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she reflected. | No speaker | People like my mother understand,"<|quote|>she reflected.</|quote|>"Now I must go down | everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand,"<|quote|>she reflected.</|quote|>"Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and | 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: "But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand,"<|quote|>she reflected.</|quote|>"Now I must ... | 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. "I understand that you rule your life by the stars?" She let this pass, either because s... | 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. "Th... | 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 replied.... | 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... | 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 in her a... | Night And Day |
"Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening." | Katharine Hilbery | my mother understand," she reflected.<|quote|>"Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening."</|quote|>"What could be happening?" Henry | one to understand? People like my mother understand," she reflected.<|quote|>"Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening."</|quote|>"What could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, they may want | 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: "But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand," she reflected.<|quote|>"Now I must go down to them,... | 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. "I understand that you rule your life by the stars?" She let this pass, either because she did not... | 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. "That certainly seems to ... | 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... | 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 forg... | 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 held a newspap... | Night And Day |
"What could be happening?" | Henry Otway | and see what s happening."<|quote|>"What could be happening?"</|quote|>Henry protested. "Oh, they may | down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening."<|quote|>"What could be happening?"</|quote|>Henry protested. "Oh, they may want to settle something," she | because the tone was not to her liking. Once more she paused, and then she inquired: "But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand," she reflected. "Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening."<|quote|>"What could be happening?"</|quo... | 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?" 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, an... | 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. "One thing s about as good a... | 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 Chelsea.... | 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 whom d you mea... | 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 could be selected for... | Night And Day |
Henry protested. | No speaker | happening." "What could be happening?"<|quote|>Henry protested.</|quote|>"Oh, they may want to | suppose, and see what s happening." "What could be happening?"<|quote|>Henry protested.</|quote|>"Oh, they may want to settle something," she replied vaguely, | not to her liking. Once more she paused, and then she inquired: "But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand," she reflected. "Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening." "What could be happening?"<|quote|>Henry protested.</|quote|>... | 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?" 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: "Bu... | 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 to do... | 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 Chelsea." "It s very interesting," he... | 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? Oh, the family... | 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 any rate ... | Night And Day |
"Oh, they may want to settle something," | Katharine Hilbery | could be happening?" Henry protested.<|quote|>"Oh, they may want to settle something,"</|quote|>she replied vaguely, putting her | see what s happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested.<|quote|>"Oh, they may want to settle something,"</|quote|>she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the ground, resting | her liking. Once more she paused, and then she inquired: "But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand," she reflected. "Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested.<|quote|>"Oh, they may wa... | 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?" 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: "But do y... | 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 to do something," he said a... | 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." "It s very interesting," he observed, stealin... | 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. ... | 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 consider things li... | Night And Day |
she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the ground, resting her chin on her hands, and looking out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. | No speaker | may want to settle something,"<|quote|>she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the ground, resting her chin on her hands, and looking out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire.</|quote|>"And then there s William," | happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, they may want to settle something,"<|quote|>she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the ground, resting her chin on her hands, and looking out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire.</|quote|>"And then there s William," she added, as if by | then she inquired: "But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand," she reflected. "Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, they may want to settle something,"<|quote|>she replied v... | more do 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: "But do you always understand why you do ever... | 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 be ... | 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 lay b... | 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 was hot down there, so I ... | 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 clearly understanding... | Night And Day |
"And then there s William," | Katharine Hilbery | eyes contemplatively at the fire.<|quote|>"And then there s William,"</|quote|>she added, as if by | out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire.<|quote|>"And then there s William,"</|quote|>she added, as if by an afterthought. Henry very nearly | down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, they may want to settle something," she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the ground, resting her chin on her hands, and looking out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire.<|quote|>"And then there s Willi... | 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: "But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand," she reflected. "Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s ha... | 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, if you believe th... | 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... | 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 ... | 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 suddenl... | Night And Day |
she added, as if by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughed, but restrained himself. | No speaker | "And then there s William,"<|quote|>she added, as if by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughed, but restrained himself.</|quote|>"Do they know what coals | eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William,"<|quote|>she added, as if by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughed, but restrained himself.</|quote|>"Do they know what coals are made of, Henry?" she | and see what s happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, they may want to settle something," she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the ground, resting her chin on her hands, and looking out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William,"<|quote|>she added, as if by ... | not attend to it, or because the tone was not to her liking. Once more she paused, and then she inquired: "But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand," she reflected. "Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening." "What could be happ... | 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, if you believe that your life must be simple, Hen... | 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 sentence or two now ... | 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 details often... | 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... | Night And Day |
"Do they know what coals are made of, Henry?" | Katharine Hilbery | nearly laughed, but restrained himself.<|quote|>"Do they know what coals are made of, Henry?"</|quote|>she asked, a moment later. | by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughed, but restrained himself.<|quote|>"Do they know what coals are made of, Henry?"</|quote|>she asked, a moment later. "Mares tails, I believe," he | want to settle something," she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the ground, resting her chin on her hands, and looking out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William," she added, as if by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughed, but restrained himself.<|quote|>"Do they know wha... | more she paused, and then she inquired: "But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand," she reflected. "Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, they may want to settle something," ... | 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," he said shortly. "No more do I," s... | 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 you more huma... | 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... | 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 |
she asked, a moment later. | No speaker | coals are made of, Henry?"<|quote|>she asked, a moment later.</|quote|>"Mares tails, I believe," he | himself. "Do they know what coals are made of, Henry?"<|quote|>she asked, a moment later.</|quote|>"Mares tails, I believe," he hazarded. "Have you ever been | feet on the ground, resting her chin on her hands, and looking out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William," she added, as if by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughed, but restrained himself. "Do they know what coals are made of, Henry?"<|quote|>she asked, a moment later.</|qu... | you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand," she reflected. "Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, they may want to settle something," she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the gro... | 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 a momen... | 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 lowered the newspaper an inch or tw... | 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 them. "Thank you, H... | 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 look at ... | Night And Day |
"Mares tails, I believe," | Henry Otway | she asked, a moment later.<|quote|>"Mares tails, I believe,"</|quote|>he hazarded. "Have you ever | coals are made of, Henry?" she asked, a moment later.<|quote|>"Mares tails, I believe,"</|quote|>he hazarded. "Have you ever been down a coal-mine?" she | her chin on her hands, and looking out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William," she added, as if by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughed, but restrained himself. "Do they know what coals are made of, Henry?" she asked, a moment later.<|quote|>"Mares tails, I believe,"</|quot... | do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand," she reflected. "Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, they may want to settle something," she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the ground, resting her chin on her h... | 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 a moment later. "I understand that y... | 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... | 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 them. "Thank you, Henry," she said. "I... | 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 added, now ... | Night And Day |
he hazarded. | No speaker | later. "Mares tails, I believe,"<|quote|>he hazarded.</|quote|>"Have you ever been down | Henry?" she asked, a moment later. "Mares tails, I believe,"<|quote|>he hazarded.</|quote|>"Have you ever been down a coal-mine?" she went on. | hands, and looking out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William," she added, as if by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughed, but restrained himself. "Do they know what coals are made of, Henry?" she asked, a moment later. "Mares tails, I believe,"<|quote|>he hazarded.</|quote|>... | to understand? People like my mother understand," she reflected. "Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, they may want to settle something," she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the ground, resting her chin on her hands, and looking out of ... | 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. "I understand that you rule your life by... | 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 quite sil... | 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. "Thank you, Henry," she said. "I m not disturbing you... | 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 quite silent for over a minute. ... | Night And Day |
"Have you ever been down a coal-mine?" | Katharine Hilbery | tails, I believe," he hazarded.<|quote|>"Have you ever been down a coal-mine?"</|quote|>she went on. "Don t | asked, a moment later. "Mares tails, I believe," he hazarded.<|quote|>"Have you ever been down a coal-mine?"</|quote|>she went on. "Don t let s talk about coal-mines, | looking out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William," she added, as if by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughed, but restrained himself. "Do they know what coals are made of, Henry?" she asked, a moment later. "Mares tails, I believe," he hazarded.<|quote|>"Have you ever been ... | People like my mother understand," she reflected. "Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, they may want to settle something," she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the ground, resting her chin on her hands, and looking out of her large dark ... | 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. "I understand that you rule your life by the stars?"... | 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 quite silent for ... | 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," she said. "I m not disturbing you?" "I m n... | 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... | Night And Day |
she went on. | No speaker | ever been down a coal-mine?"<|quote|>she went on.</|quote|>"Don t let s talk | believe," he hazarded. "Have you ever been down a coal-mine?"<|quote|>she went on.</|quote|>"Don t let s talk about coal-mines, Katharine," he protested. | contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William," she added, as if by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughed, but restrained himself. "Do they know what coals are made of, Henry?" she asked, a moment later. "Mares tails, I believe," he hazarded. "Have you ever been down a coal-mine?"<|quote|>she went on.</|q... | "Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, they may want to settle something," she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the ground, resting her chin on her hands, and looking out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there ... | 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. "I understand that you rule your life by the stars?" She let this pass, either because she did not... | 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... | 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 m g... | 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 be her attitud... | Night And Day |
"Don t let s talk about coal-mines, Katharine," | Henry Otway | a coal-mine?" she went on.<|quote|>"Don t let s talk about coal-mines, Katharine,"</|quote|>he protested. "We shall probably | "Have you ever been down a coal-mine?" she went on.<|quote|>"Don t let s talk about coal-mines, Katharine,"</|quote|>he protested. "We shall probably never see each other again. | fire. "And then there s William," she added, as if by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughed, but restrained himself. "Do they know what coals are made of, Henry?" she asked, a moment later. "Mares tails, I believe," he hazarded. "Have you ever been down a coal-mine?" she went on.<|quote|>"Don t let s talk about co... | go down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, they may want to settle something," she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the ground, resting her chin on her hands, and looking out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William," ... | 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?" She let this pass, either because she did not attend to it, ... | 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 consider things like the sta... | 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 le... | 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. "I understand that you rule your life by the stars?" She let this pass, either because she did not... | Night And Day |
he protested. | No speaker | s talk about coal-mines, Katharine,"<|quote|>he protested.</|quote|>"We shall probably never see | went on. "Don t let s talk about coal-mines, Katharine,"<|quote|>he protested.</|quote|>"We shall probably never see each other again. When you | as if by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughed, but restrained himself. "Do they know what coals are made of, Henry?" she asked, a moment later. "Mares tails, I believe," he hazarded. "Have you ever been down a coal-mine?" she went on. "Don t let s talk about coal-mines, Katharine,"<|quote|>he protested.</|quote|>... | what s happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, they may want to settle something," she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the ground, resting her chin on her hands, and looking out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William," she added, as if by an afterthought.... | 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?" She let this pass, either because she did not attend to it, or because the tone was not to her liking. Once more... | 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 affairs don t seem to matter very ... | 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 and Julia. That was why I... | 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, if you believe that your life must be simple, Henry." "But I don t believe it," ... | Night And Day |
"We shall probably never see each other again. When you re married" | Henry Otway | about coal-mines, Katharine," he protested.<|quote|>"We shall probably never see each other again. When you re married"</|quote|>Tremendously to his surprise, he | "Don t let s talk about coal-mines, Katharine," he protested.<|quote|>"We shall probably never see each other again. When you re married"</|quote|>Tremendously to his surprise, he saw the tears stand in | by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughed, but restrained himself. "Do they know what coals are made of, Henry?" she asked, a moment later. "Mares tails, I believe," he hazarded. "Have you ever been down a coal-mine?" she went on. "Don t let s talk about coal-mines, Katharine," he protested.<|quote|>"We shall proba... | happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, they may want to settle something," she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the ground, resting her chin on her hands, and looking out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William," she added, as if by an afterthought. Henry ... | 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?" She let this pass, either because she did not attend to it, or because the tone was not to her liking. Once more she pause... | 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... | 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 and Julia. That was why I had to lea... | 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 rather hurried... | Night And Day |
Tremendously to his surprise, he saw the tears stand in her eyes. | No speaker | again. When you re married"<|quote|>Tremendously to his surprise, he saw the tears stand in her eyes.</|quote|>"Why do you all tease | probably never see each other again. When you re married"<|quote|>Tremendously to his surprise, he saw the tears stand in her eyes.</|quote|>"Why do you all tease me?" she said. "It isn | know what coals are made of, Henry?" she asked, a moment later. "Mares tails, I believe," he hazarded. "Have you ever been down a coal-mine?" she went on. "Don t let s talk about coal-mines, Katharine," he protested. "We shall probably never see each other again. When you re married"<|quote|>Tremendously to his surpris... | settle something," she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the ground, resting her chin on her hands, and looking out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William," she added, as if by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughed, but restrained himself. "Do they know what coals are made... | 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?" 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: "But do you always understand wh... | "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 consider things lik... | 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... | 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 in her a... | Night And Day |
"Why do you all tease me?" | Katharine Hilbery | tears stand in her eyes.<|quote|>"Why do you all tease me?"</|quote|>she said. "It isn t | his surprise, he saw the tears stand in her eyes.<|quote|>"Why do you all tease me?"</|quote|>she said. "It isn t kind." Henry could not pretend | "Mares tails, I believe," he hazarded. "Have you ever been down a coal-mine?" she went on. "Don t let s talk about coal-mines, Katharine," he protested. "We shall probably never see each other again. When you re married" Tremendously to his surprise, he saw the tears stand in her eyes.<|quote|>"Why do you all tease me?... | her chin on her hands, and looking out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William," she added, as if by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughed, but restrained himself. "Do they know what coals are made of, Henry?" she asked, a moment later. "Mares tails, I believe," he hazarded. "... | 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: "But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my moth... | 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 explan... | 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" Kathari... | 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?" She let this pass, either because she did not attend t... | Night And Day |
she said. | No speaker | do you all tease me?"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"It isn t kind." Henry | stand in her eyes. "Why do you all tease me?"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"It isn t kind." Henry could not pretend that he | "Have you ever been down a coal-mine?" she went on. "Don t let s talk about coal-mines, Katharine," he protested. "We shall probably never see each other again. When you re married" Tremendously to his surprise, he saw the tears stand in her eyes. "Why do you all tease me?"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"It isn t kind." H... | looking out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William," she added, as if by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughed, but restrained himself. "Do they know what coals are made of, Henry?" she asked, a moment later. "Mares tails, I believe," he hazarded. "Have you ever been down a c... | 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: "But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand," she reflected. "Now ... | 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 added, now ... | 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" Katharine began, and stopped short. "I think t... | 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 to do something," he said aloud,... | Night And Day |
"It isn t kind." | Katharine Hilbery | all tease me?" she said.<|quote|>"It isn t kind."</|quote|>Henry could not pretend that | her eyes. "Why do you all tease me?" she said.<|quote|>"It isn t kind."</|quote|>Henry could not pretend that he was altogether ignorant of | ever been down a coal-mine?" she went on. "Don t let s talk about coal-mines, Katharine," he protested. "We shall probably never see each other again. When you re married" Tremendously to his surprise, he saw the tears stand in her eyes. "Why do you all tease me?" she said.<|quote|>"It isn t kind."</|quote|>Henry could... | of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William," she added, as if by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughed, but restrained himself. "Do they know what coals are made of, Henry?" she asked, a moment later. "Mares tails, I believe," he hazarded. "Have you ever been down a coal-mine?" s... | 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: "But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand," she reflected. "Now I must go... | 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 added, now observing her ... | "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 parti... | 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... | Night And Day |
Henry could not pretend that he was altogether ignorant of her meaning, though, certainly, he had never guessed that she minded the teasing. But before he knew what to say, her eyes were clear again, and the sudden crack in the surface was almost filled up. | No speaker | said. "It isn t kind."<|quote|>Henry could not pretend that he was altogether ignorant of her meaning, though, certainly, he had never guessed that she minded the teasing. But before he knew what to say, her eyes were clear again, and the sudden crack in the surface was almost filled up.</|quote|>"Things aren t easy, a... | you all tease me?" she said. "It isn t kind."<|quote|>Henry could not pretend that he was altogether ignorant of her meaning, though, certainly, he had never guessed that she minded the teasing. But before he knew what to say, her eyes were clear again, and the sudden crack in the surface was almost filled up.</|quote|... | coal-mine?" she went on. "Don t let s talk about coal-mines, Katharine," he protested. "We shall probably never see each other again. When you re married" Tremendously to his surprise, he saw the tears stand in her eyes. "Why do you all tease me?" she said. "It isn t kind."<|quote|>Henry could not pretend that he was a... | eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William," she added, as if by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughed, but restrained himself. "Do they know what coals are made of, Henry?" she asked, a moment later. "Mares tails, I believe," he hazarded. "Have you ever been down a coal-mine?" she went on. "Don t... | 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: "But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand," she reflected. "Now I must go down to them, I s... | 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 doubt whe... | 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 parties are a great mista... | 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... | Night And Day |
"Things aren t easy, anyhow," | Katharine Hilbery | surface was almost filled up.<|quote|>"Things aren t easy, anyhow,"</|quote|>she stated. Obeying an impulse | the sudden crack in the surface was almost filled up.<|quote|>"Things aren t easy, anyhow,"</|quote|>she stated. Obeying an impulse of genuine affection, Henry spoke. | "It isn t kind." Henry could not pretend that he was altogether ignorant of her meaning, though, certainly, he had never guessed that she minded the teasing. But before he knew what to say, her eyes were clear again, and the sudden crack in the surface was almost filled up.<|quote|>"Things aren t easy, anyhow,"</|quote... | ever been down a coal-mine?" she went on. "Don t let s talk about coal-mines, Katharine," he protested. "We shall probably never see each other again. When you re married" Tremendously to his surprise, he saw the tears stand in her eyes. "Why do you all tease me?" she said. "It isn t kind." Henry could not pretend that... | my mother understand," she reflected. "Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, they may want to settle something," she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the ground, resting her chin on her hands, and looking out of her large dark eyes contemp... | 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," she let drop in her casual, decide... | 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... | 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. Obser... | Night And Day |
she stated. Obeying an impulse of genuine affection, Henry spoke. | No speaker | "Things aren t easy, anyhow,"<|quote|>she stated. Obeying an impulse of genuine affection, Henry spoke.</|quote|>"Promise me, Katharine, that if | surface was almost filled up. "Things aren t easy, anyhow,"<|quote|>she stated. Obeying an impulse of genuine affection, Henry spoke.</|quote|>"Promise me, Katharine, that if I can ever help you, | could not pretend that he was altogether ignorant of her meaning, though, certainly, he had never guessed that she minded the teasing. But before he knew what to say, her eyes were clear again, and the sudden crack in the surface was almost filled up. "Things aren t easy, anyhow,"<|quote|>she stated. Obeying an impulse... | she went on. "Don t let s talk about coal-mines, Katharine," he protested. "We shall probably never see each other again. When you re married" Tremendously to his surprise, he saw the tears stand in her eyes. "Why do you all tease me?" she said. "It isn t kind." Henry could not pretend that he was altogether ignorant o... | "Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, they may want to settle something," she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the ground, resting her chin on her hands, and looking out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there ... | 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. "That certainly seems to ... | 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 ... | 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 lowered the newspaper an inch or two, but said nothing. In... | Night And Day |
"Promise me, Katharine, that if I can ever help you, you will let me." | Henry Otway | of genuine affection, Henry spoke.<|quote|>"Promise me, Katharine, that if I can ever help you, you will let me."</|quote|>She seemed to consider, looking | she stated. Obeying an impulse of genuine affection, Henry spoke.<|quote|>"Promise me, Katharine, that if I can ever help you, you will let me."</|quote|>She seemed to consider, looking once more into the red | meaning, though, certainly, he had never guessed that she minded the teasing. But before he knew what to say, her eyes were clear again, and the sudden crack in the surface was almost filled up. "Things aren t easy, anyhow," she stated. Obeying an impulse of genuine affection, Henry spoke.<|quote|>"Promise me, Katharin... | Katharine," he protested. "We shall probably never see each other again. When you re married" Tremendously to his surprise, he saw the tears stand in her eyes. "Why do you all tease me?" she said. "It isn t kind." Henry could not pretend that he was altogether ignorant of her meaning, though, certainly, he had never gu... | see what s happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, they may want to settle something," she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the ground, resting her chin on her hands, and looking out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William," she added, as if by an afterthou... | 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 thought to himself. "One... | 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... | 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." "But I don t believe it," he said shortly. "No more do I... | Night And Day |
She seemed to consider, looking once more into the red of the fire, and decided to refrain from any explanation. | No speaker | you, you will let me."<|quote|>She seemed to consider, looking once more into the red of the fire, and decided to refrain from any explanation.</|quote|>"Yes, I promise that," she | if I can ever help you, you will let me."<|quote|>She seemed to consider, looking once more into the red of the fire, and decided to refrain from any explanation.</|quote|>"Yes, I promise that," she said at length, and Henry | he knew what to say, her eyes were clear again, and the sudden crack in the surface was almost filled up. "Things aren t easy, anyhow," she stated. Obeying an impulse of genuine affection, Henry spoke. "Promise me, Katharine, that if I can ever help you, you will let me."<|quote|>She seemed to consider, looking once mo... | married" Tremendously to his surprise, he saw the tears stand in her eyes. "Why do you all tease me?" she said. "It isn t kind." Henry could not pretend that he was altogether ignorant of her meaning, though, certainly, he had never guessed that she minded the teasing. But before he knew what to say, her eyes were clea... | to settle something," she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the ground, resting her chin on her hands, and looking out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William," she added, as if by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughed, but restrained himself. "Do they know what coals are m... | 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, expressing what ... | 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 rather c... | the tone was not to her liking. Once more she paused, and then she inquired: "But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand," she reflected. "Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh,... | Night And Day |
"Yes, I promise that," | Katharine Hilbery | to refrain from any explanation.<|quote|>"Yes, I promise that,"</|quote|>she said at length, and | of the fire, and decided to refrain from any explanation.<|quote|>"Yes, I promise that,"</|quote|>she said at length, and Henry felt himself gratified by | up. "Things aren t easy, anyhow," she stated. Obeying an impulse of genuine affection, Henry spoke. "Promise me, Katharine, that if I can ever help you, you will let me." She seemed to consider, looking once more into the red of the fire, and decided to refrain from any explanation.<|quote|>"Yes, I promise that,"</|quo... | said. "It isn t kind." Henry could not pretend that he was altogether ignorant of her meaning, though, certainly, he had never guessed that she minded the teasing. But before he knew what to say, her eyes were clear again, and the sudden crack in the surface was almost filled up. "Things aren t easy, anyhow," she state... | out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William," she added, as if by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughed, but restrained himself. "Do they know what coals are made of, Henry?" she asked, a moment later. "Mares tails, I believe," he hazarded. "Have you ever been down a coal-mine... | 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 gently at h... | 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 to her; and ... | 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... | Night And Day |
she said at length, and Henry felt himself gratified by her complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them... | No speaker | explanation. "Yes, I promise that,"<|quote|>she said at length, and Henry felt himself gratified by her complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like th... | decided to refrain from any explanation. "Yes, I promise that,"<|quote|>she said at length, and Henry felt himself gratified by her complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of t... | easy, anyhow," she stated. Obeying an impulse of genuine affection, Henry spoke. "Promise me, Katharine, that if I can ever help you, you will let me." She seemed to consider, looking once more into the red of the fire, and decided to refrain from any explanation. "Yes, I promise that,"<|quote|>she said at length, and ... | kind." Henry could not pretend that he was altogether ignorant of her meaning, though, certainly, he had never guessed that she minded the teasing. But before he knew what to say, her eyes were clear again, and the sudden crack in the surface was almost filled up. "Things aren t easy, anyhow," she stated. Obeying an im... | dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William," she added, as if by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughed, but restrained himself. "Do they know what coals are made of, Henry?" she asked, a moment later. "Mares tails, I believe," he hazarded. "Have you ever been down a coal-mine?" she went on. "... | "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 gently at him, she said, with ironic... | 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... | tone was not to her liking. Once more she paused, and then she inquired: "But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand," she reflected. "Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, the... | Night And Day |
"Well, here you are!" | William Rodney | burst open, without any knocking.<|quote|>"Well, here you are!"</|quote|>Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and | them, when the door was burst open, without any knocking.<|quote|>"Well, here you are!"</|quote|>Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and Henry turned round very quickly | her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them, when the door was burst open, without any knocking.<|quote|>"Well, here you are!"</|quote|>Rodne... | I can ever help you, you will let me." She seemed to consider, looking once more into the red of the fire, and decided to refrain from any explanation. "Yes, I promise that," she said at length, and Henry felt himself gratified by her complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to he... | probably never see each other again. When you re married" Tremendously to his surprise, he saw the tears stand in her eyes. "Why do you all tease me?" she said. "It isn t kind." Henry could not pretend that he was altogether ignorant of her meaning, though, certainly, he had never guessed that she minded the teasing. B... | 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?" 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 t... | 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 could be selected for Henry s inspection, and the... | 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?" 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: "But ... | Night And Day |
Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and Henry turned round very quickly and rather guiltily. Rodney was in evening dress. It was clear that his temper was ruffled. | No speaker | knocking. "Well, here you are!"<|quote|>Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and Henry turned round very quickly and rather guiltily. Rodney was in evening dress. It was clear that his temper was ruffled.</|quote|>"That s where you ve | was burst open, without any knocking. "Well, here you are!"<|quote|>Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and Henry turned round very quickly and rather guiltily. Rodney was in evening dress. It was clear that his temper was ruffled.</|quote|>"That s where you ve been all the time," he | coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them, when the door was burst open, without any knocking. "Well, here you are!"<|quote|>Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine... | you, you will let me." She seemed to consider, looking once more into the red of the fire, and decided to refrain from any explanation. "Yes, I promise that," she said at length, and Henry felt himself gratified by her complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts.... | other again. When you re married" Tremendously to his surprise, he saw the tears stand in her eyes. "Why do you all tease me?" she said. "It isn t kind." Henry could not pretend that he was altogether ignorant of her meaning, though, certainly, he had never guessed that she minded the teasing. But before he knew what t... | 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?" 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: "But ... | 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 sighed. Then... | 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. "I understand that you rule your life by the stars?" She let ... | Night And Day |
"That s where you ve been all the time," | William Rodney | that his temper was ruffled.<|quote|>"That s where you ve been all the time,"</|quote|>he repeated, looking at Katharine. | evening dress. It was clear that his temper was ruffled.<|quote|>"That s where you ve been all the time,"</|quote|>he repeated, looking at Katharine. "I ve only been here | something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them, when the door was burst open, without any knocking. "Well, here you are!" Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and Henry turned round very quickly and rather guiltily. Rodney was in evening dress. It was clear that his temper was ruffled.<|quote|>"That s where ... | I promise that," she said at length, and Henry felt himself gratified by her complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the e... | "It isn t kind." Henry could not pretend that he was altogether ignorant of her meaning, though, certainly, he had never guessed that she minded the teasing. But before he knew what to say, her eyes were clear again, and the sudden crack in the surface was almost filled up. "Things aren t easy, anyhow," she stated. Obe... | 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: "But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand," she reflected. "Now I must go... | 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 any rate they had a g... | 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 clearly understanding what he meant.... | Night And Day |
he repeated, looking at Katharine. | No speaker | ve been all the time,"<|quote|>he repeated, looking at Katharine.</|quote|>"I ve only been here | ruffled. "That s where you ve been all the time,"<|quote|>he repeated, looking at Katharine.</|quote|>"I ve only been here about ten minutes," she replied. | beneath them, when the door was burst open, without any knocking. "Well, here you are!" Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and Henry turned round very quickly and rather guiltily. Rodney was in evening dress. It was clear that his temper was ruffled. "That s where you ve been all the time,"<|quote|>he repeated, looking a... | felt himself gratified by her complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them, when the door was burst open... | he was altogether ignorant of her meaning, though, certainly, he had never guessed that she minded the teasing. But before he knew what to say, her eyes were clear again, and the sudden crack in the surface was almost filled up. "Things aren t easy, anyhow," she stated. Obeying an impulse of genuine affection, Henry sp... | 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: "But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand," she reflected. "Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s ha... | 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 ... | Katharine," he protested. "We shall probably never see each other again. When you re married" Tremendously to his surprise, he saw the tears stand in her eyes. "Why do you all tease me?" she said. "It isn t kind." Henry could not pretend that he was altogether ignorant of her meaning, though, certainly, he had never gu... | Night And Day |
"I ve only been here about ten minutes," | Katharine Hilbery | he repeated, looking at Katharine.<|quote|>"I ve only been here about ten minutes,"</|quote|>she replied. "My dear Katharine, | ve been all the time," he repeated, looking at Katharine.<|quote|>"I ve only been here about ten minutes,"</|quote|>she replied. "My dear Katharine, you left the drawing-room over | was burst open, without any knocking. "Well, here you are!" Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and Henry turned round very quickly and rather guiltily. Rodney was in evening dress. It was clear that his temper was ruffled. "That s where you ve been all the time," he repeated, looking at Katharine.<|quote|>"I ve only been... | complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them, when the door was burst open, without any knocking. "Well,... | her meaning, though, certainly, he had never guessed that she minded the teasing. But before he knew what to say, her eyes were clear again, and the sudden crack in the surface was almost filled up. "Things aren t easy, anyhow," she stated. Obeying an impulse of genuine affection, Henry spoke. "Promise me, Katharine, t... | not attend to it, or because the tone was not to her liking. Once more she paused, and then she inquired: "But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand," she reflected. "Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening." "What could be happ... | 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 sometimes found... | 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." "But I don t believe it," he said shortly. "No more do... | Night And Day |
she replied. | No speaker | been here about ten minutes,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"My dear Katharine, you left | at Katharine. "I ve only been here about ten minutes,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"My dear Katharine, you left the drawing-room over an hour | you are!" Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and Henry turned round very quickly and rather guiltily. Rodney was in evening dress. It was clear that his temper was ruffled. "That s where you ve been all the time," he repeated, looking at Katharine. "I ve only been here about ten minutes,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"M... | about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them, when the door was burst open, without any knocking. "Well, here you are!" Rodney exclaimed. Both Kathari... | that she minded the teasing. But before he knew what to say, her eyes were clear again, and the sudden crack in the surface was almost filled up. "Things aren t easy, anyhow," she stated. Obeying an impulse of genuine affection, Henry spoke. "Promise me, Katharine, that if I can ever help you, you will let me." She see... | was not to her liking. Once more she paused, and then she inquired: "But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand," she reflected. "Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, they may... | 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 between relations who have no other c... | understand? People like my mother understand," she reflected. "Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, they may want to settle something," she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the ground, resting her chin on her hands, and looking out of her... | Night And Day |
"My dear Katharine, you left the drawing-room over an hour ago." | William Rodney | about ten minutes," she replied.<|quote|>"My dear Katharine, you left the drawing-room over an hour ago."</|quote|>She said nothing. "Does it | "I ve only been here about ten minutes," she replied.<|quote|>"My dear Katharine, you left the drawing-room over an hour ago."</|quote|>She said nothing. "Does it very much matter?" Henry asked. | Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and Henry turned round very quickly and rather guiltily. Rodney was in evening dress. It was clear that his temper was ruffled. "That s where you ve been all the time," he repeated, looking at Katharine. "I ve only been here about ten minutes," she replied.<|quote|>"My dear Katharine, y... | coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them, when the door was burst open, without any knocking. "Well, here you are!" Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and Hen... | minded the teasing. But before he knew what to say, her eyes were clear again, and the sudden crack in the surface was almost filled up. "Things aren t easy, anyhow," she stated. Obeying an impulse of genuine affection, Henry spoke. "Promise me, Katharine, that if I can ever help you, you will let me." She seemed to co... | to her liking. Once more she paused, and then she inquired: "But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand," she reflected. "Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, they may want to... | 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 ... | of her meaning, though, certainly, he had never guessed that she minded the teasing. But before he knew what to say, her eyes were clear again, and the sudden crack in the surface was almost filled up. "Things aren t easy, anyhow," she stated. Obeying an impulse of genuine affection, Henry spoke. "Promise me, Katharine... | Night And Day |
She said nothing. | No speaker | drawing-room over an hour ago."<|quote|>She said nothing.</|quote|>"Does it very much matter?" | dear Katharine, you left the drawing-room over an hour ago."<|quote|>She said nothing.</|quote|>"Does it very much matter?" Henry asked. Rodney found it | rather guiltily. Rodney was in evening dress. It was clear that his temper was ruffled. "That s where you ve been all the time," he repeated, looking at Katharine. "I ve only been here about ten minutes," she replied. "My dear Katharine, you left the drawing-room over an hour ago."<|quote|>She said nothing.</|quote|>"D... | descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them, when the door was burst open, without any knocking. "Well, here you are!" Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and Henry turned round very quickly and rather guiltily. Rodney was in e... | eyes were clear again, and the sudden crack in the surface was almost filled up. "Things aren t easy, anyhow," she stated. Obeying an impulse of genuine affection, Henry spoke. "Promise me, Katharine, that if I can ever help you, you will let me." She seemed to consider, looking once more into the red of the fire, and ... | "But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand," she reflected. "Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, they may want to settle something," she replied vaguely, putting her feet on... | 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... | People like my mother understand," she reflected. "Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, they may want to settle something," she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the ground, resting her chin on her hands, and looking out of her large dark ... | Night And Day |
"Does it very much matter?" | Henry Otway | hour ago." She said nothing.<|quote|>"Does it very much matter?"</|quote|>Henry asked. Rodney found it | left the drawing-room over an hour ago." She said nothing.<|quote|>"Does it very much matter?"</|quote|>Henry asked. Rodney found it hard to be unreasonable in | was in evening dress. It was clear that his temper was ruffled. "That s where you ve been all the time," he repeated, looking at Katharine. "I ve only been here about ten minutes," she replied. "My dear Katharine, you left the drawing-room over an hour ago." She said nothing.<|quote|>"Does it very much matter?"</|quote... | in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them, when the door was burst open, without any knocking. "Well, here you are!" Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and Henry turned round very quickly and rather guiltily. Rodney was in evening dress. It was ... | again, and the sudden crack in the surface was almost filled up. "Things aren t easy, anyhow," she stated. Obeying an impulse of genuine affection, Henry spoke. "Promise me, Katharine, that if I can ever help you, you will let me." She seemed to consider, looking once more into the red of the fire, and decided to refra... | always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand," she reflected. "Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, they may want to settle something," she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the ground,... | 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 wedding?" said Henry,... | "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 gently at him, she said, with ironic... | Night And Day |
Henry asked. Rodney found it hard to be unreasonable in the presence of another man, and did not answer him. | No speaker | "Does it very much matter?"<|quote|>Henry asked. Rodney found it hard to be unreasonable in the presence of another man, and did not answer him.</|quote|>"They don t like it," | hour ago." She said nothing. "Does it very much matter?"<|quote|>Henry asked. Rodney found it hard to be unreasonable in the presence of another man, and did not answer him.</|quote|>"They don t like it," he said. "It isn t | was clear that his temper was ruffled. "That s where you ve been all the time," he repeated, looking at Katharine. "I ve only been here about ten minutes," she replied. "My dear Katharine, you left the drawing-room over an hour ago." She said nothing. "Does it very much matter?"<|quote|>Henry asked. Rodney found it har... | could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them, when the door was burst open, without any knocking. "Well, here you are!" Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and Henry turned round very quickly and rather guiltily. Rodney was in evening dress. It was clear that his temper... | in the surface was almost filled up. "Things aren t easy, anyhow," she stated. Obeying an impulse of genuine affection, Henry spoke. "Promise me, Katharine, that if I can ever help you, you will let me." She seemed to consider, looking once more into the red of the fire, and decided to refrain from any explanation. "Ye... | everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand," she reflected. "Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, they may want to settle something," she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the ground, resting her chin on her hand... | 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... | "Why do you all tease me?" she said. "It isn t kind." Henry could not pretend that he was altogether ignorant of her meaning, though, certainly, he had never guessed that she minded the teasing. But before he knew what to say, her eyes were clear again, and the sudden crack in the surface was almost filled up. "Things ... | Night And Day |
"They don t like it," | William Rodney | and did not answer him.<|quote|>"They don t like it,"</|quote|>he said. "It isn t | the presence of another man, and did not answer him.<|quote|>"They don t like it,"</|quote|>he said. "It isn t kind to old people to | Katharine. "I ve only been here about ten minutes," she replied. "My dear Katharine, you left the drawing-room over an hour ago." She said nothing. "Does it very much matter?" Henry asked. Rodney found it hard to be unreasonable in the presence of another man, and did not answer him.<|quote|>"They don t like it,"</|quo... | door was burst open, without any knocking. "Well, here you are!" Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and Henry turned round very quickly and rather guiltily. Rodney was in evening dress. It was clear that his temper was ruffled. "That s where you ve been all the time," he repeated, looking at Katharine. "I ve only been he... | Henry spoke. "Promise me, Katharine, that if I can ever help you, you will let me." She seemed to consider, looking once more into the red of the fire, and decided to refrain from any explanation. "Yes, I promise that," she said at length, and Henry felt himself gratified by her complete sincerity, and began to tell he... | suppose, and see what s happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, they may want to settle something," she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the ground, resting her chin on her hands, and looking out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William," she added, as if by... | 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 house, I su... | clear again, and the sudden crack in the surface was almost filled up. "Things aren t easy, anyhow," she stated. Obeying an impulse of genuine affection, Henry spoke. "Promise me, Katharine, that if I can ever help you, you will let me." She seemed to consider, looking once more into the red of the fire, and decided to... | Night And Day |
he said. | No speaker | "They don t like it,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"It isn t kind to | and did not answer him. "They don t like it,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"It isn t kind to old people to leave them | here about ten minutes," she replied. "My dear Katharine, you left the drawing-room over an hour ago." She said nothing. "Does it very much matter?" Henry asked. Rodney found it hard to be unreasonable in the presence of another man, and did not answer him. "They don t like it,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"It isn t kind... | any knocking. "Well, here you are!" Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and Henry turned round very quickly and rather guiltily. Rodney was in evening dress. It was clear that his temper was ruffled. "That s where you ve been all the time," he repeated, looking at Katharine. "I ve only been here about ten minutes," she re... | that if I can ever help you, you will let me." She seemed to consider, looking once more into the red of the fire, and decided to refrain from any explanation. "Yes, I promise that," she said at length, and Henry felt himself gratified by her complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedien... | happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, they may want to settle something," she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the ground, resting her chin on her hands, and looking out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William," she added, as if by an afterthought. Henry ... | 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 ... | believe," he hazarded. "Have you ever been down a coal-mine?" she went on. "Don t let s talk about coal-mines, Katharine," he protested. "We shall probably never see each other again. When you re married" Tremendously to his surprise, he saw the tears stand in her eyes. "Why do you all tease me?" she said. "It isn t ki... | Night And Day |
"It isn t kind to old people to leave them alone although I ve no doubt it s much more amusing to sit up here and talk to Henry." | William Rodney | t like it," he said.<|quote|>"It isn t kind to old people to leave them alone although I ve no doubt it s much more amusing to sit up here and talk to Henry."</|quote|>"We were discussing coal-mines," said | not answer him. "They don t like it," he said.<|quote|>"It isn t kind to old people to leave them alone although I ve no doubt it s much more amusing to sit up here and talk to Henry."</|quote|>"We were discussing coal-mines," said Henry urbanely. "Yes. But we | ten minutes," she replied. "My dear Katharine, you left the drawing-room over an hour ago." She said nothing. "Does it very much matter?" Henry asked. Rodney found it hard to be unreasonable in the presence of another man, and did not answer him. "They don t like it," he said.<|quote|>"It isn t kind to old people to le... | "Well, here you are!" Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and Henry turned round very quickly and rather guiltily. Rodney was in evening dress. It was clear that his temper was ruffled. "That s where you ve been all the time," he repeated, looking at Katharine. "I ve only been here about ten minutes," she replied. "My dea... | I can ever help you, you will let me." She seemed to consider, looking once more into the red of the fire, and decided to refrain from any explanation. "Yes, I promise that," she said at length, and Henry felt himself gratified by her complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to he... | could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, they may want to settle something," she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the ground, resting her chin on her hands, and looking out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William," she added, as if by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughe... | 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 Chelsea." "It s ... | see each other again. When you re married" Tremendously to his surprise, he saw the tears stand in her eyes. "Why do you all tease me?" she said. "It isn t kind." Henry could not pretend that he was altogether ignorant of her meaning, though, certainly, he had never guessed that she minded the teasing. But before he kn... | Night And Day |
"We were discussing coal-mines," | Henry Otway | here and talk to Henry."<|quote|>"We were discussing coal-mines,"</|quote|>said Henry urbanely. "Yes. But | more amusing to sit up here and talk to Henry."<|quote|>"We were discussing coal-mines,"</|quote|>said Henry urbanely. "Yes. But we were talking about much | to be unreasonable in the presence of another man, and did not answer him. "They don t like it," he said. "It isn t kind to old people to leave them alone although I ve no doubt it s much more amusing to sit up here and talk to Henry."<|quote|>"We were discussing coal-mines,"</|quote|>said Henry urbanely. "Yes. But we ... | ruffled. "That s where you ve been all the time," he repeated, looking at Katharine. "I ve only been here about ten minutes," she replied. "My dear Katharine, you left the drawing-room over an hour ago." She said nothing. "Does it very much matter?" Henry asked. Rodney found it hard to be unreasonable in the presence o... | "Yes, I promise that," she said at length, and Henry felt himself gratified by her complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in... | out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William," she added, as if by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughed, but restrained himself. "Do they know what coals are made of, Henry?" she asked, a moment later. "Mares tails, I believe," he hazarded. "Have you ever been down a coal-mine... | 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 grate, and in front of her, p... | the red of the fire, and decided to refrain from any explanation. "Yes, I promise that," she said at length, and Henry felt himself gratified by her complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could he... | Night And Day |
said Henry urbanely. | No speaker | Henry." "We were discussing coal-mines,"<|quote|>said Henry urbanely.</|quote|>"Yes. But we were talking | up here and talk to Henry." "We were discussing coal-mines,"<|quote|>said Henry urbanely.</|quote|>"Yes. But we were talking about much more interesting things | the presence of another man, and did not answer him. "They don t like it," he said. "It isn t kind to old people to leave them alone although I ve no doubt it s much more amusing to sit up here and talk to Henry." "We were discussing coal-mines,"<|quote|>said Henry urbanely.</|quote|>"Yes. But we were talking about muc... | you ve been all the time," he repeated, looking at Katharine. "I ve only been here about ten minutes," she replied. "My dear Katharine, you left the drawing-room over an hour ago." She said nothing. "Does it very much matter?" Henry asked. Rodney found it hard to be unreasonable in the presence of another man, and did ... | she said at length, and Henry felt himself gratified by her complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them... | dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William," she added, as if by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughed, but restrained himself. "Do they know what coals are made of, Henry?" she asked, a moment later. "Mares tails, I believe," he hazarded. "Have you ever been down a coal-mine?" she went on. "... | "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 ... | 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: "But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand," she reflected. "Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see ... | Night And Day |
"Yes. But we were talking about much more interesting things before that," | Katharine Hilbery | discussing coal-mines," said Henry urbanely.<|quote|>"Yes. But we were talking about much more interesting things before that,"</|quote|>said Katharine. From the apparent | talk to Henry." "We were discussing coal-mines," said Henry urbanely.<|quote|>"Yes. But we were talking about much more interesting things before that,"</|quote|>said Katharine. From the apparent determination to hurt him with | another man, and did not answer him. "They don t like it," he said. "It isn t kind to old people to leave them alone although I ve no doubt it s much more amusing to sit up here and talk to Henry." "We were discussing coal-mines," said Henry urbanely.<|quote|>"Yes. But we were talking about much more interesting things... | all the time," he repeated, looking at Katharine. "I ve only been here about ten minutes," she replied. "My dear Katharine, you left the drawing-room over an hour ago." She said nothing. "Does it very much matter?" Henry asked. Rodney found it hard to be unreasonable in the presence of another man, and did not answer h... | length, and Henry felt himself gratified by her complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them, when the d... | at the fire. "And then there s William," she added, as if by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughed, but restrained himself. "Do they know what coals are made of, Henry?" she asked, a moment later. "Mares tails, I believe," he hazarded. "Have you ever been down a coal-mine?" she went on. "Don t let s talk about coa... | 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 held a newspap... | "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: "But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand," she re... | Night And Day |
said Katharine. From the apparent determination to hurt him with which she spoke, Henry thought that some sort of explosion on Rodney s part was about to take place. | No speaker | more interesting things before that,"<|quote|>said Katharine. From the apparent determination to hurt him with which she spoke, Henry thought that some sort of explosion on Rodney s part was about to take place.</|quote|>"I can quite understand that," | we were talking about much more interesting things before that,"<|quote|>said Katharine. From the apparent determination to hurt him with which she spoke, Henry thought that some sort of explosion on Rodney s part was about to take place.</|quote|>"I can quite understand that," said Rodney, with his little | he said. "It isn t kind to old people to leave them alone although I ve no doubt it s much more amusing to sit up here and talk to Henry." "We were discussing coal-mines," said Henry urbanely. "Yes. But we were talking about much more interesting things before that,"<|quote|>said Katharine. From the apparent determinat... | here about ten minutes," she replied. "My dear Katharine, you left the drawing-room over an hour ago." She said nothing. "Does it very much matter?" Henry asked. Rodney found it hard to be unreasonable in the presence of another man, and did not answer him. "They don t like it," he said. "It isn t kind to old people to... | to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them, when the door was burst open, without any knocking. "Well, here you are!" Rodney exclaim... | by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughed, but restrained himself. "Do they know what coals are made of, Henry?" she asked, a moment later. "Mares tails, I believe," he hazarded. "Have you ever been down a coal-mine?" she went on. "Don t let s talk about coal-mines, Katharine," he protested. "We shall probably neve... | 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. Observi... | by her complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them, when the door was burst open, without any knocking.... | Night And Day |
"I can quite understand that," | William Rodney | was about to take place.<|quote|>"I can quite understand that,"</|quote|>said Rodney, with his little | explosion on Rodney s part was about to take place.<|quote|>"I can quite understand that,"</|quote|>said Rodney, with his little chuckle, leaning over the back | to Henry." "We were discussing coal-mines," said Henry urbanely. "Yes. But we were talking about much more interesting things before that," said Katharine. From the apparent determination to hurt him with which she spoke, Henry thought that some sort of explosion on Rodney s part was about to take place.<|quote|>"I can... | it hard to be unreasonable in the presence of another man, and did not answer him. "They don t like it," he said. "It isn t kind to old people to leave them alone although I ve no doubt it s much more amusing to sit up here and talk to Henry." "We were discussing coal-mines," said Henry urbanely. "Yes. But we were talk... | of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them, when the door was burst open, without any knocking. "Well, here you are!" Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and Henry turned round very quickly and rather guiltily. Rodney was in evening dress. It was clear that his temper was ruffled. "That s... | hazarded. "Have you ever been down a coal-mine?" she went on. "Don t let s talk about coal-mines, Katharine," he protested. "We shall probably never see each other again. When you re married" Tremendously to his surprise, he saw the tears stand in her eyes. "Why do you all tease me?" she said. "It isn t kind." Henry co... | 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 quite silent f... | her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them, when the door was burst open, without any knocking. "Well, here you are!" Rodney exclaimed. Both... | Night And Day |
said Rodney, with his little chuckle, leaning over the back of his chair and tapping the woodwork lightly with his fingers. They were all silent, and the silence was acutely uncomfortable to Henry, at least. | No speaker | "I can quite understand that,"<|quote|>said Rodney, with his little chuckle, leaning over the back of his chair and tapping the woodwork lightly with his fingers. They were all silent, and the silence was acutely uncomfortable to Henry, at least.</|quote|>"Was it very dull, William?" | was about to take place. "I can quite understand that,"<|quote|>said Rodney, with his little chuckle, leaning over the back of his chair and tapping the woodwork lightly with his fingers. They were all silent, and the silence was acutely uncomfortable to Henry, at least.</|quote|>"Was it very dull, William?" Katharine ... | coal-mines," said Henry urbanely. "Yes. But we were talking about much more interesting things before that," said Katharine. From the apparent determination to hurt him with which she spoke, Henry thought that some sort of explosion on Rodney s part was about to take place. "I can quite understand that,"<|quote|>said R... | in the presence of another man, and did not answer him. "They don t like it," he said. "It isn t kind to old people to leave them alone although I ve no doubt it s much more amusing to sit up here and talk to Henry." "We were discussing coal-mines," said Henry urbanely. "Yes. But we were talking about much more interes... | the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them, when the door was burst open, without any knocking. "Well, here you are!" Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and Henry turned round very quickly and rather guiltily. Rodney was in evening dress. It was clear that his temper was ruffled. "That s where you ve been all the tim... | down a coal-mine?" she went on. "Don t let s talk about coal-mines, Katharine," he protested. "We shall probably never see each other again. When you re married" Tremendously to his surprise, he saw the tears stand in her eyes. "Why do you all tease me?" she said. "It isn t kind." Henry could not pretend that he was al... | 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 quite silent for over a minute. "Wh... | and see what s happening." "What could be happening?" Henry protested. "Oh, they may want to settle something," she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the ground, resting her chin on her hands, and looking out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William," she added, as if by an after... | Night And Day |
"Was it very dull, William?" | Katharine Hilbery | uncomfortable to Henry, at least.<|quote|>"Was it very dull, William?"</|quote|>Katharine suddenly asked, with a | and the silence was acutely uncomfortable to Henry, at least.<|quote|>"Was it very dull, William?"</|quote|>Katharine suddenly asked, with a complete change of tone and | explosion on Rodney s part was about to take place. "I can quite understand that," said Rodney, with his little chuckle, leaning over the back of his chair and tapping the woodwork lightly with his fingers. They were all silent, and the silence was acutely uncomfortable to Henry, at least.<|quote|>"Was it very dull, Wi... | s much more amusing to sit up here and talk to Henry." "We were discussing coal-mines," said Henry urbanely. "Yes. But we were talking about much more interesting things before that," said Katharine. From the apparent determination to hurt him with which she spoke, Henry thought that some sort of explosion on Rodney s ... | Rodney was in evening dress. It was clear that his temper was ruffled. "That s where you ve been all the time," he repeated, looking at Katharine. "I ve only been here about ten minutes," she replied. "My dear Katharine, you left the drawing-room over an hour ago." She said nothing. "Does it very much matter?" Henry as... | tears stand in her eyes. "Why do you all tease me?" she said. "It isn t kind." Henry could not pretend that he was altogether ignorant of her meaning, though, certainly, he had never guessed that she minded the teasing. But before he knew what to say, her eyes were clear again, and the sudden crack in the surface was a... | 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... | sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them, when the door was burst open, without any knocking. "Well, here you... | Night And Day |
Katharine suddenly asked, with a complete change of tone and a little gesture of her hand. | No speaker | "Was it very dull, William?"<|quote|>Katharine suddenly asked, with a complete change of tone and a little gesture of her hand.</|quote|>"Of course it was dull," | uncomfortable to Henry, at least. "Was it very dull, William?"<|quote|>Katharine suddenly asked, with a complete change of tone and a little gesture of her hand.</|quote|>"Of course it was dull," William said sulkily. "Well, you | was about to take place. "I can quite understand that," said Rodney, with his little chuckle, leaning over the back of his chair and tapping the woodwork lightly with his fingers. They were all silent, and the silence was acutely uncomfortable to Henry, at least. "Was it very dull, William?"<|quote|>Katharine suddenly ... | sit up here and talk to Henry." "We were discussing coal-mines," said Henry urbanely. "Yes. But we were talking about much more interesting things before that," said Katharine. From the apparent determination to hurt him with which she spoke, Henry thought that some sort of explosion on Rodney s part was about to take ... | It was clear that his temper was ruffled. "That s where you ve been all the time," he repeated, looking at Katharine. "I ve only been here about ten minutes," she replied. "My dear Katharine, you left the drawing-room over an hour ago." She said nothing. "Does it very much matter?" Henry asked. Rodney found it hard to ... | "Why do you all tease me?" she said. "It isn t kind." Henry could not pretend that he was altogether ignorant of her meaning, though, certainly, he had never guessed that she minded the teasing. But before he knew what to say, her eyes were clear again, and the sudden crack in the surface was almost filled up. "Things ... | 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 explan... | because she did not attend to it, or because the tone was not to her liking. Once more she paused, and then she inquired: "But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People like my mother understand," she reflected. "Now I must go down to them, I suppose, and see what s happening." "Wh... | Night And Day |
"Of course it was dull," | William Rodney | little gesture of her hand.<|quote|>"Of course it was dull,"</|quote|>William said sulkily. "Well, you | change of tone and a little gesture of her hand.<|quote|>"Of course it was dull,"</|quote|>William said sulkily. "Well, you stay and talk to Henry, | leaning over the back of his chair and tapping the woodwork lightly with his fingers. They were all silent, and the silence was acutely uncomfortable to Henry, at least. "Was it very dull, William?" Katharine suddenly asked, with a complete change of tone and a little gesture of her hand.<|quote|>"Of course it was dull... | we were talking about much more interesting things before that," said Katharine. From the apparent determination to hurt him with which she spoke, Henry thought that some sort of explosion on Rodney s part was about to take place. "I can quite understand that," said Rodney, with his little chuckle, leaning over the bac... | time," he repeated, looking at Katharine. "I ve only been here about ten minutes," she replied. "My dear Katharine, you left the drawing-room over an hour ago." She said nothing. "Does it very much matter?" Henry asked. Rodney found it hard to be unreasonable in the presence of another man, and did not answer him. "The... | that he was altogether ignorant of her meaning, though, certainly, he had never guessed that she minded the teasing. But before he knew what to say, her eyes were clear again, and the sudden crack in the surface was almost filled up. "Things aren t easy, anyhow," she stated. Obeying an impulse of genuine affection, Hen... | 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 is an e... | aren t easy, anyhow," she stated. Obeying an impulse of genuine affection, Henry spoke. "Promise me, Katharine, that if I can ever help you, you will let me." She seemed to consider, looking once more into the red of the fire, and decided to refrain from any explanation. "Yes, I promise that," she said at length, and H... | Night And Day |
William said sulkily. | No speaker | "Of course it was dull,"<|quote|>William said sulkily.</|quote|>"Well, you stay and talk | little gesture of her hand. "Of course it was dull,"<|quote|>William said sulkily.</|quote|>"Well, you stay and talk to Henry, and I ll | his chair and tapping the woodwork lightly with his fingers. They were all silent, and the silence was acutely uncomfortable to Henry, at least. "Was it very dull, William?" Katharine suddenly asked, with a complete change of tone and a little gesture of her hand. "Of course it was dull,"<|quote|>William said sulkily.<... | more interesting things before that," said Katharine. From the apparent determination to hurt him with which she spoke, Henry thought that some sort of explosion on Rodney s part was about to take place. "I can quite understand that," said Rodney, with his little chuckle, leaning over the back of his chair and tapping ... | Katharine. "I ve only been here about ten minutes," she replied. "My dear Katharine, you left the drawing-room over an hour ago." She said nothing. "Does it very much matter?" Henry asked. Rodney found it hard to be unreasonable in the presence of another man, and did not answer him. "They don t like it," he said. "It ... | of her meaning, though, certainly, he had never guessed that she minded the teasing. But before he knew what to say, her eyes were clear again, and the sudden crack in the surface was almost filled up. "Things aren t easy, anyhow," she stated. Obeying an impulse of genuine affection, Henry spoke. "Promise me, Katharine... | 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 rather hu... | isn t kind." Henry could not pretend that he was altogether ignorant of her meaning, though, certainly, he had never guessed that she minded the teasing. But before he knew what to say, her eyes were clear again, and the sudden crack in the surface was almost filled up. "Things aren t easy, anyhow," she stated. Obeying... | Night And Day |
"Well, you stay and talk to Henry, and I ll go down," | Katharine Hilbery | was dull," William said sulkily.<|quote|>"Well, you stay and talk to Henry, and I ll go down,"</|quote|>she replied. She rose as | her hand. "Of course it was dull," William said sulkily.<|quote|>"Well, you stay and talk to Henry, and I ll go down,"</|quote|>she replied. She rose as she spoke, and as she | tapping the woodwork lightly with his fingers. They were all silent, and the silence was acutely uncomfortable to Henry, at least. "Was it very dull, William?" Katharine suddenly asked, with a complete change of tone and a little gesture of her hand. "Of course it was dull," William said sulkily.<|quote|>"Well, you sta... | before that," said Katharine. From the apparent determination to hurt him with which she spoke, Henry thought that some sort of explosion on Rodney s part was about to take place. "I can quite understand that," said Rodney, with his little chuckle, leaning over the back of his chair and tapping the woodwork lightly wit... | only been here about ten minutes," she replied. "My dear Katharine, you left the drawing-room over an hour ago." She said nothing. "Does it very much matter?" Henry asked. Rodney found it hard to be unreasonable in the presence of another man, and did not answer him. "They don t like it," he said. "It isn t kind to old... | though, certainly, he had never guessed that she minded the teasing. But before he knew what to say, her eyes were clear again, and the sudden crack in the surface was almost filled up. "Things aren t easy, anyhow," she stated. Obeying an impulse of genuine affection, Henry spoke. "Promise me, Katharine, that if I can ... | 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... | they may want to settle something," she replied vaguely, putting her feet on the ground, resting her chin on her hands, and looking out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William," she added, as if by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughed, but restrained himself. "Do they know wh... | Night And Day |
she replied. She rose as she spoke, and as she turned to leave the room, she laid her hand, with a curiously caressing gesture, upon Rodney s shoulder. Instantly Rodney clasped her hand in his, with such an impulse of emotion that Henry was annoyed, and rather ostentatiously opened a book. | No speaker | and I ll go down,"<|quote|>she replied. She rose as she spoke, and as she turned to leave the room, she laid her hand, with a curiously caressing gesture, upon Rodney s shoulder. Instantly Rodney clasped her hand in his, with such an impulse of emotion that Henry was annoyed, and rather ostentatiously opened a book.</|... | stay and talk to Henry, and I ll go down,"<|quote|>she replied. She rose as she spoke, and as she turned to leave the room, she laid her hand, with a curiously caressing gesture, upon Rodney s shoulder. Instantly Rodney clasped her hand in his, with such an impulse of emotion that Henry was annoyed, and rather ostentat... | the silence was acutely uncomfortable to Henry, at least. "Was it very dull, William?" Katharine suddenly asked, with a complete change of tone and a little gesture of her hand. "Of course it was dull," William said sulkily. "Well, you stay and talk to Henry, and I ll go down,"<|quote|>she replied. She rose as she spok... | which she spoke, Henry thought that some sort of explosion on Rodney s part was about to take place. "I can quite understand that," said Rodney, with his little chuckle, leaning over the back of his chair and tapping the woodwork lightly with his fingers. They were all silent, and the silence was acutely uncomfortable ... | left the drawing-room over an hour ago." She said nothing. "Does it very much matter?" Henry asked. Rodney found it hard to be unreasonable in the presence of another man, and did not answer him. "They don t like it," he said. "It isn t kind to old people to leave them alone although I ve no doubt it s much more amusin... | before he knew what to say, her eyes were clear again, and the sudden crack in the surface was almost filled up. "Things aren t easy, anyhow," she stated. Obeying an impulse of genuine affection, Henry spoke. "Promise me, Katharine, that if I can ever help you, you will let me." She seemed to consider, looking once mor... | 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. "What? No explanation of... | had never guessed that she minded the teasing. But before he knew what to say, her eyes were clear again, and the sudden crack in the surface was almost filled up. "Things aren t easy, anyhow," she stated. Obeying an impulse of genuine affection, Henry spoke. "Promise me, Katharine, that if I can ever help you, you wil... | Night And Day |
"I shall come down with you," | William Rodney | rather ostentatiously opened a book.<|quote|>"I shall come down with you,"</|quote|>said William, as she drew | that Henry was annoyed, and rather ostentatiously opened a book.<|quote|>"I shall come down with you,"</|quote|>said William, as she drew back her hand, and made | replied. She rose as she spoke, and as she turned to leave the room, she laid her hand, with a curiously caressing gesture, upon Rodney s shoulder. Instantly Rodney clasped her hand in his, with such an impulse of emotion that Henry was annoyed, and rather ostentatiously opened a book.<|quote|>"I shall come down with y... | silence was acutely uncomfortable to Henry, at least. "Was it very dull, William?" Katharine suddenly asked, with a complete change of tone and a little gesture of her hand. "Of course it was dull," William said sulkily. "Well, you stay and talk to Henry, and I ll go down," she replied. She rose as she spoke, and as sh... | them alone although I ve no doubt it s much more amusing to sit up here and talk to Henry." "We were discussing coal-mines," said Henry urbanely. "Yes. But we were talking about much more interesting things before that," said Katharine. From the apparent determination to hurt him with which she spoke, Henry thought tha... | She seemed to consider, looking once more into the red of the fire, and decided to refrain from any explanation. "Yes, I promise that," she said at length, and Henry felt himself gratified by her complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, des... | 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, expressing what ... | her feet on the ground, resting her chin on her hands, and looking out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William," she added, as if by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughed, but restrained himself. "Do they know what coals are made of, Henry?" she asked, a moment later. "Mares t... | Night And Day |
said William, as she drew back her hand, and made as if to pass him. | No speaker | shall come down with you,"<|quote|>said William, as she drew back her hand, and made as if to pass him.</|quote|>"Oh no," she said hastily. | ostentatiously opened a book. "I shall come down with you,"<|quote|>said William, as she drew back her hand, and made as if to pass him.</|quote|>"Oh no," she said hastily. "You stay here and talk | and as she turned to leave the room, she laid her hand, with a curiously caressing gesture, upon Rodney s shoulder. Instantly Rodney clasped her hand in his, with such an impulse of emotion that Henry was annoyed, and rather ostentatiously opened a book. "I shall come down with you,"<|quote|>said William, as she drew b... | at least. "Was it very dull, William?" Katharine suddenly asked, with a complete change of tone and a little gesture of her hand. "Of course it was dull," William said sulkily. "Well, you stay and talk to Henry, and I ll go down," she replied. She rose as she spoke, and as she turned to leave the room, she laid her han... | doubt it s much more amusing to sit up here and talk to Henry." "We were discussing coal-mines," said Henry urbanely. "Yes. But we were talking about much more interesting things before that," said Katharine. From the apparent determination to hurt him with which she spoke, Henry thought that some sort of explosion on ... | more into the red of the fire, and decided to refrain from any explanation. "Yes, I promise that," she said at length, and Henry felt himself gratified by her complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, an... | 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... | looking out of her large dark eyes contemplatively at the fire. "And then there s William," she added, as if by an afterthought. Henry very nearly laughed, but restrained himself. "Do they know what coals are made of, Henry?" she asked, a moment later. "Mares tails, I believe," he hazarded. "Have you ever been down a c... | Night And Day |
"Oh no," | Katharine Hilbery | as if to pass him.<|quote|>"Oh no,"</|quote|>she said hastily. "You stay | back her hand, and made as if to pass him.<|quote|>"Oh no,"</|quote|>she said hastily. "You stay here and talk to Henry." | caressing gesture, upon Rodney s shoulder. Instantly Rodney clasped her hand in his, with such an impulse of emotion that Henry was annoyed, and rather ostentatiously opened a book. "I shall come down with you," said William, as she drew back her hand, and made as if to pass him.<|quote|>"Oh no,"</|quote|>she said hast... | tone and a little gesture of her hand. "Of course it was dull," William said sulkily. "Well, you stay and talk to Henry, and I ll go down," she replied. She rose as she spoke, and as she turned to leave the room, she laid her hand, with a curiously caressing gesture, upon Rodney s shoulder. Instantly Rodney clasped her... | were discussing coal-mines," said Henry urbanely. "Yes. But we were talking about much more interesting things before that," said Katharine. From the apparent determination to hurt him with which she spoke, Henry thought that some sort of explosion on Rodney s part was about to take place. "I can quite understand that,... | I promise that," she said at length, and Henry felt himself gratified by her complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the e... | 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 gently at him, ... | t kind." Henry could not pretend that he was altogether ignorant of her meaning, though, certainly, he had never guessed that she minded the teasing. But before he knew what to say, her eyes were clear again, and the sudden crack in the surface was almost filled up. "Things aren t easy, anyhow," she stated. Obeying an ... | Night And Day |
she said hastily. | No speaker | to pass him. "Oh no,"<|quote|>she said hastily.</|quote|>"You stay here and talk | hand, and made as if to pass him. "Oh no,"<|quote|>she said hastily.</|quote|>"You stay here and talk to Henry." "Yes, do," said | upon Rodney s shoulder. Instantly Rodney clasped her hand in his, with such an impulse of emotion that Henry was annoyed, and rather ostentatiously opened a book. "I shall come down with you," said William, as she drew back her hand, and made as if to pass him. "Oh no,"<|quote|>she said hastily.</|quote|>"You stay here... | a little gesture of her hand. "Of course it was dull," William said sulkily. "Well, you stay and talk to Henry, and I ll go down," she replied. She rose as she spoke, and as she turned to leave the room, she laid her hand, with a curiously caressing gesture, upon Rodney s shoulder. Instantly Rodney clasped her hand in ... | coal-mines," said Henry urbanely. "Yes. But we were talking about much more interesting things before that," said Katharine. From the apparent determination to hurt him with which she spoke, Henry thought that some sort of explosion on Rodney s part was about to take place. "I can quite understand that," said Rodney, w... | that," she said at length, and Henry felt himself gratified by her complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth benea... | 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 gently at him, she said, with i... | she said at length, and Henry felt himself gratified by her complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them... | Night And Day |
"You stay here and talk to Henry." | Katharine Hilbery | "Oh no," she said hastily.<|quote|>"You stay here and talk to Henry."</|quote|>"Yes, do," said Henry, shutting | as if to pass him. "Oh no," she said hastily.<|quote|>"You stay here and talk to Henry."</|quote|>"Yes, do," said Henry, shutting up his book again. His | shoulder. Instantly Rodney clasped her hand in his, with such an impulse of emotion that Henry was annoyed, and rather ostentatiously opened a book. "I shall come down with you," said William, as she drew back her hand, and made as if to pass him. "Oh no," she said hastily.<|quote|>"You stay here and talk to Henry."</|... | of her hand. "Of course it was dull," William said sulkily. "Well, you stay and talk to Henry, and I ll go down," she replied. She rose as she spoke, and as she turned to leave the room, she laid her hand, with a curiously caressing gesture, upon Rodney s shoulder. Instantly Rodney clasped her hand in his, with such an... | urbanely. "Yes. But we were talking about much more interesting things before that," said Katharine. From the apparent determination to hurt him with which she spoke, Henry thought that some sort of explosion on Rodney s part was about to take place. "I can quite understand that," said Rodney, with his little chuckle, ... | at length, and Henry felt himself gratified by her complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them, when th... | 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 gently at him, she said, with ironical composure: "W... | her complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them, when the door was burst open, without any knocking. "W... | Night And Day |
"Yes, do," | Henry Otway | here and talk to Henry."<|quote|>"Yes, do,"</|quote|>said Henry, shutting up his | she said hastily. "You stay here and talk to Henry."<|quote|>"Yes, do,"</|quote|>said Henry, shutting up his book again. His invitation was | his, with such an impulse of emotion that Henry was annoyed, and rather ostentatiously opened a book. "I shall come down with you," said William, as she drew back her hand, and made as if to pass him. "Oh no," she said hastily. "You stay here and talk to Henry."<|quote|>"Yes, do,"</|quote|>said Henry, shutting up his b... | dull," William said sulkily. "Well, you stay and talk to Henry, and I ll go down," she replied. She rose as she spoke, and as she turned to leave the room, she laid her hand, with a curiously caressing gesture, upon Rodney s shoulder. Instantly Rodney clasped her hand in his, with such an impulse of emotion that Henry ... | much more interesting things before that," said Katharine. From the apparent determination to hurt him with which she spoke, Henry thought that some sort of explosion on Rodney s part was about to take place. "I can quite understand that," said Rodney, with his little chuckle, leaning over the back of his chair and tap... | by her complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them, when the door was burst open, without any knocking.... | 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, if you believe that your life must ... | clear that his temper was ruffled. "That s where you ve been all the time," he repeated, looking at Katharine. "I ve only been here about ten minutes," she replied. "My dear Katharine, you left the drawing-room over an hour ago." She said nothing. "Does it very much matter?" Henry asked. Rodney found it hard to be unre... | Night And Day |
said Henry, shutting up his book again. His invitation was polite, without being precisely cordial. Rodney evidently hesitated as to the course he should pursue, but seeing Katharine at the door, he exclaimed: | No speaker | talk to Henry." "Yes, do,"<|quote|>said Henry, shutting up his book again. His invitation was polite, without being precisely cordial. Rodney evidently hesitated as to the course he should pursue, but seeing Katharine at the door, he exclaimed:</|quote|>"No. I want to come | hastily. "You stay here and talk to Henry." "Yes, do,"<|quote|>said Henry, shutting up his book again. His invitation was polite, without being precisely cordial. Rodney evidently hesitated as to the course he should pursue, but seeing Katharine at the door, he exclaimed:</|quote|>"No. I want to come with you." She loo... | such an impulse of emotion that Henry was annoyed, and rather ostentatiously opened a book. "I shall come down with you," said William, as she drew back her hand, and made as if to pass him. "Oh no," she said hastily. "You stay here and talk to Henry." "Yes, do,"<|quote|>said Henry, shutting up his book again. His invi... | said sulkily. "Well, you stay and talk to Henry, and I ll go down," she replied. She rose as she spoke, and as she turned to leave the room, she laid her hand, with a curiously caressing gesture, upon Rodney s shoulder. Instantly Rodney clasped her hand in his, with such an impulse of emotion that Henry was annoyed, an... | interesting things before that," said Katharine. From the apparent determination to hurt him with which she spoke, Henry thought that some sort of explosion on Rodney s part was about to take place. "I can quite understand that," said Rodney, with his little chuckle, leaning over the back of his chair and tapping the w... | complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them, when the door was burst open, without any knocking. "Well,... | 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, if you believe that your life must be simple, Hen... | was burst open, without any knocking. "Well, here you are!" Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and Henry turned round very quickly and rather guiltily. Rodney was in evening dress. It was clear that his temper was ruffled. "That s where you ve been all the time," he repeated, looking at Katharine. "I ve only been here ab... | Night And Day |
"No. I want to come with you." | William Rodney | at the door, he exclaimed:<|quote|>"No. I want to come with you."</|quote|>She looked back, and said | should pursue, but seeing Katharine at the door, he exclaimed:<|quote|>"No. I want to come with you."</|quote|>She looked back, and said in a very commanding tone, | to pass him. "Oh no," she said hastily. "You stay here and talk to Henry." "Yes, do," said Henry, shutting up his book again. His invitation was polite, without being precisely cordial. Rodney evidently hesitated as to the course he should pursue, but seeing Katharine at the door, he exclaimed:<|quote|>"No. I want to c... | with a curiously caressing gesture, upon Rodney s shoulder. Instantly Rodney clasped her hand in his, with such an impulse of emotion that Henry was annoyed, and rather ostentatiously opened a book. "I shall come down with you," said William, as she drew back her hand, and made as if to pass him. "Oh no," she said hast... | "I can quite understand that," said Rodney, with his little chuckle, leaning over the back of his chair and tapping the woodwork lightly with his fingers. They were all silent, and the silence was acutely uncomfortable to Henry, at least. "Was it very dull, William?" Katharine suddenly asked, with a complete change of ... | of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them, when the door was burst open, without any knocking. "Well, here you are!" Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and Henry turned round very quickly and rather guiltily. Rodney was in evening dress. It was clear that his temper was ruffled. "That s... | 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. "I understand that you rule your life by the sta... | the fire, and decided to refrain from any explanation. "Yes, I promise that," she said at length, and Henry felt himself gratified by her complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the pick... | Night And Day |
She looked back, and said in a very commanding tone, and with an expression of authority upon her face: | No speaker | want to come with you."<|quote|>She looked back, and said in a very commanding tone, and with an expression of authority upon her face:</|quote|>"It s useless for you | door, he exclaimed: "No. I want to come with you."<|quote|>She looked back, and said in a very commanding tone, and with an expression of authority upon her face:</|quote|>"It s useless for you to come. I shall go | hastily. "You stay here and talk to Henry." "Yes, do," said Henry, shutting up his book again. His invitation was polite, without being precisely cordial. Rodney evidently hesitated as to the course he should pursue, but seeing Katharine at the door, he exclaimed: "No. I want to come with you."<|quote|>She looked back,... | s shoulder. Instantly Rodney clasped her hand in his, with such an impulse of emotion that Henry was annoyed, and rather ostentatiously opened a book. "I shall come down with you," said William, as she drew back her hand, and made as if to pass him. "Oh no," she said hastily. "You stay here and talk to Henry." "Yes, do... | with his little chuckle, leaning over the back of his chair and tapping the woodwork lightly with his fingers. They were all silent, and the silence was acutely uncomfortable to Henry, at least. "Was it very dull, William?" Katharine suddenly asked, with a complete change of tone and a little gesture of her hand. "Of c... | of rats, in the earth beneath them, when the door was burst open, without any knocking. "Well, here you are!" Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and Henry turned round very quickly and rather guiltily. Rodney was in evening dress. It was clear that his temper was ruffled. "That s where you ve been all the time," he repea... | 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. "I understand that you rule your life by the stars?" She let this pass, either because she did ... | you are!" Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and Henry turned round very quickly and rather guiltily. Rodney was in evening dress. It was clear that his temper was ruffled. "That s where you ve been all the time," he repeated, looking at Katharine. "I ve only been here about ten minutes," she replied. "My dear Katharine,... | Night And Day |
"It s useless for you to come. I shall go to bed in ten minutes. Good night." | Katharine Hilbery | of authority upon her face:<|quote|>"It s useless for you to come. I shall go to bed in ten minutes. Good night."</|quote|>She nodded to them both, | tone, and with an expression of authority upon her face:<|quote|>"It s useless for you to come. I shall go to bed in ten minutes. Good night."</|quote|>She nodded to them both, but Henry could not help | was polite, without being precisely cordial. Rodney evidently hesitated as to the course he should pursue, but seeing Katharine at the door, he exclaimed: "No. I want to come with you." She looked back, and said in a very commanding tone, and with an expression of authority upon her face:<|quote|>"It s useless for you ... | and rather ostentatiously opened a book. "I shall come down with you," said William, as she drew back her hand, and made as if to pass him. "Oh no," she said hastily. "You stay here and talk to Henry." "Yes, do," said Henry, shutting up his book again. His invitation was polite, without being precisely cordial. Rodney ... | They were all silent, and the silence was acutely uncomfortable to Henry, at least. "Was it very dull, William?" Katharine suddenly asked, with a complete change of tone and a little gesture of her hand. "Of course it was dull," William said sulkily. "Well, you stay and talk to Henry, and I ll go down," she replied. Sh... | are!" Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and Henry turned round very quickly and rather guiltily. Rodney was in evening dress. It was clear that his temper was ruffled. "That s where you ve been all the time," he repeated, looking at Katharine. "I ve only been here about ten minutes," she replied. "My dear Katharine, you... | 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?" 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: "Bu... | over the back of his chair and tapping the woodwork lightly with his fingers. They were all silent, and the silence was acutely uncomfortable to Henry, at least. "Was it very dull, William?" Katharine suddenly asked, with a complete change of tone and a little gesture of her hand. "Of course it was dull," William said ... | Night And Day |
She nodded to them both, but Henry could not help noticing that her last nod was in his direction. Rodney sat down rather heavily. His mortification was so obvious that Henry scarcely liked to open the conversation with some remark of a literary character. On the other hand, unless he checked him, Rodney might begin to... | No speaker | in ten minutes. Good night."<|quote|>She nodded to them both, but Henry could not help noticing that her last nod was in his direction. Rodney sat down rather heavily. His mortification was so obvious that Henry scarcely liked to open the conversation with some remark of a literary character. On the other hand, unless ... | I shall go to bed in ten minutes. Good night."<|quote|>She nodded to them both, but Henry could not help noticing that her last nod was in his direction. Rodney sat down rather heavily. His mortification was so obvious that Henry scarcely liked to open the conversation with some remark of a literary character. On the o... | seeing Katharine at the door, he exclaimed: "No. I want to come with you." She looked back, and said in a very commanding tone, and with an expression of authority upon her face: "It s useless for you to come. I shall go to bed in ten minutes. Good night."<|quote|>She nodded to them both, but Henry could not help notic... | back her hand, and made as if to pass him. "Oh no," she said hastily. "You stay here and talk to Henry." "Yes, do," said Henry, shutting up his book again. His invitation was polite, without being precisely cordial. Rodney evidently hesitated as to the course he should pursue, but seeing Katharine at the door, he excla... | dull, William?" Katharine suddenly asked, with a complete change of tone and a little gesture of her hand. "Of course it was dull," William said sulkily. "Well, you stay and talk to Henry, and I ll go down," she replied. She rose as she spoke, and as she turned to leave the room, she laid her hand, with a curiously car... | evening dress. It was clear that his temper was ruffled. "That s where you ve been all the time," he repeated, looking at Katharine. "I ve only been here about ten minutes," she replied. "My dear Katharine, you left the drawing-room over an hour ago." She said nothing. "Does it very much matter?" Henry asked. Rodney fo... | 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: "But do you always understand why you do everything? Ought one to understand? People l... | coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them, when the door was burst open, without any knocking. "Well, here you are!" Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and Hen... | Night And Day |
"You ve several big estates round here, Otway," | William Rodney | fender, and summoned his self-respect.<|quote|>"You ve several big estates round here, Otway,"</|quote|>he began. "Any good hunting? | on the edge of the fender, and summoned his self-respect.<|quote|>"You ve several big estates round here, Otway,"</|quote|>he began. "Any good hunting? Let me see, what pack | mastered his first impulse, in some way to make a fool of himself, he drew inspiration from the perfect fit of his evening dress. He chose a cigarette, tapped it on the back of his hand, displayed his exquisite pumps on the edge of the fender, and summoned his self-respect.<|quote|>"You ve several big estates round her... | rebuffed than by the rebuff itself. He was in love with Katharine, and vanity is not decreased but increased by love; especially, one may hazard, in the presence of one s own sex. But Rodney enjoyed the courage which springs from that laughable and lovable defect, and when he had mastered his first impulse, in some way... | ran, "The situation is becoming most uncomfortable." This he decorated with those flourishes and decorative borders which grow of themselves upon these occasions; and as he did so, he thought to himself that whatever Katharine s difficulties might be, they did not justify her behavior. She had spoken with a kind of bru... | you," said William, as she drew back her hand, and made as if to pass him. "Oh no," she said hastily. "You stay here and talk to Henry." "Yes, do," said Henry, shutting up his book again. His invitation was polite, without being precisely cordial. Rodney evidently hesitated as to the course he should pursue, but seeing... | once more into the red of the fire, and decided to refrain from any explanation. "Yes, I promise that," she said at length, and Henry felt himself gratified by her complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cag... | hastily. "You stay here and talk to Henry." "Yes, do," said Henry, shutting up his book again. His invitation was polite, without being precisely cordial. Rodney evidently hesitated as to the course he should pursue, but seeing Katharine at the door, he exclaimed: "No. I want to come with you." She looked back, and sai... | Night And Day |
he began. | No speaker | big estates round here, Otway,"<|quote|>he began.</|quote|>"Any good hunting? Let me | his self-respect. "You ve several big estates round here, Otway,"<|quote|>he began.</|quote|>"Any good hunting? Let me see, what pack would it | make a fool of himself, he drew inspiration from the perfect fit of his evening dress. He chose a cigarette, tapped it on the back of his hand, displayed his exquisite pumps on the edge of the fender, and summoned his self-respect. "You ve several big estates round here, Otway,"<|quote|>he began.</|quote|>"Any good hun... | in love with Katharine, and vanity is not decreased but increased by love; especially, one may hazard, in the presence of one s own sex. But Rodney enjoyed the courage which springs from that laughable and lovable defect, and when he had mastered his first impulse, in some way to make a fool of himself, he drew inspira... | he decorated with those flourishes and decorative borders which grow of themselves upon these occasions; and as he did so, he thought to himself that whatever Katharine s difficulties might be, they did not justify her behavior. She had spoken with a kind of brutality which suggested that, whether it is natural or assu... | hand, and made as if to pass him. "Oh no," she said hastily. "You stay here and talk to Henry." "Yes, do," said Henry, shutting up his book again. His invitation was polite, without being precisely cordial. Rodney evidently hesitated as to the course he should pursue, but seeing Katharine at the door, he exclaimed: "No... | and decided to refrain from any explanation. "Yes, I promise that," she said at length, and Henry felt himself gratified by her complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the m... | becoming most uncomfortable." This he decorated with those flourishes and decorative borders which grow of themselves upon these occasions; and as he did so, he thought to himself that whatever Katharine s difficulties might be, they did not justify her behavior. She had spoken with a kind of brutality which suggested ... | Night And Day |
"Any good hunting? Let me see, what pack would it be? Who s your great man?" | William Rodney | round here, Otway," he began.<|quote|>"Any good hunting? Let me see, what pack would it be? Who s your great man?"</|quote|>"Sir William Budge, the sugar | "You ve several big estates round here, Otway," he began.<|quote|>"Any good hunting? Let me see, what pack would it be? Who s your great man?"</|quote|>"Sir William Budge, the sugar king, has the biggest estate. | fool of himself, he drew inspiration from the perfect fit of his evening dress. He chose a cigarette, tapped it on the back of his hand, displayed his exquisite pumps on the edge of the fender, and summoned his self-respect. "You ve several big estates round here, Otway," he began.<|quote|>"Any good hunting? Let me see... | with Katharine, and vanity is not decreased but increased by love; especially, one may hazard, in the presence of one s own sex. But Rodney enjoyed the courage which springs from that laughable and lovable defect, and when he had mastered his first impulse, in some way to make a fool of himself, he drew inspiration fro... | with those flourishes and decorative borders which grow of themselves upon these occasions; and as he did so, he thought to himself that whatever Katharine s difficulties might be, they did not justify her behavior. She had spoken with a kind of brutality which suggested that, whether it is natural or assumed, women ha... | made as if to pass him. "Oh no," she said hastily. "You stay here and talk to Henry." "Yes, do," said Henry, shutting up his book again. His invitation was polite, without being precisely cordial. Rodney evidently hesitated as to the course he should pursue, but seeing Katharine at the door, he exclaimed: "No. I want t... | to refrain from any explanation. "Yes, I promise that," she said at length, and Henry felt himself gratified by her complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, somet... | the course he should pursue, but seeing Katharine at the door, he exclaimed: "No. I want to come with you." She looked back, and said in a very commanding tone, and with an expression of authority upon her face: "It s useless for you to come. I shall go to bed in ten minutes. Good night." She nodded to them both, but H... | Night And Day |
"Sir William Budge, the sugar king, has the biggest estate. He bought out poor Stanham, who went bankrupt." | Henry Otway | Who s your great man?"<|quote|>"Sir William Budge, the sugar king, has the biggest estate. He bought out poor Stanham, who went bankrupt."</|quote|>"Which Stanham would that be? | what pack would it be? Who s your great man?"<|quote|>"Sir William Budge, the sugar king, has the biggest estate. He bought out poor Stanham, who went bankrupt."</|quote|>"Which Stanham would that be? Verney or Alfred?" "Alfred.... I | a cigarette, tapped it on the back of his hand, displayed his exquisite pumps on the edge of the fender, and summoned his self-respect. "You ve several big estates round here, Otway," he began. "Any good hunting? Let me see, what pack would it be? Who s your great man?"<|quote|>"Sir William Budge, the sugar king, has t... | the presence of one s own sex. But Rodney enjoyed the courage which springs from that laughable and lovable defect, and when he had mastered his first impulse, in some way to make a fool of himself, he drew inspiration from the perfect fit of his evening dress. He chose a cigarette, tapped it on the back of his hand, d... | did so, he thought to himself that whatever Katharine s difficulties might be, they did not justify her behavior. She had spoken with a kind of brutality which suggested that, whether it is natural or assumed, women have a peculiar blindness to the feelings of men. The penciling of this note gave Rodney time to recover... | to Henry." "Yes, do," said Henry, shutting up his book again. His invitation was polite, without being precisely cordial. Rodney evidently hesitated as to the course he should pursue, but seeing Katharine at the door, he exclaimed: "No. I want to come with you." She looked back, and said in a very commanding tone, and ... | himself gratified by her complete sincerity, and began to tell her now about the coal-mine, in obedience to her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them, when the door was burst open, wit... | pass him. "Oh no," she said hastily. "You stay here and talk to Henry." "Yes, do," said Henry, shutting up his book again. His invitation was polite, without being precisely cordial. Rodney evidently hesitated as to the course he should pursue, but seeing Katharine at the door, he exclaimed: "No. I want to come with yo... | Night And Day |
"Which Stanham would that be? Verney or Alfred?" | William Rodney | poor Stanham, who went bankrupt."<|quote|>"Which Stanham would that be? Verney or Alfred?"</|quote|>"Alfred.... I don t hunt | biggest estate. He bought out poor Stanham, who went bankrupt."<|quote|>"Which Stanham would that be? Verney or Alfred?"</|quote|>"Alfred.... I don t hunt myself. You re a great | the fender, and summoned his self-respect. "You ve several big estates round here, Otway," he began. "Any good hunting? Let me see, what pack would it be? Who s your great man?" "Sir William Budge, the sugar king, has the biggest estate. He bought out poor Stanham, who went bankrupt."<|quote|>"Which Stanham would that ... | lovable defect, and when he had mastered his first impulse, in some way to make a fool of himself, he drew inspiration from the perfect fit of his evening dress. He chose a cigarette, tapped it on the back of his hand, displayed his exquisite pumps on the edge of the fender, and summoned his self-respect. "You ve sever... | behavior. She had spoken with a kind of brutality which suggested that, whether it is natural or assumed, women have a peculiar blindness to the feelings of men. The penciling of this note gave Rodney time to recover himself. Perhaps, for he was a very vain man, he was more hurt that Henry had seen him rebuffed than by... | cordial. Rodney evidently hesitated as to the course he should pursue, but seeing Katharine at the door, he exclaimed: "No. I want to come with you." She looked back, and said in a very commanding tone, and with an expression of authority upon her face: "It s useless for you to come. I shall go to bed in ten minutes. G... | her love of facts. They were, indeed, descending the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them, when the door was burst open, without any knocking. "Well, here you are!" Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and Henry turned round very quickl... | at the door, he exclaimed: "No. I want to come with you." She looked back, and said in a very commanding tone, and with an expression of authority upon her face: "It s useless for you to come. I shall go to bed in ten minutes. Good night." She nodded to them both, but Henry could not help noticing that her last nod was... | Night And Day |
"Alfred.... I don t hunt myself. You re a great huntsman, aren t you? You have a great reputation as a horseman, anyhow," | Henry Otway | that be? Verney or Alfred?"<|quote|>"Alfred.... I don t hunt myself. You re a great huntsman, aren t you? You have a great reputation as a horseman, anyhow,"</|quote|>he added, desiring to help | went bankrupt." "Which Stanham would that be? Verney or Alfred?"<|quote|>"Alfred.... I don t hunt myself. You re a great huntsman, aren t you? You have a great reputation as a horseman, anyhow,"</|quote|>he added, desiring to help Rodney in his effort to | several big estates round here, Otway," he began. "Any good hunting? Let me see, what pack would it be? Who s your great man?" "Sir William Budge, the sugar king, has the biggest estate. He bought out poor Stanham, who went bankrupt." "Which Stanham would that be? Verney or Alfred?"<|quote|>"Alfred.... I don t hunt mys... | first impulse, in some way to make a fool of himself, he drew inspiration from the perfect fit of his evening dress. He chose a cigarette, tapped it on the back of his hand, displayed his exquisite pumps on the edge of the fender, and summoned his self-respect. "You ve several big estates round here, Otway," he began. ... | brutality which suggested that, whether it is natural or assumed, women have a peculiar blindness to the feelings of men. The penciling of this note gave Rodney time to recover himself. Perhaps, for he was a very vain man, he was more hurt that Henry had seen him rebuffed than by the rebuff itself. He was in love with ... | he should pursue, but seeing Katharine at the door, he exclaimed: "No. I want to come with you." She looked back, and said in a very commanding tone, and with an expression of authority upon her face: "It s useless for you to come. I shall go to bed in ten minutes. Good night." She nodded to them both, but Henry could ... | the shaft in a small cage, and could hear the picks of the miners, something like the gnawing of rats, in the earth beneath them, when the door was burst open, without any knocking. "Well, here you are!" Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and Henry turned round very quickly and rather guiltily. Rodney was in evening dres... | not justify her behavior. She had spoken with a kind of brutality which suggested that, whether it is natural or assumed, women have a peculiar blindness to the feelings of men. The penciling of this note gave Rodney time to recover himself. Perhaps, for he was a very vain man, he was more hurt that Henry had seen him ... | Night And Day |
he added, desiring to help Rodney in his effort to recover his complacency. | No speaker | reputation as a horseman, anyhow,"<|quote|>he added, desiring to help Rodney in his effort to recover his complacency.</|quote|>"Oh, I love riding," Rodney | you? You have a great reputation as a horseman, anyhow,"<|quote|>he added, desiring to help Rodney in his effort to recover his complacency.</|quote|>"Oh, I love riding," Rodney replied. "Could I get a | man?" "Sir William Budge, the sugar king, has the biggest estate. He bought out poor Stanham, who went bankrupt." "Which Stanham would that be? Verney or Alfred?" "Alfred.... I don t hunt myself. You re a great huntsman, aren t you? You have a great reputation as a horseman, anyhow,"<|quote|>he added, desiring to help ... | chose a cigarette, tapped it on the back of his hand, displayed his exquisite pumps on the edge of the fender, and summoned his self-respect. "You ve several big estates round here, Otway," he began. "Any good hunting? Let me see, what pack would it be? Who s your great man?" "Sir William Budge, the sugar king, has the... | this note gave Rodney time to recover himself. Perhaps, for he was a very vain man, he was more hurt that Henry had seen him rebuffed than by the rebuff itself. He was in love with Katharine, and vanity is not decreased but increased by love; especially, one may hazard, in the presence of one s own sex. But Rodney enjo... | in a very commanding tone, and with an expression of authority upon her face: "It s useless for you to come. I shall go to bed in ten minutes. Good night." She nodded to them both, but Henry could not help noticing that her last nod was in his direction. Rodney sat down rather heavily. His mortification was so obvious ... | beneath them, when the door was burst open, without any knocking. "Well, here you are!" Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and Henry turned round very quickly and rather guiltily. Rodney was in evening dress. It was clear that his temper was ruffled. "That s where you ve been all the time," he repeated, looking at Kathar... | at any rate in prospect. He therefore adopted a middle course; that is to say, he wrote a note upon the fly-leaf of his book, which ran, "The situation is becoming most uncomfortable." This he decorated with those flourishes and decorative borders which grow of themselves upon these occasions; and as he did so, he thou... | Night And Day |
"Oh, I love riding," | William Rodney | effort to recover his complacency.<|quote|>"Oh, I love riding,"</|quote|>Rodney replied. "Could I get | to help Rodney in his effort to recover his complacency.<|quote|>"Oh, I love riding,"</|quote|>Rodney replied. "Could I get a horse down here? Stupid | out poor Stanham, who went bankrupt." "Which Stanham would that be? Verney or Alfred?" "Alfred.... I don t hunt myself. You re a great huntsman, aren t you? You have a great reputation as a horseman, anyhow," he added, desiring to help Rodney in his effort to recover his complacency.<|quote|>"Oh, I love riding,"</|quot... | exquisite pumps on the edge of the fender, and summoned his self-respect. "You ve several big estates round here, Otway," he began. "Any good hunting? Let me see, what pack would it be? Who s your great man?" "Sir William Budge, the sugar king, has the biggest estate. He bought out poor Stanham, who went bankrupt." "Wh... | very vain man, he was more hurt that Henry had seen him rebuffed than by the rebuff itself. He was in love with Katharine, and vanity is not decreased but increased by love; especially, one may hazard, in the presence of one s own sex. But Rodney enjoyed the courage which springs from that laughable and lovable defect,... | face: "It s useless for you to come. I shall go to bed in ten minutes. Good night." She nodded to them both, but Henry could not help noticing that her last nod was in his direction. Rodney sat down rather heavily. His mortification was so obvious that Henry scarcely liked to open the conversation with some remark of a... | you are!" Rodney exclaimed. Both Katharine and Henry turned round very quickly and rather guiltily. Rodney was in evening dress. It was clear that his temper was ruffled. "That s where you ve been all the time," he repeated, looking at Katharine. "I ve only been here about ten minutes," she replied. "My dear Katharine,... | Henry was annoyed, and rather ostentatiously opened a book. "I shall come down with you," said William, as she drew back her hand, and made as if to pass him. "Oh no," she said hastily. "You stay here and talk to Henry." "Yes, do," said Henry, shutting up his book again. His invitation was polite, without being precise... | Night And Day |
Rodney replied. | No speaker | complacency. "Oh, I love riding,"<|quote|>Rodney replied.</|quote|>"Could I get a horse | his effort to recover his complacency. "Oh, I love riding,"<|quote|>Rodney replied.</|quote|>"Could I get a horse down here? Stupid of me! | went bankrupt." "Which Stanham would that be? Verney or Alfred?" "Alfred.... I don t hunt myself. You re a great huntsman, aren t you? You have a great reputation as a horseman, anyhow," he added, desiring to help Rodney in his effort to recover his complacency. "Oh, I love riding,"<|quote|>Rodney replied.</|quote|>"Co... | edge of the fender, and summoned his self-respect. "You ve several big estates round here, Otway," he began. "Any good hunting? Let me see, what pack would it be? Who s your great man?" "Sir William Budge, the sugar king, has the biggest estate. He bought out poor Stanham, who went bankrupt." "Which Stanham would that ... | was more hurt that Henry had seen him rebuffed than by the rebuff itself. He was in love with Katharine, and vanity is not decreased but increased by love; especially, one may hazard, in the presence of one s own sex. But Rodney enjoyed the courage which springs from that laughable and lovable defect, and when he had m... | for you to come. I shall go to bed in ten minutes. Good night." She nodded to them both, but Henry could not help noticing that her last nod was in his direction. Rodney sat down rather heavily. His mortification was so obvious that Henry scarcely liked to open the conversation with some remark of a literary character.... | Both Katharine and Henry turned round very quickly and rather guiltily. Rodney was in evening dress. It was clear that his temper was ruffled. "That s where you ve been all the time," he repeated, looking at Katharine. "I ve only been here about ten minutes," she replied. "My dear Katharine, you left the drawing-room o... | in prospect. He therefore adopted a middle course; that is to say, he wrote a note upon the fly-leaf of his book, which ran, "The situation is becoming most uncomfortable." This he decorated with those flourishes and decorative borders which grow of themselves upon these occasions; and as he did so, he thought to himse... | Night And Day |
"Could I get a horse down here? Stupid of me! I forgot to bring any clothes. I can t imagine, though, who told you I was anything of a rider?" | William Rodney | I love riding," Rodney replied.<|quote|>"Could I get a horse down here? Stupid of me! I forgot to bring any clothes. I can t imagine, though, who told you I was anything of a rider?"</|quote|>To tell the truth, Henry | to recover his complacency. "Oh, I love riding," Rodney replied.<|quote|>"Could I get a horse down here? Stupid of me! I forgot to bring any clothes. I can t imagine, though, who told you I was anything of a rider?"</|quote|>To tell the truth, Henry labored under the same difficulty; | "Which Stanham would that be? Verney or Alfred?" "Alfred.... I don t hunt myself. You re a great huntsman, aren t you? You have a great reputation as a horseman, anyhow," he added, desiring to help Rodney in his effort to recover his complacency. "Oh, I love riding," Rodney replied.<|quote|>"Could I get a horse down he... | the fender, and summoned his self-respect. "You ve several big estates round here, Otway," he began. "Any good hunting? Let me see, what pack would it be? Who s your great man?" "Sir William Budge, the sugar king, has the biggest estate. He bought out poor Stanham, who went bankrupt." "Which Stanham would that be? Vern... | hurt that Henry had seen him rebuffed than by the rebuff itself. He was in love with Katharine, and vanity is not decreased but increased by love; especially, one may hazard, in the presence of one s own sex. But Rodney enjoyed the courage which springs from that laughable and lovable defect, and when he had mastered h... | to come. I shall go to bed in ten minutes. Good night." She nodded to them both, but Henry could not help noticing that her last nod was in his direction. Rodney sat down rather heavily. His mortification was so obvious that Henry scarcely liked to open the conversation with some remark of a literary character. On the ... | and Henry turned round very quickly and rather guiltily. Rodney was in evening dress. It was clear that his temper was ruffled. "That s where you ve been all the time," he repeated, looking at Katharine. "I ve only been here about ten minutes," she replied. "My dear Katharine, you left the drawing-room over an hour ago... | of authority upon her face: "It s useless for you to come. I shall go to bed in ten minutes. Good night." She nodded to them both, but Henry could not help noticing that her last nod was in his direction. Rodney sat down rather heavily. His mortification was so obvious that Henry scarcely liked to open the conversation... | Night And Day |
To tell the truth, Henry labored under the same difficulty; he did not wish to introduce Katharine s name, and, therefore, he replied vaguely that he had always heard that Rodney was a great rider. In truth, he had heard very little about him, one way or another, accepting him as a figure often to be found in the backg... | No speaker | was anything of a rider?"<|quote|>To tell the truth, Henry labored under the same difficulty; he did not wish to introduce Katharine s name, and, therefore, he replied vaguely that he had always heard that Rodney was a great rider. In truth, he had heard very little about him, one way or another, accepting him as a fig... | though, who told you I was anything of a rider?"<|quote|>To tell the truth, Henry labored under the same difficulty; he did not wish to introduce Katharine s name, and, therefore, he replied vaguely that he had always heard that Rodney was a great rider. In truth, he had heard very little about him, one way or another,... | anyhow," he added, desiring to help Rodney in his effort to recover his complacency. "Oh, I love riding," Rodney replied. "Could I get a horse down here? Stupid of me! I forgot to bring any clothes. I can t imagine, though, who told you I was anything of a rider?"<|quote|>To tell the truth, Henry labored under the same... | great man?" "Sir William Budge, the sugar king, has the biggest estate. He bought out poor Stanham, who went bankrupt." "Which Stanham would that be? Verney or Alfred?" "Alfred.... I don t hunt myself. You re a great huntsman, aren t you? You have a great reputation as a horseman, anyhow," he added, desiring to help Ro... | hazard, in the presence of one s own sex. But Rodney enjoyed the courage which springs from that laughable and lovable defect, and when he had mastered his first impulse, in some way to make a fool of himself, he drew inspiration from the perfect fit of his evening dress. He chose a cigarette, tapped it on the back of ... | direction. Rodney sat down rather heavily. His mortification was so obvious that Henry scarcely liked to open the conversation with some remark of a literary character. On the other hand, unless he checked him, Rodney might begin to talk about his feelings, and irreticence is apt to be extremely painful, at any rate in... | time," he repeated, looking at Katharine. "I ve only been here about ten minutes," she replied. "My dear Katharine, you left the drawing-room over an hour ago." She said nothing. "Does it very much matter?" Henry asked. Rodney found it hard to be unreasonable in the presence of another man, and did not answer him. "The... | themselves upon these occasions; and as he did so, he thought to himself that whatever Katharine s difficulties might be, they did not justify her behavior. She had spoken with a kind of brutality which suggested that, whether it is natural or assumed, women have a peculiar blindness to the feelings of men. The pencili... | Night And Day |
"I don t care much for shooting," | William Rodney | inexplicably, engaged to his cousin.<|quote|>"I don t care much for shooting,"</|quote|>Rodney continued; "but one has | s house, and inevitably, though inexplicably, engaged to his cousin.<|quote|>"I don t care much for shooting,"</|quote|>Rodney continued; "but one has to do it, unless one | vaguely that he had always heard that Rodney was a great rider. In truth, he had heard very little about him, one way or another, accepting him as a figure often to be found in the background at his aunt s house, and inevitably, though inexplicably, engaged to his cousin.<|quote|>"I don t care much for shooting,"</|quo... | a horse down here? Stupid of me! I forgot to bring any clothes. I can t imagine, though, who told you I was anything of a rider?" To tell the truth, Henry labored under the same difficulty; he did not wish to introduce Katharine s name, and, therefore, he replied vaguely that he had always heard that Rodney was a great... | summoned his self-respect. "You ve several big estates round here, Otway," he began. "Any good hunting? Let me see, what pack would it be? Who s your great man?" "Sir William Budge, the sugar king, has the biggest estate. He bought out poor Stanham, who went bankrupt." "Which Stanham would that be? Verney or Alfred?" "... | his book, which ran, "The situation is becoming most uncomfortable." This he decorated with those flourishes and decorative borders which grow of themselves upon these occasions; and as he did so, he thought to himself that whatever Katharine s difficulties might be, they did not justify her behavior. She had spoken wi... | although I ve no doubt it s much more amusing to sit up here and talk to Henry." "We were discussing coal-mines," said Henry urbanely. "Yes. But we were talking about much more interesting things before that," said Katharine. From the apparent determination to hurt him with which she spoke, Henry thought that some sort... | the fender, and summoned his self-respect. "You ve several big estates round here, Otway," he began. "Any good hunting? Let me see, what pack would it be? Who s your great man?" "Sir William Budge, the sugar king, has the biggest estate. He bought out poor Stanham, who went bankrupt." "Which Stanham would that be? Vern... | Night And Day |
Rodney continued; | No speaker | t care much for shooting,"<|quote|>Rodney continued;</|quote|>"but one has to do | to his cousin. "I don t care much for shooting,"<|quote|>Rodney continued;</|quote|>"but one has to do it, unless one wants to | Rodney was a great rider. In truth, he had heard very little about him, one way or another, accepting him as a figure often to be found in the background at his aunt s house, and inevitably, though inexplicably, engaged to his cousin. "I don t care much for shooting,"<|quote|>Rodney continued;</|quote|>"but one has to ... | I forgot to bring any clothes. I can t imagine, though, who told you I was anything of a rider?" To tell the truth, Henry labored under the same difficulty; he did not wish to introduce Katharine s name, and, therefore, he replied vaguely that he had always heard that Rodney was a great rider. In truth, he had heard ve... | estates round here, Otway," he began. "Any good hunting? Let me see, what pack would it be? Who s your great man?" "Sir William Budge, the sugar king, has the biggest estate. He bought out poor Stanham, who went bankrupt." "Which Stanham would that be? Verney or Alfred?" "Alfred.... I don t hunt myself. You re a great ... | becoming most uncomfortable." This he decorated with those flourishes and decorative borders which grow of themselves upon these occasions; and as he did so, he thought to himself that whatever Katharine s difficulties might be, they did not justify her behavior. She had spoken with a kind of brutality which suggested ... | much more amusing to sit up here and talk to Henry." "We were discussing coal-mines," said Henry urbanely. "Yes. But we were talking about much more interesting things before that," said Katharine. From the apparent determination to hurt him with which she spoke, Henry thought that some sort of explosion on Rodney s pa... | and lovable defect, and when he had mastered his first impulse, in some way to make a fool of himself, he drew inspiration from the perfect fit of his evening dress. He chose a cigarette, tapped it on the back of his hand, displayed his exquisite pumps on the edge of the fender, and summoned his self-respect. "You ve s... | Night And Day |
"but one has to do it, unless one wants to be altogether out of things. I dare say there s some very pretty country round here. I stayed once at Bolham Hall. Young Cranthorpe was up with you, wasn t he? He married old Lord Bolham s daughter. Very nice people in their way." | William Rodney | much for shooting," Rodney continued;<|quote|>"but one has to do it, unless one wants to be altogether out of things. I dare say there s some very pretty country round here. I stayed once at Bolham Hall. Young Cranthorpe was up with you, wasn t he? He married old Lord Bolham s daughter. Very nice people in their way."<... | cousin. "I don t care much for shooting," Rodney continued;<|quote|>"but one has to do it, unless one wants to be altogether out of things. I dare say there s some very pretty country round here. I stayed once at Bolham Hall. Young Cranthorpe was up with you, wasn t he? He married old Lord Bolham s daughter. Very nice ... | a great rider. In truth, he had heard very little about him, one way or another, accepting him as a figure often to be found in the background at his aunt s house, and inevitably, though inexplicably, engaged to his cousin. "I don t care much for shooting," Rodney continued;<|quote|>"but one has to do it, unless one wa... | to bring any clothes. I can t imagine, though, who told you I was anything of a rider?" To tell the truth, Henry labored under the same difficulty; he did not wish to introduce Katharine s name, and, therefore, he replied vaguely that he had always heard that Rodney was a great rider. In truth, he had heard very little... | here, Otway," he began. "Any good hunting? Let me see, what pack would it be? Who s your great man?" "Sir William Budge, the sugar king, has the biggest estate. He bought out poor Stanham, who went bankrupt." "Which Stanham would that be? Verney or Alfred?" "Alfred.... I don t hunt myself. You re a great huntsman, aren... | uncomfortable." This he decorated with those flourishes and decorative borders which grow of themselves upon these occasions; and as he did so, he thought to himself that whatever Katharine s difficulties might be, they did not justify her behavior. She had spoken with a kind of brutality which suggested that, whether ... | amusing to sit up here and talk to Henry." "We were discussing coal-mines," said Henry urbanely. "Yes. But we were talking about much more interesting things before that," said Katharine. From the apparent determination to hurt him with which she spoke, Henry thought that some sort of explosion on Rodney s part was abo... | course; that is to say, he wrote a note upon the fly-leaf of his book, which ran, "The situation is becoming most uncomfortable." This he decorated with those flourishes and decorative borders which grow of themselves upon these occasions; and as he did so, he thought to himself that whatever Katharine s difficulties m... | Night And Day |
"I don t mix in that society," | Henry Otway | nice people in their way."<|quote|>"I don t mix in that society,"</|quote|>Henry remarked, rather shortly. But | Lord Bolham s daughter. Very nice people in their way."<|quote|>"I don t mix in that society,"</|quote|>Henry remarked, rather shortly. But Rodney, now started on an | do it, unless one wants to be altogether out of things. I dare say there s some very pretty country round here. I stayed once at Bolham Hall. Young Cranthorpe was up with you, wasn t he? He married old Lord Bolham s daughter. Very nice people in their way."<|quote|>"I don t mix in that society,"</|quote|>Henry remarked... | truth, he had heard very little about him, one way or another, accepting him as a figure often to be found in the background at his aunt s house, and inevitably, though inexplicably, engaged to his cousin. "I don t care much for shooting," Rodney continued; "but one has to do it, unless one wants to be altogether out o... | a great huntsman, aren t you? You have a great reputation as a horseman, anyhow," he added, desiring to help Rodney in his effort to recover his complacency. "Oh, I love riding," Rodney replied. "Could I get a horse down here? Stupid of me! I forgot to bring any clothes. I can t imagine, though, who told you I was anyt... | or assumed, women have a peculiar blindness to the feelings of men. The penciling of this note gave Rodney time to recover himself. Perhaps, for he was a very vain man, he was more hurt that Henry had seen him rebuffed than by the rebuff itself. He was in love with Katharine, and vanity is not decreased but increased b... | to take place. "I can quite understand that," said Rodney, with his little chuckle, leaning over the back of his chair and tapping the woodwork lightly with his fingers. They were all silent, and the silence was acutely uncomfortable to Henry, at least. "Was it very dull, William?" Katharine suddenly asked, with a comp... | out poor Stanham, who went bankrupt." "Which Stanham would that be? Verney or Alfred?" "Alfred.... I don t hunt myself. You re a great huntsman, aren t you? You have a great reputation as a horseman, anyhow," he added, desiring to help Rodney in his effort to recover his complacency. "Oh, I love riding," Rodney replied... | Night And Day |
Henry remarked, rather shortly. But Rodney, now started on an agreeable current of reflection, could not resist the temptation of pursuing it a little further. He appeared to himself as a man who moved easily in very good society, and knew enough about the true values of life to be himself above it. | No speaker | t mix in that society,"<|quote|>Henry remarked, rather shortly. But Rodney, now started on an agreeable current of reflection, could not resist the temptation of pursuing it a little further. He appeared to himself as a man who moved easily in very good society, and knew enough about the true values of life to be himse... | in their way." "I don t mix in that society,"<|quote|>Henry remarked, rather shortly. But Rodney, now started on an agreeable current of reflection, could not resist the temptation of pursuing it a little further. He appeared to himself as a man who moved easily in very good society, and knew enough about the true valu... | altogether out of things. I dare say there s some very pretty country round here. I stayed once at Bolham Hall. Young Cranthorpe was up with you, wasn t he? He married old Lord Bolham s daughter. Very nice people in their way." "I don t mix in that society,"<|quote|>Henry remarked, rather shortly. But Rodney, now start... | him, one way or another, accepting him as a figure often to be found in the background at his aunt s house, and inevitably, though inexplicably, engaged to his cousin. "I don t care much for shooting," Rodney continued; "but one has to do it, unless one wants to be altogether out of things. I dare say there s some very... | have a great reputation as a horseman, anyhow," he added, desiring to help Rodney in his effort to recover his complacency. "Oh, I love riding," Rodney replied. "Could I get a horse down here? Stupid of me! I forgot to bring any clothes. I can t imagine, though, who told you I was anything of a rider?" To tell the trut... | to the feelings of men. The penciling of this note gave Rodney time to recover himself. Perhaps, for he was a very vain man, he was more hurt that Henry had seen him rebuffed than by the rebuff itself. He was in love with Katharine, and vanity is not decreased but increased by love; especially, one may hazard, in the p... | that," said Rodney, with his little chuckle, leaning over the back of his chair and tapping the woodwork lightly with his fingers. They were all silent, and the silence was acutely uncomfortable to Henry, at least. "Was it very dull, William?" Katharine suddenly asked, with a complete change of tone and a little gestur... | adopted a middle course; that is to say, he wrote a note upon the fly-leaf of his book, which ran, "The situation is becoming most uncomfortable." This he decorated with those flourishes and decorative borders which grow of themselves upon these occasions; and as he did so, he thought to himself that whatever Katharine... | Night And Day |
"Oh, but you should," | William Rodney | to be himself above it.<|quote|>"Oh, but you should,"</|quote|>he went on. "It s | the true values of life to be himself above it.<|quote|>"Oh, but you should,"</|quote|>he went on. "It s well worth staying there, anyhow, | shortly. But Rodney, now started on an agreeable current of reflection, could not resist the temptation of pursuing it a little further. He appeared to himself as a man who moved easily in very good society, and knew enough about the true values of life to be himself above it.<|quote|>"Oh, but you should,"</|quote|>he ... | things. I dare say there s some very pretty country round here. I stayed once at Bolham Hall. Young Cranthorpe was up with you, wasn t he? He married old Lord Bolham s daughter. Very nice people in their way." "I don t mix in that society," Henry remarked, rather shortly. But Rodney, now started on an agreeable current... | anything of a rider?" To tell the truth, Henry labored under the same difficulty; he did not wish to introduce Katharine s name, and, therefore, he replied vaguely that he had always heard that Rodney was a great rider. In truth, he had heard very little about him, one way or another, accepting him as a figure often to... | love; especially, one may hazard, in the presence of one s own sex. But Rodney enjoyed the courage which springs from that laughable and lovable defect, and when he had mastered his first impulse, in some way to make a fool of himself, he drew inspiration from the perfect fit of his evening dress. He chose a cigarette,... | gesture of her hand. "Of course it was dull," William said sulkily. "Well, you stay and talk to Henry, and I ll go down," she replied. She rose as she spoke, and as she turned to leave the room, she laid her hand, with a curiously caressing gesture, upon Rodney s shoulder. Instantly Rodney clasped her hand in his, with... | hurt that Henry had seen him rebuffed than by the rebuff itself. He was in love with Katharine, and vanity is not decreased but increased by love; especially, one may hazard, in the presence of one s own sex. But Rodney enjoyed the courage which springs from that laughable and lovable defect, and when he had mastered h... | Night And Day |
he went on. | No speaker | it. "Oh, but you should,"<|quote|>he went on.</|quote|>"It s well worth staying | life to be himself above it. "Oh, but you should,"<|quote|>he went on.</|quote|>"It s well worth staying there, anyhow, once a year. | started on an agreeable current of reflection, could not resist the temptation of pursuing it a little further. He appeared to himself as a man who moved easily in very good society, and knew enough about the true values of life to be himself above it. "Oh, but you should,"<|quote|>he went on.</|quote|>"It s well worth... | there s some very pretty country round here. I stayed once at Bolham Hall. Young Cranthorpe was up with you, wasn t he? He married old Lord Bolham s daughter. Very nice people in their way." "I don t mix in that society," Henry remarked, rather shortly. But Rodney, now started on an agreeable current of reflection, cou... | To tell the truth, Henry labored under the same difficulty; he did not wish to introduce Katharine s name, and, therefore, he replied vaguely that he had always heard that Rodney was a great rider. In truth, he had heard very little about him, one way or another, accepting him as a figure often to be found in the backg... | hazard, in the presence of one s own sex. But Rodney enjoyed the courage which springs from that laughable and lovable defect, and when he had mastered his first impulse, in some way to make a fool of himself, he drew inspiration from the perfect fit of his evening dress. He chose a cigarette, tapped it on the back of ... | "Of course it was dull," William said sulkily. "Well, you stay and talk to Henry, and I ll go down," she replied. She rose as she spoke, and as she turned to leave the room, she laid her hand, with a curiously caressing gesture, upon Rodney s shoulder. Instantly Rodney clasped her hand in his, with such an impulse of e... | or Alfred?" "Alfred.... I don t hunt myself. You re a great huntsman, aren t you? You have a great reputation as a horseman, anyhow," he added, desiring to help Rodney in his effort to recover his complacency. "Oh, I love riding," Rodney replied. "Could I get a horse down here? Stupid of me! I forgot to bring any cloth... | Night And Day |
"It s well worth staying there, anyhow, once a year. They make one very comfortable, and the women are ravishing." | William Rodney | you should," he went on.<|quote|>"It s well worth staying there, anyhow, once a year. They make one very comfortable, and the women are ravishing."</|quote|>"The women?" Henry thought to | himself above it. "Oh, but you should," he went on.<|quote|>"It s well worth staying there, anyhow, once a year. They make one very comfortable, and the women are ravishing."</|quote|>"The women?" Henry thought to himself, with disgust. "What could | agreeable current of reflection, could not resist the temptation of pursuing it a little further. He appeared to himself as a man who moved easily in very good society, and knew enough about the true values of life to be himself above it. "Oh, but you should," he went on.<|quote|>"It s well worth staying there, anyhow,... | very pretty country round here. I stayed once at Bolham Hall. Young Cranthorpe was up with you, wasn t he? He married old Lord Bolham s daughter. Very nice people in their way." "I don t mix in that society," Henry remarked, rather shortly. But Rodney, now started on an agreeable current of reflection, could not resist... | truth, Henry labored under the same difficulty; he did not wish to introduce Katharine s name, and, therefore, he replied vaguely that he had always heard that Rodney was a great rider. In truth, he had heard very little about him, one way or another, accepting him as a figure often to be found in the background at his... | presence of one s own sex. But Rodney enjoyed the courage which springs from that laughable and lovable defect, and when he had mastered his first impulse, in some way to make a fool of himself, he drew inspiration from the perfect fit of his evening dress. He chose a cigarette, tapped it on the back of his hand, displ... | was dull," William said sulkily. "Well, you stay and talk to Henry, and I ll go down," she replied. She rose as she spoke, and as she turned to leave the room, she laid her hand, with a curiously caressing gesture, upon Rodney s shoulder. Instantly Rodney clasped her hand in his, with such an impulse of emotion that He... | that whatever Katharine s difficulties might be, they did not justify her behavior. She had spoken with a kind of brutality which suggested that, whether it is natural or assumed, women have a peculiar blindness to the feelings of men. The penciling of this note gave Rodney time to recover himself. Perhaps, for he was ... | Night And Day |
"The women?" | Henry Otway | and the women are ravishing."<|quote|>"The women?"</|quote|>Henry thought to himself, with | They make one very comfortable, and the women are ravishing."<|quote|>"The women?"</|quote|>Henry thought to himself, with disgust. "What could any woman | a man who moved easily in very good society, and knew enough about the true values of life to be himself above it. "Oh, but you should," he went on. "It s well worth staying there, anyhow, once a year. They make one very comfortable, and the women are ravishing."<|quote|>"The women?"</|quote|>Henry thought to himself, ... | He married old Lord Bolham s daughter. Very nice people in their way." "I don t mix in that society," Henry remarked, rather shortly. But Rodney, now started on an agreeable current of reflection, could not resist the temptation of pursuing it a little further. He appeared to himself as a man who moved easily in very g... | vaguely that he had always heard that Rodney was a great rider. In truth, he had heard very little about him, one way or another, accepting him as a figure often to be found in the background at his aunt s house, and inevitably, though inexplicably, engaged to his cousin. "I don t care much for shooting," Rodney contin... | when he had mastered his first impulse, in some way to make a fool of himself, he drew inspiration from the perfect fit of his evening dress. He chose a cigarette, tapped it on the back of his hand, displayed his exquisite pumps on the edge of the fender, and summoned his self-respect. "You ve several big estates round... | rose as she spoke, and as she turned to leave the room, she laid her hand, with a curiously caressing gesture, upon Rodney s shoulder. Instantly Rodney clasped her hand in his, with such an impulse of emotion that Henry was annoyed, and rather ostentatiously opened a book. "I shall come down with you," said William, as... | But Rodney enjoyed the courage which springs from that laughable and lovable defect, and when he had mastered his first impulse, in some way to make a fool of himself, he drew inspiration from the perfect fit of his evening dress. He chose a cigarette, tapped it on the back of his hand, displayed his exquisite pumps on... | Night And Day |
Henry thought to himself, with disgust. | No speaker | women are ravishing." "The women?"<|quote|>Henry thought to himself, with disgust.</|quote|>"What could any woman see | one very comfortable, and the women are ravishing." "The women?"<|quote|>Henry thought to himself, with disgust.</|quote|>"What could any woman see in you?" His tolerance was | who moved easily in very good society, and knew enough about the true values of life to be himself above it. "Oh, but you should," he went on. "It s well worth staying there, anyhow, once a year. They make one very comfortable, and the women are ravishing." "The women?"<|quote|>Henry thought to himself, with disgust.</... | old Lord Bolham s daughter. Very nice people in their way." "I don t mix in that society," Henry remarked, rather shortly. But Rodney, now started on an agreeable current of reflection, could not resist the temptation of pursuing it a little further. He appeared to himself as a man who moved easily in very good society... | he had always heard that Rodney was a great rider. In truth, he had heard very little about him, one way or another, accepting him as a figure often to be found in the background at his aunt s house, and inevitably, though inexplicably, engaged to his cousin. "I don t care much for shooting," Rodney continued; "but one... | had mastered his first impulse, in some way to make a fool of himself, he drew inspiration from the perfect fit of his evening dress. He chose a cigarette, tapped it on the back of his hand, displayed his exquisite pumps on the edge of the fender, and summoned his self-respect. "You ve several big estates round here, O... | she spoke, and as she turned to leave the room, she laid her hand, with a curiously caressing gesture, upon Rodney s shoulder. Instantly Rodney clasped her hand in his, with such an impulse of emotion that Henry was annoyed, and rather ostentatiously opened a book. "I shall come down with you," said William, as she dre... | what pack would it be? Who s your great man?" "Sir William Budge, the sugar king, has the biggest estate. He bought out poor Stanham, who went bankrupt." "Which Stanham would that be? Verney or Alfred?" "Alfred.... I don t hunt myself. You re a great huntsman, aren t you? You have a great reputation as a horseman, anyh... | Night And Day |
"What could any woman see in you?" | Henry Otway | thought to himself, with disgust.<|quote|>"What could any woman see in you?"</|quote|>His tolerance was rapidly becoming | are ravishing." "The women?" Henry thought to himself, with disgust.<|quote|>"What could any woman see in you?"</|quote|>His tolerance was rapidly becoming exhausted, but he could not | society, and knew enough about the true values of life to be himself above it. "Oh, but you should," he went on. "It s well worth staying there, anyhow, once a year. They make one very comfortable, and the women are ravishing." "The women?" Henry thought to himself, with disgust.<|quote|>"What could any woman see in yo... | nice people in their way." "I don t mix in that society," Henry remarked, rather shortly. But Rodney, now started on an agreeable current of reflection, could not resist the temptation of pursuing it a little further. He appeared to himself as a man who moved easily in very good society, and knew enough about the true ... | was a great rider. In truth, he had heard very little about him, one way or another, accepting him as a figure often to be found in the background at his aunt s house, and inevitably, though inexplicably, engaged to his cousin. "I don t care much for shooting," Rodney continued; "but one has to do it, unless one wants ... | some way to make a fool of himself, he drew inspiration from the perfect fit of his evening dress. He chose a cigarette, tapped it on the back of his hand, displayed his exquisite pumps on the edge of the fender, and summoned his self-respect. "You ve several big estates round here, Otway," he began. "Any good hunting?... | to leave the room, she laid her hand, with a curiously caressing gesture, upon Rodney s shoulder. Instantly Rodney clasped her hand in his, with such an impulse of emotion that Henry was annoyed, and rather ostentatiously opened a book. "I shall come down with you," said William, as she drew back her hand, and made as ... | hunting? Let me see, what pack would it be? Who s your great man?" "Sir William Budge, the sugar king, has the biggest estate. He bought out poor Stanham, who went bankrupt." "Which Stanham would that be? Verney or Alfred?" "Alfred.... I don t hunt myself. You re a great huntsman, aren t you? You have a great reputatio... | Night And Day |
His tolerance was rapidly becoming exhausted, but he could not help liking Rodney nevertheless, and this appeared to him strange, for he was fastidious, and such words in another mouth would have condemned the speaker irreparably. He began, in short, to wonder what kind of creature this man who was to marry his cousin ... | No speaker | any woman see in you?"<|quote|>His tolerance was rapidly becoming exhausted, but he could not help liking Rodney nevertheless, and this appeared to him strange, for he was fastidious, and such words in another mouth would have condemned the speaker irreparably. He began, in short, to wonder what kind of creature this m... | himself, with disgust. "What could any woman see in you?"<|quote|>His tolerance was rapidly becoming exhausted, but he could not help liking Rodney nevertheless, and this appeared to him strange, for he was fastidious, and such words in another mouth would have condemned the speaker irreparably. He began, in short, to ... | values of life to be himself above it. "Oh, but you should," he went on. "It s well worth staying there, anyhow, once a year. They make one very comfortable, and the women are ravishing." "The women?" Henry thought to himself, with disgust. "What could any woman see in you?"<|quote|>His tolerance was rapidly becoming e... | t mix in that society," Henry remarked, rather shortly. But Rodney, now started on an agreeable current of reflection, could not resist the temptation of pursuing it a little further. He appeared to himself as a man who moved easily in very good society, and knew enough about the true values of life to be himself above... | had heard very little about him, one way or another, accepting him as a figure often to be found in the background at his aunt s house, and inevitably, though inexplicably, engaged to his cousin. "I don t care much for shooting," Rodney continued; "but one has to do it, unless one wants to be altogether out of things. ... | himself, he drew inspiration from the perfect fit of his evening dress. He chose a cigarette, tapped it on the back of his hand, displayed his exquisite pumps on the edge of the fender, and summoned his self-respect. "You ve several big estates round here, Otway," he began. "Any good hunting? Let me see, what pack woul... | hand, with a curiously caressing gesture, upon Rodney s shoulder. Instantly Rodney clasped her hand in his, with such an impulse of emotion that Henry was annoyed, and rather ostentatiously opened a book. "I shall come down with you," said William, as she drew back her hand, and made as if to pass him. "Oh no," she sai... | summoned his self-respect. "You ve several big estates round here, Otway," he began. "Any good hunting? Let me see, what pack would it be? Who s your great man?" "Sir William Budge, the sugar king, has the biggest estate. He bought out poor Stanham, who went bankrupt." "Which Stanham would that be? Verney or Alfred?" "... | Night And Day |
"I don t think I should get on in that society," | Henry Otway | to be so ridiculously vain?<|quote|>"I don t think I should get on in that society,"</|quote|>he replied. "I don t | a rather singular character, afford to be so ridiculously vain?<|quote|>"I don t think I should get on in that society,"</|quote|>he replied. "I don t think I should know what | for he was fastidious, and such words in another mouth would have condemned the speaker irreparably. He began, in short, to wonder what kind of creature this man who was to marry his cousin might be. Could any one, except a rather singular character, afford to be so ridiculously vain?<|quote|>"I don t think I should ge... | there, anyhow, once a year. They make one very comfortable, and the women are ravishing." "The women?" Henry thought to himself, with disgust. "What could any woman see in you?" His tolerance was rapidly becoming exhausted, but he could not help liking Rodney nevertheless, and this appeared to him strange, for he was f... | I stayed once at Bolham Hall. Young Cranthorpe was up with you, wasn t he? He married old Lord Bolham s daughter. Very nice people in their way." "I don t mix in that society," Henry remarked, rather shortly. But Rodney, now started on an agreeable current of reflection, could not resist the temptation of pursuing it a... | has the biggest estate. He bought out poor Stanham, who went bankrupt." "Which Stanham would that be? Verney or Alfred?" "Alfred.... I don t hunt myself. You re a great huntsman, aren t you? You have a great reputation as a horseman, anyhow," he added, desiring to help Rodney in his effort to recover his complacency. "... | shutting up his book again. His invitation was polite, without being precisely cordial. Rodney evidently hesitated as to the course he should pursue, but seeing Katharine at the door, he exclaimed: "No. I want to come with you." She looked back, and said in a very commanding tone, and with an expression of authority up... | Rodney time to recover himself. Perhaps, for he was a very vain man, he was more hurt that Henry had seen him rebuffed than by the rebuff itself. He was in love with Katharine, and vanity is not decreased but increased by love; especially, one may hazard, in the presence of one s own sex. But Rodney enjoyed the courage... | Night And Day |
he replied. | No speaker | get on in that society,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>"I don t think I | don t think I should get on in that society,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>"I don t think I should know what to say | have condemned the speaker irreparably. He began, in short, to wonder what kind of creature this man who was to marry his cousin might be. Could any one, except a rather singular character, afford to be so ridiculously vain? "I don t think I should get on in that society,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>"I don t think I ... | the women are ravishing." "The women?" Henry thought to himself, with disgust. "What could any woman see in you?" His tolerance was rapidly becoming exhausted, but he could not help liking Rodney nevertheless, and this appeared to him strange, for he was fastidious, and such words in another mouth would have condemned ... | you, wasn t he? He married old Lord Bolham s daughter. Very nice people in their way." "I don t mix in that society," Henry remarked, rather shortly. But Rodney, now started on an agreeable current of reflection, could not resist the temptation of pursuing it a little further. He appeared to himself as a man who moved ... | bankrupt." "Which Stanham would that be? Verney or Alfred?" "Alfred.... I don t hunt myself. You re a great huntsman, aren t you? You have a great reputation as a horseman, anyhow," he added, desiring to help Rodney in his effort to recover his complacency. "Oh, I love riding," Rodney replied. "Could I get a horse down... | precisely cordial. Rodney evidently hesitated as to the course he should pursue, but seeing Katharine at the door, he exclaimed: "No. I want to come with you." She looked back, and said in a very commanding tone, and with an expression of authority upon her face: "It s useless for you to come. I shall go to bed in ten ... | it is natural or assumed, women have a peculiar blindness to the feelings of men. The penciling of this note gave Rodney time to recover himself. Perhaps, for he was a very vain man, he was more hurt that Henry had seen him rebuffed than by the rebuff itself. He was in love with Katharine, and vanity is not decreased b... | Night And Day |
"I don t think I should know what to say to Lady Rose if I met her." | Henry Otway | in that society," he replied.<|quote|>"I don t think I should know what to say to Lady Rose if I met her."</|quote|>"I don t find any | think I should get on in that society," he replied.<|quote|>"I don t think I should know what to say to Lady Rose if I met her."</|quote|>"I don t find any difficulty," Rodney chuckled. "You talk | the speaker irreparably. He began, in short, to wonder what kind of creature this man who was to marry his cousin might be. Could any one, except a rather singular character, afford to be so ridiculously vain? "I don t think I should get on in that society," he replied.<|quote|>"I don t think I should know what to say ... | are ravishing." "The women?" Henry thought to himself, with disgust. "What could any woman see in you?" His tolerance was rapidly becoming exhausted, but he could not help liking Rodney nevertheless, and this appeared to him strange, for he was fastidious, and such words in another mouth would have condemned the speake... | t he? He married old Lord Bolham s daughter. Very nice people in their way." "I don t mix in that society," Henry remarked, rather shortly. But Rodney, now started on an agreeable current of reflection, could not resist the temptation of pursuing it a little further. He appeared to himself as a man who moved easily in ... | Stanham would that be? Verney or Alfred?" "Alfred.... I don t hunt myself. You re a great huntsman, aren t you? You have a great reputation as a horseman, anyhow," he added, desiring to help Rodney in his effort to recover his complacency. "Oh, I love riding," Rodney replied. "Could I get a horse down here? Stupid of m... | Rodney evidently hesitated as to the course he should pursue, but seeing Katharine at the door, he exclaimed: "No. I want to come with you." She looked back, and said in a very commanding tone, and with an expression of authority upon her face: "It s useless for you to come. I shall go to bed in ten minutes. Good night... | good hunting? Let me see, what pack would it be? Who s your great man?" "Sir William Budge, the sugar king, has the biggest estate. He bought out poor Stanham, who went bankrupt." "Which Stanham would that be? Verney or Alfred?" "Alfred.... I don t hunt myself. You re a great huntsman, aren t you? You have a great repu... | Night And Day |
"I don t find any difficulty," | William Rodney | Rose if I met her."<|quote|>"I don t find any difficulty,"</|quote|>Rodney chuckled. "You talk to | what to say to Lady Rose if I met her."<|quote|>"I don t find any difficulty,"</|quote|>Rodney chuckled. "You talk to them about their children, if | to marry his cousin might be. Could any one, except a rather singular character, afford to be so ridiculously vain? "I don t think I should get on in that society," he replied. "I don t think I should know what to say to Lady Rose if I met her."<|quote|>"I don t find any difficulty,"</|quote|>Rodney chuckled. "You talk... | His tolerance was rapidly becoming exhausted, but he could not help liking Rodney nevertheless, and this appeared to him strange, for he was fastidious, and such words in another mouth would have condemned the speaker irreparably. He began, in short, to wonder what kind of creature this man who was to marry his cousin ... | t mix in that society," Henry remarked, rather shortly. But Rodney, now started on an agreeable current of reflection, could not resist the temptation of pursuing it a little further. He appeared to himself as a man who moved easily in very good society, and knew enough about the true values of life to be himself above... | huntsman, aren t you? You have a great reputation as a horseman, anyhow," he added, desiring to help Rodney in his effort to recover his complacency. "Oh, I love riding," Rodney replied. "Could I get a horse down here? Stupid of me! I forgot to bring any clothes. I can t imagine, though, who told you I was anything of ... | exclaimed: "No. I want to come with you." She looked back, and said in a very commanding tone, and with an expression of authority upon her face: "It s useless for you to come. I shall go to bed in ten minutes. Good night." She nodded to them both, but Henry could not help noticing that her last nod was in his directio... | down here? Stupid of me! I forgot to bring any clothes. I can t imagine, though, who told you I was anything of a rider?" To tell the truth, Henry labored under the same difficulty; he did not wish to introduce Katharine s name, and, therefore, he replied vaguely that he had always heard that Rodney was a great rider. ... | Night And Day |
Rodney chuckled. | No speaker | don t find any difficulty,"<|quote|>Rodney chuckled.</|quote|>"You talk to them about | if I met her." "I don t find any difficulty,"<|quote|>Rodney chuckled.</|quote|>"You talk to them about their children, if they have | Could any one, except a rather singular character, afford to be so ridiculously vain? "I don t think I should get on in that society," he replied. "I don t think I should know what to say to Lady Rose if I met her." "I don t find any difficulty,"<|quote|>Rodney chuckled.</|quote|>"You talk to them about their children,... | but he could not help liking Rodney nevertheless, and this appeared to him strange, for he was fastidious, and such words in another mouth would have condemned the speaker irreparably. He began, in short, to wonder what kind of creature this man who was to marry his cousin might be. Could any one, except a rather singu... | remarked, rather shortly. But Rodney, now started on an agreeable current of reflection, could not resist the temptation of pursuing it a little further. He appeared to himself as a man who moved easily in very good society, and knew enough about the true values of life to be himself above it. "Oh, but you should," he ... | a great reputation as a horseman, anyhow," he added, desiring to help Rodney in his effort to recover his complacency. "Oh, I love riding," Rodney replied. "Could I get a horse down here? Stupid of me! I forgot to bring any clothes. I can t imagine, though, who told you I was anything of a rider?" To tell the truth, He... | with you." She looked back, and said in a very commanding tone, and with an expression of authority upon her face: "It s useless for you to come. I shall go to bed in ten minutes. Good night." She nodded to them both, but Henry could not help noticing that her last nod was in his direction. Rodney sat down rather heavi... | not decreased but increased by love; especially, one may hazard, in the presence of one s own sex. But Rodney enjoyed the courage which springs from that laughable and lovable defect, and when he had mastered his first impulse, in some way to make a fool of himself, he drew inspiration from the perfect fit of his eveni... | Night And Day |
"You talk to them about their children, if they have any, or their accomplishments painting, gardening, poetry they re so delightfully sympathetic. Seriously, you know I think a woman s opinion of one s poetry is always worth having. Don t ask them for their reasons. Just ask them for their feelings. Katharine, for exa... | William Rodney | find any difficulty," Rodney chuckled.<|quote|>"You talk to them about their children, if they have any, or their accomplishments painting, gardening, poetry they re so delightfully sympathetic. Seriously, you know I think a woman s opinion of one s poetry is always worth having. Don t ask them for their reasons. Just ... | met her." "I don t find any difficulty," Rodney chuckled.<|quote|>"You talk to them about their children, if they have any, or their accomplishments painting, gardening, poetry they re so delightfully sympathetic. Seriously, you know I think a woman s opinion of one s poetry is always worth having. Don t ask them for t... | one, except a rather singular character, afford to be so ridiculously vain? "I don t think I should get on in that society," he replied. "I don t think I should know what to say to Lady Rose if I met her." "I don t find any difficulty," Rodney chuckled.<|quote|>"You talk to them about their children, if they have any, ... | could not help liking Rodney nevertheless, and this appeared to him strange, for he was fastidious, and such words in another mouth would have condemned the speaker irreparably. He began, in short, to wonder what kind of creature this man who was to marry his cousin might be. Could any one, except a rather singular cha... | shortly. But Rodney, now started on an agreeable current of reflection, could not resist the temptation of pursuing it a little further. He appeared to himself as a man who moved easily in very good society, and knew enough about the true values of life to be himself above it. "Oh, but you should," he went on. "It s we... | reputation as a horseman, anyhow," he added, desiring to help Rodney in his effort to recover his complacency. "Oh, I love riding," Rodney replied. "Could I get a horse down here? Stupid of me! I forgot to bring any clothes. I can t imagine, though, who told you I was anything of a rider?" To tell the truth, Henry labo... | She looked back, and said in a very commanding tone, and with an expression of authority upon her face: "It s useless for you to come. I shall go to bed in ten minutes. Good night." She nodded to them both, but Henry could not help noticing that her last nod was in his direction. Rodney sat down rather heavily. His mor... | first impulse, in some way to make a fool of himself, he drew inspiration from the perfect fit of his evening dress. He chose a cigarette, tapped it on the back of his hand, displayed his exquisite pumps on the edge of the fender, and summoned his self-respect. "You ve several big estates round here, Otway," he began. ... | Night And Day |
"Katharine," | Henry Otway | their feelings. Katharine, for example"<|quote|>"Katharine,"</|quote|>said Henry, with an emphasis | reasons. Just ask them for their feelings. Katharine, for example"<|quote|>"Katharine,"</|quote|>said Henry, with an emphasis upon the name, almost as | their children, if they have any, or their accomplishments painting, gardening, poetry they re so delightfully sympathetic. Seriously, you know I think a woman s opinion of one s poetry is always worth having. Don t ask them for their reasons. Just ask them for their feelings. Katharine, for example"<|quote|>"Katharine... | character, afford to be so ridiculously vain? "I don t think I should get on in that society," he replied. "I don t think I should know what to say to Lady Rose if I met her." "I don t find any difficulty," Rodney chuckled. "You talk to them about their children, if they have any, or their accomplishments painting, gar... | went on. "It s well worth staying there, anyhow, once a year. They make one very comfortable, and the women are ravishing." "The women?" Henry thought to himself, with disgust. "What could any woman see in you?" His tolerance was rapidly becoming exhausted, but he could not help liking Rodney nevertheless, and this app... | tell the truth, Henry labored under the same difficulty; he did not wish to introduce Katharine s name, and, therefore, he replied vaguely that he had always heard that Rodney was a great rider. In truth, he had heard very little about him, one way or another, accepting him as a figure often to be found in the backgrou... | Rodney sat down rather heavily. His mortification was so obvious that Henry scarcely liked to open the conversation with some remark of a literary character. On the other hand, unless he checked him, Rodney might begin to talk about his feelings, and irreticence is apt to be extremely painful, at any rate in prospect. ... | it. "Oh, but you should," he went on. "It s well worth staying there, anyhow, once a year. They make one very comfortable, and the women are ravishing." "The women?" Henry thought to himself, with disgust. "What could any woman see in you?" His tolerance was rapidly becoming exhausted, but he could not help liking Rodn... | Night And Day |
said Henry, with an emphasis upon the name, almost as if he resented Rodney s use of it, | No speaker | feelings. Katharine, for example" "Katharine,"<|quote|>said Henry, with an emphasis upon the name, almost as if he resented Rodney s use of it,</|quote|>"Katharine is very unlike most | Just ask them for their feelings. Katharine, for example" "Katharine,"<|quote|>said Henry, with an emphasis upon the name, almost as if he resented Rodney s use of it,</|quote|>"Katharine is very unlike most women." "Quite," Rodney agreed. "She | children, if they have any, or their accomplishments painting, gardening, poetry they re so delightfully sympathetic. Seriously, you know I think a woman s opinion of one s poetry is always worth having. Don t ask them for their reasons. Just ask them for their feelings. Katharine, for example" "Katharine,"<|quote|>sai... | afford to be so ridiculously vain? "I don t think I should get on in that society," he replied. "I don t think I should know what to say to Lady Rose if I met her." "I don t find any difficulty," Rodney chuckled. "You talk to them about their children, if they have any, or their accomplishments painting, gardening, poe... | on. "It s well worth staying there, anyhow, once a year. They make one very comfortable, and the women are ravishing." "The women?" Henry thought to himself, with disgust. "What could any woman see in you?" His tolerance was rapidly becoming exhausted, but he could not help liking Rodney nevertheless, and this appeared... | the truth, Henry labored under the same difficulty; he did not wish to introduce Katharine s name, and, therefore, he replied vaguely that he had always heard that Rodney was a great rider. In truth, he had heard very little about him, one way or another, accepting him as a figure often to be found in the background at... | sat down rather heavily. His mortification was so obvious that Henry scarcely liked to open the conversation with some remark of a literary character. On the other hand, unless he checked him, Rodney might begin to talk about his feelings, and irreticence is apt to be extremely painful, at any rate in prospect. He ther... | inevitably, though inexplicably, engaged to his cousin. "I don t care much for shooting," Rodney continued; "but one has to do it, unless one wants to be altogether out of things. I dare say there s some very pretty country round here. I stayed once at Bolham Hall. Young Cranthorpe was up with you, wasn t he? He marrie... | Night And Day |
"Katharine is very unlike most women." | Henry Otway | Rodney s use of it,<|quote|>"Katharine is very unlike most women."</|quote|>"Quite," Rodney agreed. "She is" | almost as if he resented Rodney s use of it,<|quote|>"Katharine is very unlike most women."</|quote|>"Quite," Rodney agreed. "She is" He seemed about to describe | know I think a woman s opinion of one s poetry is always worth having. Don t ask them for their reasons. Just ask them for their feelings. Katharine, for example" "Katharine," said Henry, with an emphasis upon the name, almost as if he resented Rodney s use of it,<|quote|>"Katharine is very unlike most women."</|quote|... | replied. "I don t think I should know what to say to Lady Rose if I met her." "I don t find any difficulty," Rodney chuckled. "You talk to them about their children, if they have any, or their accomplishments painting, gardening, poetry they re so delightfully sympathetic. Seriously, you know I think a woman s opinion ... | women are ravishing." "The women?" Henry thought to himself, with disgust. "What could any woman see in you?" His tolerance was rapidly becoming exhausted, but he could not help liking Rodney nevertheless, and this appeared to him strange, for he was fastidious, and such words in another mouth would have condemned the ... | therefore, he replied vaguely that he had always heard that Rodney was a great rider. In truth, he had heard very little about him, one way or another, accepting him as a figure often to be found in the background at his aunt s house, and inevitably, though inexplicably, engaged to his cousin. "I don t care much for sh... | some remark of a literary character. On the other hand, unless he checked him, Rodney might begin to talk about his feelings, and irreticence is apt to be extremely painful, at any rate in prospect. He therefore adopted a middle course; that is to say, he wrote a note upon the fly-leaf of his book, which ran, "The situ... | up with you, wasn t he? He married old Lord Bolham s daughter. Very nice people in their way." "I don t mix in that society," Henry remarked, rather shortly. But Rodney, now started on an agreeable current of reflection, could not resist the temptation of pursuing it a little further. He appeared to himself as a man wh... | Night And Day |
"Quite," | William Rodney | is very unlike most women."<|quote|>"Quite,"</|quote|>Rodney agreed. "She is" He | s use of it, "Katharine is very unlike most women."<|quote|>"Quite,"</|quote|>Rodney agreed. "She is" He seemed about to describe her, | opinion of one s poetry is always worth having. Don t ask them for their reasons. Just ask them for their feelings. Katharine, for example" "Katharine," said Henry, with an emphasis upon the name, almost as if he resented Rodney s use of it, "Katharine is very unlike most women."<|quote|>"Quite,"</|quote|>Rodney agreed... | should know what to say to Lady Rose if I met her." "I don t find any difficulty," Rodney chuckled. "You talk to them about their children, if they have any, or their accomplishments painting, gardening, poetry they re so delightfully sympathetic. Seriously, you know I think a woman s opinion of one s poetry is always ... | thought to himself, with disgust. "What could any woman see in you?" His tolerance was rapidly becoming exhausted, but he could not help liking Rodney nevertheless, and this appeared to him strange, for he was fastidious, and such words in another mouth would have condemned the speaker irreparably. He began, in short, ... | had always heard that Rodney was a great rider. In truth, he had heard very little about him, one way or another, accepting him as a figure often to be found in the background at his aunt s house, and inevitably, though inexplicably, engaged to his cousin. "I don t care much for shooting," Rodney continued; "but one ha... | On the other hand, unless he checked him, Rodney might begin to talk about his feelings, and irreticence is apt to be extremely painful, at any rate in prospect. He therefore adopted a middle course; that is to say, he wrote a note upon the fly-leaf of his book, which ran, "The situation is becoming most uncomfortable.... | rather shortly. But Rodney, now started on an agreeable current of reflection, could not resist the temptation of pursuing it a little further. He appeared to himself as a man who moved easily in very good society, and knew enough about the true values of life to be himself above it. "Oh, but you should," he went on. "... | Night And Day |
Rodney agreed. | No speaker | very unlike most women." "Quite,"<|quote|>Rodney agreed.</|quote|>"She is" He seemed about | use of it, "Katharine is very unlike most women." "Quite,"<|quote|>Rodney agreed.</|quote|>"She is" He seemed about to describe her, and he | of one s poetry is always worth having. Don t ask them for their reasons. Just ask them for their feelings. Katharine, for example" "Katharine," said Henry, with an emphasis upon the name, almost as if he resented Rodney s use of it, "Katharine is very unlike most women." "Quite,"<|quote|>Rodney agreed.</|quote|>"She i... | know what to say to Lady Rose if I met her." "I don t find any difficulty," Rodney chuckled. "You talk to them about their children, if they have any, or their accomplishments painting, gardening, poetry they re so delightfully sympathetic. Seriously, you know I think a woman s opinion of one s poetry is always worth h... | to himself, with disgust. "What could any woman see in you?" His tolerance was rapidly becoming exhausted, but he could not help liking Rodney nevertheless, and this appeared to him strange, for he was fastidious, and such words in another mouth would have condemned the speaker irreparably. He began, in short, to wonde... | always heard that Rodney was a great rider. In truth, he had heard very little about him, one way or another, accepting him as a figure often to be found in the background at his aunt s house, and inevitably, though inexplicably, engaged to his cousin. "I don t care much for shooting," Rodney continued; "but one has to... | the other hand, unless he checked him, Rodney might begin to talk about his feelings, and irreticence is apt to be extremely painful, at any rate in prospect. He therefore adopted a middle course; that is to say, he wrote a note upon the fly-leaf of his book, which ran, "The situation is becoming most uncomfortable." T... | for shooting," Rodney continued; "but one has to do it, unless one wants to be altogether out of things. I dare say there s some very pretty country round here. I stayed once at Bolham Hall. Young Cranthorpe was up with you, wasn t he? He married old Lord Bolham s daughter. Very nice people in their way." "I don t mix ... | Night And Day |
"She is" | William Rodney | most women." "Quite," Rodney agreed.<|quote|>"She is"</|quote|>He seemed about to describe | it, "Katharine is very unlike most women." "Quite," Rodney agreed.<|quote|>"She is"</|quote|>He seemed about to describe her, and he hesitated for | s poetry is always worth having. Don t ask them for their reasons. Just ask them for their feelings. Katharine, for example" "Katharine," said Henry, with an emphasis upon the name, almost as if he resented Rodney s use of it, "Katharine is very unlike most women." "Quite," Rodney agreed.<|quote|>"She is"</|quote|>He s... | to say to Lady Rose if I met her." "I don t find any difficulty," Rodney chuckled. "You talk to them about their children, if they have any, or their accomplishments painting, gardening, poetry they re so delightfully sympathetic. Seriously, you know I think a woman s opinion of one s poetry is always worth having. Don... | with disgust. "What could any woman see in you?" His tolerance was rapidly becoming exhausted, but he could not help liking Rodney nevertheless, and this appeared to him strange, for he was fastidious, and such words in another mouth would have condemned the speaker irreparably. He began, in short, to wonder what kind ... | that Rodney was a great rider. In truth, he had heard very little about him, one way or another, accepting him as a figure often to be found in the background at his aunt s house, and inevitably, though inexplicably, engaged to his cousin. "I don t care much for shooting," Rodney continued; "but one has to do it, unles... | hand, unless he checked him, Rodney might begin to talk about his feelings, and irreticence is apt to be extremely painful, at any rate in prospect. He therefore adopted a middle course; that is to say, he wrote a note upon the fly-leaf of his book, which ran, "The situation is becoming most uncomfortable." This he dec... | t care much for shooting," Rodney continued; "but one has to do it, unless one wants to be altogether out of things. I dare say there s some very pretty country round here. I stayed once at Bolham Hall. Young Cranthorpe was up with you, wasn t he? He married old Lord Bolham s daughter. Very nice people in their way." "... | Night And Day |
He seemed about to describe her, and he hesitated for a long time. | No speaker | "Quite," Rodney agreed. "She is"<|quote|>He seemed about to describe her, and he hesitated for a long time.</|quote|>"She s looking very well," | is very unlike most women." "Quite," Rodney agreed. "She is"<|quote|>He seemed about to describe her, and he hesitated for a long time.</|quote|>"She s looking very well," he stated, or rather almost | is always worth having. Don t ask them for their reasons. Just ask them for their feelings. Katharine, for example" "Katharine," said Henry, with an emphasis upon the name, almost as if he resented Rodney s use of it, "Katharine is very unlike most women." "Quite," Rodney agreed. "She is"<|quote|>He seemed about to des... | to Lady Rose if I met her." "I don t find any difficulty," Rodney chuckled. "You talk to them about their children, if they have any, or their accomplishments painting, gardening, poetry they re so delightfully sympathetic. Seriously, you know I think a woman s opinion of one s poetry is always worth having. Don t ask ... | "What could any woman see in you?" His tolerance was rapidly becoming exhausted, but he could not help liking Rodney nevertheless, and this appeared to him strange, for he was fastidious, and such words in another mouth would have condemned the speaker irreparably. He began, in short, to wonder what kind of creature th... | was a great rider. In truth, he had heard very little about him, one way or another, accepting him as a figure often to be found in the background at his aunt s house, and inevitably, though inexplicably, engaged to his cousin. "I don t care much for shooting," Rodney continued; "but one has to do it, unless one wants ... | he checked him, Rodney might begin to talk about his feelings, and irreticence is apt to be extremely painful, at any rate in prospect. He therefore adopted a middle course; that is to say, he wrote a note upon the fly-leaf of his book, which ran, "The situation is becoming most uncomfortable." This he decorated with t... | that society," Henry remarked, rather shortly. But Rodney, now started on an agreeable current of reflection, could not resist the temptation of pursuing it a little further. He appeared to himself as a man who moved easily in very good society, and knew enough about the true values of life to be himself above it. "Oh,... | Night And Day |
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