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"Well, of course," | Mary Datchet | of the compass?" he asked.<|quote|>"Well, of course,"</|quote|>said Mary. "What d you | "D you know the points of the compass?" he asked.<|quote|>"Well, of course,"</|quote|>said Mary. "What d you take me for? a Cockney | 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?" he asked.<|quote|>"Well, of course,"</|quote|>said Ma... | 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 he could no... | 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 always be... | 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," said Mary, wa... | 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 which a lamp bur... | 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 earth and a... | Night And Day |
said Mary. | No speaker | he asked. "Well, of course,"<|quote|>said Mary.</|quote|>"What d you take me | the points of the compass?" he asked. "Well, of course,"<|quote|>said Mary.</|quote|>"What d you take me for? a Cockney like you?" | 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?" he asked. "Well, of course,"<|quote|>said Mary.</|quote|>"What d you tak... | 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, ... | 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... | 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, watching him tu... | 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... | 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 added. "Oh yes. They have... | Night And Day |
"What d you take me for? a Cockney like you?" | Mary Datchet | "Well, of course," said Mary.<|quote|>"What d you take me for? a Cockney like you?"</|quote|>She then told him exactly | of the compass?" he asked. "Well, of course," said Mary.<|quote|>"What d you take me for? a Cockney like you?"</|quote|>She then told him exactly where the north lay, and | 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?" he asked. "Well, of course," said Mary.<|quote|>"What d you take me for? a Cockney like y... | 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, here lay a tr... | 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 washing out t... | 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, watching him tugging at the... | 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 of black ... | 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 coming, do ... | Night And Day |
She then told him exactly where the north lay, and where the south. | No speaker | for? a Cockney like you?"<|quote|>She then told him exactly where the north lay, and where the south.</|quote|>"It s my native land, | "What d you take me for? a Cockney like you?"<|quote|>She then told him exactly where the north lay, and where the south.</|quote|>"It s my native land, this," she said. "I could | 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?" he asked. "Well, of course," said Mary. "What d you take me for? a Cockney like you?"<|quote|>She then told him exactly where the nort... | 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, here lay a tremendous possibility; a solution of many problems. He struck his... | 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 washing out to dry across your garden?" "The cottage I m thinking... | 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 wonder whether it was Alfred Duggins ... | 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 against the light, w... | 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 wonder whether it was Alfred Duggins or Sid Rankin? How can one expect them not to, when they o... | Night And Day |
"It s my native land, this," | Mary Datchet | lay, and where the south.<|quote|>"It s my native land, this,"</|quote|>she said. "I could smell | him exactly where the north lay, and where the south.<|quote|>"It s my native land, this,"</|quote|>she said. "I could smell my way about it blindfold." | earth, and stared through the dusk at the shape of the country. "D you know the points of the compass?" he asked. "Well, of course," said Mary. "What d you take me for? a Cockney like you?" She then told him exactly where the north lay, and where the south.<|quote|>"It s my native land, this,"</|quote|>she said. "I cou... | 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, 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 ... | 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?" "The cottage I m thinking of stands by itself in a little orchard." "And what about the Suffra... | 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 wonder whether it was Alfred Duggins or Sid Rankin? How can one expect them not to, when they only m... | 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... | 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 hedge, and running her fingers through her hair to rid herself of a bramble which had... | Night And Day |
she said. | No speaker | s my native land, this,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"I could smell my way | and where the south. "It s my native land, this,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"I could smell my way about it blindfold." As if | at the shape of the country. "D you know the points of the compass?" he asked. "Well, of course," said Mary. "What d you take me for? a Cockney like you?" She then told him exactly where the north lay, and where the south. "It s my native land, this,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"I could smell my way about it blindfold.... | 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, 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 ... | 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." "And what about the Suffrage?" he asked, attempting sarcasm. "Oh, t... | 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 week? F... | 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 land ly... | 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 wonder whether it was Alfred... | Night And Day |
"I could smell my way about it blindfold." | Mary Datchet | native land, this," she said.<|quote|>"I could smell my way about it blindfold."</|quote|>As if to prove this | the south. "It s my native land, this," she said.<|quote|>"I could smell my way about it blindfold."</|quote|>As if to prove this boast, she walked a little | shape of the country. "D you know the points of the compass?" he asked. "Well, of course," said Mary. "What d you take me for? a Cockney like you?" She then told him exactly where the north lay, and where the south. "It s my native land, this," she said.<|quote|>"I could smell my way about it blindfold."</|quote|>As if... | 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, 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 ... | 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." "And what about the Suffrage?" he asked, attempting sarcasm. "Oh, there are... | 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 week? Fifteen sh... | 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 land lying flat to the ve... | 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. It wouldn t be half bad," said Mary, with a soberness ... | Night And Day |
As if to prove this boast, she walked a little quicker, so that Ralph found it difficult to keep pace with her. At the same time, he felt drawn to her as he had never been before; partly, no doubt, because she was more independent of him than in London, and seemed to be attached firmly to a world where he had no place ... | No speaker | my way about it blindfold."<|quote|>As if to prove this boast, she walked a little quicker, so that Ralph found it difficult to keep pace with her. At the same time, he felt drawn to her as he had never been before; partly, no doubt, because she was more independent of him than in London, and seemed to be attached firm... | she said. "I could smell my way about it blindfold."<|quote|>As if to prove this boast, she walked a little quicker, so that Ralph found it difficult to keep pace with her. At the same time, he felt drawn to her as he had never been before; partly, no doubt, because she was more independent of him than in London, and s... | points of the compass?" he asked. "Well, of course," said Mary. "What d you take me for? a Cockney like you?" She then told him exactly where the north lay, and where the south. "It s my native land, this," she said. "I could smell my way about it blindfold."<|quote|>As if to prove this boast, she walked a little quick... | 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. "D you know the points of the compass?" he asked. "Well, of course,"... | 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. "Oh, there are other things in the world besides the Su... | 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... | 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 land lying flat to the very verge of the sky. One of the s... | 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 ... | Night And Day |
"That s Christopher, come in already, and gone to feed his chickens," | Mary Datchet | and the light stood still.<|quote|>"That s Christopher, come in already, and gone to feed his chickens,"</|quote|>she said. She introduced him | neighboring field. He shouted, too, and the light stood still.<|quote|>"That s Christopher, come in already, and gone to feed his chickens,"</|quote|>she said. She introduced him to Ralph, who could see | on her shoulder when they jumped a bank into a very narrow lane. And he felt curiously shy of her when she began to shout through her hands at a spot of light which swung upon the mist in a neighboring field. He shouted, too, and the light stood still.<|quote|>"That s Christopher, come in already, and gone to feed his ... | partly, no doubt, because she was more independent of him than in London, and seemed to be attached firmly to a world where he had no place at all. Now the dusk had fallen to such an extent that he had to follow her implicitly, and even lean his hand on her shoulder when they jumped a bank into a very narrow lane. And ... | through the dusk at the shape of the country. "D you know the points of the compass?" he asked. "Well, of course," said Mary. "What d you take me for? a Cockney like you?" She then told him exactly where the north lay, and where the south. "It s my native land, this," she said. "I could smell my way about it blindfold.... | 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 extraordinary sense of rest and satisfaction. "But wouldn t it ... | 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 Lincoln s Inn Fields, isn ... | 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, set across a hole to tr... | Night And Day |
she said. She introduced him to Ralph, who could see only a tall figure in gaiters, rising from a fluttering circle of soft feathery bodies, upon whom the light fell in wavering discs, calling out now a bright spot of yellow, now one of greenish-black and scarlet. Mary dipped her hand in the bucket he carried, and was ... | No speaker | gone to feed his chickens,"<|quote|>she said. She introduced him to Ralph, who could see only a tall figure in gaiters, rising from a fluttering circle of soft feathery bodies, upon whom the light fell in wavering discs, calling out now a bright spot of yellow, now one of greenish-black and scarlet. Mary dipped her han... | Christopher, come in already, and gone to feed his chickens,"<|quote|>she said. She introduced him to Ralph, who could see only a tall figure in gaiters, rising from a fluttering circle of soft feathery bodies, upon whom the light fell in wavering discs, calling out now a bright spot of yellow, now one of greenish-blac... | lane. And he felt curiously shy of her when she began to shout through her hands at a spot of light which swung upon the mist in a neighboring field. He shouted, too, and the light stood still. "That s Christopher, come in already, and gone to feed his chickens,"<|quote|>she said. She introduced him to Ralph, who could... | London, and seemed to be attached firmly to a world where he had no place at all. Now the dusk had fallen to such an extent that he had to follow her implicitly, and even lean his hand on her shoulder when they jumped a bank into a very narrow lane. And he felt curiously shy of her when she began to shout through her h... | the points of the compass?" he asked. "Well, of course," said Mary. "What d you take me for? a Cockney like you?" She then told him exactly where the north lay, and where the south. "It s my native land, this," she said. "I could smell my way about it blindfold." As if to prove this boast, she walked a little quicker, ... | "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 six sq... | 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... | "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 quite right that they ... | Night And Day |
said the Reverend Wyndham Datchet, tucking his napkin into his collar, so that almost the whole of his body was concealed by a large white diamond. | No speaker | by the 3.10, Mr. Denham?"<|quote|>said the Reverend Wyndham Datchet, tucking his napkin into his collar, so that almost the whole of his body was concealed by a large white diamond.</|quote|>"They treat us very well, | pink, unmolded flesh. "You came by the 3.10, Mr. Denham?"<|quote|>said the Reverend Wyndham Datchet, tucking his napkin into his collar, so that almost the whole of his body was concealed by a large white diamond.</|quote|>"They treat us very well, on the whole. Considering the | that he could choose for himself which part of it he would display and which part he would keep to himself. Compared with that dark and stern countenance, her brothers faces, bending low over their soup-plates, were mere circles of pink, unmolded flesh. "You came by the 3.10, Mr. Denham?"<|quote|>said the Reverend Wynd... | had the long-sighted, peaceful expression of eyes seeking the turn of the road, or a distant light through rain, or the darkness of winter. She looked at Ralph. He had never appeared to her more concentrated and full of purpose; as if behind his forehead were massed so much experience that he could choose for himself w... | on the outskirts of the fluttering feathers in his black overcoat. He had removed his overcoat by the time they sat round the dinner-table, but nevertheless he looked very strange among the others. A country life and breeding had preserved in them all a look which Mary hesitated to call either innocent or youthful, as ... | more independent of him than in London, and seemed to be attached firmly to a world where he had no place at all. Now the dusk had fallen to such an extent that he had to follow her implicitly, and even lean his hand on her shoulder when they jumped a bank into a very narrow lane. And he felt curiously shy of her when ... | 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 Ralph. "I ... | 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, here... | Night And Day |
The old gentleman had been roused agreeably by the presence of this attentive and well-informed young man, as was evident by the care with which he finished the last words in his sentences, and his slight exaggeration in the number of trucks on the trains. Indeed, the chief burden of the talk fell upon him, and he sust... | No speaker | this season of the year."<|quote|>The old gentleman had been roused agreeably by the presence of this attentive and well-informed young man, as was evident by the care with which he finished the last words in his sentences, and his slight exaggeration in the number of trucks on the trains. Indeed, the chief burden of t... | fifty well over fifty, at this season of the year."<|quote|>The old gentleman had been roused agreeably by the presence of this attentive and well-informed young man, as was evident by the care with which he finished the last words in his sentences, and his slight exaggeration in the number of trucks on the trains. Ind... | large white diamond. "They treat us very well, on the whole. Considering the increase of traffic, they treat us very well indeed. I have the curiosity sometimes to count the trucks on the goods trains, and they re well over fifty well over fifty, at this season of the year."<|quote|>The old gentleman had been roused ag... | that dark and stern countenance, her brothers faces, bending low over their soup-plates, were mere circles of pink, unmolded flesh. "You came by the 3.10, Mr. Denham?" said the Reverend Wyndham Datchet, tucking his napkin into his collar, so that almost the whole of his body was concealed by a large white diamond. "The... | of the kind, yes, even in the case of the Rector himself. Though superficially marked with lines, his face was a clear pink, and his blue eyes had the long-sighted, peaceful expression of eyes seeking the turn of the road, or a distant light through rain, or the darkness of winter. She looked at Ralph. He had never app... | a spot of light which swung upon the mist in a neighboring field. He shouted, too, and the light stood still. "That s Christopher, come in already, and gone to feed his chickens," she said. She introduced him to Ralph, who could see only a tall figure in gaiters, rising from a fluttering circle of soft feathery bodies,... | 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," she replied. The idea of a cottage where one grew one s own vegetables and lived... | innocent or youthful, as she compared them, now sitting round in an oval, softly illuminated by candlelight; and yet it was something of the kind, yes, even in the case of the Rector himself. Though superficially marked with lines, his face was a clear pink, and his blue eyes had the long-sighted, peaceful expression o... | Night And Day |
Elizabeth hastened to explain to her guest, | No speaker | s not the kitchen really,"<|quote|>Elizabeth hastened to explain to her guest,</|quote|>"but we call it so" | sit in the kitchen. "It s not the kitchen really,"<|quote|>Elizabeth hastened to explain to her guest,</|quote|>"but we call it so" "It s the nicest room | forgotten its extent, as they might have forgotten the amount of family plate stored in the plate-chest, until some rare celebration brought it forth. After dinner, parish business took the Rector to his study, and Mary proposed that they should sit in the kitchen. "It s not the kitchen really,"<|quote|>Elizabeth haste... | and then; for they felt shy of Denham, and were glad not to have to talk themselves. The store of information about the present and past of this particular corner of Lincolnshire which old Mr. Datchet produced really surprised his children, for though they knew of its existence, they had forgotten its extent, as they m... | have the curiosity sometimes to count the trucks on the goods trains, and they re well over fifty well over fifty, at this season of the year." The old gentleman had been roused agreeably by the presence of this attentive and well-informed young man, as was evident by the care with which he finished the last words in h... | Mary hesitated to call either innocent or youthful, as she compared them, now sitting round in an oval, softly illuminated by candlelight; and yet it was something of the kind, yes, even in the case of the Rector himself. Though superficially marked with lines, his face was a clear pink, and his blue eyes had the long-... | 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, 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 t... | had the long-sighted, peaceful expression of eyes seeking the turn of the road, or a distant light through rain, or the darkness of winter. She looked at Ralph. He had never appeared to her more concentrated and full of purpose; as if behind his forehead were massed so much experience that he could choose for himself w... | Night And Day |
said Edward. | No speaker | nicest room in the house,"<|quote|>said Edward.</|quote|>"It s got the old | it so" "It s the nicest room in the house,"<|quote|>said Edward.</|quote|>"It s got the old rests by the side of | celebration brought it forth. After dinner, parish business took the Rector to his study, and Mary proposed that they should sit in the kitchen. "It s not the kitchen really," Elizabeth hastened to explain to her guest, "but we call it so" "It s the nicest room in the house,"<|quote|>said Edward.</|quote|>"It s got the... | information about the present and past of this particular corner of Lincolnshire which old Mr. Datchet produced really surprised his children, for though they knew of its existence, they had forgotten its extent, as they might have forgotten the amount of family plate stored in the plate-chest, until some rare celebrat... | fifty, at this season of the year." The old gentleman had been roused agreeably by the presence of this attentive and well-informed young man, as was evident by the care with which he finished the last words in his sentences, and his slight exaggeration in the number of trucks on the trains. Indeed, the chief burden of... | by candlelight; and yet it was something of the kind, yes, even in the case of the Rector himself. Though superficially marked with lines, his face was a clear pink, and his blue eyes had the long-sighted, peaceful expression of eyes seeking the turn of the road, or a distant light through rain, or the darkness of wint... | 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?" he asked. "Well, of course," said Mary. "What d you take me for? a Cockn... | oval, softly illuminated by candlelight; and yet it was something of the kind, yes, even in the case of the Rector himself. Though superficially marked with lines, his face was a clear pink, and his blue eyes had the long-sighted, peaceful expression of eyes seeking the turn of the road, or a distant light through rain... | Night And Day |
said Elizabeth, leading the way, with a tall brass candlestick in her hand, down a passage. | No speaker | the men hung their guns,"<|quote|>said Elizabeth, leading the way, with a tall brass candlestick in her hand, down a passage.</|quote|>"Show Mr. Denham the steps, | side of the fireplace, where the men hung their guns,"<|quote|>said Elizabeth, leading the way, with a tall brass candlestick in her hand, down a passage.</|quote|>"Show Mr. Denham the steps, Christopher.... When the Ecclesiastical Commissioners | sit in the kitchen. "It s not the kitchen really," Elizabeth hastened to explain to her guest, "but we call it so" "It s the nicest room in the house," said Edward. "It s got the old rests by the side of the fireplace, where the men hung their guns,"<|quote|>said Elizabeth, leading the way, with a tall brass candlestic... | children, for though they knew of its existence, they had forgotten its extent, as they might have forgotten the amount of family plate stored in the plate-chest, until some rare celebration brought it forth. After dinner, parish business took the Rector to his study, and Mary proposed that they should sit in the kitch... | and well-informed young man, as was evident by the care with which he finished the last words in his sentences, and his slight exaggeration in the number of trucks on the trains. Indeed, the chief burden of the talk fell upon him, and he sustained it to-night in a manner which caused his sons to look at him admiringly ... | superficially marked with lines, his face was a clear pink, and his blue eyes had the long-sighted, peaceful expression of eyes seeking the turn of the road, or a distant light through rain, or the darkness of winter. She looked at Ralph. He had never appeared to her more concentrated and full of purpose; as if behind ... | 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?" he asked. "Well, of course," said Mary. "What d you take me for? a Cockney like you?" She then told him exactly where the north lay, and where the south. "It s my native land, this," she sai... | treat us very well indeed. I have the curiosity sometimes to count the trucks on the goods trains, and they re well over fifty well over fifty, at this season of the year." The old gentleman had been roused agreeably by the presence of this attentive and well-informed young man, as was evident by the care with which he... | Night And Day |
She, too, felt an impulse to exaggerate the age of the bricks, as her father had exaggerated the number of trucks. A big lamp hung down from the center of the ceiling and, together with a fine log fire, illuminated a large and lofty room, with rafters running from wall to wall, a floor of red tiles, and a substantial f... | No speaker | they may have said six."<|quote|>She, too, felt an impulse to exaggerate the age of the bricks, as her father had exaggerated the number of trucks. A big lamp hung down from the center of the ceiling and, together with a fine log fire, illuminated a large and lofty room, with rafters running from wall to wall, a floor ... | five hundred years, I think they may have said six."<|quote|>She, too, felt an impulse to exaggerate the age of the bricks, as her father had exaggerated the number of trucks. A big lamp hung down from the center of the ceiling and, together with a fine log fire, illuminated a large and lofty room, with rafters running... | down a passage. "Show Mr. Denham the steps, Christopher.... When the Ecclesiastical Commissioners were here two years ago they said this was the most interesting part of the house. These narrow bricks prove that it is five hundred years old five hundred years, I think they may have said six."<|quote|>She, too, felt an ... | explain to her guest, "but we call it so" "It s the nicest room in the house," said Edward. "It s got the old rests by the side of the fireplace, where the men hung their guns," said Elizabeth, leading the way, with a tall brass candlestick in her hand, down a passage. "Show Mr. Denham the steps, Christopher.... When t... | they felt shy of Denham, and were glad not to have to talk themselves. The store of information about the present and past of this particular corner of Lincolnshire which old Mr. Datchet produced really surprised his children, for though they knew of its existence, they had forgotten its extent, as they might have forg... | experience that he could choose for himself which part of it he would display and which part he would keep to himself. Compared with that dark and stern countenance, her brothers faces, bending low over their soup-plates, were mere circles of pink, unmolded flesh. "You came by the 3.10, Mr. Denham?" said the Reverend W... | "I could smell my way about it blindfold." As if to prove this boast, she walked a little quicker, so that Ralph found it difficult to keep pace with her. At the same time, he felt drawn to her as he had never been before; partly, no doubt, because she was more independent of him than in London, and seemed to be attach... | looked very strange among the others. A country life and breeding had preserved in them all a look which Mary hesitated to call either innocent or youthful, as she compared them, now sitting round in an oval, softly illuminated by candlelight; and yet it was something of the kind, yes, even in the case of the Rector hi... | Night And Day |
said Christopher, who had, on the whole, formed a favorable impression of his sister s friend. | No speaker | out shooting with us to-morrow?"<|quote|>said Christopher, who had, on the whole, formed a favorable impression of his sister s friend.</|quote|>"I won t shoot, but | the evening. "Will you come out shooting with us to-morrow?"<|quote|>said Christopher, who had, on the whole, formed a favorable impression of his sister s friend.</|quote|>"I won t shoot, but I ll come with you," | narrow oak table. She placed a pair of horn spectacles upon her nose, and drew towards her a basketful of threads and wools. In a few minutes a smile came to her face, and remained there for the rest of the evening. "Will you come out shooting with us to-morrow?"<|quote|>said Christopher, who had, on the whole, formed ... | of turning the room into a sitting-room otherwise it was used for hanging out the wash and for the men to change in after shooting considered that she had done her duty as hostess, and sat down in an upright chair directly beneath the lamp, beside a very long and narrow oak table. She placed a pair of horn spectacles u... | of trucks. A big lamp hung down from the center of the ceiling and, together with a fine log fire, illuminated a large and lofty room, with rafters running from wall to wall, a floor of red tiles, and a substantial fireplace built up of those narrow red bricks which were said to be five hundred years old. A few rugs an... | the present and past of this particular corner of Lincolnshire which old Mr. Datchet produced really surprised his children, for though they knew of its existence, they had forgotten its extent, as they might have forgotten the amount of family plate stored in the plate-chest, until some rare celebration brought it for... | of a circle also; and as she cast her grain she talked alternately to the birds and to her brother, in the same clucking, half-inarticulate voice, as it sounded to Ralph, standing on the outskirts of the fluttering feathers in his black overcoat. He had removed his overcoat by the time they sat round the dinner-table, ... | into his collar, so that almost the whole of his body was concealed by a large white diamond. "They treat us very well, on the whole. Considering the increase of traffic, they treat us very well indeed. I have the curiosity sometimes to count the trucks on the goods trains, and they re well over fifty well over fifty, ... | Night And Day |
"I won t shoot, but I ll come with you," | Ralph Denham | of his sister s friend.<|quote|>"I won t shoot, but I ll come with you,"</|quote|>said Ralph. "Don t you | whole, formed a favorable impression of his sister s friend.<|quote|>"I won t shoot, but I ll come with you,"</|quote|>said Ralph. "Don t you care about shooting?" asked Edward, | her a basketful of threads and wools. In a few minutes a smile came to her face, and remained there for the rest of the evening. "Will you come out shooting with us to-morrow?" said Christopher, who had, on the whole, formed a favorable impression of his sister s friend.<|quote|>"I won t shoot, but I ll come with you,"... | and for the men to change in after shooting considered that she had done her duty as hostess, and sat down in an upright chair directly beneath the lamp, beside a very long and narrow oak table. She placed a pair of horn spectacles upon her nose, and drew towards her a basketful of threads and wools. In a few minutes a... | a fine log fire, illuminated a large and lofty room, with rafters running from wall to wall, a floor of red tiles, and a substantial fireplace built up of those narrow red bricks which were said to be five hundred years old. A few rugs and a sprinkling of arm-chairs had made this ancient kitchen into a sitting-room. El... | surprised his children, for though they knew of its existence, they had forgotten its extent, as they might have forgotten the amount of family plate stored in the plate-chest, until some rare celebration brought it forth. After dinner, parish business took the Rector to his study, and Mary proposed that they should si... | and to her brother, in the same clucking, half-inarticulate voice, as it sounded to Ralph, standing on the outskirts of the fluttering feathers in his black overcoat. He had removed his overcoat by the time they sat round the dinner-table, but nevertheless he looked very strange among the others. A country life and bre... | we call it so" "It s the nicest room in the house," said Edward. "It s got the old rests by the side of the fireplace, where the men hung their guns," said Elizabeth, leading the way, with a tall brass candlestick in her hand, down a passage. "Show Mr. Denham the steps, Christopher.... When the Ecclesiastical Commissio... | Night And Day |
said Ralph. | No speaker | I ll come with you,"<|quote|>said Ralph.</|quote|>"Don t you care about | "I won t shoot, but I ll come with you,"<|quote|>said Ralph.</|quote|>"Don t you care about shooting?" asked Edward, whose suspicions | minutes a smile came to her face, and remained there for the rest of the evening. "Will you come out shooting with us to-morrow?" said Christopher, who had, on the whole, formed a favorable impression of his sister s friend. "I won t shoot, but I ll come with you,"<|quote|>said Ralph.</|quote|>"Don t you care about sho... | that she had done her duty as hostess, and sat down in an upright chair directly beneath the lamp, beside a very long and narrow oak table. She placed a pair of horn spectacles upon her nose, and drew towards her a basketful of threads and wools. In a few minutes a smile came to her face, and remained there for the res... | with rafters running from wall to wall, a floor of red tiles, and a substantial fireplace built up of those narrow red bricks which were said to be five hundred years old. A few rugs and a sprinkling of arm-chairs had made this ancient kitchen into a sitting-room. Elizabeth, after pointing out the gun-racks, and the ho... | they had forgotten its extent, as they might have forgotten the amount of family plate stored in the plate-chest, until some rare celebration brought it forth. After dinner, parish business took the Rector to his study, and Mary proposed that they should sit in the kitchen. "It s not the kitchen really," Elizabeth hast... | as it sounded to Ralph, standing on the outskirts of the fluttering feathers in his black overcoat. He had removed his overcoat by the time they sat round the dinner-table, but nevertheless he looked very strange among the others. A country life and breeding had preserved in them all a look which Mary hesitated to call... | chief burden of the talk fell upon him, and he sustained it to-night in a manner which caused his sons to look at him admiringly now and then; for they felt shy of Denham, and were glad not to have to talk themselves. The store of information about the present and past of this particular corner of Lincolnshire which ol... | Night And Day |
asked Edward, whose suspicions were not yet laid to rest. | No speaker | t you care about shooting?"<|quote|>asked Edward, whose suspicions were not yet laid to rest.</|quote|>"I ve never shot in | with you," said Ralph. "Don t you care about shooting?"<|quote|>asked Edward, whose suspicions were not yet laid to rest.</|quote|>"I ve never shot in my life," said Ralph, turning | remained there for the rest of the evening. "Will you come out shooting with us to-morrow?" said Christopher, who had, on the whole, formed a favorable impression of his sister s friend. "I won t shoot, but I ll come with you," said Ralph. "Don t you care about shooting?"<|quote|>asked Edward, whose suspicions were not... | and sat down in an upright chair directly beneath the lamp, beside a very long and narrow oak table. She placed a pair of horn spectacles upon her nose, and drew towards her a basketful of threads and wools. In a few minutes a smile came to her face, and remained there for the rest of the evening. "Will you come out sh... | floor of red tiles, and a substantial fireplace built up of those narrow red bricks which were said to be five hundred years old. A few rugs and a sprinkling of arm-chairs had made this ancient kitchen into a sitting-room. Elizabeth, after pointing out the gun-racks, and the hooks for smoking hams, and other evidence o... | have forgotten the amount of family plate stored in the plate-chest, until some rare celebration brought it forth. After dinner, parish business took the Rector to his study, and Mary proposed that they should sit in the kitchen. "It s not the kitchen really," Elizabeth hastened to explain to her guest, "but we call it... | outskirts of the fluttering feathers in his black overcoat. He had removed his overcoat by the time they sat round the dinner-table, but nevertheless he looked very strange among the others. A country life and breeding had preserved in them all a look which Mary hesitated to call either innocent or youthful, as she com... | center of the ceiling and, together with a fine log fire, illuminated a large and lofty room, with rafters running from wall to wall, a floor of red tiles, and a substantial fireplace built up of those narrow red bricks which were said to be five hundred years old. A few rugs and a sprinkling of arm-chairs had made thi... | Night And Day |
"I ve never shot in my life," | Ralph Denham | not yet laid to rest.<|quote|>"I ve never shot in my life,"</|quote|>said Ralph, turning and looking | asked Edward, whose suspicions were not yet laid to rest.<|quote|>"I ve never shot in my life,"</|quote|>said Ralph, turning and looking him in the face, because | come out shooting with us to-morrow?" said Christopher, who had, on the whole, formed a favorable impression of his sister s friend. "I won t shoot, but I ll come with you," said Ralph. "Don t you care about shooting?" asked Edward, whose suspicions were not yet laid to rest.<|quote|>"I ve never shot in my life,"</|quo... | lamp, beside a very long and narrow oak table. She placed a pair of horn spectacles upon her nose, and drew towards her a basketful of threads and wools. In a few minutes a smile came to her face, and remained there for the rest of the evening. "Will you come out shooting with us to-morrow?" said Christopher, who had, ... | of those narrow red bricks which were said to be five hundred years old. A few rugs and a sprinkling of arm-chairs had made this ancient kitchen into a sitting-room. Elizabeth, after pointing out the gun-racks, and the hooks for smoking hams, and other evidence of incontestable age, and explaining that Mary had had the... | plate-chest, until some rare celebration brought it forth. After dinner, parish business took the Rector to his study, and Mary proposed that they should sit in the kitchen. "It s not the kitchen really," Elizabeth hastened to explain to her guest, "but we call it so" "It s the nicest room in the house," said Edward. "... | had removed his overcoat by the time they sat round the dinner-table, but nevertheless he looked very strange among the others. A country life and breeding had preserved in them all a look which Mary hesitated to call either innocent or youthful, as she compared them, now sitting round in an oval, softly illuminated by... | they should sit in the kitchen. "It s not the kitchen really," Elizabeth hastened to explain to her guest, "but we call it so" "It s the nicest room in the house," said Edward. "It s got the old rests by the side of the fireplace, where the men hung their guns," said Elizabeth, leading the way, with a tall brass candle... | Night And Day |
said Ralph, turning and looking him in the face, because he was not sure how this confession would be received. | No speaker | never shot in my life,"<|quote|>said Ralph, turning and looking him in the face, because he was not sure how this confession would be received.</|quote|>"You wouldn t have much | laid to rest. "I ve never shot in my life,"<|quote|>said Ralph, turning and looking him in the face, because he was not sure how this confession would be received.</|quote|>"You wouldn t have much chance in London, I suppose," | Christopher, who had, on the whole, formed a favorable impression of his sister s friend. "I won t shoot, but I ll come with you," said Ralph. "Don t you care about shooting?" asked Edward, whose suspicions were not yet laid to rest. "I ve never shot in my life,"<|quote|>said Ralph, turning and looking him in the face,... | oak table. She placed a pair of horn spectacles upon her nose, and drew towards her a basketful of threads and wools. In a few minutes a smile came to her face, and remained there for the rest of the evening. "Will you come out shooting with us to-morrow?" said Christopher, who had, on the whole, formed a favorable imp... | said to be five hundred years old. A few rugs and a sprinkling of arm-chairs had made this ancient kitchen into a sitting-room. Elizabeth, after pointing out the gun-racks, and the hooks for smoking hams, and other evidence of incontestable age, and explaining that Mary had had the idea of turning the room into a sitti... | forth. After dinner, parish business took the Rector to his study, and Mary proposed that they should sit in the kitchen. "It s not the kitchen really," Elizabeth hastened to explain to her guest, "but we call it so" "It s the nicest room in the house," said Edward. "It s got the old rests by the side of the fireplace,... | they sat round the dinner-table, but nevertheless he looked very strange among the others. A country life and breeding had preserved in them all a look which Mary hesitated to call either innocent or youthful, as she compared them, now sitting round in an oval, softly illuminated by candlelight; and yet it was somethin... | a fine log fire, illuminated a large and lofty room, with rafters running from wall to wall, a floor of red tiles, and a substantial fireplace built up of those narrow red bricks which were said to be five hundred years old. A few rugs and a sprinkling of arm-chairs had made this ancient kitchen into a sitting-room. El... | Night And Day |
said Christopher. | No speaker | chance in London, I suppose,"<|quote|>said Christopher.</|quote|>"But won t you find | "You wouldn t have much chance in London, I suppose,"<|quote|>said Christopher.</|quote|>"But won t you find it rather dull just watching | care about shooting?" asked Edward, whose suspicions were not yet laid to rest. "I ve never shot in my life," said Ralph, turning and looking him in the face, because he was not sure how this confession would be received. "You wouldn t have much chance in London, I suppose,"<|quote|>said Christopher.</|quote|>"But won ... | her face, and remained there for the rest of the evening. "Will you come out shooting with us to-morrow?" said Christopher, who had, on the whole, formed a favorable impression of his sister s friend. "I won t shoot, but I ll come with you," said Ralph. "Don t you care about shooting?" asked Edward, whose suspicions we... | the hooks for smoking hams, and other evidence of incontestable age, and explaining that Mary had had the idea of turning the room into a sitting-room otherwise it was used for hanging out the wash and for the men to change in after shooting considered that she had done her duty as hostess, and sat down in an upright c... | explain to her guest, "but we call it so" "It s the nicest room in the house," said Edward. "It s got the old rests by the side of the fireplace, where the men hung their guns," said Elizabeth, leading the way, with a tall brass candlestick in her hand, down a passage. "Show Mr. Denham the steps, Christopher.... When t... | call either innocent or youthful, as she compared them, now sitting round in an oval, softly illuminated by candlelight; and yet it was something of the kind, yes, even in the case of the Rector himself. Though superficially marked with lines, his face was a clear pink, and his blue eyes had the long-sighted, peaceful ... | they may have said six." She, too, felt an impulse to exaggerate the age of the bricks, as her father had exaggerated the number of trucks. A big lamp hung down from the center of the ceiling and, together with a fine log fire, illuminated a large and lofty room, with rafters running from wall to wall, a floor of red t... | Night And Day |
"I shall watch birds," | Ralph Denham | rather dull just watching us?"<|quote|>"I shall watch birds,"</|quote|>Ralph replied, with a smile. | won t you find it rather dull just watching us?"<|quote|>"I shall watch birds,"</|quote|>Ralph replied, with a smile. "I can show you the | "I ve never shot in my life," said Ralph, turning and looking him in the face, because he was not sure how this confession would be received. "You wouldn t have much chance in London, I suppose," said Christopher. "But won t you find it rather dull just watching us?"<|quote|>"I shall watch birds,"</|quote|>Ralph replie... | come out shooting with us to-morrow?" said Christopher, who had, on the whole, formed a favorable impression of his sister s friend. "I won t shoot, but I ll come with you," said Ralph. "Don t you care about shooting?" asked Edward, whose suspicions were not yet laid to rest. "I ve never shot in my life," said Ralph, t... | that Mary had had the idea of turning the room into a sitting-room otherwise it was used for hanging out the wash and for the men to change in after shooting considered that she had done her duty as hostess, and sat down in an upright chair directly beneath the lamp, beside a very long and narrow oak table. She placed ... | room in the house," said Edward. "It s got the old rests by the side of the fireplace, where the men hung their guns," said Elizabeth, leading the way, with a tall brass candlestick in her hand, down a passage. "Show Mr. Denham the steps, Christopher.... When the Ecclesiastical Commissioners were here two years ago the... | an oval, softly illuminated by candlelight; and yet it was something of the kind, yes, even in the case of the Rector himself. Though superficially marked with lines, his face was a clear pink, and his blue eyes had the long-sighted, peaceful expression of eyes seeking the turn of the road, or a distant light through r... | should sit in the kitchen. "It s not the kitchen really," Elizabeth hastened to explain to her guest, "but we call it so" "It s the nicest room in the house," said Edward. "It s got the old rests by the side of the fireplace, where the men hung their guns," said Elizabeth, leading the way, with a tall brass candlestick... | Night And Day |
Ralph replied, with a smile. | No speaker | us?" "I shall watch birds,"<|quote|>Ralph replied, with a smile.</|quote|>"I can show you the | it rather dull just watching us?" "I shall watch birds,"<|quote|>Ralph replied, with a smile.</|quote|>"I can show you the place for watching birds," said | in my life," said Ralph, turning and looking him in the face, because he was not sure how this confession would be received. "You wouldn t have much chance in London, I suppose," said Christopher. "But won t you find it rather dull just watching us?" "I shall watch birds,"<|quote|>Ralph replied, with a smile.</|quote|>... | us to-morrow?" said Christopher, who had, on the whole, formed a favorable impression of his sister s friend. "I won t shoot, but I ll come with you," said Ralph. "Don t you care about shooting?" asked Edward, whose suspicions were not yet laid to rest. "I ve never shot in my life," said Ralph, turning and looking him ... | the idea of turning the room into a sitting-room otherwise it was used for hanging out the wash and for the men to change in after shooting considered that she had done her duty as hostess, and sat down in an upright chair directly beneath the lamp, beside a very long and narrow oak table. She placed a pair of horn spe... | said Edward. "It s got the old rests by the side of the fireplace, where the men hung their guns," said Elizabeth, leading the way, with a tall brass candlestick in her hand, down a passage. "Show Mr. Denham the steps, Christopher.... When the Ecclesiastical Commissioners were here two years ago they said this was the ... | by candlelight; and yet it was something of the kind, yes, even in the case of the Rector himself. Though superficially marked with lines, his face was a clear pink, and his blue eyes had the long-sighted, peaceful expression of eyes seeking the turn of the road, or a distant light through rain, or the darkness of wint... | steps, Christopher.... When the Ecclesiastical Commissioners were here two years ago they said this was the most interesting part of the house. These narrow bricks prove that it is five hundred years old five hundred years, I think they may have said six." She, too, felt an impulse to exaggerate the age of the bricks, ... | Night And Day |
said Edward, | No speaker | the place for watching birds,"<|quote|>said Edward,</|quote|>"if that s what you | smile. "I can show you the place for watching birds,"<|quote|>said Edward,</|quote|>"if that s what you like doing. I know a | was not sure how this confession would be received. "You wouldn t have much chance in London, I suppose," said Christopher. "But won t you find it rather dull just watching us?" "I shall watch birds," Ralph replied, with a smile. "I can show you the place for watching birds,"<|quote|>said Edward,</|quote|>"if that s wh... | his sister s friend. "I won t shoot, but I ll come with you," said Ralph. "Don t you care about shooting?" asked Edward, whose suspicions were not yet laid to rest. "I ve never shot in my life," said Ralph, turning and looking him in the face, because he was not sure how this confession would be received. "You wouldn t... | hanging out the wash and for the men to change in after shooting considered that she had done her duty as hostess, and sat down in an upright chair directly beneath the lamp, beside a very long and narrow oak table. She placed a pair of horn spectacles upon her nose, and drew towards her a basketful of threads and wool... | where the men hung their guns," said Elizabeth, leading the way, with a tall brass candlestick in her hand, down a passage. "Show Mr. Denham the steps, Christopher.... When the Ecclesiastical Commissioners were here two years ago they said this was the most interesting part of the house. These narrow bricks prove that ... | case of the Rector himself. Though superficially marked with lines, his face was a clear pink, and his blue eyes had the long-sighted, peaceful expression of eyes seeking the turn of the road, or a distant light through rain, or the darkness of winter. She looked at Ralph. He had never appeared to her more concentrated... | he sustained it to-night in a manner which caused his sons to look at him admiringly now and then; for they felt shy of Denham, and were glad not to have to talk themselves. The store of information about the present and past of this particular corner of Lincolnshire which old Mr. Datchet produced really surprised his ... | Night And Day |
"It s about the best place in England," | Ralph Denham | for birds in the country."<|quote|>"It s about the best place in England,"</|quote|>Ralph replied. They were all | one of the best places for birds in the country."<|quote|>"It s about the best place in England,"</|quote|>Ralph replied. They were all gratified by this praise of | like doing. I know a fellow who comes down from London about this time every year to watch them. It s a great place for the wild geese and the ducks. I ve heard this man say that it s one of the best places for birds in the country."<|quote|>"It s about the best place in England,"</|quote|>Ralph replied. They were all ... | be received. "You wouldn t have much chance in London, I suppose," said Christopher. "But won t you find it rather dull just watching us?" "I shall watch birds," Ralph replied, with a smile. "I can show you the place for watching birds," said Edward, "if that s what you like doing. I know a fellow who comes down from L... | of threads and wools. In a few minutes a smile came to her face, and remained there for the rest of the evening. "Will you come out shooting with us to-morrow?" said Christopher, who had, on the whole, formed a favorable impression of his sister s friend. "I won t shoot, but I ll come with you," said Ralph. "Don t you ... | years old five hundred years, I think they may have said six." She, too, felt an impulse to exaggerate the age of the bricks, as her father had exaggerated the number of trucks. A big lamp hung down from the center of the ceiling and, together with a fine log fire, illuminated a large and lofty room, with rafters runni... | full of purpose; as if behind his forehead were massed so much experience that he could choose for himself which part of it he would display and which part he would keep to himself. Compared with that dark and stern countenance, her brothers faces, bending low over their soup-plates, were mere circles of pink, unmolded... | their guns," said Elizabeth, leading the way, with a tall brass candlestick in her hand, down a passage. "Show Mr. Denham the steps, Christopher.... When the Ecclesiastical Commissioners were here two years ago they said this was the most interesting part of the house. These narrow bricks prove that it is five hundred ... | Night And Day |
Ralph replied. They were all gratified by this praise of their native county; and Mary now had the pleasure of hearing these short questions and answers lose their undertone of suspicious inspection, so far as her brothers were concerned, and develop into a genuine conversation about the habits of birds which afterward... | No speaker | the best place in England,"<|quote|>Ralph replied. They were all gratified by this praise of their native county; and Mary now had the pleasure of hearing these short questions and answers lose their undertone of suspicious inspection, so far as her brothers were concerned, and develop into a genuine conversation about... | the country." "It s about the best place in England,"<|quote|>Ralph replied. They were all gratified by this praise of their native county; and Mary now had the pleasure of hearing these short questions and answers lose their undertone of suspicious inspection, so far as her brothers were concerned, and develop into a ... | down from London about this time every year to watch them. It s a great place for the wild geese and the ducks. I ve heard this man say that it s one of the best places for birds in the country." "It s about the best place in England,"<|quote|>Ralph replied. They were all gratified by this praise of their native county... | in London, I suppose," said Christopher. "But won t you find it rather dull just watching us?" "I shall watch birds," Ralph replied, with a smile. "I can show you the place for watching birds," said Edward, "if that s what you like doing. I know a fellow who comes down from London about this time every year to watch th... | a smile came to her face, and remained there for the rest of the evening. "Will you come out shooting with us to-morrow?" said Christopher, who had, on the whole, formed a favorable impression of his sister s friend. "I won t shoot, but I ll come with you," said Ralph. "Don t you care about shooting?" asked Edward, who... | may have said six." She, too, felt an impulse to exaggerate the age of the bricks, as her father had exaggerated the number of trucks. A big lamp hung down from the center of the ceiling and, together with a fine log fire, illuminated a large and lofty room, with rafters running from wall to wall, a floor of red tiles,... | were massed so much experience that he could choose for himself which part of it he would display and which part he would keep to himself. Compared with that dark and stern countenance, her brothers faces, bending low over their soup-plates, were mere circles of pink, unmolded flesh. "You came by the 3.10, Mr. Denham?"... | steps, Christopher.... When the Ecclesiastical Commissioners were here two years ago they said this was the most interesting part of the house. These narrow bricks prove that it is five hundred years old five hundred years, I think they may have said six." She, too, felt an impulse to exaggerate the age of the bricks, ... | Night And Day |
murmured Christopher. | No speaker | shall have to get up,"<|quote|>murmured Christopher.</|quote|>"It s not Piper, it | door. "Piper! oh, damn! I shall have to get up,"<|quote|>murmured Christopher.</|quote|>"It s not Piper, it s Pitch," Edward grunted. "All | the exception of Elizabeth, who was outside the range of the fire, felt less and less anxious about the effect they were making, and more and more inclined for sleep. At this moment a vehement scratching was heard on the door. "Piper! oh, damn! I shall have to get up,"<|quote|>murmured Christopher.</|quote|>"It s not P... | wishing to secure his good opinion. Whether or not he liked them it was impossible to tell from his kind but experienced manner. Now and then she fed the fire with a fresh log, and as the room filled with the fine, dry heat of burning wood, they all, with the exception of Elizabeth, who was outside the range of the fir... | in the country." "It s about the best place in England," Ralph replied. They were all gratified by this praise of their native county; and Mary now had the pleasure of hearing these short questions and answers lose their undertone of suspicious inspection, so far as her brothers were concerned, and develop into a genui... | her a basketful of threads and wools. In a few minutes a smile came to her face, and remained there for the rest of the evening. "Will you come out shooting with us to-morrow?" said Christopher, who had, on the whole, formed a favorable impression of his sister s friend. "I won t shoot, but I ll come with you," said Ra... | a manner which caused his sons to look at him admiringly now and then; for they felt shy of Denham, and were glad not to have to talk themselves. The store of information about the present and past of this particular corner of Lincolnshire which old Mr. Datchet produced really surprised his children, for though they kn... | rather dull just watching us?" "I shall watch birds," Ralph replied, with a smile. "I can show you the place for watching birds," said Edward, "if that s what you like doing. I know a fellow who comes down from London about this time every year to watch them. It s a great place for the wild geese and the ducks. I ve he... | Night And Day |
Edward grunted. | No speaker | not Piper, it s Pitch,"<|quote|>Edward grunted.</|quote|>"All the same, I shall | up," murmured Christopher. "It s not Piper, it s Pitch,"<|quote|>Edward grunted.</|quote|>"All the same, I shall have to get up," Christopher | of the fire, felt less and less anxious about the effect they were making, and more and more inclined for sleep. At this moment a vehement scratching was heard on the door. "Piper! oh, damn! I shall have to get up," murmured Christopher. "It s not Piper, it s Pitch,"<|quote|>Edward grunted.</|quote|>"All the same, I sh... | he liked them it was impossible to tell from his kind but experienced manner. Now and then she fed the fire with a fresh log, and as the room filled with the fine, dry heat of burning wood, they all, with the exception of Elizabeth, who was outside the range of the fire, felt less and less anxious about the effect they... | in England," Ralph replied. They were all gratified by this praise of their native county; and Mary now had the pleasure of hearing these short questions and answers lose their undertone of suspicious inspection, so far as her brothers were concerned, and develop into a genuine conversation about the habits of birds wh... | few minutes a smile came to her face, and remained there for the rest of the evening. "Will you come out shooting with us to-morrow?" said Christopher, who had, on the whole, formed a favorable impression of his sister s friend. "I won t shoot, but I ll come with you," said Ralph. "Don t you care about shooting?" asked... | him admiringly now and then; for they felt shy of Denham, and were glad not to have to talk themselves. The store of information about the present and past of this particular corner of Lincolnshire which old Mr. Datchet produced really surprised his children, for though they knew of its existence, they had forgotten it... | for smoking hams, and other evidence of incontestable age, and explaining that Mary had had the idea of turning the room into a sitting-room otherwise it was used for hanging out the wash and for the men to change in after shooting considered that she had done her duty as hostess, and sat down in an upright chair direc... | Night And Day |
Christopher grumbled. He let in the dog, and stood for a moment by the door, which opened into the garden, to revive himself with a draught of the black, starlit air. | No speaker | shall have to get up,"<|quote|>Christopher grumbled. He let in the dog, and stood for a moment by the door, which opened into the garden, to revive himself with a draught of the black, starlit air.</|quote|>"Do come in and shut | grunted. "All the same, I shall have to get up,"<|quote|>Christopher grumbled. He let in the dog, and stood for a moment by the door, which opened into the garden, to revive himself with a draught of the black, starlit air.</|quote|>"Do come in and shut the door!" Mary cried, half | they were making, and more and more inclined for sleep. At this moment a vehement scratching was heard on the door. "Piper! oh, damn! I shall have to get up," murmured Christopher. "It s not Piper, it s Pitch," Edward grunted. "All the same, I shall have to get up,"<|quote|>Christopher grumbled. He let in the dog, and ... | but experienced manner. Now and then she fed the fire with a fresh log, and as the room filled with the fine, dry heat of burning wood, they all, with the exception of Elizabeth, who was outside the range of the fire, felt less and less anxious about the effect they were making, and more and more inclined for sleep. At... | of their native county; and Mary now had the pleasure of hearing these short questions and answers lose their undertone of suspicious inspection, so far as her brothers were concerned, and develop into a genuine conversation about the habits of birds which afterwards turned to a discussion as to the habits of solicitor... | for the rest of the evening. "Will you come out shooting with us to-morrow?" said Christopher, who had, on the whole, formed a favorable impression of his sister s friend. "I won t shoot, but I ll come with you," said Ralph. "Don t you care about shooting?" asked Edward, whose suspicions were not yet laid to rest. "I v... | and were glad not to have to talk themselves. The store of information about the present and past of this particular corner of Lincolnshire which old Mr. Datchet produced really surprised his children, for though they knew of its existence, they had forgotten its extent, as they might have forgotten the amount of famil... | of turning the room into a sitting-room otherwise it was used for hanging out the wash and for the men to change in after shooting considered that she had done her duty as hostess, and sat down in an upright chair directly beneath the lamp, beside a very long and narrow oak table. She placed a pair of horn spectacles u... | Night And Day |
"Do come in and shut the door!" | Mary Datchet | of the black, starlit air.<|quote|>"Do come in and shut the door!"</|quote|>Mary cried, half turning in | revive himself with a draught of the black, starlit air.<|quote|>"Do come in and shut the door!"</|quote|>Mary cried, half turning in her chair. "We shall have | Christopher. "It s not Piper, it s Pitch," Edward grunted. "All the same, I shall have to get up," Christopher grumbled. He let in the dog, and stood for a moment by the door, which opened into the garden, to revive himself with a draught of the black, starlit air.<|quote|>"Do come in and shut the door!"</|quote|>Mary ... | exception of Elizabeth, who was outside the range of the fire, felt less and less anxious about the effect they were making, and more and more inclined for sleep. At this moment a vehement scratching was heard on the door. "Piper! oh, damn! I shall have to get up," murmured Christopher. "It s not Piper, it s Pitch," Ed... | develop into a genuine conversation about the habits of birds which afterwards turned to a discussion as to the habits of solicitors, in which it was scarcely necessary for her to take part. She was pleased to see that her brothers liked Ralph, to the extent, that is, of wishing to secure his good opinion. Whether or n... | won t shoot, but I ll come with you," said Ralph. "Don t you care about shooting?" asked Edward, whose suspicions were not yet laid to rest. "I ve never shot in my life," said Ralph, turning and looking him in the face, because he was not sure how this confession would be received. "You wouldn t have much chance in Lon... | his children, for though they knew of its existence, they had forgotten its extent, as they might have forgotten the amount of family plate stored in the plate-chest, until some rare celebration brought it forth. After dinner, parish business took the Rector to his study, and Mary proposed that they should sit in the k... | red tiles, and a substantial fireplace built up of those narrow red bricks which were said to be five hundred years old. A few rugs and a sprinkling of arm-chairs had made this ancient kitchen into a sitting-room. Elizabeth, after pointing out the gun-racks, and the hooks for smoking hams, and other evidence of inconte... | Night And Day |
Mary cried, half turning in her chair. | No speaker | in and shut the door!"<|quote|>Mary cried, half turning in her chair.</|quote|>"We shall have a fine | black, starlit air. "Do come in and shut the door!"<|quote|>Mary cried, half turning in her chair.</|quote|>"We shall have a fine day to-morrow," said Christopher with | Pitch," Edward grunted. "All the same, I shall have to get up," Christopher grumbled. He let in the dog, and stood for a moment by the door, which opened into the garden, to revive himself with a draught of the black, starlit air. "Do come in and shut the door!"<|quote|>Mary cried, half turning in her chair.</|quote|>"... | range of the fire, felt less and less anxious about the effect they were making, and more and more inclined for sleep. At this moment a vehement scratching was heard on the door. "Piper! oh, damn! I shall have to get up," murmured Christopher. "It s not Piper, it s Pitch," Edward grunted. "All the same, I shall have to... | habits of birds which afterwards turned to a discussion as to the habits of solicitors, in which it was scarcely necessary for her to take part. She was pleased to see that her brothers liked Ralph, to the extent, that is, of wishing to secure his good opinion. Whether or not he liked them it was impossible to tell fro... | with you," said Ralph. "Don t you care about shooting?" asked Edward, whose suspicions were not yet laid to rest. "I ve never shot in my life," said Ralph, turning and looking him in the face, because he was not sure how this confession would be received. "You wouldn t have much chance in London, I suppose," said Chris... | its existence, they had forgotten its extent, as they might have forgotten the amount of family plate stored in the plate-chest, until some rare celebration brought it forth. After dinner, parish business took the Rector to his study, and Mary proposed that they should sit in the kitchen. "It s not the kitchen really,"... | won t you find it rather dull just watching us?" "I shall watch birds," Ralph replied, with a smile. "I can show you the place for watching birds," said Edward, "if that s what you like doing. I know a fellow who comes down from London about this time every year to watch them. It s a great place for the wild geese and ... | Night And Day |
said Christopher with complacency, and he sat himself on the floor at her feet, and leant his back against her knees, and stretched out his long stockinged legs to the fire all signs that he felt no longer any restraint at the presence of the stranger. He was the youngest of the family, and Mary s favorite, partly beca... | No speaker | have a fine day to-morrow,"<|quote|>said Christopher with complacency, and he sat himself on the floor at her feet, and leant his back against her knees, and stretched out his long stockinged legs to the fire all signs that he felt no longer any restraint at the presence of the stranger. He was the youngest of the fami... | in her chair. "We shall have a fine day to-morrow,"<|quote|>said Christopher with complacency, and he sat himself on the floor at her feet, and leant his back against her knees, and stretched out his long stockinged legs to the fire all signs that he felt no longer any restraint at the presence of the stranger. He was ... | He let in the dog, and stood for a moment by the door, which opened into the garden, to revive himself with a draught of the black, starlit air. "Do come in and shut the door!" Mary cried, half turning in her chair. "We shall have a fine day to-morrow,"<|quote|>said Christopher with complacency, and he sat himself on t... | making, and more and more inclined for sleep. At this moment a vehement scratching was heard on the door. "Piper! oh, damn! I shall have to get up," murmured Christopher. "It s not Piper, it s Pitch," Edward grunted. "All the same, I shall have to get up," Christopher grumbled. He let in the dog, and stood for a moment... | solicitors, in which it was scarcely necessary for her to take part. She was pleased to see that her brothers liked Ralph, to the extent, that is, of wishing to secure his good opinion. Whether or not he liked them it was impossible to tell from his kind but experienced manner. Now and then she fed the fire with a fres... | were not yet laid to rest. "I ve never shot in my life," said Ralph, turning and looking him in the face, because he was not sure how this confession would be received. "You wouldn t have much chance in London, I suppose," said Christopher. "But won t you find it rather dull just watching us?" "I shall watch birds," Ra... | of family plate stored in the plate-chest, until some rare celebration brought it forth. After dinner, parish business took the Rector to his study, and Mary proposed that they should sit in the kitchen. "It s not the kitchen really," Elizabeth hastened to explain to her guest, "but we call it so" "It s the nicest room... | otherwise it was used for hanging out the wash and for the men to change in after shooting considered that she had done her duty as hostess, and sat down in an upright chair directly beneath the lamp, beside a very long and narrow oak table. She placed a pair of horn spectacles upon her nose, and drew towards her a bas... | Night And Day |
"I should like Mary to stroke my head like that," | Ralph Denham | her fingers through his hair.<|quote|>"I should like Mary to stroke my head like that,"</|quote|>Ralph thought to himself suddenly, | for his head, and ran her fingers through his hair.<|quote|>"I should like Mary to stroke my head like that,"</|quote|>Ralph thought to himself suddenly, and he looked at Christopher, | longer any restraint at the presence of the stranger. He was the youngest of the family, and Mary s favorite, partly because his character resembled hers, as Edward s character resembled Elizabeth s. She made her knees a comfortable rest for his head, and ran her fingers through his hair.<|quote|>"I should like Mary to... | cried, half turning in her chair. "We shall have a fine day to-morrow," said Christopher with complacency, and he sat himself on the floor at her feet, and leant his back against her knees, and stretched out his long stockinged legs to the fire all signs that he felt no longer any restraint at the presence of the stran... | of the fire, felt less and less anxious about the effect they were making, and more and more inclined for sleep. At this moment a vehement scratching was heard on the door. "Piper! oh, damn! I shall have to get up," murmured Christopher. "It s not Piper, it s Pitch," Edward grunted. "All the same, I shall have to get u... | who comes down from London about this time every year to watch them. It s a great place for the wild geese and the ducks. I ve heard this man say that it s one of the best places for birds in the country." "It s about the best place in England," Ralph replied. They were all gratified by this praise of their native coun... | tall brass candlestick in her hand, down a passage. "Show Mr. Denham the steps, Christopher.... When the Ecclesiastical Commissioners were here two years ago they said this was the most interesting part of the house. These narrow bricks prove that it is five hundred years old five hundred years, I think they may have s... | to a discussion as to the habits of solicitors, in which it was scarcely necessary for her to take part. She was pleased to see that her brothers liked Ralph, to the extent, that is, of wishing to secure his good opinion. Whether or not he liked them it was impossible to tell from his kind but experienced manner. Now a... | Night And Day |
Ralph thought to himself suddenly, and he looked at Christopher, almost affectionately, for calling forth his sister s caresses. Instantly he thought of Katharine, the thought of her being surrounded by the spaces of night and the open air; and Mary, watching him, saw the lines upon his forehead suddenly deepen. He str... | No speaker | stroke my head like that,"<|quote|>Ralph thought to himself suddenly, and he looked at Christopher, almost affectionately, for calling forth his sister s caresses. Instantly he thought of Katharine, the thought of her being surrounded by the spaces of night and the open air; and Mary, watching him, saw the lines upon h... | "I should like Mary to stroke my head like that,"<|quote|>Ralph thought to himself suddenly, and he looked at Christopher, almost affectionately, for calling forth his sister s caresses. Instantly he thought of Katharine, the thought of her being surrounded by the spaces of night and the open air; and Mary, watching hi... | was the youngest of the family, and Mary s favorite, partly because his character resembled hers, as Edward s character resembled Elizabeth s. She made her knees a comfortable rest for his head, and ran her fingers through his hair. "I should like Mary to stroke my head like that,"<|quote|>Ralph thought to himself sudd... | fine day to-morrow," said Christopher with complacency, and he sat himself on the floor at her feet, and leant his back against her knees, and stretched out his long stockinged legs to the fire all signs that he felt no longer any restraint at the presence of the stranger. He was the youngest of the family, and Mary s ... | effect they were making, and more and more inclined for sleep. At this moment a vehement scratching was heard on the door. "Piper! oh, damn! I shall have to get up," murmured Christopher. "It s not Piper, it s Pitch," Edward grunted. "All the same, I shall have to get up," Christopher grumbled. He let in the dog, and s... | to watch them. It s a great place for the wild geese and the ducks. I ve heard this man say that it s one of the best places for birds in the country." "It s about the best place in England," Ralph replied. They were all gratified by this praise of their native county; and Mary now had the pleasure of hearing these sho... | Mr. Denham the steps, Christopher.... When the Ecclesiastical Commissioners were here two years ago they said this was the most interesting part of the house. These narrow bricks prove that it is five hundred years old five hundred years, I think they may have said six." She, too, felt an impulse to exaggerate the age ... | to watch them. It s a great place for the wild geese and the ducks. I ve heard this man say that it s one of the best places for birds in the country." "It s about the best place in England," Ralph replied. They were all gratified by this praise of their native county; and Mary now had the pleasure of hearing these sho... | Night And Day |
"To begin with, I m very fond of William. You can t deny that. I know him better than any one, almost. But why I m marrying him is, partly, I admit I m being quite honest with you, and you mustn t tell any one partly because I want to get married. I want to have a house of my own. It isn t possible at home. It s all ve... | Katharine Hilbery | which ran something like this:<|quote|>"To begin with, I m very fond of William. You can t deny that. I know him better than any one, almost. But why I m marrying him is, partly, I admit I m being quite honest with you, and you mustn t tell any one partly because I want to get married. I want to have a house of my own.... | a little speech to him, which ran something like this:<|quote|>"To begin with, I m very fond of William. You can t deny that. I know him better than any one, almost. But why I m marrying him is, partly, I admit I m being quite honest with you, and you mustn t tell any one partly because I want to get married. I want to... | Henry, the cousin who taught the young ladies of Bungay to play upon the violin, was the only one in whom she could confide, and as she walked up and down beneath the hoops of the pergola, she did begin a little speech to him, which ran something like this:<|quote|>"To begin with, I m very fond of William. You can t de... | have mattered if they had not seemed so queerly silent, almost respectful, in her presence, which gave way to criticism, she felt, out of it. Looking now and then at the sky, she went through the list of her cousins names: Eleanor, Humphrey, Marmaduke, Silvia, Henry, Cassandra, Gilbert, and Mostyn Henry, the cousin who... | with William and her parents. Or, if she did not want it, she missed it. And this state of mind depressed her, because she had been accustomed always to give complete satisfaction, and her self-love was now a little ruffled. She would have liked to break through the reserve habitual to her in order to justify her engag... | much to look with scientific eyes upon the stars, as to shake herself free from certain purely terrestrial discontents. Much as a literary person in like circumstances would begin, absent-mindedly, pulling out volume after volume, so she stepped into the garden in order to have the stars at hand, even though she did no... | She made her knees a comfortable rest for his head, and ran her fingers through his hair. "I should like Mary to stroke my head like that," Ralph thought to himself suddenly, and he looked at Christopher, almost affectionately, for calling forth his sister s caresses. Instantly he thought of Katharine, the thought of h... | herself. It was not she who thought herself unhappy, but her cousins, who thought it for her. The house was full of cousins, much of her age, or even younger, and among them they had some terribly bright eyes. They seemed always on the search for something between her and Rodney, which they expected to find, and yet di... | Night And Day |
Here, presumably, she imagined that her cousin, who had listened with his usual intelligent sympathy, raised his eyebrows a little, and interposed: "Well, but what do you want to do?" Even in this purely imaginary dialogue, Katharine found it difficult to confide her ambition to an imaginary companion. | No speaker | home it s the atmosphere."<|quote|>Here, presumably, she imagined that her cousin, who had listened with his usual intelligent sympathy, raised his eyebrows a little, and interposed: "Well, but what do you want to do?" Even in this purely imaginary dialogue, Katharine found it difficult to confide her ambition to an im... | haven t the time at home it s the atmosphere."<|quote|>Here, presumably, she imagined that her cousin, who had listened with his usual intelligent sympathy, raised his eyebrows a little, and interposed: "Well, but what do you want to do?" Even in this purely imaginary dialogue, Katharine found it difficult to confide h... | well for you, Henry; you can go your own way. I have to be there always. Besides, you know what our house is. You wouldn t be happy either, if you didn t do something. It isn t that I haven t the time at home it s the atmosphere."<|quote|>Here, presumably, she imagined that her cousin, who had listened with his usual i... | But why I m marrying him is, partly, I admit I m being quite honest with you, and you mustn t tell any one partly because I want to get married. I want to have a house of my own. It isn t possible at home. It s all very well for you, Henry; you can go your own way. I have to be there always. Besides, you know what our ... | out of it. Looking now and then at the sky, she went through the list of her cousins names: Eleanor, Humphrey, Marmaduke, Silvia, Henry, Cassandra, Gilbert, and Mostyn Henry, the cousin who taught the young ladies of Bungay to play upon the violin, was the only one in whom she could confide, and as she walked up and do... | not she who thought herself unhappy, but her cousins, who thought it for her. The house was full of cousins, much of her age, or even younger, and among them they had some terribly bright eyes. They seemed always on the search for something between her and Rodney, which they expected to find, and yet did not find; and ... | it impatiently between her knees, and, much as though he were a child, she began once more to part the thick, reddish-colored locks this way and that. But a far stronger passion had taken possession of her soul than any her brother could inspire in her, and, seeing Ralph s change of expression, her hand almost automati... | The house was full of cousins, much of her age, or even younger, and among them they had some terribly bright eyes. They seemed always on the search for something between her and Rodney, which they expected to find, and yet did not find; and when they searched, Katharine became aware of wanting what she had not been co... | Night And Day |
"I should like," | Katharine Hilbery | ambition to an imaginary companion.<|quote|>"I should like,"</|quote|>she began, and hesitated quite | it difficult to confide her ambition to an imaginary companion.<|quote|>"I should like,"</|quote|>she began, and hesitated quite a long time before she | the atmosphere." Here, presumably, she imagined that her cousin, who had listened with his usual intelligent sympathy, raised his eyebrows a little, and interposed: "Well, but what do you want to do?" Even in this purely imaginary dialogue, Katharine found it difficult to confide her ambition to an imaginary companion.... | all very well for you, Henry; you can go your own way. I have to be there always. Besides, you know what our house is. You wouldn t be happy either, if you didn t do something. It isn t that I haven t the time at home it s the atmosphere." Here, presumably, she imagined that her cousin, who had listened with his usual ... | whom she could confide, and as she walked up and down beneath the hoops of the pergola, she did begin a little speech to him, which ran something like this: "To begin with, I m very fond of William. You can t deny that. I know him better than any one, almost. But why I m marrying him is, partly, I admit I m being quite... | which they expected to find, and yet did not find; and when they searched, Katharine became aware of wanting what she had not been conscious of wanting in London, alone with William and her parents. Or, if she did not want it, she missed it. And this state of mind depressed her, because she had been accustomed always t... | Ralph s change of expression, her hand almost automatically continued its movements, while her mind plunged desperately for some hold upon slippery banks. CHAPTER XVI Into that same black night, almost, indeed, into the very same layer of starlit air, Katharine Hilbery was now gazing, although not with a view to the pr... | Katharine became aware of wanting what she had not been conscious of wanting in London, alone with William and her parents. Or, if she did not want it, she missed it. And this state of mind depressed her, because she had been accustomed always to give complete satisfaction, and her self-love was now a little ruffled. S... | Night And Day |
she began, and hesitated quite a long time before she forced herself to add, with a change of voice, | No speaker | imaginary companion. "I should like,"<|quote|>she began, and hesitated quite a long time before she forced herself to add, with a change of voice,</|quote|>"to study mathematics to know | confide her ambition to an imaginary companion. "I should like,"<|quote|>she began, and hesitated quite a long time before she forced herself to add, with a change of voice,</|quote|>"to study mathematics to know about the stars." Henry was | presumably, she imagined that her cousin, who had listened with his usual intelligent sympathy, raised his eyebrows a little, and interposed: "Well, but what do you want to do?" Even in this purely imaginary dialogue, Katharine found it difficult to confide her ambition to an imaginary companion. "I should like,"<|quot... | for you, Henry; you can go your own way. I have to be there always. Besides, you know what our house is. You wouldn t be happy either, if you didn t do something. It isn t that I haven t the time at home it s the atmosphere." Here, presumably, she imagined that her cousin, who had listened with his usual intelligent sy... | confide, and as she walked up and down beneath the hoops of the pergola, she did begin a little speech to him, which ran something like this: "To begin with, I m very fond of William. You can t deny that. I know him better than any one, almost. But why I m marrying him is, partly, I admit I m being quite honest with yo... | to find, and yet did not find; and when they searched, Katharine became aware of wanting what she had not been conscious of wanting in London, alone with William and her parents. Or, if she did not want it, she missed it. And this state of mind depressed her, because she had been accustomed always to give complete sati... | of expression, her hand almost automatically continued its movements, while her mind plunged desperately for some hold upon slippery banks. CHAPTER XVI Into that same black night, almost, indeed, into the very same layer of starlit air, Katharine Hilbery was now gazing, although not with a view to the prospects of a fi... | Gilbert, and Mostyn Henry, the cousin who taught the young ladies of Bungay to play upon the violin, was the only one in whom she could confide, and as she walked up and down beneath the hoops of the pergola, she did begin a little speech to him, which ran something like this: "To begin with, I m very fond of William. ... | Night And Day |
"to study mathematics to know about the stars." | Katharine Hilbery | with a change of voice,<|quote|>"to study mathematics to know about the stars."</|quote|>Henry was clearly amazed, but | she forced herself to add, with a change of voice,<|quote|>"to study mathematics to know about the stars."</|quote|>Henry was clearly amazed, but too kind to express all | and interposed: "Well, but what do you want to do?" Even in this purely imaginary dialogue, Katharine found it difficult to confide her ambition to an imaginary companion. "I should like," she began, and hesitated quite a long time before she forced herself to add, with a change of voice,<|quote|>"to study mathematics ... | our house is. You wouldn t be happy either, if you didn t do something. It isn t that I haven t the time at home it s the atmosphere." Here, presumably, she imagined that her cousin, who had listened with his usual intelligent sympathy, raised his eyebrows a little, and interposed: "Well, but what do you want to do?" E... | speech to him, which ran something like this: "To begin with, I m very fond of William. You can t deny that. I know him better than any one, almost. But why I m marrying him is, partly, I admit I m being quite honest with you, and you mustn t tell any one partly because I want to get married. I want to have a house of ... | not been conscious of wanting in London, alone with William and her parents. Or, if she did not want it, she missed it. And this state of mind depressed her, because she had been accustomed always to give complete satisfaction, and her self-love was now a little ruffled. She would have liked to break through the reserv... | banks. CHAPTER XVI Into that same black night, almost, indeed, into the very same layer of starlit air, Katharine Hilbery was now gazing, although not with a view to the prospects of a fine day for duck shooting on the morrow. She was walking up and down a gravel path in the garden of Stogdon House, her sight of the he... | be happier than she would ever be again that, as far as she could see, was the origin of a discontent which had begun almost as soon as she arrived, two days before, and seemed now so intolerable that she had left the family party, and come out here to consider it by herself. It was not she who thought herself unhappy,... | Night And Day |
Henry was clearly amazed, but too kind to express all his doubts; he only said something about the difficulties of mathematics, and remarked that very little was known about the stars. Katharine thereupon went on with the statement of her case. | No speaker | to know about the stars."<|quote|>Henry was clearly amazed, but too kind to express all his doubts; he only said something about the difficulties of mathematics, and remarked that very little was known about the stars. Katharine thereupon went on with the statement of her case.</|quote|>"I don t care much | of voice, "to study mathematics to know about the stars."<|quote|>Henry was clearly amazed, but too kind to express all his doubts; he only said something about the difficulties of mathematics, and remarked that very little was known about the stars. Katharine thereupon went on with the statement of her case.</|quote|>... | to do?" Even in this purely imaginary dialogue, Katharine found it difficult to confide her ambition to an imaginary companion. "I should like," she began, and hesitated quite a long time before she forced herself to add, with a change of voice, "to study mathematics to know about the stars."<|quote|>Henry was clearly ... | either, if you didn t do something. It isn t that I haven t the time at home it s the atmosphere." Here, presumably, she imagined that her cousin, who had listened with his usual intelligent sympathy, raised his eyebrows a little, and interposed: "Well, but what do you want to do?" Even in this purely imaginary dialogu... | "To begin with, I m very fond of William. You can t deny that. I know him better than any one, almost. But why I m marrying him is, partly, I admit I m being quite honest with you, and you mustn t tell any one partly because I want to get married. I want to have a house of my own. It isn t possible at home. It s all ve... | with William and her parents. Or, if she did not want it, she missed it. And this state of mind depressed her, because she had been accustomed always to give complete satisfaction, and her self-love was now a little ruffled. She would have liked to break through the reserve habitual to her in order to justify her engag... | almost, indeed, into the very same layer of starlit air, Katharine Hilbery was now gazing, although not with a view to the prospects of a fine day for duck shooting on the morrow. She was walking up and down a gravel path in the garden of Stogdon House, her sight of the heavens being partially intercepted by the light ... | Eleanor, Humphrey, Marmaduke, Silvia, Henry, Cassandra, Gilbert, and Mostyn Henry, the cousin who taught the young ladies of Bungay to play upon the violin, was the only one in whom she could confide, and as she walked up and down beneath the hoops of the pergola, she did begin a little speech to him, which ran somethi... | Night And Day |
"I don t care much whether I ever get to know anything but I want to work out something in figures something that hasn t got to do with human beings. I don t want people particularly. In some ways, Henry, I m a humbug I mean, I m not what you all take me for. I m not domestic, or very practical or sensible, really. And... | Katharine Hilbery | the statement of her case.<|quote|>"I don t care much whether I ever get to know anything but I want to work out something in figures something that hasn t got to do with human beings. I don t want people particularly. In some ways, Henry, I m a humbug I mean, I m not what you all take me for. I m not domestic, or very... | Katharine thereupon went on with the statement of her case.<|quote|>"I don t care much whether I ever get to know anything but I want to work out something in figures something that hasn t got to do with human beings. I don t want people particularly. In some ways, Henry, I m a humbug I mean, I m not what you all take ... | voice, "to study mathematics to know about the stars." Henry was clearly amazed, but too kind to express all his doubts; he only said something about the difficulties of mathematics, and remarked that very little was known about the stars. Katharine thereupon went on with the statement of her case.<|quote|>"I don t car... | little, and interposed: "Well, but what do you want to do?" Even in this purely imaginary dialogue, Katharine found it difficult to confide her ambition to an imaginary companion. "I should like," she began, and hesitated quite a long time before she forced herself to add, with a change of voice, "to study mathematics ... | mustn t tell any one partly because I want to get married. I want to have a house of my own. It isn t possible at home. It s all very well for you, Henry; you can go your own way. I have to be there always. Besides, you know what our house is. You wouldn t be happy either, if you didn t do something. It isn t that I ha... | would have liked to break through the reserve habitual to her in order to justify her engagement to some one whose opinion she valued. No one had spoken a word of criticism, but they left her alone with William; not that that would have mattered, if they had not left her alone so politely; and, perhaps, that would not ... | path in the garden of Stogdon House, her sight of the heavens being partially intercepted by the light leafless hoops of a pergola. Thus a spray of clematis would completely obscure Cassiopeia, or blot out with its black pattern myriads of miles of the Milky Way. At the end of the pergola, however, there was a stone se... | that. I know him better than any one, almost. But why I m marrying him is, partly, I admit I m being quite honest with you, and you mustn t tell any one partly because I want to get married. I want to have a house of my own. It isn t possible at home. It s all very well for you, Henry; you can go your own way. I have t... | Night And Day |
Having reached this point, instinct told her that she had passed beyond the region in which Henry s advice could be of any good; and, having rid her mind of its superficial annoyance, she sat herself upon the stone seat, raised her eyes unconsciously and thought about the deeper questions which she had to decide, she k... | No speaker | give William all he wants."<|quote|>Having reached this point, instinct told her that she had passed beyond the region in which Henry s advice could be of any good; and, having rid her mind of its superficial annoyance, she sat herself upon the stone seat, raised her eyes unconsciously and thought about the deeper ques... | and I believe I should give William all he wants."<|quote|>Having reached this point, instinct told her that she had passed beyond the region in which Henry s advice could be of any good; and, having rid her mind of its superficial annoyance, she sat herself upon the stone seat, raised her eyes unconsciously and though... | I m not domestic, or very practical or sensible, really. And if I could calculate things, and use a telescope, and have to work out figures, and know to a fraction where I was wrong, I should be perfectly happy, and I believe I should give William all he wants."<|quote|>Having reached this point, instinct told her that... | I ever get to know anything but I want to work out something in figures something that hasn t got to do with human beings. I don t want people particularly. In some ways, Henry, I m a humbug I mean, I m not what you all take me for. I m not domestic, or very practical or sensible, really. And if I could calculate thing... | do you want to do?" Even in this purely imaginary dialogue, Katharine found it difficult to confide her ambition to an imaginary companion. "I should like," she began, and hesitated quite a long time before she forced herself to add, with a change of voice, "to study mathematics to know about the stars." Henry was clea... | Gilbert, and Mostyn Henry, the cousin who taught the young ladies of Bungay to play upon the violin, was the only one in whom she could confide, and as she walked up and down beneath the hoops of the pergola, she did begin a little speech to him, which ran something like this: "To begin with, I m very fond of William. ... | chimney. It was a moonless night, but the light of the stars was sufficient to show the outline of the young woman s form, and the shape of her face gazing gravely, indeed almost sternly, into the sky. She had come out into the winter s night, which was mild enough, not so much to look with scientific eyes upon the sta... | something between her and Rodney, which they expected to find, and yet did not find; and when they searched, Katharine became aware of wanting what she had not been conscious of wanting in London, alone with William and her parents. Or, if she did not want it, she missed it. And this state of mind depressed her, becaus... | Night And Day |
"You have fled, too, then?" | Henry Otway | to be expressed in words.<|quote|>"You have fled, too, then?"</|quote|>he said, looking at her | he scarcely expected any confidence to be expressed in words.<|quote|>"You have fled, too, then?"</|quote|>he said, looking at her cloak. Katharine had forgotten to | altogether settled in the body. He had often laid his difficulties before her, and guessed, in some ways hoped, that perhaps she now had need of him. At the same time, she carried on her life with such independence that he scarcely expected any confidence to be expressed in words.<|quote|>"You have fled, too, then?"</|... | eyes were rather skeptical than glowing with the Elizabethan vigor. He gave the impression that he had not yet found the cause which suited his temperament. He turned, put down his book, and looked at her. He noticed her rather pale, dew-drenched look, as of one whose mind is not altogether settled in the body. He had ... | sound which decided her, apparently, not to enter; her uncle, Sir Francis, was playing his nightly game of whist; it appeared probable that he was losing. She went up the curving stairway, which represented the one attempt at ceremony in the otherwise rather dilapidated mansion, and down a narrow passage until she came... | by the body, which, content with the normal conditions of life, in no way furthers any attempt on the part of the mind to alter them. She grew cold, shook herself, rose, and walked towards the house. By the light of the stars, Stogdon House looked pale and romantic, and about twice its natural size. Built by a retired ... | she came downstairs on the first night, that he had never seen her look more beautiful. She outshone all her cousins. He had discovered that she never made an ugly movement; he also said that the shape of her head made it possible for her, unlike most women, to wear her hair low. He had twice reproved her for being sil... | By the light of the stars, Stogdon House looked pale and romantic, and about twice its natural size. Built by a retired admiral in the early years of the nineteenth century, the curving bow windows of the front, now filled with reddish-yellow light, suggested a portly three-decker, sailing seas where those dolphins and... | Night And Day |
he said, looking at her cloak. Katharine had forgotten to remove this token of her star-gazing. | No speaker | "You have fled, too, then?"<|quote|>he said, looking at her cloak. Katharine had forgotten to remove this token of her star-gazing.</|quote|>"Fled?" she asked. "From whom | to be expressed in words. "You have fled, too, then?"<|quote|>he said, looking at her cloak. Katharine had forgotten to remove this token of her star-gazing.</|quote|>"Fled?" she asked. "From whom d you mean? Oh, the | He had often laid his difficulties before her, and guessed, in some ways hoped, that perhaps she now had need of him. At the same time, she carried on her life with such independence that he scarcely expected any confidence to be expressed in words. "You have fled, too, then?"<|quote|>he said, looking at her cloak. Kat... | glowing with the Elizabethan vigor. He gave the impression that he had not yet found the cause which suited his temperament. He turned, put down his book, and looked at her. He noticed her rather pale, dew-drenched look, as of one whose mind is not altogether settled in the body. He had often laid his difficulties befo... | not to enter; her uncle, Sir Francis, was playing his nightly game of whist; it appeared probable that he was losing. She went up the curving stairway, which represented the one attempt at ceremony in the otherwise rather dilapidated mansion, and down a narrow passage until she came to the room whose light she had seen... | with the normal conditions of life, in no way furthers any attempt on the part of the mind to alter them. She grew cold, shook herself, rose, and walked towards the house. By the light of the stars, Stogdon House looked pale and romantic, and about twice its natural size. Built by a retired admiral in the early years o... | first night, that he had never seen her look more beautiful. She outshone all her cousins. He had discovered that she never made an ugly movement; he also said that the shape of her head made it possible for her, unlike most women, to wear her hair low. He had twice reproved her for being silent at dinner; and once for... | and about twice its natural size. Built by a retired admiral in the early years of the nineteenth century, the curving bow windows of the front, now filled with reddish-yellow light, suggested a portly three-decker, sailing seas where those dolphins and narwhals who disport themselves upon the edges of old maps were sc... | Night And Day |
"Fled?" | Katharine Hilbery | this token of her star-gazing.<|quote|>"Fled?"</|quote|>she asked. "From whom d | Katharine had forgotten to remove this token of her star-gazing.<|quote|>"Fled?"</|quote|>she asked. "From whom d you mean? Oh, the family | she now had need of him. At the same time, she carried on her life with such independence that he scarcely expected any confidence to be expressed in words. "You have fled, too, then?" he said, looking at her cloak. Katharine had forgotten to remove this token of her star-gazing.<|quote|>"Fled?"</|quote|>she asked. "Fr... | cause which suited his temperament. He turned, put down his book, and looked at her. He noticed her rather pale, dew-drenched look, as of one whose mind is not altogether settled in the body. He had often laid his difficulties before her, and guessed, in some ways hoped, that perhaps she now had need of him. At the sam... | probable that he was losing. She went up the curving stairway, which represented the one attempt at ceremony in the otherwise rather dilapidated mansion, and down a narrow passage until she came to the room whose light she had seen from the garden. Knocking, she was told to come in. A young man, Henry Otway, was readin... | the mind to alter them. She grew cold, shook herself, rose, and walked towards the house. By the light of the stars, Stogdon House looked pale and romantic, and about twice its natural size. Built by a retired admiral in the early years of the nineteenth century, the curving bow windows of the front, now filled with re... | He had discovered that she never made an ugly movement; he also said that the shape of her head made it possible for her, unlike most women, to wear her hair low. He had twice reproved her for being silent at dinner; and once for never attending to what he said. He had been surprised at the excellence of her French acc... | retired admiral in the early years of the nineteenth century, the curving bow windows of the front, now filled with reddish-yellow light, suggested a portly three-decker, sailing seas where those dolphins and narwhals who disport themselves upon the edges of old maps were scattered with an impartial hand. A semicircula... | Night And Day |
she asked. | No speaker | token of her star-gazing. "Fled?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"From whom d you mean? | had forgotten to remove this token of her star-gazing. "Fled?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"From whom d you mean? Oh, the family party. Yes, | now had need of him. At the same time, she carried on her life with such independence that he scarcely expected any confidence to be expressed in words. "You have fled, too, then?" he said, looking at her cloak. Katharine had forgotten to remove this token of her star-gazing. "Fled?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"From w... | which suited his temperament. He turned, put down his book, and looked at her. He noticed her rather pale, dew-drenched look, as of one whose mind is not altogether settled in the body. He had often laid his difficulties before her, and guessed, in some ways hoped, that perhaps she now had need of him. At the same time... | that he was losing. She went up the curving stairway, which represented the one attempt at ceremony in the otherwise rather dilapidated mansion, and down a narrow passage until she came to the room whose light she had seen from the garden. Knocking, she was told to come in. A young man, Henry Otway, was reading, with h... | mind to alter them. She grew cold, shook herself, rose, and walked towards the house. By the light of the stars, Stogdon House looked pale and romantic, and about twice its natural size. Built by a retired admiral in the early years of the nineteenth century, the curving bow windows of the front, now filled with reddis... | had discovered that she never made an ugly movement; he also said that the shape of her head made it possible for her, unlike most women, to wear her hair low. He had twice reproved her for being silent at dinner; and once for never attending to what he said. He had been surprised at the excellence of her French accent... | of the earth. And yet, after gazing for another second, the stars did their usual work upon the mind, froze to cinders the whole of our short human history, and reduced the human body to an ape-like, furry form, crouching amid the brushwood of a barbarous clod of mud. This stage was soon succeeded by another, in which ... | Night And Day |
"From whom d you mean? Oh, the family party. Yes, it was hot down there, so I went into the garden." | Katharine Hilbery | her star-gazing. "Fled?" she asked.<|quote|>"From whom d you mean? Oh, the family party. Yes, it was hot down there, so I went into the garden."</|quote|>"And aren t you very | to remove this token of her star-gazing. "Fled?" she asked.<|quote|>"From whom d you mean? Oh, the family party. Yes, it was hot down there, so I went into the garden."</|quote|>"And aren t you very cold?" Henry inquired, placing coal | need of him. At the same time, she carried on her life with such independence that he scarcely expected any confidence to be expressed in words. "You have fled, too, then?" he said, looking at her cloak. Katharine had forgotten to remove this token of her star-gazing. "Fled?" she asked.<|quote|>"From whom d you mean? O... | his temperament. He turned, put down his book, and looked at her. He noticed her rather pale, dew-drenched look, as of one whose mind is not altogether settled in the body. He had often laid his difficulties before her, and guessed, in some ways hoped, that perhaps she now had need of him. At the same time, she carried... | was losing. She went up the curving stairway, which represented the one attempt at ceremony in the otherwise rather dilapidated mansion, and down a narrow passage until she came to the room whose light she had seen from the garden. Knocking, she was told to come in. A young man, Henry Otway, was reading, with his feet ... | alter them. She grew cold, shook herself, rose, and walked towards the house. By the light of the stars, Stogdon House looked pale and romantic, and about twice its natural size. Built by a retired admiral in the early years of the nineteenth century, the curving bow windows of the front, now filled with reddish-yellow... | that she never made an ugly movement; he also said that the shape of her head made it possible for her, unlike most women, to wear her hair low. He had twice reproved her for being silent at dinner; and once for never attending to what he said. He had been surprised at the excellence of her French accent, but he though... | twice its natural size. Built by a retired admiral in the early years of the nineteenth century, the curving bow windows of the front, now filled with reddish-yellow light, suggested a portly three-decker, sailing seas where those dolphins and narwhals who disport themselves upon the edges of old maps were scattered wi... | Night And Day |
"And aren t you very cold?" | Henry Otway | I went into the garden."<|quote|>"And aren t you very cold?"</|quote|>Henry inquired, placing coal on | was hot down there, so I went into the garden."<|quote|>"And aren t you very cold?"</|quote|>Henry inquired, placing coal on the fire, drawing a chair | to be expressed in words. "You have fled, too, then?" he said, looking at her cloak. Katharine had forgotten to remove this token of her star-gazing. "Fled?" she asked. "From whom d you mean? Oh, the family party. Yes, it was hot down there, so I went into the garden."<|quote|>"And aren t you very cold?"</|quote|>Henry... | one whose mind is not altogether settled in the body. He had often laid his difficulties before her, and guessed, in some ways hoped, that perhaps she now had need of him. At the same time, she carried on her life with such independence that he scarcely expected any confidence to be expressed in words. "You have fled, ... | and down a narrow passage until she came to the room whose light she had seen from the garden. Knocking, she was told to come in. A young man, Henry Otway, was reading, with his feet on the fender. He had a fine head, the brow arched in the Elizabethan manner, but the gentle, honest eyes were rather skeptical than glow... | looked pale and romantic, and about twice its natural size. Built by a retired admiral in the early years of the nineteenth century, the curving bow windows of the front, now filled with reddish-yellow light, suggested a portly three-decker, sailing seas where those dolphins and narwhals who disport themselves upon the... | unlike most women, to wear her hair low. He had twice reproved her for being silent at dinner; and once for never attending to what he said. He had been surprised at the excellence of her French accent, but he thought it was selfish of her not to go with her mother to call upon the Middletons, because they were old fam... | which Katharine had left ajar. She hesitated, cast her eyes over the front of the house, marked that a light burnt in one small window upon an upper floor, and pushed the door open. For a moment she stood in the square hall, among many horned skulls, sallow globes, cracked oil-paintings, and stuffed owls, hesitating, i... | Night And Day |
Henry inquired, placing coal on the fire, drawing a chair up to the grate, and laying aside her cloak. Her indifference to such details often forced Henry to act the part generally taken by women in such dealings. It was one of the ties between them. | No speaker | aren t you very cold?"<|quote|>Henry inquired, placing coal on the fire, drawing a chair up to the grate, and laying aside her cloak. Her indifference to such details often forced Henry to act the part generally taken by women in such dealings. It was one of the ties between them.</|quote|>"Thank you, Henry," she said. | went into the garden." "And aren t you very cold?"<|quote|>Henry inquired, placing coal on the fire, drawing a chair up to the grate, and laying aside her cloak. Her indifference to such details often forced Henry to act the part generally taken by women in such dealings. It was one of the ties between them.</|quote|>"... | have fled, too, then?" he said, looking at her cloak. Katharine had forgotten to remove this token of her star-gazing. "Fled?" she asked. "From whom d you mean? Oh, the family party. Yes, it was hot down there, so I went into the garden." "And aren t you very cold?"<|quote|>Henry inquired, placing coal on the fire, dra... | settled in the body. He had often laid his difficulties before her, and guessed, in some ways hoped, that perhaps she now had need of him. At the same time, she carried on her life with such independence that he scarcely expected any confidence to be expressed in words. "You have fled, too, then?" he said, looking at h... | she came to the room whose light she had seen from the garden. Knocking, she was told to come in. A young man, Henry Otway, was reading, with his feet on the fender. He had a fine head, the brow arched in the Elizabethan manner, but the gentle, honest eyes were rather skeptical than glowing with the Elizabethan vigor. ... | twice its natural size. Built by a retired admiral in the early years of the nineteenth century, the curving bow windows of the front, now filled with reddish-yellow light, suggested a portly three-decker, sailing seas where those dolphins and narwhals who disport themselves upon the edges of old maps were scattered wi... | hair low. He had twice reproved her for being silent at dinner; and once for never attending to what he said. He had been surprised at the excellence of her French accent, but he thought it was selfish of her not to go with her mother to call upon the Middletons, because they were old family friends and very nice peopl... | natural size. Built by a retired admiral in the early years of the nineteenth century, the curving bow windows of the front, now filled with reddish-yellow light, suggested a portly three-decker, sailing seas where those dolphins and narwhals who disport themselves upon the edges of old maps were scattered with an impa... | Night And Day |
"Thank you, Henry," | Katharine Hilbery | of the ties between them.<|quote|>"Thank you, Henry,"</|quote|>she said. "I m not | such dealings. It was one of the ties between them.<|quote|>"Thank you, Henry,"</|quote|>she said. "I m not disturbing you?" "I m not | t you very cold?" Henry inquired, placing coal on the fire, drawing a chair up to the grate, and laying aside her cloak. Her indifference to such details often forced Henry to act the part generally taken by women in such dealings. It was one of the ties between them.<|quote|>"Thank you, Henry,"</|quote|>she said. "I m... | expressed in words. "You have fled, too, then?" he said, looking at her cloak. Katharine had forgotten to remove this token of her star-gazing. "Fled?" she asked. "From whom d you mean? Oh, the family party. Yes, it was hot down there, so I went into the garden." "And aren t you very cold?" Henry inquired, placing coal... | the gentle, honest eyes were rather skeptical than glowing with the Elizabethan vigor. He gave the impression that he had not yet found the cause which suited his temperament. He turned, put down his book, and looked at her. He noticed her rather pale, dew-drenched look, as of one whose mind is not altogether settled i... | of old maps were scattered with an impartial hand. A semicircular flight of shallow steps led to a very large door, which Katharine had left ajar. She hesitated, cast her eyes over the front of the house, marked that a light burnt in one small window upon an upper floor, and pushed the door open. For a moment she stood... | to call upon the Middletons, because they were old family friends and very nice people. On the whole, the balance was nearly even; and, writing down a kind of conclusion in her mind which finished the sum for the present, at least, she changed the focus of her eyes, and saw nothing but the stars. To-night they seemed f... | nightly game of whist; it appeared probable that he was losing. She went up the curving stairway, which represented the one attempt at ceremony in the otherwise rather dilapidated mansion, and down a narrow passage until she came to the room whose light she had seen from the garden. Knocking, she was told to come in. A... | Night And Day |
she said. | No speaker | between them. "Thank you, Henry,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"I m not disturbing you?" | was one of the ties between them. "Thank you, Henry,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"I m not disturbing you?" "I m not here. I | cold?" Henry inquired, placing coal on the fire, drawing a chair up to the grate, and laying aside her cloak. Her indifference to such details often forced Henry to act the part generally taken by women in such dealings. It was one of the ties between them. "Thank you, Henry,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"I m not distur... | "You have fled, too, then?" he said, looking at her cloak. Katharine had forgotten to remove this token of her star-gazing. "Fled?" she asked. "From whom d you mean? Oh, the family party. Yes, it was hot down there, so I went into the garden." "And aren t you very cold?" Henry inquired, placing coal on the fire, drawin... | eyes were rather skeptical than glowing with the Elizabethan vigor. He gave the impression that he had not yet found the cause which suited his temperament. He turned, put down his book, and looked at her. He noticed her rather pale, dew-drenched look, as of one whose mind is not altogether settled in the body. He had ... | were scattered with an impartial hand. A semicircular flight of shallow steps led to a very large door, which Katharine had left ajar. She hesitated, cast her eyes over the front of the house, marked that a light burnt in one small window upon an upper floor, and pushed the door open. For a moment she stood in the squa... | the Middletons, because they were old family friends and very nice people. On the whole, the balance was nearly even; and, writing down a kind of conclusion in her mind which finished the sum for the present, at least, she changed the focus of her eyes, and saw nothing but the stars. To-night they seemed fixed with unu... | She grew cold, shook herself, rose, and walked towards the house. By the light of the stars, Stogdon House looked pale and romantic, and about twice its natural size. Built by a retired admiral in the early years of the nineteenth century, the curving bow windows of the front, now filled with reddish-yellow light, sugg... | Night And Day |
"I m not disturbing you?" | Katharine Hilbery | "Thank you, Henry," she said.<|quote|>"I m not disturbing you?"</|quote|>"I m not here. I | of the ties between them. "Thank you, Henry," she said.<|quote|>"I m not disturbing you?"</|quote|>"I m not here. I m at Bungay," he replied. | inquired, placing coal on the fire, drawing a chair up to the grate, and laying aside her cloak. Her indifference to such details often forced Henry to act the part generally taken by women in such dealings. It was one of the ties between them. "Thank you, Henry," she said.<|quote|>"I m not disturbing you?"</|quote|>"I... | fled, too, then?" he said, looking at her cloak. Katharine had forgotten to remove this token of her star-gazing. "Fled?" she asked. "From whom d you mean? Oh, the family party. Yes, it was hot down there, so I went into the garden." "And aren t you very cold?" Henry inquired, placing coal on the fire, drawing a chair ... | rather skeptical than glowing with the Elizabethan vigor. He gave the impression that he had not yet found the cause which suited his temperament. He turned, put down his book, and looked at her. He noticed her rather pale, dew-drenched look, as of one whose mind is not altogether settled in the body. He had often laid... | with an impartial hand. A semicircular flight of shallow steps led to a very large door, which Katharine had left ajar. She hesitated, cast her eyes over the front of the house, marked that a light burnt in one small window upon an upper floor, and pushed the door open. For a moment she stood in the square hall, among ... | because they were old family friends and very nice people. On the whole, the balance was nearly even; and, writing down a kind of conclusion in her mind which finished the sum for the present, at least, she changed the focus of her eyes, and saw nothing but the stars. To-night they seemed fixed with unusual firmness in... | forcibly administered by the body, which, content with the normal conditions of life, in no way furthers any attempt on the part of the mind to alter them. She grew cold, shook herself, rose, and walked towards the house. By the light of the stars, Stogdon House looked pale and romantic, and about twice its natural siz... | Night And Day |
"I m not here. I m at Bungay," | Henry Otway | "I m not disturbing you?"<|quote|>"I m not here. I m at Bungay,"</|quote|>he replied. "I m giving | "Thank you, Henry," she said. "I m not disturbing you?"<|quote|>"I m not here. I m at Bungay,"</|quote|>he replied. "I m giving a music lesson to Harold | fire, drawing a chair up to the grate, and laying aside her cloak. Her indifference to such details often forced Henry to act the part generally taken by women in such dealings. It was one of the ties between them. "Thank you, Henry," she said. "I m not disturbing you?"<|quote|>"I m not here. I m at Bungay,"</|quote|>h... | looking at her cloak. Katharine had forgotten to remove this token of her star-gazing. "Fled?" she asked. "From whom d you mean? Oh, the family party. Yes, it was hot down there, so I went into the garden." "And aren t you very cold?" Henry inquired, placing coal on the fire, drawing a chair up to the grate, and laying... | the Elizabethan vigor. He gave the impression that he had not yet found the cause which suited his temperament. He turned, put down his book, and looked at her. He noticed her rather pale, dew-drenched look, as of one whose mind is not altogether settled in the body. He had often laid his difficulties before her, and g... | semicircular flight of shallow steps led to a very large door, which Katharine had left ajar. She hesitated, cast her eyes over the front of the house, marked that a light burnt in one small window upon an upper floor, and pushed the door open. For a moment she stood in the square hall, among many horned skulls, sallow... | friends and very nice people. On the whole, the balance was nearly even; and, writing down a kind of conclusion in her mind which finished the sum for the present, at least, she changed the focus of her eyes, and saw nothing but the stars. To-night they seemed fixed with unusual firmness in the blue, and flashed back s... | old maps were scattered with an impartial hand. A semicircular flight of shallow steps led to a very large door, which Katharine had left ajar. She hesitated, cast her eyes over the front of the house, marked that a light burnt in one small window upon an upper floor, and pushed the door open. For a moment she stood in... | Night And Day |
he replied. | No speaker | here. I m at Bungay,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>"I m giving a music | disturbing you?" "I m not here. I m at Bungay,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>"I m giving a music lesson to Harold and Julia. | and laying aside her cloak. Her indifference to such details often forced Henry to act the part generally taken by women in such dealings. It was one of the ties between them. "Thank you, Henry," she said. "I m not disturbing you?" "I m not here. I m at Bungay,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>"I m giving a music lesson t... | remove this token of her star-gazing. "Fled?" she asked. "From whom d you mean? Oh, the family party. Yes, it was hot down there, so I went into the garden." "And aren t you very cold?" Henry inquired, placing coal on the fire, drawing a chair up to the grate, and laying aside her cloak. Her indifference to such detail... | he had not yet found the cause which suited his temperament. He turned, put down his book, and looked at her. He noticed her rather pale, dew-drenched look, as of one whose mind is not altogether settled in the body. He had often laid his difficulties before her, and guessed, in some ways hoped, that perhaps she now ha... | very large door, which Katharine had left ajar. She hesitated, cast her eyes over the front of the house, marked that a light burnt in one small window upon an upper floor, and pushed the door open. For a moment she stood in the square hall, among many horned skulls, sallow globes, cracked oil-paintings, and stuffed ow... | the balance was nearly even; and, writing down a kind of conclusion in her mind which finished the sum for the present, at least, she changed the focus of her eyes, and saw nothing but the stars. To-night they seemed fixed with unusual firmness in the blue, and flashed back such a ripple of light into her eyes that she... | Listening for a moment, she heard a sound which decided her, apparently, not to enter; her uncle, Sir Francis, was playing his nightly game of whist; it appeared probable that he was losing. She went up the curving stairway, which represented the one attempt at ceremony in the otherwise rather dilapidated mansion, and ... | Night And Day |
"I m giving a music lesson to Harold and Julia. That was why I had to leave the table with the ladies I m spending the night there, and I shan t be back till late on Christmas Eve." | Henry Otway | m at Bungay," he replied.<|quote|>"I m giving a music lesson to Harold and Julia. That was why I had to leave the table with the ladies I m spending the night there, and I shan t be back till late on Christmas Eve."</|quote|>"How I wish" Katharine began, | "I m not here. I m at Bungay," he replied.<|quote|>"I m giving a music lesson to Harold and Julia. That was why I had to leave the table with the ladies I m spending the night there, and I shan t be back till late on Christmas Eve."</|quote|>"How I wish" Katharine began, and stopped short. "I think | aside her cloak. Her indifference to such details often forced Henry to act the part generally taken by women in such dealings. It was one of the ties between them. "Thank you, Henry," she said. "I m not disturbing you?" "I m not here. I m at Bungay," he replied.<|quote|>"I m giving a music lesson to Harold and Julia. ... | token of her star-gazing. "Fled?" she asked. "From whom d you mean? Oh, the family party. Yes, it was hot down there, so I went into the garden." "And aren t you very cold?" Henry inquired, placing coal on the fire, drawing a chair up to the grate, and laying aside her cloak. Her indifference to such details often forc... | not yet found the cause which suited his temperament. He turned, put down his book, and looked at her. He noticed her rather pale, dew-drenched look, as of one whose mind is not altogether settled in the body. He had often laid his difficulties before her, and guessed, in some ways hoped, that perhaps she now had need ... | door, which Katharine had left ajar. She hesitated, cast her eyes over the front of the house, marked that a light burnt in one small window upon an upper floor, and pushed the door open. For a moment she stood in the square hall, among many horned skulls, sallow globes, cracked oil-paintings, and stuffed owls, hesitat... | was nearly even; and, writing down a kind of conclusion in her mind which finished the sum for the present, at least, she changed the focus of her eyes, and saw nothing but the stars. To-night they seemed fixed with unusual firmness in the blue, and flashed back such a ripple of light into her eyes that she found herse... | furthers any attempt on the part of the mind to alter them. She grew cold, shook herself, rose, and walked towards the house. By the light of the stars, Stogdon House looked pale and romantic, and about twice its natural size. Built by a retired admiral in the early years of the nineteenth century, the curving bow wind... | Night And Day |
"How I wish" | Katharine Hilbery | till late on Christmas Eve."<|quote|>"How I wish"</|quote|>Katharine began, and stopped short. | I shan t be back till late on Christmas Eve."<|quote|>"How I wish"</|quote|>Katharine began, and stopped short. "I think these parties are | you?" "I m not here. I m at Bungay," he replied. "I m giving a music lesson to Harold and Julia. That was why I had to leave the table with the ladies I m spending the night there, and I shan t be back till late on Christmas Eve."<|quote|>"How I wish"</|quote|>Katharine began, and stopped short. "I think these parties ... | the fire, drawing a chair up to the grate, and laying aside her cloak. Her indifference to such details often forced Henry to act the part generally taken by women in such dealings. It was one of the ties between them. "Thank you, Henry," she said. "I m not disturbing you?" "I m not here. I m at Bungay," he replied. "I... | had often laid his difficulties before her, and guessed, in some ways hoped, that perhaps she now had need of him. At the same time, she carried on her life with such independence that he scarcely expected any confidence to be expressed in words. "You have fled, too, then?" he said, looking at her cloak. Katharine had ... | stood in the square hall, among many horned skulls, sallow globes, cracked oil-paintings, and stuffed owls, hesitating, it seemed, whether she should open the door on her right, through which the stir of life reached her ears. Listening for a moment, she heard a sound which decided her, apparently, not to enter; her un... | with unusual firmness in the blue, and flashed back such a ripple of light into her eyes that she found herself thinking that to-night the stars were happy. Without knowing or caring more for Church practices than most people of her age, Katharine could not look into the sky at Christmas time without feeling that, at t... | reading, with his feet on the fender. He had a fine head, the brow arched in the Elizabethan manner, but the gentle, honest eyes were rather skeptical than glowing with the Elizabethan vigor. He gave the impression that he had not yet found the cause which suited his temperament. He turned, put down his book, and looke... | Night And Day |
Katharine began, and stopped short. | No speaker | Christmas Eve." "How I wish"<|quote|>Katharine began, and stopped short.</|quote|>"I think these parties are | be back till late on Christmas Eve." "How I wish"<|quote|>Katharine began, and stopped short.</|quote|>"I think these parties are a great mistake," she added | not here. I m at Bungay," he replied. "I m giving a music lesson to Harold and Julia. That was why I had to leave the table with the ladies I m spending the night there, and I shan t be back till late on Christmas Eve." "How I wish"<|quote|>Katharine began, and stopped short.</|quote|>"I think these parties are a great... | a chair up to the grate, and laying aside her cloak. Her indifference to such details often forced Henry to act the part generally taken by women in such dealings. It was one of the ties between them. "Thank you, Henry," she said. "I m not disturbing you?" "I m not here. I m at Bungay," he replied. "I m giving a music ... | his difficulties before her, and guessed, in some ways hoped, that perhaps she now had need of him. At the same time, she carried on her life with such independence that he scarcely expected any confidence to be expressed in words. "You have fled, too, then?" he said, looking at her cloak. Katharine had forgotten to re... | square hall, among many horned skulls, sallow globes, cracked oil-paintings, and stuffed owls, hesitating, it seemed, whether she should open the door on her right, through which the stir of life reached her ears. Listening for a moment, she heard a sound which decided her, apparently, not to enter; her uncle, Sir Fran... | in the blue, and flashed back such a ripple of light into her eyes that she found herself thinking that to-night the stars were happy. Without knowing or caring more for Church practices than most people of her age, Katharine could not look into the sky at Christmas time without feeling that, at this one season, the He... | which represented the one attempt at ceremony in the otherwise rather dilapidated mansion, and down a narrow passage until she came to the room whose light she had seen from the garden. Knocking, she was told to come in. A young man, Henry Otway, was reading, with his feet on the fender. He had a fine head, the brow ar... | Night And Day |
"I think these parties are a great mistake," | Katharine Hilbery | Katharine began, and stopped short.<|quote|>"I think these parties are a great mistake,"</|quote|>she added briefly, and sighed. | Christmas Eve." "How I wish" Katharine began, and stopped short.<|quote|>"I think these parties are a great mistake,"</|quote|>she added briefly, and sighed. "Oh, horrible!" he agreed; and | Bungay," he replied. "I m giving a music lesson to Harold and Julia. That was why I had to leave the table with the ladies I m spending the night there, and I shan t be back till late on Christmas Eve." "How I wish" Katharine began, and stopped short.<|quote|>"I think these parties are a great mistake,"</|quote|>she ad... | grate, and laying aside her cloak. Her indifference to such details often forced Henry to act the part generally taken by women in such dealings. It was one of the ties between them. "Thank you, Henry," she said. "I m not disturbing you?" "I m not here. I m at Bungay," he replied. "I m giving a music lesson to Harold a... | guessed, in some ways hoped, that perhaps she now had need of him. At the same time, she carried on her life with such independence that he scarcely expected any confidence to be expressed in words. "You have fled, too, then?" he said, looking at her cloak. Katharine had forgotten to remove this token of her star-gazin... | skulls, sallow globes, cracked oil-paintings, and stuffed owls, hesitating, it seemed, whether she should open the door on her right, through which the stir of life reached her ears. Listening for a moment, she heard a sound which decided her, apparently, not to enter; her uncle, Sir Francis, was playing his nightly ga... | back such a ripple of light into her eyes that she found herself thinking that to-night the stars were happy. Without knowing or caring more for Church practices than most people of her age, Katharine could not look into the sky at Christmas time without feeling that, at this one season, the Heavens bend over the earth... | He had a fine head, the brow arched in the Elizabethan manner, but the gentle, honest eyes were rather skeptical than glowing with the Elizabethan vigor. He gave the impression that he had not yet found the cause which suited his temperament. He turned, put down his book, and looked at her. He noticed her rather pale, ... | Night And Day |
she added briefly, and sighed. | No speaker | parties are a great mistake,"<|quote|>she added briefly, and sighed.</|quote|>"Oh, horrible!" he agreed; and | stopped short. "I think these parties are a great mistake,"<|quote|>she added briefly, and sighed.</|quote|>"Oh, horrible!" he agreed; and they both fell silent. Her | lesson to Harold and Julia. That was why I had to leave the table with the ladies I m spending the night there, and I shan t be back till late on Christmas Eve." "How I wish" Katharine began, and stopped short. "I think these parties are a great mistake,"<|quote|>she added briefly, and sighed.</|quote|>"Oh, horrible!" ... | to such details often forced Henry to act the part generally taken by women in such dealings. It was one of the ties between them. "Thank you, Henry," she said. "I m not disturbing you?" "I m not here. I m at Bungay," he replied. "I m giving a music lesson to Harold and Julia. That was why I had to leave the table with... | now had need of him. At the same time, she carried on her life with such independence that he scarcely expected any confidence to be expressed in words. "You have fled, too, then?" he said, looking at her cloak. Katharine had forgotten to remove this token of her star-gazing. "Fled?" she asked. "From whom d you mean? O... | hesitating, it seemed, whether she should open the door on her right, through which the stir of life reached her ears. Listening for a moment, she heard a sound which decided her, apparently, not to enter; her uncle, Sir Francis, was playing his nightly game of whist; it appeared probable that he was losing. She went u... | eyes that she found herself thinking that to-night the stars were happy. Without knowing or caring more for Church practices than most people of her age, Katharine could not look into the sky at Christmas time without feeling that, at this one season, the Heavens bend over the earth with sympathy, and signal with immor... | fine head, the brow arched in the Elizabethan manner, but the gentle, honest eyes were rather skeptical than glowing with the Elizabethan vigor. He gave the impression that he had not yet found the cause which suited his temperament. He turned, put down his book, and looked at her. He noticed her rather pale, dew-drenc... | Night And Day |
"Oh, horrible!" | Henry Otway | she added briefly, and sighed.<|quote|>"Oh, horrible!"</|quote|>he agreed; and they both | parties are a great mistake," she added briefly, and sighed.<|quote|>"Oh, horrible!"</|quote|>he agreed; and they both fell silent. Her sigh made | That was why I had to leave the table with the ladies I m spending the night there, and I shan t be back till late on Christmas Eve." "How I wish" Katharine began, and stopped short. "I think these parties are a great mistake," she added briefly, and sighed.<|quote|>"Oh, horrible!"</|quote|>he agreed; and they both fel... | Henry to act the part generally taken by women in such dealings. It was one of the ties between them. "Thank you, Henry," she said. "I m not disturbing you?" "I m not here. I m at Bungay," he replied. "I m giving a music lesson to Harold and Julia. That was why I had to leave the table with the ladies I m spending the ... | At the same time, she carried on her life with such independence that he scarcely expected any confidence to be expressed in words. "You have fled, too, then?" he said, looking at her cloak. Katharine had forgotten to remove this token of her star-gazing. "Fled?" she asked. "From whom d you mean? Oh, the family party. ... | should open the door on her right, through which the stir of life reached her ears. Listening for a moment, she heard a sound which decided her, apparently, not to enter; her uncle, Sir Francis, was playing his nightly game of whist; it appeared probable that he was losing. She went up the curving stairway, which repre... | thinking that to-night the stars were happy. Without knowing or caring more for Church practices than most people of her age, Katharine could not look into the sky at Christmas time without feeling that, at this one season, the Heavens bend over the earth with sympathy, and signal with immortal radiance that they, too,... | attempt at ceremony in the otherwise rather dilapidated mansion, and down a narrow passage until she came to the room whose light she had seen from the garden. Knocking, she was told to come in. A young man, Henry Otway, was reading, with his feet on the fender. He had a fine head, the brow arched in the Elizabethan ma... | Night And Day |
he agreed; and they both fell silent. Her sigh made him look at her. Should he venture to ask her why she sighed? Was her reticence about her own affairs as inviolable as it had often been convenient for rather an egoistical young man to think it? But since her engagement to Rodney, Henry s feeling towards her had beco... | No speaker | briefly, and sighed. "Oh, horrible!"<|quote|>he agreed; and they both fell silent. Her sigh made him look at her. Should he venture to ask her why she sighed? Was her reticence about her own affairs as inviolable as it had often been convenient for rather an egoistical young man to think it? But since her engagement to... | a great mistake," she added briefly, and sighed. "Oh, horrible!"<|quote|>he agreed; and they both fell silent. Her sigh made him look at her. Should he venture to ask her why she sighed? Was her reticence about her own affairs as inviolable as it had often been convenient for rather an egoistical young man to think it?... | why I had to leave the table with the ladies I m spending the night there, and I shan t be back till late on Christmas Eve." "How I wish" Katharine began, and stopped short. "I think these parties are a great mistake," she added briefly, and sighed. "Oh, horrible!"<|quote|>he agreed; and they both fell silent. Her sigh... | act the part generally taken by women in such dealings. It was one of the ties between them. "Thank you, Henry," she said. "I m not disturbing you?" "I m not here. I m at Bungay," he replied. "I m giving a music lesson to Harold and Julia. That was why I had to leave the table with the ladies I m spending the night the... | same time, she carried on her life with such independence that he scarcely expected any confidence to be expressed in words. "You have fled, too, then?" he said, looking at her cloak. Katharine had forgotten to remove this token of her star-gazing. "Fled?" she asked. "From whom d you mean? Oh, the family party. Yes, it... | the door on her right, through which the stir of life reached her ears. Listening for a moment, she heard a sound which decided her, apparently, not to enter; her uncle, Sir Francis, was playing his nightly game of whist; it appeared probable that he was losing. She went up the curving stairway, which represented the o... | to-night the stars were happy. Without knowing or caring more for Church practices than most people of her age, Katharine could not look into the sky at Christmas time without feeling that, at this one season, the Heavens bend over the earth with sympathy, and signal with immortal radiance that they, too, take part in ... | dolphins and narwhals who disport themselves upon the edges of old maps were scattered with an impartial hand. A semicircular flight of shallow steps led to a very large door, which Katharine had left ajar. She hesitated, cast her eyes over the front of the house, marked that a light burnt in one small window upon an u... | Night And Day |
"Well, what s the date of the wedding?" | Henry Otway | other, as these two had.<|quote|>"Well, what s the date of the wedding?"</|quote|>said Henry, the malicious mood | other cause to like each other, as these two had.<|quote|>"Well, what s the date of the wedding?"</|quote|>said Henry, the malicious mood now predominating. "I think some | much more seemed to be in common between them than had appeared possible. At any rate they had a grandfather in common; at any rate there was a kind of loyalty between them sometimes found between relations who have no other cause to like each other, as these two had.<|quote|>"Well, what s the date of the wedding?"</|q... | and the sense of the stars dropped from her, she knew that any intercourse between people is extremely partial; from the whole mass of her feelings, only one or two could be selected for Henry s inspection, and therefore she sighed. Then she looked at him, and their eyes meeting, much more seemed to be in common betwee... | look at her. Should he venture to ask her why she sighed? Was her reticence about her own affairs as inviolable as it had often been convenient for rather an egoistical young man to think it? But since her engagement to Rodney, Henry s feeling towards her had become rather complex; equally divided between an impulse to... | he scarcely expected any confidence to be expressed in words. "You have fled, too, then?" he said, looking at her cloak. Katharine had forgotten to remove this token of her star-gazing. "Fled?" she asked. "From whom d you mean? Oh, the family party. Yes, it was hot down there, so I went into the garden." "And aren t yo... | have continued were it not for the rebuke forcibly administered by the body, which, content with the normal conditions of life, in no way furthers any attempt on the part of the mind to alter them. She grew cold, shook herself, rose, and walked towards the house. By the light of the stars, Stogdon House looked pale and... | heard a sound which decided her, apparently, not to enter; her uncle, Sir Francis, was playing his nightly game of whist; it appeared probable that he was losing. She went up the curving stairway, which represented the one attempt at ceremony in the otherwise rather dilapidated mansion, and down a narrow passage until ... | Night And Day |
said Henry, the malicious mood now predominating. | No speaker | the date of the wedding?"<|quote|>said Henry, the malicious mood now predominating.</|quote|>"I think some time in | two had. "Well, what s the date of the wedding?"<|quote|>said Henry, the malicious mood now predominating.</|quote|>"I think some time in March," she replied. "And afterwards?" | them than had appeared possible. At any rate they had a grandfather in common; at any rate there was a kind of loyalty between them sometimes found between relations who have no other cause to like each other, as these two had. "Well, what s the date of the wedding?"<|quote|>said Henry, the malicious mood now predomina... | her, she knew that any intercourse between people is extremely partial; from the whole mass of her feelings, only one or two could be selected for Henry s inspection, and therefore she sighed. Then she looked at him, and their eyes meeting, much more seemed to be in common between them than had appeared possible. At an... | her why she sighed? Was her reticence about her own affairs as inviolable as it had often been convenient for rather an egoistical young man to think it? But since her engagement to Rodney, Henry s feeling towards her had become rather complex; equally divided between an impulse to hurt her and an impulse to be tender ... | in words. "You have fled, too, then?" he said, looking at her cloak. Katharine had forgotten to remove this token of her star-gazing. "Fled?" she asked. "From whom d you mean? Oh, the family party. Yes, it was hot down there, so I went into the garden." "And aren t you very cold?" Henry inquired, placing coal on the fi... | forcibly administered by the body, which, content with the normal conditions of life, in no way furthers any attempt on the part of the mind to alter them. She grew cold, shook herself, rose, and walked towards the house. By the light of the stars, Stogdon House looked pale and romantic, and about twice its natural siz... | fender. He had a fine head, the brow arched in the Elizabethan manner, but the gentle, honest eyes were rather skeptical than glowing with the Elizabethan vigor. He gave the impression that he had not yet found the cause which suited his temperament. He turned, put down his book, and looked at her. He noticed her rathe... | Night And Day |
"I think some time in March," | Katharine Hilbery | the malicious mood now predominating.<|quote|>"I think some time in March,"</|quote|>she replied. "And afterwards?" he | of the wedding?" said Henry, the malicious mood now predominating.<|quote|>"I think some time in March,"</|quote|>she replied. "And afterwards?" he asked. "We take a house, | rate they had a grandfather in common; at any rate there was a kind of loyalty between them sometimes found between relations who have no other cause to like each other, as these two had. "Well, what s the date of the wedding?" said Henry, the malicious mood now predominating.<|quote|>"I think some time in March,"</|qu... | people is extremely partial; from the whole mass of her feelings, only one or two could be selected for Henry s inspection, and therefore she sighed. Then she looked at him, and their eyes meeting, much more seemed to be in common between them than had appeared possible. At any rate they had a grandfather in common; at... | about her own affairs as inviolable as it had often been convenient for rather an egoistical young man to think it? But since her engagement to Rodney, Henry s feeling towards her had become rather complex; equally divided between an impulse to hurt her and an impulse to be tender to her; and all the time he suffered a... | he said, looking at her cloak. Katharine had forgotten to remove this token of her star-gazing. "Fled?" she asked. "From whom d you mean? Oh, the family party. Yes, it was hot down there, so I went into the garden." "And aren t you very cold?" Henry inquired, placing coal on the fire, drawing a chair up to the grate, a... | with the normal conditions of life, in no way furthers any attempt on the part of the mind to alter them. She grew cold, shook herself, rose, and walked towards the house. By the light of the stars, Stogdon House looked pale and romantic, and about twice its natural size. Built by a retired admiral in the early years o... | late on Christmas Eve." "How I wish" Katharine began, and stopped short. "I think these parties are a great mistake," she added briefly, and sighed. "Oh, horrible!" he agreed; and they both fell silent. Her sigh made him look at her. Should he venture to ask her why she sighed? Was her reticence about her own affairs a... | Night And Day |
she replied. | No speaker | think some time in March,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"And afterwards?" he asked. "We | malicious mood now predominating. "I think some time in March,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"And afterwards?" he asked. "We take a house, I suppose, | common; at any rate there was a kind of loyalty between them sometimes found between relations who have no other cause to like each other, as these two had. "Well, what s the date of the wedding?" said Henry, the malicious mood now predominating. "I think some time in March,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"And afterwar... | whole mass of her feelings, only one or two could be selected for Henry s inspection, and therefore she sighed. Then she looked at him, and their eyes meeting, much more seemed to be in common between them than had appeared possible. At any rate they had a grandfather in common; at any rate there was a kind of loyalty ... | as it had often been convenient for rather an egoistical young man to think it? But since her engagement to Rodney, Henry s feeling towards her had become rather complex; equally divided between an impulse to hurt her and an impulse to be tender to her; and all the time he suffered a curious irritation from the sense t... | Katharine had forgotten to remove this token of her star-gazing. "Fled?" she asked. "From whom d you mean? Oh, the family party. Yes, it was hot down there, so I went into the garden." "And aren t you very cold?" Henry inquired, placing coal on the fire, drawing a chair up to the grate, and laying aside her cloak. Her ... | in no way furthers any attempt on the part of the mind to alter them. She grew cold, shook herself, rose, and walked towards the house. By the light of the stars, Stogdon House looked pale and romantic, and about twice its natural size. Built by a retired admiral in the early years of the nineteenth century, the curvin... | late on Christmas Eve." "How I wish" Katharine began, and stopped short. "I think these parties are a great mistake," she added briefly, and sighed. "Oh, horrible!" he agreed; and they both fell silent. Her sigh made him look at her. Should he venture to ask her why she sighed? Was her reticence about her own affairs a... | Night And Day |
"And afterwards?" | Henry Otway | time in March," she replied.<|quote|>"And afterwards?"</|quote|>he asked. "We take a | now predominating. "I think some time in March," she replied.<|quote|>"And afterwards?"</|quote|>he asked. "We take a house, I suppose, somewhere in | any rate there was a kind of loyalty between them sometimes found between relations who have no other cause to like each other, as these two had. "Well, what s the date of the wedding?" said Henry, the malicious mood now predominating. "I think some time in March," she replied.<|quote|>"And afterwards?"</|quote|>he ask... | of her feelings, only one or two could be selected for Henry s inspection, and therefore she sighed. Then she looked at him, and their eyes meeting, much more seemed to be in common between them than had appeared possible. At any rate they had a grandfather in common; at any rate there was a kind of loyalty between the... | had often been convenient for rather an egoistical young man to think it? But since her engagement to Rodney, Henry s feeling towards her had become rather complex; equally divided between an impulse to hurt her and an impulse to be tender to her; and all the time he suffered a curious irritation from the sense that sh... | forgotten to remove this token of her star-gazing. "Fled?" she asked. "From whom d you mean? Oh, the family party. Yes, it was hot down there, so I went into the garden." "And aren t you very cold?" Henry inquired, placing coal on the fire, drawing a chair up to the grate, and laying aside her cloak. Her indifference t... | way furthers any attempt on the part of the mind to alter them. She grew cold, shook herself, rose, and walked towards the house. By the light of the stars, Stogdon House looked pale and romantic, and about twice its natural size. Built by a retired admiral in the early years of the nineteenth century, the curving bow ... | Harold and Julia. That was why I had to leave the table with the ladies I m spending the night there, and I shan t be back till late on Christmas Eve." "How I wish" Katharine began, and stopped short. "I think these parties are a great mistake," she added briefly, and sighed. "Oh, horrible!" he agreed; and they both fe... | Night And Day |
he asked. | No speaker | March," she replied. "And afterwards?"<|quote|>he asked.</|quote|>"We take a house, I | "I think some time in March," she replied. "And afterwards?"<|quote|>he asked.</|quote|>"We take a house, I suppose, somewhere in Chelsea." "It | there was a kind of loyalty between them sometimes found between relations who have no other cause to like each other, as these two had. "Well, what s the date of the wedding?" said Henry, the malicious mood now predominating. "I think some time in March," she replied. "And afterwards?"<|quote|>he asked.</|quote|>"We t... | feelings, only one or two could be selected for Henry s inspection, and therefore she sighed. Then she looked at him, and their eyes meeting, much more seemed to be in common between them than had appeared possible. At any rate they had a grandfather in common; at any rate there was a kind of loyalty between them somet... | been convenient for rather an egoistical young man to think it? But since her engagement to Rodney, Henry s feeling towards her had become rather complex; equally divided between an impulse to hurt her and an impulse to be tender to her; and all the time he suffered a curious irritation from the sense that she was drif... | remove this token of her star-gazing. "Fled?" she asked. "From whom d you mean? Oh, the family party. Yes, it was hot down there, so I went into the garden." "And aren t you very cold?" Henry inquired, placing coal on the fire, drawing a chair up to the grate, and laying aside her cloak. Her indifference to such detail... | any attempt on the part of the mind to alter them. She grew cold, shook herself, rose, and walked towards the house. By the light of the stars, Stogdon House looked pale and romantic, and about twice its natural size. Built by a retired admiral in the early years of the nineteenth century, the curving bow windows of th... | that perhaps she now had need of him. At the same time, she carried on her life with such independence that he scarcely expected any confidence to be expressed in words. "You have fled, too, then?" he said, looking at her cloak. Katharine had forgotten to remove this token of her star-gazing. "Fled?" she asked. "From w... | Night And Day |
"We take a house, I suppose, somewhere in Chelsea." | Katharine Hilbery | replied. "And afterwards?" he asked.<|quote|>"We take a house, I suppose, somewhere in Chelsea."</|quote|>"It s very interesting," he | some time in March," she replied. "And afterwards?" he asked.<|quote|>"We take a house, I suppose, somewhere in Chelsea."</|quote|>"It s very interesting," he observed, stealing another look at | a kind of loyalty between them sometimes found between relations who have no other cause to like each other, as these two had. "Well, what s the date of the wedding?" said Henry, the malicious mood now predominating. "I think some time in March," she replied. "And afterwards?" he asked.<|quote|>"We take a house, I supp... | one or two could be selected for Henry s inspection, and therefore she sighed. Then she looked at him, and their eyes meeting, much more seemed to be in common between them than had appeared possible. At any rate they had a grandfather in common; at any rate there was a kind of loyalty between them sometimes found betw... | for rather an egoistical young man to think it? But since her engagement to Rodney, Henry s feeling towards her had become rather complex; equally divided between an impulse to hurt her and an impulse to be tender to her; and all the time he suffered a curious irritation from the sense that she was drifting away from h... | token of her star-gazing. "Fled?" she asked. "From whom d you mean? Oh, the family party. Yes, it was hot down there, so I went into the garden." "And aren t you very cold?" Henry inquired, placing coal on the fire, drawing a chair up to the grate, and laying aside her cloak. Her indifference to such details often forc... | on the part of the mind to alter them. She grew cold, shook herself, rose, and walked towards the house. By the light of the stars, Stogdon House looked pale and romantic, and about twice its natural size. Built by a retired admiral in the early years of the nineteenth century, the curving bow windows of the front, now... | was hot down there, so I went into the garden." "And aren t you very cold?" Henry inquired, placing coal on the fire, drawing a chair up to the grate, and laying aside her cloak. Her indifference to such details often forced Henry to act the part generally taken by women in such dealings. It was one of the ties between... | Night And Day |
"It s very interesting," | Henry Otway | I suppose, somewhere in Chelsea."<|quote|>"It s very interesting,"</|quote|>he observed, stealing another look | asked. "We take a house, I suppose, somewhere in Chelsea."<|quote|>"It s very interesting,"</|quote|>he observed, stealing another look at her. She lay back | relations who have no other cause to like each other, as these two had. "Well, what s the date of the wedding?" said Henry, the malicious mood now predominating. "I think some time in March," she replied. "And afterwards?" he asked. "We take a house, I suppose, somewhere in Chelsea."<|quote|>"It s very interesting,"</|... | inspection, and therefore she sighed. Then she looked at him, and their eyes meeting, much more seemed to be in common between them than had appeared possible. At any rate they had a grandfather in common; at any rate there was a kind of loyalty between them sometimes found between relations who have no other cause to ... | But since her engagement to Rodney, Henry s feeling towards her had become rather complex; equally divided between an impulse to hurt her and an impulse to be tender to her; and all the time he suffered a curious irritation from the sense that she was drifting away from him for ever upon unknown seas. On her side, dire... | d you mean? Oh, the family party. Yes, it was hot down there, so I went into the garden." "And aren t you very cold?" Henry inquired, placing coal on the fire, drawing a chair up to the grate, and laying aside her cloak. Her indifference to such details often forced Henry to act the part generally taken by women in suc... | She grew cold, shook herself, rose, and walked towards the house. By the light of the stars, Stogdon House looked pale and romantic, and about twice its natural size. Built by a retired admiral in the early years of the nineteenth century, the curving bow windows of the front, now filled with reddish-yellow light, sugg... | she added briefly, and sighed. "Oh, horrible!" he agreed; and they both fell silent. Her sigh made him look at her. Should he venture to ask her why she sighed? Was her reticence about her own affairs as inviolable as it had often been convenient for rather an egoistical young man to think it? But since her engagement ... | Night And Day |
he observed, stealing another look at her. She lay back in her arm-chair, her feet high upon the side of the grate, and in front of her, presumably to screen her eyes, she held a newspaper from which she picked up a sentence or two now and again. Observing this, Henry remarked: | No speaker | Chelsea." "It s very interesting,"<|quote|>he observed, stealing another look at her. She lay back in her arm-chair, her feet high upon the side of the grate, and in front of her, presumably to screen her eyes, she held a newspaper from which she picked up a sentence or two now and again. Observing this, Henry remarked... | house, I suppose, somewhere in Chelsea." "It s very interesting,"<|quote|>he observed, stealing another look at her. She lay back in her arm-chair, her feet high upon the side of the grate, and in front of her, presumably to screen her eyes, she held a newspaper from which she picked up a sentence or two now and again.... | other cause to like each other, as these two had. "Well, what s the date of the wedding?" said Henry, the malicious mood now predominating. "I think some time in March," she replied. "And afterwards?" he asked. "We take a house, I suppose, somewhere in Chelsea." "It s very interesting,"<|quote|>he observed, stealing an... | sighed. Then she looked at him, and their eyes meeting, much more seemed to be in common between them than had appeared possible. At any rate they had a grandfather in common; at any rate there was a kind of loyalty between them sometimes found between relations who have no other cause to like each other, as these two ... | to Rodney, Henry s feeling towards her had become rather complex; equally divided between an impulse to hurt her and an impulse to be tender to her; and all the time he suffered a curious irritation from the sense that she was drifting away from him for ever upon unknown seas. On her side, directly Katharine got into h... | the family party. Yes, it was hot down there, so I went into the garden." "And aren t you very cold?" Henry inquired, placing coal on the fire, drawing a chair up to the grate, and laying aside her cloak. Her indifference to such details often forced Henry to act the part generally taken by women in such dealings. It w... | herself, rose, and walked towards the house. By the light of the stars, Stogdon House looked pale and romantic, and about twice its natural size. Built by a retired admiral in the early years of the nineteenth century, the curving bow windows of the front, now filled with reddish-yellow light, suggested a portly three-... | He had often laid his difficulties before her, and guessed, in some ways hoped, that perhaps she now had need of him. At the same time, she carried on her life with such independence that he scarcely expected any confidence to be expressed in words. "You have fled, too, then?" he said, looking at her cloak. Katharine h... | Night And Day |
"Perhaps marriage will make you more human." | Henry Otway | again. Observing this, Henry remarked:<|quote|>"Perhaps marriage will make you more human."</|quote|>At this she lowered the | sentence or two now and again. Observing this, Henry remarked:<|quote|>"Perhaps marriage will make you more human."</|quote|>At this she lowered the newspaper an inch or two, | stealing another look at her. She lay back in her arm-chair, her feet high upon the side of the grate, and in front of her, presumably to screen her eyes, she held a newspaper from which she picked up a sentence or two now and again. Observing this, Henry remarked:<|quote|>"Perhaps marriage will make you more human."</... | to like each other, as these two had. "Well, what s the date of the wedding?" said Henry, the malicious mood now predominating. "I think some time in March," she replied. "And afterwards?" he asked. "We take a house, I suppose, somewhere in Chelsea." "It s very interesting," he observed, stealing another look at her. S... | her side, directly Katharine got into his presence, and the sense of the stars dropped from her, she knew that any intercourse between people is extremely partial; from the whole mass of her feelings, only one or two could be selected for Henry s inspection, and therefore she sighed. Then she looked at him, and their e... | generally taken by women in such dealings. It was one of the ties between them. "Thank you, Henry," she said. "I m not disturbing you?" "I m not here. I m at Bungay," he replied. "I m giving a music lesson to Harold and Julia. That was why I had to leave the table with the ladies I m spending the night there, and I sha... | portly three-decker, sailing seas where those dolphins and narwhals who disport themselves upon the edges of old maps were scattered with an impartial hand. A semicircular flight of shallow steps led to a very large door, which Katharine had left ajar. She hesitated, cast her eyes over the front of the house, marked th... | the brow arched in the Elizabethan manner, but the gentle, honest eyes were rather skeptical than glowing with the Elizabethan vigor. He gave the impression that he had not yet found the cause which suited his temperament. He turned, put down his book, and looked at her. He noticed her rather pale, dew-drenched look, a... | Night And Day |
At this she lowered the newspaper an inch or two, but said nothing. Indeed, she sat quite silent for over a minute. | No speaker | will make you more human."<|quote|>At this she lowered the newspaper an inch or two, but said nothing. Indeed, she sat quite silent for over a minute.</|quote|>"When you consider things like | this, Henry remarked: "Perhaps marriage will make you more human."<|quote|>At this she lowered the newspaper an inch or two, but said nothing. Indeed, she sat quite silent for over a minute.</|quote|>"When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don | back in her arm-chair, her feet high upon the side of the grate, and in front of her, presumably to screen her eyes, she held a newspaper from which she picked up a sentence or two now and again. Observing this, Henry remarked: "Perhaps marriage will make you more human."<|quote|>At this she lowered the newspaper an in... | had. "Well, what s the date of the wedding?" said Henry, the malicious mood now predominating. "I think some time in March," she replied. "And afterwards?" he asked. "We take a house, I suppose, somewhere in Chelsea." "It s very interesting," he observed, stealing another look at her. She lay back in her arm-chair, her... | presence, and the sense of the stars dropped from her, she knew that any intercourse between people is extremely partial; from the whole mass of her feelings, only one or two could be selected for Henry s inspection, and therefore she sighed. Then she looked at him, and their eyes meeting, much more seemed to be in com... | It was one of the ties between them. "Thank you, Henry," she said. "I m not disturbing you?" "I m not here. I m at Bungay," he replied. "I m giving a music lesson to Harold and Julia. That was why I had to leave the table with the ladies I m spending the night there, and I shan t be back till late on Christmas Eve." "H... | and narwhals who disport themselves upon the edges of old maps were scattered with an impartial hand. A semicircular flight of shallow steps led to a very large door, which Katharine had left ajar. She hesitated, cast her eyes over the front of the house, marked that a light burnt in one small window upon an upper floo... | and Julia. That was why I had to leave the table with the ladies I m spending the night there, and I shan t be back till late on Christmas Eve." "How I wish" Katharine began, and stopped short. "I think these parties are a great mistake," she added briefly, and sighed. "Oh, horrible!" he agreed; and they both fell sile... | Night And Day |
"When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don t seem to matter very much, do they?" | Katharine Hilbery | silent for over a minute.<|quote|>"When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don t seem to matter very much, do they?"</|quote|>she said suddenly. "I don | nothing. Indeed, she sat quite silent for over a minute.<|quote|>"When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don t seem to matter very much, do they?"</|quote|>she said suddenly. "I don t think I ever do | eyes, she held a newspaper from which she picked up a sentence or two now and again. Observing this, Henry remarked: "Perhaps marriage will make you more human." At this she lowered the newspaper an inch or two, but said nothing. Indeed, she sat quite silent for over a minute.<|quote|>"When you consider things like the... | she replied. "And afterwards?" he asked. "We take a house, I suppose, somewhere in Chelsea." "It s very interesting," he observed, stealing another look at her. She lay back in her arm-chair, her feet high upon the side of the grate, and in front of her, presumably to screen her eyes, she held a newspaper from which sh... | whole mass of her feelings, only one or two could be selected for Henry s inspection, and therefore she sighed. Then she looked at him, and their eyes meeting, much more seemed to be in common between them than had appeared possible. At any rate they had a grandfather in common; at any rate there was a kind of loyalty ... | I m at Bungay," he replied. "I m giving a music lesson to Harold and Julia. That was why I had to leave the table with the ladies I m spending the night there, and I shan t be back till late on Christmas Eve." "How I wish" Katharine began, and stopped short. "I think these parties are a great mistake," she added briefl... | steps led to a very large door, which Katharine had left ajar. She hesitated, cast her eyes over the front of the house, marked that a light burnt in one small window upon an upper floor, and pushed the door open. For a moment she stood in the square hall, among many horned skulls, sallow globes, cracked oil-paintings,... | parties are a great mistake," she added briefly, and sighed. "Oh, horrible!" he agreed; and they both fell silent. Her sigh made him look at her. Should he venture to ask her why she sighed? Was her reticence about her own affairs as inviolable as it had often been convenient for rather an egoistical young man to think... | Night And Day |
she said suddenly. | No speaker | matter very much, do they?"<|quote|>she said suddenly.</|quote|>"I don t think I | affairs don t seem to matter very much, do they?"<|quote|>she said suddenly.</|quote|>"I don t think I ever do consider things like | this, Henry remarked: "Perhaps marriage will make you more human." At this she lowered the newspaper an inch or two, but said nothing. Indeed, she sat quite silent for over a minute. "When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don t seem to matter very much, do they?"<|quote|>she said suddenly.</|quote|>"I do... | interesting," he observed, stealing another look at her. She lay back in her arm-chair, her feet high upon the side of the grate, and in front of her, presumably to screen her eyes, she held a newspaper from which she picked up a sentence or two now and again. Observing this, Henry remarked: "Perhaps marriage will make... | she sighed. Then she looked at him, and their eyes meeting, much more seemed to be in common between them than had appeared possible. At any rate they had a grandfather in common; at any rate there was a kind of loyalty between them sometimes found between relations who have no other cause to like each other, as these ... | why I had to leave the table with the ladies I m spending the night there, and I shan t be back till late on Christmas Eve." "How I wish" Katharine began, and stopped short. "I think these parties are a great mistake," she added briefly, and sighed. "Oh, horrible!" he agreed; and they both fell silent. Her sigh made hi... | the front of the house, marked that a light burnt in one small window upon an upper floor, and pushed the door open. For a moment she stood in the square hall, among many horned skulls, sallow globes, cracked oil-paintings, and stuffed owls, hesitating, it seemed, whether she should open the door on her right, through ... | taken by women in such dealings. It was one of the ties between them. "Thank you, Henry," she said. "I m not disturbing you?" "I m not here. I m at Bungay," he replied. "I m giving a music lesson to Harold and Julia. That was why I had to leave the table with the ladies I m spending the night there, and I shan t be bac... | Night And Day |
"I don t think I ever do consider things like the stars," | Henry Otway | do they?" she said suddenly.<|quote|>"I don t think I ever do consider things like the stars,"</|quote|>Henry replied. "I m not | seem to matter very much, do they?" she said suddenly.<|quote|>"I don t think I ever do consider things like the stars,"</|quote|>Henry replied. "I m not sure that that s not | "Perhaps marriage will make you more human." At this she lowered the newspaper an inch or two, but said nothing. Indeed, she sat quite silent for over a minute. "When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don t seem to matter very much, do they?" she said suddenly.<|quote|>"I don t think I ever do consider th... | stealing another look at her. She lay back in her arm-chair, her feet high upon the side of the grate, and in front of her, presumably to screen her eyes, she held a newspaper from which she picked up a sentence or two now and again. Observing this, Henry remarked: "Perhaps marriage will make you more human." At this s... | she looked at him, and their eyes meeting, much more seemed to be in common between them than had appeared possible. At any rate they had a grandfather in common; at any rate there was a kind of loyalty between them sometimes found between relations who have no other cause to like each other, as these two had. "Well, w... | to leave the table with the ladies I m spending the night there, and I shan t be back till late on Christmas Eve." "How I wish" Katharine began, and stopped short. "I think these parties are a great mistake," she added briefly, and sighed. "Oh, horrible!" he agreed; and they both fell silent. Her sigh made him look at ... | the house, marked that a light burnt in one small window upon an upper floor, and pushed the door open. For a moment she stood in the square hall, among many horned skulls, sallow globes, cracked oil-paintings, and stuffed owls, hesitating, it seemed, whether she should open the door on her right, through which the sti... | Rodney, Henry s feeling towards her had become rather complex; equally divided between an impulse to hurt her and an impulse to be tender to her; and all the time he suffered a curious irritation from the sense that she was drifting away from him for ever upon unknown seas. On her side, directly Katharine got into his ... | Night And Day |
Henry replied. | No speaker | consider things like the stars,"<|quote|>Henry replied.</|quote|>"I m not sure that | t think I ever do consider things like the stars,"<|quote|>Henry replied.</|quote|>"I m not sure that that s not the explanation, | newspaper an inch or two, but said nothing. Indeed, she sat quite silent for over a minute. "When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don t seem to matter very much, do they?" she said suddenly. "I don t think I ever do consider things like the stars,"<|quote|>Henry replied.</|quote|>"I m not sure that that... | feet high upon the side of the grate, and in front of her, presumably to screen her eyes, she held a newspaper from which she picked up a sentence or two now and again. Observing this, Henry remarked: "Perhaps marriage will make you more human." At this she lowered the newspaper an inch or two, but said nothing. Indeed... | be in common between them than had appeared possible. At any rate they had a grandfather in common; at any rate there was a kind of loyalty between them sometimes found between relations who have no other cause to like each other, as these two had. "Well, what s the date of the wedding?" said Henry, the malicious mood ... | there, and I shan t be back till late on Christmas Eve." "How I wish" Katharine began, and stopped short. "I think these parties are a great mistake," she added briefly, and sighed. "Oh, horrible!" he agreed; and they both fell silent. Her sigh made him look at her. Should he venture to ask her why she sighed? Was her ... | an upper floor, and pushed the door open. For a moment she stood in the square hall, among many horned skulls, sallow globes, cracked oil-paintings, and stuffed owls, hesitating, it seemed, whether she should open the door on her right, through which the stir of life reached her ears. Listening for a moment, she heard ... | token of her star-gazing. "Fled?" she asked. "From whom d you mean? Oh, the family party. Yes, it was hot down there, so I went into the garden." "And aren t you very cold?" Henry inquired, placing coal on the fire, drawing a chair up to the grate, and laying aside her cloak. Her indifference to such details often forc... | Night And Day |
"I m not sure that that s not the explanation, though," | Henry Otway | like the stars," Henry replied.<|quote|>"I m not sure that that s not the explanation, though,"</|quote|>he added, now observing her | I ever do consider things like the stars," Henry replied.<|quote|>"I m not sure that that s not the explanation, though,"</|quote|>he added, now observing her steadily. "I doubt whether there | inch or two, but said nothing. Indeed, she sat quite silent for over a minute. "When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don t seem to matter very much, do they?" she said suddenly. "I don t think I ever do consider things like the stars," Henry replied.<|quote|>"I m not sure that that s not the explanation... | upon the side of the grate, and in front of her, presumably to screen her eyes, she held a newspaper from which she picked up a sentence or two now and again. Observing this, Henry remarked: "Perhaps marriage will make you more human." At this she lowered the newspaper an inch or two, but said nothing. Indeed, she sat ... | common between them than had appeared possible. At any rate they had a grandfather in common; at any rate there was a kind of loyalty between them sometimes found between relations who have no other cause to like each other, as these two had. "Well, what s the date of the wedding?" said Henry, the malicious mood now pr... | I shan t be back till late on Christmas Eve." "How I wish" Katharine began, and stopped short. "I think these parties are a great mistake," she added briefly, and sighed. "Oh, horrible!" he agreed; and they both fell silent. Her sigh made him look at her. Should he venture to ask her why she sighed? Was her reticence a... | floor, and pushed the door open. For a moment she stood in the square hall, among many horned skulls, sallow globes, cracked oil-paintings, and stuffed owls, hesitating, it seemed, whether she should open the door on her right, through which the stir of life reached her ears. Listening for a moment, she heard a sound w... | the stars dropped from her, she knew that any intercourse between people is extremely partial; from the whole mass of her feelings, only one or two could be selected for Henry s inspection, and therefore she sighed. Then she looked at him, and their eyes meeting, much more seemed to be in common between them than had a... | Night And Day |
he added, now observing her steadily. | No speaker | s not the explanation, though,"<|quote|>he added, now observing her steadily.</|quote|>"I doubt whether there is | m not sure that that s not the explanation, though,"<|quote|>he added, now observing her steadily.</|quote|>"I doubt whether there is an explanation," she replied rather | for over a minute. "When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don t seem to matter very much, do they?" she said suddenly. "I don t think I ever do consider things like the stars," Henry replied. "I m not sure that that s not the explanation, though,"<|quote|>he added, now observing her steadily.</|quote|>"I... | presumably to screen her eyes, she held a newspaper from which she picked up a sentence or two now and again. Observing this, Henry remarked: "Perhaps marriage will make you more human." At this she lowered the newspaper an inch or two, but said nothing. Indeed, she sat quite silent for over a minute. "When you conside... | had a grandfather in common; at any rate there was a kind of loyalty between them sometimes found between relations who have no other cause to like each other, as these two had. "Well, what s the date of the wedding?" said Henry, the malicious mood now predominating. "I think some time in March," she replied. "And afte... | I wish" Katharine began, and stopped short. "I think these parties are a great mistake," she added briefly, and sighed. "Oh, horrible!" he agreed; and they both fell silent. Her sigh made him look at her. Should he venture to ask her why she sighed? Was her reticence about her own affairs as inviolable as it had often ... | in the square hall, among many horned skulls, sallow globes, cracked oil-paintings, and stuffed owls, hesitating, it seemed, whether she should open the door on her right, through which the stir of life reached her ears. Listening for a moment, she heard a sound which decided her, apparently, not to enter; her uncle, S... | her and an impulse to be tender to her; and all the time he suffered a curious irritation from the sense that she was drifting away from him for ever upon unknown seas. On her side, directly Katharine got into his presence, and the sense of the stars dropped from her, she knew that any intercourse between people is ext... | Night And Day |
"I doubt whether there is an explanation," | Katharine Hilbery | added, now observing her steadily.<|quote|>"I doubt whether there is an explanation,"</|quote|>she replied rather hurriedly, not | not the explanation, though," he added, now observing her steadily.<|quote|>"I doubt whether there is an explanation,"</|quote|>she replied rather hurriedly, not clearly understanding what he meant. | consider things like the stars, our affairs don t seem to matter very much, do they?" she said suddenly. "I don t think I ever do consider things like the stars," Henry replied. "I m not sure that that s not the explanation, though," he added, now observing her steadily.<|quote|>"I doubt whether there is an explanation... | held a newspaper from which she picked up a sentence or two now and again. Observing this, Henry remarked: "Perhaps marriage will make you more human." At this she lowered the newspaper an inch or two, but said nothing. Indeed, she sat quite silent for over a minute. "When you consider things like the stars, our affair... | any rate there was a kind of loyalty between them sometimes found between relations who have no other cause to like each other, as these two had. "Well, what s the date of the wedding?" said Henry, the malicious mood now predominating. "I think some time in March," she replied. "And afterwards?" he asked. "We take a ho... | short. "I think these parties are a great mistake," she added briefly, and sighed. "Oh, horrible!" he agreed; and they both fell silent. Her sigh made him look at her. Should he venture to ask her why she sighed? Was her reticence about her own affairs as inviolable as it had often been convenient for rather an egoisti... | horned skulls, sallow globes, cracked oil-paintings, and stuffed owls, hesitating, it seemed, whether she should open the door on her right, through which the stir of life reached her ears. Listening for a moment, she heard a sound which decided her, apparently, not to enter; her uncle, Sir Francis, was playing his nig... | spending the night there, and I shan t be back till late on Christmas Eve." "How I wish" Katharine began, and stopped short. "I think these parties are a great mistake," she added briefly, and sighed. "Oh, horrible!" he agreed; and they both fell silent. Her sigh made him look at her. Should he venture to ask her why s... | Night And Day |
she replied rather hurriedly, not clearly understanding what he meant. | No speaker | whether there is an explanation,"<|quote|>she replied rather hurriedly, not clearly understanding what he meant.</|quote|>"What? No explanation of anything?" | observing her steadily. "I doubt whether there is an explanation,"<|quote|>she replied rather hurriedly, not clearly understanding what he meant.</|quote|>"What? No explanation of anything?" he inquired, with a smile. | don t seem to matter very much, do they?" she said suddenly. "I don t think I ever do consider things like the stars," Henry replied. "I m not sure that that s not the explanation, though," he added, now observing her steadily. "I doubt whether there is an explanation,"<|quote|>she replied rather hurriedly, not clearly... | up a sentence or two now and again. Observing this, Henry remarked: "Perhaps marriage will make you more human." At this she lowered the newspaper an inch or two, but said nothing. Indeed, she sat quite silent for over a minute. "When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don t seem to matter very much, do th... | loyalty between them sometimes found between relations who have no other cause to like each other, as these two had. "Well, what s the date of the wedding?" said Henry, the malicious mood now predominating. "I think some time in March," she replied. "And afterwards?" he asked. "We take a house, I suppose, somewhere in ... | great mistake," she added briefly, and sighed. "Oh, horrible!" he agreed; and they both fell silent. Her sigh made him look at her. Should he venture to ask her why she sighed? Was her reticence about her own affairs as inviolable as it had often been convenient for rather an egoistical young man to think it? But since... | stuffed owls, hesitating, it seemed, whether she should open the door on her right, through which the stir of life reached her ears. Listening for a moment, she heard a sound which decided her, apparently, not to enter; her uncle, Sir Francis, was playing his nightly game of whist; it appeared probable that he was losi... | divided between an impulse to hurt her and an impulse to be tender to her; and all the time he suffered a curious irritation from the sense that she was drifting away from him for ever upon unknown seas. On her side, directly Katharine got into his presence, and the sense of the stars dropped from her, she knew that an... | Night And Day |
"What? No explanation of anything?" | Henry Otway | clearly understanding what he meant.<|quote|>"What? No explanation of anything?"</|quote|>he inquired, with a smile. | she replied rather hurriedly, not clearly understanding what he meant.<|quote|>"What? No explanation of anything?"</|quote|>he inquired, with a smile. "Oh, things happen. That s | said suddenly. "I don t think I ever do consider things like the stars," Henry replied. "I m not sure that that s not the explanation, though," he added, now observing her steadily. "I doubt whether there is an explanation," she replied rather hurriedly, not clearly understanding what he meant.<|quote|>"What? No explan... | Henry remarked: "Perhaps marriage will make you more human." At this she lowered the newspaper an inch or two, but said nothing. Indeed, she sat quite silent for over a minute. "When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don t seem to matter very much, do they?" she said suddenly. "I don t think I ever do con... | other cause to like each other, as these two had. "Well, what s the date of the wedding?" said Henry, the malicious mood now predominating. "I think some time in March," she replied. "And afterwards?" he asked. "We take a house, I suppose, somewhere in Chelsea." "It s very interesting," he observed, stealing another lo... | agreed; and they both fell silent. Her sigh made him look at her. Should he venture to ask her why she sighed? Was her reticence about her own affairs as inviolable as it had often been convenient for rather an egoistical young man to think it? But since her engagement to Rodney, Henry s feeling towards her had become ... | door on her right, through which the stir of life reached her ears. Listening for a moment, she heard a sound which decided her, apparently, not to enter; her uncle, Sir Francis, was playing his nightly game of whist; it appeared probable that he was losing. She went up the curving stairway, which represented the one a... | about her own affairs as inviolable as it had often been convenient for rather an egoistical young man to think it? But since her engagement to Rodney, Henry s feeling towards her had become rather complex; equally divided between an impulse to hurt her and an impulse to be tender to her; and all the time he suffered a... | Night And Day |
he inquired, with a smile. | No speaker | "What? No explanation of anything?"<|quote|>he inquired, with a smile.</|quote|>"Oh, things happen. That s | clearly understanding what he meant. "What? No explanation of anything?"<|quote|>he inquired, with a smile.</|quote|>"Oh, things happen. That s about all," she let drop | think I ever do consider things like the stars," Henry replied. "I m not sure that that s not the explanation, though," he added, now observing her steadily. "I doubt whether there is an explanation," she replied rather hurriedly, not clearly understanding what he meant. "What? No explanation of anything?"<|quote|>he i... | make you more human." At this she lowered the newspaper an inch or two, but said nothing. Indeed, she sat quite silent for over a minute. "When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don t seem to matter very much, do they?" she said suddenly. "I don t think I ever do consider things like the stars," Henry rep... | other, as these two had. "Well, what s the date of the wedding?" said Henry, the malicious mood now predominating. "I think some time in March," she replied. "And afterwards?" he asked. "We take a house, I suppose, somewhere in Chelsea." "It s very interesting," he observed, stealing another look at her. She lay back i... | silent. Her sigh made him look at her. Should he venture to ask her why she sighed? Was her reticence about her own affairs as inviolable as it had often been convenient for rather an egoistical young man to think it? But since her engagement to Rodney, Henry s feeling towards her had become rather complex; equally div... | which the stir of life reached her ears. Listening for a moment, she heard a sound which decided her, apparently, not to enter; her uncle, Sir Francis, was playing his nightly game of whist; it appeared probable that he was losing. She went up the curving stairway, which represented the one attempt at ceremony in the o... | At any rate they had a grandfather in common; at any rate there was a kind of loyalty between them sometimes found between relations who have no other cause to like each other, as these two had. "Well, what s the date of the wedding?" said Henry, the malicious mood now predominating. "I think some time in March," she r... | Night And Day |
"Oh, things happen. That s about all," | Katharine Hilbery | he inquired, with a smile.<|quote|>"Oh, things happen. That s about all,"</|quote|>she let drop in her | "What? No explanation of anything?" he inquired, with a smile.<|quote|>"Oh, things happen. That s about all,"</|quote|>she let drop in her casual, decided way. "That certainly | things like the stars," Henry replied. "I m not sure that that s not the explanation, though," he added, now observing her steadily. "I doubt whether there is an explanation," she replied rather hurriedly, not clearly understanding what he meant. "What? No explanation of anything?" he inquired, with a smile.<|quote|>"O... | this she lowered the newspaper an inch or two, but said nothing. Indeed, she sat quite silent for over a minute. "When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don t seem to matter very much, do they?" she said suddenly. "I don t think I ever do consider things like the stars," Henry replied. "I m not sure that ... | "Well, what s the date of the wedding?" said Henry, the malicious mood now predominating. "I think some time in March," she replied. "And afterwards?" he asked. "We take a house, I suppose, somewhere in Chelsea." "It s very interesting," he observed, stealing another look at her. She lay back in her arm-chair, her feet... | look at her. Should he venture to ask her why she sighed? Was her reticence about her own affairs as inviolable as it had often been convenient for rather an egoistical young man to think it? But since her engagement to Rodney, Henry s feeling towards her had become rather complex; equally divided between an impulse to... | reached her ears. Listening for a moment, she heard a sound which decided her, apparently, not to enter; her uncle, Sir Francis, was playing his nightly game of whist; it appeared probable that he was losing. She went up the curving stairway, which represented the one attempt at ceremony in the otherwise rather dilapid... | grandfather in common; at any rate there was a kind of loyalty between them sometimes found between relations who have no other cause to like each other, as these two had. "Well, what s the date of the wedding?" said Henry, the malicious mood now predominating. "I think some time in March," she replied. "And afterwards... | Night And Day |
she let drop in her casual, decided way. | No speaker | happen. That s about all,"<|quote|>she let drop in her casual, decided way.</|quote|>"That certainly seems to explain | with a smile. "Oh, things happen. That s about all,"<|quote|>she let drop in her casual, decided way.</|quote|>"That certainly seems to explain some of your actions," Henry | m not sure that that s not the explanation, though," he added, now observing her steadily. "I doubt whether there is an explanation," she replied rather hurriedly, not clearly understanding what he meant. "What? No explanation of anything?" he inquired, with a smile. "Oh, things happen. That s about all,"<|quote|>she l... | or two, but said nothing. Indeed, she sat quite silent for over a minute. "When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don t seem to matter very much, do they?" she said suddenly. "I don t think I ever do consider things like the stars," Henry replied. "I m not sure that that s not the explanation, though," he... | wedding?" said Henry, the malicious mood now predominating. "I think some time in March," she replied. "And afterwards?" he asked. "We take a house, I suppose, somewhere in Chelsea." "It s very interesting," he observed, stealing another look at her. She lay back in her arm-chair, her feet high upon the side of the gra... | ask her why she sighed? Was her reticence about her own affairs as inviolable as it had often been convenient for rather an egoistical young man to think it? But since her engagement to Rodney, Henry s feeling towards her had become rather complex; equally divided between an impulse to hurt her and an impulse to be ten... | she heard a sound which decided her, apparently, not to enter; her uncle, Sir Francis, was playing his nightly game of whist; it appeared probable that he was losing. She went up the curving stairway, which represented the one attempt at ceremony in the otherwise rather dilapidated mansion, and down a narrow passage un... | at her. Should he venture to ask her why she sighed? Was her reticence about her own affairs as inviolable as it had often been convenient for rather an egoistical young man to think it? But since her engagement to Rodney, Henry s feeling towards her had become rather complex; equally divided between an impulse to hurt... | Night And Day |
"That certainly seems to explain some of your actions," | Henry Otway | in her casual, decided way.<|quote|>"That certainly seems to explain some of your actions,"</|quote|>Henry thought to himself. "One | about all," she let drop in her casual, decided way.<|quote|>"That certainly seems to explain some of your actions,"</|quote|>Henry thought to himself. "One thing s about as good | explanation, though," he added, now observing her steadily. "I doubt whether there is an explanation," she replied rather hurriedly, not clearly understanding what he meant. "What? No explanation of anything?" he inquired, with a smile. "Oh, things happen. That s about all," she let drop in her casual, decided way.<|qu... | quite silent for over a minute. "When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don t seem to matter very much, do they?" she said suddenly. "I don t think I ever do consider things like the stars," Henry replied. "I m not sure that that s not the explanation, though," he added, now observing her steadily. "I dou... | "I think some time in March," she replied. "And afterwards?" he asked. "We take a house, I suppose, somewhere in Chelsea." "It s very interesting," he observed, stealing another look at her. She lay back in her arm-chair, her feet high upon the side of the grate, and in front of her, presumably to screen her eyes, she ... | about her own affairs as inviolable as it had often been convenient for rather an egoistical young man to think it? But since her engagement to Rodney, Henry s feeling towards her had become rather complex; equally divided between an impulse to hurt her and an impulse to be tender to her; and all the time he suffered a... | not to enter; her uncle, Sir Francis, was playing his nightly game of whist; it appeared probable that he was losing. She went up the curving stairway, which represented the one attempt at ceremony in the otherwise rather dilapidated mansion, and down a narrow passage until she came to the room whose light she had seen... | said. "I m not disturbing you?" "I m not here. I m at Bungay," he replied. "I m giving a music lesson to Harold and Julia. That was why I had to leave the table with the ladies I m spending the night there, and I shan t be back till late on Christmas Eve." "How I wish" Katharine began, and stopped short. "I think these... | Night And Day |
Henry thought to himself. | No speaker | explain some of your actions,"<|quote|>Henry thought to himself.</|quote|>"One thing s about as | way. "That certainly seems to explain some of your actions,"<|quote|>Henry thought to himself.</|quote|>"One thing s about as good as another, and one | doubt whether there is an explanation," she replied rather hurriedly, not clearly understanding what he meant. "What? No explanation of anything?" he inquired, with a smile. "Oh, things happen. That s about all," she let drop in her casual, decided way. "That certainly seems to explain some of your actions,"<|quote|>He... | things like the stars, our affairs don t seem to matter very much, do they?" she said suddenly. "I don t think I ever do consider things like the stars," Henry replied. "I m not sure that that s not the explanation, though," he added, now observing her steadily. "I doubt whether there is an explanation," she replied ra... | afterwards?" he asked. "We take a house, I suppose, somewhere in Chelsea." "It s very interesting," he observed, stealing another look at her. She lay back in her arm-chair, her feet high upon the side of the grate, and in front of her, presumably to screen her eyes, she held a newspaper from which she picked up a sent... | often been convenient for rather an egoistical young man to think it? But since her engagement to Rodney, Henry s feeling towards her had become rather complex; equally divided between an impulse to hurt her and an impulse to be tender to her; and all the time he suffered a curious irritation from the sense that she wa... | his nightly game of whist; it appeared probable that he was losing. She went up the curving stairway, which represented the one attempt at ceremony in the otherwise rather dilapidated mansion, and down a narrow passage until she came to the room whose light she had seen from the garden. Knocking, she was told to come i... | like each other, as these two had. "Well, what s the date of the wedding?" said Henry, the malicious mood now predominating. "I think some time in March," she replied. "And afterwards?" he asked. "We take a house, I suppose, somewhere in Chelsea." "It s very interesting," he observed, stealing another look at her. She ... | Night And Day |
"One thing s about as good as another, and one s got to do something," | Henry Otway | actions," Henry thought to himself.<|quote|>"One thing s about as good as another, and one s got to do something,"</|quote|>he said aloud, expressing what | to explain some of your actions," Henry thought to himself.<|quote|>"One thing s about as good as another, and one s got to do something,"</|quote|>he said aloud, expressing what he supposed to be her | an explanation," she replied rather hurriedly, not clearly understanding what he meant. "What? No explanation of anything?" he inquired, with a smile. "Oh, things happen. That s about all," she let drop in her casual, decided way. "That certainly seems to explain some of your actions," Henry thought to himself.<|quote|... | our affairs don t seem to matter very much, do they?" she said suddenly. "I don t think I ever do consider things like the stars," Henry replied. "I m not sure that that s not the explanation, though," he added, now observing her steadily. "I doubt whether there is an explanation," she replied rather hurriedly, not cle... | take a house, I suppose, somewhere in Chelsea." "It s very interesting," he observed, stealing another look at her. She lay back in her arm-chair, her feet high upon the side of the grate, and in front of her, presumably to screen her eyes, she held a newspaper from which she picked up a sentence or two now and again. ... | rather an egoistical young man to think it? But since her engagement to Rodney, Henry s feeling towards her had become rather complex; equally divided between an impulse to hurt her and an impulse to be tender to her; and all the time he suffered a curious irritation from the sense that she was drifting away from him f... | whist; it appeared probable that he was losing. She went up the curving stairway, which represented the one attempt at ceremony in the otherwise rather dilapidated mansion, and down a narrow passage until she came to the room whose light she had seen from the garden. Knocking, she was told to come in. A young man, Henr... | ever upon unknown seas. On her side, directly Katharine got into his presence, and the sense of the stars dropped from her, she knew that any intercourse between people is extremely partial; from the whole mass of her feelings, only one or two could be selected for Henry s inspection, and therefore she sighed. Then she... | Night And Day |
he said aloud, expressing what he supposed to be her attitude, much in her accent. Perhaps she detected the imitation, for looking gently at him, she said, with ironical composure: | No speaker | s got to do something,"<|quote|>he said aloud, expressing what he supposed to be her attitude, much in her accent. Perhaps she detected the imitation, for looking gently at him, she said, with ironical composure:</|quote|>"Well, if you believe that | good as another, and one s got to do something,"<|quote|>he said aloud, expressing what he supposed to be her attitude, much in her accent. Perhaps she detected the imitation, for looking gently at him, she said, with ironical composure:</|quote|>"Well, if you believe that your life must be simple, | of anything?" he inquired, with a smile. "Oh, things happen. That s about all," she let drop in her casual, decided way. "That certainly seems to explain some of your actions," Henry thought to himself. "One thing s about as good as another, and one s got to do something,"<|quote|>he said aloud, expressing what he supp... | don t think I ever do consider things like the stars," Henry replied. "I m not sure that that s not the explanation, though," he added, now observing her steadily. "I doubt whether there is an explanation," she replied rather hurriedly, not clearly understanding what he meant. "What? No explanation of anything?" he inq... | another look at her. She lay back in her arm-chair, her feet high upon the side of the grate, and in front of her, presumably to screen her eyes, she held a newspaper from which she picked up a sentence or two now and again. Observing this, Henry remarked: "Perhaps marriage will make you more human." At this she lowere... | s feeling towards her had become rather complex; equally divided between an impulse to hurt her and an impulse to be tender to her; and all the time he suffered a curious irritation from the sense that she was drifting away from him for ever upon unknown seas. On her side, directly Katharine got into his presence, and ... | represented the one attempt at ceremony in the otherwise rather dilapidated mansion, and down a narrow passage until she came to the room whose light she had seen from the garden. Knocking, she was told to come in. A young man, Henry Otway, was reading, with his feet on the fender. He had a fine head, the brow arched i... | appeared possible. At any rate they had a grandfather in common; at any rate there was a kind of loyalty between them sometimes found between relations who have no other cause to like each other, as these two had. "Well, what s the date of the wedding?" said Henry, the malicious mood now predominating. "I think some ti... | Night And Day |
"Well, if you believe that your life must be simple, Henry." | Katharine Hilbery | she said, with ironical composure:<|quote|>"Well, if you believe that your life must be simple, Henry."</|quote|>"But I don t believe | for looking gently at him, she said, with ironical composure:<|quote|>"Well, if you believe that your life must be simple, Henry."</|quote|>"But I don t believe it," he said shortly. "No | actions," Henry thought to himself. "One thing s about as good as another, and one s got to do something," he said aloud, expressing what he supposed to be her attitude, much in her accent. Perhaps she detected the imitation, for looking gently at him, she said, with ironical composure:<|quote|>"Well, if you believe th... | "I doubt whether there is an explanation," she replied rather hurriedly, not clearly understanding what he meant. "What? No explanation of anything?" he inquired, with a smile. "Oh, things happen. That s about all," she let drop in her casual, decided way. "That certainly seems to explain some of your actions," Henry t... | held a newspaper from which she picked up a sentence or two now and again. Observing this, Henry remarked: "Perhaps marriage will make you more human." At this she lowered the newspaper an inch or two, but said nothing. Indeed, she sat quite silent for over a minute. "When you consider things like the stars, our affair... | a curious irritation from the sense that she was drifting away from him for ever upon unknown seas. On her side, directly Katharine got into his presence, and the sense of the stars dropped from her, she knew that any intercourse between people is extremely partial; from the whole mass of her feelings, only one or two ... | garden. Knocking, she was told to come in. A young man, Henry Otway, was reading, with his feet on the fender. He had a fine head, the brow arched in the Elizabethan manner, but the gentle, honest eyes were rather skeptical than glowing with the Elizabethan vigor. He gave the impression that he had not yet found the ca... | I m at Bungay," he replied. "I m giving a music lesson to Harold and Julia. That was why I had to leave the table with the ladies I m spending the night there, and I shan t be back till late on Christmas Eve." "How I wish" Katharine began, and stopped short. "I think these parties are a great mistake," she added briefl... | Night And Day |
"But I don t believe it," | Henry Otway | life must be simple, Henry."<|quote|>"But I don t believe it,"</|quote|>he said shortly. "No more | if you believe that your life must be simple, Henry."<|quote|>"But I don t believe it,"</|quote|>he said shortly. "No more do I," she replied. "What | as another, and one s got to do something," he said aloud, expressing what he supposed to be her attitude, much in her accent. Perhaps she detected the imitation, for looking gently at him, she said, with ironical composure: "Well, if you believe that your life must be simple, Henry."<|quote|>"But I don t believe it,"<... | not clearly understanding what he meant. "What? No explanation of anything?" he inquired, with a smile. "Oh, things happen. That s about all," she let drop in her casual, decided way. "That certainly seems to explain some of your actions," Henry thought to himself. "One thing s about as good as another, and one s got t... | two now and again. Observing this, Henry remarked: "Perhaps marriage will make you more human." At this she lowered the newspaper an inch or two, but said nothing. Indeed, she sat quite silent for over a minute. "When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don t seem to matter very much, do they?" she said sud... | from him for ever upon unknown seas. On her side, directly Katharine got into his presence, and the sense of the stars dropped from her, she knew that any intercourse between people is extremely partial; from the whole mass of her feelings, only one or two could be selected for Henry s inspection, and therefore she sig... | Henry Otway, was reading, with his feet on the fender. He had a fine head, the brow arched in the Elizabethan manner, but the gentle, honest eyes were rather skeptical than glowing with the Elizabethan vigor. He gave the impression that he had not yet found the cause which suited his temperament. He turned, put down hi... | I had to leave the table with the ladies I m spending the night there, and I shan t be back till late on Christmas Eve." "How I wish" Katharine began, and stopped short. "I think these parties are a great mistake," she added briefly, and sighed. "Oh, horrible!" he agreed; and they both fell silent. Her sigh made him lo... | Night And Day |
he said shortly. | No speaker | I don t believe it,"<|quote|>he said shortly.</|quote|>"No more do I," she | must be simple, Henry." "But I don t believe it,"<|quote|>he said shortly.</|quote|>"No more do I," she replied. "What about the stars?" | to do something," he said aloud, expressing what he supposed to be her attitude, much in her accent. Perhaps she detected the imitation, for looking gently at him, she said, with ironical composure: "Well, if you believe that your life must be simple, Henry." "But I don t believe it,"<|quote|>he said shortly.</|quote|>... | "What? No explanation of anything?" he inquired, with a smile. "Oh, things happen. That s about all," she let drop in her casual, decided way. "That certainly seems to explain some of your actions," Henry thought to himself. "One thing s about as good as another, and one s got to do something," he said aloud, expressin... | Henry remarked: "Perhaps marriage will make you more human." At this she lowered the newspaper an inch or two, but said nothing. Indeed, she sat quite silent for over a minute. "When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don t seem to matter very much, do they?" she said suddenly. "I don t think I ever do con... | seas. On her side, directly Katharine got into his presence, and the sense of the stars dropped from her, she knew that any intercourse between people is extremely partial; from the whole mass of her feelings, only one or two could be selected for Henry s inspection, and therefore she sighed. Then she looked at him, an... | feet on the fender. He had a fine head, the brow arched in the Elizabethan manner, but the gentle, honest eyes were rather skeptical than glowing with the Elizabethan vigor. He gave the impression that he had not yet found the cause which suited his temperament. He turned, put down his book, and looked at her. He notic... | in common between them than had appeared possible. At any rate they had a grandfather in common; at any rate there was a kind of loyalty between them sometimes found between relations who have no other cause to like each other, as these two had. "Well, what s the date of the wedding?" said Henry, the malicious mood now... | Night And Day |
"No more do I," | Katharine Hilbery | believe it," he said shortly.<|quote|>"No more do I,"</|quote|>she replied. "What about the | Henry." "But I don t believe it," he said shortly.<|quote|>"No more do I,"</|quote|>she replied. "What about the stars?" he asked a moment | he said aloud, expressing what he supposed to be her attitude, much in her accent. Perhaps she detected the imitation, for looking gently at him, she said, with ironical composure: "Well, if you believe that your life must be simple, Henry." "But I don t believe it," he said shortly.<|quote|>"No more do I,"</|quote|>sh... | of anything?" he inquired, with a smile. "Oh, things happen. That s about all," she let drop in her casual, decided way. "That certainly seems to explain some of your actions," Henry thought to himself. "One thing s about as good as another, and one s got to do something," he said aloud, expressing what he supposed to ... | marriage will make you more human." At this she lowered the newspaper an inch or two, but said nothing. Indeed, she sat quite silent for over a minute. "When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don t seem to matter very much, do they?" she said suddenly. "I don t think I ever do consider things like the sta... | side, directly Katharine got into his presence, and the sense of the stars dropped from her, she knew that any intercourse between people is extremely partial; from the whole mass of her feelings, only one or two could be selected for Henry s inspection, and therefore she sighed. Then she looked at him, and their eyes ... | fender. He had a fine head, the brow arched in the Elizabethan manner, but the gentle, honest eyes were rather skeptical than glowing with the Elizabethan vigor. He gave the impression that he had not yet found the cause which suited his temperament. He turned, put down his book, and looked at her. He noticed her rathe... | had often been convenient for rather an egoistical young man to think it? But since her engagement to Rodney, Henry s feeling towards her had become rather complex; equally divided between an impulse to hurt her and an impulse to be tender to her; and all the time he suffered a curious irritation from the sense that sh... | Night And Day |
she replied. | No speaker | shortly. "No more do I,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"What about the stars?" he | t believe it," he said shortly. "No more do I,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"What about the stars?" he asked a moment later. "I | what he supposed to be her attitude, much in her accent. Perhaps she detected the imitation, for looking gently at him, she said, with ironical composure: "Well, if you believe that your life must be simple, Henry." "But I don t believe it," he said shortly. "No more do I,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"What about the... | with a smile. "Oh, things happen. That s about all," she let drop in her casual, decided way. "That certainly seems to explain some of your actions," Henry thought to himself. "One thing s about as good as another, and one s got to do something," he said aloud, expressing what he supposed to be her attitude, much in he... | more human." At this she lowered the newspaper an inch or two, but said nothing. Indeed, she sat quite silent for over a minute. "When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don t seem to matter very much, do they?" she said suddenly. "I don t think I ever do consider things like the stars," Henry replied. "I ... | into his presence, and the sense of the stars dropped from her, she knew that any intercourse between people is extremely partial; from the whole mass of her feelings, only one or two could be selected for Henry s inspection, and therefore she sighed. Then she looked at him, and their eyes meeting, much more seemed to ... | fine head, the brow arched in the Elizabethan manner, but the gentle, honest eyes were rather skeptical than glowing with the Elizabethan vigor. He gave the impression that he had not yet found the cause which suited his temperament. He turned, put down his book, and looked at her. He noticed her rather pale, dew-drenc... | of the ties between them. "Thank you, Henry," she said. "I m not disturbing you?" "I m not here. I m at Bungay," he replied. "I m giving a music lesson to Harold and Julia. That was why I had to leave the table with the ladies I m spending the night there, and I shan t be back till late on Christmas Eve." "How I wish" ... | Night And Day |
"What about the stars?" | Henry Otway | more do I," she replied.<|quote|>"What about the stars?"</|quote|>he asked a moment later. | it," he said shortly. "No more do I," she replied.<|quote|>"What about the stars?"</|quote|>he asked a moment later. "I understand that you rule | supposed to be her attitude, much in her accent. Perhaps she detected the imitation, for looking gently at him, she said, with ironical composure: "Well, if you believe that your life must be simple, Henry." "But I don t believe it," he said shortly. "No more do I," she replied.<|quote|>"What about the stars?"</|quote|... | smile. "Oh, things happen. That s about all," she let drop in her casual, decided way. "That certainly seems to explain some of your actions," Henry thought to himself. "One thing s about as good as another, and one s got to do something," he said aloud, expressing what he supposed to be her attitude, much in her accen... | At this she lowered the newspaper an inch or two, but said nothing. Indeed, she sat quite silent for over a minute. "When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don t seem to matter very much, do they?" she said suddenly. "I don t think I ever do consider things like the stars," Henry replied. "I m not sure th... | presence, and the sense of the stars dropped from her, she knew that any intercourse between people is extremely partial; from the whole mass of her feelings, only one or two could be selected for Henry s inspection, and therefore she sighed. Then she looked at him, and their eyes meeting, much more seemed to be in com... | the brow arched in the Elizabethan manner, but the gentle, honest eyes were rather skeptical than glowing with the Elizabethan vigor. He gave the impression that he had not yet found the cause which suited his temperament. He turned, put down his book, and looked at her. He noticed her rather pale, dew-drenched look, a... | ask her why she sighed? Was her reticence about her own affairs as inviolable as it had often been convenient for rather an egoistical young man to think it? But since her engagement to Rodney, Henry s feeling towards her had become rather complex; equally divided between an impulse to hurt her and an impulse to be ten... | Night And Day |
he asked a moment later. | No speaker | replied. "What about the stars?"<|quote|>he asked a moment later.</|quote|>"I understand that you rule | "No more do I," she replied. "What about the stars?"<|quote|>he asked a moment later.</|quote|>"I understand that you rule your life by the stars?" | attitude, much in her accent. Perhaps she detected the imitation, for looking gently at him, she said, with ironical composure: "Well, if you believe that your life must be simple, Henry." "But I don t believe it," he said shortly. "No more do I," she replied. "What about the stars?"<|quote|>he asked a moment later.</|... | That s about all," she let drop in her casual, decided way. "That certainly seems to explain some of your actions," Henry thought to himself. "One thing s about as good as another, and one s got to do something," he said aloud, expressing what he supposed to be her attitude, much in her accent. Perhaps she detected the... | the newspaper an inch or two, but said nothing. Indeed, she sat quite silent for over a minute. "When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don t seem to matter very much, do they?" she said suddenly. "I don t think I ever do consider things like the stars," Henry replied. "I m not sure that that s not the ex... | of the stars dropped from her, she knew that any intercourse between people is extremely partial; from the whole mass of her feelings, only one or two could be selected for Henry s inspection, and therefore she sighed. Then she looked at him, and their eyes meeting, much more seemed to be in common between them than ha... | the Elizabethan manner, but the gentle, honest eyes were rather skeptical than glowing with the Elizabethan vigor. He gave the impression that he had not yet found the cause which suited his temperament. He turned, put down his book, and looked at her. He noticed her rather pale, dew-drenched look, as of one whose mind... | was a kind of loyalty between them sometimes found between relations who have no other cause to like each other, as these two had. "Well, what s the date of the wedding?" said Henry, the malicious mood now predominating. "I think some time in March," she replied. "And afterwards?" he asked. "We take a house, I suppose,... | Night And Day |
"I understand that you rule your life by the stars?" | Henry Otway | he asked a moment later.<|quote|>"I understand that you rule your life by the stars?"</|quote|>She let this pass, either | replied. "What about the stars?" he asked a moment later.<|quote|>"I understand that you rule your life by the stars?"</|quote|>She let this pass, either because she did not attend | Perhaps she detected the imitation, for looking gently at him, she said, with ironical composure: "Well, if you believe that your life must be simple, Henry." "But I don t believe it," he said shortly. "No more do I," she replied. "What about the stars?" he asked a moment later.<|quote|>"I understand that you rule your... | let drop in her casual, decided way. "That certainly seems to explain some of your actions," Henry thought to himself. "One thing s about as good as another, and one s got to do something," he said aloud, expressing what he supposed to be her attitude, much in her accent. Perhaps she detected the imitation, for looking... | two, but said nothing. Indeed, she sat quite silent for over a minute. "When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don t seem to matter very much, do they?" she said suddenly. "I don t think I ever do consider things like the stars," Henry replied. "I m not sure that that s not the explanation, though," he ad... | her, she knew that any intercourse between people is extremely partial; from the whole mass of her feelings, only one or two could be selected for Henry s inspection, and therefore she sighed. Then she looked at him, and their eyes meeting, much more seemed to be in common between them than had appeared possible. At an... | gentle, honest eyes were rather skeptical than glowing with the Elizabethan vigor. He gave the impression that he had not yet found the cause which suited his temperament. He turned, put down his book, and looked at her. He noticed her rather pale, dew-drenched look, as of one whose mind is not altogether settled in th... | had become rather complex; equally divided between an impulse to hurt her and an impulse to be tender to her; and all the time he suffered a curious irritation from the sense that she was drifting away from him for ever upon unknown seas. On her side, directly Katharine got into his presence, and the sense of the stars... | Night And Day |
She let this pass, either because she did not attend to it, or because the tone was not to her liking. Once more she paused, and then she inquired: | No speaker | your life by the stars?"<|quote|>She let this pass, either because she did not attend to it, or because the tone was not to her liking. Once more she paused, and then she inquired:</|quote|>"But do you always understand | "I understand that you rule your life by the stars?"<|quote|>She let this pass, either because she did not attend to it, or because the tone was not to her liking. Once more she paused, and then she inquired:</|quote|>"But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought | she said, with ironical composure: "Well, if you believe that your life must be simple, Henry." "But I don t believe it," he said shortly. "No more do I," she replied. "What about the stars?" he asked a moment later. "I understand that you rule your life by the stars?"<|quote|>She let this pass, either because she did ... | to explain some of your actions," Henry thought to himself. "One thing s about as good as another, and one s got to do something," he said aloud, expressing what he supposed to be her attitude, much in her accent. Perhaps she detected the imitation, for looking gently at him, she said, with ironical composure: "Well, i... | over a minute. "When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don t seem to matter very much, do they?" she said suddenly. "I don t think I ever do consider things like the stars," Henry replied. "I m not sure that that s not the explanation, though," he added, now observing her steadily. "I doubt whether there ... | partial; from the whole mass of her feelings, only one or two could be selected for Henry s inspection, and therefore she sighed. Then she looked at him, and their eyes meeting, much more seemed to be in common between them than had appeared possible. At any rate they had a grandfather in common; at any rate there was ... | Elizabethan vigor. He gave the impression that he had not yet found the cause which suited his temperament. He turned, put down his book, and looked at her. He noticed her rather pale, dew-drenched look, as of one whose mind is not altogether settled in the body. He had often laid his difficulties before her, and guess... | and all the time he suffered a curious irritation from the sense that she was drifting away from him for ever upon unknown seas. On her side, directly Katharine got into his presence, and the sense of the stars dropped from her, she knew that any intercourse between people is extremely partial; from the whole mass of h... | Night And Day |
"But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand," | Katharine Hilbery | paused, and then she inquired:<|quote|>"But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand,"</|quote|>she reflected. "Now I must | her liking. Once more she paused, and then she inquired:<|quote|>"But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand,"</|quote|>she reflected. "Now I must go down to them, I | she replied. "What about the stars?" he asked a moment later. "I understand that you rule your life by the stars?" She let this pass, either because she did not attend to it, or because the tone was not to her liking. Once more she paused, and then she inquired:<|quote|>"But do you always understand why you do everythi... | what he supposed to be her attitude, much in her accent. Perhaps she detected the imitation, for looking gently at him, she said, with ironical composure: "Well, if you believe that your life must be simple, Henry." "But I don t believe it," he said shortly. "No more do I," she replied. "What about the stars?" he asked... | ever do consider things like the stars," Henry replied. "I m not sure that that s not the explanation, though," he added, now observing her steadily. "I doubt whether there is an explanation," she replied rather hurriedly, not clearly understanding what he meant. "What? No explanation of anything?" he inquired, with a ... | their eyes meeting, much more seemed to be in common between them than had appeared possible. At any rate they had a grandfather in common; at any rate there was a kind of loyalty between them sometimes found between relations who have no other cause to like each other, as these two had. "Well, what s the date of the w... | noticed her rather pale, dew-drenched look, as of one whose mind is not altogether settled in the body. He had often laid his difficulties before her, and guessed, in some ways hoped, that perhaps she now had need of him. At the same time, she carried on her life with such independence that he scarcely expected any con... | two, but said nothing. Indeed, she sat quite silent for over a minute. "When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don t seem to matter very much, do they?" she said suddenly. "I don t think I ever do consider things like the stars," Henry replied. "I m not sure that that s not the explanation, though," he ad... | Night And Day |
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