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"thinks that perhaps you don t know. We are going to be married." | Katharine Hilbery | their engagement. "William," she said,<|quote|>"thinks that perhaps you don t know. We are going to be married."</|quote|>Mary found herself shaking William | to do by William, of their engagement. "William," she said,<|quote|>"thinks that perhaps you don t know. We are going to be married."</|quote|>Mary found herself shaking William s hand, and addressing her | after?" she asked of her own reflection in the little looking-glass which hung there. She was not left to doubt much longer, for, on coming back into the sitting-room with the tea-things, Katharine informed her, apparently having been instructed so to do by William, of their engagement. "William," she said,<|quote|>"th... | crowded, and in the next one there was a band playing; and most of the pictures, at any rate, were very dull, whatever you may say, William." She spoke with a kind of guarded gentleness. Mary, accordingly, retired to make preparations in the pantry. "What in the world are they after?" she asked of her own reflection in... | any sun. She s a typical example of the cold northern nature. I come from Devonshire" Had they been quarreling, Mary wondered, and had they, for that reason, sought refuge in her room, or were they engaged, or had Katharine just refused him? She was completely baffled. Katharine now reappeared from her veil of smoke, k... | of one of the worst hours in my existence when I read a paper, and you all sat round and jeered at me. Katharine was the worst. I could feel her gloating over every mistake I made. Miss Datchet was kind. Miss Datchet just made it possible for me to get through, I remember." Sitting down, he drew off his light yellow gl... | clear-sighted. The dark removed the stimulus of human companionship, and a tear actually slid down her cheek, accompanying a sudden conviction within her that she loved Ralph, and that he didn t love her. All dark and empty now was the path where they had walked that morning, and the sparrows silent in the bare trees. ... | Ralph would certainly arouse. She composed herself unnecessarily, however, for she had to admit, not Ralph, but Katharine and William Rodney. Her first impression was that they were both extremely well dressed. She felt herself shabby and slovenly beside them, and did not know how she should entertain them, nor could s... | Night And Day |
Mary found herself shaking William s hand, and addressing her congratulations to him, as if Katharine were inaccessible; she had, indeed, taken hold of the tea-kettle. | No speaker | are going to be married."<|quote|>Mary found herself shaking William s hand, and addressing her congratulations to him, as if Katharine were inaccessible; she had, indeed, taken hold of the tea-kettle.</|quote|>"Let me see," Katharine said, | you don t know. We are going to be married."<|quote|>Mary found herself shaking William s hand, and addressing her congratulations to him, as if Katharine were inaccessible; she had, indeed, taken hold of the tea-kettle.</|quote|>"Let me see," Katharine said, "one puts hot water into | there. She was not left to doubt much longer, for, on coming back into the sitting-room with the tea-things, Katharine informed her, apparently having been instructed so to do by William, of their engagement. "William," she said, "thinks that perhaps you don t know. We are going to be married."<|quote|>Mary found herse... | of the pictures, at any rate, were very dull, whatever you may say, William." She spoke with a kind of guarded gentleness. Mary, accordingly, retired to make preparations in the pantry. "What in the world are they after?" she asked of her own reflection in the little looking-glass which hung there. She was not left to ... | come from Devonshire" Had they been quarreling, Mary wondered, and had they, for that reason, sought refuge in her room, or were they engaged, or had Katharine just refused him? She was completely baffled. Katharine now reappeared from her veil of smoke, knocked the ash from her cigarette into the fireplace, and looked... | paper, and you all sat round and jeered at me. Katharine was the worst. I could feel her gloating over every mistake I made. Miss Datchet was kind. Miss Datchet just made it possible for me to get through, I remember." Sitting down, he drew off his light yellow gloves, and began slapping his knees with them. His vitali... | slid down her cheek, accompanying a sudden conviction within her that she loved Ralph, and that he didn t love her. All dark and empty now was the path where they had walked that morning, and the sparrows silent in the bare trees. But the lights in her own building soon cheered her; all these different states of mind w... | prominent eyes passed from one young woman to the other, and his lips perpetually formed words which remained unspoken. "We have been seeing old masters at the Grafton Gallery," said Katharine, apparently paying no attention to William, and accepting a cigarette which Mary offered her. She leant back in her chair, and ... | Night And Day |
"Let me see," | Katharine Hilbery | taken hold of the tea-kettle.<|quote|>"Let me see,"</|quote|>Katharine said, "one puts hot | were inaccessible; she had, indeed, taken hold of the tea-kettle.<|quote|>"Let me see,"</|quote|>Katharine said, "one puts hot water into the cups first, | so to do by William, of their engagement. "William," she said, "thinks that perhaps you don t know. We are going to be married." Mary found herself shaking William s hand, and addressing her congratulations to him, as if Katharine were inaccessible; she had, indeed, taken hold of the tea-kettle.<|quote|>"Let me see,"</... | make preparations in the pantry. "What in the world are they after?" she asked of her own reflection in the little looking-glass which hung there. She was not left to doubt much longer, for, on coming back into the sitting-room with the tea-things, Katharine informed her, apparently having been instructed so to do by W... | Katharine just refused him? She was completely baffled. Katharine now reappeared from her veil of smoke, knocked the ash from her cigarette into the fireplace, and looked, with an odd expression of solicitude, at the irritable man. "Perhaps, Mary," she said tentatively, "you wouldn t mind giving us some tea? We did try... | was kind. Miss Datchet just made it possible for me to get through, I remember." Sitting down, he drew off his light yellow gloves, and began slapping his knees with them. His vitality was pleasant, Mary thought, although he made her laugh. The very look of him was inclined to make her laugh. His rather prominent eyes ... | was the path where they had walked that morning, and the sparrows silent in the bare trees. But the lights in her own building soon cheered her; all these different states of mind were submerged in the deep flood of desires, thoughts, perceptions, antagonisms, which washed perpetually at the base of her being, to rise ... | come. She had heard nothing of their engagement. But after the first disappointment, she was pleased, for she felt instantly that Katharine was a personality, and, moreover, she need not now exercise her self-control. "We were passing and saw a light in your window, so we came up," Katharine explained, standing and loo... | Night And Day |
Katharine said, | No speaker | the tea-kettle. "Let me see,"<|quote|>Katharine said,</|quote|>"one puts hot water into | had, indeed, taken hold of the tea-kettle. "Let me see,"<|quote|>Katharine said,</|quote|>"one puts hot water into the cups first, doesn t | by William, of their engagement. "William," she said, "thinks that perhaps you don t know. We are going to be married." Mary found herself shaking William s hand, and addressing her congratulations to him, as if Katharine were inaccessible; she had, indeed, taken hold of the tea-kettle. "Let me see,"<|quote|>Katharine ... | the pantry. "What in the world are they after?" she asked of her own reflection in the little looking-glass which hung there. She was not left to doubt much longer, for, on coming back into the sitting-room with the tea-things, Katharine informed her, apparently having been instructed so to do by William, of their enga... | him? She was completely baffled. Katharine now reappeared from her veil of smoke, knocked the ash from her cigarette into the fireplace, and looked, with an odd expression of solicitude, at the irritable man. "Perhaps, Mary," she said tentatively, "you wouldn t mind giving us some tea? We did try to get some, but the s... | Datchet just made it possible for me to get through, I remember." Sitting down, he drew off his light yellow gloves, and began slapping his knees with them. His vitality was pleasant, Mary thought, although he made her laugh. The very look of him was inclined to make her laugh. His rather prominent eyes passed from one... | where they had walked that morning, and the sparrows silent in the bare trees. But the lights in her own building soon cheered her; all these different states of mind were submerged in the deep flood of desires, thoughts, perceptions, antagonisms, which washed perpetually at the base of her being, to rise into prominen... | I come from Devonshire" Had they been quarreling, Mary wondered, and had they, for that reason, sought refuge in her room, or were they engaged, or had Katharine just refused him? She was completely baffled. Katharine now reappeared from her veil of smoke, knocked the ash from her cigarette into the fireplace, and look... | Night And Day |
"one puts hot water into the cups first, doesn t one? You have some dodge of your own, haven t you, William, about making tea?" | Katharine Hilbery | "Let me see," Katharine said,<|quote|>"one puts hot water into the cups first, doesn t one? You have some dodge of your own, haven t you, William, about making tea?"</|quote|>Mary was half inclined to | taken hold of the tea-kettle. "Let me see," Katharine said,<|quote|>"one puts hot water into the cups first, doesn t one? You have some dodge of your own, haven t you, William, about making tea?"</|quote|>Mary was half inclined to suspect that this was said | of their engagement. "William," she said, "thinks that perhaps you don t know. We are going to be married." Mary found herself shaking William s hand, and addressing her congratulations to him, as if Katharine were inaccessible; she had, indeed, taken hold of the tea-kettle. "Let me see," Katharine said,<|quote|>"one p... | "What in the world are they after?" she asked of her own reflection in the little looking-glass which hung there. She was not left to doubt much longer, for, on coming back into the sitting-room with the tea-things, Katharine informed her, apparently having been instructed so to do by William, of their engagement. "Wil... | was completely baffled. Katharine now reappeared from her veil of smoke, knocked the ash from her cigarette into the fireplace, and looked, with an odd expression of solicitude, at the irritable man. "Perhaps, Mary," she said tentatively, "you wouldn t mind giving us some tea? We did try to get some, but the shop was s... | made it possible for me to get through, I remember." Sitting down, he drew off his light yellow gloves, and began slapping his knees with them. His vitality was pleasant, Mary thought, although he made her laugh. The very look of him was inclined to make her laugh. His rather prominent eyes passed from one young woman ... | had walked that morning, and the sparrows silent in the bare trees. But the lights in her own building soon cheered her; all these different states of mind were submerged in the deep flood of desires, thoughts, perceptions, antagonisms, which washed perpetually at the base of her being, to rise into prominence in turn ... | and you all sat round and jeered at me. Katharine was the worst. I could feel her gloating over every mistake I made. Miss Datchet was kind. Miss Datchet just made it possible for me to get through, I remember." Sitting down, he drew off his light yellow gloves, and began slapping his knees with them. His vitality was ... | Night And Day |
Mary was half inclined to suspect that this was said in order to conceal nervousness, but if so, the concealment was unusually perfect. Talk of marriage was dismissed. Katharine might have been seated in her own drawing-room, controlling a situation which presented no sort of difficulty to her trained mind. Rather to h... | No speaker | you, William, about making tea?"<|quote|>Mary was half inclined to suspect that this was said in order to conceal nervousness, but if so, the concealment was unusually perfect. Talk of marriage was dismissed. Katharine might have been seated in her own drawing-room, controlling a situation which presented no sort of di... | of your own, haven t you, William, about making tea?"<|quote|>Mary was half inclined to suspect that this was said in order to conceal nervousness, but if so, the concealment was unusually perfect. Talk of marriage was dismissed. Katharine might have been seated in her own drawing-room, controlling a situation which pr... | hand, and addressing her congratulations to him, as if Katharine were inaccessible; she had, indeed, taken hold of the tea-kettle. "Let me see," Katharine said, "one puts hot water into the cups first, doesn t one? You have some dodge of your own, haven t you, William, about making tea?"<|quote|>Mary was half inclined ... | doubt much longer, for, on coming back into the sitting-room with the tea-things, Katharine informed her, apparently having been instructed so to do by William, of their engagement. "William," she said, "thinks that perhaps you don t know. We are going to be married." Mary found herself shaking William s hand, and addr... | expression of solicitude, at the irritable man. "Perhaps, Mary," she said tentatively, "you wouldn t mind giving us some tea? We did try to get some, but the shop was so crowded, and in the next one there was a band playing; and most of the pictures, at any rate, were very dull, whatever you may say, William." She spok... | them. His vitality was pleasant, Mary thought, although he made her laugh. The very look of him was inclined to make her laugh. His rather prominent eyes passed from one young woman to the other, and his lips perpetually formed words which remained unspoken. "We have been seeing old masters at the Grafton Gallery," sai... | states of mind were submerged in the deep flood of desires, thoughts, perceptions, antagonisms, which washed perpetually at the base of her being, to rise into prominence in turn when the conditions of the upper world were favorable. She put off the hour of clear thought until Christmas, saying to herself, as she lit h... | of the cold northern nature. I come from Devonshire" Had they been quarreling, Mary wondered, and had they, for that reason, sought refuge in her room, or were they engaged, or had Katharine just refused him? She was completely baffled. Katharine now reappeared from her veil of smoke, knocked the ash from her cigarette... | Night And Day |
"Your tea, William," | Katharine Hilbery | of coal. She was impressed.<|quote|>"Your tea, William,"</|quote|>said Katharine gently. He paused, | delivered them, upon the lumps of coal. She was impressed.<|quote|>"Your tea, William,"</|quote|>said Katharine gently. He paused, gulped it down, obediently, and | had kept notebooks; he knew a great deal about pictures. He could compare different examples in different galleries, and his authoritative answers to intelligent questions gained not a little, Mary felt, from the smart taps which he dealt, as he delivered them, upon the lumps of coal. She was impressed.<|quote|>"Your t... | these maternal airs filled Mary s mind with a new tenderness, and even with awe. Katharine seemed very much older and more experienced than she was. Meanwhile Rodney talked. If his appearance was superficially against him, it had the advantage of making his solid merits something of a surprise. He had kept notebooks; h... | making conversation with William about old Italian pictures, while Katharine poured out tea, cut cake, kept William s plate supplied, without joining more than was necessary in the conversation. She seemed to have taken possession of Mary s room, and to handle the cups as if they belonged to her. But it was done so nat... | William." She spoke with a kind of guarded gentleness. Mary, accordingly, retired to make preparations in the pantry. "What in the world are they after?" she asked of her own reflection in the little looking-glass which hung there. She was not left to doubt much longer, for, on coming back into the sitting-room with th... | their engagement. But after the first disappointment, she was pleased, for she felt instantly that Katharine was a personality, and, moreover, she need not now exercise her self-control. "We were passing and saw a light in your window, so we came up," Katharine explained, standing and looking very tall and distinguishe... | have some dodge of your own, haven t you, William, about making tea?" Mary was half inclined to suspect that this was said in order to conceal nervousness, but if so, the concealment was unusually perfect. Talk of marriage was dismissed. Katharine might have been seated in her own drawing-room, controlling a situation ... | Night And Day |
said Katharine gently. He paused, gulped it down, obediently, and continued. And then it struck Mary that Katharine, in the shade of her broad-brimmed hat, and in the midst of the smoke, and in the obscurity of her character, was, perhaps, smiling to herself, not altogether in the maternal spirit. What she said was ver... | No speaker | was impressed. "Your tea, William,"<|quote|>said Katharine gently. He paused, gulped it down, obediently, and continued. And then it struck Mary that Katharine, in the shade of her broad-brimmed hat, and in the midst of the smoke, and in the obscurity of her character, was, perhaps, smiling to herself, not altogether i... | the lumps of coal. She was impressed. "Your tea, William,"<|quote|>said Katharine gently. He paused, gulped it down, obediently, and continued. And then it struck Mary that Katharine, in the shade of her broad-brimmed hat, and in the midst of the smoke, and in the obscurity of her character, was, perhaps, smiling to he... | he knew a great deal about pictures. He could compare different examples in different galleries, and his authoritative answers to intelligent questions gained not a little, Mary felt, from the smart taps which he dealt, as he delivered them, upon the lumps of coal. She was impressed. "Your tea, William,"<|quote|>said K... | filled Mary s mind with a new tenderness, and even with awe. Katharine seemed very much older and more experienced than she was. Meanwhile Rodney talked. If his appearance was superficially against him, it had the advantage of making his solid merits something of a surprise. He had kept notebooks; he knew a great deal ... | William about old Italian pictures, while Katharine poured out tea, cut cake, kept William s plate supplied, without joining more than was necessary in the conversation. She seemed to have taken possession of Mary s room, and to handle the cups as if they belonged to her. But it was done so naturally that it bred no re... | with a kind of guarded gentleness. Mary, accordingly, retired to make preparations in the pantry. "What in the world are they after?" she asked of her own reflection in the little looking-glass which hung there. She was not left to doubt much longer, for, on coming back into the sitting-room with the tea-things, Kathar... | after the first disappointment, she was pleased, for she felt instantly that Katharine was a personality, and, moreover, she need not now exercise her self-control. "We were passing and saw a light in your window, so we came up," Katharine explained, standing and looking very tall and distinguished and rather absent-mi... | from Devonshire" Had they been quarreling, Mary wondered, and had they, for that reason, sought refuge in her room, or were they engaged, or had Katharine just refused him? She was completely baffled. Katharine now reappeared from her veil of smoke, knocked the ash from her cigarette into the fireplace, and looked, wit... | Night And Day |
"I wonder how you find the time to know all about pictures as well as books?" | Katharine Hilbery | Katharine s voice was humble.<|quote|>"I wonder how you find the time to know all about pictures as well as books?"</|quote|>she asked. "How do I | teased his bride. And yet Katharine s voice was humble.<|quote|>"I wonder how you find the time to know all about pictures as well as books?"</|quote|>she asked. "How do I find the time?" William answered, | by something inscrutable in the character of a person to whom she felt herself much attracted. She thought that if she were engaged to Katharine, she, too, would find herself very soon using those fretful questions with which William evidently teased his bride. And yet Katharine s voice was humble.<|quote|>"I wonder ho... | herself, not altogether in the maternal spirit. What she said was very simple, but her words, even "Your tea, William," were set down as gently and cautiously and exactly as the feet of a Persian cat stepping among China ornaments. For the second time that day Mary felt herself baffled by something inscrutable in the c... | of a surprise. He had kept notebooks; he knew a great deal about pictures. He could compare different examples in different galleries, and his authoritative answers to intelligent questions gained not a little, Mary felt, from the smart taps which he dealt, as he delivered them, upon the lumps of coal. She was impresse... | inclined to suspect that this was said in order to conceal nervousness, but if so, the concealment was unusually perfect. Talk of marriage was dismissed. Katharine might have been seated in her own drawing-room, controlling a situation which presented no sort of difficulty to her trained mind. Rather to her surprise, M... | was pleasant, Mary thought, although he made her laugh. The very look of him was inclined to make her laugh. His rather prominent eyes passed from one young woman to the other, and his lips perpetually formed words which remained unspoken. "We have been seeing old masters at the Grafton Gallery," said Katharine, appare... | band playing; and most of the pictures, at any rate, were very dull, whatever you may say, William." She spoke with a kind of guarded gentleness. Mary, accordingly, retired to make preparations in the pantry. "What in the world are they after?" she asked of her own reflection in the little looking-glass which hung ther... | Night And Day |
she asked. | No speaker | pictures as well as books?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"How do I find the | time to know all about pictures as well as books?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"How do I find the time?" William answered, delighted, Mary | She thought that if she were engaged to Katharine, she, too, would find herself very soon using those fretful questions with which William evidently teased his bride. And yet Katharine s voice was humble. "I wonder how you find the time to know all about pictures as well as books?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"How do I... | even "Your tea, William," were set down as gently and cautiously and exactly as the feet of a Persian cat stepping among China ornaments. For the second time that day Mary felt herself baffled by something inscrutable in the character of a person to whom she felt herself much attracted. She thought that if she were eng... | compare different examples in different galleries, and his authoritative answers to intelligent questions gained not a little, Mary felt, from the smart taps which he dealt, as he delivered them, upon the lumps of coal. She was impressed. "Your tea, William," said Katharine gently. He paused, gulped it down, obediently... | concealment was unusually perfect. Talk of marriage was dismissed. Katharine might have been seated in her own drawing-room, controlling a situation which presented no sort of difficulty to her trained mind. Rather to her surprise, Mary found herself making conversation with William about old Italian pictures, while Ka... | to make her laugh. His rather prominent eyes passed from one young woman to the other, and his lips perpetually formed words which remained unspoken. "We have been seeing old masters at the Grafton Gallery," said Katharine, apparently paying no attention to William, and accepting a cigarette which Mary offered her. She... | was done so naturally that it bred no resentment in Mary; on the contrary, she found herself putting her hand on Katharine s knee, affectionately, for an instant. Was there something maternal in this assumption of control? And thinking of Katharine as one who would soon be married, these maternal airs filled Mary s min... | Night And Day |
"How do I find the time?" | William Rodney | well as books?" she asked.<|quote|>"How do I find the time?"</|quote|>William answered, delighted, Mary guessed, | know all about pictures as well as books?" she asked.<|quote|>"How do I find the time?"</|quote|>William answered, delighted, Mary guessed, at this little compliment. "Why, | that if she were engaged to Katharine, she, too, would find herself very soon using those fretful questions with which William evidently teased his bride. And yet Katharine s voice was humble. "I wonder how you find the time to know all about pictures as well as books?" she asked.<|quote|>"How do I find the time?"</|qu... | tea, William," were set down as gently and cautiously and exactly as the feet of a Persian cat stepping among China ornaments. For the second time that day Mary felt herself baffled by something inscrutable in the character of a person to whom she felt herself much attracted. She thought that if she were engaged to Kat... | examples in different galleries, and his authoritative answers to intelligent questions gained not a little, Mary felt, from the smart taps which he dealt, as he delivered them, upon the lumps of coal. She was impressed. "Your tea, William," said Katharine gently. He paused, gulped it down, obediently, and continued. A... | unusually perfect. Talk of marriage was dismissed. Katharine might have been seated in her own drawing-room, controlling a situation which presented no sort of difficulty to her trained mind. Rather to her surprise, Mary found herself making conversation with William about old Italian pictures, while Katharine poured o... | her laugh. His rather prominent eyes passed from one young woman to the other, and his lips perpetually formed words which remained unspoken. "We have been seeing old masters at the Grafton Gallery," said Katharine, apparently paying no attention to William, and accepting a cigarette which Mary offered her. She leant b... | Mary s room, and to handle the cups as if they belonged to her. But it was done so naturally that it bred no resentment in Mary; on the contrary, she found herself putting her hand on Katharine s knee, affectionately, for an instant. Was there something maternal in this assumption of control? And thinking of Katharine ... | Night And Day |
William answered, delighted, Mary guessed, at this little compliment. | No speaker | do I find the time?"<|quote|>William answered, delighted, Mary guessed, at this little compliment.</|quote|>"Why, I always travel with | as books?" she asked. "How do I find the time?"<|quote|>William answered, delighted, Mary guessed, at this little compliment.</|quote|>"Why, I always travel with a notebook. And I ask | Katharine, she, too, would find herself very soon using those fretful questions with which William evidently teased his bride. And yet Katharine s voice was humble. "I wonder how you find the time to know all about pictures as well as books?" she asked. "How do I find the time?"<|quote|>William answered, delighted, Mar... | gently and cautiously and exactly as the feet of a Persian cat stepping among China ornaments. For the second time that day Mary felt herself baffled by something inscrutable in the character of a person to whom she felt herself much attracted. She thought that if she were engaged to Katharine, she, too, would find her... | authoritative answers to intelligent questions gained not a little, Mary felt, from the smart taps which he dealt, as he delivered them, upon the lumps of coal. She was impressed. "Your tea, William," said Katharine gently. He paused, gulped it down, obediently, and continued. And then it struck Mary that Katharine, in... | dismissed. Katharine might have been seated in her own drawing-room, controlling a situation which presented no sort of difficulty to her trained mind. Rather to her surprise, Mary found herself making conversation with William about old Italian pictures, while Katharine poured out tea, cut cake, kept William s plate s... | passed from one young woman to the other, and his lips perpetually formed words which remained unspoken. "We have been seeing old masters at the Grafton Gallery," said Katharine, apparently paying no attention to William, and accepting a cigarette which Mary offered her. She leant back in her chair, and the smoke which... | reflection in the little looking-glass which hung there. She was not left to doubt much longer, for, on coming back into the sitting-room with the tea-things, Katharine informed her, apparently having been instructed so to do by William, of their engagement. "William," she said, "thinks that perhaps you don t know. We ... | Night And Day |
"Why, I always travel with a notebook. And I ask my way to the picture gallery the very first thing in the morning. And then I meet men, and talk to them. There s a man in my office who knows all about the Flemish school. I was telling Miss Datchet about the Flemish school. I picked up a lot of it from him it s a way m... | William Rodney | guessed, at this little compliment.<|quote|>"Why, I always travel with a notebook. And I ask my way to the picture gallery the very first thing in the morning. And then I meet men, and talk to them. There s a man in my office who knows all about the Flemish school. I was telling Miss Datchet about the Flemish school. I... | time?" William answered, delighted, Mary guessed, at this little compliment.<|quote|>"Why, I always travel with a notebook. And I ask my way to the picture gallery the very first thing in the morning. And then I meet men, and talk to them. There s a man in my office who knows all about the Flemish school. I was telling... | those fretful questions with which William evidently teased his bride. And yet Katharine s voice was humble. "I wonder how you find the time to know all about pictures as well as books?" she asked. "How do I find the time?" William answered, delighted, Mary guessed, at this little compliment.<|quote|>"Why, I always tra... | a Persian cat stepping among China ornaments. For the second time that day Mary felt herself baffled by something inscrutable in the character of a person to whom she felt herself much attracted. She thought that if she were engaged to Katharine, she, too, would find herself very soon using those fretful questions with... | Mary felt, from the smart taps which he dealt, as he delivered them, upon the lumps of coal. She was impressed. "Your tea, William," said Katharine gently. He paused, gulped it down, obediently, and continued. And then it struck Mary that Katharine, in the shade of her broad-brimmed hat, and in the midst of the smoke, ... | drawing-room, controlling a situation which presented no sort of difficulty to her trained mind. Rather to her surprise, Mary found herself making conversation with William about old Italian pictures, while Katharine poured out tea, cut cake, kept William s plate supplied, without joining more than was necessary in the... | his lips perpetually formed words which remained unspoken. "We have been seeing old masters at the Grafton Gallery," said Katharine, apparently paying no attention to William, and accepting a cigarette which Mary offered her. She leant back in her chair, and the smoke which hung about her face seemed to withdraw her st... | drawing-room, controlling a situation which presented no sort of difficulty to her trained mind. Rather to her surprise, Mary found herself making conversation with William about old Italian pictures, while Katharine poured out tea, cut cake, kept William s plate supplied, without joining more than was necessary in the... | Night And Day |
he explained, turning to Mary, | No speaker | this not caring about art,"<|quote|>he explained, turning to Mary,</|quote|>"it s one of Katharine | ask him to lunch. And this not caring about art,"<|quote|>he explained, turning to Mary,</|quote|>"it s one of Katharine s poses, Miss Datchet. Did | knows all about the Flemish school. I was telling Miss Datchet about the Flemish school. I picked up a lot of it from him it s a way men have Gibbons, his name is. You must meet him. We ll ask him to lunch. And this not caring about art,"<|quote|>he explained, turning to Mary,</|quote|>"it s one of Katharine s poses, M... | time?" William answered, delighted, Mary guessed, at this little compliment. "Why, I always travel with a notebook. And I ask my way to the picture gallery the very first thing in the morning. And then I meet men, and talk to them. There s a man in my office who knows all about the Flemish school. I was telling Miss Da... | as gently and cautiously and exactly as the feet of a Persian cat stepping among China ornaments. For the second time that day Mary felt herself baffled by something inscrutable in the character of a person to whom she felt herself much attracted. She thought that if she were engaged to Katharine, she, too, would find ... | putting her hand on Katharine s knee, affectionately, for an instant. Was there something maternal in this assumption of control? And thinking of Katharine as one who would soon be married, these maternal airs filled Mary s mind with a new tenderness, and even with awe. Katharine seemed very much older and more experie... | marbles, and gray days without any sun. She s a typical example of the cold northern nature. I come from Devonshire" Had they been quarreling, Mary wondered, and had they, for that reason, sought refuge in her room, or were they engaged, or had Katharine just refused him? She was completely baffled. Katharine now reapp... | the contrary, she found herself putting her hand on Katharine s knee, affectionately, for an instant. Was there something maternal in this assumption of control? And thinking of Katharine as one who would soon be married, these maternal airs filled Mary s mind with a new tenderness, and even with awe. Katharine seemed ... | Night And Day |
"it s one of Katharine s poses, Miss Datchet. Did you know she posed? She pretends that she s never read Shakespeare. And why should she read Shakespeare, since she IS Shakespeare Rosalind, you know," | William Rodney | he explained, turning to Mary,<|quote|>"it s one of Katharine s poses, Miss Datchet. Did you know she posed? She pretends that she s never read Shakespeare. And why should she read Shakespeare, since she IS Shakespeare Rosalind, you know,"</|quote|>and he gave his queer | this not caring about art," he explained, turning to Mary,<|quote|>"it s one of Katharine s poses, Miss Datchet. Did you know she posed? She pretends that she s never read Shakespeare. And why should she read Shakespeare, since she IS Shakespeare Rosalind, you know,"</|quote|>and he gave his queer little chuckle. Someh... | school. I was telling Miss Datchet about the Flemish school. I picked up a lot of it from him it s a way men have Gibbons, his name is. You must meet him. We ll ask him to lunch. And this not caring about art," he explained, turning to Mary,<|quote|>"it s one of Katharine s poses, Miss Datchet. Did you know she posed? ... | guessed, at this little compliment. "Why, I always travel with a notebook. And I ask my way to the picture gallery the very first thing in the morning. And then I meet men, and talk to them. There s a man in my office who knows all about the Flemish school. I was telling Miss Datchet about the Flemish school. I picked ... | exactly as the feet of a Persian cat stepping among China ornaments. For the second time that day Mary felt herself baffled by something inscrutable in the character of a person to whom she felt herself much attracted. She thought that if she were engaged to Katharine, she, too, would find herself very soon using those... | s knee, affectionately, for an instant. Was there something maternal in this assumption of control? And thinking of Katharine as one who would soon be married, these maternal airs filled Mary s mind with a new tenderness, and even with awe. Katharine seemed very much older and more experienced than she was. Meanwhile R... | any sun. She s a typical example of the cold northern nature. I come from Devonshire" Had they been quarreling, Mary wondered, and had they, for that reason, sought refuge in her room, or were they engaged, or had Katharine just refused him? She was completely baffled. Katharine now reappeared from her veil of smoke, k... | lumps of coal. She was impressed. "Your tea, William," said Katharine gently. He paused, gulped it down, obediently, and continued. And then it struck Mary that Katharine, in the shade of her broad-brimmed hat, and in the midst of the smoke, and in the obscurity of her character, was, perhaps, smiling to herself, not a... | Night And Day |
and he gave his queer little chuckle. Somehow this compliment appeared very old-fashioned and almost in bad taste. Mary actually felt herself blush, as if he had said "the sex" or "the ladies." Constrained, perhaps, by nervousness, Rodney continued in the same vein. | No speaker | IS Shakespeare Rosalind, you know,"<|quote|>and he gave his queer little chuckle. Somehow this compliment appeared very old-fashioned and almost in bad taste. Mary actually felt herself blush, as if he had said "the sex" or "the ladies." Constrained, perhaps, by nervousness, Rodney continued in the same vein.</|quote|>... | she read Shakespeare, since she IS Shakespeare Rosalind, you know,"<|quote|>and he gave his queer little chuckle. Somehow this compliment appeared very old-fashioned and almost in bad taste. Mary actually felt herself blush, as if he had said "the sex" or "the ladies." Constrained, perhaps, by nervousness, Rodney conti... | ask him to lunch. And this not caring about art," he explained, turning to Mary, "it s one of Katharine s poses, Miss Datchet. Did you know she posed? She pretends that she s never read Shakespeare. And why should she read Shakespeare, since she IS Shakespeare Rosalind, you know,"<|quote|>and he gave his queer little c... | to them. There s a man in my office who knows all about the Flemish school. I was telling Miss Datchet about the Flemish school. I picked up a lot of it from him it s a way men have Gibbons, his name is. You must meet him. We ll ask him to lunch. And this not caring about art," he explained, turning to Mary, "it s one ... | herself much attracted. She thought that if she were engaged to Katharine, she, too, would find herself very soon using those fretful questions with which William evidently teased his bride. And yet Katharine s voice was humble. "I wonder how you find the time to know all about pictures as well as books?" she asked. "H... | new tenderness, and even with awe. Katharine seemed very much older and more experienced than she was. Meanwhile Rodney talked. If his appearance was superficially against him, it had the advantage of making his solid merits something of a surprise. He had kept notebooks; he knew a great deal about pictures. He could c... | they engaged, or had Katharine just refused him? She was completely baffled. Katharine now reappeared from her veil of smoke, knocked the ash from her cigarette into the fireplace, and looked, with an odd expression of solicitude, at the irritable man. "Perhaps, Mary," she said tentatively, "you wouldn t mind giving us... | ornaments. For the second time that day Mary felt herself baffled by something inscrutable in the character of a person to whom she felt herself much attracted. She thought that if she were engaged to Katharine, she, too, would find herself very soon using those fretful questions with which William evidently teased his... | Night And Day |
"She knows enough enough for all decent purposes. What do you women want with learning, when you have so much else everything, I should say everything. Leave us something, eh, Katharine?" | William Rodney | continued in the same vein.<|quote|>"She knows enough enough for all decent purposes. What do you women want with learning, when you have so much else everything, I should say everything. Leave us something, eh, Katharine?"</|quote|>"Leave you something?" said Katharine, | Constrained, perhaps, by nervousness, Rodney continued in the same vein.<|quote|>"She knows enough enough for all decent purposes. What do you women want with learning, when you have so much else everything, I should say everything. Leave us something, eh, Katharine?"</|quote|>"Leave you something?" said Katharine, app... | since she IS Shakespeare Rosalind, you know," and he gave his queer little chuckle. Somehow this compliment appeared very old-fashioned and almost in bad taste. Mary actually felt herself blush, as if he had said "the sex" or "the ladies." Constrained, perhaps, by nervousness, Rodney continued in the same vein.<|quote|... | is. You must meet him. We ll ask him to lunch. And this not caring about art," he explained, turning to Mary, "it s one of Katharine s poses, Miss Datchet. Did you know she posed? She pretends that she s never read Shakespeare. And why should she read Shakespeare, since she IS Shakespeare Rosalind, you know," and he ga... | time to know all about pictures as well as books?" she asked. "How do I find the time?" William answered, delighted, Mary guessed, at this little compliment. "Why, I always travel with a notebook. And I ask my way to the picture gallery the very first thing in the morning. And then I meet men, and talk to them. There s... | notebooks; he knew a great deal about pictures. He could compare different examples in different galleries, and his authoritative answers to intelligent questions gained not a little, Mary felt, from the smart taps which he dealt, as he delivered them, upon the lumps of coal. She was impressed. "Your tea, William," sai... | she said tentatively, "you wouldn t mind giving us some tea? We did try to get some, but the shop was so crowded, and in the next one there was a band playing; and most of the pictures, at any rate, were very dull, whatever you may say, William." She spoke with a kind of guarded gentleness. Mary, accordingly, retired t... | making his solid merits something of a surprise. He had kept notebooks; he knew a great deal about pictures. He could compare different examples in different galleries, and his authoritative answers to intelligent questions gained not a little, Mary felt, from the smart taps which he dealt, as he delivered them, upon t... | Night And Day |
"Leave you something?" | Katharine Hilbery | Leave us something, eh, Katharine?"<|quote|>"Leave you something?"</|quote|>said Katharine, apparently waking from | everything, I should say everything. Leave us something, eh, Katharine?"<|quote|>"Leave you something?"</|quote|>said Katharine, apparently waking from a brown study. "I was | if he had said "the sex" or "the ladies." Constrained, perhaps, by nervousness, Rodney continued in the same vein. "She knows enough enough for all decent purposes. What do you women want with learning, when you have so much else everything, I should say everything. Leave us something, eh, Katharine?"<|quote|>"Leave yo... | Did you know she posed? She pretends that she s never read Shakespeare. And why should she read Shakespeare, since she IS Shakespeare Rosalind, you know," and he gave his queer little chuckle. Somehow this compliment appeared very old-fashioned and almost in bad taste. Mary actually felt herself blush, as if he had sai... | with a notebook. And I ask my way to the picture gallery the very first thing in the morning. And then I meet men, and talk to them. There s a man in my office who knows all about the Flemish school. I was telling Miss Datchet about the Flemish school. I picked up a lot of it from him it s a way men have Gibbons, his n... | smart taps which he dealt, as he delivered them, upon the lumps of coal. She was impressed. "Your tea, William," said Katharine gently. He paused, gulped it down, obediently, and continued. And then it struck Mary that Katharine, in the shade of her broad-brimmed hat, and in the midst of the smoke, and in the obscurity... | band playing; and most of the pictures, at any rate, were very dull, whatever you may say, William." She spoke with a kind of guarded gentleness. Mary, accordingly, retired to make preparations in the pantry. "What in the world are they after?" she asked of her own reflection in the little looking-glass which hung ther... | the shade of her broad-brimmed hat, and in the midst of the smoke, and in the obscurity of her character, was, perhaps, smiling to herself, not altogether in the maternal spirit. What she said was very simple, but her words, even "Your tea, William," were set down as gently and cautiously and exactly as the feet of a P... | Night And Day |
said Katharine, apparently waking from a brown study. | No speaker | eh, Katharine?" "Leave you something?"<|quote|>said Katharine, apparently waking from a brown study.</|quote|>"I was thinking we must | say everything. Leave us something, eh, Katharine?" "Leave you something?"<|quote|>said Katharine, apparently waking from a brown study.</|quote|>"I was thinking we must be going" "Is it to-night | said "the sex" or "the ladies." Constrained, perhaps, by nervousness, Rodney continued in the same vein. "She knows enough enough for all decent purposes. What do you women want with learning, when you have so much else everything, I should say everything. Leave us something, eh, Katharine?" "Leave you something?"<|quo... | she posed? She pretends that she s never read Shakespeare. And why should she read Shakespeare, since she IS Shakespeare Rosalind, you know," and he gave his queer little chuckle. Somehow this compliment appeared very old-fashioned and almost in bad taste. Mary actually felt herself blush, as if he had said "the sex" o... | And I ask my way to the picture gallery the very first thing in the morning. And then I meet men, and talk to them. There s a man in my office who knows all about the Flemish school. I was telling Miss Datchet about the Flemish school. I picked up a lot of it from him it s a way men have Gibbons, his name is. You must ... | he dealt, as he delivered them, upon the lumps of coal. She was impressed. "Your tea, William," said Katharine gently. He paused, gulped it down, obediently, and continued. And then it struck Mary that Katharine, in the shade of her broad-brimmed hat, and in the midst of the smoke, and in the obscurity of her character... | most of the pictures, at any rate, were very dull, whatever you may say, William." She spoke with a kind of guarded gentleness. Mary, accordingly, retired to make preparations in the pantry. "What in the world are they after?" she asked of her own reflection in the little looking-glass which hung there. She was not lef... | she found herself putting her hand on Katharine s knee, affectionately, for an instant. Was there something maternal in this assumption of control? And thinking of Katharine as one who would soon be married, these maternal airs filled Mary s mind with a new tenderness, and even with awe. Katharine seemed very much olde... | Night And Day |
"I was thinking we must be going" | Katharine Hilbery | waking from a brown study.<|quote|>"I was thinking we must be going"</|quote|>"Is it to-night that Lady | you something?" said Katharine, apparently waking from a brown study.<|quote|>"I was thinking we must be going"</|quote|>"Is it to-night that Lady Ferrilby dines with us? No, | by nervousness, Rodney continued in the same vein. "She knows enough enough for all decent purposes. What do you women want with learning, when you have so much else everything, I should say everything. Leave us something, eh, Katharine?" "Leave you something?" said Katharine, apparently waking from a brown study.<|quo... | read Shakespeare. And why should she read Shakespeare, since she IS Shakespeare Rosalind, you know," and he gave his queer little chuckle. Somehow this compliment appeared very old-fashioned and almost in bad taste. Mary actually felt herself blush, as if he had said "the sex" or "the ladies." Constrained, perhaps, by ... | gallery the very first thing in the morning. And then I meet men, and talk to them. There s a man in my office who knows all about the Flemish school. I was telling Miss Datchet about the Flemish school. I picked up a lot of it from him it s a way men have Gibbons, his name is. You must meet him. We ll ask him to lunch... | lumps of coal. She was impressed. "Your tea, William," said Katharine gently. He paused, gulped it down, obediently, and continued. And then it struck Mary that Katharine, in the shade of her broad-brimmed hat, and in the midst of the smoke, and in the obscurity of her character, was, perhaps, smiling to herself, not a... | very dull, whatever you may say, William." She spoke with a kind of guarded gentleness. Mary, accordingly, retired to make preparations in the pantry. "What in the world are they after?" she asked of her own reflection in the little looking-glass which hung there. She was not left to doubt much longer, for, on coming b... | was, perhaps, smiling to herself, not altogether in the maternal spirit. What she said was very simple, but her words, even "Your tea, William," were set down as gently and cautiously and exactly as the feet of a Persian cat stepping among China ornaments. For the second time that day Mary felt herself baffled by somet... | Night And Day |
"Is it to-night that Lady Ferrilby dines with us? No, we mustn t be late," | William Rodney | thinking we must be going"<|quote|>"Is it to-night that Lady Ferrilby dines with us? No, we mustn t be late,"</|quote|>said Rodney, rising. "D you | a brown study. "I was thinking we must be going"<|quote|>"Is it to-night that Lady Ferrilby dines with us? No, we mustn t be late,"</|quote|>said Rodney, rising. "D you know the Ferrilbys, Miss Datchet? | vein. "She knows enough enough for all decent purposes. What do you women want with learning, when you have so much else everything, I should say everything. Leave us something, eh, Katharine?" "Leave you something?" said Katharine, apparently waking from a brown study. "I was thinking we must be going"<|quote|>"Is it ... | Shakespeare, since she IS Shakespeare Rosalind, you know," and he gave his queer little chuckle. Somehow this compliment appeared very old-fashioned and almost in bad taste. Mary actually felt herself blush, as if he had said "the sex" or "the ladies." Constrained, perhaps, by nervousness, Rodney continued in the same ... | morning. And then I meet men, and talk to them. There s a man in my office who knows all about the Flemish school. I was telling Miss Datchet about the Flemish school. I picked up a lot of it from him it s a way men have Gibbons, his name is. You must meet him. We ll ask him to lunch. And this not caring about art," he... | tea, William," said Katharine gently. He paused, gulped it down, obediently, and continued. And then it struck Mary that Katharine, in the shade of her broad-brimmed hat, and in the midst of the smoke, and in the obscurity of her character, was, perhaps, smiling to herself, not altogether in the maternal spirit. What s... | She spoke with a kind of guarded gentleness. Mary, accordingly, retired to make preparations in the pantry. "What in the world are they after?" she asked of her own reflection in the little looking-glass which hung there. She was not left to doubt much longer, for, on coming back into the sitting-room with the tea-thin... | that Katharine, in the shade of her broad-brimmed hat, and in the midst of the smoke, and in the obscurity of her character, was, perhaps, smiling to herself, not altogether in the maternal spirit. What she said was very simple, but her words, even "Your tea, William," were set down as gently and cautiously and exactly... | Night And Day |
said Rodney, rising. | No speaker | we mustn t be late,"<|quote|>said Rodney, rising.</|quote|>"D you know the Ferrilbys, | Ferrilby dines with us? No, we mustn t be late,"<|quote|>said Rodney, rising.</|quote|>"D you know the Ferrilbys, Miss Datchet? They own Trantem | learning, when you have so much else everything, I should say everything. Leave us something, eh, Katharine?" "Leave you something?" said Katharine, apparently waking from a brown study. "I was thinking we must be going" "Is it to-night that Lady Ferrilby dines with us? No, we mustn t be late,"<|quote|>said Rodney, ris... | Somehow this compliment appeared very old-fashioned and almost in bad taste. Mary actually felt herself blush, as if he had said "the sex" or "the ladies." Constrained, perhaps, by nervousness, Rodney continued in the same vein. "She knows enough enough for all decent purposes. What do you women want with learning, whe... | my office who knows all about the Flemish school. I was telling Miss Datchet about the Flemish school. I picked up a lot of it from him it s a way men have Gibbons, his name is. You must meet him. We ll ask him to lunch. And this not caring about art," he explained, turning to Mary, "it s one of Katharine s poses, Miss... | it struck Mary that Katharine, in the shade of her broad-brimmed hat, and in the midst of the smoke, and in the obscurity of her character, was, perhaps, smiling to herself, not altogether in the maternal spirit. What she said was very simple, but her words, even "Your tea, William," were set down as gently and cautiou... | the pantry. "What in the world are they after?" she asked of her own reflection in the little looking-glass which hung there. She was not left to doubt much longer, for, on coming back into the sitting-room with the tea-things, Katharine informed her, apparently having been instructed so to do by William, of their enga... | little, Mary felt, from the smart taps which he dealt, as he delivered them, upon the lumps of coal. She was impressed. "Your tea, William," said Katharine gently. He paused, gulped it down, obediently, and continued. And then it struck Mary that Katharine, in the shade of her broad-brimmed hat, and in the midst of the... | Night And Day |
"D you know the Ferrilbys, Miss Datchet? They own Trantem Abbey," | William Rodney | be late," said Rodney, rising.<|quote|>"D you know the Ferrilbys, Miss Datchet? They own Trantem Abbey,"</|quote|>he added, for her information, | us? No, we mustn t be late," said Rodney, rising.<|quote|>"D you know the Ferrilbys, Miss Datchet? They own Trantem Abbey,"</|quote|>he added, for her information, as she looked doubtful. "And | have so much else everything, I should say everything. Leave us something, eh, Katharine?" "Leave you something?" said Katharine, apparently waking from a brown study. "I was thinking we must be going" "Is it to-night that Lady Ferrilby dines with us? No, we mustn t be late," said Rodney, rising.<|quote|>"D you know th... | appeared very old-fashioned and almost in bad taste. Mary actually felt herself blush, as if he had said "the sex" or "the ladies." Constrained, perhaps, by nervousness, Rodney continued in the same vein. "She knows enough enough for all decent purposes. What do you women want with learning, when you have so much else ... | knows all about the Flemish school. I was telling Miss Datchet about the Flemish school. I picked up a lot of it from him it s a way men have Gibbons, his name is. You must meet him. We ll ask him to lunch. And this not caring about art," he explained, turning to Mary, "it s one of Katharine s poses, Miss Datchet. Did ... | that Katharine, in the shade of her broad-brimmed hat, and in the midst of the smoke, and in the obscurity of her character, was, perhaps, smiling to herself, not altogether in the maternal spirit. What she said was very simple, but her words, even "Your tea, William," were set down as gently and cautiously and exactly... | in the world are they after?" she asked of her own reflection in the little looking-glass which hung there. She was not left to doubt much longer, for, on coming back into the sitting-room with the tea-things, Katharine informed her, apparently having been instructed so to do by William, of their engagement. "William,"... | her words, even "Your tea, William," were set down as gently and cautiously and exactly as the feet of a Persian cat stepping among China ornaments. For the second time that day Mary felt herself baffled by something inscrutable in the character of a person to whom she felt herself much attracted. She thought that if s... | Night And Day |
he added, for her information, as she looked doubtful. | No speaker | Datchet? They own Trantem Abbey,"<|quote|>he added, for her information, as she looked doubtful.</|quote|>"And if Katharine makes herself | you know the Ferrilbys, Miss Datchet? They own Trantem Abbey,"<|quote|>he added, for her information, as she looked doubtful.</|quote|>"And if Katharine makes herself very charming to-night, perhaps ll | something, eh, Katharine?" "Leave you something?" said Katharine, apparently waking from a brown study. "I was thinking we must be going" "Is it to-night that Lady Ferrilby dines with us? No, we mustn t be late," said Rodney, rising. "D you know the Ferrilbys, Miss Datchet? They own Trantem Abbey,"<|quote|>he added, fo... | herself blush, as if he had said "the sex" or "the ladies." Constrained, perhaps, by nervousness, Rodney continued in the same vein. "She knows enough enough for all decent purposes. What do you women want with learning, when you have so much else everything, I should say everything. Leave us something, eh, Katharine?"... | about the Flemish school. I picked up a lot of it from him it s a way men have Gibbons, his name is. You must meet him. We ll ask him to lunch. And this not caring about art," he explained, turning to Mary, "it s one of Katharine s poses, Miss Datchet. Did you know she posed? She pretends that she s never read Shakespe... | the midst of the smoke, and in the obscurity of her character, was, perhaps, smiling to herself, not altogether in the maternal spirit. What she said was very simple, but her words, even "Your tea, William," were set down as gently and cautiously and exactly as the feet of a Persian cat stepping among China ornaments. ... | reflection in the little looking-glass which hung there. She was not left to doubt much longer, for, on coming back into the sitting-room with the tea-things, Katharine informed her, apparently having been instructed so to do by William, of their engagement. "William," she said, "thinks that perhaps you don t know. We ... | Katharine seemed very much older and more experienced than she was. Meanwhile Rodney talked. If his appearance was superficially against him, it had the advantage of making his solid merits something of a surprise. He had kept notebooks; he knew a great deal about pictures. He could compare different examples in differ... | Night And Day |
"And if Katharine makes herself very charming to-night, perhaps ll lend it to us for the honeymoon." | William Rodney | information, as she looked doubtful.<|quote|>"And if Katharine makes herself very charming to-night, perhaps ll lend it to us for the honeymoon."</|quote|>"I agree that may be | Abbey," he added, for her information, as she looked doubtful.<|quote|>"And if Katharine makes herself very charming to-night, perhaps ll lend it to us for the honeymoon."</|quote|>"I agree that may be a reason. Otherwise she s | waking from a brown study. "I was thinking we must be going" "Is it to-night that Lady Ferrilby dines with us? No, we mustn t be late," said Rodney, rising. "D you know the Ferrilbys, Miss Datchet? They own Trantem Abbey," he added, for her information, as she looked doubtful.<|quote|>"And if Katharine makes herself ve... | or "the ladies." Constrained, perhaps, by nervousness, Rodney continued in the same vein. "She knows enough enough for all decent purposes. What do you women want with learning, when you have so much else everything, I should say everything. Leave us something, eh, Katharine?" "Leave you something?" said Katharine, app... | of it from him it s a way men have Gibbons, his name is. You must meet him. We ll ask him to lunch. And this not caring about art," he explained, turning to Mary, "it s one of Katharine s poses, Miss Datchet. Did you know she posed? She pretends that she s never read Shakespeare. And why should she read Shakespeare, si... | of her character, was, perhaps, smiling to herself, not altogether in the maternal spirit. What she said was very simple, but her words, even "Your tea, William," were set down as gently and cautiously and exactly as the feet of a Persian cat stepping among China ornaments. For the second time that day Mary felt hersel... | was not left to doubt much longer, for, on coming back into the sitting-room with the tea-things, Katharine informed her, apparently having been instructed so to do by William, of their engagement. "William," she said, "thinks that perhaps you don t know. We are going to be married." Mary found herself shaking William ... | solid merits something of a surprise. He had kept notebooks; he knew a great deal about pictures. He could compare different examples in different galleries, and his authoritative answers to intelligent questions gained not a little, Mary felt, from the smart taps which he dealt, as he delivered them, upon the lumps of... | Night And Day |
"I agree that may be a reason. Otherwise she s a dull woman," | Katharine Hilbery | to us for the honeymoon."<|quote|>"I agree that may be a reason. Otherwise she s a dull woman,"</|quote|>said Katharine. "At least," she | to-night, perhaps ll lend it to us for the honeymoon."<|quote|>"I agree that may be a reason. Otherwise she s a dull woman,"</|quote|>said Katharine. "At least," she added, as if to qualify | Ferrilby dines with us? No, we mustn t be late," said Rodney, rising. "D you know the Ferrilbys, Miss Datchet? They own Trantem Abbey," he added, for her information, as she looked doubtful. "And if Katharine makes herself very charming to-night, perhaps ll lend it to us for the honeymoon."<|quote|>"I agree that may be... | for all decent purposes. What do you women want with learning, when you have so much else everything, I should say everything. Leave us something, eh, Katharine?" "Leave you something?" said Katharine, apparently waking from a brown study. "I was thinking we must be going" "Is it to-night that Lady Ferrilby dines with ... | him. We ll ask him to lunch. And this not caring about art," he explained, turning to Mary, "it s one of Katharine s poses, Miss Datchet. Did you know she posed? She pretends that she s never read Shakespeare. And why should she read Shakespeare, since she IS Shakespeare Rosalind, you know," and he gave his queer littl... | was very simple, but her words, even "Your tea, William," were set down as gently and cautiously and exactly as the feet of a Persian cat stepping among China ornaments. For the second time that day Mary felt herself baffled by something inscrutable in the character of a person to whom she felt herself much attracted. ... | Katharine informed her, apparently having been instructed so to do by William, of their engagement. "William," she said, "thinks that perhaps you don t know. We are going to be married." Mary found herself shaking William s hand, and addressing her congratulations to him, as if Katharine were inaccessible; she had, ind... | this assumption of control? And thinking of Katharine as one who would soon be married, these maternal airs filled Mary s mind with a new tenderness, and even with awe. Katharine seemed very much older and more experienced than she was. Meanwhile Rodney talked. If his appearance was superficially against him, it had th... | Night And Day |
said Katharine. | No speaker | she s a dull woman,"<|quote|>said Katharine.</|quote|>"At least," she added, as | may be a reason. Otherwise she s a dull woman,"<|quote|>said Katharine.</|quote|>"At least," she added, as if to qualify her abruptness, | "D you know the Ferrilbys, Miss Datchet? They own Trantem Abbey," he added, for her information, as she looked doubtful. "And if Katharine makes herself very charming to-night, perhaps ll lend it to us for the honeymoon." "I agree that may be a reason. Otherwise she s a dull woman,"<|quote|>said Katharine.</|quote|>"At... | have so much else everything, I should say everything. Leave us something, eh, Katharine?" "Leave you something?" said Katharine, apparently waking from a brown study. "I was thinking we must be going" "Is it to-night that Lady Ferrilby dines with us? No, we mustn t be late," said Rodney, rising. "D you know the Ferril... | he explained, turning to Mary, "it s one of Katharine s poses, Miss Datchet. Did you know she posed? She pretends that she s never read Shakespeare. And why should she read Shakespeare, since she IS Shakespeare Rosalind, you know," and he gave his queer little chuckle. Somehow this compliment appeared very old-fashione... | as gently and cautiously and exactly as the feet of a Persian cat stepping among China ornaments. For the second time that day Mary felt herself baffled by something inscrutable in the character of a person to whom she felt herself much attracted. She thought that if she were engaged to Katharine, she, too, would find ... | their engagement. "William," she said, "thinks that perhaps you don t know. We are going to be married." Mary found herself shaking William s hand, and addressing her congratulations to him, as if Katharine were inaccessible; she had, indeed, taken hold of the tea-kettle. "Let me see," Katharine said, "one puts hot wat... | was impressed. "Your tea, William," said Katharine gently. He paused, gulped it down, obediently, and continued. And then it struck Mary that Katharine, in the shade of her broad-brimmed hat, and in the midst of the smoke, and in the obscurity of her character, was, perhaps, smiling to herself, not altogether in the ma... | Night And Day |
"At least," | Katharine Hilbery | a dull woman," said Katharine.<|quote|>"At least,"</|quote|>she added, as if to | a reason. Otherwise she s a dull woman," said Katharine.<|quote|>"At least,"</|quote|>she added, as if to qualify her abruptness, "I find | know the Ferrilbys, Miss Datchet? They own Trantem Abbey," he added, for her information, as she looked doubtful. "And if Katharine makes herself very charming to-night, perhaps ll lend it to us for the honeymoon." "I agree that may be a reason. Otherwise she s a dull woman," said Katharine.<|quote|>"At least,"</|quote... | much else everything, I should say everything. Leave us something, eh, Katharine?" "Leave you something?" said Katharine, apparently waking from a brown study. "I was thinking we must be going" "Is it to-night that Lady Ferrilby dines with us? No, we mustn t be late," said Rodney, rising. "D you know the Ferrilbys, Mis... | turning to Mary, "it s one of Katharine s poses, Miss Datchet. Did you know she posed? She pretends that she s never read Shakespeare. And why should she read Shakespeare, since she IS Shakespeare Rosalind, you know," and he gave his queer little chuckle. Somehow this compliment appeared very old-fashioned and almost i... | and cautiously and exactly as the feet of a Persian cat stepping among China ornaments. For the second time that day Mary felt herself baffled by something inscrutable in the character of a person to whom she felt herself much attracted. She thought that if she were engaged to Katharine, she, too, would find herself ve... | "William," she said, "thinks that perhaps you don t know. We are going to be married." Mary found herself shaking William s hand, and addressing her congratulations to him, as if Katharine were inaccessible; she had, indeed, taken hold of the tea-kettle. "Let me see," Katharine said, "one puts hot water into the cups f... | dealt, as he delivered them, upon the lumps of coal. She was impressed. "Your tea, William," said Katharine gently. He paused, gulped it down, obediently, and continued. And then it struck Mary that Katharine, in the shade of her broad-brimmed hat, and in the midst of the smoke, and in the obscurity of her character, w... | Night And Day |
she added, as if to qualify her abruptness, | No speaker | woman," said Katharine. "At least,"<|quote|>she added, as if to qualify her abruptness,</|quote|>"I find it difficult to | Otherwise she s a dull woman," said Katharine. "At least,"<|quote|>she added, as if to qualify her abruptness,</|quote|>"I find it difficult to talk to her." "Because you | Ferrilbys, Miss Datchet? They own Trantem Abbey," he added, for her information, as she looked doubtful. "And if Katharine makes herself very charming to-night, perhaps ll lend it to us for the honeymoon." "I agree that may be a reason. Otherwise she s a dull woman," said Katharine. "At least,"<|quote|>she added, as if... | everything, I should say everything. Leave us something, eh, Katharine?" "Leave you something?" said Katharine, apparently waking from a brown study. "I was thinking we must be going" "Is it to-night that Lady Ferrilby dines with us? No, we mustn t be late," said Rodney, rising. "D you know the Ferrilbys, Miss Datchet?... | Mary, "it s one of Katharine s poses, Miss Datchet. Did you know she posed? She pretends that she s never read Shakespeare. And why should she read Shakespeare, since she IS Shakespeare Rosalind, you know," and he gave his queer little chuckle. Somehow this compliment appeared very old-fashioned and almost in bad taste... | and exactly as the feet of a Persian cat stepping among China ornaments. For the second time that day Mary felt herself baffled by something inscrutable in the character of a person to whom she felt herself much attracted. She thought that if she were engaged to Katharine, she, too, would find herself very soon using t... | said, "thinks that perhaps you don t know. We are going to be married." Mary found herself shaking William s hand, and addressing her congratulations to him, as if Katharine were inaccessible; she had, indeed, taken hold of the tea-kettle. "Let me see," Katharine said, "one puts hot water into the cups first, doesn t o... | And thinking of Katharine as one who would soon be married, these maternal airs filled Mary s mind with a new tenderness, and even with awe. Katharine seemed very much older and more experienced than she was. Meanwhile Rodney talked. If his appearance was superficially against him, it had the advantage of making his so... | Night And Day |
"I find it difficult to talk to her." | Katharine Hilbery | if to qualify her abruptness,<|quote|>"I find it difficult to talk to her."</|quote|>"Because you expect every one | "At least," she added, as if to qualify her abruptness,<|quote|>"I find it difficult to talk to her."</|quote|>"Because you expect every one else to take all the | added, for her information, as she looked doubtful. "And if Katharine makes herself very charming to-night, perhaps ll lend it to us for the honeymoon." "I agree that may be a reason. Otherwise she s a dull woman," said Katharine. "At least," she added, as if to qualify her abruptness,<|quote|>"I find it difficult to t... | eh, Katharine?" "Leave you something?" said Katharine, apparently waking from a brown study. "I was thinking we must be going" "Is it to-night that Lady Ferrilby dines with us? No, we mustn t be late," said Rodney, rising. "D you know the Ferrilbys, Miss Datchet? They own Trantem Abbey," he added, for her information, ... | Miss Datchet. Did you know she posed? She pretends that she s never read Shakespeare. And why should she read Shakespeare, since she IS Shakespeare Rosalind, you know," and he gave his queer little chuckle. Somehow this compliment appeared very old-fashioned and almost in bad taste. Mary actually felt herself blush, as... | cat stepping among China ornaments. For the second time that day Mary felt herself baffled by something inscrutable in the character of a person to whom she felt herself much attracted. She thought that if she were engaged to Katharine, she, too, would find herself very soon using those fretful questions with which Wil... | We are going to be married." Mary found herself shaking William s hand, and addressing her congratulations to him, as if Katharine were inaccessible; she had, indeed, taken hold of the tea-kettle. "Let me see," Katharine said, "one puts hot water into the cups first, doesn t one? You have some dodge of your own, haven ... | by something inscrutable in the character of a person to whom she felt herself much attracted. She thought that if she were engaged to Katharine, she, too, would find herself very soon using those fretful questions with which William evidently teased his bride. And yet Katharine s voice was humble. "I wonder how you fi... | Night And Day |
"Because you expect every one else to take all the trouble. I ve seen her sit silent a whole evening," | William Rodney | difficult to talk to her."<|quote|>"Because you expect every one else to take all the trouble. I ve seen her sit silent a whole evening,"</|quote|>he said, turning to Mary, | her abruptness, "I find it difficult to talk to her."<|quote|>"Because you expect every one else to take all the trouble. I ve seen her sit silent a whole evening,"</|quote|>he said, turning to Mary, as he had frequently done | "And if Katharine makes herself very charming to-night, perhaps ll lend it to us for the honeymoon." "I agree that may be a reason. Otherwise she s a dull woman," said Katharine. "At least," she added, as if to qualify her abruptness, "I find it difficult to talk to her."<|quote|>"Because you expect every one else to t... | waking from a brown study. "I was thinking we must be going" "Is it to-night that Lady Ferrilby dines with us? No, we mustn t be late," said Rodney, rising. "D you know the Ferrilbys, Miss Datchet? They own Trantem Abbey," he added, for her information, as she looked doubtful. "And if Katharine makes herself very charm... | pretends that she s never read Shakespeare. And why should she read Shakespeare, since she IS Shakespeare Rosalind, you know," and he gave his queer little chuckle. Somehow this compliment appeared very old-fashioned and almost in bad taste. Mary actually felt herself blush, as if he had said "the sex" or "the ladies."... | time that day Mary felt herself baffled by something inscrutable in the character of a person to whom she felt herself much attracted. She thought that if she were engaged to Katharine, she, too, would find herself very soon using those fretful questions with which William evidently teased his bride. And yet Katharine ... | herself shaking William s hand, and addressing her congratulations to him, as if Katharine were inaccessible; she had, indeed, taken hold of the tea-kettle. "Let me see," Katharine said, "one puts hot water into the cups first, doesn t one? You have some dodge of your own, haven t you, William, about making tea?" Mary ... | a great deal about pictures. He could compare different examples in different galleries, and his authoritative answers to intelligent questions gained not a little, Mary felt, from the smart taps which he dealt, as he delivered them, upon the lumps of coal. She was impressed. "Your tea, William," said Katharine gently.... | Night And Day |
he said, turning to Mary, as he had frequently done already. | No speaker | sit silent a whole evening,"<|quote|>he said, turning to Mary, as he had frequently done already.</|quote|>"Don t you find that, | trouble. I ve seen her sit silent a whole evening,"<|quote|>he said, turning to Mary, as he had frequently done already.</|quote|>"Don t you find that, too? Sometimes when we re | may be a reason. Otherwise she s a dull woman," said Katharine. "At least," she added, as if to qualify her abruptness, "I find it difficult to talk to her." "Because you expect every one else to take all the trouble. I ve seen her sit silent a whole evening,"<|quote|>he said, turning to Mary, as he had frequently done... | us? No, we mustn t be late," said Rodney, rising. "D you know the Ferrilbys, Miss Datchet? They own Trantem Abbey," he added, for her information, as she looked doubtful. "And if Katharine makes herself very charming to-night, perhaps ll lend it to us for the honeymoon." "I agree that may be a reason. Otherwise she s a... | and he gave his queer little chuckle. Somehow this compliment appeared very old-fashioned and almost in bad taste. Mary actually felt herself blush, as if he had said "the sex" or "the ladies." Constrained, perhaps, by nervousness, Rodney continued in the same vein. "She knows enough enough for all decent purposes. Wha... | herself much attracted. She thought that if she were engaged to Katharine, she, too, would find herself very soon using those fretful questions with which William evidently teased his bride. And yet Katharine s voice was humble. "I wonder how you find the time to know all about pictures as well as books?" she asked. "H... | hold of the tea-kettle. "Let me see," Katharine said, "one puts hot water into the cups first, doesn t one? You have some dodge of your own, haven t you, William, about making tea?" Mary was half inclined to suspect that this was said in order to conceal nervousness, but if so, the concealment was unusually perfect. Ta... | with which William evidently teased his bride. And yet Katharine s voice was humble. "I wonder how you find the time to know all about pictures as well as books?" she asked. "How do I find the time?" William answered, delighted, Mary guessed, at this little compliment. "Why, I always travel with a notebook. And I ask m... | Night And Day |
"Don t you find that, too? Sometimes when we re alone, I ve counted the time on my watch" | William Rodney | he had frequently done already.<|quote|>"Don t you find that, too? Sometimes when we re alone, I ve counted the time on my watch"</|quote|>here he took out a | said, turning to Mary, as he had frequently done already.<|quote|>"Don t you find that, too? Sometimes when we re alone, I ve counted the time on my watch"</|quote|>here he took out a large gold watch, and tapped | Katharine. "At least," she added, as if to qualify her abruptness, "I find it difficult to talk to her." "Because you expect every one else to take all the trouble. I ve seen her sit silent a whole evening," he said, turning to Mary, as he had frequently done already.<|quote|>"Don t you find that, too? Sometimes when w... | you know the Ferrilbys, Miss Datchet? They own Trantem Abbey," he added, for her information, as she looked doubtful. "And if Katharine makes herself very charming to-night, perhaps ll lend it to us for the honeymoon." "I agree that may be a reason. Otherwise she s a dull woman," said Katharine. "At least," she added, ... | very old-fashioned and almost in bad taste. Mary actually felt herself blush, as if he had said "the sex" or "the ladies." Constrained, perhaps, by nervousness, Rodney continued in the same vein. "She knows enough enough for all decent purposes. What do you women want with learning, when you have so much else everythin... | Katharine, she, too, would find herself very soon using those fretful questions with which William evidently teased his bride. And yet Katharine s voice was humble. "I wonder how you find the time to know all about pictures as well as books?" she asked. "How do I find the time?" William answered, delighted, Mary guesse... | hot water into the cups first, doesn t one? You have some dodge of your own, haven t you, William, about making tea?" Mary was half inclined to suspect that this was said in order to conceal nervousness, but if so, the concealment was unusually perfect. Talk of marriage was dismissed. Katharine might have been seated i... | was superficially against him, it had the advantage of making his solid merits something of a surprise. He had kept notebooks; he knew a great deal about pictures. He could compare different examples in different galleries, and his authoritative answers to intelligent questions gained not a little, Mary felt, from the ... | Night And Day |
here he took out a large gold watch, and tapped the glass | No speaker | the time on my watch"<|quote|>here he took out a large gold watch, and tapped the glass</|quote|>"the time between one remark | re alone, I ve counted the time on my watch"<|quote|>here he took out a large gold watch, and tapped the glass</|quote|>"the time between one remark and the next. And once | "Because you expect every one else to take all the trouble. I ve seen her sit silent a whole evening," he said, turning to Mary, as he had frequently done already. "Don t you find that, too? Sometimes when we re alone, I ve counted the time on my watch"<|quote|>here he took out a large gold watch, and tapped the glass<... | "And if Katharine makes herself very charming to-night, perhaps ll lend it to us for the honeymoon." "I agree that may be a reason. Otherwise she s a dull woman," said Katharine. "At least," she added, as if to qualify her abruptness, "I find it difficult to talk to her." "Because you expect every one else to take all ... | or "the ladies." Constrained, perhaps, by nervousness, Rodney continued in the same vein. "She knows enough enough for all decent purposes. What do you women want with learning, when you have so much else everything, I should say everything. Leave us something, eh, Katharine?" "Leave you something?" said Katharine, app... | And yet Katharine s voice was humble. "I wonder how you find the time to know all about pictures as well as books?" she asked. "How do I find the time?" William answered, delighted, Mary guessed, at this little compliment. "Why, I always travel with a notebook. And I ask my way to the picture gallery the very first thi... | William, about making tea?" Mary was half inclined to suspect that this was said in order to conceal nervousness, but if so, the concealment was unusually perfect. Talk of marriage was dismissed. Katharine might have been seated in her own drawing-room, controlling a situation which presented no sort of difficulty to h... | my way to the picture gallery the very first thing in the morning. And then I meet men, and talk to them. There s a man in my office who knows all about the Flemish school. I was telling Miss Datchet about the Flemish school. I picked up a lot of it from him it s a way men have Gibbons, his name is. You must meet him. ... | Night And Day |
"the time between one remark and the next. And once I counted ten minutes and twenty seconds, and then, if you ll believe me, she only said Um!" | William Rodney | watch, and tapped the glass<|quote|>"the time between one remark and the next. And once I counted ten minutes and twenty seconds, and then, if you ll believe me, she only said Um!"</|quote|>"I m sure I m | took out a large gold watch, and tapped the glass<|quote|>"the time between one remark and the next. And once I counted ten minutes and twenty seconds, and then, if you ll believe me, she only said Um!"</|quote|>"I m sure I m sorry," Katharine apologized. "I know | ve seen her sit silent a whole evening," he said, turning to Mary, as he had frequently done already. "Don t you find that, too? Sometimes when we re alone, I ve counted the time on my watch" here he took out a large gold watch, and tapped the glass<|quote|>"the time between one remark and the next. And once I counted ... | to us for the honeymoon." "I agree that may be a reason. Otherwise she s a dull woman," said Katharine. "At least," she added, as if to qualify her abruptness, "I find it difficult to talk to her." "Because you expect every one else to take all the trouble. I ve seen her sit silent a whole evening," he said, turning to... | vein. "She knows enough enough for all decent purposes. What do you women want with learning, when you have so much else everything, I should say everything. Leave us something, eh, Katharine?" "Leave you something?" said Katharine, apparently waking from a brown study. "I was thinking we must be going" "Is it to-night... | the time to know all about pictures as well as books?" she asked. "How do I find the time?" William answered, delighted, Mary guessed, at this little compliment. "Why, I always travel with a notebook. And I ask my way to the picture gallery the very first thing in the morning. And then I meet men, and talk to them. The... | was said in order to conceal nervousness, but if so, the concealment was unusually perfect. Talk of marriage was dismissed. Katharine might have been seated in her own drawing-room, controlling a situation which presented no sort of difficulty to her trained mind. Rather to her surprise, Mary found herself making conve... | There s a man in my office who knows all about the Flemish school. I was telling Miss Datchet about the Flemish school. I picked up a lot of it from him it s a way men have Gibbons, his name is. You must meet him. We ll ask him to lunch. And this not caring about art," he explained, turning to Mary, "it s one of Kathar... | Night And Day |
"I m sure I m sorry," | Katharine Hilbery | me, she only said Um!"<|quote|>"I m sure I m sorry,"</|quote|>Katharine apologized. "I know it | then, if you ll believe me, she only said Um!"<|quote|>"I m sure I m sorry,"</|quote|>Katharine apologized. "I know it s a bad habit, but | re alone, I ve counted the time on my watch" here he took out a large gold watch, and tapped the glass "the time between one remark and the next. And once I counted ten minutes and twenty seconds, and then, if you ll believe me, she only said Um!"<|quote|>"I m sure I m sorry,"</|quote|>Katharine apologized. "I know it ... | her abruptness, "I find it difficult to talk to her." "Because you expect every one else to take all the trouble. I ve seen her sit silent a whole evening," he said, turning to Mary, as he had frequently done already. "Don t you find that, too? Sometimes when we re alone, I ve counted the time on my watch" here he took... | us something, eh, Katharine?" "Leave you something?" said Katharine, apparently waking from a brown study. "I was thinking we must be going" "Is it to-night that Lady Ferrilby dines with us? No, we mustn t be late," said Rodney, rising. "D you know the Ferrilbys, Miss Datchet? They own Trantem Abbey," he added, for her... | "Why, I always travel with a notebook. And I ask my way to the picture gallery the very first thing in the morning. And then I meet men, and talk to them. There s a man in my office who knows all about the Flemish school. I was telling Miss Datchet about the Flemish school. I picked up a lot of it from him it s a way m... | drawing-room, controlling a situation which presented no sort of difficulty to her trained mind. Rather to her surprise, Mary found herself making conversation with William about old Italian pictures, while Katharine poured out tea, cut cake, kept William s plate supplied, without joining more than was necessary in the... | men have Gibbons, his name is. You must meet him. We ll ask him to lunch. And this not caring about art," he explained, turning to Mary, "it s one of Katharine s poses, Miss Datchet. Did you know she posed? She pretends that she s never read Shakespeare. And why should she read Shakespeare, since she IS Shakespeare Ros... | Night And Day |
Katharine apologized. | No speaker | m sure I m sorry,"<|quote|>Katharine apologized.</|quote|>"I know it s a | she only said Um!" "I m sure I m sorry,"<|quote|>Katharine apologized.</|quote|>"I know it s a bad habit, but then, you | time on my watch" here he took out a large gold watch, and tapped the glass "the time between one remark and the next. And once I counted ten minutes and twenty seconds, and then, if you ll believe me, she only said Um!" "I m sure I m sorry,"<|quote|>Katharine apologized.</|quote|>"I know it s a bad habit, but then, yo... | to talk to her." "Because you expect every one else to take all the trouble. I ve seen her sit silent a whole evening," he said, turning to Mary, as he had frequently done already. "Don t you find that, too? Sometimes when we re alone, I ve counted the time on my watch" here he took out a large gold watch, and tapped t... | something?" said Katharine, apparently waking from a brown study. "I was thinking we must be going" "Is it to-night that Lady Ferrilby dines with us? No, we mustn t be late," said Rodney, rising. "D you know the Ferrilbys, Miss Datchet? They own Trantem Abbey," he added, for her information, as she looked doubtful. "An... | notebook. And I ask my way to the picture gallery the very first thing in the morning. And then I meet men, and talk to them. There s a man in my office who knows all about the Flemish school. I was telling Miss Datchet about the Flemish school. I picked up a lot of it from him it s a way men have Gibbons, his name is.... | no sort of difficulty to her trained mind. Rather to her surprise, Mary found herself making conversation with William about old Italian pictures, while Katharine poured out tea, cut cake, kept William s plate supplied, without joining more than was necessary in the conversation. She seemed to have taken possession of ... | it from him it s a way men have Gibbons, his name is. You must meet him. We ll ask him to lunch. And this not caring about art," he explained, turning to Mary, "it s one of Katharine s poses, Miss Datchet. Did you know she posed? She pretends that she s never read Shakespeare. And why should she read Shakespeare, since... | Night And Day |
"I know it s a bad habit, but then, you see, at home" | Katharine Hilbery | I m sorry," Katharine apologized.<|quote|>"I know it s a bad habit, but then, you see, at home"</|quote|>The rest of her excuse | said Um!" "I m sure I m sorry," Katharine apologized.<|quote|>"I know it s a bad habit, but then, you see, at home"</|quote|>The rest of her excuse was cut short, so far | my watch" here he took out a large gold watch, and tapped the glass "the time between one remark and the next. And once I counted ten minutes and twenty seconds, and then, if you ll believe me, she only said Um!" "I m sure I m sorry," Katharine apologized.<|quote|>"I know it s a bad habit, but then, you see, at home"</... | to her." "Because you expect every one else to take all the trouble. I ve seen her sit silent a whole evening," he said, turning to Mary, as he had frequently done already. "Don t you find that, too? Sometimes when we re alone, I ve counted the time on my watch" here he took out a large gold watch, and tapped the glass... | Katharine, apparently waking from a brown study. "I was thinking we must be going" "Is it to-night that Lady Ferrilby dines with us? No, we mustn t be late," said Rodney, rising. "D you know the Ferrilbys, Miss Datchet? They own Trantem Abbey," he added, for her information, as she looked doubtful. "And if Katharine ma... | I ask my way to the picture gallery the very first thing in the morning. And then I meet men, and talk to them. There s a man in my office who knows all about the Flemish school. I was telling Miss Datchet about the Flemish school. I picked up a lot of it from him it s a way men have Gibbons, his name is. You must meet... | of difficulty to her trained mind. Rather to her surprise, Mary found herself making conversation with William about old Italian pictures, while Katharine poured out tea, cut cake, kept William s plate supplied, without joining more than was necessary in the conversation. She seemed to have taken possession of Mary s r... | men, and talk to them. There s a man in my office who knows all about the Flemish school. I was telling Miss Datchet about the Flemish school. I picked up a lot of it from him it s a way men have Gibbons, his name is. You must meet him. We ll ask him to lunch. And this not caring about art," he explained, turning to Ma... | Night And Day |
The rest of her excuse was cut short, so far as Mary was concerned, by the closing of the door. She fancied she could hear William finding fresh fault on the stairs. A moment later, the door-bell rang again, and Katharine reappeared, having left her purse on a chair. She soon found it, and said, pausing for a moment at... | No speaker | then, you see, at home"<|quote|>The rest of her excuse was cut short, so far as Mary was concerned, by the closing of the door. She fancied she could hear William finding fresh fault on the stairs. A moment later, the door-bell rang again, and Katharine reappeared, having left her purse on a chair. She soon found it, a... | s a bad habit, but then, you see, at home"<|quote|>The rest of her excuse was cut short, so far as Mary was concerned, by the closing of the door. She fancied she could hear William finding fresh fault on the stairs. A moment later, the door-bell rang again, and Katharine reappeared, having left her purse on a chair. S... | glass "the time between one remark and the next. And once I counted ten minutes and twenty seconds, and then, if you ll believe me, she only said Um!" "I m sure I m sorry," Katharine apologized. "I know it s a bad habit, but then, you see, at home"<|quote|>The rest of her excuse was cut short, so far as Mary was concer... | I ve seen her sit silent a whole evening," he said, turning to Mary, as he had frequently done already. "Don t you find that, too? Sometimes when we re alone, I ve counted the time on my watch" here he took out a large gold watch, and tapped the glass "the time between one remark and the next. And once I counted ten mi... | going" "Is it to-night that Lady Ferrilby dines with us? No, we mustn t be late," said Rodney, rising. "D you know the Ferrilbys, Miss Datchet? They own Trantem Abbey," he added, for her information, as she looked doubtful. "And if Katharine makes herself very charming to-night, perhaps ll lend it to us for the honeymo... | the morning. And then I meet men, and talk to them. There s a man in my office who knows all about the Flemish school. I was telling Miss Datchet about the Flemish school. I picked up a lot of it from him it s a way men have Gibbons, his name is. You must meet him. We ll ask him to lunch. And this not caring about art,... | making conversation with William about old Italian pictures, while Katharine poured out tea, cut cake, kept William s plate supplied, without joining more than was necessary in the conversation. She seemed to have taken possession of Mary s room, and to handle the cups as if they belonged to her. But it was done so nat... | she posed? She pretends that she s never read Shakespeare. And why should she read Shakespeare, since she IS Shakespeare Rosalind, you know," and he gave his queer little chuckle. Somehow this compliment appeared very old-fashioned and almost in bad taste. Mary actually felt herself blush, as if he had said "the sex" o... | Night And Day |
"I think being engaged is very bad for the character." | Katharine Hilbery | differently as they were alone:<|quote|>"I think being engaged is very bad for the character."</|quote|>She shook her purse in | at the door, and speaking differently as they were alone:<|quote|>"I think being engaged is very bad for the character."</|quote|>She shook her purse in her hand until the coins | door. She fancied she could hear William finding fresh fault on the stairs. A moment later, the door-bell rang again, and Katharine reappeared, having left her purse on a chair. She soon found it, and said, pausing for a moment at the door, and speaking differently as they were alone:<|quote|>"I think being engaged is ... | then, if you ll believe me, she only said Um!" "I m sure I m sorry," Katharine apologized. "I know it s a bad habit, but then, you see, at home" The rest of her excuse was cut short, so far as Mary was concerned, by the closing of the door. She fancied she could hear William finding fresh fault on the stairs. A moment ... | said Katharine. "At least," she added, as if to qualify her abruptness, "I find it difficult to talk to her." "Because you expect every one else to take all the trouble. I ve seen her sit silent a whole evening," he said, turning to Mary, as he had frequently done already. "Don t you find that, too? Sometimes when we r... | he explained, turning to Mary, "it s one of Katharine s poses, Miss Datchet. Did you know she posed? She pretends that she s never read Shakespeare. And why should she read Shakespeare, since she IS Shakespeare Rosalind, you know," and he gave his queer little chuckle. Somehow this compliment appeared very old-fashione... | putting her hand on Katharine s knee, affectionately, for an instant. Was there something maternal in this assumption of control? And thinking of Katharine as one who would soon be married, these maternal airs filled Mary s mind with a new tenderness, and even with awe. Katharine seemed very much older and more experie... | it to us for the honeymoon." "I agree that may be a reason. Otherwise she s a dull woman," said Katharine. "At least," she added, as if to qualify her abruptness, "I find it difficult to talk to her." "Because you expect every one else to take all the trouble. I ve seen her sit silent a whole evening," he said, turning... | Night And Day |
She shook her purse in her hand until the coins jingled, as if she alluded merely to this example of her forgetfulness. But the remark puzzled Mary; it seemed to refer to something else; and her manner had changed so strangely, now that William was out of hearing, that she could not help looking at her for an explanati... | No speaker | very bad for the character."<|quote|>She shook her purse in her hand until the coins jingled, as if she alluded merely to this example of her forgetfulness. But the remark puzzled Mary; it seemed to refer to something else; and her manner had changed so strangely, now that William was out of hearing, that she could not... | "I think being engaged is very bad for the character."<|quote|>She shook her purse in her hand until the coins jingled, as if she alluded merely to this example of her forgetfulness. But the remark puzzled Mary; it seemed to refer to something else; and her manner had changed so strangely, now that William was out of h... | on the stairs. A moment later, the door-bell rang again, and Katharine reappeared, having left her purse on a chair. She soon found it, and said, pausing for a moment at the door, and speaking differently as they were alone: "I think being engaged is very bad for the character."<|quote|>She shook her purse in her hand ... | "I m sure I m sorry," Katharine apologized. "I know it s a bad habit, but then, you see, at home" The rest of her excuse was cut short, so far as Mary was concerned, by the closing of the door. She fancied she could hear William finding fresh fault on the stairs. A moment later, the door-bell rang again, and Katharine ... | her abruptness, "I find it difficult to talk to her." "Because you expect every one else to take all the trouble. I ve seen her sit silent a whole evening," he said, turning to Mary, as he had frequently done already. "Don t you find that, too? Sometimes when we re alone, I ve counted the time on my watch" here he took... | s poses, Miss Datchet. Did you know she posed? She pretends that she s never read Shakespeare. And why should she read Shakespeare, since she IS Shakespeare Rosalind, you know," and he gave his queer little chuckle. Somehow this compliment appeared very old-fashioned and almost in bad taste. Mary actually felt herself ... | instant. Was there something maternal in this assumption of control? And thinking of Katharine as one who would soon be married, these maternal airs filled Mary s mind with a new tenderness, and even with awe. Katharine seemed very much older and more experienced than she was. Meanwhile Rodney talked. If his appearance... | do you women want with learning, when you have so much else everything, I should say everything. Leave us something, eh, Katharine?" "Leave you something?" said Katharine, apparently waking from a brown study. "I was thinking we must be going" "Is it to-night that Lady Ferrilby dines with us? No, we mustn t be late," s... | Night And Day |
said Elizabeth decidedly, when the plan was explained to her. | No speaker | arrived. "But that s absurd,"<|quote|>said Elizabeth decidedly, when the plan was explained to her.</|quote|>"There are five spare rooms, | the roses, when the letter arrived. "But that s absurd,"<|quote|>said Elizabeth decidedly, when the plan was explained to her.</|quote|>"There are five spare rooms, even when the boys are | village. This was followed by a letter explaining that he hoped he might have his meals with them; but quiet, essential for his work, made it necessary to sleep out. Mary was walking in the garden with Elizabeth, and inspecting the roses, when the letter arrived. "But that s absurd,"<|quote|>said Elizabeth decidedly, w... | be spoken by either of them, unless, indeed, some catastrophe made mention of it unavoidable. Mary went down to Disham without knowing whether Ralph intended to come; but two or three days before Christmas she received a telegram from Ralph, asking her to take a room for him in the village. This was followed by a lette... | of the chickens, and the care of the poor, she scarcely knew what it was to have an idle minute. An extreme rectitude of mind, rather than any gift, gave her weight in the family. When Mary wrote to say that she had asked Ralph Denham to stay with them, she added, out of deference to Elizabeth s character, that he was ... | Councils; and at this period of his life (he was sixty-eight) he was beginning to be commiserated by tender old ladies for the extreme leanness of his person, which, they said, was worn out upon the roads when it should have been resting before a comfortable fire. His elder daughter, Elizabeth, lived with him and manag... | great kitchen, with its narrow red tiles, as the Rector would point out to his guests on the first night of their arrival, taking his brass candlestick, and bidding them mind the steps up and the steps down, and notice the immense thickness of the walls, the old beams across the ceiling, the staircases as steep as ladd... | habit over him, he rose from his chair at the same hour, and paced his study for the same length of time, pausing now and then to straighten some book in the bookcase, or alter the position of the two brass crucifixes standing upon cairns of serpentine stone upon the mantelpiece. His children had a great respect for hi... | Night And Day |
"But perhaps he doesn t want to see so much of us," | Mary Datchet | work if he s overworked."<|quote|>"But perhaps he doesn t want to see so much of us,"</|quote|>Mary thought to herself, although | And he oughtn t to work if he s overworked."<|quote|>"But perhaps he doesn t want to see so much of us,"</|quote|>Mary thought to herself, although outwardly she assented, and felt | roses, when the letter arrived. "But that s absurd," said Elizabeth decidedly, when the plan was explained to her. "There are five spare rooms, even when the boys are here. Besides, he wouldn t get a room in the village. And he oughtn t to work if he s overworked."<|quote|>"But perhaps he doesn t want to see so much of... | her to take a room for him in the village. This was followed by a letter explaining that he hoped he might have his meals with them; but quiet, essential for his work, made it necessary to sleep out. Mary was walking in the garden with Elizabeth, and inspecting the roses, when the letter arrived. "But that s absurd," s... | she had asked Ralph Denham to stay with them, she added, out of deference to Elizabeth s character, that he was very nice, though rather queer, and had been overworking himself in London. No doubt Elizabeth would conclude that Ralph was in love with her, but there could be no doubt either that not a word of this would ... | been resting before a comfortable fire. His elder daughter, Elizabeth, lived with him and managed the house, and already much resembled him in dry sincerity and methodical habit of mind; of the two sons one, Richard, was an estate agent, the other, Christopher, was reading for the Bar. At Christmas, naturally, they met... | immense thickness of the walls, the old beams across the ceiling, the staircases as steep as ladders, and the attics, with their deep, tent-like roofs, in which swallows bred, and once a white owl. But nothing very interesting or very beautiful had resulted from the different additions made by the different rectors. Th... | fine flock of yellow chickens, sketched a little, certain rose-trees in the garden were committed specially to her care; and what with the care of the house, the care of the chickens, and the care of the poor, she scarcely knew what it was to have an idle minute. An extreme rectitude of mind, rather than any gift, gave... | Night And Day |
Mary thought to herself, although outwardly she assented, and felt grateful to Elizabeth for supporting her in what was, of course, her desire. They were cutting roses at the time, and laying them, head by head, in a shallow basket. | No speaker | see so much of us,"<|quote|>Mary thought to herself, although outwardly she assented, and felt grateful to Elizabeth for supporting her in what was, of course, her desire. They were cutting roses at the time, and laying them, head by head, in a shallow basket.</|quote|>"If Ralph were here, he | he doesn t want to see so much of us,"<|quote|>Mary thought to herself, although outwardly she assented, and felt grateful to Elizabeth for supporting her in what was, of course, her desire. They were cutting roses at the time, and laying them, head by head, in a shallow basket.</|quote|>"If Ralph were here, he d find ... | when the plan was explained to her. "There are five spare rooms, even when the boys are here. Besides, he wouldn t get a room in the village. And he oughtn t to work if he s overworked." "But perhaps he doesn t want to see so much of us,"<|quote|>Mary thought to herself, although outwardly she assented, and felt gratef... | followed by a letter explaining that he hoped he might have his meals with them; but quiet, essential for his work, made it necessary to sleep out. Mary was walking in the garden with Elizabeth, and inspecting the roses, when the letter arrived. "But that s absurd," said Elizabeth decidedly, when the plan was explained... | of deference to Elizabeth s character, that he was very nice, though rather queer, and had been overworking himself in London. No doubt Elizabeth would conclude that Ralph was in love with her, but there could be no doubt either that not a word of this would be spoken by either of them, unless, indeed, some catastrophe... | him and managed the house, and already much resembled him in dry sincerity and methodical habit of mind; of the two sons one, Richard, was an estate agent, the other, Christopher, was reading for the Bar. At Christmas, naturally, they met together; and for a month past the arrangement of the Christmas week had been muc... | staircases as steep as ladders, and the attics, with their deep, tent-like roofs, in which swallows bred, and once a white owl. But nothing very interesting or very beautiful had resulted from the different additions made by the different rectors. The house, however, was surrounded by a garden, in which the Rector took... | same length of time, pausing now and then to straighten some book in the bookcase, or alter the position of the two brass crucifixes standing upon cairns of serpentine stone upon the mantelpiece. His children had a great respect for him, credited him with far more learning than he actually possessed, and saw that his h... | Night And Day |
"If Ralph were here, he d find this very dull," | Mary Datchet | head, in a shallow basket.<|quote|>"If Ralph were here, he d find this very dull,"</|quote|>Mary thought, with a little | and laying them, head by head, in a shallow basket.<|quote|>"If Ralph were here, he d find this very dull,"</|quote|>Mary thought, with a little shiver of irritation, which led | he doesn t want to see so much of us," Mary thought to herself, although outwardly she assented, and felt grateful to Elizabeth for supporting her in what was, of course, her desire. They were cutting roses at the time, and laying them, head by head, in a shallow basket.<|quote|>"If Ralph were here, he d find this very... | the letter arrived. "But that s absurd," said Elizabeth decidedly, when the plan was explained to her. "There are five spare rooms, even when the boys are here. Besides, he wouldn t get a room in the village. And he oughtn t to work if he s overworked." "But perhaps he doesn t want to see so much of us," Mary thought t... | that not a word of this would be spoken by either of them, unless, indeed, some catastrophe made mention of it unavoidable. Mary went down to Disham without knowing whether Ralph intended to come; but two or three days before Christmas she received a telegram from Ralph, asking her to take a room for him in the village... | met together; and for a month past the arrangement of the Christmas week had been much in the mind of mistress and maid, who prided themselves every year more confidently upon the excellence of their equipment. The late Mrs. Datchet had left an excellent cupboard of linen, to which Elizabeth had succeeded at the age of... | The house, however, was surrounded by a garden, in which the Rector took considerable pride. The lawn, which fronted the drawing-room windows, was a rich and uniform green, unspotted by a single daisy, and on the other side of it two straight paths led past beds of tall, standing flowers to a charming grassy walk, wher... | of purpose and power of self-sacrifice than of intellect or of originality. On cold and windy nights he rode off to visit sick people, who might need him, without a murmur; and by virtue of doing dull duties punctually, he was much employed upon committees and local Boards and Councils; and at this period of his life (... | Night And Day |
Mary thought, with a little shiver of irritation, which led her to place her rose the wrong way in the basket. Meanwhile, they had come to the end of the path, and while Elizabeth straightened some flowers, and made them stand upright within their fence of string, Mary looked at her father, who was pacing up and down, ... | No speaker | d find this very dull,"<|quote|>Mary thought, with a little shiver of irritation, which led her to place her rose the wrong way in the basket. Meanwhile, they had come to the end of the path, and while Elizabeth straightened some flowers, and made them stand upright within their fence of string, Mary looked at her fath... | "If Ralph were here, he d find this very dull,"<|quote|>Mary thought, with a little shiver of irritation, which led her to place her rose the wrong way in the basket. Meanwhile, they had come to the end of the path, and while Elizabeth straightened some flowers, and made them stand upright within their fence of string,... | Mary thought to herself, although outwardly she assented, and felt grateful to Elizabeth for supporting her in what was, of course, her desire. They were cutting roses at the time, and laying them, head by head, in a shallow basket. "If Ralph were here, he d find this very dull,"<|quote|>Mary thought, with a little shi... | when the plan was explained to her. "There are five spare rooms, even when the boys are here. Besides, he wouldn t get a room in the village. And he oughtn t to work if he s overworked." "But perhaps he doesn t want to see so much of us," Mary thought to herself, although outwardly she assented, and felt grateful to El... | either of them, unless, indeed, some catastrophe made mention of it unavoidable. Mary went down to Disham without knowing whether Ralph intended to come; but two or three days before Christmas she received a telegram from Ralph, asking her to take a room for him in the village. This was followed by a letter explaining ... | the Christmas week had been much in the mind of mistress and maid, who prided themselves every year more confidently upon the excellence of their equipment. The late Mrs. Datchet had left an excellent cupboard of linen, to which Elizabeth had succeeded at the age of nineteen, when her mother died, and the charge of the... | the Rector took considerable pride. The lawn, which fronted the drawing-room windows, was a rich and uniform green, unspotted by a single daisy, and on the other side of it two straight paths led past beds of tall, standing flowers to a charming grassy walk, where the Rev. Wyndham Datchet would pace up and down at the ... | mistress and maid, who prided themselves every year more confidently upon the excellence of their equipment. The late Mrs. Datchet had left an excellent cupboard of linen, to which Elizabeth had succeeded at the age of nineteen, when her mother died, and the charge of the family rested upon the shoulders of the eldest ... | Night And Day |
"A flower for your buttonhole, father," | Mary Datchet | her hand on his arm.<|quote|>"A flower for your buttonhole, father,"</|quote|>she said, presenting a rose. | the grass walk and put her hand on his arm.<|quote|>"A flower for your buttonhole, father,"</|quote|>she said, presenting a rose. "Eh, dear?" said Mr. Datchet, | Mary looked at her father, who was pacing up and down, with his hand behind his back and his head bowed in meditation. Obeying an impulse which sprang from some desire to interrupt this methodical marching, Mary stepped on to the grass walk and put her hand on his arm.<|quote|>"A flower for your buttonhole, father,"</|... | this very dull," Mary thought, with a little shiver of irritation, which led her to place her rose the wrong way in the basket. Meanwhile, they had come to the end of the path, and while Elizabeth straightened some flowers, and made them stand upright within their fence of string, Mary looked at her father, who was pac... | said Elizabeth decidedly, when the plan was explained to her. "There are five spare rooms, even when the boys are here. Besides, he wouldn t get a room in the village. And he oughtn t to work if he s overworked." "But perhaps he doesn t want to see so much of us," Mary thought to herself, although outwardly she assente... | of the chickens, and the care of the poor, she scarcely knew what it was to have an idle minute. An extreme rectitude of mind, rather than any gift, gave her weight in the family. When Mary wrote to say that she had asked Ralph Denham to stay with them, she added, out of deference to Elizabeth s character, that he was ... | from memory. He had most of Horace by heart, and had got into the habit of connecting this particular walk with certain odes which he repeated duly, at the same time noting the condition of his flowers, and stooping now and again to pick any that were withered or overblown. On wet days, such was the power of habit over... | of mind; of the two sons one, Richard, was an estate agent, the other, Christopher, was reading for the Bar. At Christmas, naturally, they met together; and for a month past the arrangement of the Christmas week had been much in the mind of mistress and maid, who prided themselves every year more confidently upon the e... | Night And Day |
she said, presenting a rose. | No speaker | flower for your buttonhole, father,"<|quote|>she said, presenting a rose.</|quote|>"Eh, dear?" said Mr. Datchet, | hand on his arm. "A flower for your buttonhole, father,"<|quote|>she said, presenting a rose.</|quote|>"Eh, dear?" said Mr. Datchet, taking the flower, and holding | was pacing up and down, with his hand behind his back and his head bowed in meditation. Obeying an impulse which sprang from some desire to interrupt this methodical marching, Mary stepped on to the grass walk and put her hand on his arm. "A flower for your buttonhole, father,"<|quote|>she said, presenting a rose.</|qu... | a little shiver of irritation, which led her to place her rose the wrong way in the basket. Meanwhile, they had come to the end of the path, and while Elizabeth straightened some flowers, and made them stand upright within their fence of string, Mary looked at her father, who was pacing up and down, with his hand behin... | was explained to her. "There are five spare rooms, even when the boys are here. Besides, he wouldn t get a room in the village. And he oughtn t to work if he s overworked." "But perhaps he doesn t want to see so much of us," Mary thought to herself, although outwardly she assented, and felt grateful to Elizabeth for su... | of the poor, she scarcely knew what it was to have an idle minute. An extreme rectitude of mind, rather than any gift, gave her weight in the family. When Mary wrote to say that she had asked Ralph Denham to stay with them, she added, out of deference to Elizabeth s character, that he was very nice, though rather queer... | Horace by heart, and had got into the habit of connecting this particular walk with certain odes which he repeated duly, at the same time noting the condition of his flowers, and stooping now and again to pick any that were withered or overblown. On wet days, such was the power of habit over him, he rose from his chair... | leanness of his person, which, they said, was worn out upon the roads when it should have been resting before a comfortable fire. His elder daughter, Elizabeth, lived with him and managed the house, and already much resembled him in dry sincerity and methodical habit of mind; of the two sons one, Richard, was an estate... | Night And Day |
said Mr. Datchet, taking the flower, and holding it at an angle which suited his bad eyesight, without pausing in his walk. | No speaker | presenting a rose. "Eh, dear?"<|quote|>said Mr. Datchet, taking the flower, and holding it at an angle which suited his bad eyesight, without pausing in his walk.</|quote|>"Where does this fellow come | your buttonhole, father," she said, presenting a rose. "Eh, dear?"<|quote|>said Mr. Datchet, taking the flower, and holding it at an angle which suited his bad eyesight, without pausing in his walk.</|quote|>"Where does this fellow come from? One of Elizabeth s | hand behind his back and his head bowed in meditation. Obeying an impulse which sprang from some desire to interrupt this methodical marching, Mary stepped on to the grass walk and put her hand on his arm. "A flower for your buttonhole, father," she said, presenting a rose. "Eh, dear?"<|quote|>said Mr. Datchet, taking ... | her to place her rose the wrong way in the basket. Meanwhile, they had come to the end of the path, and while Elizabeth straightened some flowers, and made them stand upright within their fence of string, Mary looked at her father, who was pacing up and down, with his hand behind his back and his head bowed in meditati... | spare rooms, even when the boys are here. Besides, he wouldn t get a room in the village. And he oughtn t to work if he s overworked." "But perhaps he doesn t want to see so much of us," Mary thought to herself, although outwardly she assented, and felt grateful to Elizabeth for supporting her in what was, of course, h... | it was to have an idle minute. An extreme rectitude of mind, rather than any gift, gave her weight in the family. When Mary wrote to say that she had asked Ralph Denham to stay with them, she added, out of deference to Elizabeth s character, that he was very nice, though rather queer, and had been overworking himself i... | the habit of connecting this particular walk with certain odes which he repeated duly, at the same time noting the condition of his flowers, and stooping now and again to pick any that were withered or overblown. On wet days, such was the power of habit over him, he rose from his chair at the same hour, and paced his s... | the poor, she scarcely knew what it was to have an idle minute. An extreme rectitude of mind, rather than any gift, gave her weight in the family. When Mary wrote to say that she had asked Ralph Denham to stay with them, she added, out of deference to Elizabeth s character, that he was very nice, though rather queer, a... | Night And Day |
He had a habit, Mary remarked, and she had never noticed it so clearly before, of letting his sentences tail away in a continuous murmur, whereupon he passed into a state of abstraction, presumed by his children to indicate some train of thought too profound for utterance. | No speaker | leave, and quite right, too."<|quote|>He had a habit, Mary remarked, and she had never noticed it so clearly before, of letting his sentences tail away in a continuous murmur, whereupon he passed into a state of abstraction, presumed by his children to indicate some train of thought too profound for utterance.</|quote|... | her roses picked without her leave, and quite right, too."<|quote|>He had a habit, Mary remarked, and she had never noticed it so clearly before, of letting his sentences tail away in a continuous murmur, whereupon he passed into a state of abstraction, presumed by his children to indicate some train of thought too pro... | the flower, and holding it at an angle which suited his bad eyesight, without pausing in his walk. "Where does this fellow come from? One of Elizabeth s roses I hope you asked her leave. Elizabeth doesn t like having her roses picked without her leave, and quite right, too."<|quote|>He had a habit, Mary remarked, and s... | and his head bowed in meditation. Obeying an impulse which sprang from some desire to interrupt this methodical marching, Mary stepped on to the grass walk and put her hand on his arm. "A flower for your buttonhole, father," she said, presenting a rose. "Eh, dear?" said Mr. Datchet, taking the flower, and holding it at... | supporting her in what was, of course, her desire. They were cutting roses at the time, and laying them, head by head, in a shallow basket. "If Ralph were here, he d find this very dull," Mary thought, with a little shiver of irritation, which led her to place her rose the wrong way in the basket. Meanwhile, they had c... | and had been overworking himself in London. No doubt Elizabeth would conclude that Ralph was in love with her, but there could be no doubt either that not a word of this would be spoken by either of them, unless, indeed, some catastrophe made mention of it unavoidable. Mary went down to Disham without knowing whether R... | the same hour, and paced his study for the same length of time, pausing now and then to straighten some book in the bookcase, or alter the position of the two brass crucifixes standing upon cairns of serpentine stone upon the mantelpiece. His children had a great respect for him, credited him with far more learning tha... | it was to have an idle minute. An extreme rectitude of mind, rather than any gift, gave her weight in the family. When Mary wrote to say that she had asked Ralph Denham to stay with them, she added, out of deference to Elizabeth s character, that he was very nice, though rather queer, and had been overworking himself i... | Night And Day |
"What?" | Mary Datchet | thought too profound for utterance.<|quote|>"What?"</|quote|>said Mary, interrupting, for the | to indicate some train of thought too profound for utterance.<|quote|>"What?"</|quote|>said Mary, interrupting, for the first time in her life, | quite right, too." He had a habit, Mary remarked, and she had never noticed it so clearly before, of letting his sentences tail away in a continuous murmur, whereupon he passed into a state of abstraction, presumed by his children to indicate some train of thought too profound for utterance.<|quote|>"What?"</|quote|>sa... | Mr. Datchet, taking the flower, and holding it at an angle which suited his bad eyesight, without pausing in his walk. "Where does this fellow come from? One of Elizabeth s roses I hope you asked her leave. Elizabeth doesn t like having her roses picked without her leave, and quite right, too." He had a habit, Mary rem... | to place her rose the wrong way in the basket. Meanwhile, they had come to the end of the path, and while Elizabeth straightened some flowers, and made them stand upright within their fence of string, Mary looked at her father, who was pacing up and down, with his hand behind his back and his head bowed in meditation. ... | unavoidable. Mary went down to Disham without knowing whether Ralph intended to come; but two or three days before Christmas she received a telegram from Ralph, asking her to take a room for him in the village. This was followed by a letter explaining that he hoped he might have his meals with them; but quiet, essentia... | respect for him, credited him with far more learning than he actually possessed, and saw that his habits were not interfered with, if possible. Like most people who do things methodically, the Rector himself had more strength of purpose and power of self-sacrifice than of intellect or of originality. On cold and windy ... | stay with them, she added, out of deference to Elizabeth s character, that he was very nice, though rather queer, and had been overworking himself in London. No doubt Elizabeth would conclude that Ralph was in love with her, but there could be no doubt either that not a word of this would be spoken by either of them, u... | Night And Day |
said Mary, interrupting, for the first time in her life, perhaps, when the murmur ceased. He made no reply. She knew very well that he wished to be left alone, but she stuck to his side much as she might have stuck to some sleep-walker, whom she thought it right gradually to awaken. She could think of nothing to rouse ... | No speaker | too profound for utterance. "What?"<|quote|>said Mary, interrupting, for the first time in her life, perhaps, when the murmur ceased. He made no reply. She knew very well that he wished to be left alone, but she stuck to his side much as she might have stuck to some sleep-walker, whom she thought it right gradually to ... | indicate some train of thought too profound for utterance. "What?"<|quote|>said Mary, interrupting, for the first time in her life, perhaps, when the murmur ceased. He made no reply. She knew very well that he wished to be left alone, but she stuck to his side much as she might have stuck to some sleep-walker, whom she... | right, too." He had a habit, Mary remarked, and she had never noticed it so clearly before, of letting his sentences tail away in a continuous murmur, whereupon he passed into a state of abstraction, presumed by his children to indicate some train of thought too profound for utterance. "What?"<|quote|>said Mary, interr... | Datchet, taking the flower, and holding it at an angle which suited his bad eyesight, without pausing in his walk. "Where does this fellow come from? One of Elizabeth s roses I hope you asked her leave. Elizabeth doesn t like having her roses picked without her leave, and quite right, too." He had a habit, Mary remarke... | place her rose the wrong way in the basket. Meanwhile, they had come to the end of the path, and while Elizabeth straightened some flowers, and made them stand upright within their fence of string, Mary looked at her father, who was pacing up and down, with his hand behind his back and his head bowed in meditation. Obe... | Mary went down to Disham without knowing whether Ralph intended to come; but two or three days before Christmas she received a telegram from Ralph, asking her to take a room for him in the village. This was followed by a letter explaining that he hoped he might have his meals with them; but quiet, essential for his wor... | for him, credited him with far more learning than he actually possessed, and saw that his habits were not interfered with, if possible. Like most people who do things methodically, the Rector himself had more strength of purpose and power of self-sacrifice than of intellect or of originality. On cold and windy nights h... | this very dull," Mary thought, with a little shiver of irritation, which led her to place her rose the wrong way in the basket. Meanwhile, they had come to the end of the path, and while Elizabeth straightened some flowers, and made them stand upright within their fence of string, Mary looked at her father, who was pac... | Night And Day |
"The garden s looking very nice, father." | Mary Datchet | to rouse him with except:<|quote|>"The garden s looking very nice, father."</|quote|>"Yes, yes, yes," said Mr. | She could think of nothing to rouse him with except:<|quote|>"The garden s looking very nice, father."</|quote|>"Yes, yes, yes," said Mr. Datchet, running his words together | murmur ceased. He made no reply. She knew very well that he wished to be left alone, but she stuck to his side much as she might have stuck to some sleep-walker, whom she thought it right gradually to awaken. She could think of nothing to rouse him with except:<|quote|>"The garden s looking very nice, father."</|quote|... | it so clearly before, of letting his sentences tail away in a continuous murmur, whereupon he passed into a state of abstraction, presumed by his children to indicate some train of thought too profound for utterance. "What?" said Mary, interrupting, for the first time in her life, perhaps, when the murmur ceased. He ma... | from some desire to interrupt this methodical marching, Mary stepped on to the grass walk and put her hand on his arm. "A flower for your buttonhole, father," she said, presenting a rose. "Eh, dear?" said Mr. Datchet, taking the flower, and holding it at an angle which suited his bad eyesight, without pausing in his wa... | sleep out. Mary was walking in the garden with Elizabeth, and inspecting the roses, when the letter arrived. "But that s absurd," said Elizabeth decidedly, when the plan was explained to her. "There are five spare rooms, even when the boys are here. Besides, he wouldn t get a room in the village. And he oughtn t to wor... | him, without a murmur; and by virtue of doing dull duties punctually, he was much employed upon committees and local Boards and Councils; and at this period of his life (he was sixty-eight) he was beginning to be commiserated by tender old ladies for the extreme leanness of his person, which, they said, was worn out up... | in the basket. Meanwhile, they had come to the end of the path, and while Elizabeth straightened some flowers, and made them stand upright within their fence of string, Mary looked at her father, who was pacing up and down, with his hand behind his back and his head bowed in meditation. Obeying an impulse which sprang ... | Night And Day |
said Mr. Datchet, running his words together in the same abstracted manner, and sinking his head yet lower upon his breast. And suddenly, as they turned their steps to retrace their way, he jerked out: | No speaker | nice, father." "Yes, yes, yes,"<|quote|>said Mr. Datchet, running his words together in the same abstracted manner, and sinking his head yet lower upon his breast. And suddenly, as they turned their steps to retrace their way, he jerked out:</|quote|>"The traffic s very much | "The garden s looking very nice, father." "Yes, yes, yes,"<|quote|>said Mr. Datchet, running his words together in the same abstracted manner, and sinking his head yet lower upon his breast. And suddenly, as they turned their steps to retrace their way, he jerked out:</|quote|>"The traffic s very much increased, you kn... | that he wished to be left alone, but she stuck to his side much as she might have stuck to some sleep-walker, whom she thought it right gradually to awaken. She could think of nothing to rouse him with except: "The garden s looking very nice, father." "Yes, yes, yes,"<|quote|>said Mr. Datchet, running his words togethe... | in a continuous murmur, whereupon he passed into a state of abstraction, presumed by his children to indicate some train of thought too profound for utterance. "What?" said Mary, interrupting, for the first time in her life, perhaps, when the murmur ceased. He made no reply. She knew very well that he wished to be left... | on to the grass walk and put her hand on his arm. "A flower for your buttonhole, father," she said, presenting a rose. "Eh, dear?" said Mr. Datchet, taking the flower, and holding it at an angle which suited his bad eyesight, without pausing in his walk. "Where does this fellow come from? One of Elizabeth s roses I hop... | and inspecting the roses, when the letter arrived. "But that s absurd," said Elizabeth decidedly, when the plan was explained to her. "There are five spare rooms, even when the boys are here. Besides, he wouldn t get a room in the village. And he oughtn t to work if he s overworked." "But perhaps he doesn t want to see... | duties punctually, he was much employed upon committees and local Boards and Councils; and at this period of his life (he was sixty-eight) he was beginning to be commiserated by tender old ladies for the extreme leanness of his person, which, they said, was worn out upon the roads when it should have been resting befor... | t want to see so much of us," Mary thought to herself, although outwardly she assented, and felt grateful to Elizabeth for supporting her in what was, of course, her desire. They were cutting roses at the time, and laying them, head by head, in a shallow basket. "If Ralph were here, he d find this very dull," Mary thou... | Night And Day |
She said | No speaker | old 3.10 yesterday, I suppose?"<|quote|>She said</|quote|>"Yes," as he seemed to | know. You came by the old 3.10 yesterday, I suppose?"<|quote|>She said</|quote|>"Yes," as he seemed to wish for a reply, and | "The traffic s very much increased, you know. More rolling-stock needed already. Forty trucks went down yesterday by the 12.15 counted them myself. They ve taken off the 9.3, and given us an 8.30 instead suits the business men, you know. You came by the old 3.10 yesterday, I suppose?"<|quote|>She said</|quote|>"Yes," a... | to rouse him with except: "The garden s looking very nice, father." "Yes, yes, yes," said Mr. Datchet, running his words together in the same abstracted manner, and sinking his head yet lower upon his breast. And suddenly, as they turned their steps to retrace their way, he jerked out: "The traffic s very much increase... | and she had never noticed it so clearly before, of letting his sentences tail away in a continuous murmur, whereupon he passed into a state of abstraction, presumed by his children to indicate some train of thought too profound for utterance. "What?" said Mary, interrupting, for the first time in her life, perhaps, whe... | course, her desire. They were cutting roses at the time, and laying them, head by head, in a shallow basket. "If Ralph were here, he d find this very dull," Mary thought, with a little shiver of irritation, which led her to place her rose the wrong way in the basket. Meanwhile, they had come to the end of the path, and... | two sons one, Richard, was an estate agent, the other, Christopher, was reading for the Bar. At Christmas, naturally, they met together; and for a month past the arrangement of the Christmas week had been much in the mind of mistress and maid, who prided themselves every year more confidently upon the excellence of the... | her leave. Elizabeth doesn t like having her roses picked without her leave, and quite right, too." He had a habit, Mary remarked, and she had never noticed it so clearly before, of letting his sentences tail away in a continuous murmur, whereupon he passed into a state of abstraction, presumed by his children to indic... | Night And Day |
"Yes," | Mary Datchet | yesterday, I suppose?" She said<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>as he seemed to wish | came by the old 3.10 yesterday, I suppose?" She said<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>as he seemed to wish for a reply, and then | s very much increased, you know. More rolling-stock needed already. Forty trucks went down yesterday by the 12.15 counted them myself. They ve taken off the 9.3, and given us an 8.30 instead suits the business men, you know. You came by the old 3.10 yesterday, I suppose?" She said<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>as he seemed t... | him with except: "The garden s looking very nice, father." "Yes, yes, yes," said Mr. Datchet, running his words together in the same abstracted manner, and sinking his head yet lower upon his breast. And suddenly, as they turned their steps to retrace their way, he jerked out: "The traffic s very much increased, you kn... | had never noticed it so clearly before, of letting his sentences tail away in a continuous murmur, whereupon he passed into a state of abstraction, presumed by his children to indicate some train of thought too profound for utterance. "What?" said Mary, interrupting, for the first time in her life, perhaps, when the mu... | desire. They were cutting roses at the time, and laying them, head by head, in a shallow basket. "If Ralph were here, he d find this very dull," Mary thought, with a little shiver of irritation, which led her to place her rose the wrong way in the basket. Meanwhile, they had come to the end of the path, and while Eliza... | one, Richard, was an estate agent, the other, Christopher, was reading for the Bar. At Christmas, naturally, they met together; and for a month past the arrangement of the Christmas week had been much in the mind of mistress and maid, who prided themselves every year more confidently upon the excellence of their equipm... | be spoken by either of them, unless, indeed, some catastrophe made mention of it unavoidable. Mary went down to Disham without knowing whether Ralph intended to come; but two or three days before Christmas she received a telegram from Ralph, asking her to take a room for him in the village. This was followed by a lette... | Night And Day |
as he seemed to wish for a reply, and then he looked at his watch, and made off down the path towards the house, holding the rose at the same angle in front of him. Elizabeth had gone round to the side of the house, where the chickens lived, so that Mary found herself alone, holding Ralph s letter in her hand. She was ... | No speaker | I suppose?" She said "Yes,"<|quote|>as he seemed to wish for a reply, and then he looked at his watch, and made off down the path towards the house, holding the rose at the same angle in front of him. Elizabeth had gone round to the side of the house, where the chickens lived, so that Mary found herself alone, holding ... | by the old 3.10 yesterday, I suppose?" She said "Yes,"<|quote|>as he seemed to wish for a reply, and then he looked at his watch, and made off down the path towards the house, holding the rose at the same angle in front of him. Elizabeth had gone round to the side of the house, where the chickens lived, so that Mary fo... | very much increased, you know. More rolling-stock needed already. Forty trucks went down yesterday by the 12.15 counted them myself. They ve taken off the 9.3, and given us an 8.30 instead suits the business men, you know. You came by the old 3.10 yesterday, I suppose?" She said "Yes,"<|quote|>as he seemed to wish for ... | with except: "The garden s looking very nice, father." "Yes, yes, yes," said Mr. Datchet, running his words together in the same abstracted manner, and sinking his head yet lower upon his breast. And suddenly, as they turned their steps to retrace their way, he jerked out: "The traffic s very much increased, you know. ... | never noticed it so clearly before, of letting his sentences tail away in a continuous murmur, whereupon he passed into a state of abstraction, presumed by his children to indicate some train of thought too profound for utterance. "What?" said Mary, interrupting, for the first time in her life, perhaps, when the murmur... | They were cutting roses at the time, and laying them, head by head, in a shallow basket. "If Ralph were here, he d find this very dull," Mary thought, with a little shiver of irritation, which led her to place her rose the wrong way in the basket. Meanwhile, they had come to the end of the path, and while Elizabeth str... | Richard, was an estate agent, the other, Christopher, was reading for the Bar. At Christmas, naturally, they met together; and for a month past the arrangement of the Christmas week had been much in the mind of mistress and maid, who prided themselves every year more confidently upon the excellence of their equipment. ... | doesn t want to see so much of us," Mary thought to herself, although outwardly she assented, and felt grateful to Elizabeth for supporting her in what was, of course, her desire. They were cutting roses at the time, and laying them, head by head, in a shallow basket. "If Ralph were here, he d find this very dull," Mar... | Night And Day |
said the man; and Ralph had to confess that he was not bound there this very evening. | No speaker | to direct you at Lincoln,"<|quote|>said the man; and Ralph had to confess that he was not bound there this very evening.</|quote|>"I ve got to walk | out. "You ll find somebody to direct you at Lincoln,"<|quote|>said the man; and Ralph had to confess that he was not bound there this very evening.</|quote|>"I ve got to walk over from Disham," he said, | the name of Otway on his tongue, reflectively, and the sound of it gratified Ralph amazingly. It gave him an excuse to take a letter from his pocket in order to verify the address. "Stogdon House, Lampsher, Lincoln," he read out. "You ll find somebody to direct you at Lincoln,"<|quote|>said the man; and Ralph had to co... | Ralph made several inquiries of a commercial traveler in the opposite corner. They centered round a village called Lampsher, not three miles, he understood, from Lincoln; was there a big house in Lampsher, he asked, inhabited by a gentleman of the name of Otway? The traveler knew nothing, but rolled the name of Otway o... | cart-horse in its winter coat of dusty brown hair, made Mary violently ashamed of her ambitious scheming. She loved him precisely as he was; she loved them all; and as she walked by his side, up and down, and down and up, her strong moral sense administered a sound drubbing to the vain and romantic element aroused in h... | to leave the problem of Ralph s relations to the young men obscure, trusting that they would find some common ground of masculine agreement. But what would he think of _her?_ Would he see that she was different from the rest of the family? She devised a plan for taking him to her sitting-room, and artfully leading the ... | it at an angle which suited his bad eyesight, without pausing in his walk. "Where does this fellow come from? One of Elizabeth s roses I hope you asked her leave. Elizabeth doesn t like having her roses picked without her leave, and quite right, too." He had a habit, Mary remarked, and she had never noticed it so clear... | to the side of the house, where the chickens lived, so that Mary found herself alone, holding Ralph s letter in her hand. She was uneasy. She had put off the season for thinking things out very successfully, and now that Ralph was actually coming, the next day, she could only wonder how her family would impress him. Sh... | Night And Day |
"I ve got to walk over from Disham," | Ralph Denham | bound there this very evening.<|quote|>"I ve got to walk over from Disham,"</|quote|>he said, and in the | confess that he was not bound there this very evening.<|quote|>"I ve got to walk over from Disham,"</|quote|>he said, and in the heart of him could not | gave him an excuse to take a letter from his pocket in order to verify the address. "Stogdon House, Lampsher, Lincoln," he read out. "You ll find somebody to direct you at Lincoln," said the man; and Ralph had to confess that he was not bound there this very evening.<|quote|>"I ve got to walk over from Disham,"</|quote... | called Lampsher, not three miles, he understood, from Lincoln; was there a big house in Lampsher, he asked, inhabited by a gentleman of the name of Otway? The traveler knew nothing, but rolled the name of Otway on his tongue, reflectively, and the sound of it gratified Ralph amazingly. It gave him an excuse to take a l... | She loved him precisely as he was; she loved them all; and as she walked by his side, up and down, and down and up, her strong moral sense administered a sound drubbing to the vain and romantic element aroused in her by the mere thought of Ralph. She felt quite certain that, for good or for bad, she was very like the r... | find some common ground of masculine agreement. But what would he think of _her?_ Would he see that she was different from the rest of the family? She devised a plan for taking him to her sitting-room, and artfully leading the talk towards the English poets, who now occupied prominent places in her little bookcase. Mor... | fellow come from? One of Elizabeth s roses I hope you asked her leave. Elizabeth doesn t like having her roses picked without her leave, and quite right, too." He had a habit, Mary remarked, and she had never noticed it so clearly before, of letting his sentences tail away in a continuous murmur, whereupon he passed in... | how her family would impress him. She thought it likely that her father would discuss the train service with him; Elizabeth would be bright and sensible, and always leaving the room to give messages to the servants. Her brothers had already said that they would give him a day s shooting. She was content to leave the pr... | Night And Day |
he said, and in the heart of him could not help marveling at the pleasure which he derived from making a bagman in a train believe what he himself did not believe. For the letter, though signed by Katharine s father, contained no invitation or warrant for thinking that Katharine herself was there; the only fact it disc... | No speaker | to walk over from Disham,"<|quote|>he said, and in the heart of him could not help marveling at the pleasure which he derived from making a bagman in a train believe what he himself did not believe. For the letter, though signed by Katharine s father, contained no invitation or warrant for thinking that Katharine herse... | very evening. "I ve got to walk over from Disham,"<|quote|>he said, and in the heart of him could not help marveling at the pleasure which he derived from making a bagman in a train believe what he himself did not believe. For the letter, though signed by Katharine s father, contained no invitation or warrant for think... | from his pocket in order to verify the address. "Stogdon House, Lampsher, Lincoln," he read out. "You ll find somebody to direct you at Lincoln," said the man; and Ralph had to confess that he was not bound there this very evening. "I ve got to walk over from Disham,"<|quote|>he said, and in the heart of him could not ... | Lincoln; was there a big house in Lampsher, he asked, inhabited by a gentleman of the name of Otway? The traveler knew nothing, but rolled the name of Otway on his tongue, reflectively, and the sound of it gratified Ralph amazingly. It gave him an excuse to take a letter from his pocket in order to verify the address. ... | loved them all; and as she walked by his side, up and down, and down and up, her strong moral sense administered a sound drubbing to the vain and romantic element aroused in her by the mere thought of Ralph. She felt quite certain that, for good or for bad, she was very like the rest of her family. Sitting in the corne... | what would he think of _her?_ Would he see that she was different from the rest of the family? She devised a plan for taking him to her sitting-room, and artfully leading the talk towards the English poets, who now occupied prominent places in her little bookcase. Moreover, she might give him to understand, privately, ... | I hope you asked her leave. Elizabeth doesn t like having her roses picked without her leave, and quite right, too." He had a habit, Mary remarked, and she had never noticed it so clearly before, of letting his sentences tail away in a continuous murmur, whereupon he passed into a state of abstraction, presumed by his ... | thought her family a queer one queer, yes, but not dull. That was the rock past which she was bent on steering him. And she thought how she would draw his attention to Edward s passion for Jorrocks, and the enthusiasm which led Christopher to collect moths and butterflies though he was now twenty-two. Perhaps Elizabeth... | Night And Day |
"Well, Ralph," | Mary Datchet | no such associations for her.<|quote|>"Well, Ralph,"</|quote|>she said, "this is better | intensity as if they had no such associations for her.<|quote|>"Well, Ralph,"</|quote|>she said, "this is better than Lincoln s Inn Fields, | trees from a particular angle, or at the sound of the pheasant clucking in the ditch. But to-night the circumstances were strong enough to oust all other scenes; and she looked at the field and the trees with an involuntary intensity as if they had no such associations for her.<|quote|>"Well, Ralph,"</|quote|>she said,... | them, disappearing and returning again and again. Mary had gone this walk many hundred times in the course of her life, generally alone, and at different stages the ghosts of past moods would flood her mind with a whole scene or train of thought merely at the sight of three trees from a particular angle, or at the soun... | a path worn slightly darker than the dim green surrounding it. In front of them the sky now showed itself of a reddish-yellow, like a slice of some semilucent stone behind which a lamp burnt, while a fringe of black trees with distinct branches stood against the light, which was obscured in one direction by a hump of e... | her seemed to hang the mist of the winter hedges, and the clear red of the bramble leaves. He felt himself at once stepping on to the firm ground of an entirely different world, but he did not allow himself to yield to the pleasure of it directly. They gave him his choice of driving with Edward or of walking home acros... | the man; and Ralph had to confess that he was not bound there this very evening. "I ve got to walk over from Disham," he said, and in the heart of him could not help marveling at the pleasure which he derived from making a bagman in a train believe what he himself did not believe. For the letter, though signed by Katha... | with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day. Such an edge was there in Mary s voice when she greeted him. About her seemed to hang the mist of the winter hedges, and the clear red of the bramble leaves. He felt himself at once stepping on to the firm ground of an entirely different world, but he did not allow himself t... | Night And Day |
she said, | No speaker | associations for her. "Well, Ralph,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"this is better than Lincoln | if they had no such associations for her. "Well, Ralph,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"this is better than Lincoln s Inn Fields, isn t | a particular angle, or at the sound of the pheasant clucking in the ditch. But to-night the circumstances were strong enough to oust all other scenes; and she looked at the field and the trees with an involuntary intensity as if they had no such associations for her. "Well, Ralph,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"this is b... | and returning again and again. Mary had gone this walk many hundred times in the course of her life, generally alone, and at different stages the ghosts of past moods would flood her mind with a whole scene or train of thought merely at the sight of three trees from a particular angle, or at the sound of the pheasant c... | worn slightly darker than the dim green surrounding it. In front of them the sky now showed itself of a reddish-yellow, like a slice of some semilucent stone behind which a lamp burnt, while a fringe of black trees with distinct branches stood against the light, which was obscured in one direction by a hump of earth, i... | to hang the mist of the winter hedges, and the clear red of the bramble leaves. He felt himself at once stepping on to the firm ground of an entirely different world, but he did not allow himself to yield to the pleasure of it directly. They gave him his choice of driving with Edward or of walking home across the field... | and Ralph had to confess that he was not bound there this very evening. "I ve got to walk over from Disham," he said, and in the heart of him could not help marveling at the pleasure which he derived from making a bagman in a train believe what he himself did not believe. For the letter, though signed by Katharine s fa... | speaker s name. But soon she led the way over a stile, and along a path worn slightly darker than the dim green surrounding it. In front of them the sky now showed itself of a reddish-yellow, like a slice of some semilucent stone behind which a lamp burnt, while a fringe of black trees with distinct branches stood agai... | Night And Day |
"this is better than Lincoln s Inn Fields, isn t it? Look, there s a bird for you! Oh, you ve brought glasses, have you? Edward and Christopher mean to make you shoot. Can you shoot? I shouldn t think so" | Mary Datchet | her. "Well, Ralph," she said,<|quote|>"this is better than Lincoln s Inn Fields, isn t it? Look, there s a bird for you! Oh, you ve brought glasses, have you? Edward and Christopher mean to make you shoot. Can you shoot? I shouldn t think so"</|quote|>"Look here, you must explain," | had no such associations for her. "Well, Ralph," she said,<|quote|>"this is better than Lincoln s Inn Fields, isn t it? Look, there s a bird for you! Oh, you ve brought glasses, have you? Edward and Christopher mean to make you shoot. Can you shoot? I shouldn t think so"</|quote|>"Look here, you must explain," said Ral... | angle, or at the sound of the pheasant clucking in the ditch. But to-night the circumstances were strong enough to oust all other scenes; and she looked at the field and the trees with an involuntary intensity as if they had no such associations for her. "Well, Ralph," she said,<|quote|>"this is better than Lincoln s I... | again and again. Mary had gone this walk many hundred times in the course of her life, generally alone, and at different stages the ghosts of past moods would flood her mind with a whole scene or train of thought merely at the sight of three trees from a particular angle, or at the sound of the pheasant clucking in the... | darker than the dim green surrounding it. In front of them the sky now showed itself of a reddish-yellow, like a slice of some semilucent stone behind which a lamp burnt, while a fringe of black trees with distinct branches stood against the light, which was obscured in one direction by a hump of earth, in all other di... | the mist of the winter hedges, and the clear red of the bramble leaves. He felt himself at once stepping on to the firm ground of an entirely different world, but he did not allow himself to yield to the pleasure of it directly. They gave him his choice of driving with Edward or of walking home across the fields with M... | had to confess that he was not bound there this very evening. "I ve got to walk over from Disham," he said, and in the heart of him could not help marveling at the pleasure which he derived from making a bagman in a train believe what he himself did not believe. For the letter, though signed by Katharine s father, cont... | the mist of the winter hedges, and the clear red of the bramble leaves. He felt himself at once stepping on to the firm ground of an entirely different world, but he did not allow himself to yield to the pleasure of it directly. They gave him his choice of driving with Edward or of walking home across the fields with M... | Night And Day |
"Look here, you must explain," | Ralph Denham | I shouldn t think so"<|quote|>"Look here, you must explain,"</|quote|>said Ralph. "Who are these | you shoot. Can you shoot? I shouldn t think so"<|quote|>"Look here, you must explain,"</|quote|>said Ralph. "Who are these young men? Where am I | no such associations for her. "Well, Ralph," she said, "this is better than Lincoln s Inn Fields, isn t it? Look, there s a bird for you! Oh, you ve brought glasses, have you? Edward and Christopher mean to make you shoot. Can you shoot? I shouldn t think so"<|quote|>"Look here, you must explain,"</|quote|>said Ralph. ... | at the sight of three trees from a particular angle, or at the sound of the pheasant clucking in the ditch. But to-night the circumstances were strong enough to oust all other scenes; and she looked at the field and the trees with an involuntary intensity as if they had no such associations for her. "Well, Ralph," she ... | against the light, which was obscured in one direction by a hump of earth, in all other directions the land lying flat to the very verge of the sky. One of the swift and noiseless birds of the winter s night seemed to follow them across the field, circling a few feet in front of them, disappearing and returning again a... | of it directly. They gave him his choice of driving with Edward or of walking home across the fields with Mary not a shorter way, they explained, but Mary thought it a nicer way. He decided to walk with her, being conscious, indeed, that he got comfort from her presence. What could be the cause of her cheerfulness, he ... | bagman in a train believe what he himself did not believe. For the letter, though signed by Katharine s father, contained no invitation or warrant for thinking that Katharine herself was there; the only fact it disclosed was that for a fortnight this address would be Mr. Hilbery s address. But when he looked out of the... | started briskly away, and the dusk swam between their eyes and the tall form of Edward, standing up to drive, with the reins in one hand and the whip in the other. People from the village, who had been to the market town, were climbing into their gigs, or setting off home down the road together in little parties. Many ... | Night And Day |
said Ralph. | No speaker | "Look here, you must explain,"<|quote|>said Ralph.</|quote|>"Who are these young men? | I shouldn t think so" "Look here, you must explain,"<|quote|>said Ralph.</|quote|>"Who are these young men? Where am I staying?" "You | "Well, Ralph," she said, "this is better than Lincoln s Inn Fields, isn t it? Look, there s a bird for you! Oh, you ve brought glasses, have you? Edward and Christopher mean to make you shoot. Can you shoot? I shouldn t think so" "Look here, you must explain,"<|quote|>said Ralph.</|quote|>"Who are these young men? Wher... | trees from a particular angle, or at the sound of the pheasant clucking in the ditch. But to-night the circumstances were strong enough to oust all other scenes; and she looked at the field and the trees with an involuntary intensity as if they had no such associations for her. "Well, Ralph," she said, "this is better ... | obscured in one direction by a hump of earth, in all other directions the land lying flat to the very verge of the sky. One of the swift and noiseless birds of the winter s night seemed to follow them across the field, circling a few feet in front of them, disappearing and returning again and again. Mary had gone this ... | him his choice of driving with Edward or of walking home across the fields with Mary not a shorter way, they explained, but Mary thought it a nicer way. He decided to walk with her, being conscious, indeed, that he got comfort from her presence. What could be the cause of her cheerfulness, he wondered, half ironically,... | what he himself did not believe. For the letter, though signed by Katharine s father, contained no invitation or warrant for thinking that Katharine herself was there; the only fact it disclosed was that for a fortnight this address would be Mr. Hilbery s address. But when he looked out of the window, it was of her he ... | Mary Datchet, a sturdy russet figure, with a dash of scarlet about it, as the carriage slid down the platform. A tall youth who accompanied her shook him by the hand, took his bag, and led the way without uttering one articulate word. Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter s evening, when dusk almost hides the bo... | Night And Day |
"Who are these young men? Where am I staying?" | Ralph Denham | you must explain," said Ralph.<|quote|>"Who are these young men? Where am I staying?"</|quote|>"You are staying with us, | t think so" "Look here, you must explain," said Ralph.<|quote|>"Who are these young men? Where am I staying?"</|quote|>"You are staying with us, of course," she said boldly. | she said, "this is better than Lincoln s Inn Fields, isn t it? Look, there s a bird for you! Oh, you ve brought glasses, have you? Edward and Christopher mean to make you shoot. Can you shoot? I shouldn t think so" "Look here, you must explain," said Ralph.<|quote|>"Who are these young men? Where am I staying?"</|quote... | a particular angle, or at the sound of the pheasant clucking in the ditch. But to-night the circumstances were strong enough to oust all other scenes; and she looked at the field and the trees with an involuntary intensity as if they had no such associations for her. "Well, Ralph," she said, "this is better than Lincol... | one direction by a hump of earth, in all other directions the land lying flat to the very verge of the sky. One of the swift and noiseless birds of the winter s night seemed to follow them across the field, circling a few feet in front of them, disappearing and returning again and again. Mary had gone this walk many hu... | choice of driving with Edward or of walking home across the fields with Mary not a shorter way, they explained, but Mary thought it a nicer way. He decided to walk with her, being conscious, indeed, that he got comfort from her presence. What could be the cause of her cheerfulness, he wondered, half ironically, and hal... | himself did not believe. For the letter, though signed by Katharine s father, contained no invitation or warrant for thinking that Katharine herself was there; the only fact it disclosed was that for a fortnight this address would be Mr. Hilbery s address. But when he looked out of the window, it was of her he thought;... | must be dismissed, for the train was slackening. Its abrupt jerks shook him wide awake, and he saw Mary Datchet, a sturdy russet figure, with a dash of scarlet about it, as the carriage slid down the platform. A tall youth who accompanied her shook him by the hand, took his bag, and led the way without uttering one art... | Night And Day |
"You are staying with us, of course," | Mary Datchet | men? Where am I staying?"<|quote|>"You are staying with us, of course,"</|quote|>she said boldly. "Of course, | Ralph. "Who are these young men? Where am I staying?"<|quote|>"You are staying with us, of course,"</|quote|>she said boldly. "Of course, you re staying with us | Fields, isn t it? Look, there s a bird for you! Oh, you ve brought glasses, have you? Edward and Christopher mean to make you shoot. Can you shoot? I shouldn t think so" "Look here, you must explain," said Ralph. "Who are these young men? Where am I staying?"<|quote|>"You are staying with us, of course,"</|quote|>she s... | pheasant clucking in the ditch. But to-night the circumstances were strong enough to oust all other scenes; and she looked at the field and the trees with an involuntary intensity as if they had no such associations for her. "Well, Ralph," she said, "this is better than Lincoln s Inn Fields, isn t it? Look, there s a b... | other directions the land lying flat to the very verge of the sky. One of the swift and noiseless birds of the winter s night seemed to follow them across the field, circling a few feet in front of them, disappearing and returning again and again. Mary had gone this walk many hundred times in the course of her life, ge... | across the fields with Mary not a shorter way, they explained, but Mary thought it a nicer way. He decided to walk with her, being conscious, indeed, that he got comfort from her presence. What could be the cause of her cheerfulness, he wondered, half ironically, and half enviously, as the pony-cart started briskly awa... | by Katharine s father, contained no invitation or warrant for thinking that Katharine herself was there; the only fact it disclosed was that for a fortnight this address would be Mr. Hilbery s address. But when he looked out of the window, it was of her he thought; she, too, had seen these gray fields, and, perhaps, sh... | he got comfort from her presence. What could be the cause of her cheerfulness, he wondered, half ironically, and half enviously, as the pony-cart started briskly away, and the dusk swam between their eyes and the tall form of Edward, standing up to drive, with the reins in one hand and the whip in the other. People fro... | Night And Day |
she said boldly. | No speaker | staying with us, of course,"<|quote|>she said boldly.</|quote|>"Of course, you re staying | am I staying?" "You are staying with us, of course,"<|quote|>she said boldly.</|quote|>"Of course, you re staying with us you don t | a bird for you! Oh, you ve brought glasses, have you? Edward and Christopher mean to make you shoot. Can you shoot? I shouldn t think so" "Look here, you must explain," said Ralph. "Who are these young men? Where am I staying?" "You are staying with us, of course,"<|quote|>she said boldly.</|quote|>"Of course, you re s... | the circumstances were strong enough to oust all other scenes; and she looked at the field and the trees with an involuntary intensity as if they had no such associations for her. "Well, Ralph," she said, "this is better than Lincoln s Inn Fields, isn t it? Look, there s a bird for you! Oh, you ve brought glasses, have... | the very verge of the sky. One of the swift and noiseless birds of the winter s night seemed to follow them across the field, circling a few feet in front of them, disappearing and returning again and again. Mary had gone this walk many hundred times in the course of her life, generally alone, and at different stages t... | shorter way, they explained, but Mary thought it a nicer way. He decided to walk with her, being conscious, indeed, that he got comfort from her presence. What could be the cause of her cheerfulness, he wondered, half ironically, and half enviously, as the pony-cart started briskly away, and the dusk swam between their... | or warrant for thinking that Katharine herself was there; the only fact it disclosed was that for a fortnight this address would be Mr. Hilbery s address. But when he looked out of the window, it was of her he thought; she, too, had seen these gray fields, and, perhaps, she was there where the trees ran up a slope, and... | sturdy russet figure, with a dash of scarlet about it, as the carriage slid down the platform. A tall youth who accompanied her shook him by the hand, took his bag, and led the way without uttering one articulate word. Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter s evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they see... | Night And Day |
"Of course, you re staying with us you don t mind coming, do you?" | Mary Datchet | of course," she said boldly.<|quote|>"Of course, you re staying with us you don t mind coming, do you?"</|quote|>"If I had, I shouldn | "You are staying with us, of course," she said boldly.<|quote|>"Of course, you re staying with us you don t mind coming, do you?"</|quote|>"If I had, I shouldn t have come," he said | you! Oh, you ve brought glasses, have you? Edward and Christopher mean to make you shoot. Can you shoot? I shouldn t think so" "Look here, you must explain," said Ralph. "Who are these young men? Where am I staying?" "You are staying with us, of course," she said boldly.<|quote|>"Of course, you re staying with us you d... | strong enough to oust all other scenes; and she looked at the field and the trees with an involuntary intensity as if they had no such associations for her. "Well, Ralph," she said, "this is better than Lincoln s Inn Fields, isn t it? Look, there s a bird for you! Oh, you ve brought glasses, have you? Edward and Christ... | of the sky. One of the swift and noiseless birds of the winter s night seemed to follow them across the field, circling a few feet in front of them, disappearing and returning again and again. Mary had gone this walk many hundred times in the course of her life, generally alone, and at different stages the ghosts of pa... | explained, but Mary thought it a nicer way. He decided to walk with her, being conscious, indeed, that he got comfort from her presence. What could be the cause of her cheerfulness, he wondered, half ironically, and half enviously, as the pony-cart started briskly away, and the dusk swam between their eyes and the tall... | thinking that Katharine herself was there; the only fact it disclosed was that for a fortnight this address would be Mr. Hilbery s address. But when he looked out of the window, it was of her he thought; she, too, had seen these gray fields, and, perhaps, she was there where the trees ran up a slope, and one yellow lig... | the mist of the winter hedges, and the clear red of the bramble leaves. He felt himself at once stepping on to the firm ground of an entirely different world, but he did not allow himself to yield to the pleasure of it directly. They gave him his choice of driving with Edward or of walking home across the fields with M... | Night And Day |
"If I had, I shouldn t have come," | Ralph Denham | t mind coming, do you?"<|quote|>"If I had, I shouldn t have come,"</|quote|>he said sturdily. They walked | staying with us you don t mind coming, do you?"<|quote|>"If I had, I shouldn t have come,"</|quote|>he said sturdily. They walked on in silence; Mary took | you shoot. Can you shoot? I shouldn t think so" "Look here, you must explain," said Ralph. "Who are these young men? Where am I staying?" "You are staying with us, of course," she said boldly. "Of course, you re staying with us you don t mind coming, do you?"<|quote|>"If I had, I shouldn t have come,"</|quote|>he said ... | the trees with an involuntary intensity as if they had no such associations for her. "Well, Ralph," she said, "this is better than Lincoln s Inn Fields, isn t it? Look, there s a bird for you! Oh, you ve brought glasses, have you? Edward and Christopher mean to make you shoot. Can you shoot? I shouldn t think so" "Look... | night seemed to follow them across the field, circling a few feet in front of them, disappearing and returning again and again. Mary had gone this walk many hundred times in the course of her life, generally alone, and at different stages the ghosts of past moods would flood her mind with a whole scene or train of thou... | being conscious, indeed, that he got comfort from her presence. What could be the cause of her cheerfulness, he wondered, half ironically, and half enviously, as the pony-cart started briskly away, and the dusk swam between their eyes and the tall form of Edward, standing up to drive, with the reins in one hand and the... | a fortnight this address would be Mr. Hilbery s address. But when he looked out of the window, it was of her he thought; she, too, had seen these gray fields, and, perhaps, she was there where the trees ran up a slope, and one yellow light shone now, and then went out again, at the foot of the hill. The light shone in ... | winter s night seemed to follow them across the field, circling a few feet in front of them, disappearing and returning again and again. Mary had gone this walk many hundred times in the course of her life, generally alone, and at different stages the ghosts of past moods would flood her mind with a whole scene or trai... | Night And Day |
he said sturdily. They walked on in silence; Mary took care not to break it for a time. She wished Ralph to feel, as she thought he would, all the fresh delights of the earth and air. She was right. In a moment he expressed his pleasure, much to her comfort. | No speaker | I shouldn t have come,"<|quote|>he said sturdily. They walked on in silence; Mary took care not to break it for a time. She wished Ralph to feel, as she thought he would, all the fresh delights of the earth and air. She was right. In a moment he expressed his pleasure, much to her comfort.</|quote|>"This is the sort of | do you?" "If I had, I shouldn t have come,"<|quote|>he said sturdily. They walked on in silence; Mary took care not to break it for a time. She wished Ralph to feel, as she thought he would, all the fresh delights of the earth and air. She was right. In a moment he expressed his pleasure, much to her comfort.</|quote|>... | think so" "Look here, you must explain," said Ralph. "Who are these young men? Where am I staying?" "You are staying with us, of course," she said boldly. "Of course, you re staying with us you don t mind coming, do you?" "If I had, I shouldn t have come,"<|quote|>he said sturdily. They walked on in silence; Mary took ... | they had no such associations for her. "Well, Ralph," she said, "this is better than Lincoln s Inn Fields, isn t it? Look, there s a bird for you! Oh, you ve brought glasses, have you? Edward and Christopher mean to make you shoot. Can you shoot? I shouldn t think so" "Look here, you must explain," said Ralph. "Who are... | circling a few feet in front of them, disappearing and returning again and again. Mary had gone this walk many hundred times in the course of her life, generally alone, and at different stages the ghosts of past moods would flood her mind with a whole scene or train of thought merely at the sight of three trees from a ... | her presence. What could be the cause of her cheerfulness, he wondered, half ironically, and half enviously, as the pony-cart started briskly away, and the dusk swam between their eyes and the tall form of Edward, standing up to drive, with the reins in one hand and the whip in the other. People from the village, who h... | s address. But when he looked out of the window, it was of her he thought; she, too, had seen these gray fields, and, perhaps, she was there where the trees ran up a slope, and one yellow light shone now, and then went out again, at the foot of the hill. The light shone in the windows of an old gray house, he thought. ... | darker than the dim green surrounding it. In front of them the sky now showed itself of a reddish-yellow, like a slice of some semilucent stone behind which a lamp burnt, while a fringe of black trees with distinct branches stood against the light, which was obscured in one direction by a hump of earth, in all other di... | Night And Day |
"This is the sort of country I thought you d live in, Mary," | Ralph Denham | pleasure, much to her comfort.<|quote|>"This is the sort of country I thought you d live in, Mary,"</|quote|>he said, pushing his hat | a moment he expressed his pleasure, much to her comfort.<|quote|>"This is the sort of country I thought you d live in, Mary,"</|quote|>he said, pushing his hat back on his head, and | said sturdily. They walked on in silence; Mary took care not to break it for a time. She wished Ralph to feel, as she thought he would, all the fresh delights of the earth and air. She was right. In a moment he expressed his pleasure, much to her comfort.<|quote|>"This is the sort of country I thought you d live in, Ma... | so" "Look here, you must explain," said Ralph. "Who are these young men? Where am I staying?" "You are staying with us, of course," she said boldly. "Of course, you re staying with us you don t mind coming, do you?" "If I had, I shouldn t have come," he said sturdily. They walked on in silence; Mary took care not to br... | merely at the sight of three trees from a particular angle, or at the sound of the pheasant clucking in the ditch. But to-night the circumstances were strong enough to oust all other scenes; and she looked at the field and the trees with an involuntary intensity as if they had no such associations for her. "Well, Ralph... | other. People from the village, who had been to the market town, were climbing into their gigs, or setting off home down the road together in little parties. Many salutations were addressed to Mary, who shouted back, with the addition of the speaker s name. But soon she led the way over a stile, and along a path worn s... | hill. The light shone in the windows of an old gray house, he thought. He lay back in his corner and forgot the commercial traveler altogether. The process of visualizing Katharine stopped short at the old gray manor-house; instinct warned him that if he went much further with this process reality would soon force itse... | lamp burnt, while a fringe of black trees with distinct branches stood against the light, which was obscured in one direction by a hump of earth, in all other directions the land lying flat to the very verge of the sky. One of the swift and noiseless birds of the winter s night seemed to follow them across the field, c... | Night And Day |
he said, pushing his hat back on his head, and looking about him. | No speaker | you d live in, Mary,"<|quote|>he said, pushing his hat back on his head, and looking about him.</|quote|>"Real country. No gentlemen s | sort of country I thought you d live in, Mary,"<|quote|>he said, pushing his hat back on his head, and looking about him.</|quote|>"Real country. No gentlemen s seats." He snuffed the air, | it for a time. She wished Ralph to feel, as she thought he would, all the fresh delights of the earth and air. She was right. In a moment he expressed his pleasure, much to her comfort. "This is the sort of country I thought you d live in, Mary,"<|quote|>he said, pushing his hat back on his head, and looking about him.... | Where am I staying?" "You are staying with us, of course," she said boldly. "Of course, you re staying with us you don t mind coming, do you?" "If I had, I shouldn t have come," he said sturdily. They walked on in silence; Mary took care not to break it for a time. She wished Ralph to feel, as she thought he would, all... | the sound of the pheasant clucking in the ditch. But to-night the circumstances were strong enough to oust all other scenes; and she looked at the field and the trees with an involuntary intensity as if they had no such associations for her. "Well, Ralph," she said, "this is better than Lincoln s Inn Fields, isn t it? ... | climbing into their gigs, or setting off home down the road together in little parties. Many salutations were addressed to Mary, who shouted back, with the addition of the speaker s name. But soon she led the way over a stile, and along a path worn slightly darker than the dim green surrounding it. In front of them the... | thought. He lay back in his corner and forgot the commercial traveler altogether. The process of visualizing Katharine stopped short at the old gray manor-house; instinct warned him that if he went much further with this process reality would soon force itself in; he could not altogether neglect the figure of William R... | against the light, which was obscured in one direction by a hump of earth, in all other directions the land lying flat to the very verge of the sky. One of the swift and noiseless birds of the winter s night seemed to follow them across the field, circling a few feet in front of them, disappearing and returning again a... | Night And Day |
"Real country. No gentlemen s seats." | Ralph Denham | head, and looking about him.<|quote|>"Real country. No gentlemen s seats."</|quote|>He snuffed the air, and | his hat back on his head, and looking about him.<|quote|>"Real country. No gentlemen s seats."</|quote|>He snuffed the air, and felt more keenly than he | would, all the fresh delights of the earth and air. She was right. In a moment he expressed his pleasure, much to her comfort. "This is the sort of country I thought you d live in, Mary," he said, pushing his hat back on his head, and looking about him.<|quote|>"Real country. No gentlemen s seats."</|quote|>He snuffed ... | boldly. "Of course, you re staying with us you don t mind coming, do you?" "If I had, I shouldn t have come," he said sturdily. They walked on in silence; Mary took care not to break it for a time. She wished Ralph to feel, as she thought he would, all the fresh delights of the earth and air. She was right. In a moment... | were strong enough to oust all other scenes; and she looked at the field and the trees with an involuntary intensity as if they had no such associations for her. "Well, Ralph," she said, "this is better than Lincoln s Inn Fields, isn t it? Look, there s a bird for you! Oh, you ve brought glasses, have you? Edward and C... | little parties. Many salutations were addressed to Mary, who shouted back, with the addition of the speaker s name. But soon she led the way over a stile, and along a path worn slightly darker than the dim green surrounding it. In front of them the sky now showed itself of a reddish-yellow, like a slice of some semiluc... | The process of visualizing Katharine stopped short at the old gray manor-house; instinct warned him that if he went much further with this process reality would soon force itself in; he could not altogether neglect the figure of William Rodney. Since the day when he had heard from Katharine s lips of her engagement, he... | ditch. But to-night the circumstances were strong enough to oust all other scenes; and she looked at the field and the trees with an involuntary intensity as if they had no such associations for her. "Well, Ralph," she said, "this is better than Lincoln s Inn Fields, isn t it? Look, there s a bird for you! Oh, you ve b... | Night And Day |
He snuffed the air, and felt more keenly than he had done for many weeks the pleasure of owning a body. | No speaker | country. No gentlemen s seats."<|quote|>He snuffed the air, and felt more keenly than he had done for many weeks the pleasure of owning a body.</|quote|>"Now we have to find | and looking about him. "Real country. No gentlemen s seats."<|quote|>He snuffed the air, and felt more keenly than he had done for many weeks the pleasure of owning a body.</|quote|>"Now we have to find our way through a hedge," | the earth and air. She was right. In a moment he expressed his pleasure, much to her comfort. "This is the sort of country I thought you d live in, Mary," he said, pushing his hat back on his head, and looking about him. "Real country. No gentlemen s seats."<|quote|>He snuffed the air, and felt more keenly than he had ... | with us you don t mind coming, do you?" "If I had, I shouldn t have come," he said sturdily. They walked on in silence; Mary took care not to break it for a time. She wished Ralph to feel, as she thought he would, all the fresh delights of the earth and air. She was right. In a moment he expressed his pleasure, much to... | other scenes; and she looked at the field and the trees with an involuntary intensity as if they had no such associations for her. "Well, Ralph," she said, "this is better than Lincoln s Inn Fields, isn t it? Look, there s a bird for you! Oh, you ve brought glasses, have you? Edward and Christopher mean to make you sho... | to Mary, who shouted back, with the addition of the speaker s name. But soon she led the way over a stile, and along a path worn slightly darker than the dim green surrounding it. In front of them the sky now showed itself of a reddish-yellow, like a slice of some semilucent stone behind which a lamp burnt, while a fri... | short at the old gray manor-house; instinct warned him that if he went much further with this process reality would soon force itself in; he could not altogether neglect the figure of William Rodney. Since the day when he had heard from Katharine s lips of her engagement, he had refrained from investing his dream of he... | to Mary, who shouted back, with the addition of the speaker s name. But soon she led the way over a stile, and along a path worn slightly darker than the dim green surrounding it. In front of them the sky now showed itself of a reddish-yellow, like a slice of some semilucent stone behind which a lamp burnt, while a fri... | Night And Day |
"Now we have to find our way through a hedge," | Mary Datchet | pleasure of owning a body.<|quote|>"Now we have to find our way through a hedge,"</|quote|>said Mary. In the gap | done for many weeks the pleasure of owning a body.<|quote|>"Now we have to find our way through a hedge,"</|quote|>said Mary. In the gap of the hedge Ralph tore | sort of country I thought you d live in, Mary," he said, pushing his hat back on his head, and looking about him. "Real country. No gentlemen s seats." He snuffed the air, and felt more keenly than he had done for many weeks the pleasure of owning a body.<|quote|>"Now we have to find our way through a hedge,"</|quote|>... | walked on in silence; Mary took care not to break it for a time. She wished Ralph to feel, as she thought he would, all the fresh delights of the earth and air. She was right. In a moment he expressed his pleasure, much to her comfort. "This is the sort of country I thought you d live in, Mary," he said, pushing his ha... | associations for her. "Well, Ralph," she said, "this is better than Lincoln s Inn Fields, isn t it? Look, there s a bird for you! Oh, you ve brought glasses, have you? Edward and Christopher mean to make you shoot. Can you shoot? I shouldn t think so" "Look here, you must explain," said Ralph. "Who are these young men?... | stile, and along a path worn slightly darker than the dim green surrounding it. In front of them the sky now showed itself of a reddish-yellow, like a slice of some semilucent stone behind which a lamp burnt, while a fringe of black trees with distinct branches stood against the light, which was obscured in one directi... | force itself in; he could not altogether neglect the figure of William Rodney. Since the day when he had heard from Katharine s lips of her engagement, he had refrained from investing his dream of her with the details of real life. But the light of the late afternoon glowed green behind the straight trees, and became a... | other scenes; and she looked at the field and the trees with an involuntary intensity as if they had no such associations for her. "Well, Ralph," she said, "this is better than Lincoln s Inn Fields, isn t it? Look, there s a bird for you! Oh, you ve brought glasses, have you? Edward and Christopher mean to make you sho... | Night And Day |
said Mary. In the gap of the hedge Ralph tore up a poacher s wire, set across a hole to trap a rabbit. | No speaker | our way through a hedge,"<|quote|>said Mary. In the gap of the hedge Ralph tore up a poacher s wire, set across a hole to trap a rabbit.</|quote|>"It s quite right that | "Now we have to find our way through a hedge,"<|quote|>said Mary. In the gap of the hedge Ralph tore up a poacher s wire, set across a hole to trap a rabbit.</|quote|>"It s quite right that they should poach," said Mary, | he said, pushing his hat back on his head, and looking about him. "Real country. No gentlemen s seats." He snuffed the air, and felt more keenly than he had done for many weeks the pleasure of owning a body. "Now we have to find our way through a hedge,"<|quote|>said Mary. In the gap of the hedge Ralph tore up a poache... | it for a time. She wished Ralph to feel, as she thought he would, all the fresh delights of the earth and air. She was right. In a moment he expressed his pleasure, much to her comfort. "This is the sort of country I thought you d live in, Mary," he said, pushing his hat back on his head, and looking about him. "Real c... | than Lincoln s Inn Fields, isn t it? Look, there s a bird for you! Oh, you ve brought glasses, have you? Edward and Christopher mean to make you shoot. Can you shoot? I shouldn t think so" "Look here, you must explain," said Ralph. "Who are these young men? Where am I staying?" "You are staying with us, of course," she... | dim green surrounding it. In front of them the sky now showed itself of a reddish-yellow, like a slice of some semilucent stone behind which a lamp burnt, while a fringe of black trees with distinct branches stood against the light, which was obscured in one direction by a hump of earth, in all other directions the lan... | of William Rodney. Since the day when he had heard from Katharine s lips of her engagement, he had refrained from investing his dream of her with the details of real life. But the light of the late afternoon glowed green behind the straight trees, and became a symbol of her. The light seemed to expand his heart. She br... | intensity as if they had no such associations for her. "Well, Ralph," she said, "this is better than Lincoln s Inn Fields, isn t it? Look, there s a bird for you! Oh, you ve brought glasses, have you? Edward and Christopher mean to make you shoot. Can you shoot? I shouldn t think so" "Look here, you must explain," said... | Night And Day |
"It s quite right that they should poach," | Mary Datchet | hole to trap a rabbit.<|quote|>"It s quite right that they should poach,"</|quote|>said Mary, watching him tugging | s wire, set across a hole to trap a rabbit.<|quote|>"It s quite right that they should poach,"</|quote|>said Mary, watching him tugging at the wire. "I wonder | and felt more keenly than he had done for many weeks the pleasure of owning a body. "Now we have to find our way through a hedge," said Mary. In the gap of the hedge Ralph tore up a poacher s wire, set across a hole to trap a rabbit.<|quote|>"It s quite right that they should poach,"</|quote|>said Mary, watching him tu... | She was right. In a moment he expressed his pleasure, much to her comfort. "This is the sort of country I thought you d live in, Mary," he said, pushing his hat back on his head, and looking about him. "Real country. No gentlemen s seats." He snuffed the air, and felt more keenly than he had done for many weeks the ple... | and Christopher mean to make you shoot. Can you shoot? I shouldn t think so" "Look here, you must explain," said Ralph. "Who are these young men? Where am I staying?" "You are staying with us, of course," she said boldly. "Of course, you re staying with us you don t mind coming, do you?" "If I had, I shouldn t have com... | behind which a lamp burnt, while a fringe of black trees with distinct branches stood against the light, which was obscured in one direction by a hump of earth, in all other directions the land lying flat to the very verge of the sky. One of the swift and noiseless birds of the winter s night seemed to follow them acro... | dream of her with the details of real life. But the light of the late afternoon glowed green behind the straight trees, and became a symbol of her. The light seemed to expand his heart. She brooded over the gray fields, and was with him now in the railway carriage, thoughtful, silent, and infinitely tender; but the vis... | burnt, while a fringe of black trees with distinct branches stood against the light, which was obscured in one direction by a hump of earth, in all other directions the land lying flat to the very verge of the sky. One of the swift and noiseless birds of the winter s night seemed to follow them across the field, circli... | Night And Day |
said Mary, watching him tugging at the wire. | No speaker | right that they should poach,"<|quote|>said Mary, watching him tugging at the wire.</|quote|>"I wonder whether it was | a rabbit. "It s quite right that they should poach,"<|quote|>said Mary, watching him tugging at the wire.</|quote|>"I wonder whether it was Alfred Duggins or Sid Rankin? | for many weeks the pleasure of owning a body. "Now we have to find our way through a hedge," said Mary. In the gap of the hedge Ralph tore up a poacher s wire, set across a hole to trap a rabbit. "It s quite right that they should poach,"<|quote|>said Mary, watching him tugging at the wire.</|quote|>"I wonder whether i... | his pleasure, much to her comfort. "This is the sort of country I thought you d live in, Mary," he said, pushing his hat back on his head, and looking about him. "Real country. No gentlemen s seats." He snuffed the air, and felt more keenly than he had done for many weeks the pleasure of owning a body. "Now we have to ... | you shoot? I shouldn t think so" "Look here, you must explain," said Ralph. "Who are these young men? Where am I staying?" "You are staying with us, of course," she said boldly. "Of course, you re staying with us you don t mind coming, do you?" "If I had, I shouldn t have come," he said sturdily. They walked on in sile... | of black trees with distinct branches stood against the light, which was obscured in one direction by a hump of earth, in all other directions the land lying flat to the very verge of the sky. One of the swift and noiseless birds of the winter s night seemed to follow them across the field, circling a few feet in front... | life. But the light of the late afternoon glowed green behind the straight trees, and became a symbol of her. The light seemed to expand his heart. She brooded over the gray fields, and was with him now in the railway carriage, thoughtful, silent, and infinitely tender; but the vision pressed too close, and must be dis... | sky. One of the swift and noiseless birds of the winter s night seemed to follow them across the field, circling a few feet in front of them, disappearing and returning again and again. Mary had gone this walk many hundred times in the course of her life, generally alone, and at different stages the ghosts of past mood... | Night And Day |
"I wonder whether it was Alfred Duggins or Sid Rankin? How can one expect them not to, when they only make fifteen shillings a week? Fifteen shillings a week," | Mary Datchet | him tugging at the wire.<|quote|>"I wonder whether it was Alfred Duggins or Sid Rankin? How can one expect them not to, when they only make fifteen shillings a week? Fifteen shillings a week,"</|quote|>she repeated, coming out on | should poach," said Mary, watching him tugging at the wire.<|quote|>"I wonder whether it was Alfred Duggins or Sid Rankin? How can one expect them not to, when they only make fifteen shillings a week? Fifteen shillings a week,"</|quote|>she repeated, coming out on the other side of the | body. "Now we have to find our way through a hedge," said Mary. In the gap of the hedge Ralph tore up a poacher s wire, set across a hole to trap a rabbit. "It s quite right that they should poach," said Mary, watching him tugging at the wire.<|quote|>"I wonder whether it was Alfred Duggins or Sid Rankin? How can one e... | the sort of country I thought you d live in, Mary," he said, pushing his hat back on his head, and looking about him. "Real country. No gentlemen s seats." He snuffed the air, and felt more keenly than he had done for many weeks the pleasure of owning a body. "Now we have to find our way through a hedge," said Mary. In... | here, you must explain," said Ralph. "Who are these young men? Where am I staying?" "You are staying with us, of course," she said boldly. "Of course, you re staying with us you don t mind coming, do you?" "If I had, I shouldn t have come," he said sturdily. They walked on in silence; Mary took care not to break it for... | the light, which was obscured in one direction by a hump of earth, in all other directions the land lying flat to the very verge of the sky. One of the swift and noiseless birds of the winter s night seemed to follow them across the field, circling a few feet in front of them, disappearing and returning again and again... | glowed green behind the straight trees, and became a symbol of her. The light seemed to expand his heart. She brooded over the gray fields, and was with him now in the railway carriage, thoughtful, silent, and infinitely tender; but the vision pressed too close, and must be dismissed, for the train was slackening. Its ... | slightly darker than the dim green surrounding it. In front of them the sky now showed itself of a reddish-yellow, like a slice of some semilucent stone behind which a lamp burnt, while a fringe of black trees with distinct branches stood against the light, which was obscured in one direction by a hump of earth, in all... | Night And Day |
she repeated, coming out on the other side of the hedge, and running her fingers through her hair to rid herself of a bramble which had attached itself to her. | No speaker | week? Fifteen shillings a week,"<|quote|>she repeated, coming out on the other side of the hedge, and running her fingers through her hair to rid herself of a bramble which had attached itself to her.</|quote|>"I could live on fifteen | only make fifteen shillings a week? Fifteen shillings a week,"<|quote|>she repeated, coming out on the other side of the hedge, and running her fingers through her hair to rid herself of a bramble which had attached itself to her.</|quote|>"I could live on fifteen shillings a week easily." "Could | hole to trap a rabbit. "It s quite right that they should poach," said Mary, watching him tugging at the wire. "I wonder whether it was Alfred Duggins or Sid Rankin? How can one expect them not to, when they only make fifteen shillings a week? Fifteen shillings a week,"<|quote|>she repeated, coming out on the other sid... | seats." He snuffed the air, and felt more keenly than he had done for many weeks the pleasure of owning a body. "Now we have to find our way through a hedge," said Mary. In the gap of the hedge Ralph tore up a poacher s wire, set across a hole to trap a rabbit. "It s quite right that they should poach," said Mary, watc... | staying with us you don t mind coming, do you?" "If I had, I shouldn t have come," he said sturdily. They walked on in silence; Mary took care not to break it for a time. She wished Ralph to feel, as she thought he would, all the fresh delights of the earth and air. She was right. In a moment he expressed his pleasure,... | of the swift and noiseless birds of the winter s night seemed to follow them across the field, circling a few feet in front of them, disappearing and returning again and again. Mary had gone this walk many hundred times in the course of her life, generally alone, and at different stages the ghosts of past moods would f... | now in the railway carriage, thoughtful, silent, and infinitely tender; but the vision pressed too close, and must be dismissed, for the train was slackening. Its abrupt jerks shook him wide awake, and he saw Mary Datchet, a sturdy russet figure, with a dash of scarlet about it, as the carriage slid down the platform. ... | Mary, who shouted back, with the addition of the speaker s name. But soon she led the way over a stile, and along a path worn slightly darker than the dim green surrounding it. In front of them the sky now showed itself of a reddish-yellow, like a slice of some semilucent stone behind which a lamp burnt, while a fringe... | Night And Day |
"I could live on fifteen shillings a week easily." | Mary Datchet | had attached itself to her.<|quote|>"I could live on fifteen shillings a week easily."</|quote|>"Could you?" said Ralph. "I | herself of a bramble which had attached itself to her.<|quote|>"I could live on fifteen shillings a week easily."</|quote|>"Could you?" said Ralph. "I don t believe you could," | Rankin? How can one expect them not to, when they only make fifteen shillings a week? Fifteen shillings a week," she repeated, coming out on the other side of the hedge, and running her fingers through her hair to rid herself of a bramble which had attached itself to her.<|quote|>"I could live on fifteen shillings a we... | a hedge," said Mary. In the gap of the hedge Ralph tore up a poacher s wire, set across a hole to trap a rabbit. "It s quite right that they should poach," said Mary, watching him tugging at the wire. "I wonder whether it was Alfred Duggins or Sid Rankin? How can one expect them not to, when they only make fifteen shil... | to break it for a time. She wished Ralph to feel, as she thought he would, all the fresh delights of the earth and air. She was right. In a moment he expressed his pleasure, much to her comfort. "This is the sort of country I thought you d live in, Mary," he said, pushing his hat back on his head, and looking about him... | and again. Mary had gone this walk many hundred times in the course of her life, generally alone, and at different stages the ghosts of past moods would flood her mind with a whole scene or train of thought merely at the sight of three trees from a particular angle, or at the sound of the pheasant clucking in the ditch... | wide awake, and he saw Mary Datchet, a sturdy russet figure, with a dash of scarlet about it, as the carriage slid down the platform. A tall youth who accompanied her shook him by the hand, took his bag, and led the way without uttering one articulate word. Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter s evening, when d... | been to the market town, were climbing into their gigs, or setting off home down the road together in little parties. Many salutations were addressed to Mary, who shouted back, with the addition of the speaker s name. But soon she led the way over a stile, and along a path worn slightly darker than the dim green surrou... | Night And Day |
"Could you?" | Ralph Denham | fifteen shillings a week easily."<|quote|>"Could you?"</|quote|>said Ralph. "I don t | her. "I could live on fifteen shillings a week easily."<|quote|>"Could you?"</|quote|>said Ralph. "I don t believe you could," he added. | they only make fifteen shillings a week? Fifteen shillings a week," she repeated, coming out on the other side of the hedge, and running her fingers through her hair to rid herself of a bramble which had attached itself to her. "I could live on fifteen shillings a week easily."<|quote|>"Could you?"</|quote|>said Ralph.... | hedge Ralph tore up a poacher s wire, set across a hole to trap a rabbit. "It s quite right that they should poach," said Mary, watching him tugging at the wire. "I wonder whether it was Alfred Duggins or Sid Rankin? How can one expect them not to, when they only make fifteen shillings a week? Fifteen shillings a week,... | to feel, as she thought he would, all the fresh delights of the earth and air. She was right. In a moment he expressed his pleasure, much to her comfort. "This is the sort of country I thought you d live in, Mary," he said, pushing his hat back on his head, and looking about him. "Real country. No gentlemen s seats." H... | times in the course of her life, generally alone, and at different stages the ghosts of past moods would flood her mind with a whole scene or train of thought merely at the sight of three trees from a particular angle, or at the sound of the pheasant clucking in the ditch. But to-night the circumstances were strong eno... | russet figure, with a dash of scarlet about it, as the carriage slid down the platform. A tall youth who accompanied her shook him by the hand, took his bag, and led the way without uttering one articulate word. Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter s evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to is... | on in silence; Mary took care not to break it for a time. She wished Ralph to feel, as she thought he would, all the fresh delights of the earth and air. She was right. In a moment he expressed his pleasure, much to her comfort. "This is the sort of country I thought you d live in, Mary," he said, pushing his hat back ... | Night And Day |
said Ralph. | No speaker | a week easily." "Could you?"<|quote|>said Ralph.</|quote|>"I don t believe you | could live on fifteen shillings a week easily." "Could you?"<|quote|>said Ralph.</|quote|>"I don t believe you could," he added. "Oh yes. | make fifteen shillings a week? Fifteen shillings a week," she repeated, coming out on the other side of the hedge, and running her fingers through her hair to rid herself of a bramble which had attached itself to her. "I could live on fifteen shillings a week easily." "Could you?"<|quote|>said Ralph.</|quote|>"I don t ... | tore up a poacher s wire, set across a hole to trap a rabbit. "It s quite right that they should poach," said Mary, watching him tugging at the wire. "I wonder whether it was Alfred Duggins or Sid Rankin? How can one expect them not to, when they only make fifteen shillings a week? Fifteen shillings a week," she repeat... | as she thought he would, all the fresh delights of the earth and air. She was right. In a moment he expressed his pleasure, much to her comfort. "This is the sort of country I thought you d live in, Mary," he said, pushing his hat back on his head, and looking about him. "Real country. No gentlemen s seats." He snuffed... | the course of her life, generally alone, and at different stages the ghosts of past moods would flood her mind with a whole scene or train of thought merely at the sight of three trees from a particular angle, or at the sound of the pheasant clucking in the ditch. But to-night the circumstances were strong enough to ou... | with a dash of scarlet about it, as the carriage slid down the platform. A tall youth who accompanied her shook him by the hand, took his bag, and led the way without uttering one articulate word. Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter s evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothin... | re staying with us you don t mind coming, do you?" "If I had, I shouldn t have come," he said sturdily. They walked on in silence; Mary took care not to break it for a time. She wished Ralph to feel, as she thought he would, all the fresh delights of the earth and air. She was right. In a moment he expressed his pleasu... | Night And Day |
"I don t believe you could," | Ralph Denham | easily." "Could you?" said Ralph.<|quote|>"I don t believe you could,"</|quote|>he added. "Oh yes. They | on fifteen shillings a week easily." "Could you?" said Ralph.<|quote|>"I don t believe you could,"</|quote|>he added. "Oh yes. They have a cottage thrown in, | shillings a week? Fifteen shillings a week," she repeated, coming out on the other side of the hedge, and running her fingers through her hair to rid herself of a bramble which had attached itself to her. "I could live on fifteen shillings a week easily." "Could you?" said Ralph.<|quote|>"I don t believe you could,"</|... | a poacher s wire, set across a hole to trap a rabbit. "It s quite right that they should poach," said Mary, watching him tugging at the wire. "I wonder whether it was Alfred Duggins or Sid Rankin? How can one expect them not to, when they only make fifteen shillings a week? Fifteen shillings a week," she repeated, comi... | thought he would, all the fresh delights of the earth and air. She was right. In a moment he expressed his pleasure, much to her comfort. "This is the sort of country I thought you d live in, Mary," he said, pushing his hat back on his head, and looking about him. "Real country. No gentlemen s seats." He snuffed the ai... | of her life, generally alone, and at different stages the ghosts of past moods would flood her mind with a whole scene or train of thought merely at the sight of three trees from a particular angle, or at the sound of the pheasant clucking in the ditch. But to-night the circumstances were strong enough to oust all othe... | dash of scarlet about it, as the carriage slid down the platform. A tall youth who accompanied her shook him by the hand, took his bag, and led the way without uttering one articulate word. Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter s evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness w... | she thought he would, all the fresh delights of the earth and air. She was right. In a moment he expressed his pleasure, much to her comfort. "This is the sort of country I thought you d live in, Mary," he said, pushing his hat back on his head, and looking about him. "Real country. No gentlemen s seats." He snuffed th... | Night And Day |
he added. | No speaker | don t believe you could,"<|quote|>he added.</|quote|>"Oh yes. They have a | "Could you?" said Ralph. "I don t believe you could,"<|quote|>he added.</|quote|>"Oh yes. They have a cottage thrown in, and a | week," she repeated, coming out on the other side of the hedge, and running her fingers through her hair to rid herself of a bramble which had attached itself to her. "I could live on fifteen shillings a week easily." "Could you?" said Ralph. "I don t believe you could,"<|quote|>he added.</|quote|>"Oh yes. They have a ... | a hole to trap a rabbit. "It s quite right that they should poach," said Mary, watching him tugging at the wire. "I wonder whether it was Alfred Duggins or Sid Rankin? How can one expect them not to, when they only make fifteen shillings a week? Fifteen shillings a week," she repeated, coming out on the other side of t... | delights of the earth and air. She was right. In a moment he expressed his pleasure, much to her comfort. "This is the sort of country I thought you d live in, Mary," he said, pushing his hat back on his head, and looking about him. "Real country. No gentlemen s seats." He snuffed the air, and felt more keenly than he ... | at different stages the ghosts of past moods would flood her mind with a whole scene or train of thought merely at the sight of three trees from a particular angle, or at the sound of the pheasant clucking in the ditch. But to-night the circumstances were strong enough to oust all other scenes; and she looked at the fi... | the carriage slid down the platform. A tall youth who accompanied her shook him by the hand, took his bag, and led the way without uttering one articulate word. Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter s evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom... | to make you shoot. Can you shoot? I shouldn t think so" "Look here, you must explain," said Ralph. "Who are these young men? Where am I staying?" "You are staying with us, of course," she said boldly. "Of course, you re staying with us you don t mind coming, do you?" "If I had, I shouldn t have come," he said sturdily.... | Night And Day |
"Oh yes. They have a cottage thrown in, and a garden where one can grow vegetables. It wouldn t be half bad," | Mary Datchet | believe you could," he added.<|quote|>"Oh yes. They have a cottage thrown in, and a garden where one can grow vegetables. It wouldn t be half bad,"</|quote|>said Mary, with a soberness | said Ralph. "I don t believe you could," he added.<|quote|>"Oh yes. They have a cottage thrown in, and a garden where one can grow vegetables. It wouldn t be half bad,"</|quote|>said Mary, with a soberness which impressed Ralph very much. | repeated, coming out on the other side of the hedge, and running her fingers through her hair to rid herself of a bramble which had attached itself to her. "I could live on fifteen shillings a week easily." "Could you?" said Ralph. "I don t believe you could," he added.<|quote|>"Oh yes. They have a cottage thrown in, a... | to trap a rabbit. "It s quite right that they should poach," said Mary, watching him tugging at the wire. "I wonder whether it was Alfred Duggins or Sid Rankin? How can one expect them not to, when they only make fifteen shillings a week? Fifteen shillings a week," she repeated, coming out on the other side of the hedg... | the earth and air. She was right. In a moment he expressed his pleasure, much to her comfort. "This is the sort of country I thought you d live in, Mary," he said, pushing his hat back on his head, and looking about him. "Real country. No gentlemen s seats." He snuffed the air, and felt more keenly than he had done for... | stages the ghosts of past moods would flood her mind with a whole scene or train of thought merely at the sight of three trees from a particular angle, or at the sound of the pheasant clucking in the ditch. But to-night the circumstances were strong enough to oust all other scenes; and she looked at the field and the t... | slid down the platform. A tall youth who accompanied her shook him by the hand, took his bag, and led the way without uttering one articulate word. Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter s evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day... | of black trees with distinct branches stood against the light, which was obscured in one direction by a hump of earth, in all other directions the land lying flat to the very verge of the sky. One of the swift and noiseless birds of the winter s night seemed to follow them across the field, circling a few feet in front... | Night And Day |
said Mary, with a soberness which impressed Ralph very much. | No speaker | wouldn t be half bad,"<|quote|>said Mary, with a soberness which impressed Ralph very much.</|quote|>"But you d get tired | one can grow vegetables. It wouldn t be half bad,"<|quote|>said Mary, with a soberness which impressed Ralph very much.</|quote|>"But you d get tired of it," he urged. "I | bramble which had attached itself to her. "I could live on fifteen shillings a week easily." "Could you?" said Ralph. "I don t believe you could," he added. "Oh yes. They have a cottage thrown in, and a garden where one can grow vegetables. It wouldn t be half bad,"<|quote|>said Mary, with a soberness which impressed R... | whether it was Alfred Duggins or Sid Rankin? How can one expect them not to, when they only make fifteen shillings a week? Fifteen shillings a week," she repeated, coming out on the other side of the hedge, and running her fingers through her hair to rid herself of a bramble which had attached itself to her. "I could l... | of country I thought you d live in, Mary," he said, pushing his hat back on his head, and looking about him. "Real country. No gentlemen s seats." He snuffed the air, and felt more keenly than he had done for many weeks the pleasure of owning a body. "Now we have to find our way through a hedge," said Mary. In the gap ... | of three trees from a particular angle, or at the sound of the pheasant clucking in the ditch. But to-night the circumstances were strong enough to oust all other scenes; and she looked at the field and the trees with an involuntary intensity as if they had no such associations for her. "Well, Ralph," she said, "this i... | without uttering one articulate word. Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter s evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day. Such an edge was there in Mary s voice when she greeted him. About her seemed to hang the mist of the winter... | isn t it? Look, there s a bird for you! Oh, you ve brought glasses, have you? Edward and Christopher mean to make you shoot. Can you shoot? I shouldn t think so" "Look here, you must explain," said Ralph. "Who are these young men? Where am I staying?" "You are staying with us, of course," she said boldly. "Of course, y... | Night And Day |
"But you d get tired of it," | Ralph Denham | which impressed Ralph very much.<|quote|>"But you d get tired of it,"</|quote|>he urged. "I sometimes think | said Mary, with a soberness which impressed Ralph very much.<|quote|>"But you d get tired of it,"</|quote|>he urged. "I sometimes think it s the only thing | on fifteen shillings a week easily." "Could you?" said Ralph. "I don t believe you could," he added. "Oh yes. They have a cottage thrown in, and a garden where one can grow vegetables. It wouldn t be half bad," said Mary, with a soberness which impressed Ralph very much.<|quote|>"But you d get tired of it,"</|quote|>he... | one expect them not to, when they only make fifteen shillings a week? Fifteen shillings a week," she repeated, coming out on the other side of the hedge, and running her fingers through her hair to rid herself of a bramble which had attached itself to her. "I could live on fifteen shillings a week easily." "Could you?"... | said, pushing his hat back on his head, and looking about him. "Real country. No gentlemen s seats." He snuffed the air, and felt more keenly than he had done for many weeks the pleasure of owning a body. "Now we have to find our way through a hedge," said Mary. In the gap of the hedge Ralph tore up a poacher s wire, s... | sound of the pheasant clucking in the ditch. But to-night the circumstances were strong enough to oust all other scenes; and she looked at the field and the trees with an involuntary intensity as if they had no such associations for her. "Well, Ralph," she said, "this is better than Lincoln s Inn Fields, isn t it? Look... | as on a winter s evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day. Such an edge was there in Mary s voice when she greeted him. About her seemed to hang the mist of the winter hedges, and the clear red of the bramble leaves. He felt himself at... | the ditch. But to-night the circumstances were strong enough to oust all other scenes; and she looked at the field and the trees with an involuntary intensity as if they had no such associations for her. "Well, Ralph," she said, "this is better than Lincoln s Inn Fields, isn t it? Look, there s a bird for you! Oh, you ... | Night And Day |
he urged. | No speaker | d get tired of it,"<|quote|>he urged.</|quote|>"I sometimes think it s | Ralph very much. "But you d get tired of it,"<|quote|>he urged.</|quote|>"I sometimes think it s the only thing one would | you?" said Ralph. "I don t believe you could," he added. "Oh yes. They have a cottage thrown in, and a garden where one can grow vegetables. It wouldn t be half bad," said Mary, with a soberness which impressed Ralph very much. "But you d get tired of it,"<|quote|>he urged.</|quote|>"I sometimes think it s the only thi... | only make fifteen shillings a week? Fifteen shillings a week," she repeated, coming out on the other side of the hedge, and running her fingers through her hair to rid herself of a bramble which had attached itself to her. "I could live on fifteen shillings a week easily." "Could you?" said Ralph. "I don t believe you ... | head, and looking about him. "Real country. No gentlemen s seats." He snuffed the air, and felt more keenly than he had done for many weeks the pleasure of owning a body. "Now we have to find our way through a hedge," said Mary. In the gap of the hedge Ralph tore up a poacher s wire, set across a hole to trap a rabbit.... | ditch. But to-night the circumstances were strong enough to oust all other scenes; and she looked at the field and the trees with an involuntary intensity as if they had no such associations for her. "Well, Ralph," she said, "this is better than Lincoln s Inn Fields, isn t it? Look, there s a bird for you! Oh, you ve b... | dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day. Such an edge was there in Mary s voice when she greeted him. About her seemed to hang the mist of the winter hedges, and the clear red of the bramble leaves. He felt himself at once stepping on to the firm g... | looked at the field and the trees with an involuntary intensity as if they had no such associations for her. "Well, Ralph," she said, "this is better than Lincoln s Inn Fields, isn t it? Look, there s a bird for you! Oh, you ve brought glasses, have you? Edward and Christopher mean to make you shoot. Can you shoot? I s... | Night And Day |
"I sometimes think it s the only thing one would never get tired of," | Mary Datchet | tired of it," he urged.<|quote|>"I sometimes think it s the only thing one would never get tired of,"</|quote|>she replied. The idea of | much. "But you d get tired of it," he urged.<|quote|>"I sometimes think it s the only thing one would never get tired of,"</|quote|>she replied. The idea of a cottage where one grew | Ralph. "I don t believe you could," he added. "Oh yes. They have a cottage thrown in, and a garden where one can grow vegetables. It wouldn t be half bad," said Mary, with a soberness which impressed Ralph very much. "But you d get tired of it," he urged.<|quote|>"I sometimes think it s the only thing one would never g... | fifteen shillings a week? Fifteen shillings a week," she repeated, coming out on the other side of the hedge, and running her fingers through her hair to rid herself of a bramble which had attached itself to her. "I could live on fifteen shillings a week easily." "Could you?" said Ralph. "I don t believe you could," he... | looking about him. "Real country. No gentlemen s seats." He snuffed the air, and felt more keenly than he had done for many weeks the pleasure of owning a body. "Now we have to find our way through a hedge," said Mary. In the gap of the hedge Ralph tore up a poacher s wire, set across a hole to trap a rabbit. "It s qui... | to-night the circumstances were strong enough to oust all other scenes; and she looked at the field and the trees with an involuntary intensity as if they had no such associations for her. "Well, Ralph," she said, "this is better than Lincoln s Inn Fields, isn t it? Look, there s a bird for you! Oh, you ve brought glas... | hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day. Such an edge was there in Mary s voice when she greeted him. About her seemed to hang the mist of the winter hedges, and the clear red of the bramble leaves. He felt himself at once stepping on to the firm ground of an ... | took care not to break it for a time. She wished Ralph to feel, as she thought he would, all the fresh delights of the earth and air. She was right. In a moment he expressed his pleasure, much to her comfort. "This is the sort of country I thought you d live in, Mary," he said, pushing his hat back on his head, and loo... | Night And Day |
she replied. The idea of a cottage where one grew one s own vegetables and lived on fifteen shillings a week, filled Ralph with an extraordinary sense of rest and satisfaction. | No speaker | would never get tired of,"<|quote|>she replied. The idea of a cottage where one grew one s own vegetables and lived on fifteen shillings a week, filled Ralph with an extraordinary sense of rest and satisfaction.</|quote|>"But wouldn t it be | s the only thing one would never get tired of,"<|quote|>she replied. The idea of a cottage where one grew one s own vegetables and lived on fifteen shillings a week, filled Ralph with an extraordinary sense of rest and satisfaction.</|quote|>"But wouldn t it be on the main road, or | cottage thrown in, and a garden where one can grow vegetables. It wouldn t be half bad," said Mary, with a soberness which impressed Ralph very much. "But you d get tired of it," he urged. "I sometimes think it s the only thing one would never get tired of,"<|quote|>she replied. The idea of a cottage where one grew one... | other side of the hedge, and running her fingers through her hair to rid herself of a bramble which had attached itself to her. "I could live on fifteen shillings a week easily." "Could you?" said Ralph. "I don t believe you could," he added. "Oh yes. They have a cottage thrown in, and a garden where one can grow veget... | felt more keenly than he had done for many weeks the pleasure of owning a body. "Now we have to find our way through a hedge," said Mary. In the gap of the hedge Ralph tore up a poacher s wire, set across a hole to trap a rabbit. "It s quite right that they should poach," said Mary, watching him tugging at the wire. "I... | at the field and the trees with an involuntary intensity as if they had no such associations for her. "Well, Ralph," she said, "this is better than Lincoln s Inn Fields, isn t it? Look, there s a bird for you! Oh, you ve brought glasses, have you? Edward and Christopher mean to make you shoot. Can you shoot? I shouldn ... | intimacy seldom heard by day. Such an edge was there in Mary s voice when she greeted him. About her seemed to hang the mist of the winter hedges, and the clear red of the bramble leaves. He felt himself at once stepping on to the firm ground of an entirely different world, but he did not allow himself to yield to the ... | said, "this is better than Lincoln s Inn Fields, isn t it? Look, there s a bird for you! Oh, you ve brought glasses, have you? Edward and Christopher mean to make you shoot. Can you shoot? I shouldn t think so" "Look here, you must explain," said Ralph. "Who are these young men? Where am I staying?" "You are staying wi... | Night And Day |
"But wouldn t it be on the main road, or next door to a woman with six squalling children, who d always be hanging her washing out to dry across your garden?" | Ralph Denham | sense of rest and satisfaction.<|quote|>"But wouldn t it be on the main road, or next door to a woman with six squalling children, who d always be hanging her washing out to dry across your garden?"</|quote|>"The cottage I m thinking | filled Ralph with an extraordinary sense of rest and satisfaction.<|quote|>"But wouldn t it be on the main road, or next door to a woman with six squalling children, who d always be hanging her washing out to dry across your garden?"</|quote|>"The cottage I m thinking of stands by itself in | tired of it," he urged. "I sometimes think it s the only thing one would never get tired of," she replied. The idea of a cottage where one grew one s own vegetables and lived on fifteen shillings a week, filled Ralph with an extraordinary sense of rest and satisfaction.<|quote|>"But wouldn t it be on the main road, or ... | week easily." "Could you?" said Ralph. "I don t believe you could," he added. "Oh yes. They have a cottage thrown in, and a garden where one can grow vegetables. It wouldn t be half bad," said Mary, with a soberness which impressed Ralph very much. "But you d get tired of it," he urged. "I sometimes think it s the only... | of the hedge Ralph tore up a poacher s wire, set across a hole to trap a rabbit. "It s quite right that they should poach," said Mary, watching him tugging at the wire. "I wonder whether it was Alfred Duggins or Sid Rankin? How can one expect them not to, when they only make fifteen shillings a week? Fifteen shillings ... | isn t it? Look, there s a bird for you! Oh, you ve brought glasses, have you? Edward and Christopher mean to make you shoot. Can you shoot? I shouldn t think so" "Look here, you must explain," said Ralph. "Who are these young men? Where am I staying?" "You are staying with us, of course," she said boldly. "Of course, y... | clear red of the bramble leaves. He felt himself at once stepping on to the firm ground of an entirely different world, but he did not allow himself to yield to the pleasure of it directly. They gave him his choice of driving with Edward or of walking home across the fields with Mary not a shorter way, they explained, ... | No gentlemen s seats." He snuffed the air, and felt more keenly than he had done for many weeks the pleasure of owning a body. "Now we have to find our way through a hedge," said Mary. In the gap of the hedge Ralph tore up a poacher s wire, set across a hole to trap a rabbit. "It s quite right that they should poach," ... | Night And Day |
"The cottage I m thinking of stands by itself in a little orchard." | Mary Datchet | to dry across your garden?"<|quote|>"The cottage I m thinking of stands by itself in a little orchard."</|quote|>"And what about the Suffrage?" | be hanging her washing out to dry across your garden?"<|quote|>"The cottage I m thinking of stands by itself in a little orchard."</|quote|>"And what about the Suffrage?" he asked, attempting sarcasm. "Oh, | vegetables and lived on fifteen shillings a week, filled Ralph with an extraordinary sense of rest and satisfaction. "But wouldn t it be on the main road, or next door to a woman with six squalling children, who d always be hanging her washing out to dry across your garden?"<|quote|>"The cottage I m thinking of stands ... | t be half bad," said Mary, with a soberness which impressed Ralph very much. "But you d get tired of it," he urged. "I sometimes think it s the only thing one would never get tired of," she replied. The idea of a cottage where one grew one s own vegetables and lived on fifteen shillings a week, filled Ralph with an ext... | the wire. "I wonder whether it was Alfred Duggins or Sid Rankin? How can one expect them not to, when they only make fifteen shillings a week? Fifteen shillings a week," she repeated, coming out on the other side of the hedge, and running her fingers through her hair to rid herself of a bramble which had attached itsel... | so" "Look here, you must explain," said Ralph. "Who are these young men? Where am I staying?" "You are staying with us, of course," she said boldly. "Of course, you re staying with us you don t mind coming, do you?" "If I had, I shouldn t have come," he said sturdily. They walked on in silence; Mary took care not to br... | pleasure of it directly. They gave him his choice of driving with Edward or of walking home across the fields with Mary not a shorter way, they explained, but Mary thought it a nicer way. He decided to walk with her, being conscious, indeed, that he got comfort from her presence. What could be the cause of her cheerful... | gone this walk many hundred times in the course of her life, generally alone, and at different stages the ghosts of past moods would flood her mind with a whole scene or train of thought merely at the sight of three trees from a particular angle, or at the sound of the pheasant clucking in the ditch. But to-night the c... | Night And Day |
"And what about the Suffrage?" | Ralph Denham | itself in a little orchard."<|quote|>"And what about the Suffrage?"</|quote|>he asked, attempting sarcasm. "Oh, | m thinking of stands by itself in a little orchard."<|quote|>"And what about the Suffrage?"</|quote|>he asked, attempting sarcasm. "Oh, there are other things in | sense of rest and satisfaction. "But wouldn t it be on the main road, or next door to a woman with six squalling children, who d always be hanging her washing out to dry across your garden?" "The cottage I m thinking of stands by itself in a little orchard."<|quote|>"And what about the Suffrage?"</|quote|>he asked, att... | much. "But you d get tired of it," he urged. "I sometimes think it s the only thing one would never get tired of," she replied. The idea of a cottage where one grew one s own vegetables and lived on fifteen shillings a week, filled Ralph with an extraordinary sense of rest and satisfaction. "But wouldn t it be on the m... | can one expect them not to, when they only make fifteen shillings a week? Fifteen shillings a week," she repeated, coming out on the other side of the hedge, and running her fingers through her hair to rid herself of a bramble which had attached itself to her. "I could live on fifteen shillings a week easily." "Could y... | Where am I staying?" "You are staying with us, of course," she said boldly. "Of course, you re staying with us you don t mind coming, do you?" "If I had, I shouldn t have come," he said sturdily. They walked on in silence; Mary took care not to break it for a time. She wished Ralph to feel, as she thought he would, all... | or of walking home across the fields with Mary not a shorter way, they explained, but Mary thought it a nicer way. He decided to walk with her, being conscious, indeed, that he got comfort from her presence. What could be the cause of her cheerfulness, he wondered, half ironically, and half enviously, as the pony-cart ... | Oh, you ve brought glasses, have you? Edward and Christopher mean to make you shoot. Can you shoot? I shouldn t think so" "Look here, you must explain," said Ralph. "Who are these young men? Where am I staying?" "You are staying with us, of course," she said boldly. "Of course, you re staying with us you don t mind com... | Night And Day |
he asked, attempting sarcasm. | No speaker | "And what about the Suffrage?"<|quote|>he asked, attempting sarcasm.</|quote|>"Oh, there are other things | itself in a little orchard." "And what about the Suffrage?"<|quote|>he asked, attempting sarcasm.</|quote|>"Oh, there are other things in the world besides the | "But wouldn t it be on the main road, or next door to a woman with six squalling children, who d always be hanging her washing out to dry across your garden?" "The cottage I m thinking of stands by itself in a little orchard." "And what about the Suffrage?"<|quote|>he asked, attempting sarcasm.</|quote|>"Oh, there are ... | tired of it," he urged. "I sometimes think it s the only thing one would never get tired of," she replied. The idea of a cottage where one grew one s own vegetables and lived on fifteen shillings a week, filled Ralph with an extraordinary sense of rest and satisfaction. "But wouldn t it be on the main road, or next doo... | to, when they only make fifteen shillings a week? Fifteen shillings a week," she repeated, coming out on the other side of the hedge, and running her fingers through her hair to rid herself of a bramble which had attached itself to her. "I could live on fifteen shillings a week easily." "Could you?" said Ralph. "I don ... | are staying with us, of course," she said boldly. "Of course, you re staying with us you don t mind coming, do you?" "If I had, I shouldn t have come," he said sturdily. They walked on in silence; Mary took care not to break it for a time. She wished Ralph to feel, as she thought he would, all the fresh delights of the... | the fields with Mary not a shorter way, they explained, but Mary thought it a nicer way. He decided to walk with her, being conscious, indeed, that he got comfort from her presence. What could be the cause of her cheerfulness, he wondered, half ironically, and half enviously, as the pony-cart started briskly away, and ... | the field, circling a few feet in front of them, disappearing and returning again and again. Mary had gone this walk many hundred times in the course of her life, generally alone, and at different stages the ghosts of past moods would flood her mind with a whole scene or train of thought merely at the sight of three tr... | Night And Day |
"Oh, there are other things in the world besides the Suffrage," | Mary Datchet | Suffrage?" he asked, attempting sarcasm.<|quote|>"Oh, there are other things in the world besides the Suffrage,"</|quote|>she replied, in an off-hand | orchard." "And what about the Suffrage?" he asked, attempting sarcasm.<|quote|>"Oh, there are other things in the world besides the Suffrage,"</|quote|>she replied, in an off-hand manner which was slightly mysterious. | be on the main road, or next door to a woman with six squalling children, who d always be hanging her washing out to dry across your garden?" "The cottage I m thinking of stands by itself in a little orchard." "And what about the Suffrage?" he asked, attempting sarcasm.<|quote|>"Oh, there are other things in the world ... | urged. "I sometimes think it s the only thing one would never get tired of," she replied. The idea of a cottage where one grew one s own vegetables and lived on fifteen shillings a week, filled Ralph with an extraordinary sense of rest and satisfaction. "But wouldn t it be on the main road, or next door to a woman with... | make fifteen shillings a week? Fifteen shillings a week," she repeated, coming out on the other side of the hedge, and running her fingers through her hair to rid herself of a bramble which had attached itself to her. "I could live on fifteen shillings a week easily." "Could you?" said Ralph. "I don t believe you could... | of course," she said boldly. "Of course, you re staying with us you don t mind coming, do you?" "If I had, I shouldn t have come," he said sturdily. They walked on in silence; Mary took care not to break it for a time. She wished Ralph to feel, as she thought he would, all the fresh delights of the earth and air. She w... | not a shorter way, they explained, but Mary thought it a nicer way. He decided to walk with her, being conscious, indeed, that he got comfort from her presence. What could be the cause of her cheerfulness, he wondered, half ironically, and half enviously, as the pony-cart started briskly away, and the dusk swam between... | said Mary. In the gap of the hedge Ralph tore up a poacher s wire, set across a hole to trap a rabbit. "It s quite right that they should poach," said Mary, watching him tugging at the wire. "I wonder whether it was Alfred Duggins or Sid Rankin? How can one expect them not to, when they only make fifteen shillings a we... | Night And Day |
she replied, in an off-hand manner which was slightly mysterious. Ralph fell silent. It annoyed him that she should have plans of which he knew nothing; but he felt that he had no right to press her further. His mind settled upon the idea of life in a country cottage. Conceivably, for he could not examine into it now, ... | No speaker | the world besides the Suffrage,"<|quote|>she replied, in an off-hand manner which was slightly mysterious. Ralph fell silent. It annoyed him that she should have plans of which he knew nothing; but he felt that he had no right to press her further. His mind settled upon the idea of life in a country cottage. Conceivabl... | there are other things in the world besides the Suffrage,"<|quote|>she replied, in an off-hand manner which was slightly mysterious. Ralph fell silent. It annoyed him that she should have plans of which he knew nothing; but he felt that he had no right to press her further. His mind settled upon the idea of life in a c... | with six squalling children, who d always be hanging her washing out to dry across your garden?" "The cottage I m thinking of stands by itself in a little orchard." "And what about the Suffrage?" he asked, attempting sarcasm. "Oh, there are other things in the world besides the Suffrage,"<|quote|>she replied, in an off... | never get tired of," she replied. The idea of a cottage where one grew one s own vegetables and lived on fifteen shillings a week, filled Ralph with an extraordinary sense of rest and satisfaction. "But wouldn t it be on the main road, or next door to a woman with six squalling children, who d always be hanging her was... | coming out on the other side of the hedge, and running her fingers through her hair to rid herself of a bramble which had attached itself to her. "I could live on fifteen shillings a week easily." "Could you?" said Ralph. "I don t believe you could," he added. "Oh yes. They have a cottage thrown in, and a garden where ... | us you don t mind coming, do you?" "If I had, I shouldn t have come," he said sturdily. They walked on in silence; Mary took care not to break it for a time. She wished Ralph to feel, as she thought he would, all the fresh delights of the earth and air. She was right. In a moment he expressed his pleasure, much to her ... | nicer way. He decided to walk with her, being conscious, indeed, that he got comfort from her presence. What could be the cause of her cheerfulness, he wondered, half ironically, and half enviously, as the pony-cart started briskly away, and the dusk swam between their eyes and the tall form of Edward, standing up to d... | to her comfort. "This is the sort of country I thought you d live in, Mary," he said, pushing his hat back on his head, and looking about him. "Real country. No gentlemen s seats." He snuffed the air, and felt more keenly than he had done for many weeks the pleasure of owning a body. "Now we have to find our way throug... | Night And Day |
"D you know the points of the compass?" | Ralph Denham | the shape of the country.<|quote|>"D you know the points of the compass?"</|quote|>he asked. "Well, of course," | stared through the dusk at the shape of the country.<|quote|>"D you know the points of the compass?"</|quote|>he asked. "Well, of course," said Mary. "What d you | further. His mind settled upon the idea of life in a country cottage. Conceivably, for he could not examine into it now, here lay a tremendous possibility; a solution of many problems. He struck his stick upon the earth, and stared through the dusk at the shape of the country.<|quote|>"D you know the points of the comp... | attempting sarcasm. "Oh, there are other things in the world besides the Suffrage," she replied, in an off-hand manner which was slightly mysterious. Ralph fell silent. It annoyed him that she should have plans of which he knew nothing; but he felt that he had no right to press her further. His mind settled upon the id... | it," he urged. "I sometimes think it s the only thing one would never get tired of," she replied. The idea of a cottage where one grew one s own vegetables and lived on fifteen shillings a week, filled Ralph with an extraordinary sense of rest and satisfaction. "But wouldn t it be on the main road, or next door to a wo... | his head, and looking about him. "Real country. No gentlemen s seats." He snuffed the air, and felt more keenly than he had done for many weeks the pleasure of owning a body. "Now we have to find our way through a hedge," said Mary. In the gap of the hedge Ralph tore up a poacher s wire, set across a hole to trap a rab... | home down the road together in little parties. Many salutations were addressed to Mary, who shouted back, with the addition of the speaker s name. But soon she led the way over a stile, and along a path worn slightly darker than the dim green surrounding it. In front of them the sky now showed itself of a reddish-yello... | of country I thought you d live in, Mary," he said, pushing his hat back on his head, and looking about him. "Real country. No gentlemen s seats." He snuffed the air, and felt more keenly than he had done for many weeks the pleasure of owning a body. "Now we have to find our way through a hedge," said Mary. In the gap ... | Night And Day |
he asked. | No speaker | the points of the compass?"<|quote|>he asked.</|quote|>"Well, of course," said Mary. | the country. "D you know the points of the compass?"<|quote|>he asked.</|quote|>"Well, of course," said Mary. "What d you take me | life in a country cottage. Conceivably, for he could not examine into it now, here lay a tremendous possibility; a solution of many problems. He struck his stick upon the earth, and stared through the dusk at the shape of the country. "D you know the points of the compass?"<|quote|>he asked.</|quote|>"Well, of course,"... | the world besides the Suffrage," she replied, in an off-hand manner which was slightly mysterious. Ralph fell silent. It annoyed him that she should have plans of which he knew nothing; but he felt that he had no right to press her further. His mind settled upon the idea of life in a country cottage. Conceivably, for h... | the only thing one would never get tired of," she replied. The idea of a cottage where one grew one s own vegetables and lived on fifteen shillings a week, filled Ralph with an extraordinary sense of rest and satisfaction. "But wouldn t it be on the main road, or next door to a woman with six squalling children, who d ... | No gentlemen s seats." He snuffed the air, and felt more keenly than he had done for many weeks the pleasure of owning a body. "Now we have to find our way through a hedge," said Mary. In the gap of the hedge Ralph tore up a poacher s wire, set across a hole to trap a rabbit. "It s quite right that they should poach," ... | Many salutations were addressed to Mary, who shouted back, with the addition of the speaker s name. But soon she led the way over a stile, and along a path worn slightly darker than the dim green surrounding it. In front of them the sky now showed itself of a reddish-yellow, like a slice of some semilucent stone behind... | side of the hedge, and running her fingers through her hair to rid herself of a bramble which had attached itself to her. "I could live on fifteen shillings a week easily." "Could you?" said Ralph. "I don t believe you could," he added. "Oh yes. They have a cottage thrown in, and a garden where one can grow vegetables.... | Night And Day |
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