with his principle, but, at least, one can respect it like the French Revolution, or Cromwell cutting the King s head off. Some of the most terrible things in history have been done on principle," s... | all had happened, miraculously but incontestably, for the best. "It s detestable quite detestable!" she repeated, but in tones of no great assurance; and then her face lit up with a smile which, tentative at first, soon became almost assured. "Nowadays, people don t think so badly of these things as they used to do," s... | him," Aunt Celia intervened, with a very curious smoothness of intonation, which seemed to convey a vision of threads weaving and interweaving a close, white mesh round their victim. "It s no use going into the rights and wrongs of the affair now, Celia," said Cousin Caroline with some acerbity, for she believed hersel... | sin itself. She looked splendidly roused and indignant; and Katharine felt an immense relief and pride in her mother. It was plain that her indignation was very genuine, and that her mind was as perfectly focused upon the facts as any one could wish more so, by a long way, than Aunt Celia s mind, which seemed to be tim... | in her expression, as if for many summers her thin red skin and hooked nose and reduplication of chins, so much resembling the profile of a cockatoo, had been bared to the weather; she was, indeed, a single lady; but she had, it was the habit to say, "made a life for herself," and was thus entitled to be heard with res... | Night And Day |
"But why should you take these disagreeable things upon yourself, Celia?" | Mrs. Hilbery | and see him," she added.<|quote|>"But why should you take these disagreeable things upon yourself, Celia?"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery interposed, and Cousin | connection. "I will go to-morrow and see him," she added.<|quote|>"But why should you take these disagreeable things upon yourself, Celia?"</|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery interposed, and Cousin Caroline thereupon protested with some | things in history have been done on principle," she concluded. "I m afraid I take a very different view of principle," Cousin Caroline remarked tartly. "Principle!" Aunt Celia repeated, with an air of deprecating such a word in such a connection. "I will go to-morrow and see him," she added.<|quote|>"But why should you... | him, and we must try to look at it in that light. And, after all, Cyril has acted on principle. One may disagree with his principle, but, at least, one can respect it like the French Revolution, or Cromwell cutting the King s head off. Some of the most terrible things in history have been done on principle," she conclu... | happened, miraculously but incontestably, for the best. "It s detestable quite detestable!" she repeated, but in tones of no great assurance; and then her face lit up with a smile which, tentative at first, soon became almost assured. "Nowadays, people don t think so badly of these things as they used to do," she began... | Celia intervened, with a very curious smoothness of intonation, which seemed to convey a vision of threads weaving and interweaving a close, white mesh round their victim. "It s no use going into the rights and wrongs of the affair now, Celia," said Cousin Caroline with some acerbity, for she believed herself the only ... | She looked splendidly roused and indignant; and Katharine felt an immense relief and pride in her mother. It was plain that her indignation was very genuine, and that her mind was as perfectly focused upon the facts as any one could wish more so, by a long way, than Aunt Celia s mind, which seemed to be timidly circlin... | he refuse to marry her?" Mrs. Hilbery inquired, with a return of her bewilderment. "He has written an absurd perverted letter, all quotations," Cousin Caroline puffed. "He thinks he s doing a very fine thing, where we only see the folly of it.... The girl s every bit as infatuated as he is for which I blame him." "She ... | Night And Day |
Mrs. Hilbery interposed, and Cousin Caroline thereupon protested with some further plan involving sacrifice of herself. Growing weary of it all, Katharine turned to the window, and stood among the folds of the curtain, pressing close to the window-pane, and gazing disconsolately at the river much in the attitude of a c... | No speaker | disagreeable things upon yourself, Celia?"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery interposed, and Cousin Caroline thereupon protested with some further plan involving sacrifice of herself. Growing weary of it all, Katharine turned to the window, and stood among the folds of the curtain, pressing close to the window-pane, and gazing disc... | why should you take these disagreeable things upon yourself, Celia?"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilbery interposed, and Cousin Caroline thereupon protested with some further plan involving sacrifice of herself. Growing weary of it all, Katharine turned to the window, and stood among the folds of the curtain, pressing close to the wi... | m afraid I take a very different view of principle," Cousin Caroline remarked tartly. "Principle!" Aunt Celia repeated, with an air of deprecating such a word in such a connection. "I will go to-morrow and see him," she added. "But why should you take these disagreeable things upon yourself, Celia?"<|quote|>Mrs. Hilber... | light. And, after all, Cyril has acted on principle. One may disagree with his principle, but, at least, one can respect it like the French Revolution, or Cromwell cutting the King s head off. Some of the most terrible things in history have been done on principle," she concluded. "I m afraid I take a very different vi... | detestable!" she repeated, but in tones of no great assurance; and then her face lit up with a smile which, tentative at first, soon became almost assured. "Nowadays, people don t think so badly of these things as they used to do," she began. "It will be horribly uncomfortable for them sometimes, but if they are brave,... | to convey a vision of threads weaving and interweaving a close, white mesh round their victim. "It s no use going into the rights and wrongs of the affair now, Celia," said Cousin Caroline with some acerbity, for she believed herself the only practical one of the family, and regretted that, owing to the slowness of the... | relief and pride in her mother. It was plain that her indignation was very genuine, and that her mind was as perfectly focused upon the facts as any one could wish more so, by a long way, than Aunt Celia s mind, which seemed to be timidly circling, with a morbid pleasure, in these unpleasant shades. She and her mother ... | owing to the slowness of the kitchen clock, Mrs. Milvain had already confused poor dear Maggie with her own incomplete version of the facts. "The mischief s done, and very ugly mischief too. Are we to allow the third child to be born out of wedlock? (I am sorry to have to say these things before you, Katharine.) He wil... | Night And Day |
"It s life that matters, nothing but life the process of discovering the everlasting and perpetual process, not the discovery itself at all." | Katharine Hilbery | had stuck to her memory:<|quote|>"It s life that matters, nothing but life the process of discovering the everlasting and perpetual process, not the discovery itself at all."</|quote|>Thus occupied, she did not | to herself some lines which had stuck to her memory:<|quote|>"It s life that matters, nothing but life the process of discovering the everlasting and perpetual process, not the discovery itself at all."</|quote|>Thus occupied, she did not see Denham, and he had | impeded her, and her direction were different from theirs. He noticed this calmly; but suddenly, as he passed her, his hands and knees began to tremble, and his heart beat painfully. She did not see him, and went on repeating to herself some lines which had stuck to her memory:<|quote|>"It s life that matters, nothing ... | illustration of the argument that was going forward in his mind. In this spirit he noticed the rather set expression in her eyes, and the slight, half-conscious movement of her lips, which, together with her height and the distinction of her dress, made her look as if the scurrying crowd impeded her, and her direction ... | greenish and yellowish artificial light were being poured into an atmosphere which, in country lanes, would now have been soft with the smoke of wood fires; and on both sides of the road the shop windows were full of sparkling chains and highly polished leather cases, which stood upon shelves made of thick plate-glass.... | serious, and rather less dictatorial at home, for he was apt to hear Mary laughing at him, and telling him, as she was fond of doing, that he knew nothing at all about anything. She made him, also, take an interest in public questions, for which she had a natural liking; and was in process of turning him from Tory to R... | who took their own work more lightly, and, if they foretold his advancement, it was not altogether sympathetically. Indeed, he appeared to be rather a hard and self-sufficient young man, with a queer temper, and manners that were uncompromisingly abrupt, who was consumed with a desire to get on in the world, which was ... | near London; and his weekly visit to old Miss Trotter at Ealing, who was an authority upon the science of Heraldry, never failed to excite her laughter. She wanted to know everything, even the kind of cake which the old lady supplied on these occasions; and their summer excursions to churches in the neighborhood of Lon... | Night And Day |
Thus occupied, she did not see Denham, and he had not the courage to stop her. But immediately the whole scene in the Strand wore that curious look of order and purpose which is imparted to the most heterogeneous things when music sounds; and so pleasant was this impression that he was very glad that he had not stopped... | No speaker | the discovery itself at all."<|quote|>Thus occupied, she did not see Denham, and he had not the courage to stop her. But immediately the whole scene in the Strand wore that curious look of order and purpose which is imparted to the most heterogeneous things when music sounds; and so pleasant was this impression that he... | everlasting and perpetual process, not the discovery itself at all."<|quote|>Thus occupied, she did not see Denham, and he had not the courage to stop her. But immediately the whole scene in the Strand wore that curious look of order and purpose which is imparted to the most heterogeneous things when music sounds; and ... | began to tremble, and his heart beat painfully. She did not see him, and went on repeating to herself some lines which had stuck to her memory: "It s life that matters, nothing but life the process of discovering the everlasting and perpetual process, not the discovery itself at all."<|quote|>Thus occupied, she did not... | and the slight, half-conscious movement of her lips, which, together with her height and the distinction of her dress, made her look as if the scurrying crowd impeded her, and her direction were different from theirs. He noticed this calmly; but suddenly, as he passed her, his hands and knees began to tremble, and his ... | of wood fires; and on both sides of the road the shop windows were full of sparkling chains and highly polished leather cases, which stood upon shelves made of thick plate-glass. None of these different objects was seen separately by Denham, but from all of them he drew an impression of stir and cheerfulness. Thus it c... | fond of doing, that he knew nothing at all about anything. She made him, also, take an interest in public questions, for which she had a natural liking; and was in process of turning him from Tory to Radical, after a course of public meetings, which began by boring him acutely, and ended by exciting him even more than ... | rather a hard and self-sufficient young man, with a queer temper, and manners that were uncompromisingly abrupt, who was consumed with a desire to get on in the world, which was natural, these critics thought, in a man of no means, but not engaging. The young men in the office had a perfect right to these opinions, bec... | ready to talk about themselves, and had come to listen to them as one listens to children, without any thought of herself. But with Ralph, she had very little of this maternal feeling, and, in consequence, a much keener sense of her own individuality. Late one afternoon Ralph stepped along the Strand to an interview wi... | Night And Day |
"Now," | Mary Datchet | then turned it off again.<|quote|>"Now,"</|quote|>she thought to herself, as | to its fullest volume, and then turned it off again.<|quote|>"Now,"</|quote|>she thought to herself, as she screwed it tight, "I | Ralph appear unexpectedly in her room threw Mary for a second off her balance. She had been cleaning knives in her little scullery, and when she had let him in she went back again, and turned on the cold-water tap to its fullest volume, and then turned it off again.<|quote|>"Now,"</|quote|>she thought to herself, as sh... | the plan almost with a blush as, with a curious division of consciousness, one plucks a flower sentimentally and throws it away, with a blush, when it is actually picked. No, he would go and see Mary Datchet. By this time she would be back from her work. To see Ralph appear unexpectedly in her room threw Mary for a sec... | impression that he was very glad that he had not stopped her, after all. It grew slowly fainter, but lasted until he stood outside the barrister s chambers. When his interview with the barrister was over, it was too late to go back to the office. His sight of Katharine had put him queerly out of tune for a domestic eve... | an impression of stir and cheerfulness. Thus it came about that he saw Katharine Hilbery coming towards him, and looked straight at her, as if she were only an illustration of the argument that was going forward in his mind. In this spirit he noticed the rather set expression in her eyes, and the slight, half-conscious... | even the kind of cake which the old lady supplied on these occasions; and their summer excursions to churches in the neighborhood of London for the purpose of taking rubbings of the brasses became most important festivals, from the interest she took in them. In six months she knew more about his odd friends and hobbies... | impeded her, and her direction were different from theirs. He noticed this calmly; but suddenly, as he passed her, his hands and knees began to tremble, and his heart beat painfully. She did not see him, and went on repeating to herself some lines which had stuck to her memory: "It s life that matters, nothing but life... | Night And Day |
she thought to herself, as she screwed it tight, | No speaker | turned it off again. "Now,"<|quote|>she thought to herself, as she screwed it tight,</|quote|>"I m not going to | its fullest volume, and then turned it off again. "Now,"<|quote|>she thought to herself, as she screwed it tight,</|quote|>"I m not going to let these silly ideas come | appear unexpectedly in her room threw Mary for a second off her balance. She had been cleaning knives in her little scullery, and when she had let him in she went back again, and turned on the cold-water tap to its fullest volume, and then turned it off again. "Now,"<|quote|>she thought to herself, as she screwed it ti... | plan almost with a blush as, with a curious division of consciousness, one plucks a flower sentimentally and throws it away, with a blush, when it is actually picked. No, he would go and see Mary Datchet. By this time she would be back from her work. To see Ralph appear unexpectedly in her room threw Mary for a second ... | that he was very glad that he had not stopped her, after all. It grew slowly fainter, but lasted until he stood outside the barrister s chambers. When his interview with the barrister was over, it was too late to go back to the office. His sight of Katharine had put him queerly out of tune for a domestic evening. Where... | impression of stir and cheerfulness. Thus it came about that he saw Katharine Hilbery coming towards him, and looked straight at her, as if she were only an illustration of the argument that was going forward in his mind. In this spirit he noticed the rather set expression in her eyes, and the slight, half-conscious mo... | the kind of cake which the old lady supplied on these occasions; and their summer excursions to churches in the neighborhood of London for the purpose of taking rubbings of the brasses became most important festivals, from the interest she took in them. In six months she knew more about his odd friends and hobbies than... | if she were only an illustration of the argument that was going forward in his mind. In this spirit he noticed the rather set expression in her eyes, and the slight, half-conscious movement of her lips, which, together with her height and the distinction of her dress, made her look as if the scurrying crowd impeded her... | Night And Day |
"I m not going to let these silly ideas come into my head...." | Mary Datchet | as she screwed it tight,<|quote|>"I m not going to let these silly ideas come into my head...."</|quote|>"Don t you think Mr. | "Now," she thought to herself, as she screwed it tight,<|quote|>"I m not going to let these silly ideas come into my head...."</|quote|>"Don t you think Mr. Asquith deserves to be hanged?" | second off her balance. She had been cleaning knives in her little scullery, and when she had let him in she went back again, and turned on the cold-water tap to its fullest volume, and then turned it off again. "Now," she thought to herself, as she screwed it tight,<|quote|>"I m not going to let these silly ideas come... | division of consciousness, one plucks a flower sentimentally and throws it away, with a blush, when it is actually picked. No, he would go and see Mary Datchet. By this time she would be back from her work. To see Ralph appear unexpectedly in her room threw Mary for a second off her balance. She had been cleaning knive... | stopped her, after all. It grew slowly fainter, but lasted until he stood outside the barrister s chambers. When his interview with the barrister was over, it was too late to go back to the office. His sight of Katharine had put him queerly out of tune for a domestic evening. Where should he go? To walk through the str... | that he saw Katharine Hilbery coming towards him, and looked straight at her, as if she were only an illustration of the argument that was going forward in his mind. In this spirit he noticed the rather set expression in her eyes, and the slight, half-conscious movement of her lips, which, together with her height and ... | on these occasions; and their summer excursions to churches in the neighborhood of London for the purpose of taking rubbings of the brasses became most important festivals, from the interest she took in them. In six months she knew more about his odd friends and hobbies than his own brothers and sisters knew, after liv... | different objects was seen separately by Denham, but from all of them he drew an impression of stir and cheerfulness. Thus it came about that he saw Katharine Hilbery coming towards him, and looked straight at her, as if she were only an illustration of the argument that was going forward in his mind. In this spirit he... | Night And Day |
"Don t you think Mr. Asquith deserves to be hanged?" | Mary Datchet | ideas come into my head...."<|quote|>"Don t you think Mr. Asquith deserves to be hanged?"</|quote|>she called back into the | going to let these silly ideas come into my head...."<|quote|>"Don t you think Mr. Asquith deserves to be hanged?"</|quote|>she called back into the sitting-room, and when she joined | and when she had let him in she went back again, and turned on the cold-water tap to its fullest volume, and then turned it off again. "Now," she thought to herself, as she screwed it tight, "I m not going to let these silly ideas come into my head...."<|quote|>"Don t you think Mr. Asquith deserves to be hanged?"</|quo... | a blush, when it is actually picked. No, he would go and see Mary Datchet. By this time she would be back from her work. To see Ralph appear unexpectedly in her room threw Mary for a second off her balance. She had been cleaning knives in her little scullery, and when she had let him in she went back again, and turned ... | outside the barrister s chambers. When his interview with the barrister was over, it was too late to go back to the office. His sight of Katharine had put him queerly out of tune for a domestic evening. Where should he go? To walk through the streets of London until he came to Katharine s house, to look up at the windo... | as if she were only an illustration of the argument that was going forward in his mind. In this spirit he noticed the rather set expression in her eyes, and the slight, half-conscious movement of her lips, which, together with her height and the distinction of her dress, made her look as if the scurrying crowd impeded ... | London for the purpose of taking rubbings of the brasses became most important festivals, from the interest she took in them. In six months she knew more about his odd friends and hobbies than his own brothers and sisters knew, after living with him all his life; and Ralph found this very pleasant, though disordering, ... | different objects was seen separately by Denham, but from all of them he drew an impression of stir and cheerfulness. Thus it came about that he saw Katharine Hilbery coming towards him, and looked straight at her, as if she were only an illustration of the argument that was going forward in his mind. In this spirit he... | Night And Day |
she called back into the sitting-room, and when she joined him, drying her hands, she began to tell him about the latest evasion on the part of the Government with respect to the Women s Suffrage Bill. Ralph did not want to talk about politics, but he could not help respecting Mary for taking such an interest in public... | No speaker | Asquith deserves to be hanged?"<|quote|>she called back into the sitting-room, and when she joined him, drying her hands, she began to tell him about the latest evasion on the part of the Government with respect to the Women s Suffrage Bill. Ralph did not want to talk about politics, but he could not help respecting Ma... | "Don t you think Mr. Asquith deserves to be hanged?"<|quote|>she called back into the sitting-room, and when she joined him, drying her hands, she began to tell him about the latest evasion on the part of the Government with respect to the Women s Suffrage Bill. Ralph did not want to talk about politics, but he could n... | again, and turned on the cold-water tap to its fullest volume, and then turned it off again. "Now," she thought to herself, as she screwed it tight, "I m not going to let these silly ideas come into my head...." "Don t you think Mr. Asquith deserves to be hanged?"<|quote|>she called back into the sitting-room, and when... | go and see Mary Datchet. By this time she would be back from her work. To see Ralph appear unexpectedly in her room threw Mary for a second off her balance. She had been cleaning knives in her little scullery, and when she had let him in she went back again, and turned on the cold-water tap to its fullest volume, and t... | barrister was over, it was too late to go back to the office. His sight of Katharine had put him queerly out of tune for a domestic evening. Where should he go? To walk through the streets of London until he came to Katharine s house, to look up at the windows and fancy her within, seemed to him possible for a moment; ... | that was going forward in his mind. In this spirit he noticed the rather set expression in her eyes, and the slight, half-conscious movement of her lips, which, together with her height and the distinction of her dress, made her look as if the scurrying crowd impeded her, and her direction were different from theirs. H... | became most important festivals, from the interest she took in them. In six months she knew more about his odd friends and hobbies than his own brothers and sisters knew, after living with him all his life; and Ralph found this very pleasant, though disordering, for his own view of himself had always been profoundly se... | life that matters, nothing but life the process of discovering the everlasting and perpetual process, not the discovery itself at all." Thus occupied, she did not see Denham, and he had not the courage to stop her. But immediately the whole scene in the Strand wore that curious look of order and purpose which is impart... | Night And Day |
"How absurd Mary would think me if she knew that I almost made up my mind to walk all the way to Chelsea in order to look at Katharine s windows. She wouldn t understand it, but I like her very much as she is." | Ralph Denham | the platform, and he thought,<|quote|>"How absurd Mary would think me if she knew that I almost made up my mind to walk all the way to Chelsea in order to look at Katharine s windows. She wouldn t understand it, but I like her very much as she is."</|quote|>For some time they discussed | bore distantly the taint of the platform, and he thought,<|quote|>"How absurd Mary would think me if she knew that I almost made up my mind to walk all the way to Chelsea in order to look at Katharine s windows. She wouldn t understand it, but I like her very much as she is."</|quote|>For some time they discussed what ... | not want to talk about politics, but he could not help respecting Mary for taking such an interest in public questions. He looked at her as she leant forward, poking the fire, and expressing herself very clearly in phrases which bore distantly the taint of the platform, and he thought,<|quote|>"How absurd Mary would th... | head...." "Don t you think Mr. Asquith deserves to be hanged?" she called back into the sitting-room, and when she joined him, drying her hands, she began to tell him about the latest evasion on the part of the Government with respect to the Women s Suffrage Bill. Ralph did not want to talk about politics, but he could... | with a blush, when it is actually picked. No, he would go and see Mary Datchet. By this time she would be back from her work. To see Ralph appear unexpectedly in her room threw Mary for a second off her balance. She had been cleaning knives in her little scullery, and when she had let him in she went back again, and tu... | lines which had stuck to her memory: "It s life that matters, nothing but life the process of discovering the everlasting and perpetual process, not the discovery itself at all." Thus occupied, she did not see Denham, and he had not the courage to stop her. But immediately the whole scene in the Strand wore that curiou... | self most people knew. He became less serious, and rather less dictatorial at home, for he was apt to hear Mary laughing at him, and telling him, as she was fond of doing, that he knew nothing at all about anything. She made him, also, take an interest in public questions, for which she had a natural liking; and was in... | Hilbery coming towards him, and looked straight at her, as if she were only an illustration of the argument that was going forward in his mind. In this spirit he noticed the rather set expression in her eyes, and the slight, half-conscious movement of her lips, which, together with her height and the distinction of her... | Night And Day |
For some time they discussed what the women had better do; and as Ralph became genuinely interested in the question, Mary unconsciously let her attention wander, and a great desire came over her to talk to Ralph about her own feelings; or, at any rate, about something personal, so that she might see what he felt for he... | No speaker | very much as she is."<|quote|>For some time they discussed what the women had better do; and as Ralph became genuinely interested in the question, Mary unconsciously let her attention wander, and a great desire came over her to talk to Ralph about her own feelings; or, at any rate, about something personal, so that she... | it, but I like her very much as she is."<|quote|>For some time they discussed what the women had better do; and as Ralph became genuinely interested in the question, Mary unconsciously let her attention wander, and a great desire came over her to talk to Ralph about her own feelings; or, at any rate, about something pe... | the platform, and he thought, "How absurd Mary would think me if she knew that I almost made up my mind to walk all the way to Chelsea in order to look at Katharine s windows. She wouldn t understand it, but I like her very much as she is."<|quote|>For some time they discussed what the women had better do; and as Ralph... | s Suffrage Bill. Ralph did not want to talk about politics, but he could not help respecting Mary for taking such an interest in public questions. He looked at her as she leant forward, poking the fire, and expressing herself very clearly in phrases which bore distantly the taint of the platform, and he thought, "How a... | cleaning knives in her little scullery, and when she had let him in she went back again, and turned on the cold-water tap to its fullest volume, and then turned it off again. "Now," she thought to herself, as she screwed it tight, "I m not going to let these silly ideas come into my head...." "Don t you think Mr. Asqui... | her. But immediately the whole scene in the Strand wore that curious look of order and purpose which is imparted to the most heterogeneous things when music sounds; and so pleasant was this impression that he was very glad that he had not stopped her, after all. It grew slowly fainter, but lasted until he stood outside... | take an interest in public questions, for which she had a natural liking; and was in process of turning him from Tory to Radical, after a course of public meetings, which began by boring him acutely, and ended by exciting him even more than they excited her. But he was reserved; when ideas started up in his mind, he di... | he had not the courage to stop her. But immediately the whole scene in the Strand wore that curious look of order and purpose which is imparted to the most heterogeneous things when music sounds; and so pleasant was this impression that he was very glad that he had not stopped her, after all. It grew slowly fainter, bu... | Night And Day |
"Here," | Ralph Denham | of what he was feeling.<|quote|>"Here,"</|quote|>he thought, "is where we | pitied her for knowing nothing of what he was feeling.<|quote|>"Here,"</|quote|>he thought, "is where we differ from women; they have | came up in Ralph s mind, but they were all, in some way, connected with Katharine, or with vague feelings of romance and adventure such as she inspired. But he could not talk to Mary about such thoughts; and he pitied her for knowing nothing of what he was feeling.<|quote|>"Here,"</|quote|>he thought, "is where we diff... | feelings; or, at any rate, about something personal, so that she might see what he felt for her; but she resisted this wish. But she could not prevent him from feeling her lack of interest in what he was saying, and gradually they both became silent. One thought after another came up in Ralph s mind, but they were all,... | very clearly in phrases which bore distantly the taint of the platform, and he thought, "How absurd Mary would think me if she knew that I almost made up my mind to walk all the way to Chelsea in order to look at Katharine s windows. She wouldn t understand it, but I like her very much as she is." For some time they di... | with a curious division of consciousness, one plucks a flower sentimentally and throws it away, with a blush, when it is actually picked. No, he would go and see Mary Datchet. By this time she would be back from her work. To see Ralph appear unexpectedly in her room threw Mary for a second off her balance. She had been... | stepped along the Strand to an interview with a lawyer upon business. The afternoon light was almost over, and already streams of greenish and yellowish artificial light were being poured into an atmosphere which, in country lanes, would now have been soft with the smoke of wood fires; and on both sides of the road the... | blush, when it is actually picked. No, he would go and see Mary Datchet. By this time she would be back from her work. To see Ralph appear unexpectedly in her room threw Mary for a second off her balance. She had been cleaning knives in her little scullery, and when she had let him in she went back again, and turned on... | Night And Day |
he thought, | No speaker | what he was feeling. "Here,"<|quote|>he thought,</|quote|>"is where we differ from | her for knowing nothing of what he was feeling. "Here,"<|quote|>he thought,</|quote|>"is where we differ from women; they have no sense | up in Ralph s mind, but they were all, in some way, connected with Katharine, or with vague feelings of romance and adventure such as she inspired. But he could not talk to Mary about such thoughts; and he pitied her for knowing nothing of what he was feeling. "Here,"<|quote|>he thought,</|quote|>"is where we differ fr... | or, at any rate, about something personal, so that she might see what he felt for her; but she resisted this wish. But she could not prevent him from feeling her lack of interest in what he was saying, and gradually they both became silent. One thought after another came up in Ralph s mind, but they were all, in some w... | clearly in phrases which bore distantly the taint of the platform, and he thought, "How absurd Mary would think me if she knew that I almost made up my mind to walk all the way to Chelsea in order to look at Katharine s windows. She wouldn t understand it, but I like her very much as she is." For some time they discuss... | a curious division of consciousness, one plucks a flower sentimentally and throws it away, with a blush, when it is actually picked. No, he would go and see Mary Datchet. By this time she would be back from her work. To see Ralph appear unexpectedly in her room threw Mary for a second off her balance. She had been clea... | along the Strand to an interview with a lawyer upon business. The afternoon light was almost over, and already streams of greenish and yellowish artificial light were being poured into an atmosphere which, in country lanes, would now have been soft with the smoke of wood fires; and on both sides of the road the shop wi... | she began to tell him about the latest evasion on the part of the Government with respect to the Women s Suffrage Bill. Ralph did not want to talk about politics, but he could not help respecting Mary for taking such an interest in public questions. He looked at her as she leant forward, poking the fire, and expressing... | Night And Day |
"is where we differ from women; they have no sense of romance." | Ralph Denham | was feeling. "Here," he thought,<|quote|>"is where we differ from women; they have no sense of romance."</|quote|>"Well, Mary," he said at | knowing nothing of what he was feeling. "Here," he thought,<|quote|>"is where we differ from women; they have no sense of romance."</|quote|>"Well, Mary," he said at length, "why don t you | Ralph s mind, but they were all, in some way, connected with Katharine, or with vague feelings of romance and adventure such as she inspired. But he could not talk to Mary about such thoughts; and he pitied her for knowing nothing of what he was feeling. "Here," he thought,<|quote|>"is where we differ from women; they ... | any rate, about something personal, so that she might see what he felt for her; but she resisted this wish. But she could not prevent him from feeling her lack of interest in what he was saying, and gradually they both became silent. One thought after another came up in Ralph s mind, but they were all, in some way, con... | phrases which bore distantly the taint of the platform, and he thought, "How absurd Mary would think me if she knew that I almost made up my mind to walk all the way to Chelsea in order to look at Katharine s windows. She wouldn t understand it, but I like her very much as she is." For some time they discussed what the... | division of consciousness, one plucks a flower sentimentally and throws it away, with a blush, when it is actually picked. No, he would go and see Mary Datchet. By this time she would be back from her work. To see Ralph appear unexpectedly in her room threw Mary for a second off her balance. She had been cleaning knive... | Strand to an interview with a lawyer upon business. The afternoon light was almost over, and already streams of greenish and yellowish artificial light were being poured into an atmosphere which, in country lanes, would now have been soft with the smoke of wood fires; and on both sides of the road the shop windows were... | go? To walk through the streets of London until he came to Katharine s house, to look up at the windows and fancy her within, seemed to him possible for a moment; and then he rejected the plan almost with a blush as, with a curious division of consciousness, one plucks a flower sentimentally and throws it away, with a ... | Night And Day |
"Well, Mary," | Ralph Denham | have no sense of romance."<|quote|>"Well, Mary,"</|quote|>he said at length, "why | we differ from women; they have no sense of romance."<|quote|>"Well, Mary,"</|quote|>he said at length, "why don t you say something | Katharine, or with vague feelings of romance and adventure such as she inspired. But he could not talk to Mary about such thoughts; and he pitied her for knowing nothing of what he was feeling. "Here," he thought, "is where we differ from women; they have no sense of romance."<|quote|>"Well, Mary,"</|quote|>he said at ... | felt for her; but she resisted this wish. But she could not prevent him from feeling her lack of interest in what he was saying, and gradually they both became silent. One thought after another came up in Ralph s mind, but they were all, in some way, connected with Katharine, or with vague feelings of romance and adven... | "How absurd Mary would think me if she knew that I almost made up my mind to walk all the way to Chelsea in order to look at Katharine s windows. She wouldn t understand it, but I like her very much as she is." For some time they discussed what the women had better do; and as Ralph became genuinely interested in the qu... | with a blush, when it is actually picked. No, he would go and see Mary Datchet. By this time she would be back from her work. To see Ralph appear unexpectedly in her room threw Mary for a second off her balance. She had been cleaning knives in her little scullery, and when she had let him in she went back again, and tu... | was almost over, and already streams of greenish and yellowish artificial light were being poured into an atmosphere which, in country lanes, would now have been soft with the smoke of wood fires; and on both sides of the road the shop windows were full of sparkling chains and highly polished leather cases, which stood... | of London until he came to Katharine s house, to look up at the windows and fancy her within, seemed to him possible for a moment; and then he rejected the plan almost with a blush as, with a curious division of consciousness, one plucks a flower sentimentally and throws it away, with a blush, when it is actually picke... | Night And Day |
he said at length, | No speaker | sense of romance." "Well, Mary,"<|quote|>he said at length,</|quote|>"why don t you say | from women; they have no sense of romance." "Well, Mary,"<|quote|>he said at length,</|quote|>"why don t you say something amusing?" His tone was | with vague feelings of romance and adventure such as she inspired. But he could not talk to Mary about such thoughts; and he pitied her for knowing nothing of what he was feeling. "Here," he thought, "is where we differ from women; they have no sense of romance." "Well, Mary,"<|quote|>he said at length,</|quote|>"why d... | her; but she resisted this wish. But she could not prevent him from feeling her lack of interest in what he was saying, and gradually they both became silent. One thought after another came up in Ralph s mind, but they were all, in some way, connected with Katharine, or with vague feelings of romance and adventure such... | Mary would think me if she knew that I almost made up my mind to walk all the way to Chelsea in order to look at Katharine s windows. She wouldn t understand it, but I like her very much as she is." For some time they discussed what the women had better do; and as Ralph became genuinely interested in the question, Mary... | blush, when it is actually picked. No, he would go and see Mary Datchet. By this time she would be back from her work. To see Ralph appear unexpectedly in her room threw Mary for a second off her balance. She had been cleaning knives in her little scullery, and when she had let him in she went back again, and turned on... | over, and already streams of greenish and yellowish artificial light were being poured into an atmosphere which, in country lanes, would now have been soft with the smoke of wood fires; and on both sides of the road the shop windows were full of sparkling chains and highly polished leather cases, which stood upon shelv... | not want to talk about politics, but he could not help respecting Mary for taking such an interest in public questions. He looked at her as she leant forward, poking the fire, and expressing herself very clearly in phrases which bore distantly the taint of the platform, and he thought, "How absurd Mary would think me i... | Night And Day |
"why don t you say something amusing?" | Ralph Denham | Mary," he said at length,<|quote|>"why don t you say something amusing?"</|quote|>His tone was certainly provoking, | no sense of romance." "Well, Mary," he said at length,<|quote|>"why don t you say something amusing?"</|quote|>His tone was certainly provoking, but, as a general rule, | romance and adventure such as she inspired. But he could not talk to Mary about such thoughts; and he pitied her for knowing nothing of what he was feeling. "Here," he thought, "is where we differ from women; they have no sense of romance." "Well, Mary," he said at length,<|quote|>"why don t you say something amusing?"... | this wish. But she could not prevent him from feeling her lack of interest in what he was saying, and gradually they both became silent. One thought after another came up in Ralph s mind, but they were all, in some way, connected with Katharine, or with vague feelings of romance and adventure such as she inspired. But ... | if she knew that I almost made up my mind to walk all the way to Chelsea in order to look at Katharine s windows. She wouldn t understand it, but I like her very much as she is." For some time they discussed what the women had better do; and as Ralph became genuinely interested in the question, Mary unconsciously let h... | actually picked. No, he would go and see Mary Datchet. By this time she would be back from her work. To see Ralph appear unexpectedly in her room threw Mary for a second off her balance. She had been cleaning knives in her little scullery, and when she had let him in she went back again, and turned on the cold-water ta... | of greenish and yellowish artificial light were being poured into an atmosphere which, in country lanes, would now have been soft with the smoke of wood fires; and on both sides of the road the shop windows were full of sparkling chains and highly polished leather cases, which stood upon shelves made of thick plate-gla... | let him in she went back again, and turned on the cold-water tap to its fullest volume, and then turned it off again. "Now," she thought to herself, as she screwed it tight, "I m not going to let these silly ideas come into my head...." "Don t you think Mr. Asquith deserves to be hanged?" she called back into the sitti... | Night And Day |
His tone was certainly provoking, but, as a general rule, Mary was not easily provoked. This evening, however, she replied rather sharply: | No speaker | t you say something amusing?"<|quote|>His tone was certainly provoking, but, as a general rule, Mary was not easily provoked. This evening, however, she replied rather sharply:</|quote|>"Because I ve got nothing | said at length, "why don t you say something amusing?"<|quote|>His tone was certainly provoking, but, as a general rule, Mary was not easily provoked. This evening, however, she replied rather sharply:</|quote|>"Because I ve got nothing amusing to say, I suppose." | But he could not talk to Mary about such thoughts; and he pitied her for knowing nothing of what he was feeling. "Here," he thought, "is where we differ from women; they have no sense of romance." "Well, Mary," he said at length, "why don t you say something amusing?"<|quote|>His tone was certainly provoking, but, as a... | him from feeling her lack of interest in what he was saying, and gradually they both became silent. One thought after another came up in Ralph s mind, but they were all, in some way, connected with Katharine, or with vague feelings of romance and adventure such as she inspired. But he could not talk to Mary about such ... | up my mind to walk all the way to Chelsea in order to look at Katharine s windows. She wouldn t understand it, but I like her very much as she is." For some time they discussed what the women had better do; and as Ralph became genuinely interested in the question, Mary unconsciously let her attention wander, and a grea... | see Mary Datchet. By this time she would be back from her work. To see Ralph appear unexpectedly in her room threw Mary for a second off her balance. She had been cleaning knives in her little scullery, and when she had let him in she went back again, and turned on the cold-water tap to its fullest volume, and then tur... | being poured into an atmosphere which, in country lanes, would now have been soft with the smoke of wood fires; and on both sides of the road the shop windows were full of sparkling chains and highly polished leather cases, which stood upon shelves made of thick plate-glass. None of these different objects was seen sep... | all." Thus occupied, she did not see Denham, and he had not the courage to stop her. But immediately the whole scene in the Strand wore that curious look of order and purpose which is imparted to the most heterogeneous things when music sounds; and so pleasant was this impression that he was very glad that he had not s... | Night And Day |
"Because I ve got nothing amusing to say, I suppose." | Mary Datchet | however, she replied rather sharply:<|quote|>"Because I ve got nothing amusing to say, I suppose."</|quote|>Ralph thought for a moment, | not easily provoked. This evening, however, she replied rather sharply:<|quote|>"Because I ve got nothing amusing to say, I suppose."</|quote|>Ralph thought for a moment, and then remarked: "You work | "Here," he thought, "is where we differ from women; they have no sense of romance." "Well, Mary," he said at length, "why don t you say something amusing?" His tone was certainly provoking, but, as a general rule, Mary was not easily provoked. This evening, however, she replied rather sharply:<|quote|>"Because I ve got... | came up in Ralph s mind, but they were all, in some way, connected with Katharine, or with vague feelings of romance and adventure such as she inspired. But he could not talk to Mary about such thoughts; and he pitied her for knowing nothing of what he was feeling. "Here," he thought, "is where we differ from women; th... | it, but I like her very much as she is." For some time they discussed what the women had better do; and as Ralph became genuinely interested in the question, Mary unconsciously let her attention wander, and a great desire came over her to talk to Ralph about her own feelings; or, at any rate, about something personal, ... | Mary for a second off her balance. She had been cleaning knives in her little scullery, and when she had let him in she went back again, and turned on the cold-water tap to its fullest volume, and then turned it off again. "Now," she thought to herself, as she screwed it tight, "I m not going to let these silly ideas c... | both sides of the road the shop windows were full of sparkling chains and highly polished leather cases, which stood upon shelves made of thick plate-glass. None of these different objects was seen separately by Denham, but from all of them he drew an impression of stir and cheerfulness. Thus it came about that he saw ... | questions. He looked at her as she leant forward, poking the fire, and expressing herself very clearly in phrases which bore distantly the taint of the platform, and he thought, "How absurd Mary would think me if she knew that I almost made up my mind to walk all the way to Chelsea in order to look at Katharine s windo... | Night And Day |
Ralph thought for a moment, and then remarked: | No speaker | amusing to say, I suppose."<|quote|>Ralph thought for a moment, and then remarked:</|quote|>"You work too hard. I | "Because I ve got nothing amusing to say, I suppose."<|quote|>Ralph thought for a moment, and then remarked:</|quote|>"You work too hard. I don t mean your health," | have no sense of romance." "Well, Mary," he said at length, "why don t you say something amusing?" His tone was certainly provoking, but, as a general rule, Mary was not easily provoked. This evening, however, she replied rather sharply: "Because I ve got nothing amusing to say, I suppose."<|quote|>Ralph thought for a ... | in some way, connected with Katharine, or with vague feelings of romance and adventure such as she inspired. But he could not talk to Mary about such thoughts; and he pitied her for knowing nothing of what he was feeling. "Here," he thought, "is where we differ from women; they have no sense of romance." "Well, Mary," ... | For some time they discussed what the women had better do; and as Ralph became genuinely interested in the question, Mary unconsciously let her attention wander, and a great desire came over her to talk to Ralph about her own feelings; or, at any rate, about something personal, so that she might see what he felt for he... | cleaning knives in her little scullery, and when she had let him in she went back again, and turned on the cold-water tap to its fullest volume, and then turned it off again. "Now," she thought to herself, as she screwed it tight, "I m not going to let these silly ideas come into my head...." "Don t you think Mr. Asqui... | of sparkling chains and highly polished leather cases, which stood upon shelves made of thick plate-glass. None of these different objects was seen separately by Denham, but from all of them he drew an impression of stir and cheerfulness. Thus it came about that he saw Katharine Hilbery coming towards him, and looked s... | put him queerly out of tune for a domestic evening. Where should he go? To walk through the streets of London until he came to Katharine s house, to look up at the windows and fancy her within, seemed to him possible for a moment; and then he rejected the plan almost with a blush as, with a curious division of consciou... | Night And Day |
"You work too hard. I don t mean your health," | Ralph Denham | a moment, and then remarked:<|quote|>"You work too hard. I don t mean your health,"</|quote|>he added, as she laughed | I suppose." Ralph thought for a moment, and then remarked:<|quote|>"You work too hard. I don t mean your health,"</|quote|>he added, as she laughed scornfully, "I mean that you | said at length, "why don t you say something amusing?" His tone was certainly provoking, but, as a general rule, Mary was not easily provoked. This evening, however, she replied rather sharply: "Because I ve got nothing amusing to say, I suppose." Ralph thought for a moment, and then remarked:<|quote|>"You work too har... | vague feelings of romance and adventure such as she inspired. But he could not talk to Mary about such thoughts; and he pitied her for knowing nothing of what he was feeling. "Here," he thought, "is where we differ from women; they have no sense of romance." "Well, Mary," he said at length, "why don t you say something... | had better do; and as Ralph became genuinely interested in the question, Mary unconsciously let her attention wander, and a great desire came over her to talk to Ralph about her own feelings; or, at any rate, about something personal, so that she might see what he felt for her; but she resisted this wish. But she could... | she had let him in she went back again, and turned on the cold-water tap to its fullest volume, and then turned it off again. "Now," she thought to herself, as she screwed it tight, "I m not going to let these silly ideas come into my head...." "Don t you think Mr. Asquith deserves to be hanged?" she called back into t... | which stood upon shelves made of thick plate-glass. None of these different objects was seen separately by Denham, but from all of them he drew an impression of stir and cheerfulness. Thus it came about that he saw Katharine Hilbery coming towards him, and looked straight at her, as if she were only an illustration of ... | evasion on the part of the Government with respect to the Women s Suffrage Bill. Ralph did not want to talk about politics, but he could not help respecting Mary for taking such an interest in public questions. He looked at her as she leant forward, poking the fire, and expressing herself very clearly in phrases which ... | Night And Day |
he added, as she laughed scornfully, | No speaker | don t mean your health,"<|quote|>he added, as she laughed scornfully,</|quote|>"I mean that you seem | "You work too hard. I don t mean your health,"<|quote|>he added, as she laughed scornfully,</|quote|>"I mean that you seem to me to be getting | His tone was certainly provoking, but, as a general rule, Mary was not easily provoked. This evening, however, she replied rather sharply: "Because I ve got nothing amusing to say, I suppose." Ralph thought for a moment, and then remarked: "You work too hard. I don t mean your health,"<|quote|>he added, as she laughed ... | But he could not talk to Mary about such thoughts; and he pitied her for knowing nothing of what he was feeling. "Here," he thought, "is where we differ from women; they have no sense of romance." "Well, Mary," he said at length, "why don t you say something amusing?" His tone was certainly provoking, but, as a general... | the question, Mary unconsciously let her attention wander, and a great desire came over her to talk to Ralph about her own feelings; or, at any rate, about something personal, so that she might see what he felt for her; but she resisted this wish. But she could not prevent him from feeling her lack of interest in what ... | turned on the cold-water tap to its fullest volume, and then turned it off again. "Now," she thought to herself, as she screwed it tight, "I m not going to let these silly ideas come into my head...." "Don t you think Mr. Asquith deserves to be hanged?" she called back into the sitting-room, and when she joined him, dr... | these different objects was seen separately by Denham, but from all of them he drew an impression of stir and cheerfulness. Thus it came about that he saw Katharine Hilbery coming towards him, and looked straight at her, as if she were only an illustration of the argument that was going forward in his mind. In this spi... | stood outside the barrister s chambers. When his interview with the barrister was over, it was too late to go back to the office. His sight of Katharine had put him queerly out of tune for a domestic evening. Where should he go? To walk through the streets of London until he came to Katharine s house, to look up at the... | Night And Day |
"I mean that you seem to me to be getting wrapped up in your work." | Ralph Denham | added, as she laughed scornfully,<|quote|>"I mean that you seem to me to be getting wrapped up in your work."</|quote|>"And is that a bad | t mean your health," he added, as she laughed scornfully,<|quote|>"I mean that you seem to me to be getting wrapped up in your work."</|quote|>"And is that a bad thing?" she asked, shading her | as a general rule, Mary was not easily provoked. This evening, however, she replied rather sharply: "Because I ve got nothing amusing to say, I suppose." Ralph thought for a moment, and then remarked: "You work too hard. I don t mean your health," he added, as she laughed scornfully,<|quote|>"I mean that you seem to me... | Mary about such thoughts; and he pitied her for knowing nothing of what he was feeling. "Here," he thought, "is where we differ from women; they have no sense of romance." "Well, Mary," he said at length, "why don t you say something amusing?" His tone was certainly provoking, but, as a general rule, Mary was not easil... | attention wander, and a great desire came over her to talk to Ralph about her own feelings; or, at any rate, about something personal, so that she might see what he felt for her; but she resisted this wish. But she could not prevent him from feeling her lack of interest in what he was saying, and gradually they both be... | its fullest volume, and then turned it off again. "Now," she thought to herself, as she screwed it tight, "I m not going to let these silly ideas come into my head...." "Don t you think Mr. Asquith deserves to be hanged?" she called back into the sitting-room, and when she joined him, drying her hands, she began to tel... | by Denham, but from all of them he drew an impression of stir and cheerfulness. Thus it came about that he saw Katharine Hilbery coming towards him, and looked straight at her, as if she were only an illustration of the argument that was going forward in his mind. In this spirit he noticed the rather set expression in ... | her little scullery, and when she had let him in she went back again, and turned on the cold-water tap to its fullest volume, and then turned it off again. "Now," she thought to herself, as she screwed it tight, "I m not going to let these silly ideas come into my head...." "Don t you think Mr. Asquith deserves to be h... | Night And Day |
"And is that a bad thing?" | Mary Datchet | wrapped up in your work."<|quote|>"And is that a bad thing?"</|quote|>she asked, shading her eyes | to me to be getting wrapped up in your work."<|quote|>"And is that a bad thing?"</|quote|>she asked, shading her eyes with her hand. "I think | sharply: "Because I ve got nothing amusing to say, I suppose." Ralph thought for a moment, and then remarked: "You work too hard. I don t mean your health," he added, as she laughed scornfully, "I mean that you seem to me to be getting wrapped up in your work."<|quote|>"And is that a bad thing?"</|quote|>she asked, sha... | feeling. "Here," he thought, "is where we differ from women; they have no sense of romance." "Well, Mary," he said at length, "why don t you say something amusing?" His tone was certainly provoking, but, as a general rule, Mary was not easily provoked. This evening, however, she replied rather sharply: "Because I ve go... | own feelings; or, at any rate, about something personal, so that she might see what he felt for her; but she resisted this wish. But she could not prevent him from feeling her lack of interest in what he was saying, and gradually they both became silent. One thought after another came up in Ralph s mind, but they were ... | she screwed it tight, "I m not going to let these silly ideas come into my head...." "Don t you think Mr. Asquith deserves to be hanged?" she called back into the sitting-room, and when she joined him, drying her hands, she began to tell him about the latest evasion on the part of the Government with respect to the Wom... | Thus it came about that he saw Katharine Hilbery coming towards him, and looked straight at her, as if she were only an illustration of the argument that was going forward in his mind. In this spirit he noticed the rather set expression in her eyes, and the slight, half-conscious movement of her lips, which, together w... | domestic evening. Where should he go? To walk through the streets of London until he came to Katharine s house, to look up at the windows and fancy her within, seemed to him possible for a moment; and then he rejected the plan almost with a blush as, with a curious division of consciousness, one plucks a flower sentime... | Night And Day |
she asked, shading her eyes with her hand. | No speaker | is that a bad thing?"<|quote|>she asked, shading her eyes with her hand.</|quote|>"I think it is," he | up in your work." "And is that a bad thing?"<|quote|>she asked, shading her eyes with her hand.</|quote|>"I think it is," he returned abruptly. "But only a | amusing to say, I suppose." Ralph thought for a moment, and then remarked: "You work too hard. I don t mean your health," he added, as she laughed scornfully, "I mean that you seem to me to be getting wrapped up in your work." "And is that a bad thing?"<|quote|>she asked, shading her eyes with her hand.</|quote|>"I thi... | we differ from women; they have no sense of romance." "Well, Mary," he said at length, "why don t you say something amusing?" His tone was certainly provoking, but, as a general rule, Mary was not easily provoked. This evening, however, she replied rather sharply: "Because I ve got nothing amusing to say, I suppose." R... | about something personal, so that she might see what he felt for her; but she resisted this wish. But she could not prevent him from feeling her lack of interest in what he was saying, and gradually they both became silent. One thought after another came up in Ralph s mind, but they were all, in some way, connected wit... | not going to let these silly ideas come into my head...." "Don t you think Mr. Asquith deserves to be hanged?" she called back into the sitting-room, and when she joined him, drying her hands, she began to tell him about the latest evasion on the part of the Government with respect to the Women s Suffrage Bill. Ralph d... | saw Katharine Hilbery coming towards him, and looked straight at her, as if she were only an illustration of the argument that was going forward in his mind. In this spirit he noticed the rather set expression in her eyes, and the slight, half-conscious movement of her lips, which, together with her height and the dist... | of Katharine had put him queerly out of tune for a domestic evening. Where should he go? To walk through the streets of London until he came to Katharine s house, to look up at the windows and fancy her within, seemed to him possible for a moment; and then he rejected the plan almost with a blush as, with a curious div... | Night And Day |
"I think it is," | Ralph Denham | her eyes with her hand.<|quote|>"I think it is,"</|quote|>he returned abruptly. "But only | bad thing?" she asked, shading her eyes with her hand.<|quote|>"I think it is,"</|quote|>he returned abruptly. "But only a week ago you were | a moment, and then remarked: "You work too hard. I don t mean your health," he added, as she laughed scornfully, "I mean that you seem to me to be getting wrapped up in your work." "And is that a bad thing?" she asked, shading her eyes with her hand.<|quote|>"I think it is,"</|quote|>he returned abruptly. "But only a w... | of romance." "Well, Mary," he said at length, "why don t you say something amusing?" His tone was certainly provoking, but, as a general rule, Mary was not easily provoked. This evening, however, she replied rather sharply: "Because I ve got nothing amusing to say, I suppose." Ralph thought for a moment, and then remar... | what he felt for her; but she resisted this wish. But she could not prevent him from feeling her lack of interest in what he was saying, and gradually they both became silent. One thought after another came up in Ralph s mind, but they were all, in some way, connected with Katharine, or with vague feelings of romance a... | into my head...." "Don t you think Mr. Asquith deserves to be hanged?" she called back into the sitting-room, and when she joined him, drying her hands, she began to tell him about the latest evasion on the part of the Government with respect to the Women s Suffrage Bill. Ralph did not want to talk about politics, but ... | straight at her, as if she were only an illustration of the argument that was going forward in his mind. In this spirit he noticed the rather set expression in her eyes, and the slight, half-conscious movement of her lips, which, together with her height and the distinction of her dress, made her look as if the scurryi... | Katharine s windows. She wouldn t understand it, but I like her very much as she is." For some time they discussed what the women had better do; and as Ralph became genuinely interested in the question, Mary unconsciously let her attention wander, and a great desire came over her to talk to Ralph about her own feelings... | Night And Day |
he returned abruptly. | No speaker | hand. "I think it is,"<|quote|>he returned abruptly.</|quote|>"But only a week ago | shading her eyes with her hand. "I think it is,"<|quote|>he returned abruptly.</|quote|>"But only a week ago you were saying the opposite." | remarked: "You work too hard. I don t mean your health," he added, as she laughed scornfully, "I mean that you seem to me to be getting wrapped up in your work." "And is that a bad thing?" she asked, shading her eyes with her hand. "I think it is,"<|quote|>he returned abruptly.</|quote|>"But only a week ago you were sa... | he said at length, "why don t you say something amusing?" His tone was certainly provoking, but, as a general rule, Mary was not easily provoked. This evening, however, she replied rather sharply: "Because I ve got nothing amusing to say, I suppose." Ralph thought for a moment, and then remarked: "You work too hard. I ... | her; but she resisted this wish. But she could not prevent him from feeling her lack of interest in what he was saying, and gradually they both became silent. One thought after another came up in Ralph s mind, but they were all, in some way, connected with Katharine, or with vague feelings of romance and adventure such... | t you think Mr. Asquith deserves to be hanged?" she called back into the sitting-room, and when she joined him, drying her hands, she began to tell him about the latest evasion on the part of the Government with respect to the Women s Suffrage Bill. Ralph did not want to talk about politics, but he could not help respe... | if she were only an illustration of the argument that was going forward in his mind. In this spirit he noticed the rather set expression in her eyes, and the slight, half-conscious movement of her lips, which, together with her height and the distinction of her dress, made her look as if the scurrying crowd impeded her... | talk about politics, but he could not help respecting Mary for taking such an interest in public questions. He looked at her as she leant forward, poking the fire, and expressing herself very clearly in phrases which bore distantly the taint of the platform, and he thought, "How absurd Mary would think me if she knew t... | Night And Day |
"But only a week ago you were saying the opposite." | Mary Datchet | it is," he returned abruptly.<|quote|>"But only a week ago you were saying the opposite."</|quote|>Her tone was defiant, but | with her hand. "I think it is," he returned abruptly.<|quote|>"But only a week ago you were saying the opposite."</|quote|>Her tone was defiant, but she became curiously depressed. Ralph | too hard. I don t mean your health," he added, as she laughed scornfully, "I mean that you seem to me to be getting wrapped up in your work." "And is that a bad thing?" she asked, shading her eyes with her hand. "I think it is," he returned abruptly.<|quote|>"But only a week ago you were saying the opposite."</|quote|>... | length, "why don t you say something amusing?" His tone was certainly provoking, but, as a general rule, Mary was not easily provoked. This evening, however, she replied rather sharply: "Because I ve got nothing amusing to say, I suppose." Ralph thought for a moment, and then remarked: "You work too hard. I don t mean ... | resisted this wish. But she could not prevent him from feeling her lack of interest in what he was saying, and gradually they both became silent. One thought after another came up in Ralph s mind, but they were all, in some way, connected with Katharine, or with vague feelings of romance and adventure such as she inspi... | Mr. Asquith deserves to be hanged?" she called back into the sitting-room, and when she joined him, drying her hands, she began to tell him about the latest evasion on the part of the Government with respect to the Women s Suffrage Bill. Ralph did not want to talk about politics, but he could not help respecting Mary f... | only an illustration of the argument that was going forward in his mind. In this spirit he noticed the rather set expression in her eyes, and the slight, half-conscious movement of her lips, which, together with her height and the distinction of her dress, made her look as if the scurrying crowd impeded her, and her di... | of consciousness, one plucks a flower sentimentally and throws it away, with a blush, when it is actually picked. No, he would go and see Mary Datchet. By this time she would be back from her work. To see Ralph appear unexpectedly in her room threw Mary for a second off her balance. She had been cleaning knives in her ... | Night And Day |
Her tone was defiant, but she became curiously depressed. Ralph did not perceive it, and took this opportunity of lecturing her, and expressing his latest views upon the proper conduct of life. She listened, but her main impression was that he had been meeting some one who had influenced him. He was telling her that sh... | No speaker | you were saying the opposite."<|quote|>Her tone was defiant, but she became curiously depressed. Ralph did not perceive it, and took this opportunity of lecturing her, and expressing his latest views upon the proper conduct of life. She listened, but her main impression was that he had been meeting some one who had inf... | "But only a week ago you were saying the opposite."<|quote|>Her tone was defiant, but she became curiously depressed. Ralph did not perceive it, and took this opportunity of lecturing her, and expressing his latest views upon the proper conduct of life. She listened, but her main impression was that he had been meeting... | as she laughed scornfully, "I mean that you seem to me to be getting wrapped up in your work." "And is that a bad thing?" she asked, shading her eyes with her hand. "I think it is," he returned abruptly. "But only a week ago you were saying the opposite."<|quote|>Her tone was defiant, but she became curiously depressed... | was certainly provoking, but, as a general rule, Mary was not easily provoked. This evening, however, she replied rather sharply: "Because I ve got nothing amusing to say, I suppose." Ralph thought for a moment, and then remarked: "You work too hard. I don t mean your health," he added, as she laughed scornfully, "I me... | feeling her lack of interest in what he was saying, and gradually they both became silent. One thought after another came up in Ralph s mind, but they were all, in some way, connected with Katharine, or with vague feelings of romance and adventure such as she inspired. But he could not talk to Mary about such thoughts;... | the sitting-room, and when she joined him, drying her hands, she began to tell him about the latest evasion on the part of the Government with respect to the Women s Suffrage Bill. Ralph did not want to talk about politics, but he could not help respecting Mary for taking such an interest in public questions. He looked... | in his mind. In this spirit he noticed the rather set expression in her eyes, and the slight, half-conscious movement of her lips, which, together with her height and the distinction of her dress, made her look as if the scurrying crowd impeded her, and her direction were different from theirs. He noticed this calmly; ... | Datchet. By this time she would be back from her work. To see Ralph appear unexpectedly in her room threw Mary for a second off her balance. She had been cleaning knives in her little scullery, and when she had let him in she went back again, and turned on the cold-water tap to its fullest volume, and then turned it of... | Night And Day |
"You don t read enough, Mary," | Ralph Denham | had been influenced by anybody.<|quote|>"You don t read enough, Mary,"</|quote|>he was saying. "You ought | would never admit that he had been influenced by anybody.<|quote|>"You don t read enough, Mary,"</|quote|>he was saying. "You ought to read more poetry." It | with Katharine, she attributed the change to her; it was likely that Katharine, on leaving the scene which she had so clearly despised, had pronounced some such criticism, or suggested it by her own attitude. But she knew that Ralph would never admit that he had been influenced by anybody.<|quote|>"You don t read enoug... | that he had been meeting some one who had influenced him. He was telling her that she ought to read more, and to see that there were other points of view as deserving of attention as her own. Naturally, having last seen him as he left the office in company with Katharine, she attributed the change to her; it was likely... | work too hard. I don t mean your health," he added, as she laughed scornfully, "I mean that you seem to me to be getting wrapped up in your work." "And is that a bad thing?" she asked, shading her eyes with her hand. "I think it is," he returned abruptly. "But only a week ago you were saying the opposite." Her tone was... | better do; and as Ralph became genuinely interested in the question, Mary unconsciously let her attention wander, and a great desire came over her to talk to Ralph about her own feelings; or, at any rate, about something personal, so that she might see what he felt for her; but she resisted this wish. But she could not... | wore that curious look of order and purpose which is imparted to the most heterogeneous things when music sounds; and so pleasant was this impression that he was very glad that he had not stopped her, after all. It grew slowly fainter, but lasted until he stood outside the barrister s chambers. When his interview with ... | for her; but she resisted this wish. But she could not prevent him from feeling her lack of interest in what he was saying, and gradually they both became silent. One thought after another came up in Ralph s mind, but they were all, in some way, connected with Katharine, or with vague feelings of romance and adventure ... | Night And Day |
he was saying. | No speaker | don t read enough, Mary,"<|quote|>he was saying.</|quote|>"You ought to read more | been influenced by anybody. "You don t read enough, Mary,"<|quote|>he was saying.</|quote|>"You ought to read more poetry." It was true that | to her; it was likely that Katharine, on leaving the scene which she had so clearly despised, had pronounced some such criticism, or suggested it by her own attitude. But she knew that Ralph would never admit that he had been influenced by anybody. "You don t read enough, Mary,"<|quote|>he was saying.</|quote|>"You oug... | one who had influenced him. He was telling her that she ought to read more, and to see that there were other points of view as deserving of attention as her own. Naturally, having last seen him as he left the office in company with Katharine, she attributed the change to her; it was likely that Katharine, on leaving th... | mean your health," he added, as she laughed scornfully, "I mean that you seem to me to be getting wrapped up in your work." "And is that a bad thing?" she asked, shading her eyes with her hand. "I think it is," he returned abruptly. "But only a week ago you were saying the opposite." Her tone was defiant, but she becam... | genuinely interested in the question, Mary unconsciously let her attention wander, and a great desire came over her to talk to Ralph about her own feelings; or, at any rate, about something personal, so that she might see what he felt for her; but she resisted this wish. But she could not prevent him from feeling her l... | and purpose which is imparted to the most heterogeneous things when music sounds; and so pleasant was this impression that he was very glad that he had not stopped her, after all. It grew slowly fainter, but lasted until he stood outside the barrister s chambers. When his interview with the barrister was over, it was t... | he was saying, and gradually they both became silent. One thought after another came up in Ralph s mind, but they were all, in some way, connected with Katharine, or with vague feelings of romance and adventure such as she inspired. But he could not talk to Mary about such thoughts; and he pitied her for knowing nothin... | Night And Day |
"You ought to read more poetry." | Ralph Denham | enough, Mary," he was saying.<|quote|>"You ought to read more poetry."</|quote|>It was true that Mary | anybody. "You don t read enough, Mary," he was saying.<|quote|>"You ought to read more poetry."</|quote|>It was true that Mary s reading had been rather | was likely that Katharine, on leaving the scene which she had so clearly despised, had pronounced some such criticism, or suggested it by her own attitude. But she knew that Ralph would never admit that he had been influenced by anybody. "You don t read enough, Mary," he was saying.<|quote|>"You ought to read more poet... | influenced him. He was telling her that she ought to read more, and to see that there were other points of view as deserving of attention as her own. Naturally, having last seen him as he left the office in company with Katharine, she attributed the change to her; it was likely that Katharine, on leaving the scene whic... | he added, as she laughed scornfully, "I mean that you seem to me to be getting wrapped up in your work." "And is that a bad thing?" she asked, shading her eyes with her hand. "I think it is," he returned abruptly. "But only a week ago you were saying the opposite." Her tone was defiant, but she became curiously depress... | the question, Mary unconsciously let her attention wander, and a great desire came over her to talk to Ralph about her own feelings; or, at any rate, about something personal, so that she might see what he felt for her; but she resisted this wish. But she could not prevent him from feeling her lack of interest in what ... | is imparted to the most heterogeneous things when music sounds; and so pleasant was this impression that he was very glad that he had not stopped her, after all. It grew slowly fainter, but lasted until he stood outside the barrister s chambers. When his interview with the barrister was over, it was too late to go back... | evening, however, she replied rather sharply: "Because I ve got nothing amusing to say, I suppose." Ralph thought for a moment, and then remarked: "You work too hard. I don t mean your health," he added, as she laughed scornfully, "I mean that you seem to me to be getting wrapped up in your work." "And is that a bad th... | Night And Day |
It was true that Mary s reading had been rather limited to such works as she needed to know for the sake of examinations; and her time for reading in London was very little. For some reason, no one likes to be told that they do not read enough poetry, but her resentment was only visible in the way she changed the posit... | No speaker | ought to read more poetry."<|quote|>It was true that Mary s reading had been rather limited to such works as she needed to know for the sake of examinations; and her time for reading in London was very little. For some reason, no one likes to be told that they do not read enough poetry, but her resentment was only visi... | Mary," he was saying. "You ought to read more poetry."<|quote|>It was true that Mary s reading had been rather limited to such works as she needed to know for the sake of examinations; and her time for reading in London was very little. For some reason, no one likes to be told that they do not read enough poetry, but h... | the scene which she had so clearly despised, had pronounced some such criticism, or suggested it by her own attitude. But she knew that Ralph would never admit that he had been influenced by anybody. "You don t read enough, Mary," he was saying. "You ought to read more poetry."<|quote|>It was true that Mary s reading h... | that she ought to read more, and to see that there were other points of view as deserving of attention as her own. Naturally, having last seen him as he left the office in company with Katharine, she attributed the change to her; it was likely that Katharine, on leaving the scene which she had so clearly despised, had ... | "I mean that you seem to me to be getting wrapped up in your work." "And is that a bad thing?" she asked, shading her eyes with her hand. "I think it is," he returned abruptly. "But only a week ago you were saying the opposite." Her tone was defiant, but she became curiously depressed. Ralph did not perceive it, and to... | attention wander, and a great desire came over her to talk to Ralph about her own feelings; or, at any rate, about something personal, so that she might see what he felt for her; but she resisted this wish. But she could not prevent him from feeling her lack of interest in what he was saying, and gradually they both be... | things when music sounds; and so pleasant was this impression that he was very glad that he had not stopped her, after all. It grew slowly fainter, but lasted until he stood outside the barrister s chambers. When his interview with the barrister was over, it was too late to go back to the office. His sight of Katharine... | she could not prevent him from feeling her lack of interest in what he was saying, and gradually they both became silent. One thought after another came up in Ralph s mind, but they were all, in some way, connected with Katharine, or with vague feelings of romance and adventure such as she inspired. But he could not ta... | Night And Day |
"I m behaving exactly as I said I wouldn t behave," | Mary Datchet | then she thought to herself,<|quote|>"I m behaving exactly as I said I wouldn t behave,"</|quote|>whereupon she relaxed all her | look in her eyes. And then she thought to herself,<|quote|>"I m behaving exactly as I said I wouldn t behave,"</|quote|>whereupon she relaxed all her muscles and said, in her | London was very little. For some reason, no one likes to be told that they do not read enough poetry, but her resentment was only visible in the way she changed the position of her hands, and in the fixed look in her eyes. And then she thought to herself,<|quote|>"I m behaving exactly as I said I wouldn t behave,"</|qu... | had been influenced by anybody. "You don t read enough, Mary," he was saying. "You ought to read more poetry." It was true that Mary s reading had been rather limited to such works as she needed to know for the sake of examinations; and her time for reading in London was very little. For some reason, no one likes to be... | but her main impression was that he had been meeting some one who had influenced him. He was telling her that she ought to read more, and to see that there were other points of view as deserving of attention as her own. Naturally, having last seen him as he left the office in company with Katharine, she attributed the ... | with Katharine, or with vague feelings of romance and adventure such as she inspired. But he could not talk to Mary about such thoughts; and he pitied her for knowing nothing of what he was feeling. "Here," he thought, "is where we differ from women; they have no sense of romance." "Well, Mary," he said at length, "why... | London until he came to Katharine s house, to look up at the windows and fancy her within, seemed to him possible for a moment; and then he rejected the plan almost with a blush as, with a curious division of consciousness, one plucks a flower sentimentally and throws it away, with a blush, when it is actually picked. ... | abruptly. "But only a week ago you were saying the opposite." Her tone was defiant, but she became curiously depressed. Ralph did not perceive it, and took this opportunity of lecturing her, and expressing his latest views upon the proper conduct of life. She listened, but her main impression was that he had been meeti... | Night And Day |
whereupon she relaxed all her muscles and said, in her reasonable way: | No speaker | said I wouldn t behave,"<|quote|>whereupon she relaxed all her muscles and said, in her reasonable way:</|quote|>"Tell me what I ought | m behaving exactly as I said I wouldn t behave,"<|quote|>whereupon she relaxed all her muscles and said, in her reasonable way:</|quote|>"Tell me what I ought to read, then." Ralph had | be told that they do not read enough poetry, but her resentment was only visible in the way she changed the position of her hands, and in the fixed look in her eyes. And then she thought to herself, "I m behaving exactly as I said I wouldn t behave,"<|quote|>whereupon she relaxed all her muscles and said, in her reason... | he was saying. "You ought to read more poetry." It was true that Mary s reading had been rather limited to such works as she needed to know for the sake of examinations; and her time for reading in London was very little. For some reason, no one likes to be told that they do not read enough poetry, but her resentment w... | one who had influenced him. He was telling her that she ought to read more, and to see that there were other points of view as deserving of attention as her own. Naturally, having last seen him as he left the office in company with Katharine, she attributed the change to her; it was likely that Katharine, on leaving th... | as she inspired. But he could not talk to Mary about such thoughts; and he pitied her for knowing nothing of what he was feeling. "Here," he thought, "is where we differ from women; they have no sense of romance." "Well, Mary," he said at length, "why don t you say something amusing?" His tone was certainly provoking, ... | at the windows and fancy her within, seemed to him possible for a moment; and then he rejected the plan almost with a blush as, with a curious division of consciousness, one plucks a flower sentimentally and throws it away, with a blush, when it is actually picked. No, he would go and see Mary Datchet. By this time she... | say, I suppose." Ralph thought for a moment, and then remarked: "You work too hard. I don t mean your health," he added, as she laughed scornfully, "I mean that you seem to me to be getting wrapped up in your work." "And is that a bad thing?" she asked, shading her eyes with her hand. "I think it is," he returned abrup... | Night And Day |
"Tell me what I ought to read, then." | Mary Datchet | said, in her reasonable way:<|quote|>"Tell me what I ought to read, then."</|quote|>Ralph had unconsciously been irritated | relaxed all her muscles and said, in her reasonable way:<|quote|>"Tell me what I ought to read, then."</|quote|>Ralph had unconsciously been irritated by Mary, and he now | was only visible in the way she changed the position of her hands, and in the fixed look in her eyes. And then she thought to herself, "I m behaving exactly as I said I wouldn t behave," whereupon she relaxed all her muscles and said, in her reasonable way:<|quote|>"Tell me what I ought to read, then."</|quote|>Ralph h... | that Mary s reading had been rather limited to such works as she needed to know for the sake of examinations; and her time for reading in London was very little. For some reason, no one likes to be told that they do not read enough poetry, but her resentment was only visible in the way she changed the position of her h... | to read more, and to see that there were other points of view as deserving of attention as her own. Naturally, having last seen him as he left the office in company with Katharine, she attributed the change to her; it was likely that Katharine, on leaving the scene which she had so clearly despised, had pronounced some... | thoughts; and he pitied her for knowing nothing of what he was feeling. "Here," he thought, "is where we differ from women; they have no sense of romance." "Well, Mary," he said at length, "why don t you say something amusing?" His tone was certainly provoking, but, as a general rule, Mary was not easily provoked. This... | a moment; and then he rejected the plan almost with a blush as, with a curious division of consciousness, one plucks a flower sentimentally and throws it away, with a blush, when it is actually picked. No, he would go and see Mary Datchet. By this time she would be back from her work. To see Ralph appear unexpectedly i... | but, as a general rule, Mary was not easily provoked. This evening, however, she replied rather sharply: "Because I ve got nothing amusing to say, I suppose." Ralph thought for a moment, and then remarked: "You work too hard. I don t mean your health," he added, as she laughed scornfully, "I mean that you seem to me to... | Night And Day |
Ralph had unconsciously been irritated by Mary, and he now delivered himself of a few names of great poets which were the text for a discourse upon the imperfection of Mary s character and way of life. | No speaker | I ought to read, then."<|quote|>Ralph had unconsciously been irritated by Mary, and he now delivered himself of a few names of great poets which were the text for a discourse upon the imperfection of Mary s character and way of life.</|quote|>"You live with your inferiors," | reasonable way: "Tell me what I ought to read, then."<|quote|>Ralph had unconsciously been irritated by Mary, and he now delivered himself of a few names of great poets which were the text for a discourse upon the imperfection of Mary s character and way of life.</|quote|>"You live with your inferiors," he said, warmin... | the position of her hands, and in the fixed look in her eyes. And then she thought to herself, "I m behaving exactly as I said I wouldn t behave," whereupon she relaxed all her muscles and said, in her reasonable way: "Tell me what I ought to read, then."<|quote|>Ralph had unconsciously been irritated by Mary, and he n... | to such works as she needed to know for the sake of examinations; and her time for reading in London was very little. For some reason, no one likes to be told that they do not read enough poetry, but her resentment was only visible in the way she changed the position of her hands, and in the fixed look in her eyes. And... | were other points of view as deserving of attention as her own. Naturally, having last seen him as he left the office in company with Katharine, she attributed the change to her; it was likely that Katharine, on leaving the scene which she had so clearly despised, had pronounced some such criticism, or suggested it by ... | of what he was feeling. "Here," he thought, "is where we differ from women; they have no sense of romance." "Well, Mary," he said at length, "why don t you say something amusing?" His tone was certainly provoking, but, as a general rule, Mary was not easily provoked. This evening, however, she replied rather sharply: "... | almost with a blush as, with a curious division of consciousness, one plucks a flower sentimentally and throws it away, with a blush, when it is actually picked. No, he would go and see Mary Datchet. By this time she would be back from her work. To see Ralph appear unexpectedly in her room threw Mary for a second off h... | sense of romance." "Well, Mary," he said at length, "why don t you say something amusing?" His tone was certainly provoking, but, as a general rule, Mary was not easily provoked. This evening, however, she replied rather sharply: "Because I ve got nothing amusing to say, I suppose." Ralph thought for a moment, and then... | Night And Day |
"You live with your inferiors," | Ralph Denham | character and way of life.<|quote|>"You live with your inferiors,"</|quote|>he said, warming unreasonably, as | the imperfection of Mary s character and way of life.<|quote|>"You live with your inferiors,"</|quote|>he said, warming unreasonably, as he knew, to his text. | said, in her reasonable way: "Tell me what I ought to read, then." Ralph had unconsciously been irritated by Mary, and he now delivered himself of a few names of great poets which were the text for a discourse upon the imperfection of Mary s character and way of life.<|quote|>"You live with your inferiors,"</|quote|>he... | enough poetry, but her resentment was only visible in the way she changed the position of her hands, and in the fixed look in her eyes. And then she thought to herself, "I m behaving exactly as I said I wouldn t behave," whereupon she relaxed all her muscles and said, in her reasonable way: "Tell me what I ought to rea... | on leaving the scene which she had so clearly despised, had pronounced some such criticism, or suggested it by her own attitude. But she knew that Ralph would never admit that he had been influenced by anybody. "You don t read enough, Mary," he was saying. "You ought to read more poetry." It was true that Mary s readin... | provoking, but, as a general rule, Mary was not easily provoked. This evening, however, she replied rather sharply: "Because I ve got nothing amusing to say, I suppose." Ralph thought for a moment, and then remarked: "You work too hard. I don t mean your health," he added, as she laughed scornfully, "I mean that you se... | this time she would be back from her work. To see Ralph appear unexpectedly in her room threw Mary for a second off her balance. She had been cleaning knives in her little scullery, and when she had let him in she went back again, and turned on the cold-water tap to its fullest volume, and then turned it off again. "No... | opportunity of lecturing her, and expressing his latest views upon the proper conduct of life. She listened, but her main impression was that he had been meeting some one who had influenced him. He was telling her that she ought to read more, and to see that there were other points of view as deserving of attention as ... | Night And Day |
he said, warming unreasonably, as he knew, to his text. | No speaker | "You live with your inferiors,"<|quote|>he said, warming unreasonably, as he knew, to his text.</|quote|>"And you get into a | character and way of life. "You live with your inferiors,"<|quote|>he said, warming unreasonably, as he knew, to his text.</|quote|>"And you get into a groove because, on the whole, | "Tell me what I ought to read, then." Ralph had unconsciously been irritated by Mary, and he now delivered himself of a few names of great poets which were the text for a discourse upon the imperfection of Mary s character and way of life. "You live with your inferiors,"<|quote|>he said, warming unreasonably, as he kne... | was only visible in the way she changed the position of her hands, and in the fixed look in her eyes. And then she thought to herself, "I m behaving exactly as I said I wouldn t behave," whereupon she relaxed all her muscles and said, in her reasonable way: "Tell me what I ought to read, then." Ralph had unconsciously ... | she had so clearly despised, had pronounced some such criticism, or suggested it by her own attitude. But she knew that Ralph would never admit that he had been influenced by anybody. "You don t read enough, Mary," he was saying. "You ought to read more poetry." It was true that Mary s reading had been rather limited t... | rule, Mary was not easily provoked. This evening, however, she replied rather sharply: "Because I ve got nothing amusing to say, I suppose." Ralph thought for a moment, and then remarked: "You work too hard. I don t mean your health," he added, as she laughed scornfully, "I mean that you seem to me to be getting wrappe... | back from her work. To see Ralph appear unexpectedly in her room threw Mary for a second off her balance. She had been cleaning knives in her little scullery, and when she had let him in she went back again, and turned on the cold-water tap to its fullest volume, and then turned it off again. "Now," she thought to hers... | adventure such as she inspired. But he could not talk to Mary about such thoughts; and he pitied her for knowing nothing of what he was feeling. "Here," he thought, "is where we differ from women; they have no sense of romance." "Well, Mary," he said at length, "why don t you say something amusing?" His tone was certai... | Night And Day |
"And you get into a groove because, on the whole, it s rather a pleasant groove. And you tend to forget what you re there for. You ve the feminine habit of making much of details. You don t see when things matter and when they don t. And that s what s the ruin of all these organizations. That s why the Suffragists have... | Ralph Denham | he knew, to his text.<|quote|>"And you get into a groove because, on the whole, it s rather a pleasant groove. And you tend to forget what you re there for. You ve the feminine habit of making much of details. You don t see when things matter and when they don t. And that s what s the ruin of all these organizations. T... | he said, warming unreasonably, as he knew, to his text.<|quote|>"And you get into a groove because, on the whole, it s rather a pleasant groove. And you tend to forget what you re there for. You ve the feminine habit of making much of details. You don t see when things matter and when they don t. And that s what s the ... | unconsciously been irritated by Mary, and he now delivered himself of a few names of great poets which were the text for a discourse upon the imperfection of Mary s character and way of life. "You live with your inferiors," he said, warming unreasonably, as he knew, to his text.<|quote|>"And you get into a groove becau... | of her hands, and in the fixed look in her eyes. And then she thought to herself, "I m behaving exactly as I said I wouldn t behave," whereupon she relaxed all her muscles and said, in her reasonable way: "Tell me what I ought to read, then." Ralph had unconsciously been irritated by Mary, and he now delivered himself ... | or suggested it by her own attitude. But she knew that Ralph would never admit that he had been influenced by anybody. "You don t read enough, Mary," he was saying. "You ought to read more poetry." It was true that Mary s reading had been rather limited to such works as she needed to know for the sake of examinations; ... | replied rather sharply: "Because I ve got nothing amusing to say, I suppose." Ralph thought for a moment, and then remarked: "You work too hard. I don t mean your health," he added, as she laughed scornfully, "I mean that you seem to me to be getting wrapped up in your work." "And is that a bad thing?" she asked, shadi... | her room threw Mary for a second off her balance. She had been cleaning knives in her little scullery, and when she had let him in she went back again, and turned on the cold-water tap to its fullest volume, and then turned it off again. "Now," she thought to herself, as she screwed it tight, "I m not going to let thes... | and expressing his latest views upon the proper conduct of life. She listened, but her main impression was that he had been meeting some one who had influenced him. He was telling her that she ought to read more, and to see that there were other points of view as deserving of attention as her own. Naturally, having las... | Night And Day |
he concluded. | No speaker | life. But you won t,"<|quote|>he concluded.</|quote|>"I ve rather come to | in a backwater all your life. But you won t,"<|quote|>he concluded.</|quote|>"I ve rather come to that way of thinking myself | of something big; never mind making mistakes, but don t niggle. Why don t you throw it all up for a year, and travel? see something of the world. Don t be content to live with half a dozen people in a backwater all your life. But you won t,"<|quote|>he concluded.</|quote|>"I ve rather come to that way of thinking mysel... | t see when things matter and when they don t. And that s what s the ruin of all these organizations. That s why the Suffragists have never done anything all these years. What s the point of drawing-room meetings and bazaars? You want to have ideas, Mary; get hold of something big; never mind making mistakes, but don t ... | reasonable way: "Tell me what I ought to read, then." Ralph had unconsciously been irritated by Mary, and he now delivered himself of a few names of great poets which were the text for a discourse upon the imperfection of Mary s character and way of life. "You live with your inferiors," he said, warming unreasonably, a... | she ought to read more, and to see that there were other points of view as deserving of attention as her own. Naturally, having last seen him as he left the office in company with Katharine, she attributed the change to her; it was likely that Katharine, on leaving the scene which she had so clearly despised, had prono... | questions. He looked at her as she leant forward, poking the fire, and expressing herself very clearly in phrases which bore distantly the taint of the platform, and he thought, "How absurd Mary would think me if she knew that I almost made up my mind to walk all the way to Chelsea in order to look at Katharine s windo... | I said I wouldn t behave," whereupon she relaxed all her muscles and said, in her reasonable way: "Tell me what I ought to read, then." Ralph had unconsciously been irritated by Mary, and he now delivered himself of a few names of great poets which were the text for a discourse upon the imperfection of Mary s character... | Night And Day |
"I ve rather come to that way of thinking myself about myself, I mean," | Mary Datchet | you won t," he concluded.<|quote|>"I ve rather come to that way of thinking myself about myself, I mean,"</|quote|>said Mary, surprising him by | backwater all your life. But you won t," he concluded.<|quote|>"I ve rather come to that way of thinking myself about myself, I mean,"</|quote|>said Mary, surprising him by her acquiescence. "I should like | big; never mind making mistakes, but don t niggle. Why don t you throw it all up for a year, and travel? see something of the world. Don t be content to live with half a dozen people in a backwater all your life. But you won t," he concluded.<|quote|>"I ve rather come to that way of thinking myself about myself, I mean... | when things matter and when they don t. And that s what s the ruin of all these organizations. That s why the Suffragists have never done anything all these years. What s the point of drawing-room meetings and bazaars? You want to have ideas, Mary; get hold of something big; never mind making mistakes, but don t niggle... | "Tell me what I ought to read, then." Ralph had unconsciously been irritated by Mary, and he now delivered himself of a few names of great poets which were the text for a discourse upon the imperfection of Mary s character and way of life. "You live with your inferiors," he said, warming unreasonably, as he knew, to hi... | to read more, and to see that there were other points of view as deserving of attention as her own. Naturally, having last seen him as he left the office in company with Katharine, she attributed the change to her; it was likely that Katharine, on leaving the scene which she had so clearly despised, had pronounced some... | looked at her as she leant forward, poking the fire, and expressing herself very clearly in phrases which bore distantly the taint of the platform, and he thought, "How absurd Mary would think me if she knew that I almost made up my mind to walk all the way to Chelsea in order to look at Katharine s windows. She wouldn... | and in the fixed look in her eyes. And then she thought to herself, "I m behaving exactly as I said I wouldn t behave," whereupon she relaxed all her muscles and said, in her reasonable way: "Tell me what I ought to read, then." Ralph had unconsciously been irritated by Mary, and he now delivered himself of a few names... | Night And Day |
said Mary, surprising him by her acquiescence. | No speaker | myself about myself, I mean,"<|quote|>said Mary, surprising him by her acquiescence.</|quote|>"I should like to go | to that way of thinking myself about myself, I mean,"<|quote|>said Mary, surprising him by her acquiescence.</|quote|>"I should like to go somewhere far away." For a | it all up for a year, and travel? see something of the world. Don t be content to live with half a dozen people in a backwater all your life. But you won t," he concluded. "I ve rather come to that way of thinking myself about myself, I mean,"<|quote|>said Mary, surprising him by her acquiescence.</|quote|>"I should li... | ruin of all these organizations. That s why the Suffragists have never done anything all these years. What s the point of drawing-room meetings and bazaars? You want to have ideas, Mary; get hold of something big; never mind making mistakes, but don t niggle. Why don t you throw it all up for a year, and travel? see so... | Mary, and he now delivered himself of a few names of great poets which were the text for a discourse upon the imperfection of Mary s character and way of life. "You live with your inferiors," he said, warming unreasonably, as he knew, to his text. "And you get into a groove because, on the whole, it s rather a pleasant... | deserving of attention as her own. Naturally, having last seen him as he left the office in company with Katharine, she attributed the change to her; it was likely that Katharine, on leaving the scene which she had so clearly despised, had pronounced some such criticism, or suggested it by her own attitude. But she kne... | clearly in phrases which bore distantly the taint of the platform, and he thought, "How absurd Mary would think me if she knew that I almost made up my mind to walk all the way to Chelsea in order to look at Katharine s windows. She wouldn t understand it, but I like her very much as she is." For some time they discuss... | visible in the way she changed the position of her hands, and in the fixed look in her eyes. And then she thought to herself, "I m behaving exactly as I said I wouldn t behave," whereupon she relaxed all her muscles and said, in her reasonable way: "Tell me what I ought to read, then." Ralph had unconsciously been irri... | Night And Day |
"I should like to go somewhere far away." | Mary Datchet | surprising him by her acquiescence.<|quote|>"I should like to go somewhere far away."</|quote|>For a moment they were | myself, I mean," said Mary, surprising him by her acquiescence.<|quote|>"I should like to go somewhere far away."</|quote|>For a moment they were both silent. Ralph then said: | travel? see something of the world. Don t be content to live with half a dozen people in a backwater all your life. But you won t," he concluded. "I ve rather come to that way of thinking myself about myself, I mean," said Mary, surprising him by her acquiescence.<|quote|>"I should like to go somewhere far away."</|quo... | why the Suffragists have never done anything all these years. What s the point of drawing-room meetings and bazaars? You want to have ideas, Mary; get hold of something big; never mind making mistakes, but don t niggle. Why don t you throw it all up for a year, and travel? see something of the world. Don t be content t... | a few names of great poets which were the text for a discourse upon the imperfection of Mary s character and way of life. "You live with your inferiors," he said, warming unreasonably, as he knew, to his text. "And you get into a groove because, on the whole, it s rather a pleasant groove. And you tend to forget what y... | having last seen him as he left the office in company with Katharine, she attributed the change to her; it was likely that Katharine, on leaving the scene which she had so clearly despised, had pronounced some such criticism, or suggested it by her own attitude. But she knew that Ralph would never admit that he had bee... | taint of the platform, and he thought, "How absurd Mary would think me if she knew that I almost made up my mind to walk all the way to Chelsea in order to look at Katharine s windows. She wouldn t understand it, but I like her very much as she is." For some time they discussed what the women had better do; and as Ralp... | to see that there were other points of view as deserving of attention as her own. Naturally, having last seen him as he left the office in company with Katharine, she attributed the change to her; it was likely that Katharine, on leaving the scene which she had so clearly despised, had pronounced some such criticism, o... | Night And Day |
For a moment they were both silent. Ralph then said: | No speaker | to go somewhere far away."<|quote|>For a moment they were both silent. Ralph then said:</|quote|>"But look here, Mary, you | her acquiescence. "I should like to go somewhere far away."<|quote|>For a moment they were both silent. Ralph then said:</|quote|>"But look here, Mary, you haven t been taking this | be content to live with half a dozen people in a backwater all your life. But you won t," he concluded. "I ve rather come to that way of thinking myself about myself, I mean," said Mary, surprising him by her acquiescence. "I should like to go somewhere far away."<|quote|>For a moment they were both silent. Ralph then ... | these years. What s the point of drawing-room meetings and bazaars? You want to have ideas, Mary; get hold of something big; never mind making mistakes, but don t niggle. Why don t you throw it all up for a year, and travel? see something of the world. Don t be content to live with half a dozen people in a backwater al... | the text for a discourse upon the imperfection of Mary s character and way of life. "You live with your inferiors," he said, warming unreasonably, as he knew, to his text. "And you get into a groove because, on the whole, it s rather a pleasant groove. And you tend to forget what you re there for. You ve the feminine h... | office in company with Katharine, she attributed the change to her; it was likely that Katharine, on leaving the scene which she had so clearly despised, had pronounced some such criticism, or suggested it by her own attitude. But she knew that Ralph would never admit that he had been influenced by anybody. "You don t ... | absurd Mary would think me if she knew that I almost made up my mind to walk all the way to Chelsea in order to look at Katharine s windows. She wouldn t understand it, but I like her very much as she is." For some time they discussed what the women had better do; and as Ralph became genuinely interested in the questio... | said at length, "why don t you say something amusing?" His tone was certainly provoking, but, as a general rule, Mary was not easily provoked. This evening, however, she replied rather sharply: "Because I ve got nothing amusing to say, I suppose." Ralph thought for a moment, and then remarked: "You work too hard. I don... | Night And Day |
"But look here, Mary, you haven t been taking this seriously, have you?" | Ralph Denham | both silent. Ralph then said:<|quote|>"But look here, Mary, you haven t been taking this seriously, have you?"</|quote|>His irritation was spent, and | For a moment they were both silent. Ralph then said:<|quote|>"But look here, Mary, you haven t been taking this seriously, have you?"</|quote|>His irritation was spent, and the depression, which she could | a backwater all your life. But you won t," he concluded. "I ve rather come to that way of thinking myself about myself, I mean," said Mary, surprising him by her acquiescence. "I should like to go somewhere far away." For a moment they were both silent. Ralph then said:<|quote|>"But look here, Mary, you haven t been ta... | bazaars? You want to have ideas, Mary; get hold of something big; never mind making mistakes, but don t niggle. Why don t you throw it all up for a year, and travel? see something of the world. Don t be content to live with half a dozen people in a backwater all your life. But you won t," he concluded. "I ve rather com... | s character and way of life. "You live with your inferiors," he said, warming unreasonably, as he knew, to his text. "And you get into a groove because, on the whole, it s rather a pleasant groove. And you tend to forget what you re there for. You ve the feminine habit of making much of details. You don t see when thin... | her; it was likely that Katharine, on leaving the scene which she had so clearly despised, had pronounced some such criticism, or suggested it by her own attitude. But she knew that Ralph would never admit that he had been influenced by anybody. "You don t read enough, Mary," he was saying. "You ought to read more poet... | almost made up my mind to walk all the way to Chelsea in order to look at Katharine s windows. She wouldn t understand it, but I like her very much as she is." For some time they discussed what the women had better do; and as Ralph became genuinely interested in the question, Mary unconsciously let her attention wander... | a discourse upon the imperfection of Mary s character and way of life. "You live with your inferiors," he said, warming unreasonably, as he knew, to his text. "And you get into a groove because, on the whole, it s rather a pleasant groove. And you tend to forget what you re there for. You ve the feminine habit of makin... | Night And Day |
His irritation was spent, and the depression, which she could not keep out of her voice, made him feel suddenly with remorse that he had been hurting her. | No speaker | taking this seriously, have you?"<|quote|>His irritation was spent, and the depression, which she could not keep out of her voice, made him feel suddenly with remorse that he had been hurting her.</|quote|>"You won t go away, | Mary, you haven t been taking this seriously, have you?"<|quote|>His irritation was spent, and the depression, which she could not keep out of her voice, made him feel suddenly with remorse that he had been hurting her.</|quote|>"You won t go away, will you?" he asked. And | rather come to that way of thinking myself about myself, I mean," said Mary, surprising him by her acquiescence. "I should like to go somewhere far away." For a moment they were both silent. Ralph then said: "But look here, Mary, you haven t been taking this seriously, have you?"<|quote|>His irritation was spent, and t... | mind making mistakes, but don t niggle. Why don t you throw it all up for a year, and travel? see something of the world. Don t be content to live with half a dozen people in a backwater all your life. But you won t," he concluded. "I ve rather come to that way of thinking myself about myself, I mean," said Mary, surpr... | warming unreasonably, as he knew, to his text. "And you get into a groove because, on the whole, it s rather a pleasant groove. And you tend to forget what you re there for. You ve the feminine habit of making much of details. You don t see when things matter and when they don t. And that s what s the ruin of all these... | so clearly despised, had pronounced some such criticism, or suggested it by her own attitude. But she knew that Ralph would never admit that he had been influenced by anybody. "You don t read enough, Mary," he was saying. "You ought to read more poetry." It was true that Mary s reading had been rather limited to such w... | order to look at Katharine s windows. She wouldn t understand it, but I like her very much as she is." For some time they discussed what the women had better do; and as Ralph became genuinely interested in the question, Mary unconsciously let her attention wander, and a great desire came over her to talk to Ralph about... | the change to her; it was likely that Katharine, on leaving the scene which she had so clearly despised, had pronounced some such criticism, or suggested it by her own attitude. But she knew that Ralph would never admit that he had been influenced by anybody. "You don t read enough, Mary," he was saying. "You ought to ... | Night And Day |
"You won t go away, will you?" | Ralph Denham | he had been hurting her.<|quote|>"You won t go away, will you?"</|quote|>he asked. And as she | feel suddenly with remorse that he had been hurting her.<|quote|>"You won t go away, will you?"</|quote|>he asked. And as she said nothing, he added, "Oh | a moment they were both silent. Ralph then said: "But look here, Mary, you haven t been taking this seriously, have you?" His irritation was spent, and the depression, which she could not keep out of her voice, made him feel suddenly with remorse that he had been hurting her.<|quote|>"You won t go away, will you?"</|qu... | content to live with half a dozen people in a backwater all your life. But you won t," he concluded. "I ve rather come to that way of thinking myself about myself, I mean," said Mary, surprising him by her acquiescence. "I should like to go somewhere far away." For a moment they were both silent. Ralph then said: "But ... | forget what you re there for. You ve the feminine habit of making much of details. You don t see when things matter and when they don t. And that s what s the ruin of all these organizations. That s why the Suffragists have never done anything all these years. What s the point of drawing-room meetings and bazaars? You ... | by anybody. "You don t read enough, Mary," he was saying. "You ought to read more poetry." It was true that Mary s reading had been rather limited to such works as she needed to know for the sake of examinations; and her time for reading in London was very little. For some reason, no one likes to be told that they do n... | women had better do; and as Ralph became genuinely interested in the question, Mary unconsciously let her attention wander, and a great desire came over her to talk to Ralph about her own feelings; or, at any rate, about something personal, so that she might see what he felt for her; but she resisted this wish. But she... | "And is that a bad thing?" she asked, shading her eyes with her hand. "I think it is," he returned abruptly. "But only a week ago you were saying the opposite." Her tone was defiant, but she became curiously depressed. Ralph did not perceive it, and took this opportunity of lecturing her, and expressing his latest view... | Night And Day |
he asked. And as she said nothing, he added, | No speaker | t go away, will you?"<|quote|>he asked. And as she said nothing, he added,</|quote|>"Oh no, don t go | been hurting her. "You won t go away, will you?"<|quote|>he asked. And as she said nothing, he added,</|quote|>"Oh no, don t go away." "I don t know | then said: "But look here, Mary, you haven t been taking this seriously, have you?" His irritation was spent, and the depression, which she could not keep out of her voice, made him feel suddenly with remorse that he had been hurting her. "You won t go away, will you?"<|quote|>he asked. And as she said nothing, he adde... | people in a backwater all your life. But you won t," he concluded. "I ve rather come to that way of thinking myself about myself, I mean," said Mary, surprising him by her acquiescence. "I should like to go somewhere far away." For a moment they were both silent. Ralph then said: "But look here, Mary, you haven t been ... | ve the feminine habit of making much of details. You don t see when things matter and when they don t. And that s what s the ruin of all these organizations. That s why the Suffragists have never done anything all these years. What s the point of drawing-room meetings and bazaars? You want to have ideas, Mary; get hold... | Mary," he was saying. "You ought to read more poetry." It was true that Mary s reading had been rather limited to such works as she needed to know for the sake of examinations; and her time for reading in London was very little. For some reason, no one likes to be told that they do not read enough poetry, but her resen... | became genuinely interested in the question, Mary unconsciously let her attention wander, and a great desire came over her to talk to Ralph about her own feelings; or, at any rate, about something personal, so that she might see what he felt for her; but she resisted this wish. But she could not prevent him from feelin... | for the sake of examinations; and her time for reading in London was very little. For some reason, no one likes to be told that they do not read enough poetry, but her resentment was only visible in the way she changed the position of her hands, and in the fixed look in her eyes. And then she thought to herself, "I m b... | Night And Day |
"Oh no, don t go away." | Ralph Denham | she said nothing, he added,<|quote|>"Oh no, don t go away."</|quote|>"I don t know exactly | you?" he asked. And as she said nothing, he added,<|quote|>"Oh no, don t go away."</|quote|>"I don t know exactly what I mean to do," | been taking this seriously, have you?" His irritation was spent, and the depression, which she could not keep out of her voice, made him feel suddenly with remorse that he had been hurting her. "You won t go away, will you?" he asked. And as she said nothing, he added,<|quote|>"Oh no, don t go away."</|quote|>"I don t ... | won t," he concluded. "I ve rather come to that way of thinking myself about myself, I mean," said Mary, surprising him by her acquiescence. "I should like to go somewhere far away." For a moment they were both silent. Ralph then said: "But look here, Mary, you haven t been taking this seriously, have you?" His irritat... | You don t see when things matter and when they don t. And that s what s the ruin of all these organizations. That s why the Suffragists have never done anything all these years. What s the point of drawing-room meetings and bazaars? You want to have ideas, Mary; get hold of something big; never mind making mistakes, bu... | poetry." It was true that Mary s reading had been rather limited to such works as she needed to know for the sake of examinations; and her time for reading in London was very little. For some reason, no one likes to be told that they do not read enough poetry, but her resentment was only visible in the way she changed ... | her attention wander, and a great desire came over her to talk to Ralph about her own feelings; or, at any rate, about something personal, so that she might see what he felt for her; but she resisted this wish. But she could not prevent him from feeling her lack of interest in what he was saying, and gradually they bot... | likely that Katharine, on leaving the scene which she had so clearly despised, had pronounced some such criticism, or suggested it by her own attitude. But she knew that Ralph would never admit that he had been influenced by anybody. "You don t read enough, Mary," he was saying. "You ought to read more poetry." It was ... | Night And Day |
"I don t know exactly what I mean to do," | Mary Datchet | no, don t go away."<|quote|>"I don t know exactly what I mean to do,"</|quote|>she replied. She hovered on | said nothing, he added, "Oh no, don t go away."<|quote|>"I don t know exactly what I mean to do,"</|quote|>she replied. She hovered on the verge of some discussion | His irritation was spent, and the depression, which she could not keep out of her voice, made him feel suddenly with remorse that he had been hurting her. "You won t go away, will you?" he asked. And as she said nothing, he added, "Oh no, don t go away."<|quote|>"I don t know exactly what I mean to do,"</|quote|>she re... | rather come to that way of thinking myself about myself, I mean," said Mary, surprising him by her acquiescence. "I should like to go somewhere far away." For a moment they were both silent. Ralph then said: "But look here, Mary, you haven t been taking this seriously, have you?" His irritation was spent, and the depre... | matter and when they don t. And that s what s the ruin of all these organizations. That s why the Suffragists have never done anything all these years. What s the point of drawing-room meetings and bazaars? You want to have ideas, Mary; get hold of something big; never mind making mistakes, but don t niggle. Why don t ... | s reading had been rather limited to such works as she needed to know for the sake of examinations; and her time for reading in London was very little. For some reason, no one likes to be told that they do not read enough poetry, but her resentment was only visible in the way she changed the position of her hands, and ... | desire came over her to talk to Ralph about her own feelings; or, at any rate, about something personal, so that she might see what he felt for her; but she resisted this wish. But she could not prevent him from feeling her lack of interest in what he was saying, and gradually they both became silent. One thought after... | of examinations; and her time for reading in London was very little. For some reason, no one likes to be told that they do not read enough poetry, but her resentment was only visible in the way she changed the position of her hands, and in the fixed look in her eyes. And then she thought to herself, "I m behaving exact... | Night And Day |
she replied. She hovered on the verge of some discussion of her plans, but she received no encouragement. He fell into one of his queer silences, which seemed to Mary, in spite of all her precautions, to have reference to what she also could not prevent herself from thinking about their feeling for each other and their... | No speaker | what I mean to do,"<|quote|>she replied. She hovered on the verge of some discussion of her plans, but she received no encouragement. He fell into one of his queer silences, which seemed to Mary, in spite of all her precautions, to have reference to what she also could not prevent herself from thinking about their feel... | "I don t know exactly what I mean to do,"<|quote|>she replied. She hovered on the verge of some discussion of her plans, but she received no encouragement. He fell into one of his queer silences, which seemed to Mary, in spite of all her precautions, to have reference to what she also could not prevent herself from thi... | not keep out of her voice, made him feel suddenly with remorse that he had been hurting her. "You won t go away, will you?" he asked. And as she said nothing, he added, "Oh no, don t go away." "I don t know exactly what I mean to do,"<|quote|>she replied. She hovered on the verge of some discussion of her plans, but sh... | I mean," said Mary, surprising him by her acquiescence. "I should like to go somewhere far away." For a moment they were both silent. Ralph then said: "But look here, Mary, you haven t been taking this seriously, have you?" His irritation was spent, and the depression, which she could not keep out of her voice, made hi... | s the ruin of all these organizations. That s why the Suffragists have never done anything all these years. What s the point of drawing-room meetings and bazaars? You want to have ideas, Mary; get hold of something big; never mind making mistakes, but don t niggle. Why don t you throw it all up for a year, and travel? ... | she needed to know for the sake of examinations; and her time for reading in London was very little. For some reason, no one likes to be told that they do not read enough poetry, but her resentment was only visible in the way she changed the position of her hands, and in the fixed look in her eyes. And then she thought... | own feelings; or, at any rate, about something personal, so that she might see what he felt for her; but she resisted this wish. But she could not prevent him from feeling her lack of interest in what he was saying, and gradually they both became silent. One thought after another came up in Ralph s mind, but they were ... | life. She listened, but her main impression was that he had been meeting some one who had influenced him. He was telling her that she ought to read more, and to see that there were other points of view as deserving of attention as her own. Naturally, having last seen him as he left the office in company with Katharine,... | Night And Day |
"It s life that matters, nothing but life the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process," | Katharine Hilbery | her passion belonged. CHAPTER XI<|quote|>"It s life that matters, nothing but life the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process,"</|quote|>said Katharine, as she passed | which branch of the family her passion belonged. CHAPTER XI<|quote|>"It s life that matters, nothing but life the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process,"</|quote|>said Katharine, as she passed under the archway, and so | hardest thing in the world. But she thought about herself a great deal more than she thought about grammatical English prose or about Ralph Denham, and it may therefore be disputed whether she was in love, or, if so, to which branch of the family her passion belonged. CHAPTER XI<|quote|>"It s life that matters, nothing... | few seconds about Ralph. She did her best to verify all the qualities in him which gave rise to emotions in her; and persuaded herself that she accounted reasonably for them all. Then she looked back again at her manuscript, and decided that to write grammatical English prose is the hardest thing in the world. But she ... | importance to what she felt, and she was by nature enough of a moralist to like to make certain, from time to time, that her feelings were creditable to her. When Ralph left her she thought over her state of mind, and came to the conclusion that it would be a good thing to learn a language say Italian or German. She th... | of some discussion of her plans, but she received no encouragement. He fell into one of his queer silences, which seemed to Mary, in spite of all her precautions, to have reference to what she also could not prevent herself from thinking about their feeling for each other and their relationship. She felt that the two l... | of examinations; and her time for reading in London was very little. For some reason, no one likes to be told that they do not read enough poetry, but her resentment was only visible in the way she changed the position of her hands, and in the fixed look in her eyes. And then she thought to herself, "I m behaving exact... | the extent, that is, of attaching great importance to what she felt, and she was by nature enough of a moralist to like to make certain, from time to time, that her feelings were creditable to her. When Ralph left her she thought over her state of mind, and came to the conclusion that it would be a good thing to learn ... | Night And Day |
said Katharine, as she passed under the archway, and so into the wide space of King s Bench Walk, | No speaker | the everlasting and perpetual process,"<|quote|>said Katharine, as she passed under the archway, and so into the wide space of King s Bench Walk,</|quote|>"not the discovery itself at | life the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process,"<|quote|>said Katharine, as she passed under the archway, and so into the wide space of King s Bench Walk,</|quote|>"not the discovery itself at all." She spoke the last | about grammatical English prose or about Ralph Denham, and it may therefore be disputed whether she was in love, or, if so, to which branch of the family her passion belonged. CHAPTER XI "It s life that matters, nothing but life the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process,"<|quote|>said Katharine,... | rise to emotions in her; and persuaded herself that she accounted reasonably for them all. Then she looked back again at her manuscript, and decided that to write grammatical English prose is the hardest thing in the world. But she thought about herself a great deal more than she thought about grammatical English prose... | make certain, from time to time, that her feelings were creditable to her. When Ralph left her she thought over her state of mind, and came to the conclusion that it would be a good thing to learn a language say Italian or German. She then went to a drawer, which she had to unlock, and took from it certain deeply score... | queer silences, which seemed to Mary, in spite of all her precautions, to have reference to what she also could not prevent herself from thinking about their feeling for each other and their relationship. She felt that the two lines of thought bored their way in long, parallel tunnels which came very close indeed, but ... | likes to be told that they do not read enough poetry, but her resentment was only visible in the way she changed the position of her hands, and in the fixed look in her eyes. And then she thought to herself, "I m behaving exactly as I said I wouldn t behave," whereupon she relaxed all her muscles and said, in her reaso... | sat on for a time, reviewing what he had said. If love is a devastating fire which melts the whole being into one mountain torrent, Mary was no more in love with Denham than she was in love with her poker or her tongs. But probably these extreme passions are very rare, and the state of mind thus depicted belongs to the... | Night And Day |
"not the discovery itself at all." | Katharine Hilbery | of King s Bench Walk,<|quote|>"not the discovery itself at all."</|quote|>She spoke the last words | so into the wide space of King s Bench Walk,<|quote|>"not the discovery itself at all."</|quote|>She spoke the last words looking up at Rodney s | or, if so, to which branch of the family her passion belonged. CHAPTER XI "It s life that matters, nothing but life the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process," said Katharine, as she passed under the archway, and so into the wide space of King s Bench Walk,<|quote|>"not the discovery itself at a... | again at her manuscript, and decided that to write grammatical English prose is the hardest thing in the world. But she thought about herself a great deal more than she thought about grammatical English prose or about Ralph Denham, and it may therefore be disputed whether she was in love, or, if so, to which branch of ... | over her state of mind, and came to the conclusion that it would be a good thing to learn a language say Italian or German. She then went to a drawer, which she had to unlock, and took from it certain deeply scored manuscript pages. She read them through, looking up from her reading every now and then and thinking very... | could not prevent herself from thinking about their feeling for each other and their relationship. She felt that the two lines of thought bored their way in long, parallel tunnels which came very close indeed, but never ran into each other. When he had gone, and he left her without breaking his silence more than was ne... | way she changed the position of her hands, and in the fixed look in her eyes. And then she thought to herself, "I m behaving exactly as I said I wouldn t behave," whereupon she relaxed all her muscles and said, in her reasonable way: "Tell me what I ought to read, then." Ralph had unconsciously been irritated by Mary, ... | are very rare, and the state of mind thus depicted belongs to the very last stages of love, when the power to resist has been eaten away, week by week or day by day. Like most intelligent people, Mary was something of an egoist, to the extent, that is, of attaching great importance to what she felt, and she was by natu... | Night And Day |
She spoke the last words looking up at Rodney s windows, which were a semilucent red color, in her honor, as she knew. He had asked her to tea with him. But she was in a mood when it is almost physically disagreeable to interrupt the stride of one s thought, and she walked up and down two or three times under the trees... | No speaker | the discovery itself at all."<|quote|>She spoke the last words looking up at Rodney s windows, which were a semilucent red color, in her honor, as she knew. He had asked her to tea with him. But she was in a mood when it is almost physically disagreeable to interrupt the stride of one s thought, and she walked up and d... | King s Bench Walk, "not the discovery itself at all."<|quote|>She spoke the last words looking up at Rodney s windows, which were a semilucent red color, in her honor, as she knew. He had asked her to tea with him. But she was in a mood when it is almost physically disagreeable to interrupt the stride of one s thought,... | of the family her passion belonged. CHAPTER XI "It s life that matters, nothing but life the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process," said Katharine, as she passed under the archway, and so into the wide space of King s Bench Walk, "not the discovery itself at all."<|quote|>She spoke the last wor... | that to write grammatical English prose is the hardest thing in the world. But she thought about herself a great deal more than she thought about grammatical English prose or about Ralph Denham, and it may therefore be disputed whether she was in love, or, if so, to which branch of the family her passion belonged. CHAP... | came to the conclusion that it would be a good thing to learn a language say Italian or German. She then went to a drawer, which she had to unlock, and took from it certain deeply scored manuscript pages. She read them through, looking up from her reading every now and then and thinking very intently for a few seconds ... | about their feeling for each other and their relationship. She felt that the two lines of thought bored their way in long, parallel tunnels which came very close indeed, but never ran into each other. When he had gone, and he left her without breaking his silence more than was needed to wish her good night, she sat on ... | her hands, and in the fixed look in her eyes. And then she thought to herself, "I m behaving exactly as I said I wouldn t behave," whereupon she relaxed all her muscles and said, in her reasonable way: "Tell me what I ought to read, then." Ralph had unconsciously been irritated by Mary, and he now delivered himself of ... | both silent. Ralph then said: "But look here, Mary, you haven t been taking this seriously, have you?" His irritation was spent, and the depression, which she could not keep out of her voice, made him feel suddenly with remorse that he had been hurting her. "You won t go away, will you?" he asked. And as she said nothi... | Night And Day |
"Well, William," | Katharine Hilbery | authority upon Rodney s door.<|quote|>"Well, William,"</|quote|>she said, "I m afraid | later her rap sounded with authority upon Rodney s door.<|quote|>"Well, William,"</|quote|>she said, "I m afraid I m late." It was | seats; felt herself carried along in the swirl of many things; decided, in her sudden way, that it was time to heave all this thinking overboard, and rose, leaving a fishmonger s basket on the seat behind her. Two minutes later her rap sounded with authority upon Rodney s door.<|quote|>"Well, William,"</|quote|>she sai... | bad one. This evening she had twisted the words of Dostoevsky to suit her mood a fatalistic mood to proclaim that the process of discovery was life, and that, presumably, the nature of one s goal mattered not at all. She sat down for a moment upon one of the seats; felt herself carried along in the swirl of many things... | her honor, as she knew. He had asked her to tea with him. But she was in a mood when it is almost physically disagreeable to interrupt the stride of one s thought, and she walked up and down two or three times under the trees before approaching his staircase. She liked getting hold of some book which neither her father... | German. She then went to a drawer, which she had to unlock, and took from it certain deeply scored manuscript pages. She read them through, looking up from her reading every now and then and thinking very intently for a few seconds about Ralph. She did her best to verify all the qualities in him which gave rise to emot... | be content to live with half a dozen people in a backwater all your life. But you won t," he concluded. "I ve rather come to that way of thinking myself about myself, I mean," said Mary, surprising him by her acquiescence. "I should like to go somewhere far away." For a moment they were both silent. Ralph then said: "B... | CHAPTER XI "It s life that matters, nothing but life the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process," said Katharine, as she passed under the archway, and so into the wide space of King s Bench Walk, "not the discovery itself at all." She spoke the last words looking up at Rodney s windows, which wer... | Night And Day |
she said, | No speaker | Rodney s door. "Well, William,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"I m afraid I m | rap sounded with authority upon Rodney s door. "Well, William,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"I m afraid I m late." It was true, but | herself carried along in the swirl of many things; decided, in her sudden way, that it was time to heave all this thinking overboard, and rose, leaving a fishmonger s basket on the seat behind her. Two minutes later her rap sounded with authority upon Rodney s door. "Well, William,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"I m afra... | This evening she had twisted the words of Dostoevsky to suit her mood a fatalistic mood to proclaim that the process of discovery was life, and that, presumably, the nature of one s goal mattered not at all. She sat down for a moment upon one of the seats; felt herself carried along in the swirl of many things; decided... | as she knew. He had asked her to tea with him. But she was in a mood when it is almost physically disagreeable to interrupt the stride of one s thought, and she walked up and down two or three times under the trees before approaching his staircase. She liked getting hold of some book which neither her father or mother ... | then went to a drawer, which she had to unlock, and took from it certain deeply scored manuscript pages. She read them through, looking up from her reading every now and then and thinking very intently for a few seconds about Ralph. She did her best to verify all the qualities in him which gave rise to emotions in her;... | to live with half a dozen people in a backwater all your life. But you won t," he concluded. "I ve rather come to that way of thinking myself about myself, I mean," said Mary, surprising him by her acquiescence. "I should like to go somewhere far away." For a moment they were both silent. Ralph then said: "But look her... | grammatical English prose or about Ralph Denham, and it may therefore be disputed whether she was in love, or, if so, to which branch of the family her passion belonged. CHAPTER XI "It s life that matters, nothing but life the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process," said Katharine, as she passed... | Night And Day |
"I m afraid I m late." | Katharine Hilbery | door. "Well, William," she said,<|quote|>"I m afraid I m late."</|quote|>It was true, but he | with authority upon Rodney s door. "Well, William," she said,<|quote|>"I m afraid I m late."</|quote|>It was true, but he was so glad to see | along in the swirl of many things; decided, in her sudden way, that it was time to heave all this thinking overboard, and rose, leaving a fishmonger s basket on the seat behind her. Two minutes later her rap sounded with authority upon Rodney s door. "Well, William," she said,<|quote|>"I m afraid I m late."</|quote|>It... | she had twisted the words of Dostoevsky to suit her mood a fatalistic mood to proclaim that the process of discovery was life, and that, presumably, the nature of one s goal mattered not at all. She sat down for a moment upon one of the seats; felt herself carried along in the swirl of many things; decided, in her sudd... | knew. He had asked her to tea with him. But she was in a mood when it is almost physically disagreeable to interrupt the stride of one s thought, and she walked up and down two or three times under the trees before approaching his staircase. She liked getting hold of some book which neither her father or mother had rea... | to a drawer, which she had to unlock, and took from it certain deeply scored manuscript pages. She read them through, looking up from her reading every now and then and thinking very intently for a few seconds about Ralph. She did her best to verify all the qualities in him which gave rise to emotions in her; and persu... | with half a dozen people in a backwater all your life. But you won t," he concluded. "I ve rather come to that way of thinking myself about myself, I mean," said Mary, surprising him by her acquiescence. "I should like to go somewhere far away." For a moment they were both silent. Ralph then said: "But look here, Mary,... | at Rodney s windows, which were a semilucent red color, in her honor, as she knew. He had asked her to tea with him. But she was in a mood when it is almost physically disagreeable to interrupt the stride of one s thought, and she walked up and down two or three times under the trees before approaching his staircase. S... | Night And Day |
It was true, but he was so glad to see her that he forgot his annoyance. He had been occupied for over an hour in making things ready for her, and he now had his reward in seeing her look right and left, as she slipped her cloak from her shoulders, with evident satisfaction, although she said nothing. He had seen that ... | No speaker | m afraid I m late."<|quote|>It was true, but he was so glad to see her that he forgot his annoyance. He had been occupied for over an hour in making things ready for her, and he now had his reward in seeing her look right and left, as she slipped her cloak from her shoulders, with evident satisfaction, although she sai... | "Well, William," she said, "I m afraid I m late."<|quote|>It was true, but he was so glad to see her that he forgot his annoyance. He had been occupied for over an hour in making things ready for her, and he now had his reward in seeing her look right and left, as she slipped her cloak from her shoulders, with evident ... | things; decided, in her sudden way, that it was time to heave all this thinking overboard, and rose, leaving a fishmonger s basket on the seat behind her. Two minutes later her rap sounded with authority upon Rodney s door. "Well, William," she said, "I m afraid I m late."<|quote|>It was true, but he was so glad to see... | Dostoevsky to suit her mood a fatalistic mood to proclaim that the process of discovery was life, and that, presumably, the nature of one s goal mattered not at all. She sat down for a moment upon one of the seats; felt herself carried along in the swirl of many things; decided, in her sudden way, that it was time to h... | tea with him. But she was in a mood when it is almost physically disagreeable to interrupt the stride of one s thought, and she walked up and down two or three times under the trees before approaching his staircase. She liked getting hold of some book which neither her father or mother had read, and keeping it to herse... | to unlock, and took from it certain deeply scored manuscript pages. She read them through, looking up from her reading every now and then and thinking very intently for a few seconds about Ralph. She did her best to verify all the qualities in him which gave rise to emotions in her; and persuaded herself that she accou... | a backwater all your life. But you won t," he concluded. "I ve rather come to that way of thinking myself about myself, I mean," said Mary, surprising him by her acquiescence. "I should like to go somewhere far away." For a moment they were both silent. Ralph then said: "But look here, Mary, you haven t been taking thi... | nothing but life the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process," said Katharine, as she passed under the archway, and so into the wide space of King s Bench Walk, "not the discovery itself at all." She spoke the last words looking up at Rodney s windows, which were a semilucent red color, in her hon... | Night And Day |
"My oysters! I had a basket," | Katharine Hilbery | she exclaimed, impulsively, if incongruously:<|quote|>"My oysters! I had a basket,"</|quote|>she explained, "and I ve | Greek in her hands that she exclaimed, impulsively, if incongruously:<|quote|>"My oysters! I had a basket,"</|quote|>she explained, "and I ve left it somewhere. Uncle Dudley | the familiarity of the situation alone with Rodney, among teacups and candles, had more effect upon her than was apparent. She asked to look at his books, and then at his pictures. It was while she held photograph from the Greek in her hands that she exclaimed, impulsively, if incongruously:<|quote|>"My oysters! I had ... | was doing nothing remarkable, although, in fact, that was a point about which he was not at all sure. Certainly Katharine seemed quite unmoved by any disturbing thoughts; and if he had been completely master of himself, he might, indeed, have complained that she was a trifle absent-minded. The ease, the familiarity of ... | looking-glass in his room being the witness of these changes of mind. The question was, which would Katharine prefer on this particular afternoon in December? He read her note once more, and the postscript about the sonnet settled the matter. Evidently she admired most the poet in him; and as this, on the whole, agreed... | crimson dressing-gown, which was faded irregularly, and had bright new patches on it, like the paler grass which one finds on lifting a stone. He made the tea, and Katharine drew off her gloves, and crossed her legs with a gesture that was rather masculine in its ease. Nor did they talk much until they were smoking cig... | deal more than she thought about grammatical English prose or about Ralph Denham, and it may therefore be disputed whether she was in love, or, if so, to which branch of the family her passion belonged. CHAPTER XI "It s life that matters, nothing but life the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual proces... | ease was assumed. Three times that afternoon he had dressed himself in a tail-coat, and three times he had discarded it for an old dressing-gown; three times he had placed his pearl tie-pin in position, and three times he had removed it again, the little looking-glass in his room being the witness of these changes of m... | Night And Day |
she explained, | No speaker | oysters! I had a basket,"<|quote|>she explained,</|quote|>"and I ve left it | exclaimed, impulsively, if incongruously: "My oysters! I had a basket,"<|quote|>she explained,</|quote|>"and I ve left it somewhere. Uncle Dudley dines with | with Rodney, among teacups and candles, had more effect upon her than was apparent. She asked to look at his books, and then at his pictures. It was while she held photograph from the Greek in her hands that she exclaimed, impulsively, if incongruously: "My oysters! I had a basket,"<|quote|>she explained,</|quote|>"and... | fact, that was a point about which he was not at all sure. Certainly Katharine seemed quite unmoved by any disturbing thoughts; and if he had been completely master of himself, he might, indeed, have complained that she was a trifle absent-minded. The ease, the familiarity of the situation alone with Rodney, among teac... | witness of these changes of mind. The question was, which would Katharine prefer on this particular afternoon in December? He read her note once more, and the postscript about the sonnet settled the matter. Evidently she admired most the poet in him; and as this, on the whole, agreed with his own opinion, he decided to... | and had bright new patches on it, like the paler grass which one finds on lifting a stone. He made the tea, and Katharine drew off her gloves, and crossed her legs with a gesture that was rather masculine in its ease. Nor did they talk much until they were smoking cigarettes over the fire, having placed their teacups u... | grammatical English prose or about Ralph Denham, and it may therefore be disputed whether she was in love, or, if so, to which branch of the family her passion belonged. CHAPTER XI "It s life that matters, nothing but life the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process," said Katharine, as she passed... | it for an old dressing-gown; three times he had placed his pearl tie-pin in position, and three times he had removed it again, the little looking-glass in his room being the witness of these changes of mind. The question was, which would Katharine prefer on this particular afternoon in December? He read her note once m... | Night And Day |
"and I ve left it somewhere. Uncle Dudley dines with us to-night. What in the world have I done with them?" | Katharine Hilbery | had a basket," she explained,<|quote|>"and I ve left it somewhere. Uncle Dudley dines with us to-night. What in the world have I done with them?"</|quote|>She rose and began to | if incongruously: "My oysters! I had a basket," she explained,<|quote|>"and I ve left it somewhere. Uncle Dudley dines with us to-night. What in the world have I done with them?"</|quote|>She rose and began to wander about the room. William | among teacups and candles, had more effect upon her than was apparent. She asked to look at his books, and then at his pictures. It was while she held photograph from the Greek in her hands that she exclaimed, impulsively, if incongruously: "My oysters! I had a basket," she explained,<|quote|>"and I ve left it somewher... | was a point about which he was not at all sure. Certainly Katharine seemed quite unmoved by any disturbing thoughts; and if he had been completely master of himself, he might, indeed, have complained that she was a trifle absent-minded. The ease, the familiarity of the situation alone with Rodney, among teacups and can... | these changes of mind. The question was, which would Katharine prefer on this particular afternoon in December? He read her note once more, and the postscript about the sonnet settled the matter. Evidently she admired most the poet in him; and as this, on the whole, agreed with his own opinion, he decided to err, if an... | bright new patches on it, like the paler grass which one finds on lifting a stone. He made the tea, and Katharine drew off her gloves, and crossed her legs with a gesture that was rather masculine in its ease. Nor did they talk much until they were smoking cigarettes over the fire, having placed their teacups upon the ... | prose or about Ralph Denham, and it may therefore be disputed whether she was in love, or, if so, to which branch of the family her passion belonged. CHAPTER XI "It s life that matters, nothing but life the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process," said Katharine, as she passed under the archway, ... | table, tin covers shone in the fender, and the shabby comfort of the room was extreme. He was dressed in his old crimson dressing-gown, which was faded irregularly, and had bright new patches on it, like the paler grass which one finds on lifting a stone. He made the tea, and Katharine drew off her gloves, and crossed ... | Night And Day |
She rose and began to wander about the room. William rose also, and stood in front of the fire, muttering, | No speaker | have I done with them?"<|quote|>She rose and began to wander about the room. William rose also, and stood in front of the fire, muttering,</|quote|>"Oysters, oysters your basket of | to-night. What in the world have I done with them?"<|quote|>She rose and began to wander about the room. William rose also, and stood in front of the fire, muttering,</|quote|>"Oysters, oysters your basket of oysters!" but though he looked | at his pictures. It was while she held photograph from the Greek in her hands that she exclaimed, impulsively, if incongruously: "My oysters! I had a basket," she explained, "and I ve left it somewhere. Uncle Dudley dines with us to-night. What in the world have I done with them?"<|quote|>She rose and began to wander a... | if he had been completely master of himself, he might, indeed, have complained that she was a trifle absent-minded. The ease, the familiarity of the situation alone with Rodney, among teacups and candles, had more effect upon her than was apparent. She asked to look at his books, and then at his pictures. It was while ... | once more, and the postscript about the sonnet settled the matter. Evidently she admired most the poet in him; and as this, on the whole, agreed with his own opinion, he decided to err, if anything, on the side of shabbiness. His demeanor was also regulated with premeditation; he spoke little, and only on impersonal ma... | Katharine drew off her gloves, and crossed her legs with a gesture that was rather masculine in its ease. Nor did they talk much until they were smoking cigarettes over the fire, having placed their teacups upon the floor between them. They had not met since they had exchanged letters about their relationship. Katharin... | branch of the family her passion belonged. CHAPTER XI "It s life that matters, nothing but life the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process," said Katharine, as she passed under the archway, and so into the wide space of King s Bench Walk, "not the discovery itself at all." She spoke the last word... | it, for she merely had to say that she was not in love with him, and so could not marry him, but their friendship would continue, she hoped, unchanged. She had added a postscript in which she stated, "I like your sonnet very much." So far as William was concerned, this appearance of ease was assumed. Three times that a... | Night And Day |
"Oysters, oysters your basket of oysters!" | William Rodney | front of the fire, muttering,<|quote|>"Oysters, oysters your basket of oysters!"</|quote|>but though he looked vaguely | rose also, and stood in front of the fire, muttering,<|quote|>"Oysters, oysters your basket of oysters!"</|quote|>but though he looked vaguely here and there, as if | incongruously: "My oysters! I had a basket," she explained, "and I ve left it somewhere. Uncle Dudley dines with us to-night. What in the world have I done with them?" She rose and began to wander about the room. William rose also, and stood in front of the fire, muttering,<|quote|>"Oysters, oysters your basket of oyst... | ease, the familiarity of the situation alone with Rodney, among teacups and candles, had more effect upon her than was apparent. She asked to look at his books, and then at his pictures. It was while she held photograph from the Greek in her hands that she exclaimed, impulsively, if incongruously: "My oysters! I had a ... | as this, on the whole, agreed with his own opinion, he decided to err, if anything, on the side of shabbiness. His demeanor was also regulated with premeditation; he spoke little, and only on impersonal matters; he wished her to realize that in visiting him for the first time alone she was doing nothing remarkable, alt... | did they talk much until they were smoking cigarettes over the fire, having placed their teacups upon the floor between them. They had not met since they had exchanged letters about their relationship. Katharine s answer to his protestation had been short and sensible. Half a sheet of notepaper contained the whole of i... | discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process," said Katharine, as she passed under the archway, and so into the wide space of King s Bench Walk, "not the discovery itself at all." She spoke the last words looking up at Rodney s windows, which were a semilucent red color, in her honor, as she knew. He had asked he... | for her, and he now had his reward in seeing her look right and left, as she slipped her cloak from her shoulders, with evident satisfaction, although she said nothing. He had seen that the fire burnt well; jam-pots were on the table, tin covers shone in the fender, and the shabby comfort of the room was extreme. He wa... | Night And Day |
but though he looked vaguely here and there, as if the oysters might be on the top of the bookshelf, his eyes returned always to Katharine. She drew the curtain and looked out among the scanty leaves of the plane-trees. | No speaker | oysters your basket of oysters!"<|quote|>but though he looked vaguely here and there, as if the oysters might be on the top of the bookshelf, his eyes returned always to Katharine. She drew the curtain and looked out among the scanty leaves of the plane-trees.</|quote|>"I had them," she calculated, | of the fire, muttering, "Oysters, oysters your basket of oysters!"<|quote|>but though he looked vaguely here and there, as if the oysters might be on the top of the bookshelf, his eyes returned always to Katharine. She drew the curtain and looked out among the scanty leaves of the plane-trees.</|quote|>"I had them," sh... | basket," she explained, "and I ve left it somewhere. Uncle Dudley dines with us to-night. What in the world have I done with them?" She rose and began to wander about the room. William rose also, and stood in front of the fire, muttering, "Oysters, oysters your basket of oysters!"<|quote|>but though he looked vaguely h... | alone with Rodney, among teacups and candles, had more effect upon her than was apparent. She asked to look at his books, and then at his pictures. It was while she held photograph from the Greek in her hands that she exclaimed, impulsively, if incongruously: "My oysters! I had a basket," she explained, "and I ve left ... | with his own opinion, he decided to err, if anything, on the side of shabbiness. His demeanor was also regulated with premeditation; he spoke little, and only on impersonal matters; he wished her to realize that in visiting him for the first time alone she was doing nothing remarkable, although, in fact, that was a poi... | were smoking cigarettes over the fire, having placed their teacups upon the floor between them. They had not met since they had exchanged letters about their relationship. Katharine s answer to his protestation had been short and sensible. Half a sheet of notepaper contained the whole of it, for she merely had to say t... | said Katharine, as she passed under the archway, and so into the wide space of King s Bench Walk, "not the discovery itself at all." She spoke the last words looking up at Rodney s windows, which were a semilucent red color, in her honor, as she knew. He had asked her to tea with him. But she was in a mood when it is a... | annoyance. He had been occupied for over an hour in making things ready for her, and he now had his reward in seeing her look right and left, as she slipped her cloak from her shoulders, with evident satisfaction, although she said nothing. He had seen that the fire burnt well; jam-pots were on the table, tin covers sh... | Night And Day |
"I had them," | Katharine Hilbery | scanty leaves of the plane-trees.<|quote|>"I had them,"</|quote|>she calculated, "in the Strand; | and looked out among the scanty leaves of the plane-trees.<|quote|>"I had them,"</|quote|>she calculated, "in the Strand; I sat on a seat. | of the fire, muttering, "Oysters, oysters your basket of oysters!" but though he looked vaguely here and there, as if the oysters might be on the top of the bookshelf, his eyes returned always to Katharine. She drew the curtain and looked out among the scanty leaves of the plane-trees.<|quote|>"I had them,"</|quote|>sh... | she exclaimed, impulsively, if incongruously: "My oysters! I had a basket," she explained, "and I ve left it somewhere. Uncle Dudley dines with us to-night. What in the world have I done with them?" She rose and began to wander about the room. William rose also, and stood in front of the fire, muttering, "Oysters, oyst... | the first time alone she was doing nothing remarkable, although, in fact, that was a point about which he was not at all sure. Certainly Katharine seemed quite unmoved by any disturbing thoughts; and if he had been completely master of himself, he might, indeed, have complained that she was a trifle absent-minded. The ... | sheet of notepaper contained the whole of it, for she merely had to say that she was not in love with him, and so could not marry him, but their friendship would continue, she hoped, unchanged. She had added a postscript in which she stated, "I like your sonnet very much." So far as William was concerned, this appearan... | red color, in her honor, as she knew. He had asked her to tea with him. But she was in a mood when it is almost physically disagreeable to interrupt the stride of one s thought, and she walked up and down two or three times under the trees before approaching his staircase. She liked getting hold of some book which neit... | shoulders, with evident satisfaction, although she said nothing. He had seen that the fire burnt well; jam-pots were on the table, tin covers shone in the fender, and the shabby comfort of the room was extreme. He was dressed in his old crimson dressing-gown, which was faded irregularly, and had bright new patches on i... | Night And Day |
she calculated, | No speaker | the plane-trees. "I had them,"<|quote|>she calculated,</|quote|>"in the Strand; I sat | among the scanty leaves of the plane-trees. "I had them,"<|quote|>she calculated,</|quote|>"in the Strand; I sat on a seat. Well, never | muttering, "Oysters, oysters your basket of oysters!" but though he looked vaguely here and there, as if the oysters might be on the top of the bookshelf, his eyes returned always to Katharine. She drew the curtain and looked out among the scanty leaves of the plane-trees. "I had them,"<|quote|>she calculated,</|quote|... | if incongruously: "My oysters! I had a basket," she explained, "and I ve left it somewhere. Uncle Dudley dines with us to-night. What in the world have I done with them?" She rose and began to wander about the room. William rose also, and stood in front of the fire, muttering, "Oysters, oysters your basket of oysters!"... | alone she was doing nothing remarkable, although, in fact, that was a point about which he was not at all sure. Certainly Katharine seemed quite unmoved by any disturbing thoughts; and if he had been completely master of himself, he might, indeed, have complained that she was a trifle absent-minded. The ease, the famil... | contained the whole of it, for she merely had to say that she was not in love with him, and so could not marry him, but their friendship would continue, she hoped, unchanged. She had added a postscript in which she stated, "I like your sonnet very much." So far as William was concerned, this appearance of ease was assu... | her honor, as she knew. He had asked her to tea with him. But she was in a mood when it is almost physically disagreeable to interrupt the stride of one s thought, and she walked up and down two or three times under the trees before approaching his staircase. She liked getting hold of some book which neither her father... | tea, and Katharine drew off her gloves, and crossed her legs with a gesture that was rather masculine in its ease. Nor did they talk much until they were smoking cigarettes over the fire, having placed their teacups upon the floor between them. They had not met since they had exchanged letters about their relationship.... | Night And Day |
"in the Strand; I sat on a seat. Well, never mind," | Katharine Hilbery | "I had them," she calculated,<|quote|>"in the Strand; I sat on a seat. Well, never mind,"</|quote|>she concluded, turning back into | scanty leaves of the plane-trees. "I had them," she calculated,<|quote|>"in the Strand; I sat on a seat. Well, never mind,"</|quote|>she concluded, turning back into the room abruptly, "I dare | oysters your basket of oysters!" but though he looked vaguely here and there, as if the oysters might be on the top of the bookshelf, his eyes returned always to Katharine. She drew the curtain and looked out among the scanty leaves of the plane-trees. "I had them," she calculated,<|quote|>"in the Strand; I sat on a se... | "My oysters! I had a basket," she explained, "and I ve left it somewhere. Uncle Dudley dines with us to-night. What in the world have I done with them?" She rose and began to wander about the room. William rose also, and stood in front of the fire, muttering, "Oysters, oysters your basket of oysters!" but though he loo... | was doing nothing remarkable, although, in fact, that was a point about which he was not at all sure. Certainly Katharine seemed quite unmoved by any disturbing thoughts; and if he had been completely master of himself, he might, indeed, have complained that she was a trifle absent-minded. The ease, the familiarity of ... | whole of it, for she merely had to say that she was not in love with him, and so could not marry him, but their friendship would continue, she hoped, unchanged. She had added a postscript in which she stated, "I like your sonnet very much." So far as William was concerned, this appearance of ease was assumed. Three tim... | as she knew. He had asked her to tea with him. But she was in a mood when it is almost physically disagreeable to interrupt the stride of one s thought, and she walked up and down two or three times under the trees before approaching his staircase. She liked getting hold of some book which neither her father or mother ... | she was not in love with him, and so could not marry him, but their friendship would continue, she hoped, unchanged. She had added a postscript in which she stated, "I like your sonnet very much." So far as William was concerned, this appearance of ease was assumed. Three times that afternoon he had dressed himself in ... | Night And Day |
she concluded, turning back into the room abruptly, | No speaker | a seat. Well, never mind,"<|quote|>she concluded, turning back into the room abruptly,</|quote|>"I dare say some old | the Strand; I sat on a seat. Well, never mind,"<|quote|>she concluded, turning back into the room abruptly,</|quote|>"I dare say some old creature is enjoying them by | and there, as if the oysters might be on the top of the bookshelf, his eyes returned always to Katharine. She drew the curtain and looked out among the scanty leaves of the plane-trees. "I had them," she calculated, "in the Strand; I sat on a seat. Well, never mind,"<|quote|>she concluded, turning back into the room ab... | left it somewhere. Uncle Dudley dines with us to-night. What in the world have I done with them?" She rose and began to wander about the room. William rose also, and stood in front of the fire, muttering, "Oysters, oysters your basket of oysters!" but though he looked vaguely here and there, as if the oysters might be ... | about which he was not at all sure. Certainly Katharine seemed quite unmoved by any disturbing thoughts; and if he had been completely master of himself, he might, indeed, have complained that she was a trifle absent-minded. The ease, the familiarity of the situation alone with Rodney, among teacups and candles, had mo... | was not in love with him, and so could not marry him, but their friendship would continue, she hoped, unchanged. She had added a postscript in which she stated, "I like your sonnet very much." So far as William was concerned, this appearance of ease was assumed. Three times that afternoon he had dressed himself in a ta... | But she was in a mood when it is almost physically disagreeable to interrupt the stride of one s thought, and she walked up and down two or three times under the trees before approaching his staircase. She liked getting hold of some book which neither her father or mother had read, and keeping it to herself, and gnawin... | for she merely had to say that she was not in love with him, and so could not marry him, but their friendship would continue, she hoped, unchanged. She had added a postscript in which she stated, "I like your sonnet very much." So far as William was concerned, this appearance of ease was assumed. Three times that after... | Night And Day |
"I dare say some old creature is enjoying them by this time." | Katharine Hilbery | back into the room abruptly,<|quote|>"I dare say some old creature is enjoying them by this time."</|quote|>"I should have thought that | never mind," she concluded, turning back into the room abruptly,<|quote|>"I dare say some old creature is enjoying them by this time."</|quote|>"I should have thought that you never forgot anything," William | on the top of the bookshelf, his eyes returned always to Katharine. She drew the curtain and looked out among the scanty leaves of the plane-trees. "I had them," she calculated, "in the Strand; I sat on a seat. Well, never mind," she concluded, turning back into the room abruptly,<|quote|>"I dare say some old creature ... | to-night. What in the world have I done with them?" She rose and began to wander about the room. William rose also, and stood in front of the fire, muttering, "Oysters, oysters your basket of oysters!" but though he looked vaguely here and there, as if the oysters might be on the top of the bookshelf, his eyes returned... | Certainly Katharine seemed quite unmoved by any disturbing thoughts; and if he had been completely master of himself, he might, indeed, have complained that she was a trifle absent-minded. The ease, the familiarity of the situation alone with Rodney, among teacups and candles, had more effect upon her than was apparent... | could not marry him, but their friendship would continue, she hoped, unchanged. She had added a postscript in which she stated, "I like your sonnet very much." So far as William was concerned, this appearance of ease was assumed. Three times that afternoon he had dressed himself in a tail-coat, and three times he had d... | is almost physically disagreeable to interrupt the stride of one s thought, and she walked up and down two or three times under the trees before approaching his staircase. She liked getting hold of some book which neither her father or mother had read, and keeping it to herself, and gnawing its contents in privacy, and... | ease. Nor did they talk much until they were smoking cigarettes over the fire, having placed their teacups upon the floor between them. They had not met since they had exchanged letters about their relationship. Katharine s answer to his protestation had been short and sensible. Half a sheet of notepaper contained the ... | Night And Day |
"I should have thought that you never forgot anything," | William Rodney | enjoying them by this time."<|quote|>"I should have thought that you never forgot anything,"</|quote|>William remarked, as they settled | say some old creature is enjoying them by this time."<|quote|>"I should have thought that you never forgot anything,"</|quote|>William remarked, as they settled down again. "That s part | She drew the curtain and looked out among the scanty leaves of the plane-trees. "I had them," she calculated, "in the Strand; I sat on a seat. Well, never mind," she concluded, turning back into the room abruptly, "I dare say some old creature is enjoying them by this time."<|quote|>"I should have thought that you neve... | and began to wander about the room. William rose also, and stood in front of the fire, muttering, "Oysters, oysters your basket of oysters!" but though he looked vaguely here and there, as if the oysters might be on the top of the bookshelf, his eyes returned always to Katharine. She drew the curtain and looked out amo... | had been completely master of himself, he might, indeed, have complained that she was a trifle absent-minded. The ease, the familiarity of the situation alone with Rodney, among teacups and candles, had more effect upon her than was apparent. She asked to look at his books, and then at his pictures. It was while she he... | She had added a postscript in which she stated, "I like your sonnet very much." So far as William was concerned, this appearance of ease was assumed. Three times that afternoon he had dressed himself in a tail-coat, and three times he had discarded it for an old dressing-gown; three times he had placed his pearl tie-pi... | and she walked up and down two or three times under the trees before approaching his staircase. She liked getting hold of some book which neither her father or mother had read, and keeping it to herself, and gnawing its contents in privacy, and pondering the meaning without sharing her thoughts with any one, or having ... | and he now had his reward in seeing her look right and left, as she slipped her cloak from her shoulders, with evident satisfaction, although she said nothing. He had seen that the fire burnt well; jam-pots were on the table, tin covers shone in the fender, and the shabby comfort of the room was extreme. He was dressed... | Night And Day |
William remarked, as they settled down again. | No speaker | that you never forgot anything,"<|quote|>William remarked, as they settled down again.</|quote|>"That s part of the | time." "I should have thought that you never forgot anything,"<|quote|>William remarked, as they settled down again.</|quote|>"That s part of the myth about me, I know," | scanty leaves of the plane-trees. "I had them," she calculated, "in the Strand; I sat on a seat. Well, never mind," she concluded, turning back into the room abruptly, "I dare say some old creature is enjoying them by this time." "I should have thought that you never forgot anything,"<|quote|>William remarked, as they ... | also, and stood in front of the fire, muttering, "Oysters, oysters your basket of oysters!" but though he looked vaguely here and there, as if the oysters might be on the top of the bookshelf, his eyes returned always to Katharine. She drew the curtain and looked out among the scanty leaves of the plane-trees. "I had t... | have complained that she was a trifle absent-minded. The ease, the familiarity of the situation alone with Rodney, among teacups and candles, had more effect upon her than was apparent. She asked to look at his books, and then at his pictures. It was while she held photograph from the Greek in her hands that she exclai... | "I like your sonnet very much." So far as William was concerned, this appearance of ease was assumed. Three times that afternoon he had dressed himself in a tail-coat, and three times he had discarded it for an old dressing-gown; three times he had placed his pearl tie-pin in position, and three times he had removed it... | times under the trees before approaching his staircase. She liked getting hold of some book which neither her father or mother had read, and keeping it to herself, and gnawing its contents in privacy, and pondering the meaning without sharing her thoughts with any one, or having to decide whether the book was a good on... | which one finds on lifting a stone. He made the tea, and Katharine drew off her gloves, and crossed her legs with a gesture that was rather masculine in its ease. Nor did they talk much until they were smoking cigarettes over the fire, having placed their teacups upon the floor between them. They had not met since they... | Night And Day |
"That s part of the myth about me, I know," | Katharine Hilbery | as they settled down again.<|quote|>"That s part of the myth about me, I know,"</|quote|>Katharine replied. "And I wonder," | never forgot anything," William remarked, as they settled down again.<|quote|>"That s part of the myth about me, I know,"</|quote|>Katharine replied. "And I wonder," William proceeded, with some caution, | them," she calculated, "in the Strand; I sat on a seat. Well, never mind," she concluded, turning back into the room abruptly, "I dare say some old creature is enjoying them by this time." "I should have thought that you never forgot anything," William remarked, as they settled down again.<|quote|>"That s part of the m... | fire, muttering, "Oysters, oysters your basket of oysters!" but though he looked vaguely here and there, as if the oysters might be on the top of the bookshelf, his eyes returned always to Katharine. She drew the curtain and looked out among the scanty leaves of the plane-trees. "I had them," she calculated, "in the St... | absent-minded. The ease, the familiarity of the situation alone with Rodney, among teacups and candles, had more effect upon her than was apparent. She asked to look at his books, and then at his pictures. It was while she held photograph from the Greek in her hands that she exclaimed, impulsively, if incongruously: "M... | far as William was concerned, this appearance of ease was assumed. Three times that afternoon he had dressed himself in a tail-coat, and three times he had discarded it for an old dressing-gown; three times he had placed his pearl tie-pin in position, and three times he had removed it again, the little looking-glass in... | staircase. She liked getting hold of some book which neither her father or mother had read, and keeping it to herself, and gnawing its contents in privacy, and pondering the meaning without sharing her thoughts with any one, or having to decide whether the book was a good one or a bad one. This evening she had twisted ... | between them. They had not met since they had exchanged letters about their relationship. Katharine s answer to his protestation had been short and sensible. Half a sheet of notepaper contained the whole of it, for she merely had to say that she was not in love with him, and so could not marry him, but their friendship... | Night And Day |
Katharine replied. | No speaker | myth about me, I know,"<|quote|>Katharine replied.</|quote|>"And I wonder," William proceeded, | "That s part of the myth about me, I know,"<|quote|>Katharine replied.</|quote|>"And I wonder," William proceeded, with some caution, "what the | seat. Well, never mind," she concluded, turning back into the room abruptly, "I dare say some old creature is enjoying them by this time." "I should have thought that you never forgot anything," William remarked, as they settled down again. "That s part of the myth about me, I know,"<|quote|>Katharine replied.</|quote|... | he looked vaguely here and there, as if the oysters might be on the top of the bookshelf, his eyes returned always to Katharine. She drew the curtain and looked out among the scanty leaves of the plane-trees. "I had them," she calculated, "in the Strand; I sat on a seat. Well, never mind," she concluded, turning back i... | Rodney, among teacups and candles, had more effect upon her than was apparent. She asked to look at his books, and then at his pictures. It was while she held photograph from the Greek in her hands that she exclaimed, impulsively, if incongruously: "My oysters! I had a basket," she explained, "and I ve left it somewher... | assumed. Three times that afternoon he had dressed himself in a tail-coat, and three times he had discarded it for an old dressing-gown; three times he had placed his pearl tie-pin in position, and three times he had removed it again, the little looking-glass in his room being the witness of these changes of mind. The ... | her father or mother had read, and keeping it to herself, and gnawing its contents in privacy, and pondering the meaning without sharing her thoughts with any one, or having to decide whether the book was a good one or a bad one. This evening she had twisted the words of Dostoevsky to suit her mood a fatalistic mood to... | had placed his pearl tie-pin in position, and three times he had removed it again, the little looking-glass in his room being the witness of these changes of mind. The question was, which would Katharine prefer on this particular afternoon in December? He read her note once more, and the postscript about the sonnet set... | Night And Day |
"And I wonder," | William Rodney | me, I know," Katharine replied.<|quote|>"And I wonder,"</|quote|>William proceeded, with some caution, | part of the myth about me, I know," Katharine replied.<|quote|>"And I wonder,"</|quote|>William proceeded, with some caution, "what the truth about you | never mind," she concluded, turning back into the room abruptly, "I dare say some old creature is enjoying them by this time." "I should have thought that you never forgot anything," William remarked, as they settled down again. "That s part of the myth about me, I know," Katharine replied.<|quote|>"And I wonder,"</|qu... | vaguely here and there, as if the oysters might be on the top of the bookshelf, his eyes returned always to Katharine. She drew the curtain and looked out among the scanty leaves of the plane-trees. "I had them," she calculated, "in the Strand; I sat on a seat. Well, never mind," she concluded, turning back into the ro... | teacups and candles, had more effect upon her than was apparent. She asked to look at his books, and then at his pictures. It was while she held photograph from the Greek in her hands that she exclaimed, impulsively, if incongruously: "My oysters! I had a basket," she explained, "and I ve left it somewhere. Uncle Dudle... | times that afternoon he had dressed himself in a tail-coat, and three times he had discarded it for an old dressing-gown; three times he had placed his pearl tie-pin in position, and three times he had removed it again, the little looking-glass in his room being the witness of these changes of mind. The question was, w... | or mother had read, and keeping it to herself, and gnawing its contents in privacy, and pondering the meaning without sharing her thoughts with any one, or having to decide whether the book was a good one or a bad one. This evening she had twisted the words of Dostoevsky to suit her mood a fatalistic mood to proclaim t... | point about which he was not at all sure. Certainly Katharine seemed quite unmoved by any disturbing thoughts; and if he had been completely master of himself, he might, indeed, have complained that she was a trifle absent-minded. The ease, the familiarity of the situation alone with Rodney, among teacups and candles, ... | Night And Day |
William proceeded, with some caution, | No speaker | Katharine replied. "And I wonder,"<|quote|>William proceeded, with some caution,</|quote|>"what the truth about you | myth about me, I know," Katharine replied. "And I wonder,"<|quote|>William proceeded, with some caution,</|quote|>"what the truth about you is? But I know this | concluded, turning back into the room abruptly, "I dare say some old creature is enjoying them by this time." "I should have thought that you never forgot anything," William remarked, as they settled down again. "That s part of the myth about me, I know," Katharine replied. "And I wonder,"<|quote|>William proceeded, wi... | there, as if the oysters might be on the top of the bookshelf, his eyes returned always to Katharine. She drew the curtain and looked out among the scanty leaves of the plane-trees. "I had them," she calculated, "in the Strand; I sat on a seat. Well, never mind," she concluded, turning back into the room abruptly, "I d... | had more effect upon her than was apparent. She asked to look at his books, and then at his pictures. It was while she held photograph from the Greek in her hands that she exclaimed, impulsively, if incongruously: "My oysters! I had a basket," she explained, "and I ve left it somewhere. Uncle Dudley dines with us to-ni... | he had dressed himself in a tail-coat, and three times he had discarded it for an old dressing-gown; three times he had placed his pearl tie-pin in position, and three times he had removed it again, the little looking-glass in his room being the witness of these changes of mind. The question was, which would Katharine ... | read, and keeping it to herself, and gnawing its contents in privacy, and pondering the meaning without sharing her thoughts with any one, or having to decide whether the book was a good one or a bad one. This evening she had twisted the words of Dostoevsky to suit her mood a fatalistic mood to proclaim that the proces... | appearance of ease was assumed. Three times that afternoon he had dressed himself in a tail-coat, and three times he had discarded it for an old dressing-gown; three times he had placed his pearl tie-pin in position, and three times he had removed it again, the little looking-glass in his room being the witness of thes... | Night And Day |
"what the truth about you is? But I know this sort of thing doesn t interest you," | William Rodney | William proceeded, with some caution,<|quote|>"what the truth about you is? But I know this sort of thing doesn t interest you,"</|quote|>he added hastily, with a | Katharine replied. "And I wonder," William proceeded, with some caution,<|quote|>"what the truth about you is? But I know this sort of thing doesn t interest you,"</|quote|>he added hastily, with a touch of peevishness. "No; it | room abruptly, "I dare say some old creature is enjoying them by this time." "I should have thought that you never forgot anything," William remarked, as they settled down again. "That s part of the myth about me, I know," Katharine replied. "And I wonder," William proceeded, with some caution,<|quote|>"what the truth ... | might be on the top of the bookshelf, his eyes returned always to Katharine. She drew the curtain and looked out among the scanty leaves of the plane-trees. "I had them," she calculated, "in the Strand; I sat on a seat. Well, never mind," she concluded, turning back into the room abruptly, "I dare say some old creature... | than was apparent. She asked to look at his books, and then at his pictures. It was while she held photograph from the Greek in her hands that she exclaimed, impulsively, if incongruously: "My oysters! I had a basket," she explained, "and I ve left it somewhere. Uncle Dudley dines with us to-night. What in the world ha... | a tail-coat, and three times he had discarded it for an old dressing-gown; three times he had placed his pearl tie-pin in position, and three times he had removed it again, the little looking-glass in his room being the witness of these changes of mind. The question was, which would Katharine prefer on this particular ... | herself, and gnawing its contents in privacy, and pondering the meaning without sharing her thoughts with any one, or having to decide whether the book was a good one or a bad one. This evening she had twisted the words of Dostoevsky to suit her mood a fatalistic mood to proclaim that the process of discovery was life,... | not at all sure. Certainly Katharine seemed quite unmoved by any disturbing thoughts; and if he had been completely master of himself, he might, indeed, have complained that she was a trifle absent-minded. The ease, the familiarity of the situation alone with Rodney, among teacups and candles, had more effect upon her ... | Night And Day |
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