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he added hastily, with a touch of peevishness. | No speaker | thing doesn t interest you,"<|quote|>he added hastily, with a touch of peevishness.</|quote|>"No; it doesn t interest | I know this sort of thing doesn t interest you,"<|quote|>he added hastily, with a touch of peevishness.</|quote|>"No; it doesn t interest me very much," she replied | 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, "what the truth about you is? But I know this sort of thing doesn t interest you,"<|quote|>he added hastily, with a ... | 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." "I should have thought that you never forgot anything," W... | 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?" She rose and began to wander about the room. William rose also... | 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 settled... | 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, and that, presumably, the nature of one s goal mattered not at all. She sat down for a moment upon one of the... | 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 her legs with a gesture that was rather masculine in i... | Night And Day |
"No; it doesn t interest me very much," | Katharine Hilbery | with a touch of peevishness.<|quote|>"No; it doesn t interest me very much,"</|quote|>she replied candidly. "What shall | interest you," he added hastily, with a touch of peevishness.<|quote|>"No; it doesn t interest me very much,"</|quote|>she replied candidly. "What shall we talk about then?" he | 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, "what the truth about you is? But I know this sort of thing doesn t interest you," he added hastily, with a touch of peevishness.<|quote|>"No; it doesn t interest me very much... | 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," William remarked, as they settled down again. "T... | 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?" She rose and began to wander about the room. William rose also, and stood in front of the fire, muttering,... | 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 settled the matter. Evidently she admired most the poet... | 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, 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 ... | 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?" She rose and began to wander about the room. William rose also, and stood in front of th... | Night And Day |
she replied candidly. | No speaker | t interest me very much,"<|quote|>she replied candidly.</|quote|>"What shall we talk about | of peevishness. "No; it doesn t interest me very much,"<|quote|>she replied candidly.</|quote|>"What shall we talk about then?" he asked. She looked | of the myth about me, I know," Katharine replied. "And I wonder," William proceeded, with some caution, "what the truth about you is? But I know this sort of thing doesn t interest you," he added hastily, with a touch of peevishness. "No; it doesn t interest me very much,"<|quote|>she replied candidly.</|quote|>"What s... | "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. "That s part of the myth about me, I know," Katharin... | "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... | 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... | 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... | 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. Katharine s answer to his protestation had been short and sensible. Half a sheet of notepaper contained ... | Night And Day |
"What shall we talk about then?" | William Rodney | very much," she replied candidly.<|quote|>"What shall we talk about then?"</|quote|>he asked. She looked rather | it doesn t interest me very much," she replied candidly.<|quote|>"What shall we talk about then?"</|quote|>he asked. She looked rather whimsically round the walls of | about me, I know," Katharine replied. "And I wonder," William proceeded, with some caution, "what the truth about you is? But I know this sort of thing doesn t interest you," he added hastily, with a touch of peevishness. "No; it doesn t interest me very much," she replied candidly.<|quote|>"What shall we talk about th... | 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. "That s part of the myth about me, I know," Katharine replied. "And ... | 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 looked vaguely her... | 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 with his own opinion... | 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 sudden w... | 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... | Night And Day |
he asked. She looked rather whimsically round the walls of the room. | No speaker | shall we talk about then?"<|quote|>he asked. She looked rather whimsically round the walls of the room.</|quote|>"However we start, we end | much," she replied candidly. "What shall we talk about then?"<|quote|>he asked. She looked rather whimsically round the walls of the room.</|quote|>"However we start, we end by talking about the same | "And I wonder," William proceeded, with some caution, "what the truth about you is? But I know this sort of thing doesn t interest you," he added hastily, with a touch of peevishness. "No; it doesn t interest me very much," she replied candidly. "What shall we talk about then?"<|quote|>he asked. She looked rather whims... | 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. "And I wonder," William proc... | 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 looked vaguely here and there, as if the oysters migh... | 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 anything... | 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 heave all th... | 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 these changes o... | Night And Day |
"However we start, we end by talking about the same thing about poetry, I mean. I wonder if you realize, William, that I ve never read even Shakespeare? It s rather wonderful how I ve kept it up all these years." | Katharine Hilbery | the walls of the room.<|quote|>"However we start, we end by talking about the same thing about poetry, I mean. I wonder if you realize, William, that I ve never read even Shakespeare? It s rather wonderful how I ve kept it up all these years."</|quote|>"You ve kept it up | She looked rather whimsically round the walls of the room.<|quote|>"However we start, we end by talking about the same thing about poetry, I mean. I wonder if you realize, William, that I ve never read even Shakespeare? It s rather wonderful how I ve kept it up all these years."</|quote|>"You ve kept it up for ten year... | you is? But I know this sort of thing doesn t interest you," he added hastily, with a touch of peevishness. "No; it doesn t interest me very much," she replied candidly. "What shall we talk about then?" he asked. She looked rather whimsically round the walls of the room.<|quote|>"However we start, we end by talking abo... | 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, "what the truth about you is? But I know this s... | 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 always to Kath... | 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 anything, on the side of shabbiness. His demeanor was also regulated with premed... | 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 heave all this thinking overboard, and rose, leaving a fishmonger s basket o... | 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 matters; he wished her to realize that... | Night And Day |
"You ve kept it up for ten years very beautifully, as far as I m concerned," | William Rodney | it up all these years."<|quote|>"You ve kept it up for ten years very beautifully, as far as I m concerned,"</|quote|>he said. "Ten years? So | wonderful how I ve kept it up all these years."<|quote|>"You ve kept it up for ten years very beautifully, as far as I m concerned,"</|quote|>he said. "Ten years? So long as that?" "And I | looked rather whimsically round the walls of the room. "However we start, we end by talking about the same thing about poetry, I mean. I wonder if you realize, William, that I ve never read even Shakespeare? It s rather wonderful how I ve kept it up all these years."<|quote|>"You ve kept it up for ten years very beauti... | William proceeded, with some caution, "what the truth about you is? But I know this sort of thing doesn t interest you," he added hastily, with a touch of peevishness. "No; it doesn t interest me very much," she replied candidly. "What shall we talk about then?" he asked. She looked rather whimsically round the walls o... | 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... | 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 point about which he was not at all sur... | 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." It was true, but he was so glad to see her that he forgot his annoyanc... | 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 point about which he was not at all sure. Certainly Katharine seemed qui... | Night And Day |
he said. | No speaker | far as I m concerned,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"Ten years? So long as | ten years very beautifully, as far as I m concerned,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"Ten years? So long as that?" "And I don t | about the same thing about poetry, I mean. I wonder if you realize, William, that I ve never read even Shakespeare? It s rather wonderful how I ve kept it up all these years." "You ve kept it up for ten years very beautifully, as far as I m concerned,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"Ten years? So long as that?" "And I don ... | of thing doesn t interest you," he added hastily, with a touch of peevishness. "No; it doesn t interest me very much," she replied candidly. "What shall we talk about then?" he asked. She looked rather whimsically round the walls of the room. "However we start, we end by talking about the same thing about poetry, I mea... | 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 is enjoying them by this time." "I should have thought ... | 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 point about which he was not at all sure. Certainly Katharine seemed quite unmoved by any disturbing thoughts; and if he had been completel... | 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." 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... | 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 anything, on the side of shabbiness. His de... | Night And Day |
"Ten years? So long as that?" | Katharine Hilbery | I m concerned," he said.<|quote|>"Ten years? So long as that?"</|quote|>"And I don t think | very beautifully, as far as I m concerned," he said.<|quote|>"Ten years? So long as that?"</|quote|>"And I don t think it s always bored you," | same thing about poetry, I mean. I wonder if you realize, William, that I ve never read even Shakespeare? It s rather wonderful how I ve kept it up all these years." "You ve kept it up for ten years very beautifully, as far as I m concerned," he said.<|quote|>"Ten years? So long as that?"</|quote|>"And I don t think it... | doesn t interest you," he added hastily, with a touch of peevishness. "No; it doesn t interest me very much," she replied candidly. "What shall we talk about then?" he asked. She looked rather whimsically round the walls of the room. "However we start, we end by talking about the same thing about poetry, I mean. I wond... | 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 is enjoying them by this time." "I should have thought that you n... | 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 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 hi... | 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." 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 i... | 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 have I done with them?" She rose and began to ... | Night And Day |
"And I don t think it s always bored you," | William Rodney | years? So long as that?"<|quote|>"And I don t think it s always bored you,"</|quote|>he added. She looked into | m concerned," he said. "Ten years? So long as that?"<|quote|>"And I don t think it s always bored you,"</|quote|>he added. She looked into the fire silently. She could | I wonder if you realize, William, that I ve never read even Shakespeare? It s rather wonderful how I ve kept it up all these years." "You ve kept it up for ten years very beautifully, as far as I m concerned," he said. "Ten years? So long as that?"<|quote|>"And I don t think it s always bored you,"</|quote|>he added. S... | hastily, with a touch of peevishness. "No; it doesn t interest me very much," she replied candidly. "What shall we talk about then?" he asked. She looked rather whimsically round the walls of the room. "However we start, we end by talking about the same thing about poetry, I mean. I wonder if you realize, William, that... | 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." "I should have thought that you never forgot anything," William remar... | wished her to realize that in visiting him for 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 compl... | Two minutes later her rap sounded with authority upon Rodney s door. "Well, William," she said, "I m afraid I m late." 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 lef... | 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 his room being the witness of... | Night And Day |
he added. She looked into the fire silently. She could not deny that the surface of her feeling was absolutely unruffled by anything in William s character; on the contrary, she felt certain that she could deal with whatever turned up. He gave her peace, in which she could think of things that were far removed from wha... | No speaker | it s always bored you,"<|quote|>he added. She looked into the fire silently. She could not deny that the surface of her feeling was absolutely unruffled by anything in William s character; on the contrary, she felt certain that she could deal with whatever turned up. He gave her peace, in which she could think of thing... | "And I don t think it s always bored you,"<|quote|>he added. She looked into the fire silently. She could not deny that the surface of her feeling was absolutely unruffled by anything in William s character; on the contrary, she felt certain that she could deal with whatever turned up. He gave her peace, in which she c... | read even Shakespeare? It s rather wonderful how I ve kept it up all these years." "You ve kept it up for ten years very beautifully, as far as I m concerned," he said. "Ten years? So long as that?" "And I don t think it s always bored you,"<|quote|>he added. She looked into the fire silently. She could not deny that t... | interest me very much," she replied candidly. "What shall we talk about then?" he asked. She looked rather whimsically round the walls of the room. "However we start, we end by talking about the same thing about poetry, I mean. I wonder if you realize, William, that I ve never read even Shakespeare? It s rather wonderf... | 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," William remarked, as they settled down again. "That s part of the myth ... | 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 ease... | s door. "Well, William," she said, "I m afraid I m late." 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 ... | 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, although, in fa... | Night And Day |
"You may say you don t read books," | William Rodney | he was a uniform scarlet.<|quote|>"You may say you don t read books,"</|quote|>he remarked, "but, all the | impulses and subdued them, that he was a uniform scarlet.<|quote|>"You may say you don t read books,"</|quote|>he remarked, "but, all the same, you know about them. | had more than ever the appearance of being covered with a thin crackling skin, through which every flush of his volatile blood showed itself instantly. By this time he had shaped so many sentences and rejected them, felt so many impulses and subdued them, that he was a uniform scarlet.<|quote|>"You may say you don t re... | two or three years hence, when she was married to William; but here she checked herself abruptly. She could not entirely forget William s presence, because, in spite of his efforts to control himself, his nervousness was apparent. On such occasions his eyes protruded more than ever, and his face had more than ever the ... | she could think of things that were far removed from what they talked about. Even now, when he sat within a yard of her, how easily her mind ranged hither and thither! Suddenly a picture presented itself before her, without any effort on her part as pictures will, of herself in these very rooms; she had come in from a ... | they settled down again. "That s part of the myth about me, I know," Katharine replied. "And I wonder," William proceeded, with some caution, "what the truth about you is? But I know this sort of thing doesn t interest you," he added hastily, with a touch of peevishness. "No; it doesn t interest me very much," she repl... | 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 again, the l... | deny that the surface of her feeling was absolutely unruffled by anything in William s character; on the contrary, she felt certain that she could deal with whatever turned up. He gave her peace, in which she could think of things that were far removed from what they talked about. Even now, when he sat within a yard of... | Night And Day |
he remarked, | No speaker | you don t read books,"<|quote|>he remarked,</|quote|>"but, all the same, you | uniform scarlet. "You may say you don t read books,"<|quote|>he remarked,</|quote|>"but, all the same, you know about them. Besides, who | covered with a thin crackling skin, through which every flush of his volatile blood showed itself instantly. By this time he had shaped so many sentences and rejected them, felt so many impulses and subdued them, that he was a uniform scarlet. "You may say you don t read books,"<|quote|>he remarked,</|quote|>"but, all ... | married to William; but here she checked herself abruptly. She could not entirely forget William s presence, because, in spite of his efforts to control himself, his nervousness was apparent. On such occasions his eyes protruded more than ever, and his face had more than ever the appearance of being covered with a thin... | removed from what they talked about. Even now, when he sat within a yard of her, how easily her mind ranged hither and thither! Suddenly a picture presented itself before her, without any effort on her part as pictures will, of herself in these very rooms; she had come in from a lecture, and she held a pile of books in... | the myth about me, I know," Katharine replied. "And I wonder," William proceeded, with some caution, "what the truth about you is? But I know this sort of thing doesn t interest you," he added hastily, with a touch of peevishness. "No; it doesn t interest me very much," she replied candidly. "What shall we talk about t... | 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 his room being 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 is enjoying the... | Night And Day |
"but, all the same, you know about them. Besides, who wants you to be learned? Leave that to the poor devils who ve got nothing better to do. You you ahem!" | William Rodney | t read books," he remarked,<|quote|>"but, all the same, you know about them. Besides, who wants you to be learned? Leave that to the poor devils who ve got nothing better to do. You you ahem!"</|quote|>"Well, then, why don t | "You may say you don t read books," he remarked,<|quote|>"but, all the same, you know about them. Besides, who wants you to be learned? Leave that to the poor devils who ve got nothing better to do. You you ahem!"</|quote|>"Well, then, why don t you read me something before | a thin crackling skin, through which every flush of his volatile blood showed itself instantly. By this time he had shaped so many sentences and rejected them, felt so many impulses and subdued them, that he was a uniform scarlet. "You may say you don t read books," he remarked,<|quote|>"but, all the same, you know abo... | William; but here she checked herself abruptly. She could not entirely forget William s presence, because, in spite of his efforts to control himself, his nervousness was apparent. On such occasions his eyes protruded more than ever, and his face had more than ever the appearance of being covered with a thin crackling ... | what they talked about. Even now, when he sat within a yard of her, how easily her mind ranged hither and thither! Suddenly a picture presented itself before her, without any effort on her part as pictures will, of herself in these very rooms; she had come in from a lecture, and she held a pile of books in her hand, sc... | about me, I know," Katharine replied. "And I wonder," William proceeded, with some caution, "what the truth about you is? But I know this sort of thing doesn t interest you," he added hastily, with a touch of peevishness. "No; it doesn t interest me very much," she replied candidly. "What shall we talk about then?" he ... | 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... | 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 have I done with them?" She rose and began... | Night And Day |
"Well, then, why don t you read me something before I go?" | Katharine Hilbery | to do. You you ahem!"<|quote|>"Well, then, why don t you read me something before I go?"</|quote|>said Katharine, looking at her | who ve got nothing better to do. You you ahem!"<|quote|>"Well, then, why don t you read me something before I go?"</|quote|>said Katharine, looking at her watch. "Katharine, you ve only | and subdued them, that he was a uniform scarlet. "You may say you don t read books," he remarked, "but, all the same, you know about them. Besides, who wants you to be learned? Leave that to the poor devils who ve got nothing better to do. You you ahem!"<|quote|>"Well, then, why don t you read me something before I go?... | his eyes protruded more than ever, and his face had more than ever the appearance of being covered with a thin crackling skin, through which every flush of his volatile blood showed itself instantly. By this time he had shaped so many sentences and rejected them, felt so many impulses and subdued them, that he was a un... | effort on her part as pictures will, of herself in these very rooms; she had come in from a lecture, and she held a pile of books in her hand, scientific books, and books about mathematics and astronomy which she had mastered. She put them down on the table over there. It was a picture plucked from her life two or thre... | he added hastily, with a touch of peevishness. "No; it doesn t interest me very much," she replied candidly. "What shall we talk about then?" he asked. She looked rather whimsically round the walls of the room. "However we start, we end by talking about the same thing about poetry, I mean. I wonder if you realize, Will... | 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 settled... | he asked. She looked rather whimsically round the walls of the room. "However we start, we end by talking about the same thing about poetry, I mean. I wonder if you realize, William, that I ve never read even Shakespeare? It s rather wonderful how I ve kept it up all these years." "You ve kept it up for ten years very ... | Night And Day |
said Katharine, looking at her watch. | No speaker | me something before I go?"<|quote|>said Katharine, looking at her watch.</|quote|>"Katharine, you ve only just | why don t you read me something before I go?"<|quote|>said Katharine, looking at her watch.</|quote|>"Katharine, you ve only just come! Let me see now, | you don t read books," he remarked, "but, all the same, you know about them. Besides, who wants you to be learned? Leave that to the poor devils who ve got nothing better to do. You you ahem!" "Well, then, why don t you read me something before I go?"<|quote|>said Katharine, looking at her watch.</|quote|>"Katharine, y... | ever the appearance of being covered with a thin crackling skin, through which every flush of his volatile blood showed itself instantly. By this time he had shaped so many sentences and rejected them, felt so many impulses and subdued them, that he was a uniform scarlet. "You may say you don t read books," he remarked... | rooms; she had come in from a lecture, and she held a pile of books in her hand, scientific books, and books about mathematics and astronomy which she had mastered. She put them down on the table over there. It was a picture plucked from her life two or three years hence, when she was married to William; but here she c... | interest me very much," she replied candidly. "What shall we talk about then?" he asked. She looked rather whimsically round the walls of the room. "However we start, we end by talking about the same thing about poetry, I mean. I wonder if you realize, William, that I ve never read even Shakespeare? It s rather wonderf... | 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 settled the matter. Evidently she admired most the poet in him; and as this,... | 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 them," she calculated, "in... | Night And Day |
"Katharine, you ve only just come! Let me see now, what have I got to show you?" | William Rodney | Katharine, looking at her watch.<|quote|>"Katharine, you ve only just come! Let me see now, what have I got to show you?"</|quote|>He rose, and stirred about | something before I go?" said Katharine, looking at her watch.<|quote|>"Katharine, you ve only just come! Let me see now, what have I got to show you?"</|quote|>He rose, and stirred about the papers on his table, | remarked, "but, all the same, you know about them. Besides, who wants you to be learned? Leave that to the poor devils who ve got nothing better to do. You you ahem!" "Well, then, why don t you read me something before I go?" said Katharine, looking at her watch.<|quote|>"Katharine, you ve only just come! Let me see no... | with a thin crackling skin, through which every flush of his volatile blood showed itself instantly. By this time he had shaped so many sentences and rejected them, felt so many impulses and subdued them, that he was a uniform scarlet. "You may say you don t read books," he remarked, "but, all the same, you know about ... | a lecture, and she held a pile of books in her hand, scientific books, and books about mathematics and astronomy which she had mastered. She put them down on the table over there. It was a picture plucked from her life two or three years hence, when she was married to William; but here she checked herself abruptly. She... | candidly. "What shall we talk about then?" he asked. She looked rather whimsically round the walls of the room. "However we start, we end by talking about the same thing about poetry, I mean. I wonder if you realize, William, that I ve never read even Shakespeare? It s rather wonderful how I ve kept it up all these yea... | 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 with his own opi... | 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. "That s part of the myth about me, I know," Katharine replied. "And I wonder,... | Night And Day |
He rose, and stirred about the papers on his table, as if in doubt; he then picked up a manuscript, and after spreading it smoothly upon his knee, he looked up at Katharine suspiciously. He caught her smiling. | No speaker | I got to show you?"<|quote|>He rose, and stirred about the papers on his table, as if in doubt; he then picked up a manuscript, and after spreading it smoothly upon his knee, he looked up at Katharine suspiciously. He caught her smiling.</|quote|>"I believe you only ask | me see now, what have I got to show you?"<|quote|>He rose, and stirred about the papers on his table, as if in doubt; he then picked up a manuscript, and after spreading it smoothly upon his knee, he looked up at Katharine suspiciously. He caught her smiling.</|quote|>"I believe you only ask me to read out of | that to the poor devils who ve got nothing better to do. You you ahem!" "Well, then, why don t you read me something before I go?" said Katharine, looking at her watch. "Katharine, you ve only just come! Let me see now, what have I got to show you?"<|quote|>He rose, and stirred about the papers on his table, as if in d... | this time he had shaped so many sentences and rejected them, felt so many impulses and subdued them, that he was a uniform scarlet. "You may say you don t read books," he remarked, "but, all the same, you know about them. Besides, who wants you to be learned? Leave that to the poor devils who ve got nothing better to d... | mathematics and astronomy which she had mastered. She put them down on the table over there. It was a picture plucked from her life two or three years hence, when she was married to William; but here she checked herself abruptly. She could not entirely forget William s presence, because, in spite of his efforts to cont... | the room. "However we start, we end by talking about the same thing about poetry, I mean. I wonder if you realize, William, that I ve never read even Shakespeare? It s rather wonderful how I ve kept it up all these years." "You ve kept it up for ten years very beautifully, as far as I m concerned," he said. "Ten years?... | 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 anything, on the side of shabbiness. His demeanor was also regulated wit... | then?" he asked. She looked rather whimsically round the walls of the room. "However we start, we end by talking about the same thing about poetry, I mean. I wonder if you realize, William, that I ve never read even Shakespeare? It s rather wonderful how I ve kept it up all these years." "You ve kept it up for ten year... | Night And Day |
"I believe you only ask me to read out of kindness," | William Rodney | suspiciously. He caught her smiling.<|quote|>"I believe you only ask me to read out of kindness,"</|quote|>he burst out. "Let s | he looked up at Katharine suspiciously. He caught her smiling.<|quote|>"I believe you only ask me to read out of kindness,"</|quote|>he burst out. "Let s find something else to talk | come! Let me see now, what have I got to show you?" He rose, and stirred about the papers on his table, as if in doubt; he then picked up a manuscript, and after spreading it smoothly upon his knee, he looked up at Katharine suspiciously. He caught her smiling.<|quote|>"I believe you only ask me to read out of kindness... | you know about them. Besides, who wants you to be learned? Leave that to the poor devils who ve got nothing better to do. You you ahem!" "Well, then, why don t you read me something before I go?" said Katharine, looking at her watch. "Katharine, you ve only just come! Let me see now, what have I got to show you?" He ro... | checked herself abruptly. She could not entirely forget William s presence, because, in spite of his efforts to control himself, his nervousness was apparent. On such occasions his eyes protruded more than ever, and his face had more than ever the appearance of being covered with a thin crackling skin, through which ev... | it up all these years." "You ve kept it up for ten years very beautifully, as far as I m concerned," he said. "Ten years? So long as that?" "And I don t think it s always bored you," he added. She looked into the fire silently. She could not deny that the surface of her feeling was absolutely unruffled by anything in W... | 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 point about ... | don t think it s always bored you," he added. She looked into the fire silently. She could not deny that the surface of her feeling was absolutely unruffled by anything in William s character; on the contrary, she felt certain that she could deal with whatever turned up. He gave her peace, in which she could think of t... | Night And Day |
he burst out. | No speaker | to read out of kindness,"<|quote|>he burst out.</|quote|>"Let s find something else | believe you only ask me to read out of kindness,"<|quote|>he burst out.</|quote|>"Let s find something else to talk about. Who have | you?" He rose, and stirred about the papers on his table, as if in doubt; he then picked up a manuscript, and after spreading it smoothly upon his knee, he looked up at Katharine suspiciously. He caught her smiling. "I believe you only ask me to read out of kindness,"<|quote|>he burst out.</|quote|>"Let s find somethin... | Leave that to the poor devils who ve got nothing better to do. You you ahem!" "Well, then, why don t you read me something before I go?" said Katharine, looking at her watch. "Katharine, you ve only just come! Let me see now, what have I got to show you?" He rose, and stirred about the papers on his table, as if in dou... | because, in spite of his efforts to control himself, his nervousness was apparent. On such occasions his eyes protruded more than ever, and his face had more than ever the appearance of being covered with a thin crackling skin, through which every flush of his volatile blood showed itself instantly. By this time he had... | ten years very beautifully, as far as I m concerned," he said. "Ten years? So long as that?" "And I don t think it s always bored you," he added. She looked into the fire silently. She could not deny that the surface of her feeling was absolutely unruffled by anything in William s character; on the contrary, she felt c... | 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 point about which he was not at all sure. Certainly Katharine seemed ... | about poetry, I mean. I wonder if you realize, William, that I ve never read even Shakespeare? It s rather wonderful how I ve kept it up all these years." "You ve kept it up for ten years very beautifully, as far as I m concerned," he said. "Ten years? So long as that?" "And I don t think it s always bored you," he add... | Night And Day |
"Let s find something else to talk about. Who have you been seeing?" | William Rodney | of kindness," he burst out.<|quote|>"Let s find something else to talk about. Who have you been seeing?"</|quote|>"I don t generally ask | ask me to read out of kindness," he burst out.<|quote|>"Let s find something else to talk about. Who have you been seeing?"</|quote|>"I don t generally ask things out of kindness," Katharine | and stirred about the papers on his table, as if in doubt; he then picked up a manuscript, and after spreading it smoothly upon his knee, he looked up at Katharine suspiciously. He caught her smiling. "I believe you only ask me to read out of kindness," he burst out.<|quote|>"Let s find something else to talk about. Wh... | the poor devils who ve got nothing better to do. You you ahem!" "Well, then, why don t you read me something before I go?" said Katharine, looking at her watch. "Katharine, you ve only just come! Let me see now, what have I got to show you?" He rose, and stirred about the papers on his table, as if in doubt; he then pi... | of his efforts to control himself, his nervousness was apparent. On such occasions his eyes protruded more than ever, and his face had more than ever the appearance of being covered with a thin crackling skin, through which every flush of his volatile blood showed itself instantly. By this time he had shaped so many se... | beautifully, as far as I m concerned," he said. "Ten years? So long as that?" "And I don t think it s always bored you," he added. She looked into the fire silently. She could not deny that the surface of her feeling was absolutely unruffled by anything in William s character; on the contrary, she felt certain that she... | 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 point about which he was not at all sure. Certainly Katharine seemed quite unmoved by an... | 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, "what the truth about you is? But I know this sort of thing doesn t interest you," he added hastily, with a touch of peevishness. "No... | Night And Day |
"I don t generally ask things out of kindness," | Katharine Hilbery | Who have you been seeing?"<|quote|>"I don t generally ask things out of kindness,"</|quote|>Katharine observed; "however, if you | something else to talk about. Who have you been seeing?"<|quote|>"I don t generally ask things out of kindness,"</|quote|>Katharine observed; "however, if you don t want to read, | then picked up a manuscript, and after spreading it smoothly upon his knee, he looked up at Katharine suspiciously. He caught her smiling. "I believe you only ask me to read out of kindness," he burst out. "Let s find something else to talk about. Who have you been seeing?"<|quote|>"I don t generally ask things out of ... | "Well, then, why don t you read me something before I go?" said Katharine, looking at her watch. "Katharine, you ve only just come! Let me see now, what have I got to show you?" He rose, and stirred about the papers on his table, as if in doubt; he then picked up a manuscript, and after spreading it smoothly upon his k... | his eyes protruded more than ever, and his face had more than ever the appearance of being covered with a thin crackling skin, through which every flush of his volatile blood showed itself instantly. By this time he had shaped so many sentences and rejected them, felt so many impulses and subdued them, that he was a un... | as that?" "And I don t think it s always bored you," he added. She looked into the fire silently. She could not deny that the surface of her feeling was absolutely unruffled by anything in William s character; on the contrary, she felt certain that she could deal with whatever turned up. He gave her peace, in which she... | 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 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... | looked rather whimsically round the walls of the room. "However we start, we end by talking about the same thing about poetry, I mean. I wonder if you realize, William, that I ve never read even Shakespeare? It s rather wonderful how I ve kept it up all these years." "You ve kept it up for ten years very beautifully, a... | Night And Day |
Katharine observed; | No speaker | ask things out of kindness,"<|quote|>Katharine observed;</|quote|>"however, if you don t | seeing?" "I don t generally ask things out of kindness,"<|quote|>Katharine observed;</|quote|>"however, if you don t want to read, you needn | smoothly upon his knee, he looked up at Katharine suspiciously. He caught her smiling. "I believe you only ask me to read out of kindness," he burst out. "Let s find something else to talk about. Who have you been seeing?" "I don t generally ask things out of kindness,"<|quote|>Katharine observed;</|quote|>"however, if... | before I go?" said Katharine, looking at her watch. "Katharine, you ve only just come! Let me see now, what have I got to show you?" He rose, and stirred about the papers on his table, as if in doubt; he then picked up a manuscript, and after spreading it smoothly upon his knee, he looked up at Katharine suspiciously. ... | had more than ever the appearance of being covered with a thin crackling skin, through which every flush of his volatile blood showed itself instantly. By this time he had shaped so many sentences and rejected them, felt so many impulses and subdued them, that he was a uniform scarlet. "You may say you don t read books... | always bored you," he added. She looked into the fire silently. She could not deny that the surface of her feeling was absolutely unruffled by anything in William s character; on the contrary, she felt certain that she could deal with whatever turned up. He gave her peace, in which she could think of things that were f... | him for 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-mind... | his efforts to control himself, his nervousness was apparent. On such occasions his eyes protruded more than ever, and his face had more than ever the appearance of being covered with a thin crackling skin, through which every flush of his volatile blood showed itself instantly. By this time he had shaped so many sente... | Night And Day |
"however, if you don t want to read, you needn t." | Katharine Hilbery | out of kindness," Katharine observed;<|quote|>"however, if you don t want to read, you needn t."</|quote|>William gave a queer snort | don t generally ask things out of kindness," Katharine observed;<|quote|>"however, if you don t want to read, you needn t."</|quote|>William gave a queer snort of exasperation, and opened his | his knee, he looked up at Katharine suspiciously. He caught her smiling. "I believe you only ask me to read out of kindness," he burst out. "Let s find something else to talk about. Who have you been seeing?" "I don t generally ask things out of kindness," Katharine observed;<|quote|>"however, if you don t want to read... | go?" said Katharine, looking at her watch. "Katharine, you ve only just come! Let me see now, what have I got to show you?" He rose, and stirred about the papers on his table, as if in doubt; he then picked up a manuscript, and after spreading it smoothly upon his knee, he looked up at Katharine suspiciously. He caught... | than ever the appearance of being covered with a thin crackling skin, through which every flush of his volatile blood showed itself instantly. By this time he had shaped so many sentences and rejected them, felt so many impulses and subdued them, that he was a uniform scarlet. "You may say you don t read books," he rem... | you," he added. She looked into the fire silently. She could not deny that the surface of her feeling was absolutely unruffled by anything in William s character; on the contrary, she felt certain that she could deal with whatever turned up. He gave her peace, in which she could think of things that were far removed fr... | 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 ... | t interest you," he added hastily, with a touch of peevishness. "No; it doesn t interest me very much," she replied candidly. "What shall we talk about then?" he asked. She looked rather whimsically round the walls of the room. "However we start, we end by talking about the same thing about poetry, I mean. I wonder if ... | Night And Day |
William gave a queer snort of exasperation, and opened his manuscript once more, though he kept his eyes upon her face as he did so. No face could have been graver or more judicial. | No speaker | to read, you needn t."<|quote|>William gave a queer snort of exasperation, and opened his manuscript once more, though he kept his eyes upon her face as he did so. No face could have been graver or more judicial.</|quote|>"One can trust you, certainly, | if you don t want to read, you needn t."<|quote|>William gave a queer snort of exasperation, and opened his manuscript once more, though he kept his eyes upon her face as he did so. No face could have been graver or more judicial.</|quote|>"One can trust you, certainly, to say unpleasant things," he | smiling. "I believe you only ask me to read out of kindness," he burst out. "Let s find something else to talk about. Who have you been seeing?" "I don t generally ask things out of kindness," Katharine observed; "however, if you don t want to read, you needn t."<|quote|>William gave a queer snort of exasperation, and ... | just come! Let me see now, what have I got to show you?" He rose, and stirred about the papers on his table, as if in doubt; he then picked up a manuscript, and after spreading it smoothly upon his knee, he looked up at Katharine suspiciously. He caught her smiling. "I believe you only ask me to read out of kindness," ... | skin, through which every flush of his volatile blood showed itself instantly. By this time he had shaped so many sentences and rejected them, felt so many impulses and subdued them, that he was a uniform scarlet. "You may say you don t read books," he remarked, "but, all the same, you know about them. Besides, who wan... | not deny that the surface of her feeling was absolutely unruffled by anything in William s character; on the contrary, she felt certain that she could deal with whatever turned up. He gave her peace, in which she could think of things that were far removed from what they talked about. Even now, when he sat within a yar... | 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... | it s always bored you," he added. She looked into the fire silently. She could not deny that the surface of her feeling was absolutely unruffled by anything in William s character; on the contrary, she felt certain that she could deal with whatever turned up. He gave her peace, in which she could think of things that w... | Night And Day |
"One can trust you, certainly, to say unpleasant things," | William Rodney | been graver or more judicial.<|quote|>"One can trust you, certainly, to say unpleasant things,"</|quote|>he said, smoothing out the | so. No face could have been graver or more judicial.<|quote|>"One can trust you, certainly, to say unpleasant things,"</|quote|>he said, smoothing out the page, clearing his throat, and | out of kindness," Katharine observed; "however, if you don t want to read, you needn t." William gave a queer snort of exasperation, and opened his manuscript once more, though he kept his eyes upon her face as he did so. No face could have been graver or more judicial.<|quote|>"One can trust you, certainly, to say unp... | after spreading it smoothly upon his knee, he looked up at Katharine suspiciously. He caught her smiling. "I believe you only ask me to read out of kindness," he burst out. "Let s find something else to talk about. Who have you been seeing?" "I don t generally ask things out of kindness," Katharine observed; "however, ... | a uniform scarlet. "You may say you don t read books," he remarked, "but, all the same, you know about them. Besides, who wants you to be learned? Leave that to the poor devils who ve got nothing better to do. You you ahem!" "Well, then, why don t you read me something before I go?" said Katharine, looking at her watch... | peace, in which she could think of things that were far removed from what they talked about. Even now, when he sat within a yard of her, how easily her mind ranged hither and thither! Suddenly a picture presented itself before her, without any effort on her part as pictures will, of herself in these very rooms; she had... | 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... | kept it up all these years." "You ve kept it up for ten years very beautifully, as far as I m concerned," he said. "Ten years? So long as that?" "And I don t think it s always bored you," he added. She looked into the fire silently. She could not deny that the surface of her feeling was absolutely unruffled by anything... | Night And Day |
he said, smoothing out the page, clearing his throat, and reading half a stanza to himself. | No speaker | certainly, to say unpleasant things,"<|quote|>he said, smoothing out the page, clearing his throat, and reading half a stanza to himself.</|quote|>"Ahem! The Princess is lost | judicial. "One can trust you, certainly, to say unpleasant things,"<|quote|>he said, smoothing out the page, clearing his throat, and reading half a stanza to himself.</|quote|>"Ahem! The Princess is lost in the wood, and she | t want to read, you needn t." William gave a queer snort of exasperation, and opened his manuscript once more, though he kept his eyes upon her face as he did so. No face could have been graver or more judicial. "One can trust you, certainly, to say unpleasant things,"<|quote|>he said, smoothing out the page, clearing ... | up at Katharine suspiciously. He caught her smiling. "I believe you only ask me to read out of kindness," he burst out. "Let s find something else to talk about. Who have you been seeing?" "I don t generally ask things out of kindness," Katharine observed; "however, if you don t want to read, you needn t." William gave... | read books," he remarked, "but, all the same, you know about them. Besides, who wants you to be learned? Leave that to the poor devils who ve got nothing better to do. You you ahem!" "Well, then, why don t you read me something before I go?" said Katharine, looking at her watch. "Katharine, you ve only just come! Let m... | were far removed from what they talked about. Even now, when he sat within a yard of her, how easily her mind ranged hither and thither! Suddenly a picture presented itself before her, without any effort on her part as pictures will, of herself in these very rooms; she had come in from a lecture, and she held a pile of... | 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 ... | She could not entirely forget William s presence, because, in spite of his efforts to control himself, his nervousness was apparent. On such occasions his eyes protruded more than ever, and his face had more than ever the appearance of being covered with a thin crackling skin, through which every flush of his volatile ... | Night And Day |
"Ahem! The Princess is lost in the wood, and she hears the sound of a horn. (This would all be very pretty on the stage, but I can t get the effect here.) Anyhow, Sylvano enters, accompanied by the rest of the gentlemen of Gratian s court. I begin where he soliloquizes." | William Rodney | half a stanza to himself.<|quote|>"Ahem! The Princess is lost in the wood, and she hears the sound of a horn. (This would all be very pretty on the stage, but I can t get the effect here.) Anyhow, Sylvano enters, accompanied by the rest of the gentlemen of Gratian s court. I begin where he soliloquizes."</|quote|>He je... | clearing his throat, and reading half a stanza to himself.<|quote|>"Ahem! The Princess is lost in the wood, and she hears the sound of a horn. (This would all be very pretty on the stage, but I can t get the effect here.) Anyhow, Sylvano enters, accompanied by the rest of the gentlemen of Gratian s court. I begin where... | his manuscript once more, though he kept his eyes upon her face as he did so. No face could have been graver or more judicial. "One can trust you, certainly, to say unpleasant things," he said, smoothing out the page, clearing his throat, and reading half a stanza to himself.<|quote|>"Ahem! The Princess is lost in the ... | out of kindness," he burst out. "Let s find something else to talk about. Who have you been seeing?" "I don t generally ask things out of kindness," Katharine observed; "however, if you don t want to read, you needn t." William gave a queer snort of exasperation, and opened his manuscript once more, though he kept his ... | to be learned? Leave that to the poor devils who ve got nothing better to do. You you ahem!" "Well, then, why don t you read me something before I go?" said Katharine, looking at her watch. "Katharine, you ve only just come! Let me see now, what have I got to show you?" He rose, and stirred about the papers on his tabl... | of her, how easily her mind ranged hither and thither! Suddenly a picture presented itself before her, without any effort on her part as pictures will, of herself in these very rooms; she had come in from a lecture, and she held a pile of books in her hand, scientific books, and books about mathematics and astronomy wh... | 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-night. What in the... | his efforts to control himself, his nervousness was apparent. On such occasions his eyes protruded more than ever, and his face had more than ever the appearance of being covered with a thin crackling skin, through which every flush of his volatile blood showed itself instantly. By this time he had shaped so many sente... | Night And Day |
He jerked his head and began to read. Although Katharine had just disclaimed any knowledge of literature, she listened attentively. At least, she listened to the first twenty-five lines attentively, and then she frowned. Her attention was only aroused again when Rodney raised his finger a sign, she knew, that the meter... | No speaker | I begin where he soliloquizes."<|quote|>He jerked his head and began to read. Although Katharine had just disclaimed any knowledge of literature, she listened attentively. At least, she listened to the first twenty-five lines attentively, and then she frowned. Her attention was only aroused again when Rodney raised his... | gentlemen of Gratian s court. I begin where he soliloquizes."<|quote|>He jerked his head and began to read. Although Katharine had just disclaimed any knowledge of literature, she listened attentively. At least, she listened to the first twenty-five lines attentively, and then she frowned. Her attention was only arouse... | Princess is lost in the wood, and she hears the sound of a horn. (This would all be very pretty on the stage, but I can t get the effect here.) Anyhow, Sylvano enters, accompanied by the rest of the gentlemen of Gratian s court. I begin where he soliloquizes."<|quote|>He jerked his head and began to read. Although Kath... | once more, though he kept his eyes upon her face as he did so. No face could have been graver or more judicial. "One can trust you, certainly, to say unpleasant things," he said, smoothing out the page, clearing his throat, and reading half a stanza to himself. "Ahem! The Princess is lost in the wood, and she hears the... | show you?" He rose, and stirred about the papers on his table, as if in doubt; he then picked up a manuscript, and after spreading it smoothly upon his knee, he looked up at Katharine suspiciously. He caught her smiling. "I believe you only ask me to read out of kindness," he burst out. "Let s find something else to ta... | books about mathematics and astronomy which she had mastered. She put them down on the table over there. It was a picture plucked from her life two or three years hence, when she was married to William; but here she checked herself abruptly. She could not entirely forget William s presence, because, in spite of his eff... | 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 on the top of the bookshelf, his eyes ... | end by talking about the same thing about poetry, I mean. I wonder if you realize, William, that I ve never read even Shakespeare? It s rather wonderful how I ve kept it up all these years." "You ve kept it up for ten years very beautifully, as far as I m concerned," he said. "Ten years? So long as that?" "And I don t ... | Night And Day |
"That seems to me extremely well written, William; although, of course, I don t know enough to criticize in detail." | Katharine Hilbery | had prepared a little speech.<|quote|>"That seems to me extremely well written, William; although, of course, I don t know enough to criticize in detail."</|quote|>"But it s the skill | finish of the Act; Katharine had prepared a little speech.<|quote|>"That seems to me extremely well written, William; although, of course, I don t know enough to criticize in detail."</|quote|>"But it s the skill that strikes you not the | them; and one s husband s proficiency in this direction might legitimately increase one s respect for him, since mystification is no bad basis for respect. No one could doubt that William was a scholar. The reading ended with the finish of the Act; Katharine had prepared a little speech.<|quote|>"That seems to me extre... | long and sometimes short, but always delivered with the same lilt of voice, which seemed to nail each line firmly on to the same spot in the hearer s brain. Still, she reflected, these sorts of skill are almost exclusively masculine; women neither practice them nor know how to value them; and one s husband s proficienc... | was only aroused again when Rodney raised his finger a sign, she knew, that the meter was about to change. His theory was that every mood has its meter. His mastery of meters was very great; and, if the beauty of a drama depended upon the variety of measures in which the personages speak, Rodney s plays must have chall... | He caught her smiling. "I believe you only ask me to read out of kindness," he burst out. "Let s find something else to talk about. Who have you been seeing?" "I don t generally ask things out of kindness," Katharine observed; "however, if you don t want to read, you needn t." William gave a queer snort of exasperation... | how I ve kept it up all these years." "You ve kept it up for ten years very beautifully, as far as I m concerned," he said. "Ten years? So long as that?" "And I don t think it s always bored you," he added. She looked into the fire silently. She could not deny that the surface of her feeling was absolutely unruffled by... | but here she checked herself abruptly. She could not entirely forget William s presence, because, in spite of his efforts to control himself, his nervousness was apparent. On such occasions his eyes protruded more than ever, and his face had more than ever the appearance of being covered with a thin crackling skin, thr... | Night And Day |
"But it s the skill that strikes you not the emotion?" | William Rodney | enough to criticize in detail."<|quote|>"But it s the skill that strikes you not the emotion?"</|quote|>"In a fragment like that, | course, I don t know enough to criticize in detail."<|quote|>"But it s the skill that strikes you not the emotion?"</|quote|>"In a fragment like that, of course, the skill strikes | is no bad basis for respect. No one could doubt that William was a scholar. The reading ended with the finish of the Act; Katharine had prepared a little speech. "That seems to me extremely well written, William; although, of course, I don t know enough to criticize in detail."<|quote|>"But it s the skill that strikes ... | on to the same spot in the hearer s brain. Still, she reflected, these sorts of skill are almost exclusively masculine; women neither practice them nor know how to value them; and one s husband s proficiency in this direction might legitimately increase one s respect for him, since mystification is no bad basis for res... | His theory was that every mood has its meter. His mastery of meters was very great; and, if the beauty of a drama depended upon the variety of measures in which the personages speak, Rodney s plays must have challenged the works of Shakespeare. Katharine s ignorance of Shakespeare did not prevent her from feeling fairl... | find something else to talk about. Who have you been seeing?" "I don t generally ask things out of kindness," Katharine observed; "however, if you don t want to read, you needn t." William gave a queer snort of exasperation, and opened his manuscript once more, though he kept his eyes upon her face as he did so. No fac... | far as I m concerned," he said. "Ten years? So long as that?" "And I don t think it s always bored you," he added. She looked into the fire silently. She could not deny that the surface of her feeling was absolutely unruffled by anything in William s character; on the contrary, she felt certain that she could deal with... | when Rodney raised his finger a sign, she knew, that the meter was about to change. His theory was that every mood has its meter. His mastery of meters was very great; and, if the beauty of a drama depended upon the variety of measures in which the personages speak, Rodney s plays must have challenged the works of Shak... | Night And Day |
"In a fragment like that, of course, the skill strikes one most." | Katharine Hilbery | strikes you not the emotion?"<|quote|>"In a fragment like that, of course, the skill strikes one most."</|quote|>"But perhaps have you time | it s the skill that strikes you not the emotion?"<|quote|>"In a fragment like that, of course, the skill strikes one most."</|quote|>"But perhaps have you time to listen to one more | William was a scholar. The reading ended with the finish of the Act; Katharine had prepared a little speech. "That seems to me extremely well written, William; although, of course, I don t know enough to criticize in detail." "But it s the skill that strikes you not the emotion?"<|quote|>"In a fragment like that, of co... | she reflected, these sorts of skill are almost exclusively masculine; women neither practice them nor know how to value them; and one s husband s proficiency in this direction might legitimately increase one s respect for him, since mystification is no bad basis for respect. No one could doubt that William was a schola... | of meters was very great; and, if the beauty of a drama depended upon the variety of measures in which the personages speak, Rodney s plays must have challenged the works of Shakespeare. Katharine s ignorance of Shakespeare did not prevent her from feeling fairly certain that plays should not produce a sense of chill s... | "I don t generally ask things out of kindness," Katharine observed; "however, if you don t want to read, you needn t." William gave a queer snort of exasperation, and opened his manuscript once more, though he kept his eyes upon her face as he did so. No face could have been graver or more judicial. "One can trust you,... | as that?" "And I don t think it s always bored you," he added. She looked into the fire silently. She could not deny that the surface of her feeling was absolutely unruffled by anything in William s character; on the contrary, she felt certain that she could deal with whatever turned up. He gave her peace, in which she... | more, though he kept his eyes upon her face as he did so. No face could have been graver or more judicial. "One can trust you, certainly, to say unpleasant things," he said, smoothing out the page, clearing his throat, and reading half a stanza to himself. "Ahem! The Princess is lost in the wood, and she hears the soun... | Night And Day |
"But perhaps have you time to listen to one more short piece? the scene between the lovers? There s some real feeling in that, I think. Denham agrees that it s the best thing I ve done." | William Rodney | the skill strikes one most."<|quote|>"But perhaps have you time to listen to one more short piece? the scene between the lovers? There s some real feeling in that, I think. Denham agrees that it s the best thing I ve done."</|quote|>"You ve read it to | fragment like that, of course, the skill strikes one most."<|quote|>"But perhaps have you time to listen to one more short piece? the scene between the lovers? There s some real feeling in that, I think. Denham agrees that it s the best thing I ve done."</|quote|>"You ve read it to Ralph Denham?" Katharine inquired, wi... | Act; Katharine had prepared a little speech. "That seems to me extremely well written, William; although, of course, I don t know enough to criticize in detail." "But it s the skill that strikes you not the emotion?" "In a fragment like that, of course, the skill strikes one most."<|quote|>"But perhaps have you time to... | practice them nor know how to value them; and one s husband s proficiency in this direction might legitimately increase one s respect for him, since mystification is no bad basis for respect. No one could doubt that William was a scholar. The reading ended with the finish of the Act; Katharine had prepared a little spe... | depended upon the variety of measures in which the personages speak, Rodney s plays must have challenged the works of Shakespeare. Katharine s ignorance of Shakespeare did not prevent her from feeling fairly certain that plays should not produce a sense of chill stupor in the audience, such as overcame her as the lines... | if you don t want to read, you needn t." William gave a queer snort of exasperation, and opened his manuscript once more, though he kept his eyes upon her face as he did so. No face could have been graver or more judicial. "One can trust you, certainly, to say unpleasant things," he said, smoothing out the page, cleari... | he added. She looked into the fire silently. She could not deny that the surface of her feeling was absolutely unruffled by anything in William s character; on the contrary, she felt certain that she could deal with whatever turned up. He gave her peace, in which she could think of things that were far removed from wha... | out. "Let s find something else to talk about. Who have you been seeing?" "I don t generally ask things out of kindness," Katharine observed; "however, if you don t want to read, you needn t." William gave a queer snort of exasperation, and opened his manuscript once more, though he kept his eyes upon her face as he di... | Night And Day |
"You ve read it to Ralph Denham?" | Katharine Hilbery | best thing I ve done."<|quote|>"You ve read it to Ralph Denham?"</|quote|>Katharine inquired, with surprise. "He | agrees that it s the best thing I ve done."<|quote|>"You ve read it to Ralph Denham?"</|quote|>Katharine inquired, with surprise. "He s a better judge than | emotion?" "In a fragment like that, of course, the skill strikes one most." "But perhaps have you time to listen to one more short piece? the scene between the lovers? There s some real feeling in that, I think. Denham agrees that it s the best thing I ve done."<|quote|>"You ve read it to Ralph Denham?"</|quote|>Kathar... | that William was a scholar. The reading ended with the finish of the Act; Katharine had prepared a little speech. "That seems to me extremely well written, William; although, of course, I don t know enough to criticize in detail." "But it s the skill that strikes you not the emotion?" "In a fragment like that, of cours... | not produce a sense of chill stupor in the audience, such as overcame her as the lines flowed on, sometimes long and sometimes short, but always delivered with the same lilt of voice, which seemed to nail each line firmly on to the same spot in the hearer s brain. Still, she reflected, these sorts of skill are almost e... | could have been graver or more judicial. "One can trust you, certainly, to say unpleasant things," he said, smoothing out the page, clearing his throat, and reading half a stanza to himself. "Ahem! The Princess is lost in the wood, and she hears the sound of a horn. (This would all be very pretty on the stage, but I ca... | with whatever turned up. He gave her peace, in which she could think of things that were far removed from what they talked about. Even now, when he sat within a yard of her, how easily her mind ranged hither and thither! Suddenly a picture presented itself before her, without any effort on her part as pictures will, of... | poor devils who ve got nothing better to do. You you ahem!" "Well, then, why don t you read me something before I go?" said Katharine, looking at her watch. "Katharine, you ve only just come! Let me see now, what have I got to show you?" He rose, and stirred about the papers on his table, as if in doubt; he then picked... | Night And Day |
Katharine inquired, with surprise. | No speaker | read it to Ralph Denham?"<|quote|>Katharine inquired, with surprise.</|quote|>"He s a better judge | I ve done." "You ve read it to Ralph Denham?"<|quote|>Katharine inquired, with surprise.</|quote|>"He s a better judge than I am. What did | course, the skill strikes one most." "But perhaps have you time to listen to one more short piece? the scene between the lovers? There s some real feeling in that, I think. Denham agrees that it s the best thing I ve done." "You ve read it to Ralph Denham?"<|quote|>Katharine inquired, with surprise.</|quote|>"He s a be... | ended with the finish of the Act; Katharine had prepared a little speech. "That seems to me extremely well written, William; although, of course, I don t know enough to criticize in detail." "But it s the skill that strikes you not the emotion?" "In a fragment like that, of course, the skill strikes one most." "But per... | in the audience, such as overcame her as the lines flowed on, sometimes long and sometimes short, but always delivered with the same lilt of voice, which seemed to nail each line firmly on to the same spot in the hearer s brain. Still, she reflected, these sorts of skill are almost exclusively masculine; women neither ... | "One can trust you, certainly, to say unpleasant things," he said, smoothing out the page, clearing his throat, and reading half a stanza to himself. "Ahem! The Princess is lost in the wood, and she hears the sound of a horn. (This would all be very pretty on the stage, but I can t get the effect here.) Anyhow, Sylvano... | peace, in which she could think of things that were far removed from what they talked about. Even now, when he sat within a yard of her, how easily her mind ranged hither and thither! Suddenly a picture presented itself before her, without any effort on her part as pictures will, of herself in these very rooms; she had... | where he soliloquizes." He jerked his head and began to read. Although Katharine had just disclaimed any knowledge of literature, she listened attentively. At least, she listened to the first twenty-five lines attentively, and then she frowned. Her attention was only aroused again when Rodney raised his finger a sign, ... | Night And Day |
"He s a better judge than I am. What did he say?" | Katharine Hilbery | Denham?" Katharine inquired, with surprise.<|quote|>"He s a better judge than I am. What did he say?"</|quote|>"My dear Katharine," Rodney exclaimed, | ve read it to Ralph Denham?" Katharine inquired, with surprise.<|quote|>"He s a better judge than I am. What did he say?"</|quote|>"My dear Katharine," Rodney exclaimed, "I don t ask you | one most." "But perhaps have you time to listen to one more short piece? the scene between the lovers? There s some real feeling in that, I think. Denham agrees that it s the best thing I ve done." "You ve read it to Ralph Denham?" Katharine inquired, with surprise.<|quote|>"He s a better judge than I am. What did he s... | of the Act; Katharine had prepared a little speech. "That seems to me extremely well written, William; although, of course, I don t know enough to criticize in detail." "But it s the skill that strikes you not the emotion?" "In a fragment like that, of course, the skill strikes one most." "But perhaps have you time to ... | as overcame her as the lines flowed on, sometimes long and sometimes short, but always delivered with the same lilt of voice, which seemed to nail each line firmly on to the same spot in the hearer s brain. Still, she reflected, these sorts of skill are almost exclusively masculine; women neither practice them nor know... | certainly, to say unpleasant things," he said, smoothing out the page, clearing his throat, and reading half a stanza to himself. "Ahem! The Princess is lost in the wood, and she hears the sound of a horn. (This would all be very pretty on the stage, but I can t get the effect here.) Anyhow, Sylvano enters, accompanied... | could think of things that were far removed from what they talked about. Even now, when he sat within a yard of her, how easily her mind ranged hither and thither! Suddenly a picture presented itself before her, without any effort on her part as pictures will, of herself in these very rooms; she had come in from a lect... | pretty on the stage, but I can t get the effect here.) Anyhow, Sylvano enters, accompanied by the rest of the gentlemen of Gratian s court. I begin where he soliloquizes." He jerked his head and began to read. Although Katharine had just disclaimed any knowledge of literature, she listened attentively. At least, she li... | Night And Day |
"My dear Katharine," | William Rodney | am. What did he say?"<|quote|>"My dear Katharine,"</|quote|>Rodney exclaimed, "I don t | a better judge than I am. What did he say?"<|quote|>"My dear Katharine,"</|quote|>Rodney exclaimed, "I don t ask you for criticism, as | short piece? the scene between the lovers? There s some real feeling in that, I think. Denham agrees that it s the best thing I ve done." "You ve read it to Ralph Denham?" Katharine inquired, with surprise. "He s a better judge than I am. What did he say?"<|quote|>"My dear Katharine,"</|quote|>Rodney exclaimed, "I don ... | me extremely well written, William; although, of course, I don t know enough to criticize in detail." "But it s the skill that strikes you not the emotion?" "In a fragment like that, of course, the skill strikes one most." "But perhaps have you time to listen to one more short piece? the scene between the lovers? There... | short, but always delivered with the same lilt of voice, which seemed to nail each line firmly on to the same spot in the hearer s brain. Still, she reflected, these sorts of skill are almost exclusively masculine; women neither practice them nor know how to value them; and one s husband s proficiency in this direction... | his throat, and reading half a stanza to himself. "Ahem! The Princess is lost in the wood, and she hears the sound of a horn. (This would all be very pretty on the stage, but I can t get the effect here.) Anyhow, Sylvano enters, accompanied by the rest of the gentlemen of Gratian s court. I begin where he soliloquizes.... | about. Even now, when he sat within a yard of her, how easily her mind ranged hither and thither! Suddenly a picture presented itself before her, without any effort on her part as pictures will, of herself in these very rooms; she had come in from a lecture, and she held a pile of books in her hand, scientific books, a... | to talk about. Who have you been seeing?" "I don t generally ask things out of kindness," Katharine observed; "however, if you don t want to read, you needn t." William gave a queer snort of exasperation, and opened his manuscript once more, though he kept his eyes upon her face as he did so. No face could have been gr... | Night And Day |
Rodney exclaimed, | No speaker | he say?" "My dear Katharine,"<|quote|>Rodney exclaimed,</|quote|>"I don t ask you | than I am. What did he say?" "My dear Katharine,"<|quote|>Rodney exclaimed,</|quote|>"I don t ask you for criticism, as I should | scene between the lovers? There s some real feeling in that, I think. Denham agrees that it s the best thing I ve done." "You ve read it to Ralph Denham?" Katharine inquired, with surprise. "He s a better judge than I am. What did he say?" "My dear Katharine,"<|quote|>Rodney exclaimed,</|quote|>"I don t ask you for cri... | written, William; although, of course, I don t know enough to criticize in detail." "But it s the skill that strikes you not the emotion?" "In a fragment like that, of course, the skill strikes one most." "But perhaps have you time to listen to one more short piece? the scene between the lovers? There s some real feeli... | delivered with the same lilt of voice, which seemed to nail each line firmly on to the same spot in the hearer s brain. Still, she reflected, these sorts of skill are almost exclusively masculine; women neither practice them nor know how to value them; and one s husband s proficiency in this direction might legitimatel... | reading half a stanza to himself. "Ahem! The Princess is lost in the wood, and she hears the sound of a horn. (This would all be very pretty on the stage, but I can t get the effect here.) Anyhow, Sylvano enters, accompanied by the rest of the gentlemen of Gratian s court. I begin where he soliloquizes." He jerked his ... | when he sat within a yard of her, how easily her mind ranged hither and thither! Suddenly a picture presented itself before her, without any effort on her part as pictures will, of herself in these very rooms; she had come in from a lecture, and she held a pile of books in her hand, scientific books, and books about ma... | s find something else to talk about. Who have you been seeing?" "I don t generally ask things out of kindness," Katharine observed; "however, if you don t want to read, you needn t." William gave a queer snort of exasperation, and opened his manuscript once more, though he kept his eyes upon her face as he did so. No f... | Night And Day |
"I don t ask you for criticism, as I should ask a scholar. I dare say there are only five men in England whose opinion of my work matters a straw to me. But I trust you where feeling is concerned. I had you in my mind often when I was writing those scenes. I kept asking myself, Now is this the sort of thing Katharine w... | William Rodney | "My dear Katharine," Rodney exclaimed,<|quote|>"I don t ask you for criticism, as I should ask a scholar. I dare say there are only five men in England whose opinion of my work matters a straw to me. But I trust you where feeling is concerned. I had you in my mind often when I was writing those scenes. I kept asking my... | am. What did he say?" "My dear Katharine," Rodney exclaimed,<|quote|>"I don t ask you for criticism, as I should ask a scholar. I dare say there are only five men in England whose opinion of my work matters a straw to me. But I trust you where feeling is concerned. I had you in my mind often when I was writing those sc... | the lovers? There s some real feeling in that, I think. Denham agrees that it s the best thing I ve done." "You ve read it to Ralph Denham?" Katharine inquired, with surprise. "He s a better judge than I am. What did he say?" "My dear Katharine," Rodney exclaimed,<|quote|>"I don t ask you for criticism, as I should ask... | although, of course, I don t know enough to criticize in detail." "But it s the skill that strikes you not the emotion?" "In a fragment like that, of course, the skill strikes one most." "But perhaps have you time to listen to one more short piece? the scene between the lovers? There s some real feeling in that, I thin... | the same lilt of voice, which seemed to nail each line firmly on to the same spot in the hearer s brain. Still, she reflected, these sorts of skill are almost exclusively masculine; women neither practice them nor know how to value them; and one s husband s proficiency in this direction might legitimately increase one ... | a stanza to himself. "Ahem! The Princess is lost in the wood, and she hears the sound of a horn. (This would all be very pretty on the stage, but I can t get the effect here.) Anyhow, Sylvano enters, accompanied by the rest of the gentlemen of Gratian s court. I begin where he soliloquizes." He jerked his head and bega... | sat within a yard of her, how easily her mind ranged hither and thither! Suddenly a picture presented itself before her, without any effort on her part as pictures will, of herself in these very rooms; she had come in from a lecture, and she held a pile of books in her hand, scientific books, and books about mathematic... | have you been seeing?" "I don t generally ask things out of kindness," Katharine observed; "however, if you don t want to read, you needn t." William gave a queer snort of exasperation, and opened his manuscript once more, though he kept his eyes upon her face as he did so. No face could have been graver or more judici... | Night And Day |
This was so genuine a tribute to his trust in her that Katharine was touched. | No speaker | any one in the world."<|quote|>This was so genuine a tribute to his trust in her that Katharine was touched.</|quote|>"You think too much of | well of my writing than any one in the world."<|quote|>This was so genuine a tribute to his trust in her that Katharine was touched.</|quote|>"You think too much of me altogether, William," she said, | thing Katharine would like? I always think of you when I m writing, Katharine, even when it s the sort of thing you wouldn t know about. And I d rather yes, I really believe I d rather you thought well of my writing than any one in the world."<|quote|>This was so genuine a tribute to his trust in her that Katharine was... | dare say there are only five men in England whose opinion of my work matters a straw to me. But I trust you where feeling is concerned. I had you in my mind often when I was writing those scenes. I kept asking myself, Now is this the sort of thing Katharine would like? I always think of you when I m writing, Katharine,... | s the skill that strikes you not the emotion?" "In a fragment like that, of course, the skill strikes one most." "But perhaps have you time to listen to one more short piece? the scene between the lovers? There s some real feeling in that, I think. Denham agrees that it s the best thing I ve done." "You ve read it to R... | was that every mood has its meter. His mastery of meters was very great; and, if the beauty of a drama depended upon the variety of measures in which the personages speak, Rodney s plays must have challenged the works of Shakespeare. Katharine s ignorance of Shakespeare did not prevent her from feeling fairly certain t... | control himself, his nervousness was apparent. On such occasions his eyes protruded more than ever, and his face had more than ever the appearance of being covered with a thin crackling skin, through which every flush of his volatile blood showed itself instantly. By this time he had shaped so many sentences and reject... | he soliloquizes." He jerked his head and began to read. Although Katharine had just disclaimed any knowledge of literature, she listened attentively. At least, she listened to the first twenty-five lines attentively, and then she frowned. Her attention was only aroused again when Rodney raised his finger a sign, she kn... | Night And Day |
"You think too much of me altogether, William," | Katharine Hilbery | her that Katharine was touched.<|quote|>"You think too much of me altogether, William,"</|quote|>she said, forgetting that she | tribute to his trust in her that Katharine was touched.<|quote|>"You think too much of me altogether, William,"</|quote|>she said, forgetting that she had not meant to speak | when it s the sort of thing you wouldn t know about. And I d rather yes, I really believe I d rather you thought well of my writing than any one in the world." This was so genuine a tribute to his trust in her that Katharine was touched.<|quote|>"You think too much of me altogether, William,"</|quote|>she said, forgett... | a straw to me. But I trust you where feeling is concerned. I had you in my mind often when I was writing those scenes. I kept asking myself, Now is this the sort of thing Katharine would like? I always think of you when I m writing, Katharine, even when it s the sort of thing you wouldn t know about. And I d rather yes... | course, the skill strikes one most." "But perhaps have you time to listen to one more short piece? the scene between the lovers? There s some real feeling in that, I think. Denham agrees that it s the best thing I ve done." "You ve read it to Ralph Denham?" Katharine inquired, with surprise. "He s a better judge than I... | if the beauty of a drama depended upon the variety of measures in which the personages speak, Rodney s plays must have challenged the works of Shakespeare. Katharine s ignorance of Shakespeare did not prevent her from feeling fairly certain that plays should not produce a sense of chill stupor in the audience, such as ... | and his face had more than ever the appearance of being covered with a thin crackling skin, through which every flush of his volatile blood showed itself instantly. By this time he had shaped so many sentences and rejected them, felt so many impulses and subdued them, that he was a uniform scarlet. "You may say you don... | Katharine had prepared a little speech. "That seems to me extremely well written, William; although, of course, I don t know enough to criticize in detail." "But it s the skill that strikes you not the emotion?" "In a fragment like that, of course, the skill strikes one most." "But perhaps have you time to listen to on... | Night And Day |
she said, forgetting that she had not meant to speak in this way. | No speaker | much of me altogether, William,"<|quote|>she said, forgetting that she had not meant to speak in this way.</|quote|>"No, Katharine, I don t," | was touched. "You think too much of me altogether, William,"<|quote|>she said, forgetting that she had not meant to speak in this way.</|quote|>"No, Katharine, I don t," he replied, replacing his manuscript | wouldn t know about. And I d rather yes, I really believe I d rather you thought well of my writing than any one in the world." This was so genuine a tribute to his trust in her that Katharine was touched. "You think too much of me altogether, William,"<|quote|>she said, forgetting that she had not meant to speak in th... | where feeling is concerned. I had you in my mind often when I was writing those scenes. I kept asking myself, Now is this the sort of thing Katharine would like? I always think of you when I m writing, Katharine, even when it s the sort of thing you wouldn t know about. And I d rather yes, I really believe I d rather y... | have you time to listen to one more short piece? the scene between the lovers? There s some real feeling in that, I think. Denham agrees that it s the best thing I ve done." "You ve read it to Ralph Denham?" Katharine inquired, with surprise. "He s a better judge than I am. What did he say?" "My dear Katharine," Rodney... | the variety of measures in which the personages speak, Rodney s plays must have challenged the works of Shakespeare. Katharine s ignorance of Shakespeare did not prevent her from feeling fairly certain that plays should not produce a sense of chill stupor in the audience, such as overcame her as the lines flowed on, so... | appearance of being covered with a thin crackling skin, through which every flush of his volatile blood showed itself instantly. By this time he had shaped so many sentences and rejected them, felt so many impulses and subdued them, that he was a uniform scarlet. "You may say you don t read books," he remarked, "but, a... | frowned. Her attention was only aroused again when Rodney raised his finger a sign, she knew, that the meter was about to change. His theory was that every mood has its meter. His mastery of meters was very great; and, if the beauty of a drama depended upon the variety of measures in which the personages speak, Rodney ... | Night And Day |
"No, Katharine, I don t," | William Rodney | to speak in this way.<|quote|>"No, Katharine, I don t,"</|quote|>he replied, replacing his manuscript | that she had not meant to speak in this way.<|quote|>"No, Katharine, I don t,"</|quote|>he replied, replacing his manuscript in the drawer. "It does | d rather you thought well of my writing than any one in the world." This was so genuine a tribute to his trust in her that Katharine was touched. "You think too much of me altogether, William," she said, forgetting that she had not meant to speak in this way.<|quote|>"No, Katharine, I don t,"</|quote|>he replied, repla... | was writing those scenes. I kept asking myself, Now is this the sort of thing Katharine would like? I always think of you when I m writing, Katharine, even when it s the sort of thing you wouldn t know about. And I d rather yes, I really believe I d rather you thought well of my writing than any one in the world." This... | the lovers? There s some real feeling in that, I think. Denham agrees that it s the best thing I ve done." "You ve read it to Ralph Denham?" Katharine inquired, with surprise. "He s a better judge than I am. What did he say?" "My dear Katharine," Rodney exclaimed, "I don t ask you for criticism, as I should ask a schol... | have challenged the works of Shakespeare. Katharine s ignorance of Shakespeare did not prevent her from feeling fairly certain that plays should not produce a sense of chill stupor in the audience, such as overcame her as the lines flowed on, sometimes long and sometimes short, but always delivered with the same lilt o... | of his volatile blood showed itself instantly. By this time he had shaped so many sentences and rejected them, felt so many impulses and subdued them, that he was a uniform scarlet. "You may say you don t read books," he remarked, "but, all the same, you know about them. Besides, who wants you to be learned? Leave that... | Shakespeare. Katharine s ignorance of Shakespeare did not prevent her from feeling fairly certain that plays should not produce a sense of chill stupor in the audience, such as overcame her as the lines flowed on, sometimes long and sometimes short, but always delivered with the same lilt of voice, which seemed to nail... | Night And Day |
he replied, replacing his manuscript in the drawer. | No speaker | "No, Katharine, I don t,"<|quote|>he replied, replacing his manuscript in the drawer.</|quote|>"It does me good to | to speak in this way. "No, Katharine, I don t,"<|quote|>he replied, replacing his manuscript in the drawer.</|quote|>"It does me good to think of you." So quiet | of my writing than any one in the world." This was so genuine a tribute to his trust in her that Katharine was touched. "You think too much of me altogether, William," she said, forgetting that she had not meant to speak in this way. "No, Katharine, I don t,"<|quote|>he replied, replacing his manuscript in the drawer.<... | kept asking myself, Now is this the sort of thing Katharine would like? I always think of you when I m writing, Katharine, even when it s the sort of thing you wouldn t know about. And I d rather yes, I really believe I d rather you thought well of my writing than any one in the world." This was so genuine a tribute to... | real feeling in that, I think. Denham agrees that it s the best thing I ve done." "You ve read it to Ralph Denham?" Katharine inquired, with surprise. "He s a better judge than I am. What did he say?" "My dear Katharine," Rodney exclaimed, "I don t ask you for criticism, as I should ask a scholar. I dare say there are ... | Shakespeare. Katharine s ignorance of Shakespeare did not prevent her from feeling fairly certain that plays should not produce a sense of chill stupor in the audience, such as overcame her as the lines flowed on, sometimes long and sometimes short, but always delivered with the same lilt of voice, which seemed to nail... | itself instantly. By this time he had shaped so many sentences and rejected them, felt so many impulses and subdued them, that he was a uniform scarlet. "You may say you don t read books," he remarked, "but, all the same, you know about them. Besides, who wants you to be learned? Leave that to the poor devils who ve go... | it s the skill that strikes you not the emotion?" "In a fragment like that, of course, the skill strikes one most." "But perhaps have you time to listen to one more short piece? the scene between the lovers? There s some real feeling in that, I think. Denham agrees that it s the best thing I ve done." "You ve read it t... | Night And Day |
"It does me good to think of you." | William Rodney | his manuscript in the drawer.<|quote|>"It does me good to think of you."</|quote|>So quiet an answer, followed | don t," he replied, replacing his manuscript in the drawer.<|quote|>"It does me good to think of you."</|quote|>So quiet an answer, followed as it was by no | world." This was so genuine a tribute to his trust in her that Katharine was touched. "You think too much of me altogether, William," she said, forgetting that she had not meant to speak in this way. "No, Katharine, I don t," he replied, replacing his manuscript in the drawer.<|quote|>"It does me good to think of you."... | of thing Katharine would like? I always think of you when I m writing, Katharine, even when it s the sort of thing you wouldn t know about. And I d rather yes, I really believe I d rather you thought well of my writing than any one in the world." This was so genuine a tribute to his trust in her that Katharine was touc... | that it s the best thing I ve done." "You ve read it to Ralph Denham?" Katharine inquired, with surprise. "He s a better judge than I am. What did he say?" "My dear Katharine," Rodney exclaimed, "I don t ask you for criticism, as I should ask a scholar. I dare say there are only five men in England whose opinion of my ... | prevent her from feeling fairly certain that plays should not produce a sense of chill stupor in the audience, such as overcame her as the lines flowed on, sometimes long and sometimes short, but always delivered with the same lilt of voice, which seemed to nail each line firmly on to the same spot in the hearer s brai... | so many sentences and rejected them, felt so many impulses and subdued them, that he was a uniform scarlet. "You may say you don t read books," he remarked, "but, all the same, you know about them. Besides, who wants you to be learned? Leave that to the poor devils who ve got nothing better to do. You you ahem!" "Well,... | Shakespeare. Katharine s ignorance of Shakespeare did not prevent her from feeling fairly certain that plays should not produce a sense of chill stupor in the audience, such as overcame her as the lines flowed on, sometimes long and sometimes short, but always delivered with the same lilt of voice, which seemed to nail... | Night And Day |
So quiet an answer, followed as it was by no expression of love, but merely by the statement that if she must go he would take her to the Strand, and would, if she could wait a moment, change his dressing-gown for a coat, moved her to the warmest feeling of affection for him that she had yet experienced. While he chang... | No speaker | good to think of you."<|quote|>So quiet an answer, followed as it was by no expression of love, but merely by the statement that if she must go he would take her to the Strand, and would, if she could wait a moment, change his dressing-gown for a coat, moved her to the warmest feeling of affection for him that she had ... | the drawer. "It does me good to think of you."<|quote|>So quiet an answer, followed as it was by no expression of love, but merely by the statement that if she must go he would take her to the Strand, and would, if she could wait a moment, change his dressing-gown for a coat, moved her to the warmest feeling of affecti... | his trust in her that Katharine was touched. "You think too much of me altogether, William," she said, forgetting that she had not meant to speak in this way. "No, Katharine, I don t," he replied, replacing his manuscript in the drawer. "It does me good to think of you."<|quote|>So quiet an answer, followed as it was b... | of you when I m writing, Katharine, even when it s the sort of thing you wouldn t know about. And I d rather yes, I really believe I d rather you thought well of my writing than any one in the world." This was so genuine a tribute to his trust in her that Katharine was touched. "You think too much of me altogether, Wil... | done." "You ve read it to Ralph Denham?" Katharine inquired, with surprise. "He s a better judge than I am. What did he say?" "My dear Katharine," Rodney exclaimed, "I don t ask you for criticism, as I should ask a scholar. I dare say there are only five men in England whose opinion of my work matters a straw to me. Bu... | should not produce a sense of chill stupor in the audience, such as overcame her as the lines flowed on, sometimes long and sometimes short, but always delivered with the same lilt of voice, which seemed to nail each line firmly on to the same spot in the hearer s brain. Still, she reflected, these sorts of skill are a... | many impulses and subdued them, that he was a uniform scarlet. "You may say you don t read books," he remarked, "but, all the same, you know about them. Besides, who wants you to be learned? Leave that to the poor devils who ve got nothing better to do. You you ahem!" "Well, then, why don t you read me something before... | each line firmly on to the same spot in the hearer s brain. Still, she reflected, these sorts of skill are almost exclusively masculine; women neither practice them nor know how to value them; and one s husband s proficiency in this direction might legitimately increase one s respect for him, since mystification is no ... | Night And Day |
"William," | Katharine Hilbery | replacing it in the bookshelf.<|quote|>"William,"</|quote|>she said, speaking rather faintly | book she was holding, and replacing it in the bookshelf.<|quote|>"William,"</|quote|>she said, speaking rather faintly at first, like one sending | waves on the shore. But the sands of her liberation were running fast; even through the forest branches came sounds of Rodney moving things on his dressing-table; and Katharine woke herself from this excursion by shutting the cover of the book she was holding, and replacing it in the bookshelf.<|quote|>"William,"</|quo... | acceptance of facts. She met no acquaintance there, as Denham did, miraculously transfigured; she played no heroic part. But there certainly she loved some magnanimous hero, and as they swept together among the leaf-hung trees of an unknown world, they shared the feelings which came fresh and fast as the waves on the s... | the things one might have felt, had there been cause; the perfect happiness of which here we taste the fragment; the beauty seen here in flying glimpses only. No doubt much of the furniture of this world was drawn directly from the past, and even from the England of the Elizabethan age. However the embellishment of thi... | manuscript in the drawer. "It does me good to think of you." So quiet an answer, followed as it was by no expression of love, but merely by the statement that if she must go he would take her to the Strand, and would, if she could wait a moment, change his dressing-gown for a coat, moved her to the warmest feeling of a... | of Shakespeare did not prevent her from feeling fairly certain that plays should not produce a sense of chill stupor in the audience, such as overcame her as the lines flowed on, sometimes long and sometimes short, but always delivered with the same lilt of voice, which seemed to nail each line firmly on to the same sp... | had you in my mind often when I was writing those scenes. I kept asking myself, Now is this the sort of thing Katharine would like? I always think of you when I m writing, Katharine, even when it s the sort of thing you wouldn t know about. And I d rather yes, I really believe I d rather you thought well of my writing ... | Night And Day |
she said, speaking rather faintly at first, like one sending a voice from sleep to reach the living. | No speaker | it in the bookshelf. "William,"<|quote|>she said, speaking rather faintly at first, like one sending a voice from sleep to reach the living.</|quote|>"William," she repeated firmly, "if | she was holding, and replacing it in the bookshelf. "William,"<|quote|>she said, speaking rather faintly at first, like one sending a voice from sleep to reach the living.</|quote|>"William," she repeated firmly, "if you still want me to | on the shore. But the sands of her liberation were running fast; even through the forest branches came sounds of Rodney moving things on his dressing-table; and Katharine woke herself from this excursion by shutting the cover of the book she was holding, and replacing it in the bookshelf. "William,"<|quote|>she said, s... | of facts. She met no acquaintance there, as Denham did, miraculously transfigured; she played no heroic part. But there certainly she loved some magnanimous hero, and as they swept together among the leaf-hung trees of an unknown world, they shared the feelings which came fresh and fast as the waves on the shore. But t... | things one might have felt, had there been cause; the perfect happiness of which here we taste the fragment; the beauty seen here in flying glimpses only. No doubt much of the furniture of this world was drawn directly from the past, and even from the England of the Elizabethan age. However the embellishment of this im... | in the drawer. "It does me good to think of you." So quiet an answer, followed as it was by no expression of love, but merely by the statement that if she must go he would take her to the Strand, and would, if she could wait a moment, change his dressing-gown for a coat, moved her to the warmest feeling of affection fo... | Shakespeare did not prevent her from feeling fairly certain that plays should not produce a sense of chill stupor in the audience, such as overcame her as the lines flowed on, sometimes long and sometimes short, but always delivered with the same lilt of voice, which seemed to nail each line firmly on to the same spot ... | she would marry Rodney. How could one avoid it? How could one find fault with it? Here she sighed, and, putting the thought of marriage away, fell into a dream state, in which she became another person, and the whole world seemed changed. Being a frequent visitor to that world, she could find her way there unhesitating... | Night And Day |
"William," | Katharine Hilbery | sleep to reach the living.<|quote|>"William,"</|quote|>she repeated firmly, "if you | one sending a voice from sleep to reach the living.<|quote|>"William,"</|quote|>she repeated firmly, "if you still want me to marry | sounds of Rodney moving things on his dressing-table; and Katharine woke herself from this excursion by shutting the cover of the book she was holding, and replacing it in the bookshelf. "William," she said, speaking rather faintly at first, like one sending a voice from sleep to reach the living.<|quote|>"William,"</|... | there certainly she loved some magnanimous hero, and as they swept together among the leaf-hung trees of an unknown world, they shared the feelings which came fresh and fast as the waves on the shore. But the sands of her liberation were running fast; even through the forest branches came sounds of Rodney moving things... | fragment; the beauty seen here in flying glimpses only. No doubt much of the furniture of this world was drawn directly from the past, and even from the England of the Elizabethan age. However the embellishment of this imaginary world might change, two qualities were constant in it. It was a place where feelings were l... | was by no expression of love, but merely by the statement that if she must go he would take her to the Strand, and would, if she could wait a moment, change his dressing-gown for a coat, moved her to the warmest feeling of affection for him that she had yet experienced. While he changed in the next room, she stood by t... | stupor in the audience, such as overcame her as the lines flowed on, sometimes long and sometimes short, but always delivered with the same lilt of voice, which seemed to nail each line firmly on to the same spot in the hearer s brain. Still, she reflected, these sorts of skill are almost exclusively masculine; women n... | sort of thing you wouldn t know about. And I d rather yes, I really believe I d rather you thought well of my writing than any one in the world." This was so genuine a tribute to his trust in her that Katharine was touched. "You think too much of me altogether, William," she said, forgetting that she had not meant to s... | Night And Day |
she repeated firmly, | No speaker | to reach the living. "William,"<|quote|>she repeated firmly,</|quote|>"if you still want me | sending a voice from sleep to reach the living. "William,"<|quote|>she repeated firmly,</|quote|>"if you still want me to marry you, I will." | of Rodney moving things on his dressing-table; and Katharine woke herself from this excursion by shutting the cover of the book she was holding, and replacing it in the bookshelf. "William," she said, speaking rather faintly at first, like one sending a voice from sleep to reach the living. "William,"<|quote|>she repea... | certainly she loved some magnanimous hero, and as they swept together among the leaf-hung trees of an unknown world, they shared the feelings which came fresh and fast as the waves on the shore. But the sands of her liberation were running fast; even through the forest branches came sounds of Rodney moving things on hi... | the beauty seen here in flying glimpses only. No doubt much of the furniture of this world was drawn directly from the past, and even from the England of the Elizabethan age. However the embellishment of this imaginary world might change, two qualities were constant in it. It was a place where feelings were liberated f... | by no expression of love, but merely by the statement that if she must go he would take her to the Strand, and would, if she could wait a moment, change his dressing-gown for a coat, moved her to the warmest feeling of affection for him that she had yet experienced. While he changed in the next room, she stood by the b... | in the audience, such as overcame her as the lines flowed on, sometimes long and sometimes short, but always delivered with the same lilt of voice, which seemed to nail each line firmly on to the same spot in the hearer s brain. Still, she reflected, these sorts of skill are almost exclusively masculine; women neither ... | where feeling is concerned. I had you in my mind often when I was writing those scenes. I kept asking myself, Now is this the sort of thing Katharine would like? I always think of you when I m writing, Katharine, even when it s the sort of thing you wouldn t know about. And I d rather yes, I really believe I d rather y... | Night And Day |
"if you still want me to marry you, I will." | Katharine Hilbery | living. "William," she repeated firmly,<|quote|>"if you still want me to marry you, I will."</|quote|>Perhaps it was that no | from sleep to reach the living. "William," she repeated firmly,<|quote|>"if you still want me to marry you, I will."</|quote|>Perhaps it was that no man could expect to have | things on his dressing-table; and Katharine woke herself from this excursion by shutting the cover of the book she was holding, and replacing it in the bookshelf. "William," she said, speaking rather faintly at first, like one sending a voice from sleep to reach the living. "William," she repeated firmly,<|quote|>"if y... | some magnanimous hero, and as they swept together among the leaf-hung trees of an unknown world, they shared the feelings which came fresh and fast as the waves on the shore. But the sands of her liberation were running fast; even through the forest branches came sounds of Rodney moving things on his dressing-table; an... | here in flying glimpses only. No doubt much of the furniture of this world was drawn directly from the past, and even from the England of the Elizabethan age. However the embellishment of this imaginary world might change, two qualities were constant in it. It was a place where feelings were liberated from the constrai... | of love, but merely by the statement that if she must go he would take her to the Strand, and would, if she could wait a moment, change his dressing-gown for a coat, moved her to the warmest feeling of affection for him that she had yet experienced. While he changed in the next room, she stood by the bookcase, taking d... | such as overcame her as the lines flowed on, sometimes long and sometimes short, but always delivered with the same lilt of voice, which seemed to nail each line firmly on to the same spot in the hearer s brain. Still, she reflected, these sorts of skill are almost exclusively masculine; women neither practice them nor... | "It does me good to think of you." So quiet an answer, followed as it was by no expression of love, but merely by the statement that if she must go he would take her to the Strand, and would, if she could wait a moment, change his dressing-gown for a coat, moved her to the warmest feeling of affection for him that she ... | Night And Day |
Perhaps it was that no man could expect to have the most momentous question of his life settled in a voice so level, so toneless, so devoid of joy or energy. At any rate William made no answer. She waited stoically. A moment later he stepped briskly from his dressing-room, and observed that if she wanted to buy more oy... | No speaker | to marry you, I will."<|quote|>Perhaps it was that no man could expect to have the most momentous question of his life settled in a voice so level, so toneless, so devoid of joy or energy. At any rate William made no answer. She waited stoically. A moment later he stepped briskly from his dressing-room, and observed th... | "if you still want me to marry you, I will."<|quote|>Perhaps it was that no man could expect to have the most momentous question of his life settled in a voice so level, so toneless, so devoid of joy or energy. At any rate William made no answer. She waited stoically. A moment later he stepped briskly from his dressing... | excursion by shutting the cover of the book she was holding, and replacing it in the bookshelf. "William," she said, speaking rather faintly at first, like one sending a voice from sleep to reach the living. "William," she repeated firmly, "if you still want me to marry you, I will."<|quote|>Perhaps it was that no man ... | leaf-hung trees of an unknown world, they shared the feelings which came fresh and fast as the waves on the shore. But the sands of her liberation were running fast; even through the forest branches came sounds of Rodney moving things on his dressing-table; and Katharine woke herself from this excursion by shutting the... | furniture of this world was drawn directly from the past, and even from the England of the Elizabethan age. However the embellishment of this imaginary world might change, two qualities were constant in it. It was a place where feelings were liberated from the constraint which the real world puts upon them; and the pro... | must go he would take her to the Strand, and would, if she could wait a moment, change his dressing-gown for a coat, moved her to the warmest feeling of affection for him that she had yet experienced. While he changed in the next room, she stood by the bookcase, taking down books and opening them, but reading nothing o... | long and sometimes short, but always delivered with the same lilt of voice, which seemed to nail each line firmly on to the same spot in the hearer s brain. Still, she reflected, these sorts of skill are almost exclusively masculine; women neither practice them nor know how to value them; and one s husband s proficienc... | for a coat, moved her to the warmest feeling of affection for him that she had yet experienced. While he changed in the next room, she stood by the bookcase, taking down books and opening them, but reading nothing on their pages. She felt certain that she would marry Rodney. How could one avoid it? How could one find f... | Night And Day |
"Is Mr. Hilbery at home, or Mrs. Hilbery?" | Ralph Denham | and her husband." CHAPTER XII<|quote|>"Is Mr. Hilbery at home, or Mrs. Hilbery?"</|quote|>Denham asked, of the parlor-maid | what I ask for Katharine and her husband." CHAPTER XII<|quote|>"Is Mr. Hilbery at home, or Mrs. Hilbery?"</|quote|>Denham asked, of the parlor-maid in Chelsea, a week later. | any more, does one? One hasn t any advice to give one s children. One can only hope that they will have the same vision and the same power to believe, without which life would be so meaningless. That is what I ask for Katharine and her husband." CHAPTER XII<|quote|>"Is Mr. Hilbery at home, or Mrs. Hilbery?"</|quote|>De... | stretching out my hands for another present from the great Fairy Tree whose boughs are still hung with enchanting toys, though they are rarer now, perhaps, and between the branches one sees no longer the blue sky, but the stars and the tops of the mountains." "One doesn t know any more, does one? One hasn t any advice ... | things because it s Katharine. And now I ve written this, it comes over me that, of course, all the time, Katharine has what he hasn t. She does command, she isn t nervous; it comes naturally to her to rule and control. It s time that she should give all this to some one who will need her when we aren t there, save in ... | whose life s been a failure, and now is nearly over, and age is so cruel? But Katharine said to me, I am happy. I m very happy. And then I thought, though it all seemed so desperately dismal at the time, Katharine had said she was happy, and I should have a son, and it would all turn out so much more wonderfully than I... | his dressing-room, and observed that if she wanted to buy more oysters he thought he knew where they could find a fishmonger s shop still open. She breathed deeply a sigh of relief. Extract from a letter sent a few days later by Mrs. Hilbery to her sister-in-law, Mrs. Milvain: "... How stupid of me to forget the name i... | am happy. I m very happy. And then I thought, though it all seemed so desperately dismal at the time, Katharine had said she was happy, and I should have a son, and it would all turn out so much more wonderfully than I could possibly imagine, for though the sermons don t say so, I do believe the world is meant for us t... | Night And Day |
Denham asked, of the parlor-maid in Chelsea, a week later. | No speaker | at home, or Mrs. Hilbery?"<|quote|>Denham asked, of the parlor-maid in Chelsea, a week later.</|quote|>"No, sir. But Miss Hilbery | CHAPTER XII "Is Mr. Hilbery at home, or Mrs. Hilbery?"<|quote|>Denham asked, of the parlor-maid in Chelsea, a week later.</|quote|>"No, sir. But Miss Hilbery is at home," the girl | advice to give one s children. One can only hope that they will have the same vision and the same power to believe, without which life would be so meaningless. That is what I ask for Katharine and her husband." CHAPTER XII "Is Mr. Hilbery at home, or Mrs. Hilbery?"<|quote|>Denham asked, of the parlor-maid in Chelsea, a... | the great Fairy Tree whose boughs are still hung with enchanting toys, though they are rarer now, perhaps, and between the branches one sees no longer the blue sky, but the stars and the tops of the mountains." "One doesn t know any more, does one? One hasn t any advice to give one s children. One can only hope that th... | ve written this, it comes over me that, of course, all the time, Katharine has what he hasn t. She does command, she isn t nervous; it comes naturally to her to rule and control. It s time that she should give all this to some one who will need her when we aren t there, save in our spirits, for whatever people say, I m... | is nearly over, and age is so cruel? But Katharine said to me, I am happy. I m very happy. And then I thought, though it all seemed so desperately dismal at the time, Katharine had said she was happy, and I should have a son, and it would all turn out so much more wonderfully than I could possibly imagine, for though t... | to buy more oysters he thought he knew where they could find a fishmonger s shop still open. She breathed deeply a sigh of relief. Extract from a letter sent a few days later by Mrs. Hilbery to her sister-in-law, Mrs. Milvain: "... How stupid of me to forget the name in my telegram. Such a nice, rich, English name, too... | And then she told me how, after all, she had made up her mind. She had written. She expected him to-morrow. At first I wasn t glad at all. I didn t want her to marry any one; but when she said, It will make no difference. I shall always care for you and father most, then I saw how selfish I was, and I told her she must... | Night And Day |
the girl answered. Ralph had anticipated many answers, but not this one, and now it was unexpectedly made plain to him that it was the chance of seeing Katharine that had brought him all the way to Chelsea on pretence of seeing her father. He made some show of considering the matter, and was taken upstairs to the drawi... | No speaker | Miss Hilbery is at home,"<|quote|>the girl answered. Ralph had anticipated many answers, but not this one, and now it was unexpectedly made plain to him that it was the chance of seeing Katharine that had brought him all the way to Chelsea on pretence of seeing her father. He made some show of considering the matter, a... | week later. "No, sir. But Miss Hilbery is at home,"<|quote|>the girl answered. Ralph had anticipated many answers, but not this one, and now it was unexpectedly made plain to him that it was the chance of seeing Katharine that had brought him all the way to Chelsea on pretence of seeing her father. He made some show of... | the same power to believe, without which life would be so meaningless. That is what I ask for Katharine and her husband." CHAPTER XII "Is Mr. Hilbery at home, or Mrs. Hilbery?" Denham asked, of the parlor-maid in Chelsea, a week later. "No, sir. But Miss Hilbery is at home,"<|quote|>the girl answered. Ralph had anticip... | and between the branches one sees no longer the blue sky, but the stars and the tops of the mountains." "One doesn t know any more, does one? One hasn t any advice to give one s children. One can only hope that they will have the same vision and the same power to believe, without which life would be so meaningless. Tha... | t. She does command, she isn t nervous; it comes naturally to her to rule and control. It s time that she should give all this to some one who will need her when we aren t there, save in our spirits, for whatever people say, I m sure I shall come back to this wonderful world where one s been so happy and so miserable, ... | very happy. And then I thought, though it all seemed so desperately dismal at the time, Katharine had said she was happy, and I should have a son, and it would all turn out so much more wonderfully than I could possibly imagine, for though the sermons don t say so, I do believe the world is meant for us to be happy in.... | She breathed deeply a sigh of relief. Extract from a letter sent a few days later by Mrs. Hilbery to her sister-in-law, Mrs. Milvain: "... How stupid of me to forget the name in my telegram. Such a nice, rich, English name, too, and, in addition, he has all the graces of intellect; he has read literally _everything_. I... | as one always hoped it would turn out, why then can one do nothing but cry, nothing but feel a desolate old woman whose life s been a failure, and now is nearly over, and age is so cruel? But Katharine said to me, I am happy. I m very happy. And then I thought, though it all seemed so desperately dismal at the time, Ka... | Night And Day |
"My father is out," | Katharine Hilbery | hoping to find her father.<|quote|>"My father is out,"</|quote|>she replied. "But if you | visitors. Ralph said something about hoping to find her father.<|quote|>"My father is out,"</|quote|>she replied. "But if you can wait, I expect him | crossed before reaching the round table in the middle of the room, with its frail burden of silver trays and china teacups. But this time Katharine was there by herself; the volume in her hand showed that she expected no visitors. Ralph said something about hoping to find her father.<|quote|>"My father is out,"</|quote... | upstairs to the drawing-room. As upon that first occasion, some weeks ago, the door closed as if it were a thousand doors softly excluding the world; and once more Ralph received an impression of a room full of deep shadows, firelight, unwavering silver candle flames, and empty spaces to be crossed before reaching the ... | without which life would be so meaningless. That is what I ask for Katharine and her husband." CHAPTER XII "Is Mr. Hilbery at home, or Mrs. Hilbery?" Denham asked, of the parlor-maid in Chelsea, a week later. "No, sir. But Miss Hilbery is at home," the girl answered. Ralph had anticipated many answers, but not this one... | instincts, I m sure, and though he seems nervous and his manner is not commanding, I only think these things because it s Katharine. And now I ve written this, it comes over me that, of course, all the time, Katharine has what he hasn t. She does command, she isn t nervous; it comes naturally to her to rule and control... | s birthday just over), Why should I lay my troubles on _her?_ But my little self-control had its reward, for next moment she tapped at the door and came in, and sat on the rug, and though we neither of us said anything, I felt so happy all of a second that I couldn t help crying, Oh, Katharine, when you come to my age,... | commanding, I only think these things because it s Katharine. And now I ve written this, it comes over me that, of course, all the time, Katharine has what he hasn t. She does command, she isn t nervous; it comes naturally to her to rule and control. It s time that she should give all this to some one who will need her... | Night And Day |
she replied. | No speaker | father. "My father is out,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"But if you can wait, | about hoping to find her father. "My father is out,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"But if you can wait, I expect him soon." It | round table in the middle of the room, with its frail burden of silver trays and china teacups. But this time Katharine was there by herself; the volume in her hand showed that she expected no visitors. Ralph said something about hoping to find her father. "My father is out,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"But if you c... | As upon that first occasion, some weeks ago, the door closed as if it were a thousand doors softly excluding the world; and once more Ralph received an impression of a room full of deep shadows, firelight, unwavering silver candle flames, and empty spaces to be crossed before reaching the round table in the middle of t... | be so meaningless. That is what I ask for Katharine and her husband." CHAPTER XII "Is Mr. Hilbery at home, or Mrs. Hilbery?" Denham asked, of the parlor-maid in Chelsea, a week later. "No, sir. But Miss Hilbery is at home," the girl answered. Ralph had anticipated many answers, but not this one, and now it was unexpect... | and though he seems nervous and his manner is not commanding, I only think these things because it s Katharine. And now I ve written this, it comes over me that, of course, all the time, Katharine has what he hasn t. She does command, she isn t nervous; it comes naturally to her to rule and control. It s time that she ... | Why should I lay my troubles on _her?_ But my little self-control had its reward, for next moment she tapped at the door and came in, and sat on the rug, and though we neither of us said anything, I felt so happy all of a second that I couldn t help crying, Oh, Katharine, when you come to my age, how I hope you ll have... | nervous and his manner is not commanding, I only think these things because it s Katharine. And now I ve written this, it comes over me that, of course, all the time, Katharine has what he hasn t. She does command, she isn t nervous; it comes naturally to her to rule and control. It s time that she should give all this... | Night And Day |
"But if you can wait, I expect him soon." | Katharine Hilbery | father is out," she replied.<|quote|>"But if you can wait, I expect him soon."</|quote|>It might have been due | to find her father. "My father is out," she replied.<|quote|>"But if you can wait, I expect him soon."</|quote|>It might have been due merely to politeness, but Ralph | in the middle of the room, with its frail burden of silver trays and china teacups. But this time Katharine was there by herself; the volume in her hand showed that she expected no visitors. Ralph said something about hoping to find her father. "My father is out," she replied.<|quote|>"But if you can wait, I expect him... | that first occasion, some weeks ago, the door closed as if it were a thousand doors softly excluding the world; and once more Ralph received an impression of a room full of deep shadows, firelight, unwavering silver candle flames, and empty spaces to be crossed before reaching the round table in the middle of the room,... | meaningless. That is what I ask for Katharine and her husband." CHAPTER XII "Is Mr. Hilbery at home, or Mrs. Hilbery?" Denham asked, of the parlor-maid in Chelsea, a week later. "No, sir. But Miss Hilbery is at home," the girl answered. Ralph had anticipated many answers, but not this one, and now it was unexpectedly m... | he seems nervous and his manner is not commanding, I only think these things because it s Katharine. And now I ve written this, it comes over me that, of course, all the time, Katharine has what he hasn t. She does command, she isn t nervous; it comes naturally to her to rule and control. It s time that she should give... | I lay my troubles on _her?_ But my little self-control had its reward, for next moment she tapped at the door and came in, and sat on the rug, and though we neither of us said anything, I felt so happy all of a second that I couldn t help crying, Oh, Katharine, when you come to my age, how I hope you ll have a daughter... | desolate old woman whose life s been a failure, and now is nearly over, and age is so cruel? But Katharine said to me, I am happy. I m very happy. And then I thought, though it all seemed so desperately dismal at the time, Katharine had said she was happy, and I should have a son, and it would all turn out so much more... | Night And Day |
It might have been due merely to politeness, but Ralph felt that she received him almost with cordiality. Perhaps she was bored by drinking tea and reading a book all alone; at any rate, she tossed the book on to a sofa with a gesture of relief. | No speaker | wait, I expect him soon."<|quote|>It might have been due merely to politeness, but Ralph felt that she received him almost with cordiality. Perhaps she was bored by drinking tea and reading a book all alone; at any rate, she tossed the book on to a sofa with a gesture of relief.</|quote|>"Is that one of the | replied. "But if you can wait, I expect him soon."<|quote|>It might have been due merely to politeness, but Ralph felt that she received him almost with cordiality. Perhaps she was bored by drinking tea and reading a book all alone; at any rate, she tossed the book on to a sofa with a gesture of relief.</|quote|>"Is th... | burden of silver trays and china teacups. But this time Katharine was there by herself; the volume in her hand showed that she expected no visitors. Ralph said something about hoping to find her father. "My father is out," she replied. "But if you can wait, I expect him soon."<|quote|>It might have been due merely to p... | as if it were a thousand doors softly excluding the world; and once more Ralph received an impression of a room full of deep shadows, firelight, unwavering silver candle flames, and empty spaces to be crossed before reaching the round table in the middle of the room, with its frail burden of silver trays and china teac... | her husband." CHAPTER XII "Is Mr. Hilbery at home, or Mrs. Hilbery?" Denham asked, of the parlor-maid in Chelsea, a week later. "No, sir. But Miss Hilbery is at home," the girl answered. Ralph had anticipated many answers, but not this one, and now it was unexpectedly made plain to him that it was the chance of seeing ... | I only think these things because it s Katharine. And now I ve written this, it comes over me that, of course, all the time, Katharine has what he hasn t. She does command, she isn t nervous; it comes naturally to her to rule and control. It s time that she should give all this to some one who will need her when we are... | self-control had its reward, for next moment she tapped at the door and came in, and sat on the rug, and though we neither of us said anything, I felt so happy all of a second that I couldn t help crying, Oh, Katharine, when you come to my age, how I hope you ll have a daughter, too! You know how silent Katharine is. S... | power to believe, without which life would be so meaningless. That is what I ask for Katharine and her husband." CHAPTER XII "Is Mr. Hilbery at home, or Mrs. Hilbery?" Denham asked, of the parlor-maid in Chelsea, a week later. "No, sir. But Miss Hilbery is at home," the girl answered. Ralph had anticipated many answers... | Night And Day |
"Is that one of the moderns whom you despise?" | Ralph Denham | with a gesture of relief.<|quote|>"Is that one of the moderns whom you despise?"</|quote|>he asked, smiling at the | book on to a sofa with a gesture of relief.<|quote|>"Is that one of the moderns whom you despise?"</|quote|>he asked, smiling at the carelessness of her gesture. "Yes," | expect him soon." It might have been due merely to politeness, but Ralph felt that she received him almost with cordiality. Perhaps she was bored by drinking tea and reading a book all alone; at any rate, she tossed the book on to a sofa with a gesture of relief.<|quote|>"Is that one of the moderns whom you despise?"</... | with its frail burden of silver trays and china teacups. But this time Katharine was there by herself; the volume in her hand showed that she expected no visitors. Ralph said something about hoping to find her father. "My father is out," she replied. "But if you can wait, I expect him soon." It might have been due mere... | made plain to him that it was the chance of seeing Katharine that had brought him all the way to Chelsea on pretence of seeing her father. He made some show of considering the matter, and was taken upstairs to the drawing-room. As upon that first occasion, some weeks ago, the door closed as if it were a thousand doors ... | It s time that she should give all this to some one who will need her when we aren t there, save in our spirits, for whatever people say, I m sure I shall come back to this wonderful world where one s been so happy and so miserable, where, even now, I seem to see myself stretching out my hands for another present from ... | to my age, how I hope you ll have a daughter, too! You know how silent Katharine is. She was so silent, for such a long time, that in my foolish, nervous state I dreaded something, I don t quite know what. And then she told me how, after all, she had made up her mind. She had written. She expected him to-morrow. At fir... | come back to this wonderful world where one s been so happy and so miserable, where, even now, I seem to see myself stretching out my hands for another present from the great Fairy Tree whose boughs are still hung with enchanting toys, though they are rarer now, perhaps, and between the branches one sees no longer the ... | Night And Day |
he asked, smiling at the carelessness of her gesture. | No speaker | the moderns whom you despise?"<|quote|>he asked, smiling at the carelessness of her gesture.</|quote|>"Yes," she replied. "I think | relief. "Is that one of the moderns whom you despise?"<|quote|>he asked, smiling at the carelessness of her gesture.</|quote|>"Yes," she replied. "I think even you would despise him." | to politeness, but Ralph felt that she received him almost with cordiality. Perhaps she was bored by drinking tea and reading a book all alone; at any rate, she tossed the book on to a sofa with a gesture of relief. "Is that one of the moderns whom you despise?"<|quote|>he asked, smiling at the carelessness of her gest... | teacups. But this time Katharine was there by herself; the volume in her hand showed that she expected no visitors. Ralph said something about hoping to find her father. "My father is out," she replied. "But if you can wait, I expect him soon." It might have been due merely to politeness, but Ralph felt that she receiv... | of seeing Katharine that had brought him all the way to Chelsea on pretence of seeing her father. He made some show of considering the matter, and was taken upstairs to the drawing-room. As upon that first occasion, some weeks ago, the door closed as if it were a thousand doors softly excluding the world; and once more... | to some one who will need her when we aren t there, save in our spirits, for whatever people say, I m sure I shall come back to this wonderful world where one s been so happy and so miserable, where, even now, I seem to see myself stretching out my hands for another present from the great Fairy Tree whose boughs are st... | a daughter, too! You know how silent Katharine is. She was so silent, for such a long time, that in my foolish, nervous state I dreaded something, I don t quite know what. And then she told me how, after all, she had made up her mind. She had written. She expected him to-morrow. At first I wasn t glad at all. I didn t ... | she isn t nervous; it comes naturally to her to rule and control. It s time that she should give all this to some one who will need her when we aren t there, save in our spirits, for whatever people say, I m sure I shall come back to this wonderful world where one s been so happy and so miserable, where, even now, I se... | Night And Day |
"Yes," | Katharine Hilbery | the carelessness of her gesture.<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>she replied. "I think even | despise?" he asked, smiling at the carelessness of her gesture.<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>she replied. "I think even you would despise him." "Even | almost with cordiality. Perhaps she was bored by drinking tea and reading a book all alone; at any rate, she tossed the book on to a sofa with a gesture of relief. "Is that one of the moderns whom you despise?" he asked, smiling at the carelessness of her gesture.<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>she replied. "I think even you ... | the volume in her hand showed that she expected no visitors. Ralph said something about hoping to find her father. "My father is out," she replied. "But if you can wait, I expect him soon." It might have been due merely to politeness, but Ralph felt that she received him almost with cordiality. Perhaps she was bored by... | way to Chelsea on pretence of seeing her father. He made some show of considering the matter, and was taken upstairs to the drawing-room. As upon that first occasion, some weeks ago, the door closed as if it were a thousand doors softly excluding the world; and once more Ralph received an impression of a room full of d... | aren t there, save in our spirits, for whatever people say, I m sure I shall come back to this wonderful world where one s been so happy and so miserable, where, even now, I seem to see myself stretching out my hands for another present from the great Fairy Tree whose boughs are still hung with enchanting toys, though ... | She was so silent, for such a long time, that in my foolish, nervous state I dreaded something, I don t quite know what. And then she told me how, after all, she had made up her mind. She had written. She expected him to-morrow. At first I wasn t glad at all. I didn t want her to marry any one; but when she said, It wi... | will have the same vision and the same power to believe, without which life would be so meaningless. That is what I ask for Katharine and her husband." CHAPTER XII "Is Mr. Hilbery at home, or Mrs. Hilbery?" Denham asked, of the parlor-maid in Chelsea, a week later. "No, sir. But Miss Hilbery is at home," the girl answe... | Night And Day |
she replied. | No speaker | carelessness of her gesture. "Yes,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"I think even you would | he asked, smiling at the carelessness of her gesture. "Yes,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"I think even you would despise him." "Even I?" he | with cordiality. Perhaps she was bored by drinking tea and reading a book all alone; at any rate, she tossed the book on to a sofa with a gesture of relief. "Is that one of the moderns whom you despise?" he asked, smiling at the carelessness of her gesture. "Yes,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"I think even you would d... | volume in her hand showed that she expected no visitors. Ralph said something about hoping to find her father. "My father is out," she replied. "But if you can wait, I expect him soon." It might have been due merely to politeness, but Ralph felt that she received him almost with cordiality. Perhaps she was bored by dri... | to Chelsea on pretence of seeing her father. He made some show of considering the matter, and was taken upstairs to the drawing-room. As upon that first occasion, some weeks ago, the door closed as if it were a thousand doors softly excluding the world; and once more Ralph received an impression of a room full of deep ... | t there, save in our spirits, for whatever people say, I m sure I shall come back to this wonderful world where one s been so happy and so miserable, where, even now, I seem to see myself stretching out my hands for another present from the great Fairy Tree whose boughs are still hung with enchanting toys, though they ... | was so silent, for such a long time, that in my foolish, nervous state I dreaded something, I don t quite know what. And then she told me how, after all, she had made up her mind. She had written. She expected him to-morrow. At first I wasn t glad at all. I didn t want her to marry any one; but when she said, It will m... | and we should finish it as we had meant to. And, after all, it would be far more horrid if she didn t marry or suppose she married some one we couldn t endure? Suppose she had fallen in love with some one who was married already?" "And though one never thinks any one good enough for the people one s fond of, he has the... | Night And Day |
"I think even you would despise him." | Katharine Hilbery | her gesture. "Yes," she replied.<|quote|>"I think even you would despise him."</|quote|>"Even I?" he repeated. "Why | smiling at the carelessness of her gesture. "Yes," she replied.<|quote|>"I think even you would despise him."</|quote|>"Even I?" he repeated. "Why even I?" "You said you | Perhaps she was bored by drinking tea and reading a book all alone; at any rate, she tossed the book on to a sofa with a gesture of relief. "Is that one of the moderns whom you despise?" he asked, smiling at the carelessness of her gesture. "Yes," she replied.<|quote|>"I think even you would despise him."</|quote|>"Eve... | her hand showed that she expected no visitors. Ralph said something about hoping to find her father. "My father is out," she replied. "But if you can wait, I expect him soon." It might have been due merely to politeness, but Ralph felt that she received him almost with cordiality. Perhaps she was bored by drinking tea ... | on pretence of seeing her father. He made some show of considering the matter, and was taken upstairs to the drawing-room. As upon that first occasion, some weeks ago, the door closed as if it were a thousand doors softly excluding the world; and once more Ralph received an impression of a room full of deep shadows, fi... | save in our spirits, for whatever people say, I m sure I shall come back to this wonderful world where one s been so happy and so miserable, where, even now, I seem to see myself stretching out my hands for another present from the great Fairy Tree whose boughs are still hung with enchanting toys, though they are rarer... | silent, for such a long time, that in my foolish, nervous state I dreaded something, I don t quite know what. And then she told me how, after all, she had made up her mind. She had written. She expected him to-morrow. At first I wasn t glad at all. I didn t want her to marry any one; but when she said, It will make no ... | the girl answered. Ralph had anticipated many answers, but not this one, and now it was unexpectedly made plain to him that it was the chance of seeing Katharine that had brought him all the way to Chelsea on pretence of seeing her father. He made some show of considering the matter, and was taken upstairs to the drawi... | Night And Day |
"Even I?" | Ralph Denham | even you would despise him."<|quote|>"Even I?"</|quote|>he repeated. "Why even I?" | "Yes," she replied. "I think even you would despise him."<|quote|>"Even I?"</|quote|>he repeated. "Why even I?" "You said you liked modern | and reading a book all alone; at any rate, she tossed the book on to a sofa with a gesture of relief. "Is that one of the moderns whom you despise?" he asked, smiling at the carelessness of her gesture. "Yes," she replied. "I think even you would despise him."<|quote|>"Even I?"</|quote|>he repeated. "Why even I?" "You ... | visitors. Ralph said something about hoping to find her father. "My father is out," she replied. "But if you can wait, I expect him soon." It might have been due merely to politeness, but Ralph felt that she received him almost with cordiality. Perhaps she was bored by drinking tea and reading a book all alone; at any ... | made some show of considering the matter, and was taken upstairs to the drawing-room. As upon that first occasion, some weeks ago, the door closed as if it were a thousand doors softly excluding the world; and once more Ralph received an impression of a room full of deep shadows, firelight, unwavering silver candle fla... | say, I m sure I shall come back to this wonderful world where one s been so happy and so miserable, where, even now, I seem to see myself stretching out my hands for another present from the great Fairy Tree whose boughs are still hung with enchanting toys, though they are rarer now, perhaps, and between the branches o... | in my foolish, nervous state I dreaded something, I don t quite know what. And then she told me how, after all, she had made up her mind. She had written. She expected him to-morrow. At first I wasn t glad at all. I didn t want her to marry any one; but when she said, It will make no difference. I shall always care for... | t any advice to give one s children. One can only hope that they will have the same vision and the same power to believe, without which life would be so meaningless. That is what I ask for Katharine and her husband." CHAPTER XII "Is Mr. Hilbery at home, or Mrs. Hilbery?" Denham asked, of the parlor-maid in Chelsea, a w... | Night And Day |
he repeated. | No speaker | would despise him." "Even I?"<|quote|>he repeated.</|quote|>"Why even I?" "You said | replied. "I think even you would despise him." "Even I?"<|quote|>he repeated.</|quote|>"Why even I?" "You said you liked modern things; I | a book all alone; at any rate, she tossed the book on to a sofa with a gesture of relief. "Is that one of the moderns whom you despise?" he asked, smiling at the carelessness of her gesture. "Yes," she replied. "I think even you would despise him." "Even I?"<|quote|>he repeated.</|quote|>"Why even I?" "You said you lik... | said something about hoping to find her father. "My father is out," she replied. "But if you can wait, I expect him soon." It might have been due merely to politeness, but Ralph felt that she received him almost with cordiality. Perhaps she was bored by drinking tea and reading a book all alone; at any rate, she tossed... | show of considering the matter, and was taken upstairs to the drawing-room. As upon that first occasion, some weeks ago, the door closed as if it were a thousand doors softly excluding the world; and once more Ralph received an impression of a room full of deep shadows, firelight, unwavering silver candle flames, and e... | m sure I shall come back to this wonderful world where one s been so happy and so miserable, where, even now, I seem to see myself stretching out my hands for another present from the great Fairy Tree whose boughs are still hung with enchanting toys, though they are rarer now, perhaps, and between the branches one sees... | foolish, nervous state I dreaded something, I don t quite know what. And then she told me how, after all, she had made up her mind. She had written. She expected him to-morrow. At first I wasn t glad at all. I didn t want her to marry any one; but when she said, It will make no difference. I shall always care for you a... | great Fairy Tree whose boughs are still hung with enchanting toys, though they are rarer now, perhaps, and between the branches one sees no longer the blue sky, but the stars and the tops of the mountains." "One doesn t know any more, does one? One hasn t any advice to give one s children. One can only hope that they w... | Night And Day |
"Why even I?" | Ralph Denham | him." "Even I?" he repeated.<|quote|>"Why even I?"</|quote|>"You said you liked modern | think even you would despise him." "Even I?" he repeated.<|quote|>"Why even I?"</|quote|>"You said you liked modern things; I said I hated | all alone; at any rate, she tossed the book on to a sofa with a gesture of relief. "Is that one of the moderns whom you despise?" he asked, smiling at the carelessness of her gesture. "Yes," she replied. "I think even you would despise him." "Even I?" he repeated.<|quote|>"Why even I?"</|quote|>"You said you liked mode... | about hoping to find her father. "My father is out," she replied. "But if you can wait, I expect him soon." It might have been due merely to politeness, but Ralph felt that she received him almost with cordiality. Perhaps she was bored by drinking tea and reading a book all alone; at any rate, she tossed the book on to... | considering the matter, and was taken upstairs to the drawing-room. As upon that first occasion, some weeks ago, the door closed as if it were a thousand doors softly excluding the world; and once more Ralph received an impression of a room full of deep shadows, firelight, unwavering silver candle flames, and empty spa... | I shall come back to this wonderful world where one s been so happy and so miserable, where, even now, I seem to see myself stretching out my hands for another present from the great Fairy Tree whose boughs are still hung with enchanting toys, though they are rarer now, perhaps, and between the branches one sees no lon... | state I dreaded something, I don t quite know what. And then she told me how, after all, she had made up her mind. She had written. She expected him to-morrow. At first I wasn t glad at all. I didn t want her to marry any one; but when she said, It will make no difference. I shall always care for you and father most, t... | She does command, she isn t nervous; it comes naturally to her to rule and control. It s time that she should give all this to some one who will need her when we aren t there, save in our spirits, for whatever people say, I m sure I shall come back to this wonderful world where one s been so happy and so miserable, whe... | Night And Day |
"You said you liked modern things; I said I hated them." | Katharine Hilbery | he repeated. "Why even I?"<|quote|>"You said you liked modern things; I said I hated them."</|quote|>This was not a very | would despise him." "Even I?" he repeated. "Why even I?"<|quote|>"You said you liked modern things; I said I hated them."</|quote|>This was not a very accurate report of their conversation | any rate, she tossed the book on to a sofa with a gesture of relief. "Is that one of the moderns whom you despise?" he asked, smiling at the carelessness of her gesture. "Yes," she replied. "I think even you would despise him." "Even I?" he repeated. "Why even I?"<|quote|>"You said you liked modern things; I said I hat... | find her father. "My father is out," she replied. "But if you can wait, I expect him soon." It might have been due merely to politeness, but Ralph felt that she received him almost with cordiality. Perhaps she was bored by drinking tea and reading a book all alone; at any rate, she tossed the book on to a sofa with a g... | and was taken upstairs to the drawing-room. As upon that first occasion, some weeks ago, the door closed as if it were a thousand doors softly excluding the world; and once more Ralph received an impression of a room full of deep shadows, firelight, unwavering silver candle flames, and empty spaces to be crossed before... | back to this wonderful world where one s been so happy and so miserable, where, even now, I seem to see myself stretching out my hands for another present from the great Fairy Tree whose boughs are still hung with enchanting toys, though they are rarer now, perhaps, and between the branches one sees no longer the blue ... | something, I don t quite know what. And then she told me how, after all, she had made up her mind. She had written. She expected him to-morrow. At first I wasn t glad at all. I didn t want her to marry any one; but when she said, It will make no difference. I shall always care for you and father most, then I saw how se... | that had brought him all the way to Chelsea on pretence of seeing her father. He made some show of considering the matter, and was taken upstairs to the drawing-room. As upon that first occasion, some weeks ago, the door closed as if it were a thousand doors softly excluding the world; and once more Ralph received an i... | Night And Day |
This was not a very accurate report of their conversation among the relics, perhaps, but Ralph was flattered to think that she remembered anything about it. | No speaker | I said I hated them."<|quote|>This was not a very accurate report of their conversation among the relics, perhaps, but Ralph was flattered to think that she remembered anything about it.</|quote|>"Or did I confess that | said you liked modern things; I said I hated them."<|quote|>This was not a very accurate report of their conversation among the relics, perhaps, but Ralph was flattered to think that she remembered anything about it.</|quote|>"Or did I confess that I hated all books?" she | a gesture of relief. "Is that one of the moderns whom you despise?" he asked, smiling at the carelessness of her gesture. "Yes," she replied. "I think even you would despise him." "Even I?" he repeated. "Why even I?" "You said you liked modern things; I said I hated them."<|quote|>This was not a very accurate report of... | you can wait, I expect him soon." It might have been due merely to politeness, but Ralph felt that she received him almost with cordiality. Perhaps she was bored by drinking tea and reading a book all alone; at any rate, she tossed the book on to a sofa with a gesture of relief. "Is that one of the moderns whom you des... | occasion, some weeks ago, the door closed as if it were a thousand doors softly excluding the world; and once more Ralph received an impression of a room full of deep shadows, firelight, unwavering silver candle flames, and empty spaces to be crossed before reaching the round table in the middle of the room, with its f... | and so miserable, where, even now, I seem to see myself stretching out my hands for another present from the great Fairy Tree whose boughs are still hung with enchanting toys, though they are rarer now, perhaps, and between the branches one sees no longer the blue sky, but the stars and the tops of the mountains." "One... | me how, after all, she had made up her mind. She had written. She expected him to-morrow. At first I wasn t glad at all. I didn t want her to marry any one; but when she said, It will make no difference. I shall always care for you and father most, then I saw how selfish I was, and I told her she must give him everythi... | anticipated many answers, but not this one, and now it was unexpectedly made plain to him that it was the chance of seeing Katharine that had brought him all the way to Chelsea on pretence of seeing her father. He made some show of considering the matter, and was taken upstairs to the drawing-room. As upon that first o... | Night And Day |
"Or did I confess that I hated all books?" | Katharine Hilbery | she remembered anything about it.<|quote|>"Or did I confess that I hated all books?"</|quote|>she went on, seeing him | was flattered to think that she remembered anything about it.<|quote|>"Or did I confess that I hated all books?"</|quote|>she went on, seeing him look up with an air | think even you would despise him." "Even I?" he repeated. "Why even I?" "You said you liked modern things; I said I hated them." This was not a very accurate report of their conversation among the relics, perhaps, but Ralph was flattered to think that she remembered anything about it.<|quote|>"Or did I confess that I h... | she was bored by drinking tea and reading a book all alone; at any rate, she tossed the book on to a sofa with a gesture of relief. "Is that one of the moderns whom you despise?" he asked, smiling at the carelessness of her gesture. "Yes," she replied. "I think even you would despise him." "Even I?" he repeated. "Why e... | a room full of deep shadows, firelight, unwavering silver candle flames, and empty spaces to be crossed before reaching the round table in the middle of the room, with its frail burden of silver trays and china teacups. But this time Katharine was there by herself; the volume in her hand showed that she expected no vis... | still hung with enchanting toys, though they are rarer now, perhaps, and between the branches one sees no longer the blue sky, but the stars and the tops of the mountains." "One doesn t know any more, does one? One hasn t any advice to give one s children. One can only hope that they will have the same vision and the s... | didn t want her to marry any one; but when she said, It will make no difference. I shall always care for you and father most, then I saw how selfish I was, and I told her she must give him everything, everything, everything! I told her I should be thankful to come second. But why, when everything s turned out just as o... | I only think these things because it s Katharine. And now I ve written this, it comes over me that, of course, all the time, Katharine has what he hasn t. She does command, she isn t nervous; it comes naturally to her to rule and control. It s time that she should give all this to some one who will need her when we are... | Night And Day |
she went on, seeing him look up with an air of inquiry. | No speaker | that I hated all books?"<|quote|>she went on, seeing him look up with an air of inquiry.</|quote|>"I forget" "Do you hate | it. "Or did I confess that I hated all books?"<|quote|>she went on, seeing him look up with an air of inquiry.</|quote|>"I forget" "Do you hate all books?" he asked. "It | repeated. "Why even I?" "You said you liked modern things; I said I hated them." This was not a very accurate report of their conversation among the relics, perhaps, but Ralph was flattered to think that she remembered anything about it. "Or did I confess that I hated all books?"<|quote|>she went on, seeing him look up... | book all alone; at any rate, she tossed the book on to a sofa with a gesture of relief. "Is that one of the moderns whom you despise?" he asked, smiling at the carelessness of her gesture. "Yes," she replied. "I think even you would despise him." "Even I?" he repeated. "Why even I?" "You said you liked modern things; I... | candle flames, and empty spaces to be crossed before reaching the round table in the middle of the room, with its frail burden of silver trays and china teacups. But this time Katharine was there by herself; the volume in her hand showed that she expected no visitors. Ralph said something about hoping to find her fathe... | now, perhaps, and between the branches one sees no longer the blue sky, but the stars and the tops of the mountains." "One doesn t know any more, does one? One hasn t any advice to give one s children. One can only hope that they will have the same vision and the same power to believe, without which life would be so me... | when she said, It will make no difference. I shall always care for you and father most, then I saw how selfish I was, and I told her she must give him everything, everything, everything! I told her I should be thankful to come second. But why, when everything s turned out just as one always hoped it would turn out, why... | need her when we aren t there, save in our spirits, for whatever people say, I m sure I shall come back to this wonderful world where one s been so happy and so miserable, where, even now, I seem to see myself stretching out my hands for another present from the great Fairy Tree whose boughs are still hung with enchant... | Night And Day |
"I forget" | Katharine Hilbery | with an air of inquiry.<|quote|>"I forget"</|quote|>"Do you hate all books?" | on, seeing him look up with an air of inquiry.<|quote|>"I forget"</|quote|>"Do you hate all books?" he asked. "It would be | I hated them." This was not a very accurate report of their conversation among the relics, perhaps, but Ralph was flattered to think that she remembered anything about it. "Or did I confess that I hated all books?" she went on, seeing him look up with an air of inquiry.<|quote|>"I forget"</|quote|>"Do you hate all book... | a sofa with a gesture of relief. "Is that one of the moderns whom you despise?" he asked, smiling at the carelessness of her gesture. "Yes," she replied. "I think even you would despise him." "Even I?" he repeated. "Why even I?" "You said you liked modern things; I said I hated them." This was not a very accurate repor... | table in the middle of the room, with its frail burden of silver trays and china teacups. But this time Katharine was there by herself; the volume in her hand showed that she expected no visitors. Ralph said something about hoping to find her father. "My father is out," she replied. "But if you can wait, I expect him s... | sky, but the stars and the tops of the mountains." "One doesn t know any more, does one? One hasn t any advice to give one s children. One can only hope that they will have the same vision and the same power to believe, without which life would be so meaningless. That is what I ask for Katharine and her husband." CHAPT... | for you and father most, then I saw how selfish I was, and I told her she must give him everything, everything, everything! I told her I should be thankful to come second. But why, when everything s turned out just as one always hoped it would turn out, why then can one do nothing but cry, nothing but feel a desolate o... | marry or suppose she married some one we couldn t endure? Suppose she had fallen in love with some one who was married already?" "And though one never thinks any one good enough for the people one s fond of, he has the kindest, truest instincts, I m sure, and though he seems nervous and his manner is not commanding, I ... | Night And Day |
"Do you hate all books?" | Ralph Denham | air of inquiry. "I forget"<|quote|>"Do you hate all books?"</|quote|>he asked. "It would be | him look up with an air of inquiry. "I forget"<|quote|>"Do you hate all books?"</|quote|>he asked. "It would be absurd to say that I | them." This was not a very accurate report of their conversation among the relics, perhaps, but Ralph was flattered to think that she remembered anything about it. "Or did I confess that I hated all books?" she went on, seeing him look up with an air of inquiry. "I forget"<|quote|>"Do you hate all books?"</|quote|>he a... | with a gesture of relief. "Is that one of the moderns whom you despise?" he asked, smiling at the carelessness of her gesture. "Yes," she replied. "I think even you would despise him." "Even I?" he repeated. "Why even I?" "You said you liked modern things; I said I hated them." This was not a very accurate report of th... | the middle of the room, with its frail burden of silver trays and china teacups. But this time Katharine was there by herself; the volume in her hand showed that she expected no visitors. Ralph said something about hoping to find her father. "My father is out," she replied. "But if you can wait, I expect him soon." It ... | the stars and the tops of the mountains." "One doesn t know any more, does one? One hasn t any advice to give one s children. One can only hope that they will have the same vision and the same power to believe, without which life would be so meaningless. That is what I ask for Katharine and her husband." CHAPTER XII "I... | and father most, then I saw how selfish I was, and I told her she must give him everything, everything, everything! I told her I should be thankful to come second. But why, when everything s turned out just as one always hoped it would turn out, why then can one do nothing but cry, nothing but feel a desolate old woman... | I m sure, and though he seems nervous and his manner is not commanding, I only think these things because it s Katharine. And now I ve written this, it comes over me that, of course, all the time, Katharine has what he hasn t. She does command, she isn t nervous; it comes naturally to her to rule and control. It s time... | Night And Day |
he asked. | No speaker | "Do you hate all books?"<|quote|>he asked.</|quote|>"It would be absurd to | air of inquiry. "I forget" "Do you hate all books?"<|quote|>he asked.</|quote|>"It would be absurd to say that I hate all | very accurate report of their conversation among the relics, perhaps, but Ralph was flattered to think that she remembered anything about it. "Or did I confess that I hated all books?" she went on, seeing him look up with an air of inquiry. "I forget" "Do you hate all books?"<|quote|>he asked.</|quote|>"It would be abs... | "Is that one of the moderns whom you despise?" he asked, smiling at the carelessness of her gesture. "Yes," she replied. "I think even you would despise him." "Even I?" he repeated. "Why even I?" "You said you liked modern things; I said I hated them." This was not a very accurate report of their conversation among the... | with its frail burden of silver trays and china teacups. But this time Katharine was there by herself; the volume in her hand showed that she expected no visitors. Ralph said something about hoping to find her father. "My father is out," she replied. "But if you can wait, I expect him soon." It might have been due mere... | of the mountains." "One doesn t know any more, does one? One hasn t any advice to give one s children. One can only hope that they will have the same vision and the same power to believe, without which life would be so meaningless. That is what I ask for Katharine and her husband." CHAPTER XII "Is Mr. Hilbery at home, ... | saw how selfish I was, and I told her she must give him everything, everything, everything! I told her I should be thankful to come second. But why, when everything s turned out just as one always hoped it would turn out, why then can one do nothing but cry, nothing but feel a desolate old woman whose life s been a fai... | "Is Mr. Hilbery at home, or Mrs. Hilbery?" Denham asked, of the parlor-maid in Chelsea, a week later. "No, sir. But Miss Hilbery is at home," the girl answered. Ralph had anticipated many answers, but not this one, and now it was unexpectedly made plain to him that it was the chance of seeing Katharine that had brought... | Night And Day |
"It would be absurd to say that I hate all books when I ve only read ten, perhaps; but Here she pulled herself up short." | Katharine Hilbery | hate all books?" he asked.<|quote|>"It would be absurd to say that I hate all books when I ve only read ten, perhaps; but Here she pulled herself up short."</|quote|>"Well?" "Yes, I do hate | inquiry. "I forget" "Do you hate all books?" he asked.<|quote|>"It would be absurd to say that I hate all books when I ve only read ten, perhaps; but Here she pulled herself up short."</|quote|>"Well?" "Yes, I do hate books," she continued. "Why do | report of their conversation among the relics, perhaps, but Ralph was flattered to think that she remembered anything about it. "Or did I confess that I hated all books?" she went on, seeing him look up with an air of inquiry. "I forget" "Do you hate all books?" he asked.<|quote|>"It would be absurd to say that I hate ... | one of the moderns whom you despise?" he asked, smiling at the carelessness of her gesture. "Yes," she replied. "I think even you would despise him." "Even I?" he repeated. "Why even I?" "You said you liked modern things; I said I hated them." This was not a very accurate report of their conversation among the relics, ... | frail burden of silver trays and china teacups. But this time Katharine was there by herself; the volume in her hand showed that she expected no visitors. Ralph said something about hoping to find her father. "My father is out," she replied. "But if you can wait, I expect him soon." It might have been due merely to pol... | mountains." "One doesn t know any more, does one? One hasn t any advice to give one s children. One can only hope that they will have the same vision and the same power to believe, without which life would be so meaningless. That is what I ask for Katharine and her husband." CHAPTER XII "Is Mr. Hilbery at home, or Mrs.... | selfish I was, and I told her she must give him everything, everything, everything! I told her I should be thankful to come second. But why, when everything s turned out just as one always hoped it would turn out, why then can one do nothing but cry, nothing but feel a desolate old woman whose life s been a failure, an... | door closed as if it were a thousand doors softly excluding the world; and once more Ralph received an impression of a room full of deep shadows, firelight, unwavering silver candle flames, and empty spaces to be crossed before reaching the round table in the middle of the room, with its frail burden of silver trays an... | Night And Day |
"Well?" | Ralph Denham | she pulled herself up short."<|quote|>"Well?"</|quote|>"Yes, I do hate books," | read ten, perhaps; but Here she pulled herself up short."<|quote|>"Well?"</|quote|>"Yes, I do hate books," she continued. "Why do you | I hated all books?" she went on, seeing him look up with an air of inquiry. "I forget" "Do you hate all books?" he asked. "It would be absurd to say that I hate all books when I ve only read ten, perhaps; but Here she pulled herself up short."<|quote|>"Well?"</|quote|>"Yes, I do hate books," she continued. "Why do you ... | him." "Even I?" he repeated. "Why even I?" "You said you liked modern things; I said I hated them." This was not a very accurate report of their conversation among the relics, perhaps, but Ralph was flattered to think that she remembered anything about it. "Or did I confess that I hated all books?" she went on, seeing ... | no visitors. Ralph said something about hoping to find her father. "My father is out," she replied. "But if you can wait, I expect him soon." It might have been due merely to politeness, but Ralph felt that she received him almost with cordiality. Perhaps she was bored by drinking tea and reading a book all alone; at a... | will have the same vision and the same power to believe, without which life would be so meaningless. That is what I ask for Katharine and her husband." CHAPTER XII "Is Mr. Hilbery at home, or Mrs. Hilbery?" Denham asked, of the parlor-maid in Chelsea, a week later. "No, sir. But Miss Hilbery is at home," the girl answe... | why, when everything s turned out just as one always hoped it would turn out, why then can one do nothing but cry, nothing but feel a desolate old woman whose life s been a failure, and now is nearly over, and age is so cruel? But Katharine said to me, I am happy. I m very happy. And then I thought, though it all seeme... | is what I ask for Katharine and her husband." CHAPTER XII "Is Mr. Hilbery at home, or Mrs. Hilbery?" Denham asked, of the parlor-maid in Chelsea, a week later. "No, sir. But Miss Hilbery is at home," the girl answered. Ralph had anticipated many answers, but not this one, and now it was unexpectedly made plain to him t... | Night And Day |
"Yes, I do hate books," | Katharine Hilbery | pulled herself up short." "Well?"<|quote|>"Yes, I do hate books,"</|quote|>she continued. "Why do you | ten, perhaps; but Here she pulled herself up short." "Well?"<|quote|>"Yes, I do hate books,"</|quote|>she continued. "Why do you want to be for ever | hated all books?" she went on, seeing him look up with an air of inquiry. "I forget" "Do you hate all books?" he asked. "It would be absurd to say that I hate all books when I ve only read ten, perhaps; but Here she pulled herself up short." "Well?"<|quote|>"Yes, I do hate books,"</|quote|>she continued. "Why do you wa... | "Even I?" he repeated. "Why even I?" "You said you liked modern things; I said I hated them." This was not a very accurate report of their conversation among the relics, perhaps, but Ralph was flattered to think that she remembered anything about it. "Or did I confess that I hated all books?" she went on, seeing him lo... | visitors. Ralph said something about hoping to find her father. "My father is out," she replied. "But if you can wait, I expect him soon." It might have been due merely to politeness, but Ralph felt that she received him almost with cordiality. Perhaps she was bored by drinking tea and reading a book all alone; at any ... | have the same vision and the same power to believe, without which life would be so meaningless. That is what I ask for Katharine and her husband." CHAPTER XII "Is Mr. Hilbery at home, or Mrs. Hilbery?" Denham asked, of the parlor-maid in Chelsea, a week later. "No, sir. But Miss Hilbery is at home," the girl answered. ... | when everything s turned out just as one always hoped it would turn out, why then can one do nothing but cry, nothing but feel a desolate old woman whose life s been a failure, and now is nearly over, and age is so cruel? But Katharine said to me, I am happy. I m very happy. And then I thought, though it all seemed so ... | t know any more, does one? One hasn t any advice to give one s children. One can only hope that they will have the same vision and the same power to believe, without which life would be so meaningless. That is what I ask for Katharine and her husband." CHAPTER XII "Is Mr. Hilbery at home, or Mrs. Hilbery?" Denham asked... | Night And Day |
she continued. | No speaker | "Yes, I do hate books,"<|quote|>she continued.</|quote|>"Why do you want to | pulled herself up short." "Well?" "Yes, I do hate books,"<|quote|>she continued.</|quote|>"Why do you want to be for ever talking about | on, seeing him look up with an air of inquiry. "I forget" "Do you hate all books?" he asked. "It would be absurd to say that I hate all books when I ve only read ten, perhaps; but Here she pulled herself up short." "Well?" "Yes, I do hate books,"<|quote|>she continued.</|quote|>"Why do you want to be for ever talking a... | even I?" "You said you liked modern things; I said I hated them." This was not a very accurate report of their conversation among the relics, perhaps, but Ralph was flattered to think that she remembered anything about it. "Or did I confess that I hated all books?" she went on, seeing him look up with an air of inquiry... | hoping to find her father. "My father is out," she replied. "But if you can wait, I expect him soon." It might have been due merely to politeness, but Ralph felt that she received him almost with cordiality. Perhaps she was bored by drinking tea and reading a book all alone; at any rate, she tossed the book on to a sof... | the same power to believe, without which life would be so meaningless. That is what I ask for Katharine and her husband." CHAPTER XII "Is Mr. Hilbery at home, or Mrs. Hilbery?" Denham asked, of the parlor-maid in Chelsea, a week later. "No, sir. But Miss Hilbery is at home," the girl answered. Ralph had anticipated man... | just as one always hoped it would turn out, why then can one do nothing but cry, nothing but feel a desolate old woman whose life s been a failure, and now is nearly over, and age is so cruel? But Katharine said to me, I am happy. I m very happy. And then I thought, though it all seemed so desperately dismal at the tim... | Denham asked, of the parlor-maid in Chelsea, a week later. "No, sir. But Miss Hilbery is at home," the girl answered. Ralph had anticipated many answers, but not this one, and now it was unexpectedly made plain to him that it was the chance of seeing Katharine that had brought him all the way to Chelsea on pretence of ... | Night And Day |
"Why do you want to be for ever talking about your feelings? That s what I can t make out. And poetry s all about feelings novels are all about feelings." | Katharine Hilbery | do hate books," she continued.<|quote|>"Why do you want to be for ever talking about your feelings? That s what I can t make out. And poetry s all about feelings novels are all about feelings."</|quote|>She cut a cake vigorously | up short." "Well?" "Yes, I do hate books," she continued.<|quote|>"Why do you want to be for ever talking about your feelings? That s what I can t make out. And poetry s all about feelings novels are all about feelings."</|quote|>She cut a cake vigorously into slices, and providing a | him look up with an air of inquiry. "I forget" "Do you hate all books?" he asked. "It would be absurd to say that I hate all books when I ve only read ten, perhaps; but Here she pulled herself up short." "Well?" "Yes, I do hate books," she continued.<|quote|>"Why do you want to be for ever talking about your feelings? ... | "You said you liked modern things; I said I hated them." This was not a very accurate report of their conversation among the relics, perhaps, but Ralph was flattered to think that she remembered anything about it. "Or did I confess that I hated all books?" she went on, seeing him look up with an air of inquiry. "I forg... | find her father. "My father is out," she replied. "But if you can wait, I expect him soon." It might have been due merely to politeness, but Ralph felt that she received him almost with cordiality. Perhaps she was bored by drinking tea and reading a book all alone; at any rate, she tossed the book on to a sofa with a g... | power to believe, without which life would be so meaningless. That is what I ask for Katharine and her husband." CHAPTER XII "Is Mr. Hilbery at home, or Mrs. Hilbery?" Denham asked, of the parlor-maid in Chelsea, a week later. "No, sir. But Miss Hilbery is at home," the girl answered. Ralph had anticipated many answers... | one always hoped it would turn out, why then can one do nothing but cry, nothing but feel a desolate old woman whose life s been a failure, and now is nearly over, and age is so cruel? But Katharine said to me, I am happy. I m very happy. And then I thought, though it all seemed so desperately dismal at the time, Katha... | whatever people say, I m sure I shall come back to this wonderful world where one s been so happy and so miserable, where, even now, I seem to see myself stretching out my hands for another present from the great Fairy Tree whose boughs are still hung with enchanting toys, though they are rarer now, perhaps, and betwee... | Night And Day |
She cut a cake vigorously into slices, and providing a tray with bread and butter for Mrs. Hilbery, who was in her room with a cold, she rose to go upstairs. Ralph held the door open for her, and then stood with clasped hands in the middle of the room. His eyes were bright, and, indeed, he scarcely knew whether they be... | No speaker | novels are all about feelings."<|quote|>She cut a cake vigorously into slices, and providing a tray with bread and butter for Mrs. Hilbery, who was in her room with a cold, she rose to go upstairs. Ralph held the door open for her, and then stood with clasped hands in the middle of the room. His eyes were bright, and, ... | poetry s all about feelings novels are all about feelings."<|quote|>She cut a cake vigorously into slices, and providing a tray with bread and butter for Mrs. Hilbery, who was in her room with a cold, she rose to go upstairs. Ralph held the door open for her, and then stood with clasped hands in the middle of the room.... | only read ten, perhaps; but Here she pulled herself up short." "Well?" "Yes, I do hate books," she continued. "Why do you want to be for ever talking about your feelings? That s what I can t make out. And poetry s all about feelings novels are all about feelings."<|quote|>She cut a cake vigorously into slices, and prov... | that she remembered anything about it. "Or did I confess that I hated all books?" she went on, seeing him look up with an air of inquiry. "I forget" "Do you hate all books?" he asked. "It would be absurd to say that I hate all books when I ve only read ten, perhaps; but Here she pulled herself up short." "Well?" "Yes, ... | received him almost with cordiality. Perhaps she was bored by drinking tea and reading a book all alone; at any rate, she tossed the book on to a sofa with a gesture of relief. "Is that one of the moderns whom you despise?" he asked, smiling at the carelessness of her gesture. "Yes," she replied. "I think even you woul... | asked, of the parlor-maid in Chelsea, a week later. "No, sir. But Miss Hilbery is at home," the girl answered. Ralph had anticipated many answers, but not this one, and now it was unexpectedly made plain to him that it was the chance of seeing Katharine that had brought him all the way to Chelsea on pretence of seeing ... | nearly over, and age is so cruel? But Katharine said to me, I am happy. I m very happy. And then I thought, though it all seemed so desperately dismal at the time, Katharine had said she was happy, and I should have a son, and it would all turn out so much more wonderfully than I could possibly imagine, for though the ... | excluding the world; and once more Ralph received an impression of a room full of deep shadows, firelight, unwavering silver candle flames, and empty spaces to be crossed before reaching the round table in the middle of the room, with its frail burden of silver trays and china teacups. But this time Katharine was there... | Night And Day |
"My mother wants me to tell you," | Katharine Hilbery | a ruby on her finger.<|quote|>"My mother wants me to tell you,"</|quote|>she said, "that she hopes | vast snowy owl; she wore a ruby on her finger.<|quote|>"My mother wants me to tell you,"</|quote|>she said, "that she hopes you have begun your poem. | behind the forehead and in the depths of the eyes, and the commonest sentence would be flashed on by this immortal light. And she overflowed the edges of the dream; he remarked that her softness was like that of some vast snowy owl; she wore a ruby on her finger.<|quote|>"My mother wants me to tell you,"</|quote|>she s... | its beauty, all that our wildest dreams bring us hints of. Katharine came into the room a moment later. He stood watching her come towards him, and thought her more beautiful and strange than his dream of her; for the real Katharine could speak the words which seemed to crowd behind the forehead and in the depths of th... | had filled the shell of the old dream with the flesh of life; looked with fire out of phantom eyes. He glanced about him with bewilderment at finding himself among her chairs and tables; they were solid, for he grasped the back of the chair in which Katharine had sat; and yet they were unreal; the atmosphere was that o... | seeing him look up with an air of inquiry. "I forget" "Do you hate all books?" he asked. "It would be absurd to say that I hate all books when I ve only read ten, perhaps; but Here she pulled herself up short." "Well?" "Yes, I do hate books," she continued. "Why do you want to be for ever talking about your feelings? T... | between the branches one sees no longer the blue sky, but the stars and the tops of the mountains." "One doesn t know any more, does one? One hasn t any advice to give one s children. One can only hope that they will have the same vision and the same power to believe, without which life would be so meaningless. That is... | not a very accurate report of their conversation among the relics, perhaps, but Ralph was flattered to think that she remembered anything about it. "Or did I confess that I hated all books?" she went on, seeing him look up with an air of inquiry. "I forget" "Do you hate all books?" he asked. "It would be absurd to say ... | Night And Day |
she said, | No speaker | wants me to tell you,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"that she hopes you have | on her finger. "My mother wants me to tell you,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"that she hopes you have begun your poem. She says | of the eyes, and the commonest sentence would be flashed on by this immortal light. And she overflowed the edges of the dream; he remarked that her softness was like that of some vast snowy owl; she wore a ruby on her finger. "My mother wants me to tell you,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"that she hopes you have begun yo... | bring us hints of. Katharine came into the room a moment later. He stood watching her come towards him, and thought her more beautiful and strange than his dream of her; for the real Katharine could speak the words which seemed to crowd behind the forehead and in the depths of the eyes, and the commonest sentence would... | dream with the flesh of life; looked with fire out of phantom eyes. He glanced about him with bewilderment at finding himself among her chairs and tables; they were solid, for he grasped the back of the chair in which Katharine had sat; and yet they were unreal; the atmosphere was that of a dream. He summoned all the f... | of inquiry. "I forget" "Do you hate all books?" he asked. "It would be absurd to say that I hate all books when I ve only read ten, perhaps; but Here she pulled herself up short." "Well?" "Yes, I do hate books," she continued. "Why do you want to be for ever talking about your feelings? That s what I can t make out. An... | the blue sky, but the stars and the tops of the mountains." "One doesn t know any more, does one? One hasn t any advice to give one s children. One can only hope that they will have the same vision and the same power to believe, without which life would be so meaningless. That is what I ask for Katharine and her husban... | ve only read ten, perhaps; but Here she pulled herself up short." "Well?" "Yes, I do hate books," she continued. "Why do you want to be for ever talking about your feelings? That s what I can t make out. And poetry s all about feelings novels are all about feelings." She cut a cake vigorously into slices, and providing... | Night And Day |
"that she hopes you have begun your poem. She says every one ought to write poetry.... All my relations write poetry," | Katharine Hilbery | to tell you," she said,<|quote|>"that she hopes you have begun your poem. She says every one ought to write poetry.... All my relations write poetry,"</|quote|>she went on. "I can | finger. "My mother wants me to tell you," she said,<|quote|>"that she hopes you have begun your poem. She says every one ought to write poetry.... All my relations write poetry,"</|quote|>she went on. "I can t bear to think of | eyes, and the commonest sentence would be flashed on by this immortal light. And she overflowed the edges of the dream; he remarked that her softness was like that of some vast snowy owl; she wore a ruby on her finger. "My mother wants me to tell you," she said,<|quote|>"that she hopes you have begun your poem. She say... | hints of. Katharine came into the room a moment later. He stood watching her come towards him, and thought her more beautiful and strange than his dream of her; for the real Katharine could speak the words which seemed to crowd behind the forehead and in the depths of the eyes, and the commonest sentence would be flash... | the flesh of life; looked with fire out of phantom eyes. He glanced about him with bewilderment at finding himself among her chairs and tables; they were solid, for he grasped the back of the chair in which Katharine had sat; and yet they were unreal; the atmosphere was that of a dream. He summoned all the faculties of... | "I forget" "Do you hate all books?" he asked. "It would be absurd to say that I hate all books when I ve only read ten, perhaps; but Here she pulled herself up short." "Well?" "Yes, I do hate books," she continued. "Why do you want to be for ever talking about your feelings? That s what I can t make out. And poetry s a... | sky, but the stars and the tops of the mountains." "One doesn t know any more, does one? One hasn t any advice to give one s children. One can only hope that they will have the same vision and the same power to believe, without which life would be so meaningless. That is what I ask for Katharine and her husband." CHAPT... | I can t make out. And poetry s all about feelings novels are all about feelings." She cut a cake vigorously into slices, and providing a tray with bread and butter for Mrs. Hilbery, who was in her room with a cold, she rose to go upstairs. Ralph held the door open for her, and then stood with clasped hands in the middl... | Night And Day |
she went on. | No speaker | All my relations write poetry,"<|quote|>she went on.</|quote|>"I can t bear to | one ought to write poetry.... All my relations write poetry,"<|quote|>she went on.</|quote|>"I can t bear to think of it sometimes because, | he remarked that her softness was like that of some vast snowy owl; she wore a ruby on her finger. "My mother wants me to tell you," she said, "that she hopes you have begun your poem. She says every one ought to write poetry.... All my relations write poetry,"<|quote|>she went on.</|quote|>"I can t bear to think of it... | beautiful and strange than his dream of her; for the real Katharine could speak the words which seemed to crowd behind the forehead and in the depths of the eyes, and the commonest sentence would be flashed on by this immortal light. And she overflowed the edges of the dream; he remarked that her softness was like that... | her chairs and tables; they were solid, for he grasped the back of the chair in which Katharine had sat; and yet they were unreal; the atmosphere was that of a dream. He summoned all the faculties of his spirit to seize what the minutes had to give him; and from the depths of his mind there rose unchecked a joyful reco... | I ve only read ten, perhaps; but Here she pulled herself up short." "Well?" "Yes, I do hate books," she continued. "Why do you want to be for ever talking about your feelings? That s what I can t make out. And poetry s all about feelings novels are all about feelings." She cut a cake vigorously into slices, and providi... | any advice to give one s children. One can only hope that they will have the same vision and the same power to believe, without which life would be so meaningless. That is what I ask for Katharine and her husband." CHAPTER XII "Is Mr. Hilbery at home, or Mrs. Hilbery?" Denham asked, of the parlor-maid in Chelsea, a wee... | finding himself among her chairs and tables; they were solid, for he grasped the back of the chair in which Katharine had sat; and yet they were unreal; the atmosphere was that of a dream. He summoned all the faculties of his spirit to seize what the minutes had to give him; and from the depths of his mind there rose u... | Night And Day |
"I can t bear to think of it sometimes because, of course, it s none of it any good. But then one needn t read it" | Katharine Hilbery | write poetry," she went on.<|quote|>"I can t bear to think of it sometimes because, of course, it s none of it any good. But then one needn t read it"</|quote|>"You don t encourage me | write poetry.... All my relations write poetry," she went on.<|quote|>"I can t bear to think of it sometimes because, of course, it s none of it any good. But then one needn t read it"</|quote|>"You don t encourage me to write a poem," said | her softness was like that of some vast snowy owl; she wore a ruby on her finger. "My mother wants me to tell you," she said, "that she hopes you have begun your poem. She says every one ought to write poetry.... All my relations write poetry," she went on.<|quote|>"I can t bear to think of it sometimes because, of cou... | than his dream of her; for the real Katharine could speak the words which seemed to crowd behind the forehead and in the depths of the eyes, and the commonest sentence would be flashed on by this immortal light. And she overflowed the edges of the dream; he remarked that her softness was like that of some vast snowy ow... | tables; they were solid, for he grasped the back of the chair in which Katharine had sat; and yet they were unreal; the atmosphere was that of a dream. He summoned all the faculties of his spirit to seize what the minutes had to give him; and from the depths of his mind there rose unchecked a joyful recognition of the ... | read ten, perhaps; but Here she pulled herself up short." "Well?" "Yes, I do hate books," she continued. "Why do you want to be for ever talking about your feelings? That s what I can t make out. And poetry s all about feelings novels are all about feelings." She cut a cake vigorously into slices, and providing a tray ... | give one s children. One can only hope that they will have the same vision and the same power to believe, without which life would be so meaningless. That is what I ask for Katharine and her husband." CHAPTER XII "Is Mr. Hilbery at home, or Mrs. Hilbery?" Denham asked, of the parlor-maid in Chelsea, a week later. "No, ... | finding himself among her chairs and tables; they were solid, for he grasped the back of the chair in which Katharine had sat; and yet they were unreal; the atmosphere was that of a dream. He summoned all the faculties of his spirit to seize what the minutes had to give him; and from the depths of his mind there rose u... | Night And Day |
"You don t encourage me to write a poem," | Ralph Denham | one needn t read it"<|quote|>"You don t encourage me to write a poem,"</|quote|>said Ralph. "But you re | it any good. But then one needn t read it"<|quote|>"You don t encourage me to write a poem,"</|quote|>said Ralph. "But you re not a poet, too, are | "that she hopes you have begun your poem. She says every one ought to write poetry.... All my relations write poetry," she went on. "I can t bear to think of it sometimes because, of course, it s none of it any good. But then one needn t read it"<|quote|>"You don t encourage me to write a poem,"</|quote|>said Ralph. "B... | eyes, and the commonest sentence would be flashed on by this immortal light. And she overflowed the edges of the dream; he remarked that her softness was like that of some vast snowy owl; she wore a ruby on her finger. "My mother wants me to tell you," she said, "that she hopes you have begun your poem. She says every ... | of a dream. He summoned all the faculties of his spirit to seize what the minutes had to give him; and from the depths of his mind there rose unchecked a joyful recognition of the truth that human nature surpasses, in its beauty, all that our wildest dreams bring us hints of. Katharine came into the room a moment later... | talking about your feelings? That s what I can t make out. And poetry s all about feelings novels are all about feelings." She cut a cake vigorously into slices, and providing a tray with bread and butter for Mrs. Hilbery, who was in her room with a cold, she rose to go upstairs. Ralph held the door open for her, and t... | so meaningless. That is what I ask for Katharine and her husband." CHAPTER XII "Is Mr. Hilbery at home, or Mrs. Hilbery?" Denham asked, of the parlor-maid in Chelsea, a week later. "No, sir. But Miss Hilbery is at home," the girl answered. Ralph had anticipated many answers, but not this one, and now it was unexpectedl... | accurate report of their conversation among the relics, perhaps, but Ralph was flattered to think that she remembered anything about it. "Or did I confess that I hated all books?" she went on, seeing him look up with an air of inquiry. "I forget" "Do you hate all books?" he asked. "It would be absurd to say that I hate... | Night And Day |
said Ralph. | No speaker | me to write a poem,"<|quote|>said Ralph.</|quote|>"But you re not a | it" "You don t encourage me to write a poem,"<|quote|>said Ralph.</|quote|>"But you re not a poet, too, are you?" she | says every one ought to write poetry.... All my relations write poetry," she went on. "I can t bear to think of it sometimes because, of course, it s none of it any good. But then one needn t read it" "You don t encourage me to write a poem,"<|quote|>said Ralph.</|quote|>"But you re not a poet, too, are you?" she inqui... | by this immortal light. And she overflowed the edges of the dream; he remarked that her softness was like that of some vast snowy owl; she wore a ruby on her finger. "My mother wants me to tell you," she said, "that she hopes you have begun your poem. She says every one ought to write poetry.... All my relations write ... | his spirit to seize what the minutes had to give him; and from the depths of his mind there rose unchecked a joyful recognition of the truth that human nature surpasses, in its beauty, all that our wildest dreams bring us hints of. Katharine came into the room a moment later. He stood watching her come towards him, and... | t make out. And poetry s all about feelings novels are all about feelings." She cut a cake vigorously into slices, and providing a tray with bread and butter for Mrs. Hilbery, who was in her room with a cold, she rose to go upstairs. Ralph held the door open for her, and then stood with clasped hands in the middle of t... | and her husband." CHAPTER XII "Is Mr. Hilbery at home, or Mrs. Hilbery?" Denham asked, of the parlor-maid in Chelsea, a week later. "No, sir. But Miss Hilbery is at home," the girl answered. Ralph had anticipated many answers, but not this one, and now it was unexpectedly made plain to him that it was the chance of see... | the door open for her, and then stood with clasped hands in the middle of the room. His eyes were bright, and, indeed, he scarcely knew whether they beheld dreams or realities. All down the street and on the doorstep, and while he mounted the stairs, his dream of Katharine possessed him; on the threshold of the room he... | Night And Day |
"But you re not a poet, too, are you?" | Katharine Hilbery | write a poem," said Ralph.<|quote|>"But you re not a poet, too, are you?"</|quote|>she inquired, turning upon him | don t encourage me to write a poem," said Ralph.<|quote|>"But you re not a poet, too, are you?"</|quote|>she inquired, turning upon him with a laugh. "Should I | one ought to write poetry.... All my relations write poetry," she went on. "I can t bear to think of it sometimes because, of course, it s none of it any good. But then one needn t read it" "You don t encourage me to write a poem," said Ralph.<|quote|>"But you re not a poet, too, are you?"</|quote|>she inquired, turnin... | immortal light. And she overflowed the edges of the dream; he remarked that her softness was like that of some vast snowy owl; she wore a ruby on her finger. "My mother wants me to tell you," she said, "that she hopes you have begun your poem. She says every one ought to write poetry.... All my relations write poetry,"... | to seize what the minutes had to give him; and from the depths of his mind there rose unchecked a joyful recognition of the truth that human nature surpasses, in its beauty, all that our wildest dreams bring us hints of. Katharine came into the room a moment later. He stood watching her come towards him, and thought he... | out. And poetry s all about feelings novels are all about feelings." She cut a cake vigorously into slices, and providing a tray with bread and butter for Mrs. Hilbery, who was in her room with a cold, she rose to go upstairs. Ralph held the door open for her, and then stood with clasped hands in the middle of the room... | husband." CHAPTER XII "Is Mr. Hilbery at home, or Mrs. Hilbery?" Denham asked, of the parlor-maid in Chelsea, a week later. "No, sir. But Miss Hilbery is at home," the girl answered. Ralph had anticipated many answers, but not this one, and now it was unexpectedly made plain to him that it was the chance of seeing Kath... | of relief. "Is that one of the moderns whom you despise?" he asked, smiling at the carelessness of her gesture. "Yes," she replied. "I think even you would despise him." "Even I?" he repeated. "Why even I?" "You said you liked modern things; I said I hated them." This was not a very accurate report of their conversatio... | Night And Day |
she inquired, turning upon him with a laugh. | No speaker | a poet, too, are you?"<|quote|>she inquired, turning upon him with a laugh.</|quote|>"Should I tell you if | Ralph. "But you re not a poet, too, are you?"<|quote|>she inquired, turning upon him with a laugh.</|quote|>"Should I tell you if I were?" "Yes. Because I | poetry," she went on. "I can t bear to think of it sometimes because, of course, it s none of it any good. But then one needn t read it" "You don t encourage me to write a poem," said Ralph. "But you re not a poet, too, are you?"<|quote|>she inquired, turning upon him with a laugh.</|quote|>"Should I tell you if I were... | dream; he remarked that her softness was like that of some vast snowy owl; she wore a ruby on her finger. "My mother wants me to tell you," she said, "that she hopes you have begun your poem. She says every one ought to write poetry.... All my relations write poetry," she went on. "I can t bear to think of it sometimes... | and from the depths of his mind there rose unchecked a joyful recognition of the truth that human nature surpasses, in its beauty, all that our wildest dreams bring us hints of. Katharine came into the room a moment later. He stood watching her come towards him, and thought her more beautiful and strange than his dream... | all about feelings." She cut a cake vigorously into slices, and providing a tray with bread and butter for Mrs. Hilbery, who was in her room with a cold, she rose to go upstairs. Ralph held the door open for her, and then stood with clasped hands in the middle of the room. His eyes were bright, and, indeed, he scarcely... | Mrs. Hilbery?" Denham asked, of the parlor-maid in Chelsea, a week later. "No, sir. But Miss Hilbery is at home," the girl answered. Ralph had anticipated many answers, but not this one, and now it was unexpectedly made plain to him that it was the chance of seeing Katharine that had brought him all the way to Chelsea ... | him almost with cordiality. Perhaps she was bored by drinking tea and reading a book all alone; at any rate, she tossed the book on to a sofa with a gesture of relief. "Is that one of the moderns whom you despise?" he asked, smiling at the carelessness of her gesture. "Yes," she replied. "I think even you would despise... | Night And Day |
"Should I tell you if I were?" | Ralph Denham | upon him with a laugh.<|quote|>"Should I tell you if I were?"</|quote|>"Yes. Because I think you | are you?" she inquired, turning upon him with a laugh.<|quote|>"Should I tell you if I were?"</|quote|>"Yes. Because I think you speak the truth," she said, | to think of it sometimes because, of course, it s none of it any good. But then one needn t read it" "You don t encourage me to write a poem," said Ralph. "But you re not a poet, too, are you?" she inquired, turning upon him with a laugh.<|quote|>"Should I tell you if I were?"</|quote|>"Yes. Because I think you speak t... | that of some vast snowy owl; she wore a ruby on her finger. "My mother wants me to tell you," she said, "that she hopes you have begun your poem. She says every one ought to write poetry.... All my relations write poetry," she went on. "I can t bear to think of it sometimes because, of course, it s none of it any good.... | rose unchecked a joyful recognition of the truth that human nature surpasses, in its beauty, all that our wildest dreams bring us hints of. Katharine came into the room a moment later. He stood watching her come towards him, and thought her more beautiful and strange than his dream of her; for the real Katharine could ... | into slices, and providing a tray with bread and butter for Mrs. Hilbery, who was in her room with a cold, she rose to go upstairs. Ralph held the door open for her, and then stood with clasped hands in the middle of the room. His eyes were bright, and, indeed, he scarcely knew whether they beheld dreams or realities. ... | Chelsea, a week later. "No, sir. But Miss Hilbery is at home," the girl answered. Ralph had anticipated many answers, but not this one, and now it was unexpectedly made plain to him that it was the chance of seeing Katharine that had brought him all the way to Chelsea on pretence of seeing her father. He made some show... | and what she was. And in five minutes she had filled the shell of the old dream with the flesh of life; looked with fire out of phantom eyes. He glanced about him with bewilderment at finding himself among her chairs and tables; they were solid, for he grasped the back of the chair in which Katharine had sat; and yet t... | Night And Day |
"Yes. Because I think you speak the truth," | Katharine Hilbery | tell you if I were?"<|quote|>"Yes. Because I think you speak the truth,"</|quote|>she said, searching him for | with a laugh. "Should I tell you if I were?"<|quote|>"Yes. Because I think you speak the truth,"</|quote|>she said, searching him for proof of this apparently, with | course, it s none of it any good. But then one needn t read it" "You don t encourage me to write a poem," said Ralph. "But you re not a poet, too, are you?" she inquired, turning upon him with a laugh. "Should I tell you if I were?"<|quote|>"Yes. Because I think you speak the truth,"</|quote|>she said, searching him fo... | wore a ruby on her finger. "My mother wants me to tell you," she said, "that she hopes you have begun your poem. She says every one ought to write poetry.... All my relations write poetry," she went on. "I can t bear to think of it sometimes because, of course, it s none of it any good. But then one needn t read it" "Y... | truth that human nature surpasses, in its beauty, all that our wildest dreams bring us hints of. Katharine came into the room a moment later. He stood watching her come towards him, and thought her more beautiful and strange than his dream of her; for the real Katharine could speak the words which seemed to crowd behin... | bread and butter for Mrs. Hilbery, who was in her room with a cold, she rose to go upstairs. Ralph held the door open for her, and then stood with clasped hands in the middle of the room. His eyes were bright, and, indeed, he scarcely knew whether they beheld dreams or realities. All down the street and on the doorstep... | Miss Hilbery is at home," the girl answered. Ralph had anticipated many answers, but not this one, and now it was unexpectedly made plain to him that it was the chance of seeing Katharine that had brought him all the way to Chelsea on pretence of seeing her father. He made some show of considering the matter, and was t... | you would despise him." "Even I?" he repeated. "Why even I?" "You said you liked modern things; I said I hated them." This was not a very accurate report of their conversation among the relics, perhaps, but Ralph was flattered to think that she remembered anything about it. "Or did I confess that I hated all books?" sh... | Night And Day |
she said, searching him for proof of this apparently, with eyes now almost impersonally direct. It would be easy, Ralph thought, to worship one so far removed, and yet of so straight a nature; easy to submit recklessly to her, without thought of future pain. | No speaker | think you speak the truth,"<|quote|>she said, searching him for proof of this apparently, with eyes now almost impersonally direct. It would be easy, Ralph thought, to worship one so far removed, and yet of so straight a nature; easy to submit recklessly to her, without thought of future pain.</|quote|>"Are you a poet?... | I were?" "Yes. Because I think you speak the truth,"<|quote|>she said, searching him for proof of this apparently, with eyes now almost impersonally direct. It would be easy, Ralph thought, to worship one so far removed, and yet of so straight a nature; easy to submit recklessly to her, without thought of future pain.<... | But then one needn t read it" "You don t encourage me to write a poem," said Ralph. "But you re not a poet, too, are you?" she inquired, turning upon him with a laugh. "Should I tell you if I were?" "Yes. Because I think you speak the truth,"<|quote|>she said, searching him for proof of this apparently, with eyes now a... | wants me to tell you," she said, "that she hopes you have begun your poem. She says every one ought to write poetry.... All my relations write poetry," she went on. "I can t bear to think of it sometimes because, of course, it s none of it any good. But then one needn t read it" "You don t encourage me to write a poem,... | all that our wildest dreams bring us hints of. Katharine came into the room a moment later. He stood watching her come towards him, and thought her more beautiful and strange than his dream of her; for the real Katharine could speak the words which seemed to crowd behind the forehead and in the depths of the eyes, and ... | in her room with a cold, she rose to go upstairs. Ralph held the door open for her, and then stood with clasped hands in the middle of the room. His eyes were bright, and, indeed, he scarcely knew whether they beheld dreams or realities. All down the street and on the doorstep, and while he mounted the stairs, his drea... | Ralph had anticipated many answers, but not this one, and now it was unexpectedly made plain to him that it was the chance of seeing Katharine that had brought him all the way to Chelsea on pretence of seeing her father. He made some show of considering the matter, and was taken upstairs to the drawing-room. As upon th... | flattered to think that she remembered anything about it. "Or did I confess that I hated all books?" she went on, seeing him look up with an air of inquiry. "I forget" "Do you hate all books?" he asked. "It would be absurd to say that I hate all books when I ve only read ten, perhaps; but Here she pulled herself up sho... | Night And Day |
"Are you a poet?" | Katharine Hilbery | without thought of future pain.<|quote|>"Are you a poet?"</|quote|>she demanded. He felt that | to submit recklessly to her, without thought of future pain.<|quote|>"Are you a poet?"</|quote|>she demanded. He felt that her question had an unexplained | think you speak the truth," she said, searching him for proof of this apparently, with eyes now almost impersonally direct. It would be easy, Ralph thought, to worship one so far removed, and yet of so straight a nature; easy to submit recklessly to her, without thought of future pain.<|quote|>"Are you a poet?"</|quote... | none of it any good. But then one needn t read it" "You don t encourage me to write a poem," said Ralph. "But you re not a poet, too, are you?" she inquired, turning upon him with a laugh. "Should I tell you if I were?" "Yes. Because I think you speak the truth," she said, searching him for proof of this apparently, wi... | seemed to crowd behind the forehead and in the depths of the eyes, and the commonest sentence would be flashed on by this immortal light. And she overflowed the edges of the dream; he remarked that her softness was like that of some vast snowy owl; she wore a ruby on her finger. "My mother wants me to tell you," she sa... | All down the street and on the doorstep, and while he mounted the stairs, his dream of Katharine possessed him; on the threshold of the room he had dismissed it, in order to prevent too painful a collision between what he dreamt of her and what she was. And in five minutes she had filled the shell of the old dream with... | of considering the matter, and was taken upstairs to the drawing-room. As upon that first occasion, some weeks ago, the door closed as if it were a thousand doors softly excluding the world; and once more Ralph received an impression of a room full of deep shadows, firelight, unwavering silver candle flames, and empty ... | towards him, and thought her more beautiful and strange than his dream of her; for the real Katharine could speak the words which seemed to crowd behind the forehead and in the depths of the eyes, and the commonest sentence would be flashed on by this immortal light. And she overflowed the edges of the dream; he remark... | Night And Day |
she demanded. He felt that her question had an unexplained weight of meaning behind it, as if she sought an answer to a question that she did not ask. | No speaker | pain. "Are you a poet?"<|quote|>she demanded. He felt that her question had an unexplained weight of meaning behind it, as if she sought an answer to a question that she did not ask.</|quote|>"No. I haven t written | her, without thought of future pain. "Are you a poet?"<|quote|>she demanded. He felt that her question had an unexplained weight of meaning behind it, as if she sought an answer to a question that she did not ask.</|quote|>"No. I haven t written any poetry for years," he | truth," she said, searching him for proof of this apparently, with eyes now almost impersonally direct. It would be easy, Ralph thought, to worship one so far removed, and yet of so straight a nature; easy to submit recklessly to her, without thought of future pain. "Are you a poet?"<|quote|>she demanded. He felt that ... | good. But then one needn t read it" "You don t encourage me to write a poem," said Ralph. "But you re not a poet, too, are you?" she inquired, turning upon him with a laugh. "Should I tell you if I were?" "Yes. Because I think you speak the truth," she said, searching him for proof of this apparently, with eyes now alm... | the forehead and in the depths of the eyes, and the commonest sentence would be flashed on by this immortal light. And she overflowed the edges of the dream; he remarked that her softness was like that of some vast snowy owl; she wore a ruby on her finger. "My mother wants me to tell you," she said, "that she hopes you... | and on the doorstep, and while he mounted the stairs, his dream of Katharine possessed him; on the threshold of the room he had dismissed it, in order to prevent too painful a collision between what he dreamt of her and what she was. And in five minutes she had filled the shell of the old dream with the flesh of life; ... | and was taken upstairs to the drawing-room. As upon that first occasion, some weeks ago, the door closed as if it were a thousand doors softly excluding the world; and once more Ralph received an impression of a room full of deep shadows, firelight, unwavering silver candle flames, and empty spaces to be crossed before... | the minutes had to give him; and from the depths of his mind there rose unchecked a joyful recognition of the truth that human nature surpasses, in its beauty, all that our wildest dreams bring us hints of. Katharine came into the room a moment later. He stood watching her come towards him, and thought her more beautif... | Night And Day |
"No. I haven t written any poetry for years," | Ralph Denham | that she did not ask.<|quote|>"No. I haven t written any poetry for years,"</|quote|>he replied. "But all the | an answer to a question that she did not ask.<|quote|>"No. I haven t written any poetry for years,"</|quote|>he replied. "But all the same, I don t agree | yet of so straight a nature; easy to submit recklessly to her, without thought of future pain. "Are you a poet?" she demanded. He felt that her question had an unexplained weight of meaning behind it, as if she sought an answer to a question that she did not ask.<|quote|>"No. I haven t written any poetry for years,"</|... | inquired, turning upon him with a laugh. "Should I tell you if I were?" "Yes. Because I think you speak the truth," she said, searching him for proof of this apparently, with eyes now almost impersonally direct. It would be easy, Ralph thought, to worship one so far removed, and yet of so straight a nature; easy to sub... | he remarked that her softness was like that of some vast snowy owl; she wore a ruby on her finger. "My mother wants me to tell you," she said, "that she hopes you have begun your poem. She says every one ought to write poetry.... All my relations write poetry," she went on. "I can t bear to think of it sometimes becaus... | prevent too painful a collision between what he dreamt of her and what she was. And in five minutes she had filled the shell of the old dream with the flesh of life; looked with fire out of phantom eyes. He glanced about him with bewilderment at finding himself among her chairs and tables; they were solid, for he grasp... | and once more Ralph received an impression of a room full of deep shadows, firelight, unwavering silver candle flames, and empty spaces to be crossed before reaching the round table in the middle of the room, with its frail burden of silver trays and china teacups. But this time Katharine was there by herself; the volu... | of his mind there rose unchecked a joyful recognition of the truth that human nature surpasses, in its beauty, all that our wildest dreams bring us hints of. Katharine came into the room a moment later. He stood watching her come towards him, and thought her more beautiful and strange than his dream of her; for the rea... | Night And Day |
he replied. | No speaker | written any poetry for years,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>"But all the same, I | ask. "No. I haven t written any poetry for years,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>"But all the same, I don t agree with you. | recklessly to her, without thought of future pain. "Are you a poet?" she demanded. He felt that her question had an unexplained weight of meaning behind it, as if she sought an answer to a question that she did not ask. "No. I haven t written any poetry for years,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>"But all the same, I don ... | tell you if I were?" "Yes. Because I think you speak the truth," she said, searching him for proof of this apparently, with eyes now almost impersonally direct. It would be easy, Ralph thought, to worship one so far removed, and yet of so straight a nature; easy to submit recklessly to her, without thought of future pa... | some vast snowy owl; she wore a ruby on her finger. "My mother wants me to tell you," she said, "that she hopes you have begun your poem. She says every one ought to write poetry.... All my relations write poetry," she went on. "I can t bear to think of it sometimes because, of course, it s none of it any good. But the... | of her and what she was. And in five minutes she had filled the shell of the old dream with the flesh of life; looked with fire out of phantom eyes. He glanced about him with bewilderment at finding himself among her chairs and tables; they were solid, for he grasped the back of the chair in which Katharine had sat; an... | room full of deep shadows, firelight, unwavering silver candle flames, and empty spaces to be crossed before reaching the round table in the middle of the room, with its frail burden of silver trays and china teacups. But this time Katharine was there by herself; the volume in her hand showed that she expected no visit... | she continued. "Why do you want to be for ever talking about your feelings? That s what I can t make out. And poetry s all about feelings novels are all about feelings." She cut a cake vigorously into slices, and providing a tray with bread and butter for Mrs. Hilbery, who was in her room with a cold, she rose to go up... | Night And Day |
"But all the same, I don t agree with you. I think it s the only thing worth doing." | Ralph Denham | poetry for years," he replied.<|quote|>"But all the same, I don t agree with you. I think it s the only thing worth doing."</|quote|>"Why do you say that?" | I haven t written any poetry for years," he replied.<|quote|>"But all the same, I don t agree with you. I think it s the only thing worth doing."</|quote|>"Why do you say that?" she asked, almost with impatience, | her, without thought of future pain. "Are you a poet?" she demanded. He felt that her question had an unexplained weight of meaning behind it, as if she sought an answer to a question that she did not ask. "No. I haven t written any poetry for years," he replied.<|quote|>"But all the same, I don t agree with you. I thi... | if I were?" "Yes. Because I think you speak the truth," she said, searching him for proof of this apparently, with eyes now almost impersonally direct. It would be easy, Ralph thought, to worship one so far removed, and yet of so straight a nature; easy to submit recklessly to her, without thought of future pain. "Are ... | snowy owl; she wore a ruby on her finger. "My mother wants me to tell you," she said, "that she hopes you have begun your poem. She says every one ought to write poetry.... All my relations write poetry," she went on. "I can t bear to think of it sometimes because, of course, it s none of it any good. But then one need... | and what she was. And in five minutes she had filled the shell of the old dream with the flesh of life; looked with fire out of phantom eyes. He glanced about him with bewilderment at finding himself among her chairs and tables; they were solid, for he grasped the back of the chair in which Katharine had sat; and yet t... | of deep shadows, firelight, unwavering silver candle flames, and empty spaces to be crossed before reaching the round table in the middle of the room, with its frail burden of silver trays and china teacups. But this time Katharine was there by herself; the volume in her hand showed that she expected no visitors. Ralph... | books," she continued. "Why do you want to be for ever talking about your feelings? That s what I can t make out. And poetry s all about feelings novels are all about feelings." She cut a cake vigorously into slices, and providing a tray with bread and butter for Mrs. Hilbery, who was in her room with a cold, she rose ... | Night And Day |
"Why do you say that?" | Katharine Hilbery | the only thing worth doing."<|quote|>"Why do you say that?"</|quote|>she asked, almost with impatience, | you. I think it s the only thing worth doing."<|quote|>"Why do you say that?"</|quote|>she asked, almost with impatience, tapping her spoon two or | unexplained weight of meaning behind it, as if she sought an answer to a question that she did not ask. "No. I haven t written any poetry for years," he replied. "But all the same, I don t agree with you. I think it s the only thing worth doing."<|quote|>"Why do you say that?"</|quote|>she asked, almost with impatience... | apparently, with eyes now almost impersonally direct. It would be easy, Ralph thought, to worship one so far removed, and yet of so straight a nature; easy to submit recklessly to her, without thought of future pain. "Are you a poet?" she demanded. He felt that her question had an unexplained weight of meaning behind i... | she hopes you have begun your poem. She says every one ought to write poetry.... All my relations write poetry," she went on. "I can t bear to think of it sometimes because, of course, it s none of it any good. But then one needn t read it" "You don t encourage me to write a poem," said Ralph. "But you re not a poet, t... | flesh of life; looked with fire out of phantom eyes. He glanced about him with bewilderment at finding himself among her chairs and tables; they were solid, for he grasped the back of the chair in which Katharine had sat; and yet they were unreal; the atmosphere was that of a dream. He summoned all the faculties of his... | in the middle of the room, with its frail burden of silver trays and china teacups. But this time Katharine was there by herself; the volume in her hand showed that she expected no visitors. Ralph said something about hoping to find her father. "My father is out," she replied. "But if you can wait, I expect him soon." ... | life; looked with fire out of phantom eyes. He glanced about him with bewilderment at finding himself among her chairs and tables; they were solid, for he grasped the back of the chair in which Katharine had sat; and yet they were unreal; the atmosphere was that of a dream. He summoned all the faculties of his spirit t... | Night And Day |
she asked, almost with impatience, tapping her spoon two or three times against the side of her cup. | No speaker | "Why do you say that?"<|quote|>she asked, almost with impatience, tapping her spoon two or three times against the side of her cup.</|quote|>"Why?" Ralph laid hands on | the only thing worth doing." "Why do you say that?"<|quote|>she asked, almost with impatience, tapping her spoon two or three times against the side of her cup.</|quote|>"Why?" Ralph laid hands on the first words that came | it, as if she sought an answer to a question that she did not ask. "No. I haven t written any poetry for years," he replied. "But all the same, I don t agree with you. I think it s the only thing worth doing." "Why do you say that?"<|quote|>she asked, almost with impatience, tapping her spoon two or three times against... | impersonally direct. It would be easy, Ralph thought, to worship one so far removed, and yet of so straight a nature; easy to submit recklessly to her, without thought of future pain. "Are you a poet?" she demanded. He felt that her question had an unexplained weight of meaning behind it, as if she sought an answer to ... | your poem. She says every one ought to write poetry.... All my relations write poetry," she went on. "I can t bear to think of it sometimes because, of course, it s none of it any good. But then one needn t read it" "You don t encourage me to write a poem," said Ralph. "But you re not a poet, too, are you?" she inquire... | fire out of phantom eyes. He glanced about him with bewilderment at finding himself among her chairs and tables; they were solid, for he grasped the back of the chair in which Katharine had sat; and yet they were unreal; the atmosphere was that of a dream. He summoned all the faculties of his spirit to seize what the m... | room, with its frail burden of silver trays and china teacups. But this time Katharine was there by herself; the volume in her hand showed that she expected no visitors. Ralph said something about hoping to find her father. "My father is out," she replied. "But if you can wait, I expect him soon." It might have been du... | his spirit to seize what the minutes had to give him; and from the depths of his mind there rose unchecked a joyful recognition of the truth that human nature surpasses, in its beauty, all that our wildest dreams bring us hints of. Katharine came into the room a moment later. He stood watching her come towards him, and... | Night And Day |
"Why?" | Ralph Denham | the side of her cup.<|quote|>"Why?"</|quote|>Ralph laid hands on the | two or three times against the side of her cup.<|quote|>"Why?"</|quote|>Ralph laid hands on the first words that came to | t written any poetry for years," he replied. "But all the same, I don t agree with you. I think it s the only thing worth doing." "Why do you say that?" she asked, almost with impatience, tapping her spoon two or three times against the side of her cup.<|quote|>"Why?"</|quote|>Ralph laid hands on the first words that c... | straight a nature; easy to submit recklessly to her, without thought of future pain. "Are you a poet?" she demanded. He felt that her question had an unexplained weight of meaning behind it, as if she sought an answer to a question that she did not ask. "No. I haven t written any poetry for years," he replied. "But all... | "I can t bear to think of it sometimes because, of course, it s none of it any good. But then one needn t read it" "You don t encourage me to write a poem," said Ralph. "But you re not a poet, too, are you?" she inquired, turning upon him with a laugh. "Should I tell you if I were?" "Yes. Because I think you speak the ... | tables; they were solid, for he grasped the back of the chair in which Katharine had sat; and yet they were unreal; the atmosphere was that of a dream. He summoned all the faculties of his spirit to seize what the minutes had to give him; and from the depths of his mind there rose unchecked a joyful recognition of the ... | herself; the volume in her hand showed that she expected no visitors. Ralph said something about hoping to find her father. "My father is out," she replied. "But if you can wait, I expect him soon." It might have been due merely to politeness, but Ralph felt that she received him almost with cordiality. Perhaps she was... | later. He stood watching her come towards him, and thought her more beautiful and strange than his dream of her; for the real Katharine could speak the words which seemed to crowd behind the forehead and in the depths of the eyes, and the commonest sentence would be flashed on by this immortal light. And she overflowed... | Night And Day |
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