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"She is right. There _was_ a pond with tadpoles," | Aunt Millicent | making haystacks with Mr. Lavington."<|quote|>"She is right. There _was_ a pond with tadpoles,"</|quote|>Mrs. Cosham corroborated. "Millais made | pond with the tadpoles, and making haystacks with Mr. Lavington."<|quote|>"She is right. There _was_ a pond with tadpoles,"</|quote|>Mrs. Cosham corroborated. "Millais made studies of it for Ophelia. | about real people. "But you wouldn t remember him, Katharine." "Mr. Lavington? Oh, yes, I do," said Katharine, waking from other thoughts with her little start. "The summer we had a house near Tenby. I remember the field and the pond with the tadpoles, and making haystacks with Mr. Lavington."<|quote|>"She is right. Th... | and thought that there were signs of distinct power in his brow. He would do well, she thought, to devote himself to satire. "Charles Lavington, you remember, was a solicitor," Mrs. Milvain interposed, rather resenting the waste of time involved in talking about fictitious people when you might be talking about real pe... | of these days, I have no doubt. Tell me, how do we come out of it, now; better or worse than you expected?" Thus called upon to sum up the worth of human nature in a few words, Ralph answered unhesitatingly: "Worse, Mrs. Cosham, a good deal worse. I m afraid the ordinary man is a bit of a rascal" "And the ordinary woma... | it would be hard to say. Literature had taken possession even of her memories. She was matching him, presumably, with certain characters in the old novels, for she came out, after a pause, with: "Um um Pendennis Warrington I could never forgive Laura," she pronounced energetically, "for not marrying George, in spite of... | you have to take what you can get," she concluded. "And I fancy," Mrs. Milvain resumed, lowering her voice rather confidentially, "that John would have done more if it hadn t been for his wife, your Aunt Emily. She was a very good woman, devoted to him, of course, but she was not ambitious for him, and if a wife isn t ... | a bit of a fop; I can t imagine how Laura married him. But you say you re a solicitor, Mr. Denham. Now there are one or two things I should like to ask you about Shakespeare" She drew out her small, worn volume with some difficulty, opened it, and shook it in the air. "They say, nowadays, that Shakespeare was a lawyer.... | Night And Day |
Mrs. Cosham corroborated. | No speaker | _was_ a pond with tadpoles,"<|quote|>Mrs. Cosham corroborated.</|quote|>"Millais made studies of it | Lavington." "She is right. There _was_ a pond with tadpoles,"<|quote|>Mrs. Cosham corroborated.</|quote|>"Millais made studies of it for Ophelia. Some say that | Katharine." "Mr. Lavington? Oh, yes, I do," said Katharine, waking from other thoughts with her little start. "The summer we had a house near Tenby. I remember the field and the pond with the tadpoles, and making haystacks with Mr. Lavington." "She is right. There _was_ a pond with tadpoles,"<|quote|>Mrs. Cosham corrob... | in his brow. He would do well, she thought, to devote himself to satire. "Charles Lavington, you remember, was a solicitor," Mrs. Milvain interposed, rather resenting the waste of time involved in talking about fictitious people when you might be talking about real people. "But you wouldn t remember him, Katharine." "M... | how do we come out of it, now; better or worse than you expected?" Thus called upon to sum up the worth of human nature in a few words, Ralph answered unhesitatingly: "Worse, Mrs. Cosham, a good deal worse. I m afraid the ordinary man is a bit of a rascal" "And the ordinary woman?" "No, I don t like the ordinary woman ... | possession even of her memories. She was matching him, presumably, with certain characters in the old novels, for she came out, after a pause, with: "Um um Pendennis Warrington I could never forgive Laura," she pronounced energetically, "for not marrying George, in spite of everything. George Eliot did the very same th... | concluded. "And I fancy," Mrs. Milvain resumed, lowering her voice rather confidentially, "that John would have done more if it hadn t been for his wife, your Aunt Emily. She was a very good woman, devoted to him, of course, but she was not ambitious for him, and if a wife isn t ambitious for her husband, especially in... | George, in spite of everything. George Eliot did the very same thing; and Lewes was a little frog-faced man, with the manner of a dancing master. But Warrington, now, had everything in his favor; intellect, passion, romance, distinction, and the connection was a mere piece of undergraduate folly. Arthur, I confess, has... | Night And Day |
"Millais made studies of it for Ophelia. Some say that is the best picture he ever painted" | Aunt Millicent | with tadpoles," Mrs. Cosham corroborated.<|quote|>"Millais made studies of it for Ophelia. Some say that is the best picture he ever painted"</|quote|>"And I remember the dog | right. There _was_ a pond with tadpoles," Mrs. Cosham corroborated.<|quote|>"Millais made studies of it for Ophelia. Some say that is the best picture he ever painted"</|quote|>"And I remember the dog chained up in the yard, | Oh, yes, I do," said Katharine, waking from other thoughts with her little start. "The summer we had a house near Tenby. I remember the field and the pond with the tadpoles, and making haystacks with Mr. Lavington." "She is right. There _was_ a pond with tadpoles," Mrs. Cosham corroborated.<|quote|>"Millais made studie... | He would do well, she thought, to devote himself to satire. "Charles Lavington, you remember, was a solicitor," Mrs. Milvain interposed, rather resenting the waste of time involved in talking about fictitious people when you might be talking about real people. "But you wouldn t remember him, Katharine." "Mr. Lavington?... | come out of it, now; better or worse than you expected?" Thus called upon to sum up the worth of human nature in a few words, Ralph answered unhesitatingly: "Worse, Mrs. Cosham, a good deal worse. I m afraid the ordinary man is a bit of a rascal" "And the ordinary woman?" "No, I don t like the ordinary woman either" "A... | her memories. She was matching him, presumably, with certain characters in the old novels, for she came out, after a pause, with: "Um um Pendennis Warrington I could never forgive Laura," she pronounced energetically, "for not marrying George, in spite of everything. George Eliot did the very same thing; and Lewes was ... | fancy," Mrs. Milvain resumed, lowering her voice rather confidentially, "that John would have done more if it hadn t been for his wife, your Aunt Emily. She was a very good woman, devoted to him, of course, but she was not ambitious for him, and if a wife isn t ambitious for her husband, especially in a profession like... | only a solicitor." "But you write, too?" Mrs. Cosham demanded, afraid lest she should be balked of her priceless discovery, a young man truly devoted to literature. "In my spare time," Denham reassured her. "In your spare time!" Mrs. Cosham echoed. "That is a proof of devotion, indeed." She half closed her eyes, and in... | Night And Day |
"And I remember the dog chained up in the yard, and the dead snakes hanging in the toolhouse." | Katharine Hilbery | best picture he ever painted"<|quote|>"And I remember the dog chained up in the yard, and the dead snakes hanging in the toolhouse."</|quote|>"It was at Tenby that | Some say that is the best picture he ever painted"<|quote|>"And I remember the dog chained up in the yard, and the dead snakes hanging in the toolhouse."</|quote|>"It was at Tenby that you were chased by the | had a house near Tenby. I remember the field and the pond with the tadpoles, and making haystacks with Mr. Lavington." "She is right. There _was_ a pond with tadpoles," Mrs. Cosham corroborated. "Millais made studies of it for Ophelia. Some say that is the best picture he ever painted"<|quote|>"And I remember the dog c... | solicitor," Mrs. Milvain interposed, rather resenting the waste of time involved in talking about fictitious people when you might be talking about real people. "But you wouldn t remember him, Katharine." "Mr. Lavington? Oh, yes, I do," said Katharine, waking from other thoughts with her little start. "The summer we ha... | the worth of human nature in a few words, Ralph answered unhesitatingly: "Worse, Mrs. Cosham, a good deal worse. I m afraid the ordinary man is a bit of a rascal" "And the ordinary woman?" "No, I don t like the ordinary woman either" "Ah, dear me, I ve no doubt that s very true, very true." Mrs. Cosham sighed. "Swift w... | out, after a pause, with: "Um um Pendennis Warrington I could never forgive Laura," she pronounced energetically, "for not marrying George, in spite of everything. George Eliot did the very same thing; and Lewes was a little frog-faced man, with the manner of a dancing master. But Warrington, now, had everything in his... | hadn t been for his wife, your Aunt Emily. She was a very good woman, devoted to him, of course, but she was not ambitious for him, and if a wife isn t ambitious for her husband, especially in a profession like the law, clients soon get to know of it. In our young days, Mr. Denham, we used to say that we knew which of ... | s a fine example for you, Mr. Denham. Study your clients, young man, and the world will be the richer one of these days, I have no doubt. Tell me, how do we come out of it, now; better or worse than you expected?" Thus called upon to sum up the worth of human nature in a few words, Ralph answered unhesitatingly: "Worse... | Night And Day |
"It was at Tenby that you were chased by the bull," | Mrs. Milvain | snakes hanging in the toolhouse."<|quote|>"It was at Tenby that you were chased by the bull,"</|quote|>Mrs. Milvain continued. "But that | the yard, and the dead snakes hanging in the toolhouse."<|quote|>"It was at Tenby that you were chased by the bull,"</|quote|>Mrs. Milvain continued. "But that you couldn t remember, though | with Mr. Lavington." "She is right. There _was_ a pond with tadpoles," Mrs. Cosham corroborated. "Millais made studies of it for Ophelia. Some say that is the best picture he ever painted" "And I remember the dog chained up in the yard, and the dead snakes hanging in the toolhouse."<|quote|>"It was at Tenby that you we... | might be talking about real people. "But you wouldn t remember him, Katharine." "Mr. Lavington? Oh, yes, I do," said Katharine, waking from other thoughts with her little start. "The summer we had a house near Tenby. I remember the field and the pond with the tadpoles, and making haystacks with Mr. Lavington." "She is ... | worse. I m afraid the ordinary man is a bit of a rascal" "And the ordinary woman?" "No, I don t like the ordinary woman either" "Ah, dear me, I ve no doubt that s very true, very true." Mrs. Cosham sighed. "Swift would have agreed with you, anyhow" She looked at him, and thought that there were signs of distinct power ... | not marrying George, in spite of everything. George Eliot did the very same thing; and Lewes was a little frog-faced man, with the manner of a dancing master. But Warrington, now, had everything in his favor; intellect, passion, romance, distinction, and the connection was a mere piece of undergraduate folly. Arthur, I... | of course, but she was not ambitious for him, and if a wife isn t ambitious for her husband, especially in a profession like the law, clients soon get to know of it. In our young days, Mr. Denham, we used to say that we knew which of our friends would become judges, by looking at the girls they married. And so it was, ... | of great writers and illumined their pages was no false radiance in her case. She carried her pocket Shakespeare about with her, and met life fortified by the words of the poets. How far she saw Denham, and how far she confused him with some hero of fiction, it would be hard to say. Literature had taken possession even... | Night And Day |
Mrs. Milvain continued. | No speaker | were chased by the bull,"<|quote|>Mrs. Milvain continued.</|quote|>"But that you couldn t | was at Tenby that you were chased by the bull,"<|quote|>Mrs. Milvain continued.</|quote|>"But that you couldn t remember, though it s true | tadpoles," Mrs. Cosham corroborated. "Millais made studies of it for Ophelia. Some say that is the best picture he ever painted" "And I remember the dog chained up in the yard, and the dead snakes hanging in the toolhouse." "It was at Tenby that you were chased by the bull,"<|quote|>Mrs. Milvain continued.</|quote|>"Bu... | him, Katharine." "Mr. Lavington? Oh, yes, I do," said Katharine, waking from other thoughts with her little start. "The summer we had a house near Tenby. I remember the field and the pond with the tadpoles, and making haystacks with Mr. Lavington." "She is right. There _was_ a pond with tadpoles," Mrs. Cosham corrobora... | a rascal" "And the ordinary woman?" "No, I don t like the ordinary woman either" "Ah, dear me, I ve no doubt that s very true, very true." Mrs. Cosham sighed. "Swift would have agreed with you, anyhow" She looked at him, and thought that there were signs of distinct power in his brow. He would do well, she thought, to ... | very same thing; and Lewes was a little frog-faced man, with the manner of a dancing master. But Warrington, now, had everything in his favor; intellect, passion, romance, distinction, and the connection was a mere piece of undergraduate folly. Arthur, I confess, has always seemed to me a bit of a fop; I can t imagine ... | a wife isn t ambitious for her husband, especially in a profession like the law, clients soon get to know of it. In our young days, Mr. Denham, we used to say that we knew which of our friends would become judges, by looking at the girls they married. And so it was, and so, I fancy, it always will be. I don t think," s... | nowadays, that Shakespeare was a lawyer. They say, that accounts for his knowledge of human nature. There s a fine example for you, Mr. Denham. Study your clients, young man, and the world will be the richer one of these days, I have no doubt. Tell me, how do we come out of it, now; better or worse than you expected?" ... | Night And Day |
"But that you couldn t remember, though it s true you were a wonderful child. Such eyes she had, Mr. Denham! I used to say to her father, She s watching us, and summing us all up in her little mind. And they had a nurse in those days," | Mrs. Milvain | the bull," Mrs. Milvain continued.<|quote|>"But that you couldn t remember, though it s true you were a wonderful child. Such eyes she had, Mr. Denham! I used to say to her father, She s watching us, and summing us all up in her little mind. And they had a nurse in those days,"</|quote|>she went on, telling her | that you were chased by the bull," Mrs. Milvain continued.<|quote|>"But that you couldn t remember, though it s true you were a wonderful child. Such eyes she had, Mr. Denham! I used to say to her father, She s watching us, and summing us all up in her little mind. And they had a nurse in those days,"</|quote|>she went... | corroborated. "Millais made studies of it for Ophelia. Some say that is the best picture he ever painted" "And I remember the dog chained up in the yard, and the dead snakes hanging in the toolhouse." "It was at Tenby that you were chased by the bull," Mrs. Milvain continued.<|quote|>"But that you couldn t remember, th... | Lavington? Oh, yes, I do," said Katharine, waking from other thoughts with her little start. "The summer we had a house near Tenby. I remember the field and the pond with the tadpoles, and making haystacks with Mr. Lavington." "She is right. There _was_ a pond with tadpoles," Mrs. Cosham corroborated. "Millais made stu... | the ordinary woman?" "No, I don t like the ordinary woman either" "Ah, dear me, I ve no doubt that s very true, very true." Mrs. Cosham sighed. "Swift would have agreed with you, anyhow" She looked at him, and thought that there were signs of distinct power in his brow. He would do well, she thought, to devote himself ... | and Lewes was a little frog-faced man, with the manner of a dancing master. But Warrington, now, had everything in his favor; intellect, passion, romance, distinction, and the connection was a mere piece of undergraduate folly. Arthur, I confess, has always seemed to me a bit of a fop; I can t imagine how Laura married... | t ambitious for her husband, especially in a profession like the law, clients soon get to know of it. In our young days, Mr. Denham, we used to say that we knew which of our friends would become judges, by looking at the girls they married. And so it was, and so, I fancy, it always will be. I don t think," she added, s... | devotion, indeed." She half closed her eyes, and indulged herself in a fascinating picture of a briefless barrister lodged in a garret, writing immortal novels by the light of a farthing dip. But the romance which fell upon the figures of great writers and illumined their pages was no false radiance in her case. She ca... | Night And Day |
she went on, telling her story with charming solemnity to Ralph, | No speaker | a nurse in those days,"<|quote|>she went on, telling her story with charming solemnity to Ralph,</|quote|>"who was a good woman, | little mind. And they had a nurse in those days,"<|quote|>she went on, telling her story with charming solemnity to Ralph,</|quote|>"who was a good woman, but engaged to a sailor. | continued. "But that you couldn t remember, though it s true you were a wonderful child. Such eyes she had, Mr. Denham! I used to say to her father, She s watching us, and summing us all up in her little mind. And they had a nurse in those days,"<|quote|>she went on, telling her story with charming solemnity to Ralph,<... | Cosham corroborated. "Millais made studies of it for Ophelia. Some say that is the best picture he ever painted" "And I remember the dog chained up in the yard, and the dead snakes hanging in the toolhouse." "It was at Tenby that you were chased by the bull," Mrs. Milvain continued. "But that you couldn t remember, tho... | his brow. He would do well, she thought, to devote himself to satire. "Charles Lavington, you remember, was a solicitor," Mrs. Milvain interposed, rather resenting the waste of time involved in talking about fictitious people when you might be talking about real people. "But you wouldn t remember him, Katharine." "Mr. ... | I can t imagine how Laura married him. But you say you re a solicitor, Mr. Denham. Now there are one or two things I should like to ask you about Shakespeare" She drew out her small, worn volume with some difficulty, opened it, and shook it in the air. "They say, nowadays, that Shakespeare was a lawyer. They say, that ... | was, and so, I fancy, it always will be. I don t think," she added, summing up these scattered remarks, "that any man is really happy unless he succeeds in his profession." Mrs. Cosham approved of this sentiment with more ponderous sagacity from her side of the tea-table, in the first place by swaying her head, and in ... | Now there are one or two things I should like to ask you about Shakespeare" She drew out her small, worn volume with some difficulty, opened it, and shook it in the air. "They say, nowadays, that Shakespeare was a lawyer. They say, that accounts for his knowledge of human nature. There s a fine example for you, Mr. Den... | Night And Day |
"who was a good woman, but engaged to a sailor. When she ought to have been attending to the baby, her eyes were on the sea. And Mrs. Hilbery allowed this girl Susan her name was to have him to stay in the village. They abused her goodness, I m sorry to say, and while they walked in the lanes, they stood the perambulat... | Mrs. Milvain | with charming solemnity to Ralph,<|quote|>"who was a good woman, but engaged to a sailor. When she ought to have been attending to the baby, her eyes were on the sea. And Mrs. Hilbery allowed this girl Susan her name was to have him to stay in the village. They abused her goodness, I m sorry to say, and while they walk... | went on, telling her story with charming solemnity to Ralph,<|quote|>"who was a good woman, but engaged to a sailor. When she ought to have been attending to the baby, her eyes were on the sea. And Mrs. Hilbery allowed this girl Susan her name was to have him to stay in the village. They abused her goodness, I m sorry ... | you were a wonderful child. Such eyes she had, Mr. Denham! I used to say to her father, She s watching us, and summing us all up in her little mind. And they had a nurse in those days," she went on, telling her story with charming solemnity to Ralph,<|quote|>"who was a good woman, but engaged to a sailor. When she ough... | that is the best picture he ever painted" "And I remember the dog chained up in the yard, and the dead snakes hanging in the toolhouse." "It was at Tenby that you were chased by the bull," Mrs. Milvain continued. "But that you couldn t remember, though it s true you were a wonderful child. Such eyes she had, Mr. Denham... | to satire. "Charles Lavington, you remember, was a solicitor," Mrs. Milvain interposed, rather resenting the waste of time involved in talking about fictitious people when you might be talking about real people. "But you wouldn t remember him, Katharine." "Mr. Lavington? Oh, yes, I do," said Katharine, waking from othe... | you re a solicitor, Mr. Denham. Now there are one or two things I should like to ask you about Shakespeare" She drew out her small, worn volume with some difficulty, opened it, and shook it in the air. "They say, nowadays, that Shakespeare was a lawyer. They say, that accounts for his knowledge of human nature. There s... | t think," she added, summing up these scattered remarks, "that any man is really happy unless he succeeds in his profession." Mrs. Cosham approved of this sentiment with more ponderous sagacity from her side of the tea-table, in the first place by swaying her head, and in the second by remarking: "No, men are not the s... | her small, worn volume with some difficulty, opened it, and shook it in the air. "They say, nowadays, that Shakespeare was a lawyer. They say, that accounts for his knowledge of human nature. There s a fine example for you, Mr. Denham. Study your clients, young man, and the world will be the richer one of these days, I... | Night And Day |
"I think the bull was only a cow, Aunt Celia," | Katharine Hilbery | rescued Katharine in his arms!"<|quote|>"I think the bull was only a cow, Aunt Celia,"</|quote|>said Katharine. "My darling, it | the nick of time, and rescued Katharine in his arms!"<|quote|>"I think the bull was only a cow, Aunt Celia,"</|quote|>said Katharine. "My darling, it was a great red Devonshire | they stood the perambulator alone in a field where there was a bull. The animal became enraged by the red blanket in the perambulator, and Heaven knows what might have happened if a gentleman had not been walking by in the nick of time, and rescued Katharine in his arms!"<|quote|>"I think the bull was only a cow, Aunt ... | When she ought to have been attending to the baby, her eyes were on the sea. And Mrs. Hilbery allowed this girl Susan her name was to have him to stay in the village. They abused her goodness, I m sorry to say, and while they walked in the lanes, they stood the perambulator alone in a field where there was a bull. The ... | remember the dog chained up in the yard, and the dead snakes hanging in the toolhouse." "It was at Tenby that you were chased by the bull," Mrs. Milvain continued. "But that you couldn t remember, though it s true you were a wonderful child. Such eyes she had, Mr. Denham! I used to say to her father, She s watching us,... | of human nature in a few words, Ralph answered unhesitatingly: "Worse, Mrs. Cosham, a good deal worse. I m afraid the ordinary man is a bit of a rascal" "And the ordinary woman?" "No, I don t like the ordinary woman either" "Ah, dear me, I ve no doubt that s very true, very true." Mrs. Cosham sighed. "Swift would have ... | We have Laura and Beatrice, Antigone and Cordelia, but we have no heroic man. How do you, as a poet, account for that, Mr. Denham?" "I m not a poet," said Ralph good-humoredly. "I m only a solicitor." "But you write, too?" Mrs. Cosham demanded, afraid lest she should be balked of her priceless discovery, a young man tr... | clients, young man, and the world will be the richer one of these days, I have no doubt. Tell me, how do we come out of it, now; better or worse than you expected?" Thus called upon to sum up the worth of human nature in a few words, Ralph answered unhesitatingly: "Worse, Mrs. Cosham, a good deal worse. I m afraid the ... | Night And Day |
said Katharine. | No speaker | only a cow, Aunt Celia,"<|quote|>said Katharine.</|quote|>"My darling, it was a | "I think the bull was only a cow, Aunt Celia,"<|quote|>said Katharine.</|quote|>"My darling, it was a great red Devonshire bull, and | was a bull. The animal became enraged by the red blanket in the perambulator, and Heaven knows what might have happened if a gentleman had not been walking by in the nick of time, and rescued Katharine in his arms!" "I think the bull was only a cow, Aunt Celia,"<|quote|>said Katharine.</|quote|>"My darling, it was a gr... | her eyes were on the sea. And Mrs. Hilbery allowed this girl Susan her name was to have him to stay in the village. They abused her goodness, I m sorry to say, and while they walked in the lanes, they stood the perambulator alone in a field where there was a bull. The animal became enraged by the red blanket in the per... | dead snakes hanging in the toolhouse." "It was at Tenby that you were chased by the bull," Mrs. Milvain continued. "But that you couldn t remember, though it s true you were a wonderful child. Such eyes she had, Mr. Denham! I used to say to her father, She s watching us, and summing us all up in her little mind. And th... | "Worse, Mrs. Cosham, a good deal worse. I m afraid the ordinary man is a bit of a rascal" "And the ordinary woman?" "No, I don t like the ordinary woman either" "Ah, dear me, I ve no doubt that s very true, very true." Mrs. Cosham sighed. "Swift would have agreed with you, anyhow" She looked at him, and thought that th... | have no heroic man. How do you, as a poet, account for that, Mr. Denham?" "I m not a poet," said Ralph good-humoredly. "I m only a solicitor." "But you write, too?" Mrs. Cosham demanded, afraid lest she should be balked of her priceless discovery, a young man truly devoted to literature. "In my spare time," Denham reas... | confess, has always seemed to me a bit of a fop; I can t imagine how Laura married him. But you say you re a solicitor, Mr. Denham. Now there are one or two things I should like to ask you about Shakespeare" She drew out her small, worn volume with some difficulty, opened it, and shook it in the air. "They say, nowaday... | Night And Day |
"My darling, it was a great red Devonshire bull, and not long after it gored a man to death and had to be destroyed. And your mother forgave Susan a thing I could never have done." | Mrs. Milvain | cow, Aunt Celia," said Katharine.<|quote|>"My darling, it was a great red Devonshire bull, and not long after it gored a man to death and had to be destroyed. And your mother forgave Susan a thing I could never have done."</|quote|>"Maggie s sympathies were entirely | the bull was only a cow, Aunt Celia," said Katharine.<|quote|>"My darling, it was a great red Devonshire bull, and not long after it gored a man to death and had to be destroyed. And your mother forgave Susan a thing I could never have done."</|quote|>"Maggie s sympathies were entirely with Susan and the sailor, | bull. The animal became enraged by the red blanket in the perambulator, and Heaven knows what might have happened if a gentleman had not been walking by in the nick of time, and rescued Katharine in his arms!" "I think the bull was only a cow, Aunt Celia," said Katharine.<|quote|>"My darling, it was a great red Devonsh... | were on the sea. And Mrs. Hilbery allowed this girl Susan her name was to have him to stay in the village. They abused her goodness, I m sorry to say, and while they walked in the lanes, they stood the perambulator alone in a field where there was a bull. The animal became enraged by the red blanket in the perambulator... | hanging in the toolhouse." "It was at Tenby that you were chased by the bull," Mrs. Milvain continued. "But that you couldn t remember, though it s true you were a wonderful child. Such eyes she had, Mr. Denham! I used to say to her father, She s watching us, and summing us all up in her little mind. And they had a nur... | Cosham, a good deal worse. I m afraid the ordinary man is a bit of a rascal" "And the ordinary woman?" "No, I don t like the ordinary woman either" "Ah, dear me, I ve no doubt that s very true, very true." Mrs. Cosham sighed. "Swift would have agreed with you, anyhow" She looked at him, and thought that there were sign... | heroic man. How do you, as a poet, account for that, Mr. Denham?" "I m not a poet," said Ralph good-humoredly. "I m only a solicitor." "But you write, too?" Mrs. Cosham demanded, afraid lest she should be balked of her priceless discovery, a young man truly devoted to literature. "In my spare time," Denham reassured he... | the richer one of these days, I have no doubt. Tell me, how do we come out of it, now; better or worse than you expected?" Thus called upon to sum up the worth of human nature in a few words, Ralph answered unhesitatingly: "Worse, Mrs. Cosham, a good deal worse. I m afraid the ordinary man is a bit of a rascal" "And th... | Night And Day |
"Maggie s sympathies were entirely with Susan and the sailor, I am sure," | Aunt Millicent | I could never have done."<|quote|>"Maggie s sympathies were entirely with Susan and the sailor, I am sure,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Cosham, rather tartly. | mother forgave Susan a thing I could never have done."<|quote|>"Maggie s sympathies were entirely with Susan and the sailor, I am sure,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Cosham, rather tartly. "My sister-in-law," she continued, "has | his arms!" "I think the bull was only a cow, Aunt Celia," said Katharine. "My darling, it was a great red Devonshire bull, and not long after it gored a man to death and had to be destroyed. And your mother forgave Susan a thing I could never have done."<|quote|>"Maggie s sympathies were entirely with Susan and the sai... | the lanes, they stood the perambulator alone in a field where there was a bull. The animal became enraged by the red blanket in the perambulator, and Heaven knows what might have happened if a gentleman had not been walking by in the nick of time, and rescued Katharine in his arms!" "I think the bull was only a cow, Au... | had, Mr. Denham! I used to say to her father, She s watching us, and summing us all up in her little mind. And they had a nurse in those days," she went on, telling her story with charming solemnity to Ralph, "who was a good woman, but engaged to a sailor. When she ought to have been attending to the baby, her eyes wer... | doubt that s very true, very true." Mrs. Cosham sighed. "Swift would have agreed with you, anyhow" She looked at him, and thought that there were signs of distinct power in his brow. He would do well, she thought, to devote himself to satire. "Charles Lavington, you remember, was a solicitor," Mrs. Milvain interposed, ... | should be balked of her priceless discovery, a young man truly devoted to literature. "In my spare time," Denham reassured her. "In your spare time!" Mrs. Cosham echoed. "That is a proof of devotion, indeed." She half closed her eyes, and indulged herself in a fascinating picture of a briefless barrister lodged in a ga... | "Millais made studies of it for Ophelia. Some say that is the best picture he ever painted" "And I remember the dog chained up in the yard, and the dead snakes hanging in the toolhouse." "It was at Tenby that you were chased by the bull," Mrs. Milvain continued. "But that you couldn t remember, though it s true you wer... | Night And Day |
said Mrs. Cosham, rather tartly. | No speaker | the sailor, I am sure,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Cosham, rather tartly.</|quote|>"My sister-in-law," she continued, "has | were entirely with Susan and the sailor, I am sure,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Cosham, rather tartly.</|quote|>"My sister-in-law," she continued, "has laid her burdens upon Providence | Katharine. "My darling, it was a great red Devonshire bull, and not long after it gored a man to death and had to be destroyed. And your mother forgave Susan a thing I could never have done." "Maggie s sympathies were entirely with Susan and the sailor, I am sure,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Cosham, rather tartly.</|quote|>"My ... | a bull. The animal became enraged by the red blanket in the perambulator, and Heaven knows what might have happened if a gentleman had not been walking by in the nick of time, and rescued Katharine in his arms!" "I think the bull was only a cow, Aunt Celia," said Katharine. "My darling, it was a great red Devonshire bu... | us, and summing us all up in her little mind. And they had a nurse in those days," she went on, telling her story with charming solemnity to Ralph, "who was a good woman, but engaged to a sailor. When she ought to have been attending to the baby, her eyes were on the sea. And Mrs. Hilbery allowed this girl Susan her na... | agreed with you, anyhow" She looked at him, and thought that there were signs of distinct power in his brow. He would do well, she thought, to devote himself to satire. "Charles Lavington, you remember, was a solicitor," Mrs. Milvain interposed, rather resenting the waste of time involved in talking about fictitious pe... | literature. "In my spare time," Denham reassured her. "In your spare time!" Mrs. Cosham echoed. "That is a proof of devotion, indeed." She half closed her eyes, and indulged herself in a fascinating picture of a briefless barrister lodged in a garret, writing immortal novels by the light of a farthing dip. But the roma... | a fine example for you, Mr. Denham. Study your clients, young man, and the world will be the richer one of these days, I have no doubt. Tell me, how do we come out of it, now; better or worse than you expected?" Thus called upon to sum up the worth of human nature in a few words, Ralph answered unhesitatingly: "Worse, ... | Night And Day |
"My sister-in-law," | Aunt Millicent | said Mrs. Cosham, rather tartly.<|quote|>"My sister-in-law,"</|quote|>she continued, "has laid her | the sailor, I am sure," said Mrs. Cosham, rather tartly.<|quote|>"My sister-in-law,"</|quote|>she continued, "has laid her burdens upon Providence at every | a great red Devonshire bull, and not long after it gored a man to death and had to be destroyed. And your mother forgave Susan a thing I could never have done." "Maggie s sympathies were entirely with Susan and the sailor, I am sure," said Mrs. Cosham, rather tartly.<|quote|>"My sister-in-law,"</|quote|>she continued, ... | enraged by the red blanket in the perambulator, and Heaven knows what might have happened if a gentleman had not been walking by in the nick of time, and rescued Katharine in his arms!" "I think the bull was only a cow, Aunt Celia," said Katharine. "My darling, it was a great red Devonshire bull, and not long after it ... | up in her little mind. And they had a nurse in those days," she went on, telling her story with charming solemnity to Ralph, "who was a good woman, but engaged to a sailor. When she ought to have been attending to the baby, her eyes were on the sea. And Mrs. Hilbery allowed this girl Susan her name was to have him to s... | looked at him, and thought that there were signs of distinct power in his brow. He would do well, she thought, to devote himself to satire. "Charles Lavington, you remember, was a solicitor," Mrs. Milvain interposed, rather resenting the waste of time involved in talking about fictitious people when you might be talkin... | Denham reassured her. "In your spare time!" Mrs. Cosham echoed. "That is a proof of devotion, indeed." She half closed her eyes, and indulged herself in a fascinating picture of a briefless barrister lodged in a garret, writing immortal novels by the light of a farthing dip. But the romance which fell upon the figures ... | "And the ordinary woman?" "No, I don t like the ordinary woman either" "Ah, dear me, I ve no doubt that s very true, very true." Mrs. Cosham sighed. "Swift would have agreed with you, anyhow" She looked at him, and thought that there were signs of distinct power in his brow. He would do well, she thought, to devote him... | Night And Day |
she continued, | No speaker | Cosham, rather tartly. "My sister-in-law,"<|quote|>she continued,</|quote|>"has laid her burdens upon | I am sure," said Mrs. Cosham, rather tartly. "My sister-in-law,"<|quote|>she continued,</|quote|>"has laid her burdens upon Providence at every crisis in | red Devonshire bull, and not long after it gored a man to death and had to be destroyed. And your mother forgave Susan a thing I could never have done." "Maggie s sympathies were entirely with Susan and the sailor, I am sure," said Mrs. Cosham, rather tartly. "My sister-in-law,"<|quote|>she continued,</|quote|>"has lai... | the red blanket in the perambulator, and Heaven knows what might have happened if a gentleman had not been walking by in the nick of time, and rescued Katharine in his arms!" "I think the bull was only a cow, Aunt Celia," said Katharine. "My darling, it was a great red Devonshire bull, and not long after it gored a man... | her little mind. And they had a nurse in those days," she went on, telling her story with charming solemnity to Ralph, "who was a good woman, but engaged to a sailor. When she ought to have been attending to the baby, her eyes were on the sea. And Mrs. Hilbery allowed this girl Susan her name was to have him to stay in... | him, and thought that there were signs of distinct power in his brow. He would do well, she thought, to devote himself to satire. "Charles Lavington, you remember, was a solicitor," Mrs. Milvain interposed, rather resenting the waste of time involved in talking about fictitious people when you might be talking about re... | her. "In your spare time!" Mrs. Cosham echoed. "That is a proof of devotion, indeed." She half closed her eyes, and indulged herself in a fascinating picture of a briefless barrister lodged in a garret, writing immortal novels by the light of a farthing dip. But the romance which fell upon the figures of great writers ... | up the worth of human nature in a few words, Ralph answered unhesitatingly: "Worse, Mrs. Cosham, a good deal worse. I m afraid the ordinary man is a bit of a rascal" "And the ordinary woman?" "No, I don t like the ordinary woman either" "Ah, dear me, I ve no doubt that s very true, very true." Mrs. Cosham sighed. "Swif... | Night And Day |
"has laid her burdens upon Providence at every crisis in her life, and Providence, I must confess, has responded nobly, so far" | Aunt Millicent | tartly. "My sister-in-law," she continued,<|quote|>"has laid her burdens upon Providence at every crisis in her life, and Providence, I must confess, has responded nobly, so far"</|quote|>"Yes," said Katharine, with a | sure," said Mrs. Cosham, rather tartly. "My sister-in-law," she continued,<|quote|>"has laid her burdens upon Providence at every crisis in her life, and Providence, I must confess, has responded nobly, so far"</|quote|>"Yes," said Katharine, with a laugh, for she liked the | bull, and not long after it gored a man to death and had to be destroyed. And your mother forgave Susan a thing I could never have done." "Maggie s sympathies were entirely with Susan and the sailor, I am sure," said Mrs. Cosham, rather tartly. "My sister-in-law," she continued,<|quote|>"has laid her burdens upon Provi... | blanket in the perambulator, and Heaven knows what might have happened if a gentleman had not been walking by in the nick of time, and rescued Katharine in his arms!" "I think the bull was only a cow, Aunt Celia," said Katharine. "My darling, it was a great red Devonshire bull, and not long after it gored a man to deat... | mind. And they had a nurse in those days," she went on, telling her story with charming solemnity to Ralph, "who was a good woman, but engaged to a sailor. When she ought to have been attending to the baby, her eyes were on the sea. And Mrs. Hilbery allowed this girl Susan her name was to have him to stay in the villag... | thought that there were signs of distinct power in his brow. He would do well, she thought, to devote himself to satire. "Charles Lavington, you remember, was a solicitor," Mrs. Milvain interposed, rather resenting the waste of time involved in talking about fictitious people when you might be talking about real people... | your spare time!" Mrs. Cosham echoed. "That is a proof of devotion, indeed." She half closed her eyes, and indulged herself in a fascinating picture of a briefless barrister lodged in a garret, writing immortal novels by the light of a farthing dip. But the romance which fell upon the figures of great writers and illum... | involved in talking about fictitious people when you might be talking about real people. "But you wouldn t remember him, Katharine." "Mr. Lavington? Oh, yes, I do," said Katharine, waking from other thoughts with her little start. "The summer we had a house near Tenby. I remember the field and the pond with the tadpole... | Night And Day |
"Yes," | Katharine Hilbery | has responded nobly, so far"<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>said Katharine, with a laugh, | and Providence, I must confess, has responded nobly, so far"<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>said Katharine, with a laugh, for she liked the rashness | thing I could never have done." "Maggie s sympathies were entirely with Susan and the sailor, I am sure," said Mrs. Cosham, rather tartly. "My sister-in-law," she continued, "has laid her burdens upon Providence at every crisis in her life, and Providence, I must confess, has responded nobly, so far"<|quote|>"Yes,"</|q... | of time, and rescued Katharine in his arms!" "I think the bull was only a cow, Aunt Celia," said Katharine. "My darling, it was a great red Devonshire bull, and not long after it gored a man to death and had to be destroyed. And your mother forgave Susan a thing I could never have done." "Maggie s sympathies were entir... | a good woman, but engaged to a sailor. When she ought to have been attending to the baby, her eyes were on the sea. And Mrs. Hilbery allowed this girl Susan her name was to have him to stay in the village. They abused her goodness, I m sorry to say, and while they walked in the lanes, they stood the perambulator alone ... | "Charles Lavington, you remember, was a solicitor," Mrs. Milvain interposed, rather resenting the waste of time involved in talking about fictitious people when you might be talking about real people. "But you wouldn t remember him, Katharine." "Mr. Lavington? Oh, yes, I do," said Katharine, waking from other thoughts ... | a fascinating picture of a briefless barrister lodged in a garret, writing immortal novels by the light of a farthing dip. But the romance which fell upon the figures of great writers and illumined their pages was no false radiance in her case. She carried her pocket Shakespeare about with her, and met life fortified b... | looked at him, and thought that there were signs of distinct power in his brow. He would do well, she thought, to devote himself to satire. "Charles Lavington, you remember, was a solicitor," Mrs. Milvain interposed, rather resenting the waste of time involved in talking about fictitious people when you might be talkin... | Night And Day |
said Katharine, with a laugh, for she liked the rashness which irritated the rest of the family. | No speaker | responded nobly, so far" "Yes,"<|quote|>said Katharine, with a laugh, for she liked the rashness which irritated the rest of the family.</|quote|>"My mother s bulls always | Providence, I must confess, has responded nobly, so far" "Yes,"<|quote|>said Katharine, with a laugh, for she liked the rashness which irritated the rest of the family.</|quote|>"My mother s bulls always turn into cows at the | I could never have done." "Maggie s sympathies were entirely with Susan and the sailor, I am sure," said Mrs. Cosham, rather tartly. "My sister-in-law," she continued, "has laid her burdens upon Providence at every crisis in her life, and Providence, I must confess, has responded nobly, so far" "Yes,"<|quote|>said Kath... | time, and rescued Katharine in his arms!" "I think the bull was only a cow, Aunt Celia," said Katharine. "My darling, it was a great red Devonshire bull, and not long after it gored a man to death and had to be destroyed. And your mother forgave Susan a thing I could never have done." "Maggie s sympathies were entirely... | good woman, but engaged to a sailor. When she ought to have been attending to the baby, her eyes were on the sea. And Mrs. Hilbery allowed this girl Susan her name was to have him to stay in the village. They abused her goodness, I m sorry to say, and while they walked in the lanes, they stood the perambulator alone in... | Lavington, you remember, was a solicitor," Mrs. Milvain interposed, rather resenting the waste of time involved in talking about fictitious people when you might be talking about real people. "But you wouldn t remember him, Katharine." "Mr. Lavington? Oh, yes, I do," said Katharine, waking from other thoughts with her ... | fascinating picture of a briefless barrister lodged in a garret, writing immortal novels by the light of a farthing dip. But the romance which fell upon the figures of great writers and illumined their pages was no false radiance in her case. She carried her pocket Shakespeare about with her, and met life fortified by ... | Katharine." "Mr. Lavington? Oh, yes, I do," said Katharine, waking from other thoughts with her little start. "The summer we had a house near Tenby. I remember the field and the pond with the tadpoles, and making haystacks with Mr. Lavington." "She is right. There _was_ a pond with tadpoles," Mrs. Cosham corroborated. ... | Night And Day |
"My mother s bulls always turn into cows at the critical moment." | Katharine Hilbery | the rest of the family.<|quote|>"My mother s bulls always turn into cows at the critical moment."</|quote|>"Well," said Mrs. Milvain, "I | liked the rashness which irritated the rest of the family.<|quote|>"My mother s bulls always turn into cows at the critical moment."</|quote|>"Well," said Mrs. Milvain, "I m glad you have some | sure," said Mrs. Cosham, rather tartly. "My sister-in-law," she continued, "has laid her burdens upon Providence at every crisis in her life, and Providence, I must confess, has responded nobly, so far" "Yes," said Katharine, with a laugh, for she liked the rashness which irritated the rest of the family.<|quote|>"My m... | said Katharine. "My darling, it was a great red Devonshire bull, and not long after it gored a man to death and had to be destroyed. And your mother forgave Susan a thing I could never have done." "Maggie s sympathies were entirely with Susan and the sailor, I am sure," said Mrs. Cosham, rather tartly. "My sister-in-la... | her eyes were on the sea. And Mrs. Hilbery allowed this girl Susan her name was to have him to stay in the village. They abused her goodness, I m sorry to say, and while they walked in the lanes, they stood the perambulator alone in a field where there was a bull. The animal became enraged by the red blanket in the per... | talking about fictitious people when you might be talking about real people. "But you wouldn t remember him, Katharine." "Mr. Lavington? Oh, yes, I do," said Katharine, waking from other thoughts with her little start. "The summer we had a house near Tenby. I remember the field and the pond with the tadpoles, and makin... | a farthing dip. But the romance which fell upon the figures of great writers and illumined their pages was no false radiance in her case. She carried her pocket Shakespeare about with her, and met life fortified by the words of the poets. How far she saw Denham, and how far she confused him with some hero of fiction, i... | painted" "And I remember the dog chained up in the yard, and the dead snakes hanging in the toolhouse." "It was at Tenby that you were chased by the bull," Mrs. Milvain continued. "But that you couldn t remember, though it s true you were a wonderful child. Such eyes she had, Mr. Denham! I used to say to her father, Sh... | Night And Day |
"Well," | Mrs. Milvain | cows at the critical moment."<|quote|>"Well,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Milvain, "I m | s bulls always turn into cows at the critical moment."<|quote|>"Well,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Milvain, "I m glad you have some one | her burdens upon Providence at every crisis in her life, and Providence, I must confess, has responded nobly, so far" "Yes," said Katharine, with a laugh, for she liked the rashness which irritated the rest of the family. "My mother s bulls always turn into cows at the critical moment."<|quote|>"Well,"</|quote|>said Mr... | not long after it gored a man to death and had to be destroyed. And your mother forgave Susan a thing I could never have done." "Maggie s sympathies were entirely with Susan and the sailor, I am sure," said Mrs. Cosham, rather tartly. "My sister-in-law," she continued, "has laid her burdens upon Providence at every cri... | Susan her name was to have him to stay in the village. They abused her goodness, I m sorry to say, and while they walked in the lanes, they stood the perambulator alone in a field where there was a bull. The animal became enraged by the red blanket in the perambulator, and Heaven knows what might have happened if a gen... | "But you wouldn t remember him, Katharine." "Mr. Lavington? Oh, yes, I do," said Katharine, waking from other thoughts with her little start. "The summer we had a house near Tenby. I remember the field and the pond with the tadpoles, and making haystacks with Mr. Lavington." "She is right. There _was_ a pond with tadpo... | great writers and illumined their pages was no false radiance in her case. She carried her pocket Shakespeare about with her, and met life fortified by the words of the poets. How far she saw Denham, and how far she confused him with some hero of fiction, it would be hard to say. Literature had taken possession even of... | child. Such eyes she had, Mr. Denham! I used to say to her father, She s watching us, and summing us all up in her little mind. And they had a nurse in those days," she went on, telling her story with charming solemnity to Ralph, "who was a good woman, but engaged to a sailor. When she ought to have been attending to t... | Night And Day |
said Mrs. Milvain, | No speaker | at the critical moment." "Well,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Milvain,</|quote|>"I m glad you have | bulls always turn into cows at the critical moment." "Well,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Milvain,</|quote|>"I m glad you have some one to protect you | burdens upon Providence at every crisis in her life, and Providence, I must confess, has responded nobly, so far" "Yes," said Katharine, with a laugh, for she liked the rashness which irritated the rest of the family. "My mother s bulls always turn into cows at the critical moment." "Well,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Milvain,</... | long after it gored a man to death and had to be destroyed. And your mother forgave Susan a thing I could never have done." "Maggie s sympathies were entirely with Susan and the sailor, I am sure," said Mrs. Cosham, rather tartly. "My sister-in-law," she continued, "has laid her burdens upon Providence at every crisis ... | her name was to have him to stay in the village. They abused her goodness, I m sorry to say, and while they walked in the lanes, they stood the perambulator alone in a field where there was a bull. The animal became enraged by the red blanket in the perambulator, and Heaven knows what might have happened if a gentleman... | you wouldn t remember him, Katharine." "Mr. Lavington? Oh, yes, I do," said Katharine, waking from other thoughts with her little start. "The summer we had a house near Tenby. I remember the field and the pond with the tadpoles, and making haystacks with Mr. Lavington." "She is right. There _was_ a pond with tadpoles,"... | writers and illumined their pages was no false radiance in her case. She carried her pocket Shakespeare about with her, and met life fortified by the words of the poets. How far she saw Denham, and how far she confused him with some hero of fiction, it would be hard to say. Literature had taken possession even of her m... | her story with charming solemnity to Ralph, "who was a good woman, but engaged to a sailor. When she ought to have been attending to the baby, her eyes were on the sea. And Mrs. Hilbery allowed this girl Susan her name was to have him to stay in the village. They abused her goodness, I m sorry to say, and while they wa... | Night And Day |
"I m glad you have some one to protect you from bulls now." | Mrs. Milvain | moment." "Well," said Mrs. Milvain,<|quote|>"I m glad you have some one to protect you from bulls now."</|quote|>"I can t imagine William | into cows at the critical moment." "Well," said Mrs. Milvain,<|quote|>"I m glad you have some one to protect you from bulls now."</|quote|>"I can t imagine William protecting any one from bulls," | at every crisis in her life, and Providence, I must confess, has responded nobly, so far" "Yes," said Katharine, with a laugh, for she liked the rashness which irritated the rest of the family. "My mother s bulls always turn into cows at the critical moment." "Well," said Mrs. Milvain,<|quote|>"I m glad you have some o... | gored a man to death and had to be destroyed. And your mother forgave Susan a thing I could never have done." "Maggie s sympathies were entirely with Susan and the sailor, I am sure," said Mrs. Cosham, rather tartly. "My sister-in-law," she continued, "has laid her burdens upon Providence at every crisis in her life, a... | to have him to stay in the village. They abused her goodness, I m sorry to say, and while they walked in the lanes, they stood the perambulator alone in a field where there was a bull. The animal became enraged by the red blanket in the perambulator, and Heaven knows what might have happened if a gentleman had not been... | remember him, Katharine." "Mr. Lavington? Oh, yes, I do," said Katharine, waking from other thoughts with her little start. "The summer we had a house near Tenby. I remember the field and the pond with the tadpoles, and making haystacks with Mr. Lavington." "She is right. There _was_ a pond with tadpoles," Mrs. Cosham ... | their pages was no false radiance in her case. She carried her pocket Shakespeare about with her, and met life fortified by the words of the poets. How far she saw Denham, and how far she confused him with some hero of fiction, it would be hard to say. Literature had taken possession even of her memories. She was match... | remember, though it s true you were a wonderful child. Such eyes she had, Mr. Denham! I used to say to her father, She s watching us, and summing us all up in her little mind. And they had a nurse in those days," she went on, telling her story with charming solemnity to Ralph, "who was a good woman, but engaged to a sa... | Night And Day |
"I can t imagine William protecting any one from bulls," | Katharine Hilbery | protect you from bulls now."<|quote|>"I can t imagine William protecting any one from bulls,"</|quote|>said Katharine. It happened that | you have some one to protect you from bulls now."<|quote|>"I can t imagine William protecting any one from bulls,"</|quote|>said Katharine. It happened that Mrs. Cosham had once more | nobly, so far" "Yes," said Katharine, with a laugh, for she liked the rashness which irritated the rest of the family. "My mother s bulls always turn into cows at the critical moment." "Well," said Mrs. Milvain, "I m glad you have some one to protect you from bulls now."<|quote|>"I can t imagine William protecting any ... | forgave Susan a thing I could never have done." "Maggie s sympathies were entirely with Susan and the sailor, I am sure," said Mrs. Cosham, rather tartly. "My sister-in-law," she continued, "has laid her burdens upon Providence at every crisis in her life, and Providence, I must confess, has responded nobly, so far" "Y... | m sorry to say, and while they walked in the lanes, they stood the perambulator alone in a field where there was a bull. The animal became enraged by the red blanket in the perambulator, and Heaven knows what might have happened if a gentleman had not been walking by in the nick of time, and rescued Katharine in his ar... | other thoughts with her little start. "The summer we had a house near Tenby. I remember the field and the pond with the tadpoles, and making haystacks with Mr. Lavington." "She is right. There _was_ a pond with tadpoles," Mrs. Cosham corroborated. "Millais made studies of it for Ophelia. Some say that is the best pictu... | Shakespeare about with her, and met life fortified by the words of the poets. How far she saw Denham, and how far she confused him with some hero of fiction, it would be hard to say. Literature had taken possession even of her memories. She was matching him, presumably, with certain characters in the old novels, for sh... | agreed with you, anyhow" She looked at him, and thought that there were signs of distinct power in his brow. He would do well, she thought, to devote himself to satire. "Charles Lavington, you remember, was a solicitor," Mrs. Milvain interposed, rather resenting the waste of time involved in talking about fictitious pe... | Night And Day |
said Katharine. It happened that Mrs. Cosham had once more produced her pocket volume of Shakespeare, and was consulting Ralph upon an obscure passage in "Measure for Measure." He did not at once seize the meaning of what Katharine and her aunt were saying; William, he supposed, referred to some small cousin, for he no... | No speaker | protecting any one from bulls,"<|quote|>said Katharine. It happened that Mrs. Cosham had once more produced her pocket volume of Shakespeare, and was consulting Ralph upon an obscure passage in "Measure for Measure." He did not at once seize the meaning of what Katharine and her aunt were saying; William, he supposed, ... | "I can t imagine William protecting any one from bulls,"<|quote|>said Katharine. It happened that Mrs. Cosham had once more produced her pocket volume of Shakespeare, and was consulting Ralph upon an obscure passage in "Measure for Measure." He did not at once seize the meaning of what Katharine and her aunt were sayin... | she liked the rashness which irritated the rest of the family. "My mother s bulls always turn into cows at the critical moment." "Well," said Mrs. Milvain, "I m glad you have some one to protect you from bulls now." "I can t imagine William protecting any one from bulls,"<|quote|>said Katharine. It happened that Mrs. C... | s sympathies were entirely with Susan and the sailor, I am sure," said Mrs. Cosham, rather tartly. "My sister-in-law," she continued, "has laid her burdens upon Providence at every crisis in her life, and Providence, I must confess, has responded nobly, so far" "Yes," said Katharine, with a laugh, for she liked the ras... | lanes, they stood the perambulator alone in a field where there was a bull. The animal became enraged by the red blanket in the perambulator, and Heaven knows what might have happened if a gentleman had not been walking by in the nick of time, and rescued Katharine in his arms!" "I think the bull was only a cow, Aunt C... | a house near Tenby. I remember the field and the pond with the tadpoles, and making haystacks with Mr. Lavington." "She is right. There _was_ a pond with tadpoles," Mrs. Cosham corroborated. "Millais made studies of it for Ophelia. Some say that is the best picture he ever painted" "And I remember the dog chained up in... | words of the poets. How far she saw Denham, and how far she confused him with some hero of fiction, it would be hard to say. Literature had taken possession even of her memories. She was matching him, presumably, with certain characters in the old novels, for she came out, after a pause, with: "Um um Pendennis Warringt... | to a sailor. When she ought to have been attending to the baby, her eyes were on the sea. And Mrs. Hilbery allowed this girl Susan her name was to have him to stay in the village. They abused her goodness, I m sorry to say, and while they walked in the lanes, they stood the perambulator alone in a field where there was... | Night And Day |
"I like rubies," | Katharine Hilbery | distinctly of an engagement ring.<|quote|>"I like rubies,"</|quote|>he heard Katharine say. "To | later he heard them speak distinctly of an engagement ring.<|quote|>"I like rubies,"</|quote|>he heard Katharine say. "To be imprison d in the | saying; William, he supposed, referred to some small cousin, for he now saw Katharine as a child in a pinafore; but, nevertheless, he was so much distracted that his eye could hardly follow the words on the paper. A moment later he heard them speak distinctly of an engagement ring.<|quote|>"I like rubies,"</|quote|>he ... | imagine William protecting any one from bulls," said Katharine. It happened that Mrs. Cosham had once more produced her pocket volume of Shakespeare, and was consulting Ralph upon an obscure passage in "Measure for Measure." He did not at once seize the meaning of what Katharine and her aunt were saying; William, he su... | thing I could never have done." "Maggie s sympathies were entirely with Susan and the sailor, I am sure," said Mrs. Cosham, rather tartly. "My sister-in-law," she continued, "has laid her burdens upon Providence at every crisis in her life, and Providence, I must confess, has responded nobly, so far" "Yes," said Kathar... | a wonderful child. Such eyes she had, Mr. Denham! I used to say to her father, She s watching us, and summing us all up in her little mind. And they had a nurse in those days," she went on, telling her story with charming solemnity to Ralph, "who was a good woman, but engaged to a sailor. When she ought to have been at... | dancing master. But Warrington, now, had everything in his favor; intellect, passion, romance, distinction, and the connection was a mere piece of undergraduate folly. Arthur, I confess, has always seemed to me a bit of a fop; I can t imagine how Laura married him. But you say you re a solicitor, Mr. Denham. Now there ... | bull was only a cow, Aunt Celia," said Katharine. "My darling, it was a great red Devonshire bull, and not long after it gored a man to death and had to be destroyed. And your mother forgave Susan a thing I could never have done." "Maggie s sympathies were entirely with Susan and the sailor, I am sure," said Mrs. Cosha... | Night And Day |
he heard Katharine say. "To be imprison d in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendant world...." Mrs. Cosham intoned; at the same instant "Rodney" fitted itself to "William" in Ralph s mind. He felt convinced that Katharine was engaged to Rodney. His first sensation was one of violen... | No speaker | engagement ring. "I like rubies,"<|quote|>he heard Katharine say. "To be imprison d in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendant world...." Mrs. Cosham intoned; at the same instant "Rodney" fitted itself to "William" in Ralph s mind. He felt convinced that Katharine was engaged to Rod... | them speak distinctly of an engagement ring. "I like rubies,"<|quote|>he heard Katharine say. "To be imprison d in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendant world...." Mrs. Cosham intoned; at the same instant "Rodney" fitted itself to "William" in Ralph s mind. He felt convinced that ... | supposed, referred to some small cousin, for he now saw Katharine as a child in a pinafore; but, nevertheless, he was so much distracted that his eye could hardly follow the words on the paper. A moment later he heard them speak distinctly of an engagement ring. "I like rubies,"<|quote|>he heard Katharine say. "To be i... | any one from bulls," said Katharine. It happened that Mrs. Cosham had once more produced her pocket volume of Shakespeare, and was consulting Ralph upon an obscure passage in "Measure for Measure." He did not at once seize the meaning of what Katharine and her aunt were saying; William, he supposed, referred to some sm... | never have done." "Maggie s sympathies were entirely with Susan and the sailor, I am sure," said Mrs. Cosham, rather tartly. "My sister-in-law," she continued, "has laid her burdens upon Providence at every crisis in her life, and Providence, I must confess, has responded nobly, so far" "Yes," said Katharine, with a la... | Such eyes she had, Mr. Denham! I used to say to her father, She s watching us, and summing us all up in her little mind. And they had a nurse in those days," she went on, telling her story with charming solemnity to Ralph, "who was a good woman, but engaged to a sailor. When she ought to have been attending to the baby... | Warrington, now, had everything in his favor; intellect, passion, romance, distinction, and the connection was a mere piece of undergraduate folly. Arthur, I confess, has always seemed to me a bit of a fop; I can t imagine how Laura married him. But you say you re a solicitor, Mr. Denham. Now there are one or two thing... | she went on, telling her story with charming solemnity to Ralph, "who was a good woman, but engaged to a sailor. When she ought to have been attending to the baby, her eyes were on the sea. And Mrs. Hilbery allowed this girl Susan her name was to have him to stay in the village. They abused her goodness, I m sorry to s... | Night And Day |
"And have you settled upon a house yet, Katharine?" | Aunt Millicent | shoulder and ask her niece:<|quote|>"And have you settled upon a house yet, Katharine?"</|quote|>This convinced him of the | time to look over his shoulder and ask her niece:<|quote|>"And have you settled upon a house yet, Katharine?"</|quote|>This convinced him of the truth of the monstrous idea. | time she was a stranger entirely, and engaged to marry Rodney. But was it possible? Surely it was not possible. For in his eyes she was still a child. He paused so long over the book that Mrs. Cosham had time to look over his shoulder and ask her niece:<|quote|>"And have you settled upon a house yet, Katharine?"</|quot... | convinced that Katharine was engaged to Rodney. His first sensation was one of violent rage with her for having deceived him throughout the visit, fed him with pleasant old wives tales, let him see her as a child playing in a meadow, shared her youth with him, while all the time she was a stranger entirely, and engaged... | of what Katharine and her aunt were saying; William, he supposed, referred to some small cousin, for he now saw Katharine as a child in a pinafore; but, nevertheless, he was so much distracted that his eye could hardly follow the words on the paper. A moment later he heard them speak distinctly of an engagement ring. "... | not been walking by in the nick of time, and rescued Katharine in his arms!" "I think the bull was only a cow, Aunt Celia," said Katharine. "My darling, it was a great red Devonshire bull, and not long after it gored a man to death and had to be destroyed. And your mother forgave Susan a thing I could never have done."... | now; better or worse than you expected?" Thus called upon to sum up the worth of human nature in a few words, Ralph answered unhesitatingly: "Worse, Mrs. Cosham, a good deal worse. I m afraid the ordinary man is a bit of a rascal" "And the ordinary woman?" "No, I don t like the ordinary woman either" "Ah, dear me, I ve... | was consulting Ralph upon an obscure passage in "Measure for Measure." He did not at once seize the meaning of what Katharine and her aunt were saying; William, he supposed, referred to some small cousin, for he now saw Katharine as a child in a pinafore; but, nevertheless, he was so much distracted that his eye could ... | Night And Day |
This convinced him of the truth of the monstrous idea. He looked up at once and said: | No speaker | upon a house yet, Katharine?"<|quote|>This convinced him of the truth of the monstrous idea. He looked up at once and said:</|quote|>"Yes, it s a difficult | niece: "And have you settled upon a house yet, Katharine?"<|quote|>This convinced him of the truth of the monstrous idea. He looked up at once and said:</|quote|>"Yes, it s a difficult passage." His voice had changed | marry Rodney. But was it possible? Surely it was not possible. For in his eyes she was still a child. He paused so long over the book that Mrs. Cosham had time to look over his shoulder and ask her niece: "And have you settled upon a house yet, Katharine?"<|quote|>This convinced him of the truth of the monstrous idea. ... | sensation was one of violent rage with her for having deceived him throughout the visit, fed him with pleasant old wives tales, let him see her as a child playing in a meadow, shared her youth with him, while all the time she was a stranger entirely, and engaged to marry Rodney. But was it possible? Surely it was not p... | he supposed, referred to some small cousin, for he now saw Katharine as a child in a pinafore; but, nevertheless, he was so much distracted that his eye could hardly follow the words on the paper. A moment later he heard them speak distinctly of an engagement ring. "I like rubies," he heard Katharine say. "To be impris... | and rescued Katharine in his arms!" "I think the bull was only a cow, Aunt Celia," said Katharine. "My darling, it was a great red Devonshire bull, and not long after it gored a man to death and had to be destroyed. And your mother forgave Susan a thing I could never have done." "Maggie s sympathies were entirely with ... | upon to sum up the worth of human nature in a few words, Ralph answered unhesitatingly: "Worse, Mrs. Cosham, a good deal worse. I m afraid the ordinary man is a bit of a rascal" "And the ordinary woman?" "No, I don t like the ordinary woman either" "Ah, dear me, I ve no doubt that s very true, very true." Mrs. Cosham s... | in the perambulator, and Heaven knows what might have happened if a gentleman had not been walking by in the nick of time, and rescued Katharine in his arms!" "I think the bull was only a cow, Aunt Celia," said Katharine. "My darling, it was a great red Devonshire bull, and not long after it gored a man to death and ha... | Night And Day |
"Yes, it s a difficult passage." | Ralph Denham | up at once and said:<|quote|>"Yes, it s a difficult passage."</|quote|>His voice had changed so | the monstrous idea. He looked up at once and said:<|quote|>"Yes, it s a difficult passage."</|quote|>His voice had changed so much, he spoke with such | still a child. He paused so long over the book that Mrs. Cosham had time to look over his shoulder and ask her niece: "And have you settled upon a house yet, Katharine?" This convinced him of the truth of the monstrous idea. He looked up at once and said:<|quote|>"Yes, it s a difficult passage."</|quote|>His voice had ... | with pleasant old wives tales, let him see her as a child playing in a meadow, shared her youth with him, while all the time she was a stranger entirely, and engaged to marry Rodney. But was it possible? Surely it was not possible. For in his eyes she was still a child. He paused so long over the book that Mrs. Cosham ... | pinafore; but, nevertheless, he was so much distracted that his eye could hardly follow the words on the paper. A moment later he heard them speak distinctly of an engagement ring. "I like rubies," he heard Katharine say. "To be imprison d in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendant ... | Katharine. "My darling, it was a great red Devonshire bull, and not long after it gored a man to death and had to be destroyed. And your mother forgave Susan a thing I could never have done." "Maggie s sympathies were entirely with Susan and the sailor, I am sure," said Mrs. Cosham, rather tartly. "My sister-in-law," s... | Mrs. Cosham, a good deal worse. I m afraid the ordinary man is a bit of a rascal" "And the ordinary woman?" "No, I don t like the ordinary woman either" "Ah, dear me, I ve no doubt that s very true, very true." Mrs. Cosham sighed. "Swift would have agreed with you, anyhow" She looked at him, and thought that there were... | a nurse in those days," she went on, telling her story with charming solemnity to Ralph, "who was a good woman, but engaged to a sailor. When she ought to have been attending to the baby, her eyes were on the sea. And Mrs. Hilbery allowed this girl Susan her name was to have him to stay in the village. They abused her ... | Night And Day |
His voice had changed so much, he spoke with such curtness and even with such contempt, that Mrs. Cosham looked at him fairly puzzled. Happily she belonged to a generation which expected uncouthness in its men, and she merely felt convinced that this Mr. Denham was very, very clever. She took back her Shakespeare, as D... | No speaker | it s a difficult passage."<|quote|>His voice had changed so much, he spoke with such curtness and even with such contempt, that Mrs. Cosham looked at him fairly puzzled. Happily she belonged to a generation which expected uncouthness in its men, and she merely felt convinced that this Mr. Denham was very, very clever. ... | at once and said: "Yes, it s a difficult passage."<|quote|>His voice had changed so much, he spoke with such curtness and even with such contempt, that Mrs. Cosham looked at him fairly puzzled. Happily she belonged to a generation which expected uncouthness in its men, and she merely felt convinced that this Mr. Denham... | long over the book that Mrs. Cosham had time to look over his shoulder and ask her niece: "And have you settled upon a house yet, Katharine?" This convinced him of the truth of the monstrous idea. He looked up at once and said: "Yes, it s a difficult passage."<|quote|>His voice had changed so much, he spoke with such c... | him see her as a child playing in a meadow, shared her youth with him, while all the time she was a stranger entirely, and engaged to marry Rodney. But was it possible? Surely it was not possible. For in his eyes she was still a child. He paused so long over the book that Mrs. Cosham had time to look over his shoulder ... | much distracted that his eye could hardly follow the words on the paper. A moment later he heard them speak distinctly of an engagement ring. "I like rubies," he heard Katharine say. "To be imprison d in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendant world...." Mrs. Cosham intoned; at the ... | great red Devonshire bull, and not long after it gored a man to death and had to be destroyed. And your mother forgave Susan a thing I could never have done." "Maggie s sympathies were entirely with Susan and the sailor, I am sure," said Mrs. Cosham, rather tartly. "My sister-in-law," she continued, "has laid her burde... | I m afraid the ordinary man is a bit of a rascal" "And the ordinary woman?" "No, I don t like the ordinary woman either" "Ah, dear me, I ve no doubt that s very true, very true." Mrs. Cosham sighed. "Swift would have agreed with you, anyhow" She looked at him, and thought that there were signs of distinct power in his ... | to say, and while they walked in the lanes, they stood the perambulator alone in a field where there was a bull. The animal became enraged by the red blanket in the perambulator, and Heaven knows what might have happened if a gentleman had not been walking by in the nick of time, and rescued Katharine in his arms!" "I ... | Night And Day |
"Katharine s engaged to William Rodney," | Aunt Millicent | pathetic resignation of the old.<|quote|>"Katharine s engaged to William Rodney,"</|quote|>she said, by way of | her person with the infinitely pathetic resignation of the old.<|quote|>"Katharine s engaged to William Rodney,"</|quote|>she said, by way of filling in the pause; "a | generation which expected uncouthness in its men, and she merely felt convinced that this Mr. Denham was very, very clever. She took back her Shakespeare, as Denham seemed to have no more to say, and secreted it once more about her person with the infinitely pathetic resignation of the old.<|quote|>"Katharine s engaged... | him of the truth of the monstrous idea. He looked up at once and said: "Yes, it s a difficult passage." His voice had changed so much, he spoke with such curtness and even with such contempt, that Mrs. Cosham looked at him fairly puzzled. Happily she belonged to a generation which expected uncouthness in its men, and s... | one of violent rage with her for having deceived him throughout the visit, fed him with pleasant old wives tales, let him see her as a child playing in a meadow, shared her youth with him, while all the time she was a stranger entirely, and engaged to marry Rodney. But was it possible? Surely it was not possible. For i... | a laugh, for she liked the rashness which irritated the rest of the family. "My mother s bulls always turn into cows at the critical moment." "Well," said Mrs. Milvain, "I m glad you have some one to protect you from bulls now." "I can t imagine William protecting any one from bulls," said Katharine. It happened that M... | was a solicitor," Mrs. Milvain interposed, rather resenting the waste of time involved in talking about fictitious people when you might be talking about real people. "But you wouldn t remember him, Katharine." "Mr. Lavington? Oh, yes, I do," said Katharine, waking from other thoughts with her little start. "The summer... | mother s bulls always turn into cows at the critical moment." "Well," said Mrs. Milvain, "I m glad you have some one to protect you from bulls now." "I can t imagine William protecting any one from bulls," said Katharine. It happened that Mrs. Cosham had once more produced her pocket volume of Shakespeare, and was cons... | Night And Day |
she said, by way of filling in the pause; | No speaker | s engaged to William Rodney,"<|quote|>she said, by way of filling in the pause;</|quote|>"a very old friend of | resignation of the old. "Katharine s engaged to William Rodney,"<|quote|>she said, by way of filling in the pause;</|quote|>"a very old friend of ours. He has a wonderful | men, and she merely felt convinced that this Mr. Denham was very, very clever. She took back her Shakespeare, as Denham seemed to have no more to say, and secreted it once more about her person with the infinitely pathetic resignation of the old. "Katharine s engaged to William Rodney,"<|quote|>she said, by way of fill... | monstrous idea. He looked up at once and said: "Yes, it s a difficult passage." His voice had changed so much, he spoke with such curtness and even with such contempt, that Mrs. Cosham looked at him fairly puzzled. Happily she belonged to a generation which expected uncouthness in its men, and she merely felt convinced... | for having deceived him throughout the visit, fed him with pleasant old wives tales, let him see her as a child playing in a meadow, shared her youth with him, while all the time she was a stranger entirely, and engaged to marry Rodney. But was it possible? Surely it was not possible. For in his eyes she was still a ch... | rashness which irritated the rest of the family. "My mother s bulls always turn into cows at the critical moment." "Well," said Mrs. Milvain, "I m glad you have some one to protect you from bulls now." "I can t imagine William protecting any one from bulls," said Katharine. It happened that Mrs. Cosham had once more pr... | rather resenting the waste of time involved in talking about fictitious people when you might be talking about real people. "But you wouldn t remember him, Katharine." "Mr. Lavington? Oh, yes, I do," said Katharine, waking from other thoughts with her little start. "The summer we had a house near Tenby. I remember the ... | said Katharine, with a laugh, for she liked the rashness which irritated the rest of the family. "My mother s bulls always turn into cows at the critical moment." "Well," said Mrs. Milvain, "I m glad you have some one to protect you from bulls now." "I can t imagine William protecting any one from bulls," said Katharin... | Night And Day |
"a very old friend of ours. He has a wonderful knowledge of literature, too wonderful." | Aunt Millicent | of filling in the pause;<|quote|>"a very old friend of ours. He has a wonderful knowledge of literature, too wonderful."</|quote|>She nodded her head rather | Rodney," she said, by way of filling in the pause;<|quote|>"a very old friend of ours. He has a wonderful knowledge of literature, too wonderful."</|quote|>She nodded her head rather vaguely. "You should meet each | Denham was very, very clever. She took back her Shakespeare, as Denham seemed to have no more to say, and secreted it once more about her person with the infinitely pathetic resignation of the old. "Katharine s engaged to William Rodney," she said, by way of filling in the pause;<|quote|>"a very old friend of ours. He ... | "Yes, it s a difficult passage." His voice had changed so much, he spoke with such curtness and even with such contempt, that Mrs. Cosham looked at him fairly puzzled. Happily she belonged to a generation which expected uncouthness in its men, and she merely felt convinced that this Mr. Denham was very, very clever. Sh... | with pleasant old wives tales, let him see her as a child playing in a meadow, shared her youth with him, while all the time she was a stranger entirely, and engaged to marry Rodney. But was it possible? Surely it was not possible. For in his eyes she was still a child. He paused so long over the book that Mrs. Cosham ... | mother s bulls always turn into cows at the critical moment." "Well," said Mrs. Milvain, "I m glad you have some one to protect you from bulls now." "I can t imagine William protecting any one from bulls," said Katharine. It happened that Mrs. Cosham had once more produced her pocket volume of Shakespeare, and was cons... | about fictitious people when you might be talking about real people. "But you wouldn t remember him, Katharine." "Mr. Lavington? Oh, yes, I do," said Katharine, waking from other thoughts with her little start. "The summer we had a house near Tenby. I remember the field and the pond with the tadpoles, and making haysta... | was only a cow, Aunt Celia," said Katharine. "My darling, it was a great red Devonshire bull, and not long after it gored a man to death and had to be destroyed. And your mother forgave Susan a thing I could never have done." "Maggie s sympathies were entirely with Susan and the sailor, I am sure," said Mrs. Cosham, ra... | Night And Day |
She nodded her head rather vaguely. | No speaker | knowledge of literature, too wonderful."<|quote|>She nodded her head rather vaguely.</|quote|>"You should meet each other." | ours. He has a wonderful knowledge of literature, too wonderful."<|quote|>She nodded her head rather vaguely.</|quote|>"You should meet each other." Denham s one wish was | no more to say, and secreted it once more about her person with the infinitely pathetic resignation of the old. "Katharine s engaged to William Rodney," she said, by way of filling in the pause; "a very old friend of ours. He has a wonderful knowledge of literature, too wonderful."<|quote|>She nodded her head rather va... | such curtness and even with such contempt, that Mrs. Cosham looked at him fairly puzzled. Happily she belonged to a generation which expected uncouthness in its men, and she merely felt convinced that this Mr. Denham was very, very clever. She took back her Shakespeare, as Denham seemed to have no more to say, and secr... | meadow, shared her youth with him, while all the time she was a stranger entirely, and engaged to marry Rodney. But was it possible? Surely it was not possible. For in his eyes she was still a child. He paused so long over the book that Mrs. Cosham had time to look over his shoulder and ask her niece: "And have you set... | "I m glad you have some one to protect you from bulls now." "I can t imagine William protecting any one from bulls," said Katharine. It happened that Mrs. Cosham had once more produced her pocket volume of Shakespeare, and was consulting Ralph upon an obscure passage in "Measure for Measure." He did not at once seize t... | remember him, Katharine." "Mr. Lavington? Oh, yes, I do," said Katharine, waking from other thoughts with her little start. "The summer we had a house near Tenby. I remember the field and the pond with the tadpoles, and making haystacks with Mr. Lavington." "She is right. There _was_ a pond with tadpoles," Mrs. Cosham ... | moment." "Well," said Mrs. Milvain, "I m glad you have some one to protect you from bulls now." "I can t imagine William protecting any one from bulls," said Katharine. It happened that Mrs. Cosham had once more produced her pocket volume of Shakespeare, and was consulting Ralph upon an obscure passage in "Measure for ... | Night And Day |
"You should meet each other." | Aunt Millicent | nodded her head rather vaguely.<|quote|>"You should meet each other."</|quote|>Denham s one wish was | of literature, too wonderful." She nodded her head rather vaguely.<|quote|>"You should meet each other."</|quote|>Denham s one wish was to leave the house as | it once more about her person with the infinitely pathetic resignation of the old. "Katharine s engaged to William Rodney," she said, by way of filling in the pause; "a very old friend of ours. He has a wonderful knowledge of literature, too wonderful." She nodded her head rather vaguely.<|quote|>"You should meet each ... | contempt, that Mrs. Cosham looked at him fairly puzzled. Happily she belonged to a generation which expected uncouthness in its men, and she merely felt convinced that this Mr. Denham was very, very clever. She took back her Shakespeare, as Denham seemed to have no more to say, and secreted it once more about her perso... | while all the time she was a stranger entirely, and engaged to marry Rodney. But was it possible? Surely it was not possible. For in his eyes she was still a child. He paused so long over the book that Mrs. Cosham had time to look over his shoulder and ask her niece: "And have you settled upon a house yet, Katharine?" ... | one to protect you from bulls now." "I can t imagine William protecting any one from bulls," said Katharine. It happened that Mrs. Cosham had once more produced her pocket volume of Shakespeare, and was consulting Ralph upon an obscure passage in "Measure for Measure." He did not at once seize the meaning of what Katha... | yes, I do," said Katharine, waking from other thoughts with her little start. "The summer we had a house near Tenby. I remember the field and the pond with the tadpoles, and making haystacks with Mr. Lavington." "She is right. There _was_ a pond with tadpoles," Mrs. Cosham corroborated. "Millais made studies of it for ... | could never have done." "Maggie s sympathies were entirely with Susan and the sailor, I am sure," said Mrs. Cosham, rather tartly. "My sister-in-law," she continued, "has laid her burdens upon Providence at every crisis in her life, and Providence, I must confess, has responded nobly, so far" "Yes," said Katharine, wit... | Night And Day |
Denham s one wish was to leave the house as soon as he could; but the elderly ladies had risen, and were proposing to visit Mrs. Hilbery in her bedroom, so that any move on his part was impossible. At the same time, he wished to say something, but he knew not what, to Katharine alone. She took her aunts upstairs, and r... | No speaker | "You should meet each other."<|quote|>Denham s one wish was to leave the house as soon as he could; but the elderly ladies had risen, and were proposing to visit Mrs. Hilbery in her bedroom, so that any move on his part was impossible. At the same time, he wished to say something, but he knew not what, to Katharine alo... | nodded her head rather vaguely. "You should meet each other."<|quote|>Denham s one wish was to leave the house as soon as he could; but the elderly ladies had risen, and were proposing to visit Mrs. Hilbery in her bedroom, so that any move on his part was impossible. At the same time, he wished to say something, but he... | person with the infinitely pathetic resignation of the old. "Katharine s engaged to William Rodney," she said, by way of filling in the pause; "a very old friend of ours. He has a wonderful knowledge of literature, too wonderful." She nodded her head rather vaguely. "You should meet each other."<|quote|>Denham s one wi... | at him fairly puzzled. Happily she belonged to a generation which expected uncouthness in its men, and she merely felt convinced that this Mr. Denham was very, very clever. She took back her Shakespeare, as Denham seemed to have no more to say, and secreted it once more about her person with the infinitely pathetic res... | was a stranger entirely, and engaged to marry Rodney. But was it possible? Surely it was not possible. For in his eyes she was still a child. He paused so long over the book that Mrs. Cosham had time to look over his shoulder and ask her niece: "And have you settled upon a house yet, Katharine?" This convinced him of t... | bulls now." "I can t imagine William protecting any one from bulls," said Katharine. It happened that Mrs. Cosham had once more produced her pocket volume of Shakespeare, and was consulting Ralph upon an obscure passage in "Measure for Measure." He did not at once seize the meaning of what Katharine and her aunt were s... | waking from other thoughts with her little start. "The summer we had a house near Tenby. I remember the field and the pond with the tadpoles, and making haystacks with Mr. Lavington." "She is right. There _was_ a pond with tadpoles," Mrs. Cosham corroborated. "Millais made studies of it for Ophelia. Some say that is th... | Celia," said Katharine. "My darling, it was a great red Devonshire bull, and not long after it gored a man to death and had to be destroyed. And your mother forgave Susan a thing I could never have done." "Maggie s sympathies were entirely with Susan and the sailor, I am sure," said Mrs. Cosham, rather tartly. "My sist... | Night And Day |
"My father will be back," | Katharine Hilbery | and friendliness that amazed him.<|quote|>"My father will be back,"</|quote|>she said. "Won t you | with an air of innocence and friendliness that amazed him.<|quote|>"My father will be back,"</|quote|>she said. "Won t you sit down?" and she laughed, | her bedroom, so that any move on his part was impossible. At the same time, he wished to say something, but he knew not what, to Katharine alone. She took her aunts upstairs, and returned, coming towards him once more with an air of innocence and friendliness that amazed him.<|quote|>"My father will be back,"</|quote|>... | of ours. He has a wonderful knowledge of literature, too wonderful." She nodded her head rather vaguely. "You should meet each other." Denham s one wish was to leave the house as soon as he could; but the elderly ladies had risen, and were proposing to visit Mrs. Hilbery in her bedroom, so that any move on his part was... | difficult passage." His voice had changed so much, he spoke with such curtness and even with such contempt, that Mrs. Cosham looked at him fairly puzzled. Happily she belonged to a generation which expected uncouthness in its men, and she merely felt convinced that this Mr. Denham was very, very clever. She took back h... | was so much distracted that his eye could hardly follow the words on the paper. A moment later he heard them speak distinctly of an engagement ring. "I like rubies," he heard Katharine say. "To be imprison d in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendant world...." Mrs. Cosham intoned; ... | toolhouse." "It was at Tenby that you were chased by the bull," Mrs. Milvain continued. "But that you couldn t remember, though it s true you were a wonderful child. Such eyes she had, Mr. Denham! I used to say to her father, She s watching us, and summing us all up in her little mind. And they had a nurse in those day... | to some small cousin, for he now saw Katharine as a child in a pinafore; but, nevertheless, he was so much distracted that his eye could hardly follow the words on the paper. A moment later he heard them speak distinctly of an engagement ring. "I like rubies," he heard Katharine say. "To be imprison d in the viewless w... | Night And Day |
she said. | No speaker | "My father will be back,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"Won t you sit down?" | and friendliness that amazed him. "My father will be back,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"Won t you sit down?" and she laughed, as if | move on his part was impossible. At the same time, he wished to say something, but he knew not what, to Katharine alone. She took her aunts upstairs, and returned, coming towards him once more with an air of innocence and friendliness that amazed him. "My father will be back,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"Won t you sit ... | wonderful knowledge of literature, too wonderful." She nodded her head rather vaguely. "You should meet each other." Denham s one wish was to leave the house as soon as he could; but the elderly ladies had risen, and were proposing to visit Mrs. Hilbery in her bedroom, so that any move on his part was impossible. At th... | changed so much, he spoke with such curtness and even with such contempt, that Mrs. Cosham looked at him fairly puzzled. Happily she belonged to a generation which expected uncouthness in its men, and she merely felt convinced that this Mr. Denham was very, very clever. She took back her Shakespeare, as Denham seemed t... | his eye could hardly follow the words on the paper. A moment later he heard them speak distinctly of an engagement ring. "I like rubies," he heard Katharine say. "To be imprison d in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendant world...." Mrs. Cosham intoned; at the same instant "Rodney"... | that you were chased by the bull," Mrs. Milvain continued. "But that you couldn t remember, though it s true you were a wonderful child. Such eyes she had, Mr. Denham! I used to say to her father, She s watching us, and summing us all up in her little mind. And they had a nurse in those days," she went on, telling her ... | and ask her niece: "And have you settled upon a house yet, Katharine?" This convinced him of the truth of the monstrous idea. He looked up at once and said: "Yes, it s a difficult passage." His voice had changed so much, he spoke with such curtness and even with such contempt, that Mrs. Cosham looked at him fairly puzz... | Night And Day |
"Won t you sit down?" | Katharine Hilbery | will be back," she said.<|quote|>"Won t you sit down?"</|quote|>and she laughed, as if | that amazed him. "My father will be back," she said.<|quote|>"Won t you sit down?"</|quote|>and she laughed, as if now they might share a | his part was impossible. At the same time, he wished to say something, but he knew not what, to Katharine alone. She took her aunts upstairs, and returned, coming towards him once more with an air of innocence and friendliness that amazed him. "My father will be back," she said.<|quote|>"Won t you sit down?"</|quote|>a... | of literature, too wonderful." She nodded her head rather vaguely. "You should meet each other." Denham s one wish was to leave the house as soon as he could; but the elderly ladies had risen, and were proposing to visit Mrs. Hilbery in her bedroom, so that any move on his part was impossible. At the same time, he wish... | much, he spoke with such curtness and even with such contempt, that Mrs. Cosham looked at him fairly puzzled. Happily she belonged to a generation which expected uncouthness in its men, and she merely felt convinced that this Mr. Denham was very, very clever. She took back her Shakespeare, as Denham seemed to have no m... | could hardly follow the words on the paper. A moment later he heard them speak distinctly of an engagement ring. "I like rubies," he heard Katharine say. "To be imprison d in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendant world...." Mrs. Cosham intoned; at the same instant "Rodney" fitted ... | were chased by the bull," Mrs. Milvain continued. "But that you couldn t remember, though it s true you were a wonderful child. Such eyes she had, Mr. Denham! I used to say to her father, She s watching us, and summing us all up in her little mind. And they had a nurse in those days," she went on, telling her story wit... | can t imagine William protecting any one from bulls," said Katharine. It happened that Mrs. Cosham had once more produced her pocket volume of Shakespeare, and was consulting Ralph upon an obscure passage in "Measure for Measure." He did not at once seize the meaning of what Katharine and her aunt were saying; William,... | Night And Day |
and she laughed, as if now they might share a perfectly friendly laugh at the tea-party. But Ralph made no attempt to seat himself. | No speaker | "Won t you sit down?"<|quote|>and she laughed, as if now they might share a perfectly friendly laugh at the tea-party. But Ralph made no attempt to seat himself.</|quote|>"I must congratulate you," he | will be back," she said. "Won t you sit down?"<|quote|>and she laughed, as if now they might share a perfectly friendly laugh at the tea-party. But Ralph made no attempt to seat himself.</|quote|>"I must congratulate you," he said. "It was news to | the same time, he wished to say something, but he knew not what, to Katharine alone. She took her aunts upstairs, and returned, coming towards him once more with an air of innocence and friendliness that amazed him. "My father will be back," she said. "Won t you sit down?"<|quote|>and she laughed, as if now they might ... | nodded her head rather vaguely. "You should meet each other." Denham s one wish was to leave the house as soon as he could; but the elderly ladies had risen, and were proposing to visit Mrs. Hilbery in her bedroom, so that any move on his part was impossible. At the same time, he wished to say something, but he knew no... | curtness and even with such contempt, that Mrs. Cosham looked at him fairly puzzled. Happily she belonged to a generation which expected uncouthness in its men, and she merely felt convinced that this Mr. Denham was very, very clever. She took back her Shakespeare, as Denham seemed to have no more to say, and secreted ... | on the paper. A moment later he heard them speak distinctly of an engagement ring. "I like rubies," he heard Katharine say. "To be imprison d in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendant world...." Mrs. Cosham intoned; at the same instant "Rodney" fitted itself to "William" in Ralph s... | Mrs. Milvain continued. "But that you couldn t remember, though it s true you were a wonderful child. Such eyes she had, Mr. Denham! I used to say to her father, She s watching us, and summing us all up in her little mind. And they had a nurse in those days," she went on, telling her story with charming solemnity to Ra... | viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendant world...." Mrs. Cosham intoned; at the same instant "Rodney" fitted itself to "William" in Ralph s mind. He felt convinced that Katharine was engaged to Rodney. His first sensation was one of violent rage with her for having deceived him throughou... | Night And Day |
"I must congratulate you," | Ralph Denham | no attempt to seat himself.<|quote|>"I must congratulate you,"</|quote|>he said. "It was news | the tea-party. But Ralph made no attempt to seat himself.<|quote|>"I must congratulate you,"</|quote|>he said. "It was news to me." He saw her | towards him once more with an air of innocence and friendliness that amazed him. "My father will be back," she said. "Won t you sit down?" and she laughed, as if now they might share a perfectly friendly laugh at the tea-party. But Ralph made no attempt to seat himself.<|quote|>"I must congratulate you,"</|quote|>he sa... | but the elderly ladies had risen, and were proposing to visit Mrs. Hilbery in her bedroom, so that any move on his part was impossible. At the same time, he wished to say something, but he knew not what, to Katharine alone. She took her aunts upstairs, and returned, coming towards him once more with an air of innocence... | its men, and she merely felt convinced that this Mr. Denham was very, very clever. She took back her Shakespeare, as Denham seemed to have no more to say, and secreted it once more about her person with the infinitely pathetic resignation of the old. "Katharine s engaged to William Rodney," she said, by way of filling ... | imprison d in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendant world...." Mrs. Cosham intoned; at the same instant "Rodney" fitted itself to "William" in Ralph s mind. He felt convinced that Katharine was engaged to Rodney. His first sensation was one of violent rage with her for having dece... | I used to say to her father, She s watching us, and summing us all up in her little mind. And they had a nurse in those days," she went on, telling her story with charming solemnity to Ralph, "who was a good woman, but engaged to a sailor. When she ought to have been attending to the baby, her eyes were on the sea. And... | the time she was a stranger entirely, and engaged to marry Rodney. But was it possible? Surely it was not possible. For in his eyes she was still a child. He paused so long over the book that Mrs. Cosham had time to look over his shoulder and ask her niece: "And have you settled upon a house yet, Katharine?" This convi... | Night And Day |
he said. | No speaker | himself. "I must congratulate you,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"It was news to me." | made no attempt to seat himself. "I must congratulate you,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"It was news to me." He saw her face change, | with an air of innocence and friendliness that amazed him. "My father will be back," she said. "Won t you sit down?" and she laughed, as if now they might share a perfectly friendly laugh at the tea-party. But Ralph made no attempt to seat himself. "I must congratulate you,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"It was news to me... | had risen, and were proposing to visit Mrs. Hilbery in her bedroom, so that any move on his part was impossible. At the same time, he wished to say something, but he knew not what, to Katharine alone. She took her aunts upstairs, and returned, coming towards him once more with an air of innocence and friendliness that ... | merely felt convinced that this Mr. Denham was very, very clever. She took back her Shakespeare, as Denham seemed to have no more to say, and secreted it once more about her person with the infinitely pathetic resignation of the old. "Katharine s engaged to William Rodney," she said, by way of filling in the pause; "a ... | viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendant world...." Mrs. Cosham intoned; at the same instant "Rodney" fitted itself to "William" in Ralph s mind. He felt convinced that Katharine was engaged to Rodney. His first sensation was one of violent rage with her for having deceived him throughou... | to her father, She s watching us, and summing us all up in her little mind. And they had a nurse in those days," she went on, telling her story with charming solemnity to Ralph, "who was a good woman, but engaged to a sailor. When she ought to have been attending to the baby, her eyes were on the sea. And Mrs. Hilbery ... | his eye could hardly follow the words on the paper. A moment later he heard them speak distinctly of an engagement ring. "I like rubies," he heard Katharine say. "To be imprison d in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendant world...." Mrs. Cosham intoned; at the same instant "Rodney"... | Night And Day |
"It was news to me." | Ralph Denham | must congratulate you," he said.<|quote|>"It was news to me."</|quote|>He saw her face change, | attempt to seat himself. "I must congratulate you," he said.<|quote|>"It was news to me."</|quote|>He saw her face change, but only to become graver | air of innocence and friendliness that amazed him. "My father will be back," she said. "Won t you sit down?" and she laughed, as if now they might share a perfectly friendly laugh at the tea-party. But Ralph made no attempt to seat himself. "I must congratulate you," he said.<|quote|>"It was news to me."</|quote|>He sa... | and were proposing to visit Mrs. Hilbery in her bedroom, so that any move on his part was impossible. At the same time, he wished to say something, but he knew not what, to Katharine alone. She took her aunts upstairs, and returned, coming towards him once more with an air of innocence and friendliness that amazed him.... | convinced that this Mr. Denham was very, very clever. She took back her Shakespeare, as Denham seemed to have no more to say, and secreted it once more about her person with the infinitely pathetic resignation of the old. "Katharine s engaged to William Rodney," she said, by way of filling in the pause; "a very old fri... | And blown with restless violence round about The pendant world...." Mrs. Cosham intoned; at the same instant "Rodney" fitted itself to "William" in Ralph s mind. He felt convinced that Katharine was engaged to Rodney. His first sensation was one of violent rage with her for having deceived him throughout the visit, fed... | father, She s watching us, and summing us all up in her little mind. And they had a nurse in those days," she went on, telling her story with charming solemnity to Ralph, "who was a good woman, but engaged to a sailor. When she ought to have been attending to the baby, her eyes were on the sea. And Mrs. Hilbery allowed... | see her as a child playing in a meadow, shared her youth with him, while all the time she was a stranger entirely, and engaged to marry Rodney. But was it possible? Surely it was not possible. For in his eyes she was still a child. He paused so long over the book that Mrs. Cosham had time to look over his shoulder and ... | Night And Day |
He saw her face change, but only to become graver than before. | No speaker | "It was news to me."<|quote|>He saw her face change, but only to become graver than before.</|quote|>"My engagement?" she asked. "Yes, | must congratulate you," he said. "It was news to me."<|quote|>He saw her face change, but only to become graver than before.</|quote|>"My engagement?" she asked. "Yes, I am going to marry | that amazed him. "My father will be back," she said. "Won t you sit down?" and she laughed, as if now they might share a perfectly friendly laugh at the tea-party. But Ralph made no attempt to seat himself. "I must congratulate you," he said. "It was news to me."<|quote|>He saw her face change, but only to become grave... | Mrs. Hilbery in her bedroom, so that any move on his part was impossible. At the same time, he wished to say something, but he knew not what, to Katharine alone. She took her aunts upstairs, and returned, coming towards him once more with an air of innocence and friendliness that amazed him. "My father will be back," s... | was very, very clever. She took back her Shakespeare, as Denham seemed to have no more to say, and secreted it once more about her person with the infinitely pathetic resignation of the old. "Katharine s engaged to William Rodney," she said, by way of filling in the pause; "a very old friend of ours. He has a wonderful... | round about The pendant world...." Mrs. Cosham intoned; at the same instant "Rodney" fitted itself to "William" in Ralph s mind. He felt convinced that Katharine was engaged to Rodney. His first sensation was one of violent rage with her for having deceived him throughout the visit, fed him with pleasant old wives tale... | and summing us all up in her little mind. And they had a nurse in those days," she went on, telling her story with charming solemnity to Ralph, "who was a good woman, but engaged to a sailor. When she ought to have been attending to the baby, her eyes were on the sea. And Mrs. Hilbery allowed this girl Susan her name w... | so long over the book that Mrs. Cosham had time to look over his shoulder and ask her niece: "And have you settled upon a house yet, Katharine?" This convinced him of the truth of the monstrous idea. He looked up at once and said: "Yes, it s a difficult passage." His voice had changed so much, he spoke with such curtne... | Night And Day |
"My engagement?" | Katharine Hilbery | to become graver than before.<|quote|>"My engagement?"</|quote|>she asked. "Yes, I am | her face change, but only to become graver than before.<|quote|>"My engagement?"</|quote|>she asked. "Yes, I am going to marry William Rodney." | you sit down?" and she laughed, as if now they might share a perfectly friendly laugh at the tea-party. But Ralph made no attempt to seat himself. "I must congratulate you," he said. "It was news to me." He saw her face change, but only to become graver than before.<|quote|>"My engagement?"</|quote|>she asked. "Yes, I ... | was impossible. At the same time, he wished to say something, but he knew not what, to Katharine alone. She took her aunts upstairs, and returned, coming towards him once more with an air of innocence and friendliness that amazed him. "My father will be back," she said. "Won t you sit down?" and she laughed, as if now ... | to have no more to say, and secreted it once more about her person with the infinitely pathetic resignation of the old. "Katharine s engaged to William Rodney," she said, by way of filling in the pause; "a very old friend of ours. He has a wonderful knowledge of literature, too wonderful." She nodded her head rather va... | "Rodney" fitted itself to "William" in Ralph s mind. He felt convinced that Katharine was engaged to Rodney. His first sensation was one of violent rage with her for having deceived him throughout the visit, fed him with pleasant old wives tales, let him see her as a child playing in a meadow, shared her youth with him... | a nurse in those days," she went on, telling her story with charming solemnity to Ralph, "who was a good woman, but engaged to a sailor. When she ought to have been attending to the baby, her eyes were on the sea. And Mrs. Hilbery allowed this girl Susan her name was to have him to stay in the village. They abused her ... | "Yes, it s a difficult passage." His voice had changed so much, he spoke with such curtness and even with such contempt, that Mrs. Cosham looked at him fairly puzzled. Happily she belonged to a generation which expected uncouthness in its men, and she merely felt convinced that this Mr. Denham was very, very clever. Sh... | Night And Day |
she asked. | No speaker | graver than before. "My engagement?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"Yes, I am going to | change, but only to become graver than before. "My engagement?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"Yes, I am going to marry William Rodney." Ralph remained | down?" and she laughed, as if now they might share a perfectly friendly laugh at the tea-party. But Ralph made no attempt to seat himself. "I must congratulate you," he said. "It was news to me." He saw her face change, but only to become graver than before. "My engagement?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"Yes, I am going... | At the same time, he wished to say something, but he knew not what, to Katharine alone. She took her aunts upstairs, and returned, coming towards him once more with an air of innocence and friendliness that amazed him. "My father will be back," she said. "Won t you sit down?" and she laughed, as if now they might share... | no more to say, and secreted it once more about her person with the infinitely pathetic resignation of the old. "Katharine s engaged to William Rodney," she said, by way of filling in the pause; "a very old friend of ours. He has a wonderful knowledge of literature, too wonderful." She nodded her head rather vaguely. "... | itself to "William" in Ralph s mind. He felt convinced that Katharine was engaged to Rodney. His first sensation was one of violent rage with her for having deceived him throughout the visit, fed him with pleasant old wives tales, let him see her as a child playing in a meadow, shared her youth with him, while all the ... | in those days," she went on, telling her story with charming solemnity to Ralph, "who was a good woman, but engaged to a sailor. When she ought to have been attending to the baby, her eyes were on the sea. And Mrs. Hilbery allowed this girl Susan her name was to have him to stay in the village. They abused her goodness... | speak distinctly of an engagement ring. "I like rubies," he heard Katharine say. "To be imprison d in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendant world...." Mrs. Cosham intoned; at the same instant "Rodney" fitted itself to "William" in Ralph s mind. He felt convinced that Katharine was... | Night And Day |
"Yes, I am going to marry William Rodney." | Katharine Hilbery | before. "My engagement?" she asked.<|quote|>"Yes, I am going to marry William Rodney."</|quote|>Ralph remained standing with his | only to become graver than before. "My engagement?" she asked.<|quote|>"Yes, I am going to marry William Rodney."</|quote|>Ralph remained standing with his hand on the back of | she laughed, as if now they might share a perfectly friendly laugh at the tea-party. But Ralph made no attempt to seat himself. "I must congratulate you," he said. "It was news to me." He saw her face change, but only to become graver than before. "My engagement?" she asked.<|quote|>"Yes, I am going to marry William Ro... | same time, he wished to say something, but he knew not what, to Katharine alone. She took her aunts upstairs, and returned, coming towards him once more with an air of innocence and friendliness that amazed him. "My father will be back," she said. "Won t you sit down?" and she laughed, as if now they might share a perf... | to say, and secreted it once more about her person with the infinitely pathetic resignation of the old. "Katharine s engaged to William Rodney," she said, by way of filling in the pause; "a very old friend of ours. He has a wonderful knowledge of literature, too wonderful." She nodded her head rather vaguely. "You shou... | "William" in Ralph s mind. He felt convinced that Katharine was engaged to Rodney. His first sensation was one of violent rage with her for having deceived him throughout the visit, fed him with pleasant old wives tales, let him see her as a child playing in a meadow, shared her youth with him, while all the time she w... | days," she went on, telling her story with charming solemnity to Ralph, "who was a good woman, but engaged to a sailor. When she ought to have been attending to the baby, her eyes were on the sea. And Mrs. Hilbery allowed this girl Susan her name was to have him to stay in the village. They abused her goodness, I m sor... | while all the time she was a stranger entirely, and engaged to marry Rodney. But was it possible? Surely it was not possible. For in his eyes she was still a child. He paused so long over the book that Mrs. Cosham had time to look over his shoulder and ask her niece: "And have you settled upon a house yet, Katharine?" ... | Night And Day |
Ralph remained standing with his hand on the back of a chair in absolute silence. Abysses seemed to plunge into darkness between them. He looked at her, but her face showed that she was not thinking of him. No regret or consciousness of wrong disturbed her. | No speaker | going to marry William Rodney."<|quote|>Ralph remained standing with his hand on the back of a chair in absolute silence. Abysses seemed to plunge into darkness between them. He looked at her, but her face showed that she was not thinking of him. No regret or consciousness of wrong disturbed her.</|quote|>"Well, I must... | she asked. "Yes, I am going to marry William Rodney."<|quote|>Ralph remained standing with his hand on the back of a chair in absolute silence. Abysses seemed to plunge into darkness between them. He looked at her, but her face showed that she was not thinking of him. No regret or consciousness of wrong disturbed her.<... | a perfectly friendly laugh at the tea-party. But Ralph made no attempt to seat himself. "I must congratulate you," he said. "It was news to me." He saw her face change, but only to become graver than before. "My engagement?" she asked. "Yes, I am going to marry William Rodney."<|quote|>Ralph remained standing with his ... | he knew not what, to Katharine alone. She took her aunts upstairs, and returned, coming towards him once more with an air of innocence and friendliness that amazed him. "My father will be back," she said. "Won t you sit down?" and she laughed, as if now they might share a perfectly friendly laugh at the tea-party. But ... | her person with the infinitely pathetic resignation of the old. "Katharine s engaged to William Rodney," she said, by way of filling in the pause; "a very old friend of ours. He has a wonderful knowledge of literature, too wonderful." She nodded her head rather vaguely. "You should meet each other." Denham s one wish w... | that Katharine was engaged to Rodney. His first sensation was one of violent rage with her for having deceived him throughout the visit, fed him with pleasant old wives tales, let him see her as a child playing in a meadow, shared her youth with him, while all the time she was a stranger entirely, and engaged to marry ... | charming solemnity to Ralph, "who was a good woman, but engaged to a sailor. When she ought to have been attending to the baby, her eyes were on the sea. And Mrs. Hilbery allowed this girl Susan her name was to have him to stay in the village. They abused her goodness, I m sorry to say, and while they walked in the lan... | "Well," said Mrs. Milvain, "I m glad you have some one to protect you from bulls now." "I can t imagine William protecting any one from bulls," said Katharine. It happened that Mrs. Cosham had once more produced her pocket volume of Shakespeare, and was consulting Ralph upon an obscure passage in "Measure for Measure."... | Night And Day |
"Well, I must go," | Ralph Denham | consciousness of wrong disturbed her.<|quote|>"Well, I must go,"</|quote|>he said at length. She | of him. No regret or consciousness of wrong disturbed her.<|quote|>"Well, I must go,"</|quote|>he said at length. She seemed about to say something, | to marry William Rodney." Ralph remained standing with his hand on the back of a chair in absolute silence. Abysses seemed to plunge into darkness between them. He looked at her, but her face showed that she was not thinking of him. No regret or consciousness of wrong disturbed her.<|quote|>"Well, I must go,"</|quote|>... | now they might share a perfectly friendly laugh at the tea-party. But Ralph made no attempt to seat himself. "I must congratulate you," he said. "It was news to me." He saw her face change, but only to become graver than before. "My engagement?" she asked. "Yes, I am going to marry William Rodney." Ralph remained stand... | "You should meet each other." Denham s one wish was to leave the house as soon as he could; but the elderly ladies had risen, and were proposing to visit Mrs. Hilbery in her bedroom, so that any move on his part was impossible. At the same time, he wished to say something, but he knew not what, to Katharine alone. She ... | while all the time she was a stranger entirely, and engaged to marry Rodney. But was it possible? Surely it was not possible. For in his eyes she was still a child. He paused so long over the book that Mrs. Cosham had time to look over his shoulder and ask her niece: "And have you settled upon a house yet, Katharine?" ... | the village. They abused her goodness, I m sorry to say, and while they walked in the lanes, they stood the perambulator alone in a field where there was a bull. The animal became enraged by the red blanket in the perambulator, and Heaven knows what might have happened if a gentleman had not been walking by in the nick... | infinitely pathetic resignation of the old. "Katharine s engaged to William Rodney," she said, by way of filling in the pause; "a very old friend of ours. He has a wonderful knowledge of literature, too wonderful." She nodded her head rather vaguely. "You should meet each other." Denham s one wish was to leave the hous... | Night And Day |
he said at length. She seemed about to say something, then changed her mind and said merely: | No speaker | her. "Well, I must go,"<|quote|>he said at length. She seemed about to say something, then changed her mind and said merely:</|quote|>"You will come again, I | or consciousness of wrong disturbed her. "Well, I must go,"<|quote|>he said at length. She seemed about to say something, then changed her mind and said merely:</|quote|>"You will come again, I hope. We always seem" she | Ralph remained standing with his hand on the back of a chair in absolute silence. Abysses seemed to plunge into darkness between them. He looked at her, but her face showed that she was not thinking of him. No regret or consciousness of wrong disturbed her. "Well, I must go,"<|quote|>he said at length. She seemed about... | a perfectly friendly laugh at the tea-party. But Ralph made no attempt to seat himself. "I must congratulate you," he said. "It was news to me." He saw her face change, but only to become graver than before. "My engagement?" she asked. "Yes, I am going to marry William Rodney." Ralph remained standing with his hand on ... | other." Denham s one wish was to leave the house as soon as he could; but the elderly ladies had risen, and were proposing to visit Mrs. Hilbery in her bedroom, so that any move on his part was impossible. At the same time, he wished to say something, but he knew not what, to Katharine alone. She took her aunts upstair... | she was a stranger entirely, and engaged to marry Rodney. But was it possible? Surely it was not possible. For in his eyes she was still a child. He paused so long over the book that Mrs. Cosham had time to look over his shoulder and ask her niece: "And have you settled upon a house yet, Katharine?" This convinced him ... | her goodness, I m sorry to say, and while they walked in the lanes, they stood the perambulator alone in a field where there was a bull. The animal became enraged by the red blanket in the perambulator, and Heaven knows what might have happened if a gentleman had not been walking by in the nick of time, and rescued Kat... | she was a stranger entirely, and engaged to marry Rodney. But was it possible? Surely it was not possible. For in his eyes she was still a child. He paused so long over the book that Mrs. Cosham had time to look over his shoulder and ask her niece: "And have you settled upon a house yet, Katharine?" This convinced him ... | Night And Day |
"You will come again, I hope. We always seem" | Katharine Hilbery | her mind and said merely:<|quote|>"You will come again, I hope. We always seem"</|quote|>she hesitated "to be interrupted." | to say something, then changed her mind and said merely:<|quote|>"You will come again, I hope. We always seem"</|quote|>she hesitated "to be interrupted." He bowed and left the | to plunge into darkness between them. He looked at her, but her face showed that she was not thinking of him. No regret or consciousness of wrong disturbed her. "Well, I must go," he said at length. She seemed about to say something, then changed her mind and said merely:<|quote|>"You will come again, I hope. We always... | congratulate you," he said. "It was news to me." He saw her face change, but only to become graver than before. "My engagement?" she asked. "Yes, I am going to marry William Rodney." Ralph remained standing with his hand on the back of a chair in absolute silence. Abysses seemed to plunge into darkness between them. He... | elderly ladies had risen, and were proposing to visit Mrs. Hilbery in her bedroom, so that any move on his part was impossible. At the same time, he wished to say something, but he knew not what, to Katharine alone. She took her aunts upstairs, and returned, coming towards him once more with an air of innocence and fri... | not possible. For in his eyes she was still a child. He paused so long over the book that Mrs. Cosham had time to look over his shoulder and ask her niece: "And have you settled upon a house yet, Katharine?" This convinced him of the truth of the monstrous idea. He looked up at once and said: "Yes, it s a difficult pas... | perambulator alone in a field where there was a bull. The animal became enraged by the red blanket in the perambulator, and Heaven knows what might have happened if a gentleman had not been walking by in the nick of time, and rescued Katharine in his arms!" "I think the bull was only a cow, Aunt Celia," said Katharine.... | passage in "Measure for Measure." He did not at once seize the meaning of what Katharine and her aunt were saying; William, he supposed, referred to some small cousin, for he now saw Katharine as a child in a pinafore; but, nevertheless, he was so much distracted that his eye could hardly follow the words on the paper.... | Night And Day |
she hesitated | No speaker | I hope. We always seem"<|quote|>she hesitated</|quote|>"to be interrupted." He bowed | merely: "You will come again, I hope. We always seem"<|quote|>she hesitated</|quote|>"to be interrupted." He bowed and left the room. Ralph | her, but her face showed that she was not thinking of him. No regret or consciousness of wrong disturbed her. "Well, I must go," he said at length. She seemed about to say something, then changed her mind and said merely: "You will come again, I hope. We always seem"<|quote|>she hesitated</|quote|>"to be interrupted." ... | He saw her face change, but only to become graver than before. "My engagement?" she asked. "Yes, I am going to marry William Rodney." Ralph remained standing with his hand on the back of a chair in absolute silence. Abysses seemed to plunge into darkness between them. He looked at her, but her face showed that she was ... | Mrs. Hilbery in her bedroom, so that any move on his part was impossible. At the same time, he wished to say something, but he knew not what, to Katharine alone. She took her aunts upstairs, and returned, coming towards him once more with an air of innocence and friendliness that amazed him. "My father will be back," s... | a child. He paused so long over the book that Mrs. Cosham had time to look over his shoulder and ask her niece: "And have you settled upon a house yet, Katharine?" This convinced him of the truth of the monstrous idea. He looked up at once and said: "Yes, it s a difficult passage." His voice had changed so much, he spo... | bull. The animal became enraged by the red blanket in the perambulator, and Heaven knows what might have happened if a gentleman had not been walking by in the nick of time, and rescued Katharine in his arms!" "I think the bull was only a cow, Aunt Celia," said Katharine. "My darling, it was a great red Devonshire bull... | did not at once seize the meaning of what Katharine and her aunt were saying; William, he supposed, referred to some small cousin, for he now saw Katharine as a child in a pinafore; but, nevertheless, he was so much distracted that his eye could hardly follow the words on the paper. A moment later he heard them speak d... | Night And Day |
"to be interrupted." | Katharine Hilbery | We always seem" she hesitated<|quote|>"to be interrupted."</|quote|>He bowed and left the | will come again, I hope. We always seem" she hesitated<|quote|>"to be interrupted."</|quote|>He bowed and left the room. Ralph strode with extreme | her face showed that she was not thinking of him. No regret or consciousness of wrong disturbed her. "Well, I must go," he said at length. She seemed about to say something, then changed her mind and said merely: "You will come again, I hope. We always seem" she hesitated<|quote|>"to be interrupted."</|quote|>He bowed ... | her face change, but only to become graver than before. "My engagement?" she asked. "Yes, I am going to marry William Rodney." Ralph remained standing with his hand on the back of a chair in absolute silence. Abysses seemed to plunge into darkness between them. He looked at her, but her face showed that she was not thi... | in her bedroom, so that any move on his part was impossible. At the same time, he wished to say something, but he knew not what, to Katharine alone. She took her aunts upstairs, and returned, coming towards him once more with an air of innocence and friendliness that amazed him. "My father will be back," she said. "Won... | He paused so long over the book that Mrs. Cosham had time to look over his shoulder and ask her niece: "And have you settled upon a house yet, Katharine?" This convinced him of the truth of the monstrous idea. He looked up at once and said: "Yes, it s a difficult passage." His voice had changed so much, he spoke with s... | animal became enraged by the red blanket in the perambulator, and Heaven knows what might have happened if a gentleman had not been walking by in the nick of time, and rescued Katharine in his arms!" "I think the bull was only a cow, Aunt Celia," said Katharine. "My darling, it was a great red Devonshire bull, and not ... | a pinafore; but, nevertheless, he was so much distracted that his eye could hardly follow the words on the paper. A moment later he heard them speak distinctly of an engagement ring. "I like rubies," he heard Katharine say. "To be imprison d in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendan... | Night And Day |
He bowed and left the room. Ralph strode with extreme swiftness along the Embankment. Every muscle was taut and braced as if to resist some sudden attack from outside. For the moment it seemed as if the attack were about to be directed against his body, and his brain thus was on the alert, but without understanding. Fi... | No speaker | she hesitated "to be interrupted."<|quote|>He bowed and left the room. Ralph strode with extreme swiftness along the Embankment. Every muscle was taut and braced as if to resist some sudden attack from outside. For the moment it seemed as if the attack were about to be directed against his body, and his brain thus was ... | I hope. We always seem" she hesitated "to be interrupted."<|quote|>He bowed and left the room. Ralph strode with extreme swiftness along the Embankment. Every muscle was taut and braced as if to resist some sudden attack from outside. For the moment it seemed as if the attack were about to be directed against his body,... | that she was not thinking of him. No regret or consciousness of wrong disturbed her. "Well, I must go," he said at length. She seemed about to say something, then changed her mind and said merely: "You will come again, I hope. We always seem" she hesitated "to be interrupted."<|quote|>He bowed and left the room. Ralph ... | but only to become graver than before. "My engagement?" she asked. "Yes, I am going to marry William Rodney." Ralph remained standing with his hand on the back of a chair in absolute silence. Abysses seemed to plunge into darkness between them. He looked at her, but her face showed that she was not thinking of him. No ... | so that any move on his part was impossible. At the same time, he wished to say something, but he knew not what, to Katharine alone. She took her aunts upstairs, and returned, coming towards him once more with an air of innocence and friendliness that amazed him. "My father will be back," she said. "Won t you sit down?... | long over the book that Mrs. Cosham had time to look over his shoulder and ask her niece: "And have you settled upon a house yet, Katharine?" This convinced him of the truth of the monstrous idea. He looked up at once and said: "Yes, it s a difficult passage." His voice had changed so much, he spoke with such curtness ... | by the red blanket in the perambulator, and Heaven knows what might have happened if a gentleman had not been walking by in the nick of time, and rescued Katharine in his arms!" "I think the bull was only a cow, Aunt Celia," said Katharine. "My darling, it was a great red Devonshire bull, and not long after it gored a ... | elderly ladies had risen, and were proposing to visit Mrs. Hilbery in her bedroom, so that any move on his part was impossible. At the same time, he wished to say something, but he knew not what, to Katharine alone. She took her aunts upstairs, and returned, coming towards him once more with an air of innocence and fri... | Night And Day |
"In what can one trust, then?" | Ralph Denham | spirit of futility and oblivion.<|quote|>"In what can one trust, then?"</|quote|>he thought, as he leant | dun-colored waters seemed the very spirit of futility and oblivion.<|quote|>"In what can one trust, then?"</|quote|>he thought, as he leant there. So feeble and insubstantial | left us? The old romance which had warmed his days for him, the thoughts of Katharine which had painted every hour, were now made to appear foolish and enfeebled. He rose, and looked into the river, whose swift race of dun-colored waters seemed the very spirit of futility and oblivion.<|quote|>"In what can one trust, t... | had to admit that Katharine owed him nothing. Katharine had promised nothing, taken nothing; to her his dreams had meant nothing. This, indeed, was the lowest pitch of his despair. If the best of one s feelings means nothing to the person most concerned in those feelings, what reality is left us? The old romance which ... | which obscured the farther bank and left its lights suspended upon a blank surface, upon one of the riverside seats, and let the tide of disillusionment sweep through him. For the time being all bright points in his life were blotted out; all prominences leveled. At first he made himself believe that Katharine had trea... | stream, and far removed from control of it, a man with no grasp upon circumstances any longer. Old battered men loafing at the doors of public-houses now seemed to be his fellows, and he felt, as he supposed them to feel, a mingling of envy and hatred towards those who passed quickly and certainly to a goal of their ow... | ours. He has a wonderful knowledge of literature, too wonderful." She nodded her head rather vaguely. "You should meet each other." Denham s one wish was to leave the house as soon as he could; but the elderly ladies had risen, and were proposing to visit Mrs. Hilbery in her bedroom, so that any move on his part was im... | the flood of damage; not one of his possessions was safe now. Katharine had deceived him; she had mixed herself with every thought of his, and reft of her they seemed false thoughts which he would blush to think again. His life seemed immeasurably impoverished. He sat himself down, in spite of the chilly fog which obsc... | Night And Day |
he thought, as he leant there. So feeble and insubstantial did he feel himself that he repeated the word aloud. | No speaker | what can one trust, then?"<|quote|>he thought, as he leant there. So feeble and insubstantial did he feel himself that he repeated the word aloud.</|quote|>"In what can one trust? | of futility and oblivion. "In what can one trust, then?"<|quote|>he thought, as he leant there. So feeble and insubstantial did he feel himself that he repeated the word aloud.</|quote|>"In what can one trust? Not in men and women. | had warmed his days for him, the thoughts of Katharine which had painted every hour, were now made to appear foolish and enfeebled. He rose, and looked into the river, whose swift race of dun-colored waters seemed the very spirit of futility and oblivion. "In what can one trust, then?"<|quote|>he thought, as he leant t... | him nothing. Katharine had promised nothing, taken nothing; to her his dreams had meant nothing. This, indeed, was the lowest pitch of his despair. If the best of one s feelings means nothing to the person most concerned in those feelings, what reality is left us? The old romance which had warmed his days for him, the ... | left its lights suspended upon a blank surface, upon one of the riverside seats, and let the tide of disillusionment sweep through him. For the time being all bright points in his life were blotted out; all prominences leveled. At first he made himself believe that Katharine had treated him badly, and drew comfort from... | of it, a man with no grasp upon circumstances any longer. Old battered men loafing at the doors of public-houses now seemed to be his fellows, and he felt, as he supposed them to feel, a mingling of envy and hatred towards those who passed quickly and certainly to a goal of their own. They, too, saw things very thin an... | of literature, too wonderful." She nodded her head rather vaguely. "You should meet each other." Denham s one wish was to leave the house as soon as he could; but the elderly ladies had risen, and were proposing to visit Mrs. Hilbery in her bedroom, so that any move on his part was impossible. At the same time, he wish... | was taut and braced as if to resist some sudden attack from outside. For the moment it seemed as if the attack were about to be directed against his body, and his brain thus was on the alert, but without understanding. Finding himself, after a few minutes, no longer under observation, and no attack delivered, he slacke... | Night And Day |
"In what can one trust? Not in men and women. Not in one s dreams about them. There s nothing nothing, nothing left at all." | Ralph Denham | he repeated the word aloud.<|quote|>"In what can one trust? Not in men and women. Not in one s dreams about them. There s nothing nothing, nothing left at all."</|quote|>Now Denham had reason to | did he feel himself that he repeated the word aloud.<|quote|>"In what can one trust? Not in men and women. Not in one s dreams about them. There s nothing nothing, nothing left at all."</|quote|>Now Denham had reason to know that he could bring | foolish and enfeebled. He rose, and looked into the river, whose swift race of dun-colored waters seemed the very spirit of futility and oblivion. "In what can one trust, then?" he thought, as he leant there. So feeble and insubstantial did he feel himself that he repeated the word aloud.<|quote|>"In what can one trust... | pitch of his despair. If the best of one s feelings means nothing to the person most concerned in those feelings, what reality is left us? The old romance which had warmed his days for him, the thoughts of Katharine which had painted every hour, were now made to appear foolish and enfeebled. He rose, and looked into th... | sweep through him. For the time being all bright points in his life were blotted out; all prominences leveled. At first he made himself believe that Katharine had treated him badly, and drew comfort from the thought that, left alone, she would recollect this, and think of him and tender him, in silence, at any rate, an... | now seemed to be his fellows, and he felt, as he supposed them to feel, a mingling of envy and hatred towards those who passed quickly and certainly to a goal of their own. They, too, saw things very thin and shadowy, and were wafted about by the lightest breath of wind. For the substantial world, with its prospect of ... | to leave the house as soon as he could; but the elderly ladies had risen, and were proposing to visit Mrs. Hilbery in her bedroom, so that any move on his part was impossible. At the same time, he wished to say something, but he knew not what, to Katharine alone. She took her aunts upstairs, and returned, coming toward... | which he would blush to think again. His life seemed immeasurably impoverished. He sat himself down, in spite of the chilly fog which obscured the farther bank and left its lights suspended upon a blank surface, upon one of the riverside seats, and let the tide of disillusionment sweep through him. For the time being a... | Night And Day |
Now Denham had reason to know that he could bring to birth and keep alive a fine anger when he chose. Rodney provided a good target for that emotion. And yet at the moment, Rodney and Katharine herself seemed disembodied ghosts. He could scarcely remember the look of them. His mind plunged lower and lower. Their marria... | No speaker | nothing, nothing left at all."<|quote|>Now Denham had reason to know that he could bring to birth and keep alive a fine anger when he chose. Rodney provided a good target for that emotion. And yet at the moment, Rodney and Katharine herself seemed disembodied ghosts. He could scarcely remember the look of them. His min... | about them. There s nothing nothing, nothing left at all."<|quote|>Now Denham had reason to know that he could bring to birth and keep alive a fine anger when he chose. Rodney provided a good target for that emotion. And yet at the moment, Rodney and Katharine herself seemed disembodied ghosts. He could scarcely rememb... | what can one trust, then?" he thought, as he leant there. So feeble and insubstantial did he feel himself that he repeated the word aloud. "In what can one trust? Not in men and women. Not in one s dreams about them. There s nothing nothing, nothing left at all."<|quote|>Now Denham had reason to know that he could brin... | us? The old romance which had warmed his days for him, the thoughts of Katharine which had painted every hour, were now made to appear foolish and enfeebled. He rose, and looked into the river, whose swift race of dun-colored waters seemed the very spirit of futility and oblivion. "In what can one trust, then?" he thou... | that Katharine had treated him badly, and drew comfort from the thought that, left alone, she would recollect this, and think of him and tender him, in silence, at any rate, an apology. But this grain of comfort failed him after a second or two, for, upon reflection, he had to admit that Katharine owed him nothing. Kat... | quickly and certainly to a goal of their own. They, too, saw things very thin and shadowy, and were wafted about by the lightest breath of wind. For the substantial world, with its prospect of avenues leading on and on to the invisible distance, had slipped from him, since Katharine was engaged. Now all his life was vi... | so that any move on his part was impossible. At the same time, he wished to say something, but he knew not what, to Katharine alone. She took her aunts upstairs, and returned, coming towards him once more with an air of innocence and friendliness that amazed him. "My father will be back," she said. "Won t you sit down?... | there was no limit to the flood of damage; not one of his possessions was safe now. Katharine had deceived him; she had mixed herself with every thought of his, and reft of her they seemed false thoughts which he would blush to think again. His life seemed immeasurably impoverished. He sat himself down, in spite of the... | Night And Day |
"Gracious, Mary!" | Ralph Denham | touched him on the shoulder.<|quote|>"Gracious, Mary!"</|quote|>he exclaimed. "How you startled | her. She came back and touched him on the shoulder.<|quote|>"Gracious, Mary!"</|quote|>he exclaimed. "How you startled me!" "Yes. You looked as | might have been sitting in his own room. She was overcome by something very like awe by the sight of him; then she felt much inclined to laugh, although her pulse beat faster. She passed him, and he never saw her. She came back and touched him on the shoulder.<|quote|>"Gracious, Mary!"</|quote|>he exclaimed. "How you s... | recall it; but drove ahead, now in this direction, now in that; and came home laden with dark books borrowed from a library. Mary Datchet, coming from the Strand at lunch-time, saw him one day taking his turn, closely buttoned in an overcoat, and so lost in thought that he might have been sitting in his own room. She w... | he was not as blind to his surroundings as he thought himself. He thought that these winter days were spent in long hours before white papers radiant in electric light; and in short passages through fog-dimmed streets. When he came back to his work after lunch he carried in his head a picture of the Strand, scattered w... | He did not blame her; he blamed nothing, nobody; he saw the truth. He saw the dun-colored race of waters and the blank shore. But life is vigorous; the body lives, and the body, no doubt, dictated the reflection, which now urged him to movement, that one may cast away the forms of human beings, and yet retain the passi... | with every thought of his, and reft of her they seemed false thoughts which he would blush to think again. His life seemed immeasurably impoverished. He sat himself down, in spite of the chilly fog which obscured the farther bank and left its lights suspended upon a blank surface, upon one of the riverside seats, and l... | he feel himself that he repeated the word aloud. "In what can one trust? Not in men and women. Not in one s dreams about them. There s nothing nothing, nothing left at all." Now Denham had reason to know that he could bring to birth and keep alive a fine anger when he chose. Rodney provided a good target for that emoti... | Night And Day |
he exclaimed. | No speaker | on the shoulder. "Gracious, Mary!"<|quote|>he exclaimed.</|quote|>"How you startled me!" "Yes. | came back and touched him on the shoulder. "Gracious, Mary!"<|quote|>he exclaimed.</|quote|>"How you startled me!" "Yes. You looked as if you | been sitting in his own room. She was overcome by something very like awe by the sight of him; then she felt much inclined to laugh, although her pulse beat faster. She passed him, and he never saw her. She came back and touched him on the shoulder. "Gracious, Mary!"<|quote|>he exclaimed.</|quote|>"How you startled me!... | but drove ahead, now in this direction, now in that; and came home laden with dark books borrowed from a library. Mary Datchet, coming from the Strand at lunch-time, saw him one day taking his turn, closely buttoned in an overcoat, and so lost in thought that he might have been sitting in his own room. She was overcome... | not as blind to his surroundings as he thought himself. He thought that these winter days were spent in long hours before white papers radiant in electric light; and in short passages through fog-dimmed streets. When he came back to his work after lunch he carried in his head a picture of the Strand, scattered with omn... | not blame her; he blamed nothing, nobody; he saw the truth. He saw the dun-colored race of waters and the blank shore. But life is vigorous; the body lives, and the body, no doubt, dictated the reflection, which now urged him to movement, that one may cast away the forms of human beings, and yet retain the passion whic... | thought of his, and reft of her they seemed false thoughts which he would blush to think again. His life seemed immeasurably impoverished. He sat himself down, in spite of the chilly fog which obscured the farther bank and left its lights suspended upon a blank surface, upon one of the riverside seats, and let the tide... | men and women. Not in one s dreams about them. There s nothing nothing, nothing left at all." Now Denham had reason to know that he could bring to birth and keep alive a fine anger when he chose. Rodney provided a good target for that emotion. And yet at the moment, Rodney and Katharine herself seemed disembodied ghost... | Night And Day |
"How you startled me!" | Ralph Denham | shoulder. "Gracious, Mary!" he exclaimed.<|quote|>"How you startled me!"</|quote|>"Yes. You looked as if | and touched him on the shoulder. "Gracious, Mary!" he exclaimed.<|quote|>"How you startled me!"</|quote|>"Yes. You looked as if you were walking in your | in his own room. She was overcome by something very like awe by the sight of him; then she felt much inclined to laugh, although her pulse beat faster. She passed him, and he never saw her. She came back and touched him on the shoulder. "Gracious, Mary!" he exclaimed.<|quote|>"How you startled me!"</|quote|>"Yes. You l... | ahead, now in this direction, now in that; and came home laden with dark books borrowed from a library. Mary Datchet, coming from the Strand at lunch-time, saw him one day taking his turn, closely buttoned in an overcoat, and so lost in thought that he might have been sitting in his own room. She was overcome by someth... | blind to his surroundings as he thought himself. He thought that these winter days were spent in long hours before white papers radiant in electric light; and in short passages through fog-dimmed streets. When he came back to his work after lunch he carried in his head a picture of the Strand, scattered with omnibuses,... | her; he blamed nothing, nobody; he saw the truth. He saw the dun-colored race of waters and the blank shore. But life is vigorous; the body lives, and the body, no doubt, dictated the reflection, which now urged him to movement, that one may cast away the forms of human beings, and yet retain the passion which seemed i... | his, and reft of her they seemed false thoughts which he would blush to think again. His life seemed immeasurably impoverished. He sat himself down, in spite of the chilly fog which obscured the farther bank and left its lights suspended upon a blank surface, upon one of the riverside seats, and let the tide of disillu... | race of waters and the blank shore. But life is vigorous; the body lives, and the body, no doubt, dictated the reflection, which now urged him to movement, that one may cast away the forms of human beings, and yet retain the passion which seemed inseparable from their existence in the flesh. Now this passion burnt on h... | Night And Day |
"Yes. You looked as if you were walking in your sleep," | Mary Datchet | exclaimed. "How you startled me!"<|quote|>"Yes. You looked as if you were walking in your sleep,"</|quote|>she said. "Are you arranging | the shoulder. "Gracious, Mary!" he exclaimed. "How you startled me!"<|quote|>"Yes. You looked as if you were walking in your sleep,"</|quote|>she said. "Are you arranging some terrible love affair? Have | She was overcome by something very like awe by the sight of him; then she felt much inclined to laugh, although her pulse beat faster. She passed him, and he never saw her. She came back and touched him on the shoulder. "Gracious, Mary!" he exclaimed. "How you startled me!"<|quote|>"Yes. You looked as if you were walki... | direction, now in that; and came home laden with dark books borrowed from a library. Mary Datchet, coming from the Strand at lunch-time, saw him one day taking his turn, closely buttoned in an overcoat, and so lost in thought that he might have been sitting in his own room. She was overcome by something very like awe b... | as he thought himself. He thought that these winter days were spent in long hours before white papers radiant in electric light; and in short passages through fog-dimmed streets. When he came back to his work after lunch he carried in his head a picture of the Strand, scattered with omnibuses, and of the purple shapes ... | nobody; he saw the truth. He saw the dun-colored race of waters and the blank shore. But life is vigorous; the body lives, and the body, no doubt, dictated the reflection, which now urged him to movement, that one may cast away the forms of human beings, and yet retain the passion which seemed inseparable from their ex... | her they seemed false thoughts which he would blush to think again. His life seemed immeasurably impoverished. He sat himself down, in spite of the chilly fog which obscured the farther bank and left its lights suspended upon a blank surface, upon one of the riverside seats, and let the tide of disillusionment sweep th... | marriage seemed of no importance to him. All things had turned to ghosts; the whole mass of the world was insubstantial vapor, surrounding the solitary spark in his mind, whose burning point he could remember, for it burnt no more. He had once cherished a belief, and Katharine had embodied this belief, and she did so n... | Night And Day |
she said. | No speaker | were walking in your sleep,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"Are you arranging some terrible | You looked as if you were walking in your sleep,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"Are you arranging some terrible love affair? Have you got | of him; then she felt much inclined to laugh, although her pulse beat faster. She passed him, and he never saw her. She came back and touched him on the shoulder. "Gracious, Mary!" he exclaimed. "How you startled me!" "Yes. You looked as if you were walking in your sleep,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"Are you arranging ... | borrowed from a library. Mary Datchet, coming from the Strand at lunch-time, saw him one day taking his turn, closely buttoned in an overcoat, and so lost in thought that he might have been sitting in his own room. She was overcome by something very like awe by the sight of him; then she felt much inclined to laugh, al... | spent in long hours before white papers radiant in electric light; and in short passages through fog-dimmed streets. When he came back to his work after lunch he carried in his head a picture of the Strand, scattered with omnibuses, and of the purple shapes of leaves pressed flat upon the gravel, as if his eyes had alw... | waters and the blank shore. But life is vigorous; the body lives, and the body, no doubt, dictated the reflection, which now urged him to movement, that one may cast away the forms of human beings, and yet retain the passion which seemed inseparable from their existence in the flesh. Now this passion burnt on his horiz... | again. His life seemed immeasurably impoverished. He sat himself down, in spite of the chilly fog which obscured the farther bank and left its lights suspended upon a blank surface, upon one of the riverside seats, and let the tide of disillusionment sweep through him. For the time being all bright points in his life w... | then?" he thought, as he leant there. So feeble and insubstantial did he feel himself that he repeated the word aloud. "In what can one trust? Not in men and women. Not in one s dreams about them. There s nothing nothing, nothing left at all." Now Denham had reason to know that he could bring to birth and keep alive a ... | Night And Day |
"Are you arranging some terrible love affair? Have you got to reconcile a desperate couple?" | Mary Datchet | in your sleep," she said.<|quote|>"Are you arranging some terrible love affair? Have you got to reconcile a desperate couple?"</|quote|>"I wasn t thinking about | as if you were walking in your sleep," she said.<|quote|>"Are you arranging some terrible love affair? Have you got to reconcile a desperate couple?"</|quote|>"I wasn t thinking about my work," Ralph replied, rather | then she felt much inclined to laugh, although her pulse beat faster. She passed him, and he never saw her. She came back and touched him on the shoulder. "Gracious, Mary!" he exclaimed. "How you startled me!" "Yes. You looked as if you were walking in your sleep," she said.<|quote|>"Are you arranging some terrible lov... | a library. Mary Datchet, coming from the Strand at lunch-time, saw him one day taking his turn, closely buttoned in an overcoat, and so lost in thought that he might have been sitting in his own room. She was overcome by something very like awe by the sight of him; then she felt much inclined to laugh, although her pul... | long hours before white papers radiant in electric light; and in short passages through fog-dimmed streets. When he came back to his work after lunch he carried in his head a picture of the Strand, scattered with omnibuses, and of the purple shapes of leaves pressed flat upon the gravel, as if his eyes had always been ... | the blank shore. But life is vigorous; the body lives, and the body, no doubt, dictated the reflection, which now urged him to movement, that one may cast away the forms of human beings, and yet retain the passion which seemed inseparable from their existence in the flesh. Now this passion burnt on his horizon, as the ... | life seemed immeasurably impoverished. He sat himself down, in spite of the chilly fog which obscured the farther bank and left its lights suspended upon a blank surface, upon one of the riverside seats, and let the tide of disillusionment sweep through him. For the time being all bright points in his life were blotted... | her; he blamed nothing, nobody; he saw the truth. He saw the dun-colored race of waters and the blank shore. But life is vigorous; the body lives, and the body, no doubt, dictated the reflection, which now urged him to movement, that one may cast away the forms of human beings, and yet retain the passion which seemed i... | Night And Day |
"I wasn t thinking about my work," | Ralph Denham | to reconcile a desperate couple?"<|quote|>"I wasn t thinking about my work,"</|quote|>Ralph replied, rather hastily. "And, | love affair? Have you got to reconcile a desperate couple?"<|quote|>"I wasn t thinking about my work,"</|quote|>Ralph replied, rather hastily. "And, besides, that sort of thing | and he never saw her. She came back and touched him on the shoulder. "Gracious, Mary!" he exclaimed. "How you startled me!" "Yes. You looked as if you were walking in your sleep," she said. "Are you arranging some terrible love affair? Have you got to reconcile a desperate couple?"<|quote|>"I wasn t thinking about my w... | his turn, closely buttoned in an overcoat, and so lost in thought that he might have been sitting in his own room. She was overcome by something very like awe by the sight of him; then she felt much inclined to laugh, although her pulse beat faster. She passed him, and he never saw her. She came back and touched him on... | streets. When he came back to his work after lunch he carried in his head a picture of the Strand, scattered with omnibuses, and of the purple shapes of leaves pressed flat upon the gravel, as if his eyes had always been bent upon the ground. His brain worked incessantly, but his thought was attended with so little joy... | dictated the reflection, which now urged him to movement, that one may cast away the forms of human beings, and yet retain the passion which seemed inseparable from their existence in the flesh. Now this passion burnt on his horizon, as the winter sun makes a greenish pane in the west through thinning clouds. His eyes ... | obscured the farther bank and left its lights suspended upon a blank surface, upon one of the riverside seats, and let the tide of disillusionment sweep through him. For the time being all bright points in his life were blotted out; all prominences leveled. At first he made himself believe that Katharine had treated hi... | himself that he repeated the word aloud. "In what can one trust? Not in men and women. Not in one s dreams about them. There s nothing nothing, nothing left at all." Now Denham had reason to know that he could bring to birth and keep alive a fine anger when he chose. Rodney provided a good target for that emotion. And ... | Night And Day |
Ralph replied, rather hastily. | No speaker | t thinking about my work,"<|quote|>Ralph replied, rather hastily.</|quote|>"And, besides, that sort of | a desperate couple?" "I wasn t thinking about my work,"<|quote|>Ralph replied, rather hastily.</|quote|>"And, besides, that sort of thing s not in my | back and touched him on the shoulder. "Gracious, Mary!" he exclaimed. "How you startled me!" "Yes. You looked as if you were walking in your sleep," she said. "Are you arranging some terrible love affair? Have you got to reconcile a desperate couple?" "I wasn t thinking about my work,"<|quote|>Ralph replied, rather has... | and so lost in thought that he might have been sitting in his own room. She was overcome by something very like awe by the sight of him; then she felt much inclined to laugh, although her pulse beat faster. She passed him, and he never saw her. She came back and touched him on the shoulder. "Gracious, Mary!" he exclaim... | work after lunch he carried in his head a picture of the Strand, scattered with omnibuses, and of the purple shapes of leaves pressed flat upon the gravel, as if his eyes had always been bent upon the ground. His brain worked incessantly, but his thought was attended with so little joy that he did not willingly recall ... | to movement, that one may cast away the forms of human beings, and yet retain the passion which seemed inseparable from their existence in the flesh. Now this passion burnt on his horizon, as the winter sun makes a greenish pane in the west through thinning clouds. His eyes were set on something infinitely far and remo... | lights suspended upon a blank surface, upon one of the riverside seats, and let the tide of disillusionment sweep through him. For the time being all bright points in his life were blotted out; all prominences leveled. At first he made himself believe that Katharine had treated him badly, and drew comfort from the thou... | and remote; by that light he felt he could walk, and would, in future, have to find his way. But that was all there was left to him of a populous and teeming world. CHAPTER XIII The lunch hour in the office was only partly spent by Denham in the consumption of food. Whether fine or wet, he passed most of it pacing the ... | Night And Day |
"And, besides, that sort of thing s not in my line," | Ralph Denham | work," Ralph replied, rather hastily.<|quote|>"And, besides, that sort of thing s not in my line,"</|quote|>he added, rather grimly. The | wasn t thinking about my work," Ralph replied, rather hastily.<|quote|>"And, besides, that sort of thing s not in my line,"</|quote|>he added, rather grimly. The morning was fine, and they | on the shoulder. "Gracious, Mary!" he exclaimed. "How you startled me!" "Yes. You looked as if you were walking in your sleep," she said. "Are you arranging some terrible love affair? Have you got to reconcile a desperate couple?" "I wasn t thinking about my work," Ralph replied, rather hastily.<|quote|>"And, besides, ... | thought that he might have been sitting in his own room. She was overcome by something very like awe by the sight of him; then she felt much inclined to laugh, although her pulse beat faster. She passed him, and he never saw her. She came back and touched him on the shoulder. "Gracious, Mary!" he exclaimed. "How you st... | carried in his head a picture of the Strand, scattered with omnibuses, and of the purple shapes of leaves pressed flat upon the gravel, as if his eyes had always been bent upon the ground. His brain worked incessantly, but his thought was attended with so little joy that he did not willingly recall it; but drove ahead,... | may cast away the forms of human beings, and yet retain the passion which seemed inseparable from their existence in the flesh. Now this passion burnt on his horizon, as the winter sun makes a greenish pane in the west through thinning clouds. His eyes were set on something infinitely far and remote; by that light he f... | blank surface, upon one of the riverside seats, and let the tide of disillusionment sweep through him. For the time being all bright points in his life were blotted out; all prominences leveled. At first he made himself believe that Katharine had treated him badly, and drew comfort from the thought that, left alone, sh... | a greenish pane in the west through thinning clouds. His eyes were set on something infinitely far and remote; by that light he felt he could walk, and would, in future, have to find his way. But that was all there was left to him of a populous and teeming world. CHAPTER XIII The lunch hour in the office was only partl... | Night And Day |
he added, rather grimly. The morning was fine, and they had still some minutes of leisure to spend. They had not met for two or three weeks, and Mary had much to say to Ralph; but she was not certain how far he wished for her company. However, after a turn or two, in which a few facts were communicated, he suggested si... | No speaker | s not in my line,"<|quote|>he added, rather grimly. The morning was fine, and they had still some minutes of leisure to spend. They had not met for two or three weeks, and Mary had much to say to Ralph; but she was not certain how far he wished for her company. However, after a turn or two, in which a few facts were co... | besides, that sort of thing s not in my line,"<|quote|>he added, rather grimly. The morning was fine, and they had still some minutes of leisure to spend. They had not met for two or three weeks, and Mary had much to say to Ralph; but she was not certain how far he wished for her company. However, after a turn or two, ... | "Yes. You looked as if you were walking in your sleep," she said. "Are you arranging some terrible love affair? Have you got to reconcile a desperate couple?" "I wasn t thinking about my work," Ralph replied, rather hastily. "And, besides, that sort of thing s not in my line,"<|quote|>he added, rather grimly. The morni... | She was overcome by something very like awe by the sight of him; then she felt much inclined to laugh, although her pulse beat faster. She passed him, and he never saw her. She came back and touched him on the shoulder. "Gracious, Mary!" he exclaimed. "How you startled me!" "Yes. You looked as if you were walking in yo... | omnibuses, and of the purple shapes of leaves pressed flat upon the gravel, as if his eyes had always been bent upon the ground. His brain worked incessantly, but his thought was attended with so little joy that he did not willingly recall it; but drove ahead, now in this direction, now in that; and came home laden wit... | the passion which seemed inseparable from their existence in the flesh. Now this passion burnt on his horizon, as the winter sun makes a greenish pane in the west through thinning clouds. His eyes were set on something infinitely far and remote; by that light he felt he could walk, and would, in future, have to find hi... | tide of disillusionment sweep through him. For the time being all bright points in his life were blotted out; all prominences leveled. At first he made himself believe that Katharine had treated him badly, and drew comfort from the thought that, left alone, she would recollect this, and think of him and tender him, in ... | that these winter days were spent in long hours before white papers radiant in electric light; and in short passages through fog-dimmed streets. When he came back to his work after lunch he carried in his head a picture of the Strand, scattered with omnibuses, and of the purple shapes of leaves pressed flat upon the gr... | Night And Day |
"I ve never seen sparrows so tame," | Mary Datchet | a few crumbs among them.<|quote|>"I ve never seen sparrows so tame,"</|quote|>Mary observed, by way of | from his luncheon. He threw a few crumbs among them.<|quote|>"I ve never seen sparrows so tame,"</|quote|>Mary observed, by way of saying something. "No," said Ralph. | a turn or two, in which a few facts were communicated, he suggested sitting down, and she took the seat beside him. The sparrows came fluttering about them, and Ralph produced from his pocket the half of a roll saved from his luncheon. He threw a few crumbs among them.<|quote|>"I ve never seen sparrows so tame,"</|quot... | line," he added, rather grimly. The morning was fine, and they had still some minutes of leisure to spend. They had not met for two or three weeks, and Mary had much to say to Ralph; but she was not certain how far he wished for her company. However, after a turn or two, in which a few facts were communicated, he sugge... | room. She was overcome by something very like awe by the sight of him; then she felt much inclined to laugh, although her pulse beat faster. She passed him, and he never saw her. She came back and touched him on the shoulder. "Gracious, Mary!" he exclaimed. "How you startled me!" "Yes. You looked as if you were walking... | most of it pacing the gravel paths in Lincoln s Inn Fields. The children got to know his figure, and the sparrows expected their daily scattering of bread-crumbs. No doubt, since he often gave a copper and almost always a handful of bread, he was not as blind to his surroundings as he thought himself. He thought that t... | indeed, was the lowest pitch of his despair. If the best of one s feelings means nothing to the person most concerned in those feelings, what reality is left us? The old romance which had warmed his days for him, the thoughts of Katharine which had painted every hour, were now made to appear foolish and enfeebled. He r... | now urged him to movement, that one may cast away the forms of human beings, and yet retain the passion which seemed inseparable from their existence in the flesh. Now this passion burnt on his horizon, as the winter sun makes a greenish pane in the west through thinning clouds. His eyes were set on something infinitel... | Night And Day |
Mary observed, by way of saying something. | No speaker | never seen sparrows so tame,"<|quote|>Mary observed, by way of saying something.</|quote|>"No," said Ralph. "The sparrows | crumbs among them. "I ve never seen sparrows so tame,"<|quote|>Mary observed, by way of saying something.</|quote|>"No," said Ralph. "The sparrows in Hyde Park aren t | few facts were communicated, he suggested sitting down, and she took the seat beside him. The sparrows came fluttering about them, and Ralph produced from his pocket the half of a roll saved from his luncheon. He threw a few crumbs among them. "I ve never seen sparrows so tame,"<|quote|>Mary observed, by way of saying ... | was fine, and they had still some minutes of leisure to spend. They had not met for two or three weeks, and Mary had much to say to Ralph; but she was not certain how far he wished for her company. However, after a turn or two, in which a few facts were communicated, he suggested sitting down, and she took the seat bes... | like awe by the sight of him; then she felt much inclined to laugh, although her pulse beat faster. She passed him, and he never saw her. She came back and touched him on the shoulder. "Gracious, Mary!" he exclaimed. "How you startled me!" "Yes. You looked as if you were walking in your sleep," she said. "Are you arran... | in Lincoln s Inn Fields. The children got to know his figure, and the sparrows expected their daily scattering of bread-crumbs. No doubt, since he often gave a copper and almost always a handful of bread, he was not as blind to his surroundings as he thought himself. He thought that these winter days were spent in long... | despair. If the best of one s feelings means nothing to the person most concerned in those feelings, what reality is left us? The old romance which had warmed his days for him, the thoughts of Katharine which had painted every hour, were now made to appear foolish and enfeebled. He rose, and looked into the river, whos... | and Katharine had embodied this belief, and she did so no longer. He did not blame her; he blamed nothing, nobody; he saw the truth. He saw the dun-colored race of waters and the blank shore. But life is vigorous; the body lives, and the body, no doubt, dictated the reflection, which now urged him to movement, that one... | Night And Day |
"No," | Ralph Denham | by way of saying something.<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>said Ralph. "The sparrows in | sparrows so tame," Mary observed, by way of saying something.<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>said Ralph. "The sparrows in Hyde Park aren t as | down, and she took the seat beside him. The sparrows came fluttering about them, and Ralph produced from his pocket the half of a roll saved from his luncheon. He threw a few crumbs among them. "I ve never seen sparrows so tame," Mary observed, by way of saying something.<|quote|>"No,"</|quote|>said Ralph. "The sparrow... | minutes of leisure to spend. They had not met for two or three weeks, and Mary had much to say to Ralph; but she was not certain how far he wished for her company. However, after a turn or two, in which a few facts were communicated, he suggested sitting down, and she took the seat beside him. The sparrows came flutter... | then she felt much inclined to laugh, although her pulse beat faster. She passed him, and he never saw her. She came back and touched him on the shoulder. "Gracious, Mary!" he exclaimed. "How you startled me!" "Yes. You looked as if you were walking in your sleep," she said. "Are you arranging some terrible love affair... | got to know his figure, and the sparrows expected their daily scattering of bread-crumbs. No doubt, since he often gave a copper and almost always a handful of bread, he was not as blind to his surroundings as he thought himself. He thought that these winter days were spent in long hours before white papers radiant in ... | feelings means nothing to the person most concerned in those feelings, what reality is left us? The old romance which had warmed his days for him, the thoughts of Katharine which had painted every hour, were now made to appear foolish and enfeebled. He rose, and looked into the river, whose swift race of dun-colored wa... | once cherished a belief, and Katharine had embodied this belief, and she did so no longer. He did not blame her; he blamed nothing, nobody; he saw the truth. He saw the dun-colored race of waters and the blank shore. But life is vigorous; the body lives, and the body, no doubt, dictated the reflection, which now urged ... | Night And Day |
said Ralph. | No speaker | way of saying something. "No,"<|quote|>said Ralph.</|quote|>"The sparrows in Hyde Park | so tame," Mary observed, by way of saying something. "No,"<|quote|>said Ralph.</|quote|>"The sparrows in Hyde Park aren t as tame as | and she took the seat beside him. The sparrows came fluttering about them, and Ralph produced from his pocket the half of a roll saved from his luncheon. He threw a few crumbs among them. "I ve never seen sparrows so tame," Mary observed, by way of saying something. "No,"<|quote|>said Ralph.</|quote|>"The sparrows in H... | of leisure to spend. They had not met for two or three weeks, and Mary had much to say to Ralph; but she was not certain how far he wished for her company. However, after a turn or two, in which a few facts were communicated, he suggested sitting down, and she took the seat beside him. The sparrows came fluttering abou... | she felt much inclined to laugh, although her pulse beat faster. She passed him, and he never saw her. She came back and touched him on the shoulder. "Gracious, Mary!" he exclaimed. "How you startled me!" "Yes. You looked as if you were walking in your sleep," she said. "Are you arranging some terrible love affair? Hav... | to know his figure, and the sparrows expected their daily scattering of bread-crumbs. No doubt, since he often gave a copper and almost always a handful of bread, he was not as blind to his surroundings as he thought himself. He thought that these winter days were spent in long hours before white papers radiant in elec... | means nothing to the person most concerned in those feelings, what reality is left us? The old romance which had warmed his days for him, the thoughts of Katharine which had painted every hour, were now made to appear foolish and enfeebled. He rose, and looked into the river, whose swift race of dun-colored waters seem... | he passed most of it pacing the gravel paths in Lincoln s Inn Fields. The children got to know his figure, and the sparrows expected their daily scattering of bread-crumbs. No doubt, since he often gave a copper and almost always a handful of bread, he was not as blind to his surroundings as he thought himself. He thou... | Night And Day |
"The sparrows in Hyde Park aren t as tame as this. If we keep perfectly still, I ll get one to settle on my arm." | Ralph Denham | saying something. "No," said Ralph.<|quote|>"The sparrows in Hyde Park aren t as tame as this. If we keep perfectly still, I ll get one to settle on my arm."</|quote|>Mary felt that she could | Mary observed, by way of saying something. "No," said Ralph.<|quote|>"The sparrows in Hyde Park aren t as tame as this. If we keep perfectly still, I ll get one to settle on my arm."</|quote|>Mary felt that she could have forgone this display of | took the seat beside him. The sparrows came fluttering about them, and Ralph produced from his pocket the half of a roll saved from his luncheon. He threw a few crumbs among them. "I ve never seen sparrows so tame," Mary observed, by way of saying something. "No," said Ralph.<|quote|>"The sparrows in Hyde Park aren t a... | to spend. They had not met for two or three weeks, and Mary had much to say to Ralph; but she was not certain how far he wished for her company. However, after a turn or two, in which a few facts were communicated, he suggested sitting down, and she took the seat beside him. The sparrows came fluttering about them, and... | much inclined to laugh, although her pulse beat faster. She passed him, and he never saw her. She came back and touched him on the shoulder. "Gracious, Mary!" he exclaimed. "How you startled me!" "Yes. You looked as if you were walking in your sleep," she said. "Are you arranging some terrible love affair? Have you got... | his figure, and the sparrows expected their daily scattering of bread-crumbs. No doubt, since he often gave a copper and almost always a handful of bread, he was not as blind to his surroundings as he thought himself. He thought that these winter days were spent in long hours before white papers radiant in electric lig... | to the person most concerned in those feelings, what reality is left us? The old romance which had warmed his days for him, the thoughts of Katharine which had painted every hour, were now made to appear foolish and enfeebled. He rose, and looked into the river, whose swift race of dun-colored waters seemed the very sp... | not willingly recall it; but drove ahead, now in this direction, now in that; and came home laden with dark books borrowed from a library. Mary Datchet, coming from the Strand at lunch-time, saw him one day taking his turn, closely buttoned in an overcoat, and so lost in thought that he might have been sitting in his o... | Night And Day |
Mary felt that she could have forgone this display of animal good temper, but seeing that Ralph, for some curious reason, took a pride in the sparrows, she bet him sixpence that he would not succeed. | No speaker | to settle on my arm."<|quote|>Mary felt that she could have forgone this display of animal good temper, but seeing that Ralph, for some curious reason, took a pride in the sparrows, she bet him sixpence that he would not succeed.</|quote|>"Done!" he said; and his | still, I ll get one to settle on my arm."<|quote|>Mary felt that she could have forgone this display of animal good temper, but seeing that Ralph, for some curious reason, took a pride in the sparrows, she bet him sixpence that he would not succeed.</|quote|>"Done!" he said; and his eye, which had been gloomy, | luncheon. He threw a few crumbs among them. "I ve never seen sparrows so tame," Mary observed, by way of saying something. "No," said Ralph. "The sparrows in Hyde Park aren t as tame as this. If we keep perfectly still, I ll get one to settle on my arm."<|quote|>Mary felt that she could have forgone this display of ani... | far he wished for her company. However, after a turn or two, in which a few facts were communicated, he suggested sitting down, and she took the seat beside him. The sparrows came fluttering about them, and Ralph produced from his pocket the half of a roll saved from his luncheon. He threw a few crumbs among them. "I v... | shoulder. "Gracious, Mary!" he exclaimed. "How you startled me!" "Yes. You looked as if you were walking in your sleep," she said. "Are you arranging some terrible love affair? Have you got to reconcile a desperate couple?" "I wasn t thinking about my work," Ralph replied, rather hastily. "And, besides, that sort of th... | bread, he was not as blind to his surroundings as he thought himself. He thought that these winter days were spent in long hours before white papers radiant in electric light; and in short passages through fog-dimmed streets. When he came back to his work after lunch he carried in his head a picture of the Strand, scat... | of Katharine which had painted every hour, were now made to appear foolish and enfeebled. He rose, and looked into the river, whose swift race of dun-colored waters seemed the very spirit of futility and oblivion. "In what can one trust, then?" he thought, as he leant there. So feeble and insubstantial did he feel hims... | But that was all there was left to him of a populous and teeming world. CHAPTER XIII The lunch hour in the office was only partly spent by Denham in the consumption of food. Whether fine or wet, he passed most of it pacing the gravel paths in Lincoln s Inn Fields. The children got to know his figure, and the sparrows e... | Night And Day |
"Done!" | Ralph Denham | that he would not succeed.<|quote|>"Done!"</|quote|>he said; and his eye, | sparrows, she bet him sixpence that he would not succeed.<|quote|>"Done!"</|quote|>he said; and his eye, which had been gloomy, showed | If we keep perfectly still, I ll get one to settle on my arm." Mary felt that she could have forgone this display of animal good temper, but seeing that Ralph, for some curious reason, took a pride in the sparrows, she bet him sixpence that he would not succeed.<|quote|>"Done!"</|quote|>he said; and his eye, which had ... | and Ralph produced from his pocket the half of a roll saved from his luncheon. He threw a few crumbs among them. "I ve never seen sparrows so tame," Mary observed, by way of saying something. "No," said Ralph. "The sparrows in Hyde Park aren t as tame as this. If we keep perfectly still, I ll get one to settle on my ar... | couple?" "I wasn t thinking about my work," Ralph replied, rather hastily. "And, besides, that sort of thing s not in my line," he added, rather grimly. The morning was fine, and they had still some minutes of leisure to spend. They had not met for two or three weeks, and Mary had much to say to Ralph; but she was not ... | fog-dimmed streets. When he came back to his work after lunch he carried in his head a picture of the Strand, scattered with omnibuses, and of the purple shapes of leaves pressed flat upon the gravel, as if his eyes had always been bent upon the ground. His brain worked incessantly, but his thought was attended with so... | "In what can one trust, then?" he thought, as he leant there. So feeble and insubstantial did he feel himself that he repeated the word aloud. "In what can one trust? Not in men and women. Not in one s dreams about them. There s nothing nothing, nothing left at all." Now Denham had reason to know that he could bring to... | his head a picture of the Strand, scattered with omnibuses, and of the purple shapes of leaves pressed flat upon the gravel, as if his eyes had always been bent upon the ground. His brain worked incessantly, but his thought was attended with so little joy that he did not willingly recall it; but drove ahead, now in thi... | Night And Day |
he said; and his eye, which had been gloomy, showed a spark of light. His conversation was now addressed entirely to a bald cock-sparrow, who seemed bolder than the rest; and Mary took the opportunity of looking at him. She was not satisfied; his face was worn, and his expression stern. A child came bowling its hoop th... | No speaker | he would not succeed. "Done!"<|quote|>he said; and his eye, which had been gloomy, showed a spark of light. His conversation was now addressed entirely to a bald cock-sparrow, who seemed bolder than the rest; and Mary took the opportunity of looking at him. She was not satisfied; his face was worn, and his expression s... | she bet him sixpence that he would not succeed. "Done!"<|quote|>he said; and his eye, which had been gloomy, showed a spark of light. His conversation was now addressed entirely to a bald cock-sparrow, who seemed bolder than the rest; and Mary took the opportunity of looking at him. She was not satisfied; his face was ... | we keep perfectly still, I ll get one to settle on my arm." Mary felt that she could have forgone this display of animal good temper, but seeing that Ralph, for some curious reason, took a pride in the sparrows, she bet him sixpence that he would not succeed. "Done!"<|quote|>he said; and his eye, which had been gloomy,... | Ralph produced from his pocket the half of a roll saved from his luncheon. He threw a few crumbs among them. "I ve never seen sparrows so tame," Mary observed, by way of saying something. "No," said Ralph. "The sparrows in Hyde Park aren t as tame as this. If we keep perfectly still, I ll get one to settle on my arm." ... | "I wasn t thinking about my work," Ralph replied, rather hastily. "And, besides, that sort of thing s not in my line," he added, rather grimly. The morning was fine, and they had still some minutes of leisure to spend. They had not met for two or three weeks, and Mary had much to say to Ralph; but she was not certain h... | streets. When he came back to his work after lunch he carried in his head a picture of the Strand, scattered with omnibuses, and of the purple shapes of leaves pressed flat upon the gravel, as if his eyes had always been bent upon the ground. His brain worked incessantly, but his thought was attended with so little joy... | what can one trust, then?" he thought, as he leant there. So feeble and insubstantial did he feel himself that he repeated the word aloud. "In what can one trust? Not in men and women. Not in one s dreams about them. There s nothing nothing, nothing left at all." Now Denham had reason to know that he could bring to bir... | he felt he could walk, and would, in future, have to find his way. But that was all there was left to him of a populous and teeming world. CHAPTER XIII The lunch hour in the office was only partly spent by Denham in the consumption of food. Whether fine or wet, he passed most of it pacing the gravel paths in Lincoln s ... | Night And Day |
"That s what always happens just as I ve almost got him," | Ralph Denham | with a snort of impatience.<|quote|>"That s what always happens just as I ve almost got him,"</|quote|>he said. "Here s your | of bread into the bushes with a snort of impatience.<|quote|>"That s what always happens just as I ve almost got him,"</|quote|>he said. "Here s your sixpence, Mary. But you ve | the rest; and Mary took the opportunity of looking at him. She was not satisfied; his face was worn, and his expression stern. A child came bowling its hoop through the concourse of birds, and Ralph threw his last crumbs of bread into the bushes with a snort of impatience.<|quote|>"That s what always happens just as I ... | that Ralph, for some curious reason, took a pride in the sparrows, she bet him sixpence that he would not succeed. "Done!" he said; and his eye, which had been gloomy, showed a spark of light. His conversation was now addressed entirely to a bald cock-sparrow, who seemed bolder than the rest; and Mary took the opportun... | few facts were communicated, he suggested sitting down, and she took the seat beside him. The sparrows came fluttering about them, and Ralph produced from his pocket the half of a roll saved from his luncheon. He threw a few crumbs among them. "I ve never seen sparrows so tame," Mary observed, by way of saying somethin... | home laden with dark books borrowed from a library. Mary Datchet, coming from the Strand at lunch-time, saw him one day taking his turn, closely buttoned in an overcoat, and so lost in thought that he might have been sitting in his own room. She was overcome by something very like awe by the sight of him; then she felt... | emotion. And yet at the moment, Rodney and Katharine herself seemed disembodied ghosts. He could scarcely remember the look of them. His mind plunged lower and lower. Their marriage seemed of no importance to him. All things had turned to ghosts; the whole mass of the world was insubstantial vapor, surrounding the soli... | Datchet, coming from the Strand at lunch-time, saw him one day taking his turn, closely buttoned in an overcoat, and so lost in thought that he might have been sitting in his own room. She was overcome by something very like awe by the sight of him; then she felt much inclined to laugh, although her pulse beat faster. ... | Night And Day |
he said. | No speaker | I ve almost got him,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"Here s your sixpence, Mary. | what always happens just as I ve almost got him,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"Here s your sixpence, Mary. But you ve only got | was not satisfied; his face was worn, and his expression stern. A child came bowling its hoop through the concourse of birds, and Ralph threw his last crumbs of bread into the bushes with a snort of impatience. "That s what always happens just as I ve almost got him,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"Here s your sixpence, Ma... | she bet him sixpence that he would not succeed. "Done!" he said; and his eye, which had been gloomy, showed a spark of light. His conversation was now addressed entirely to a bald cock-sparrow, who seemed bolder than the rest; and Mary took the opportunity of looking at him. She was not satisfied; his face was worn, an... | seat beside him. The sparrows came fluttering about them, and Ralph produced from his pocket the half of a roll saved from his luncheon. He threw a few crumbs among them. "I ve never seen sparrows so tame," Mary observed, by way of saying something. "No," said Ralph. "The sparrows in Hyde Park aren t as tame as this. I... | from the Strand at lunch-time, saw him one day taking his turn, closely buttoned in an overcoat, and so lost in thought that he might have been sitting in his own room. She was overcome by something very like awe by the sight of him; then she felt much inclined to laugh, although her pulse beat faster. She passed him, ... | ghosts. He could scarcely remember the look of them. His mind plunged lower and lower. Their marriage seemed of no importance to him. All things had turned to ghosts; the whole mass of the world was insubstantial vapor, surrounding the solitary spark in his mind, whose burning point he could remember, for it burnt no m... | came back to his work after lunch he carried in his head a picture of the Strand, scattered with omnibuses, and of the purple shapes of leaves pressed flat upon the gravel, as if his eyes had always been bent upon the ground. His brain worked incessantly, but his thought was attended with so little joy that he did not ... | Night And Day |
"Here s your sixpence, Mary. But you ve only got it thanks to that brute of a boy. They oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops here" | Ralph Denham | almost got him," he said.<|quote|>"Here s your sixpence, Mary. But you ve only got it thanks to that brute of a boy. They oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops here"</|quote|>"Oughtn t to be allowed | happens just as I ve almost got him," he said.<|quote|>"Here s your sixpence, Mary. But you ve only got it thanks to that brute of a boy. They oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops here"</|quote|>"Oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops! My dear | satisfied; his face was worn, and his expression stern. A child came bowling its hoop through the concourse of birds, and Ralph threw his last crumbs of bread into the bushes with a snort of impatience. "That s what always happens just as I ve almost got him," he said.<|quote|>"Here s your sixpence, Mary. But you ve on... | him sixpence that he would not succeed. "Done!" he said; and his eye, which had been gloomy, showed a spark of light. His conversation was now addressed entirely to a bald cock-sparrow, who seemed bolder than the rest; and Mary took the opportunity of looking at him. She was not satisfied; his face was worn, and his ex... | him. The sparrows came fluttering about them, and Ralph produced from his pocket the half of a roll saved from his luncheon. He threw a few crumbs among them. "I ve never seen sparrows so tame," Mary observed, by way of saying something. "No," said Ralph. "The sparrows in Hyde Park aren t as tame as this. If we keep pe... | Strand at lunch-time, saw him one day taking his turn, closely buttoned in an overcoat, and so lost in thought that he might have been sitting in his own room. She was overcome by something very like awe by the sight of him; then she felt much inclined to laugh, although her pulse beat faster. She passed him, and he ne... | could scarcely remember the look of them. His mind plunged lower and lower. Their marriage seemed of no importance to him. All things had turned to ghosts; the whole mass of the world was insubstantial vapor, surrounding the solitary spark in his mind, whose burning point he could remember, for it burnt no more. He had... | to Ralph; but she was not certain how far he wished for her company. However, after a turn or two, in which a few facts were communicated, he suggested sitting down, and she took the seat beside him. The sparrows came fluttering about them, and Ralph produced from his pocket the half of a roll saved from his luncheon. ... | Night And Day |
"Oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops! My dear Ralph, what nonsense!" | Mary Datchet | allowed to bowl hoops here"<|quote|>"Oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops! My dear Ralph, what nonsense!"</|quote|>"You always say that," he | They oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops here"<|quote|>"Oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops! My dear Ralph, what nonsense!"</|quote|>"You always say that," he complained; "and it isn t | into the bushes with a snort of impatience. "That s what always happens just as I ve almost got him," he said. "Here s your sixpence, Mary. But you ve only got it thanks to that brute of a boy. They oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops here"<|quote|>"Oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops! My dear Ralph, what nonsense!"<... | to a bald cock-sparrow, who seemed bolder than the rest; and Mary took the opportunity of looking at him. She was not satisfied; his face was worn, and his expression stern. A child came bowling its hoop through the concourse of birds, and Ralph threw his last crumbs of bread into the bushes with a snort of impatience.... | them. "I ve never seen sparrows so tame," Mary observed, by way of saying something. "No," said Ralph. "The sparrows in Hyde Park aren t as tame as this. If we keep perfectly still, I ll get one to settle on my arm." Mary felt that she could have forgone this display of animal good temper, but seeing that Ralph, for so... | own room. She was overcome by something very like awe by the sight of him; then she felt much inclined to laugh, although her pulse beat faster. She passed him, and he never saw her. She came back and touched him on the shoulder. "Gracious, Mary!" he exclaimed. "How you startled me!" "Yes. You looked as if you were wal... | whole mass of the world was insubstantial vapor, surrounding the solitary spark in his mind, whose burning point he could remember, for it burnt no more. He had once cherished a belief, and Katharine had embodied this belief, and she did so no longer. He did not blame her; he blamed nothing, nobody; he saw the truth. H... | been bent upon the ground. His brain worked incessantly, but his thought was attended with so little joy that he did not willingly recall it; but drove ahead, now in this direction, now in that; and came home laden with dark books borrowed from a library. Mary Datchet, coming from the Strand at lunch-time, saw him one ... | Night And Day |
"You always say that," | Ralph Denham | My dear Ralph, what nonsense!"<|quote|>"You always say that,"</|quote|>he complained; "and it isn | be allowed to bowl hoops! My dear Ralph, what nonsense!"<|quote|>"You always say that,"</|quote|>he complained; "and it isn t nonsense. What s the | just as I ve almost got him," he said. "Here s your sixpence, Mary. But you ve only got it thanks to that brute of a boy. They oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops here" "Oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops! My dear Ralph, what nonsense!"<|quote|>"You always say that,"</|quote|>he complained; "and it isn t nonsense. W... | the opportunity of looking at him. She was not satisfied; his face was worn, and his expression stern. A child came bowling its hoop through the concourse of birds, and Ralph threw his last crumbs of bread into the bushes with a snort of impatience. "That s what always happens just as I ve almost got him," he said. "He... | saying something. "No," said Ralph. "The sparrows in Hyde Park aren t as tame as this. If we keep perfectly still, I ll get one to settle on my arm." Mary felt that she could have forgone this display of animal good temper, but seeing that Ralph, for some curious reason, took a pride in the sparrows, she bet him sixpen... | of him; then she felt much inclined to laugh, although her pulse beat faster. She passed him, and he never saw her. She came back and touched him on the shoulder. "Gracious, Mary!" he exclaimed. "How you startled me!" "Yes. You looked as if you were walking in your sleep," she said. "Are you arranging some terrible lov... | his mind, whose burning point he could remember, for it burnt no more. He had once cherished a belief, and Katharine had embodied this belief, and she did so no longer. He did not blame her; he blamed nothing, nobody; he saw the truth. He saw the dun-colored race of waters and the blank shore. But life is vigorous; the... | came home laden with dark books borrowed from a library. Mary Datchet, coming from the Strand at lunch-time, saw him one day taking his turn, closely buttoned in an overcoat, and so lost in thought that he might have been sitting in his own room. She was overcome by something very like awe by the sight of him; then she... | Night And Day |
he complained; | No speaker | nonsense!" "You always say that,"<|quote|>he complained;</|quote|>"and it isn t nonsense. | hoops! My dear Ralph, what nonsense!" "You always say that,"<|quote|>he complained;</|quote|>"and it isn t nonsense. What s the point of | almost got him," he said. "Here s your sixpence, Mary. But you ve only got it thanks to that brute of a boy. They oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops here" "Oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops! My dear Ralph, what nonsense!" "You always say that,"<|quote|>he complained;</|quote|>"and it isn t nonsense. What s the poi... | at him. She was not satisfied; his face was worn, and his expression stern. A child came bowling its hoop through the concourse of birds, and Ralph threw his last crumbs of bread into the bushes with a snort of impatience. "That s what always happens just as I ve almost got him," he said. "Here s your sixpence, Mary. B... | Ralph. "The sparrows in Hyde Park aren t as tame as this. If we keep perfectly still, I ll get one to settle on my arm." Mary felt that she could have forgone this display of animal good temper, but seeing that Ralph, for some curious reason, took a pride in the sparrows, she bet him sixpence that he would not succeed.... | felt much inclined to laugh, although her pulse beat faster. She passed him, and he never saw her. She came back and touched him on the shoulder. "Gracious, Mary!" he exclaimed. "How you startled me!" "Yes. You looked as if you were walking in your sleep," she said. "Are you arranging some terrible love affair? Have yo... | point he could remember, for it burnt no more. He had once cherished a belief, and Katharine had embodied this belief, and she did so no longer. He did not blame her; he blamed nothing, nobody; he saw the truth. He saw the dun-colored race of waters and the blank shore. But life is vigorous; the body lives, and the bod... | been bent upon the ground. His brain worked incessantly, but his thought was attended with so little joy that he did not willingly recall it; but drove ahead, now in this direction, now in that; and came home laden with dark books borrowed from a library. Mary Datchet, coming from the Strand at lunch-time, saw him one ... | Night And Day |
"and it isn t nonsense. What s the point of having a garden if one can t watch birds in it? The street does all right for hoops. And if children can t be trusted in the streets, their mothers should keep them at home." | Ralph Denham | always say that," he complained;<|quote|>"and it isn t nonsense. What s the point of having a garden if one can t watch birds in it? The street does all right for hoops. And if children can t be trusted in the streets, their mothers should keep them at home."</|quote|>Mary made no answer to | dear Ralph, what nonsense!" "You always say that," he complained;<|quote|>"and it isn t nonsense. What s the point of having a garden if one can t watch birds in it? The street does all right for hoops. And if children can t be trusted in the streets, their mothers should keep them at home."</|quote|>Mary made no answe... | him," he said. "Here s your sixpence, Mary. But you ve only got it thanks to that brute of a boy. They oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops here" "Oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops! My dear Ralph, what nonsense!" "You always say that," he complained;<|quote|>"and it isn t nonsense. What s the point of having a garde... | She was not satisfied; his face was worn, and his expression stern. A child came bowling its hoop through the concourse of birds, and Ralph threw his last crumbs of bread into the bushes with a snort of impatience. "That s what always happens just as I ve almost got him," he said. "Here s your sixpence, Mary. But you v... | sparrows in Hyde Park aren t as tame as this. If we keep perfectly still, I ll get one to settle on my arm." Mary felt that she could have forgone this display of animal good temper, but seeing that Ralph, for some curious reason, took a pride in the sparrows, she bet him sixpence that he would not succeed. "Done!" he ... | inclined to laugh, although her pulse beat faster. She passed him, and he never saw her. She came back and touched him on the shoulder. "Gracious, Mary!" he exclaimed. "How you startled me!" "Yes. You looked as if you were walking in your sleep," she said. "Are you arranging some terrible love affair? Have you got to r... | could remember, for it burnt no more. He had once cherished a belief, and Katharine had embodied this belief, and she did so no longer. He did not blame her; he blamed nothing, nobody; he saw the truth. He saw the dun-colored race of waters and the blank shore. But life is vigorous; the body lives, and the body, no dou... | that; and came home laden with dark books borrowed from a library. Mary Datchet, coming from the Strand at lunch-time, saw him one day taking his turn, closely buttoned in an overcoat, and so lost in thought that he might have been sitting in his own room. She was overcome by something very like awe by the sight of him... | Night And Day |
Mary made no answer to this remark, but frowned. She leant back on the seat and looked about her at the great houses breaking the soft gray-blue sky with their chimneys. | No speaker | should keep them at home."<|quote|>Mary made no answer to this remark, but frowned. She leant back on the seat and looked about her at the great houses breaking the soft gray-blue sky with their chimneys.</|quote|>"Ah, well," she said, "London | in the streets, their mothers should keep them at home."<|quote|>Mary made no answer to this remark, but frowned. She leant back on the seat and looked about her at the great houses breaking the soft gray-blue sky with their chimneys.</|quote|>"Ah, well," she said, "London s a fine place to | always say that," he complained; "and it isn t nonsense. What s the point of having a garden if one can t watch birds in it? The street does all right for hoops. And if children can t be trusted in the streets, their mothers should keep them at home."<|quote|>Mary made no answer to this remark, but frowned. She leant b... | as I ve almost got him," he said. "Here s your sixpence, Mary. But you ve only got it thanks to that brute of a boy. They oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops here" "Oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops! My dear Ralph, what nonsense!" "You always say that," he complained; "and it isn t nonsense. What s the point of hav... | took a pride in the sparrows, she bet him sixpence that he would not succeed. "Done!" he said; and his eye, which had been gloomy, showed a spark of light. His conversation was now addressed entirely to a bald cock-sparrow, who seemed bolder than the rest; and Mary took the opportunity of looking at him. She was not sa... | said. "Are you arranging some terrible love affair? Have you got to reconcile a desperate couple?" "I wasn t thinking about my work," Ralph replied, rather hastily. "And, besides, that sort of thing s not in my line," he added, rather grimly. The morning was fine, and they had still some minutes of leisure to spend. Th... | and the blank shore. But life is vigorous; the body lives, and the body, no doubt, dictated the reflection, which now urged him to movement, that one may cast away the forms of human beings, and yet retain the passion which seemed inseparable from their existence in the flesh. Now this passion burnt on his horizon, as ... | incessantly, but his thought was attended with so little joy that he did not willingly recall it; but drove ahead, now in this direction, now in that; and came home laden with dark books borrowed from a library. Mary Datchet, coming from the Strand at lunch-time, saw him one day taking his turn, closely buttoned in an ... | Night And Day |
"Ah, well," | Mary Datchet | gray-blue sky with their chimneys.<|quote|>"Ah, well,"</|quote|>she said, "London s a | great houses breaking the soft gray-blue sky with their chimneys.<|quote|>"Ah, well,"</|quote|>she said, "London s a fine place to live in. | for hoops. And if children can t be trusted in the streets, their mothers should keep them at home." Mary made no answer to this remark, but frowned. She leant back on the seat and looked about her at the great houses breaking the soft gray-blue sky with their chimneys.<|quote|>"Ah, well,"</|quote|>she said, "London s ... | allowed to bowl hoops here" "Oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops! My dear Ralph, what nonsense!" "You always say that," he complained; "and it isn t nonsense. What s the point of having a garden if one can t watch birds in it? The street does all right for hoops. And if children can t be trusted in the streets, their ... | conversation was now addressed entirely to a bald cock-sparrow, who seemed bolder than the rest; and Mary took the opportunity of looking at him. She was not satisfied; his face was worn, and his expression stern. A child came bowling its hoop through the concourse of birds, and Ralph threw his last crumbs of bread int... | of thing s not in my line," he added, rather grimly. The morning was fine, and they had still some minutes of leisure to spend. They had not met for two or three weeks, and Mary had much to say to Ralph; but she was not certain how far he wished for her company. However, after a turn or two, in which a few facts were c... | forms of human beings, and yet retain the passion which seemed inseparable from their existence in the flesh. Now this passion burnt on his horizon, as the winter sun makes a greenish pane in the west through thinning clouds. His eyes were set on something infinitely far and remote; by that light he felt he could walk,... | "I ve never seen sparrows so tame," Mary observed, by way of saying something. "No," said Ralph. "The sparrows in Hyde Park aren t as tame as this. If we keep perfectly still, I ll get one to settle on my arm." Mary felt that she could have forgone this display of animal good temper, but seeing that Ralph, for some cur... | Night And Day |
she said, | No speaker | with their chimneys. "Ah, well,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"London s a fine place | breaking the soft gray-blue sky with their chimneys. "Ah, well,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"London s a fine place to live in. I believe | And if children can t be trusted in the streets, their mothers should keep them at home." Mary made no answer to this remark, but frowned. She leant back on the seat and looked about her at the great houses breaking the soft gray-blue sky with their chimneys. "Ah, well,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"London s a fine plac... | bowl hoops here" "Oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops! My dear Ralph, what nonsense!" "You always say that," he complained; "and it isn t nonsense. What s the point of having a garden if one can t watch birds in it? The street does all right for hoops. And if children can t be trusted in the streets, their mothers sho... | now addressed entirely to a bald cock-sparrow, who seemed bolder than the rest; and Mary took the opportunity of looking at him. She was not satisfied; his face was worn, and his expression stern. A child came bowling its hoop through the concourse of birds, and Ralph threw his last crumbs of bread into the bushes with... | s not in my line," he added, rather grimly. The morning was fine, and they had still some minutes of leisure to spend. They had not met for two or three weeks, and Mary had much to say to Ralph; but she was not certain how far he wished for her company. However, after a turn or two, in which a few facts were communicat... | human beings, and yet retain the passion which seemed inseparable from their existence in the flesh. Now this passion burnt on his horizon, as the winter sun makes a greenish pane in the west through thinning clouds. His eyes were set on something infinitely far and remote; by that light he felt he could walk, and woul... | perfectly still, I ll get one to settle on my arm." Mary felt that she could have forgone this display of animal good temper, but seeing that Ralph, for some curious reason, took a pride in the sparrows, she bet him sixpence that he would not succeed. "Done!" he said; and his eye, which had been gloomy, showed a spark ... | Night And Day |
"London s a fine place to live in. I believe I could sit and watch people all day long. I like my fellow-creatures...." | Mary Datchet | chimneys. "Ah, well," she said,<|quote|>"London s a fine place to live in. I believe I could sit and watch people all day long. I like my fellow-creatures...."</|quote|>Ralph sighed impatiently. "Yes, I | soft gray-blue sky with their chimneys. "Ah, well," she said,<|quote|>"London s a fine place to live in. I believe I could sit and watch people all day long. I like my fellow-creatures...."</|quote|>Ralph sighed impatiently. "Yes, I think so, when you come | children can t be trusted in the streets, their mothers should keep them at home." Mary made no answer to this remark, but frowned. She leant back on the seat and looked about her at the great houses breaking the soft gray-blue sky with their chimneys. "Ah, well," she said,<|quote|>"London s a fine place to live in. I ... | here" "Oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops! My dear Ralph, what nonsense!" "You always say that," he complained; "and it isn t nonsense. What s the point of having a garden if one can t watch birds in it? The street does all right for hoops. And if children can t be trusted in the streets, their mothers should keep th... | entirely to a bald cock-sparrow, who seemed bolder than the rest; and Mary took the opportunity of looking at him. She was not satisfied; his face was worn, and his expression stern. A child came bowling its hoop through the concourse of birds, and Ralph threw his last crumbs of bread into the bushes with a snort of im... | in my line," he added, rather grimly. The morning was fine, and they had still some minutes of leisure to spend. They had not met for two or three weeks, and Mary had much to say to Ralph; but she was not certain how far he wished for her company. However, after a turn or two, in which a few facts were communicated, he... | and yet retain the passion which seemed inseparable from their existence in the flesh. Now this passion burnt on his horizon, as the winter sun makes a greenish pane in the west through thinning clouds. His eyes were set on something infinitely far and remote; by that light he felt he could walk, and would, in future, ... | a spark of light. His conversation was now addressed entirely to a bald cock-sparrow, who seemed bolder than the rest; and Mary took the opportunity of looking at him. She was not satisfied; his face was worn, and his expression stern. A child came bowling its hoop through the concourse of birds, and Ralph threw his la... | Night And Day |
Ralph sighed impatiently. | No speaker | long. I like my fellow-creatures...."<|quote|>Ralph sighed impatiently.</|quote|>"Yes, I think so, when | and watch people all day long. I like my fellow-creatures...."<|quote|>Ralph sighed impatiently.</|quote|>"Yes, I think so, when you come to know them," | frowned. She leant back on the seat and looked about her at the great houses breaking the soft gray-blue sky with their chimneys. "Ah, well," she said, "London s a fine place to live in. I believe I could sit and watch people all day long. I like my fellow-creatures...."<|quote|>Ralph sighed impatiently.</|quote|>"Yes,... | t nonsense. What s the point of having a garden if one can t watch birds in it? The street does all right for hoops. And if children can t be trusted in the streets, their mothers should keep them at home." Mary made no answer to this remark, but frowned. She leant back on the seat and looked about her at the great hou... | satisfied; his face was worn, and his expression stern. A child came bowling its hoop through the concourse of birds, and Ralph threw his last crumbs of bread into the bushes with a snort of impatience. "That s what always happens just as I ve almost got him," he said. "Here s your sixpence, Mary. But you ve only got i... | not met for two or three weeks, and Mary had much to say to Ralph; but she was not certain how far he wished for her company. However, after a turn or two, in which a few facts were communicated, he suggested sitting down, and she took the seat beside him. The sparrows came fluttering about them, and Ralph produced fro... | winter sun makes a greenish pane in the west through thinning clouds. His eyes were set on something infinitely far and remote; by that light he felt he could walk, and would, in future, have to find his way. But that was all there was left to him of a populous and teeming world. CHAPTER XIII The lunch hour in the offi... | her company. However, after a turn or two, in which a few facts were communicated, he suggested sitting down, and she took the seat beside him. The sparrows came fluttering about them, and Ralph produced from his pocket the half of a roll saved from his luncheon. He threw a few crumbs among them. "I ve never seen sparr... | Night And Day |
"Yes, I think so, when you come to know them," | Mary Datchet | my fellow-creatures...." Ralph sighed impatiently.<|quote|>"Yes, I think so, when you come to know them,"</|quote|>she added, as if his | all day long. I like my fellow-creatures...." Ralph sighed impatiently.<|quote|>"Yes, I think so, when you come to know them,"</|quote|>she added, as if his disagreement had been spoken. "That | back on the seat and looked about her at the great houses breaking the soft gray-blue sky with their chimneys. "Ah, well," she said, "London s a fine place to live in. I believe I could sit and watch people all day long. I like my fellow-creatures...." Ralph sighed impatiently.<|quote|>"Yes, I think so, when you come t... | s the point of having a garden if one can t watch birds in it? The street does all right for hoops. And if children can t be trusted in the streets, their mothers should keep them at home." Mary made no answer to this remark, but frowned. She leant back on the seat and looked about her at the great houses breaking the ... | was worn, and his expression stern. A child came bowling its hoop through the concourse of birds, and Ralph threw his last crumbs of bread into the bushes with a snort of impatience. "That s what always happens just as I ve almost got him," he said. "Here s your sixpence, Mary. But you ve only got it thanks to that bru... | two or three weeks, and Mary had much to say to Ralph; but she was not certain how far he wished for her company. However, after a turn or two, in which a few facts were communicated, he suggested sitting down, and she took the seat beside him. The sparrows came fluttering about them, and Ralph produced from his pocket... | a greenish pane in the west through thinning clouds. His eyes were set on something infinitely far and remote; by that light he felt he could walk, and would, in future, have to find his way. But that was all there was left to him of a populous and teeming world. CHAPTER XIII The lunch hour in the office was only partl... | coming from the Strand at lunch-time, saw him one day taking his turn, closely buttoned in an overcoat, and so lost in thought that he might have been sitting in his own room. She was overcome by something very like awe by the sight of him; then she felt much inclined to laugh, although her pulse beat faster. She passe... | Night And Day |
she added, as if his disagreement had been spoken. | No speaker | you come to know them,"<|quote|>she added, as if his disagreement had been spoken.</|quote|>"That s just when I | "Yes, I think so, when you come to know them,"<|quote|>she added, as if his disagreement had been spoken.</|quote|>"That s just when I don t like them," he | great houses breaking the soft gray-blue sky with their chimneys. "Ah, well," she said, "London s a fine place to live in. I believe I could sit and watch people all day long. I like my fellow-creatures...." Ralph sighed impatiently. "Yes, I think so, when you come to know them,"<|quote|>she added, as if his disagreeme... | t watch birds in it? The street does all right for hoops. And if children can t be trusted in the streets, their mothers should keep them at home." Mary made no answer to this remark, but frowned. She leant back on the seat and looked about her at the great houses breaking the soft gray-blue sky with their chimneys. "A... | its hoop through the concourse of birds, and Ralph threw his last crumbs of bread into the bushes with a snort of impatience. "That s what always happens just as I ve almost got him," he said. "Here s your sixpence, Mary. But you ve only got it thanks to that brute of a boy. They oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops he... | to Ralph; but she was not certain how far he wished for her company. However, after a turn or two, in which a few facts were communicated, he suggested sitting down, and she took the seat beside him. The sparrows came fluttering about them, and Ralph produced from his pocket the half of a roll saved from his luncheon. ... | eyes were set on something infinitely far and remote; by that light he felt he could walk, and would, in future, have to find his way. But that was all there was left to him of a populous and teeming world. CHAPTER XIII The lunch hour in the office was only partly spent by Denham in the consumption of food. Whether fin... | he wished for her company. However, after a turn or two, in which a few facts were communicated, he suggested sitting down, and she took the seat beside him. The sparrows came fluttering about them, and Ralph produced from his pocket the half of a roll saved from his luncheon. He threw a few crumbs among them. "I ve ne... | Night And Day |
"That s just when I don t like them," | Ralph Denham | his disagreement had been spoken.<|quote|>"That s just when I don t like them,"</|quote|>he replied. "Still, I don | them," she added, as if his disagreement had been spoken.<|quote|>"That s just when I don t like them,"</|quote|>he replied. "Still, I don t see why you shouldn | chimneys. "Ah, well," she said, "London s a fine place to live in. I believe I could sit and watch people all day long. I like my fellow-creatures...." Ralph sighed impatiently. "Yes, I think so, when you come to know them," she added, as if his disagreement had been spoken.<|quote|>"That s just when I don t like them,... | right for hoops. And if children can t be trusted in the streets, their mothers should keep them at home." Mary made no answer to this remark, but frowned. She leant back on the seat and looked about her at the great houses breaking the soft gray-blue sky with their chimneys. "Ah, well," she said, "London s a fine plac... | threw his last crumbs of bread into the bushes with a snort of impatience. "That s what always happens just as I ve almost got him," he said. "Here s your sixpence, Mary. But you ve only got it thanks to that brute of a boy. They oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops here" "Oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops! My dear ... | he wished for her company. However, after a turn or two, in which a few facts were communicated, he suggested sitting down, and she took the seat beside him. The sparrows came fluttering about them, and Ralph produced from his pocket the half of a roll saved from his luncheon. He threw a few crumbs among them. "I ve ne... | by that light he felt he could walk, and would, in future, have to find his way. But that was all there was left to him of a populous and teeming world. CHAPTER XIII The lunch hour in the office was only partly spent by Denham in the consumption of food. Whether fine or wet, he passed most of it pacing the gravel paths... | reconcile a desperate couple?" "I wasn t thinking about my work," Ralph replied, rather hastily. "And, besides, that sort of thing s not in my line," he added, rather grimly. The morning was fine, and they had still some minutes of leisure to spend. They had not met for two or three weeks, and Mary had much to say to R... | Night And Day |
he replied. | No speaker | I don t like them,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>"Still, I don t see | spoken. "That s just when I don t like them,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>"Still, I don t see why you shouldn t cherish | place to live in. I believe I could sit and watch people all day long. I like my fellow-creatures...." Ralph sighed impatiently. "Yes, I think so, when you come to know them," she added, as if his disagreement had been spoken. "That s just when I don t like them,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>"Still, I don t see why yo... | trusted in the streets, their mothers should keep them at home." Mary made no answer to this remark, but frowned. She leant back on the seat and looked about her at the great houses breaking the soft gray-blue sky with their chimneys. "Ah, well," she said, "London s a fine place to live in. I believe I could sit and wa... | with a snort of impatience. "That s what always happens just as I ve almost got him," he said. "Here s your sixpence, Mary. But you ve only got it thanks to that brute of a boy. They oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops here" "Oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops! My dear Ralph, what nonsense!" "You always say that," h... | or two, in which a few facts were communicated, he suggested sitting down, and she took the seat beside him. The sparrows came fluttering about them, and Ralph produced from his pocket the half of a roll saved from his luncheon. He threw a few crumbs among them. "I ve never seen sparrows so tame," Mary observed, by way... | would, in future, have to find his way. But that was all there was left to him of a populous and teeming world. CHAPTER XIII The lunch hour in the office was only partly spent by Denham in the consumption of food. Whether fine or wet, he passed most of it pacing the gravel paths in Lincoln s Inn Fields. The children go... | Ralph produced from his pocket the half of a roll saved from his luncheon. He threw a few crumbs among them. "I ve never seen sparrows so tame," Mary observed, by way of saying something. "No," said Ralph. "The sparrows in Hyde Park aren t as tame as this. If we keep perfectly still, I ll get one to settle on my arm." ... | Night And Day |
"Still, I don t see why you shouldn t cherish that illusion, if it pleases you." | Ralph Denham | t like them," he replied.<|quote|>"Still, I don t see why you shouldn t cherish that illusion, if it pleases you."</|quote|>He spoke without much vehemence | s just when I don t like them," he replied.<|quote|>"Still, I don t see why you shouldn t cherish that illusion, if it pleases you."</|quote|>He spoke without much vehemence of agreement or disagreement. He | live in. I believe I could sit and watch people all day long. I like my fellow-creatures...." Ralph sighed impatiently. "Yes, I think so, when you come to know them," she added, as if his disagreement had been spoken. "That s just when I don t like them," he replied.<|quote|>"Still, I don t see why you shouldn t cheris... | the streets, their mothers should keep them at home." Mary made no answer to this remark, but frowned. She leant back on the seat and looked about her at the great houses breaking the soft gray-blue sky with their chimneys. "Ah, well," she said, "London s a fine place to live in. I believe I could sit and watch people ... | snort of impatience. "That s what always happens just as I ve almost got him," he said. "Here s your sixpence, Mary. But you ve only got it thanks to that brute of a boy. They oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops here" "Oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops! My dear Ralph, what nonsense!" "You always say that," he compl... | in which a few facts were communicated, he suggested sitting down, and she took the seat beside him. The sparrows came fluttering about them, and Ralph produced from his pocket the half of a roll saved from his luncheon. He threw a few crumbs among them. "I ve never seen sparrows so tame," Mary observed, by way of sayi... | future, have to find his way. But that was all there was left to him of a populous and teeming world. CHAPTER XIII The lunch hour in the office was only partly spent by Denham in the consumption of food. Whether fine or wet, he passed most of it pacing the gravel paths in Lincoln s Inn Fields. The children got to know ... | crumbs among them. "I ve never seen sparrows so tame," Mary observed, by way of saying something. "No," said Ralph. "The sparrows in Hyde Park aren t as tame as this. If we keep perfectly still, I ll get one to settle on my arm." Mary felt that she could have forgone this display of animal good temper, but seeing that ... | Night And Day |
He spoke without much vehemence of agreement or disagreement. He seemed chilled. | No speaker | illusion, if it pleases you."<|quote|>He spoke without much vehemence of agreement or disagreement. He seemed chilled.</|quote|>"Wake up, Ralph! You re | you shouldn t cherish that illusion, if it pleases you."<|quote|>He spoke without much vehemence of agreement or disagreement. He seemed chilled.</|quote|>"Wake up, Ralph! You re half asleep!" Mary cried, turning | fellow-creatures...." Ralph sighed impatiently. "Yes, I think so, when you come to know them," she added, as if his disagreement had been spoken. "That s just when I don t like them," he replied. "Still, I don t see why you shouldn t cherish that illusion, if it pleases you."<|quote|>He spoke without much vehemence of ... | but frowned. She leant back on the seat and looked about her at the great houses breaking the soft gray-blue sky with their chimneys. "Ah, well," she said, "London s a fine place to live in. I believe I could sit and watch people all day long. I like my fellow-creatures...." Ralph sighed impatiently. "Yes, I think so, ... | said. "Here s your sixpence, Mary. But you ve only got it thanks to that brute of a boy. They oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops here" "Oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops! My dear Ralph, what nonsense!" "You always say that," he complained; "and it isn t nonsense. What s the point of having a garden if one can t wa... | beside him. The sparrows came fluttering about them, and Ralph produced from his pocket the half of a roll saved from his luncheon. He threw a few crumbs among them. "I ve never seen sparrows so tame," Mary observed, by way of saying something. "No," said Ralph. "The sparrows in Hyde Park aren t as tame as this. If we ... | a populous and teeming world. CHAPTER XIII The lunch hour in the office was only partly spent by Denham in the consumption of food. Whether fine or wet, he passed most of it pacing the gravel paths in Lincoln s Inn Fields. The children got to know his figure, and the sparrows expected their daily scattering of bread-cr... | sparrows in Hyde Park aren t as tame as this. If we keep perfectly still, I ll get one to settle on my arm." Mary felt that she could have forgone this display of animal good temper, but seeing that Ralph, for some curious reason, took a pride in the sparrows, she bet him sixpence that he would not succeed. "Done!" he ... | Night And Day |
"Wake up, Ralph! You re half asleep!" | Mary Datchet | or disagreement. He seemed chilled.<|quote|>"Wake up, Ralph! You re half asleep!"</|quote|>Mary cried, turning and pinching | without much vehemence of agreement or disagreement. He seemed chilled.<|quote|>"Wake up, Ralph! You re half asleep!"</|quote|>Mary cried, turning and pinching his sleeve. "What have you | know them," she added, as if his disagreement had been spoken. "That s just when I don t like them," he replied. "Still, I don t see why you shouldn t cherish that illusion, if it pleases you." He spoke without much vehemence of agreement or disagreement. He seemed chilled.<|quote|>"Wake up, Ralph! You re half asleep!"... | at the great houses breaking the soft gray-blue sky with their chimneys. "Ah, well," she said, "London s a fine place to live in. I believe I could sit and watch people all day long. I like my fellow-creatures...." Ralph sighed impatiently. "Yes, I think so, when you come to know them," she added, as if his disagreemen... | thanks to that brute of a boy. They oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops here" "Oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops! My dear Ralph, what nonsense!" "You always say that," he complained; "and it isn t nonsense. What s the point of having a garden if one can t watch birds in it? The street does all right for hoops. And ... | his pocket the half of a roll saved from his luncheon. He threw a few crumbs among them. "I ve never seen sparrows so tame," Mary observed, by way of saying something. "No," said Ralph. "The sparrows in Hyde Park aren t as tame as this. If we keep perfectly still, I ll get one to settle on my arm." Mary felt that she c... | office was only partly spent by Denham in the consumption of food. Whether fine or wet, he passed most of it pacing the gravel paths in Lincoln s Inn Fields. The children got to know his figure, and the sparrows expected their daily scattering of bread-crumbs. No doubt, since he often gave a copper and almost always a ... | beside him. The sparrows came fluttering about them, and Ralph produced from his pocket the half of a roll saved from his luncheon. He threw a few crumbs among them. "I ve never seen sparrows so tame," Mary observed, by way of saying something. "No," said Ralph. "The sparrows in Hyde Park aren t as tame as this. If we ... | Night And Day |
Mary cried, turning and pinching his sleeve. | No speaker | Ralph! You re half asleep!"<|quote|>Mary cried, turning and pinching his sleeve.</|quote|>"What have you been doing | He seemed chilled. "Wake up, Ralph! You re half asleep!"<|quote|>Mary cried, turning and pinching his sleeve.</|quote|>"What have you been doing with yourself? Moping? Working? Despising | disagreement had been spoken. "That s just when I don t like them," he replied. "Still, I don t see why you shouldn t cherish that illusion, if it pleases you." He spoke without much vehemence of agreement or disagreement. He seemed chilled. "Wake up, Ralph! You re half asleep!"<|quote|>Mary cried, turning and pinching... | gray-blue sky with their chimneys. "Ah, well," she said, "London s a fine place to live in. I believe I could sit and watch people all day long. I like my fellow-creatures...." Ralph sighed impatiently. "Yes, I think so, when you come to know them," she added, as if his disagreement had been spoken. "That s just when I... | They oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops here" "Oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops! My dear Ralph, what nonsense!" "You always say that," he complained; "and it isn t nonsense. What s the point of having a garden if one can t watch birds in it? The street does all right for hoops. And if children can t be trusted in... | saved from his luncheon. He threw a few crumbs among them. "I ve never seen sparrows so tame," Mary observed, by way of saying something. "No," said Ralph. "The sparrows in Hyde Park aren t as tame as this. If we keep perfectly still, I ll get one to settle on my arm." Mary felt that she could have forgone this display... | in the consumption of food. Whether fine or wet, he passed most of it pacing the gravel paths in Lincoln s Inn Fields. The children got to know his figure, and the sparrows expected their daily scattering of bread-crumbs. No doubt, since he often gave a copper and almost always a handful of bread, he was not as blind t... | reconcile a desperate couple?" "I wasn t thinking about my work," Ralph replied, rather hastily. "And, besides, that sort of thing s not in my line," he added, rather grimly. The morning was fine, and they had still some minutes of leisure to spend. They had not met for two or three weeks, and Mary had much to say to R... | Night And Day |
"What have you been doing with yourself? Moping? Working? Despising the world, as usual?" | Mary Datchet | turning and pinching his sleeve.<|quote|>"What have you been doing with yourself? Moping? Working? Despising the world, as usual?"</|quote|>As he merely shook his | re half asleep!" Mary cried, turning and pinching his sleeve.<|quote|>"What have you been doing with yourself? Moping? Working? Despising the world, as usual?"</|quote|>As he merely shook his head, and filled his pipe, | when I don t like them," he replied. "Still, I don t see why you shouldn t cherish that illusion, if it pleases you." He spoke without much vehemence of agreement or disagreement. He seemed chilled. "Wake up, Ralph! You re half asleep!" Mary cried, turning and pinching his sleeve.<|quote|>"What have you been doing with... | she said, "London s a fine place to live in. I believe I could sit and watch people all day long. I like my fellow-creatures...." Ralph sighed impatiently. "Yes, I think so, when you come to know them," she added, as if his disagreement had been spoken. "That s just when I don t like them," he replied. "Still, I don t ... | bowl hoops here" "Oughtn t to be allowed to bowl hoops! My dear Ralph, what nonsense!" "You always say that," he complained; "and it isn t nonsense. What s the point of having a garden if one can t watch birds in it? The street does all right for hoops. And if children can t be trusted in the streets, their mothers sho... | few crumbs among them. "I ve never seen sparrows so tame," Mary observed, by way of saying something. "No," said Ralph. "The sparrows in Hyde Park aren t as tame as this. If we keep perfectly still, I ll get one to settle on my arm." Mary felt that she could have forgone this display of animal good temper, but seeing t... | or wet, he passed most of it pacing the gravel paths in Lincoln s Inn Fields. The children got to know his figure, and the sparrows expected their daily scattering of bread-crumbs. No doubt, since he often gave a copper and almost always a handful of bread, he was not as blind to his surroundings as he thought himself.... | in my line," he added, rather grimly. The morning was fine, and they had still some minutes of leisure to spend. They had not met for two or three weeks, and Mary had much to say to Ralph; but she was not certain how far he wished for her company. However, after a turn or two, in which a few facts were communicated, he... | Night And Day |
As he merely shook his head, and filled his pipe, she went on: | No speaker | Despising the world, as usual?"<|quote|>As he merely shook his head, and filled his pipe, she went on:</|quote|>"It s a bit of | doing with yourself? Moping? Working? Despising the world, as usual?"<|quote|>As he merely shook his head, and filled his pipe, she went on:</|quote|>"It s a bit of a pose, isn t it?" | you shouldn t cherish that illusion, if it pleases you." He spoke without much vehemence of agreement or disagreement. He seemed chilled. "Wake up, Ralph! You re half asleep!" Mary cried, turning and pinching his sleeve. "What have you been doing with yourself? Moping? Working? Despising the world, as usual?"<|quote|>A... | sit and watch people all day long. I like my fellow-creatures...." Ralph sighed impatiently. "Yes, I think so, when you come to know them," she added, as if his disagreement had been spoken. "That s just when I don t like them," he replied. "Still, I don t see why you shouldn t cherish that illusion, if it pleases you.... | what nonsense!" "You always say that," he complained; "and it isn t nonsense. What s the point of having a garden if one can t watch birds in it? The street does all right for hoops. And if children can t be trusted in the streets, their mothers should keep them at home." Mary made no answer to this remark, but frowned... | way of saying something. "No," said Ralph. "The sparrows in Hyde Park aren t as tame as this. If we keep perfectly still, I ll get one to settle on my arm." Mary felt that she could have forgone this display of animal good temper, but seeing that Ralph, for some curious reason, took a pride in the sparrows, she bet him... | Inn Fields. The children got to know his figure, and the sparrows expected their daily scattering of bread-crumbs. No doubt, since he often gave a copper and almost always a handful of bread, he was not as blind to his surroundings as he thought himself. He thought that these winter days were spent in long hours before... | looking at him. She was not satisfied; his face was worn, and his expression stern. A child came bowling its hoop through the concourse of birds, and Ralph threw his last crumbs of bread into the bushes with a snort of impatience. "That s what always happens just as I ve almost got him," he said. "Here s your sixpence,... | Night And Day |
"It s a bit of a pose, isn t it?" | Mary Datchet | his pipe, she went on:<|quote|>"It s a bit of a pose, isn t it?"</|quote|>"Not more than most things," | shook his head, and filled his pipe, she went on:<|quote|>"It s a bit of a pose, isn t it?"</|quote|>"Not more than most things," he said. "Well," Mary remarked, | much vehemence of agreement or disagreement. He seemed chilled. "Wake up, Ralph! You re half asleep!" Mary cried, turning and pinching his sleeve. "What have you been doing with yourself? Moping? Working? Despising the world, as usual?" As he merely shook his head, and filled his pipe, she went on:<|quote|>"It s a bit ... | impatiently. "Yes, I think so, when you come to know them," she added, as if his disagreement had been spoken. "That s just when I don t like them," he replied. "Still, I don t see why you shouldn t cherish that illusion, if it pleases you." He spoke without much vehemence of agreement or disagreement. He seemed chille... | What s the point of having a garden if one can t watch birds in it? The street does all right for hoops. And if children can t be trusted in the streets, their mothers should keep them at home." Mary made no answer to this remark, but frowned. She leant back on the seat and looked about her at the great houses breaking... | t as tame as this. If we keep perfectly still, I ll get one to settle on my arm." Mary felt that she could have forgone this display of animal good temper, but seeing that Ralph, for some curious reason, took a pride in the sparrows, she bet him sixpence that he would not succeed. "Done!" he said; and his eye, which ha... | their daily scattering of bread-crumbs. No doubt, since he often gave a copper and almost always a handful of bread, he was not as blind to his surroundings as he thought himself. He thought that these winter days were spent in long hours before white papers radiant in electric light; and in short passages through fog-... | than the rest; and Mary took the opportunity of looking at him. She was not satisfied; his face was worn, and his expression stern. A child came bowling its hoop through the concourse of birds, and Ralph threw his last crumbs of bread into the bushes with a snort of impatience. "That s what always happens just as I ve ... | Night And Day |
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