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"I m sure one would think such beautiful things if one lived in the country. No horrid slum houses to depress one, no trams or motor-cars; and the people all looking so plump and cheerful. Isn t there some little cottage near you, Charlotte, which would do for us, with a spare room, perhaps, in case we asked a friend d... | Mrs. Hilbery | looking out of the window.<|quote|>"I m sure one would think such beautiful things if one lived in the country. No horrid slum houses to depress one, no trams or motor-cars; and the people all looking so plump and cheerful. Isn t there some little cottage near you, Charlotte, which would do for us, with a spare room, p... | exclaimed Mrs. Hilbery, once more looking out of the window.<|quote|>"I m sure one would think such beautiful things if one lived in the country. No horrid slum houses to depress one, no trams or motor-cars; and the people all looking so plump and cheerful. Isn t there some little cottage near you, Charlotte, which wou... | and imaginative temperament. She had always been more interested by other things. Lady Otway, strange though it seemed, guessed more accurately at Katharine s state of mind than her mother did. "Why don t we all live in the country?" exclaimed Mrs. Hilbery, once more looking out of the window.<|quote|>"I m sure one wou... | or that elder people are as much affected by the young as the young are by them. And yet it was true that love passion whatever one chose to call it, had played far less part in Mrs. Hilbery s life than might have seemed likely, judging from her enthusiastic and imaginative temperament. She had always been more interes... | to our feelings as individuals, and Katharine knew that only some one of her own age could follow her meaning. Both these elderly women seemed to her to have been content with so little happiness, and at the moment she had not sufficient force to feel certain that their version of marriage was the wrong one. In London,... | wanted to get this said while her sister-in-law s attention was diverted. "And if not well then, my advice would be don t marry." "Oh, but marriage is the happiest life for a woman," said Mrs. Hilbery, catching the word marriage, as she brought her eyes back to the room again. Then she turned her mind to what she had s... | distraction came her way. Her attitude towards the poet s life, however, had changed with other changes; and she was content to forget all about her scheme of hours. Mrs. Hilbery was secretly delighted. Her relief at finding herself excused manifested itself in a series of sidelong glances of sly humor in her daughter ... | but marriage is the happiest life for a woman," said Mrs. Hilbery, catching the word marriage, as she brought her eyes back to the room again. Then she turned her mind to what she had said. "It s the most _interesting_ life," she corrected herself. She looked at her daughter with a look of vague alarm. It was the kind ... | Night And Day |
"Yes. You would find it very nice for a week or two, no doubt," | Lady Otway | should be able to travel"<|quote|>"Yes. You would find it very nice for a week or two, no doubt,"</|quote|>said Lady Otway. "But what | so much money that we should be able to travel"<|quote|>"Yes. You would find it very nice for a week or two, no doubt,"</|quote|>said Lady Otway. "But what hour would you like the | motor-cars; and the people all looking so plump and cheerful. Isn t there some little cottage near you, Charlotte, which would do for us, with a spare room, perhaps, in case we asked a friend down? And we should save so much money that we should be able to travel"<|quote|>"Yes. You would find it very nice for a week or... | of mind than her mother did. "Why don t we all live in the country?" exclaimed Mrs. Hilbery, once more looking out of the window. "I m sure one would think such beautiful things if one lived in the country. No horrid slum houses to depress one, no trams or motor-cars; and the people all looking so plump and cheerful. I... | changed? Why did it now depress her? It never occurred to her that her own conduct could be anything of a puzzle to her mother, or that elder people are as much affected by the young as the young are by them. And yet it was true that love passion whatever one chose to call it, had played far less part in Mrs. Hilbery s... | with a look of vague alarm. It was the kind of maternal scrutiny which suggests that, in looking at her daughter a mother is really looking at herself. She was not altogether satisfied; but she purposely made no attempt to break down the reserve which, as a matter of fact, was a quality she particularly admired and dep... | talk? It was so much pleasanter to sit in a nice room filled with all sorts of interesting odds and ends which she hadn t looked at for a year, at least, than to seek out one date which contradicted another in a dictionary. "We ve all had perfect husbands," she concluded, generously forgiving Sir Francis all his faults... | was not much interested in these remarks, which seemed to have a melancholy tendency, and to revive her spirits she had recourse to an infallible remedy she looked out of the window. "Do look at that lovely little blue bird!" she exclaimed, and her eye looked with extreme pleasure at the soft sky. at the trees, at the ... | Night And Day |
said Lady Otway. | No speaker | week or two, no doubt,"<|quote|>said Lady Otway.</|quote|>"But what hour would you | it very nice for a week or two, no doubt,"<|quote|>said Lady Otway.</|quote|>"But what hour would you like the carriage this morning?" | little cottage near you, Charlotte, which would do for us, with a spare room, perhaps, in case we asked a friend down? And we should save so much money that we should be able to travel" "Yes. You would find it very nice for a week or two, no doubt,"<|quote|>said Lady Otway.</|quote|>"But what hour would you like the ca... | country?" exclaimed Mrs. Hilbery, once more looking out of the window. "I m sure one would think such beautiful things if one lived in the country. No horrid slum houses to depress one, no trams or motor-cars; and the people all looking so plump and cheerful. Isn t there some little cottage near you, Charlotte, which w... | own conduct could be anything of a puzzle to her mother, or that elder people are as much affected by the young as the young are by them. And yet it was true that love passion whatever one chose to call it, had played far less part in Mrs. Hilbery s life than might have seemed likely, judging from her enthusiastic and ... | suggests that, in looking at her daughter a mother is really looking at herself. She was not altogether satisfied; but she purposely made no attempt to break down the reserve which, as a matter of fact, was a quality she particularly admired and depended upon in her daughter. But when her mother said that marriage was ... | all sorts of interesting odds and ends which she hadn t looked at for a year, at least, than to seek out one date which contradicted another in a dictionary. "We ve all had perfect husbands," she concluded, generously forgiving Sir Francis all his faults in a lump. "Not that I think a bad temper is really a fault in a ... | seemed to her to have been content with so little happiness, and at the moment she had not sufficient force to feel certain that their version of marriage was the wrong one. In London, certainly, this temperate attitude toward her own marriage had seemed to her just. Why had she now changed? Why did it now depress her?... | Night And Day |
"But what hour would you like the carriage this morning?" | Lady Otway | no doubt," said Lady Otway.<|quote|>"But what hour would you like the carriage this morning?"</|quote|>she continued, touching the bell. | for a week or two, no doubt," said Lady Otway.<|quote|>"But what hour would you like the carriage this morning?"</|quote|>she continued, touching the bell. "Katharine shall decide," said Mrs. | you, Charlotte, which would do for us, with a spare room, perhaps, in case we asked a friend down? And we should save so much money that we should be able to travel" "Yes. You would find it very nice for a week or two, no doubt," said Lady Otway.<|quote|>"But what hour would you like the carriage this morning?"</|quote... | Hilbery, once more looking out of the window. "I m sure one would think such beautiful things if one lived in the country. No horrid slum houses to depress one, no trams or motor-cars; and the people all looking so plump and cheerful. Isn t there some little cottage near you, Charlotte, which would do for us, with a sp... | be anything of a puzzle to her mother, or that elder people are as much affected by the young as the young are by them. And yet it was true that love passion whatever one chose to call it, had played far less part in Mrs. Hilbery s life than might have seemed likely, judging from her enthusiastic and imaginative temper... | looking at her daughter a mother is really looking at herself. She was not altogether satisfied; but she purposely made no attempt to break down the reserve which, as a matter of fact, was a quality she particularly admired and depended upon in her daughter. But when her mother said that marriage was the most interesti... | interesting odds and ends which she hadn t looked at for a year, at least, than to seek out one date which contradicted another in a dictionary. "We ve all had perfect husbands," she concluded, generously forgiving Sir Francis all his faults in a lump. "Not that I think a bad temper is really a fault in a man. I don t ... | quality she particularly admired and depended upon in her daughter. But when her mother said that marriage was the most interesting life, Katharine felt, as she was apt to do suddenly, for no definite reason, that they understood each other, in spite of differing in every possible way. Yet the wisdom of the old seems t... | Night And Day |
she continued, touching the bell. | No speaker | like the carriage this morning?"<|quote|>she continued, touching the bell.</|quote|>"Katharine shall decide," said Mrs. | "But what hour would you like the carriage this morning?"<|quote|>she continued, touching the bell.</|quote|>"Katharine shall decide," said Mrs. Hilbery, feeling herself unable to | room, perhaps, in case we asked a friend down? And we should save so much money that we should be able to travel" "Yes. You would find it very nice for a week or two, no doubt," said Lady Otway. "But what hour would you like the carriage this morning?"<|quote|>she continued, touching the bell.</|quote|>"Katharine shall... | sure one would think such beautiful things if one lived in the country. No horrid slum houses to depress one, no trams or motor-cars; and the people all looking so plump and cheerful. Isn t there some little cottage near you, Charlotte, which would do for us, with a spare room, perhaps, in case we asked a friend down? ... | elder people are as much affected by the young as the young are by them. And yet it was true that love passion whatever one chose to call it, had played far less part in Mrs. Hilbery s life than might have seemed likely, judging from her enthusiastic and imaginative temperament. She had always been more interested by o... | herself. She was not altogether satisfied; but she purposely made no attempt to break down the reserve which, as a matter of fact, was a quality she particularly admired and depended upon in her daughter. But when her mother said that marriage was the most interesting life, Katharine felt, as she was apt to do suddenly... | for a year, at least, than to seek out one date which contradicted another in a dictionary. "We ve all had perfect husbands," she concluded, generously forgiving Sir Francis all his faults in a lump. "Not that I think a bad temper is really a fault in a man. I don t mean a bad temper," she corrected herself, with a gla... | eyes back to the room again. Then she turned her mind to what she had said. "It s the most _interesting_ life," she corrected herself. She looked at her daughter with a look of vague alarm. It was the kind of maternal scrutiny which suggests that, in looking at her daughter a mother is really looking at herself. She wa... | Night And Day |
"Katharine shall decide," | Mrs. Hilbery | she continued, touching the bell.<|quote|>"Katharine shall decide,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Hilbery, feeling herself | like the carriage this morning?" she continued, touching the bell.<|quote|>"Katharine shall decide,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Hilbery, feeling herself unable to prefer one hour | asked a friend down? And we should save so much money that we should be able to travel" "Yes. You would find it very nice for a week or two, no doubt," said Lady Otway. "But what hour would you like the carriage this morning?" she continued, touching the bell.<|quote|>"Katharine shall decide,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Hilber... | beautiful things if one lived in the country. No horrid slum houses to depress one, no trams or motor-cars; and the people all looking so plump and cheerful. Isn t there some little cottage near you, Charlotte, which would do for us, with a spare room, perhaps, in case we asked a friend down? And we should save so much... | affected by the young as the young are by them. And yet it was true that love passion whatever one chose to call it, had played far less part in Mrs. Hilbery s life than might have seemed likely, judging from her enthusiastic and imaginative temperament. She had always been more interested by other things. Lady Otway, ... | satisfied; but she purposely made no attempt to break down the reserve which, as a matter of fact, was a quality she particularly admired and depended upon in her daughter. But when her mother said that marriage was the most interesting life, Katharine felt, as she was apt to do suddenly, for no definite reason, that t... | than to seek out one date which contradicted another in a dictionary. "We ve all had perfect husbands," she concluded, generously forgiving Sir Francis all his faults in a lump. "Not that I think a bad temper is really a fault in a man. I don t mean a bad temper," she corrected herself, with a glance obviously in the d... | "Most women know by instinct whether they can give it or not," Lady Otway slipped in quickly, in rather a low voice, as if she wanted to get this said while her sister-in-law s attention was diverted. "And if not well then, my advice would be don t marry." "Oh, but marriage is the happiest life for a woman," said Mrs. ... | Night And Day |
said Mrs. Hilbery, feeling herself unable to prefer one hour to another. | No speaker | the bell. "Katharine shall decide,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Hilbery, feeling herself unable to prefer one hour to another.</|quote|>"And I was just going | this morning?" she continued, touching the bell. "Katharine shall decide,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Hilbery, feeling herself unable to prefer one hour to another.</|quote|>"And I was just going to tell you, Katharine, how, | down? And we should save so much money that we should be able to travel" "Yes. You would find it very nice for a week or two, no doubt," said Lady Otway. "But what hour would you like the carriage this morning?" she continued, touching the bell. "Katharine shall decide,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Hilbery, feeling herself unabl... | one lived in the country. No horrid slum houses to depress one, no trams or motor-cars; and the people all looking so plump and cheerful. Isn t there some little cottage near you, Charlotte, which would do for us, with a spare room, perhaps, in case we asked a friend down? And we should save so much money that we shoul... | young as the young are by them. And yet it was true that love passion whatever one chose to call it, had played far less part in Mrs. Hilbery s life than might have seemed likely, judging from her enthusiastic and imaginative temperament. She had always been more interested by other things. Lady Otway, strange though i... | purposely made no attempt to break down the reserve which, as a matter of fact, was a quality she particularly admired and depended upon in her daughter. But when her mother said that marriage was the most interesting life, Katharine felt, as she was apt to do suddenly, for no definite reason, that they understood each... | out one date which contradicted another in a dictionary. "We ve all had perfect husbands," she concluded, generously forgiving Sir Francis all his faults in a lump. "Not that I think a bad temper is really a fault in a man. I don t mean a bad temper," she corrected herself, with a glance obviously in the direction of S... | upon in her daughter. But when her mother said that marriage was the most interesting life, Katharine felt, as she was apt to do suddenly, for no definite reason, that they understood each other, in spite of differing in every possible way. Yet the wisdom of the old seems to apply more to feelings which we have in comm... | Night And Day |
"And I was just going to tell you, Katharine, how, when I woke this morning, everything seemed so clear in my head that if I d had a pencil I believe I could have written quite a long chapter. When we re out on our drive I shall find us a house. A few trees round it, and a little garden, a pond with a Chinese duck, a s... | Mrs. Hilbery | prefer one hour to another.<|quote|>"And I was just going to tell you, Katharine, how, when I woke this morning, everything seemed so clear in my head that if I d had a pencil I believe I could have written quite a long chapter. When we re out on our drive I shall find us a house. A few trees round it, and a little gar... | Hilbery, feeling herself unable to prefer one hour to another.<|quote|>"And I was just going to tell you, Katharine, how, when I woke this morning, everything seemed so clear in my head that if I d had a pencil I believe I could have written quite a long chapter. When we re out on our drive I shall find us a house. A f... | able to travel" "Yes. You would find it very nice for a week or two, no doubt," said Lady Otway. "But what hour would you like the carriage this morning?" she continued, touching the bell. "Katharine shall decide," said Mrs. Hilbery, feeling herself unable to prefer one hour to another.<|quote|>"And I was just going to... | no trams or motor-cars; and the people all looking so plump and cheerful. Isn t there some little cottage near you, Charlotte, which would do for us, with a spare room, perhaps, in case we asked a friend down? And we should save so much money that we should be able to travel" "Yes. You would find it very nice for a wee... | that love passion whatever one chose to call it, had played far less part in Mrs. Hilbery s life than might have seemed likely, judging from her enthusiastic and imaginative temperament. She had always been more interested by other things. Lady Otway, strange though it seemed, guessed more accurately at Katharine s sta... | matter of fact, was a quality she particularly admired and depended upon in her daughter. But when her mother said that marriage was the most interesting life, Katharine felt, as she was apt to do suddenly, for no definite reason, that they understood each other, in spite of differing in every possible way. Yet the wis... | had perfect husbands," she concluded, generously forgiving Sir Francis all his faults in a lump. "Not that I think a bad temper is really a fault in a man. I don t mean a bad temper," she corrected herself, with a glance obviously in the direction of Sir Francis. "I should say a quick, impatient temper. Most, in fact _... | affected by the young as the young are by them. And yet it was true that love passion whatever one chose to call it, had played far less part in Mrs. Hilbery s life than might have seemed likely, judging from her enthusiastic and imaginative temperament. She had always been more interested by other things. Lady Otway, ... | Night And Day |
At this Katharine shivered a little, drew up to the fire, and warmed her hands by spreading them over the topmost peak of the coal. She wished to bring the talk back to marriage again, in order to hear Aunt Charlotte s views, but she did not know how to do this. | No speaker | ll be a married lady."<|quote|>At this Katharine shivered a little, drew up to the fire, and warmed her hands by spreading them over the topmost peak of the coal. She wished to bring the talk back to marriage again, in order to hear Aunt Charlotte s views, but she did not know how to do this.</|quote|>"Let me look at y... | for Katharine, because then she ll be a married lady."<|quote|>At this Katharine shivered a little, drew up to the fire, and warmed her hands by spreading them over the topmost peak of the coal. She wished to bring the talk back to marriage again, in order to hear Aunt Charlotte s views, but she did not know how to do ... | we re out on our drive I shall find us a house. A few trees round it, and a little garden, a pond with a Chinese duck, a study for your father, a study for me, and a sitting room for Katharine, because then she ll be a married lady."<|quote|>At this Katharine shivered a little, drew up to the fire, and warmed her hands... | Hilbery, feeling herself unable to prefer one hour to another. "And I was just going to tell you, Katharine, how, when I woke this morning, everything seemed so clear in my head that if I d had a pencil I believe I could have written quite a long chapter. When we re out on our drive I shall find us a house. A few trees... | in the country. No horrid slum houses to depress one, no trams or motor-cars; and the people all looking so plump and cheerful. Isn t there some little cottage near you, Charlotte, which would do for us, with a spare room, perhaps, in case we asked a friend down? And we should save so much money that we should be able ... | of her own age could follow her meaning. Both these elderly women seemed to her to have been content with so little happiness, and at the moment she had not sufficient force to feel certain that their version of marriage was the wrong one. In London, certainly, this temperate attitude toward her own marriage had seemed... | marriage, is it necessary to give way to one s husband?" said Katharine, taking no notice of her mother s suggestion, blind even to the depression which had now taken possession of her at the thought of her own inevitable death. "I should say yes, certainly," said Lady Otway, with a decision most unusual for her. "Then... | no attempt to break down the reserve which, as a matter of fact, was a quality she particularly admired and depended upon in her daughter. But when her mother said that marriage was the most interesting life, Katharine felt, as she was apt to do suddenly, for no definite reason, that they understood each other, in spit... | Night And Day |
"Let me look at your engagement-ring, Aunt Charlotte," | Katharine Hilbery | know how to do this.<|quote|>"Let me look at your engagement-ring, Aunt Charlotte,"</|quote|>she said, noticing her own. | views, but she did not know how to do this.<|quote|>"Let me look at your engagement-ring, Aunt Charlotte,"</|quote|>she said, noticing her own. She took the cluster of | Katharine shivered a little, drew up to the fire, and warmed her hands by spreading them over the topmost peak of the coal. She wished to bring the talk back to marriage again, in order to hear Aunt Charlotte s views, but she did not know how to do this.<|quote|>"Let me look at your engagement-ring, Aunt Charlotte,"</|... | out on our drive I shall find us a house. A few trees round it, and a little garden, a pond with a Chinese duck, a study for your father, a study for me, and a sitting room for Katharine, because then she ll be a married lady." At this Katharine shivered a little, drew up to the fire, and warmed her hands by spreading ... | save so much money that we should be able to travel" "Yes. You would find it very nice for a week or two, no doubt," said Lady Otway. "But what hour would you like the carriage this morning?" she continued, touching the bell. "Katharine shall decide," said Mrs. Hilbery, feeling herself unable to prefer one hour to anot... | own marriage had seemed to her just. Why had she now changed? Why did it now depress her? It never occurred to her that her own conduct could be anything of a puzzle to her mother, or that elder people are as much affected by the young as the young are by them. And yet it was true that love passion whatever one chose t... | most unusual for her. "Then one ought to make up one s mind to that before one is married," Katharine mused, seeming to address herself. Mrs. Hilbery was not much interested in these remarks, which seemed to have a melancholy tendency, and to revive her spirits she had recourse to an infallible remedy she looked out of... | break down the reserve which, as a matter of fact, was a quality she particularly admired and depended upon in her daughter. But when her mother said that marriage was the most interesting life, Katharine felt, as she was apt to do suddenly, for no definite reason, that they understood each other, in spite of differing... | Night And Day |
she said, noticing her own. She took the cluster of green stones and turned it round and round, but she did not know what to say next. | No speaker | at your engagement-ring, Aunt Charlotte,"<|quote|>she said, noticing her own. She took the cluster of green stones and turned it round and round, but she did not know what to say next.</|quote|>"That poor old ring was | do this. "Let me look at your engagement-ring, Aunt Charlotte,"<|quote|>she said, noticing her own. She took the cluster of green stones and turned it round and round, but she did not know what to say next.</|quote|>"That poor old ring was a sad disappointment to me | fire, and warmed her hands by spreading them over the topmost peak of the coal. She wished to bring the talk back to marriage again, in order to hear Aunt Charlotte s views, but she did not know how to do this. "Let me look at your engagement-ring, Aunt Charlotte,"<|quote|>she said, noticing her own. She took the clust... | a house. A few trees round it, and a little garden, a pond with a Chinese duck, a study for your father, a study for me, and a sitting room for Katharine, because then she ll be a married lady." At this Katharine shivered a little, drew up to the fire, and warmed her hands by spreading them over the topmost peak of the... | able to travel" "Yes. You would find it very nice for a week or two, no doubt," said Lady Otway. "But what hour would you like the carriage this morning?" she continued, touching the bell. "Katharine shall decide," said Mrs. Hilbery, feeling herself unable to prefer one hour to another. "And I was just going to tell yo... | had she now changed? Why did it now depress her? It never occurred to her that her own conduct could be anything of a puzzle to her mother, or that elder people are as much affected by the young as the young are by them. And yet it was true that love passion whatever one chose to call it, had played far less part in Mr... | make up one s mind to that before one is married," Katharine mused, seeming to address herself. Mrs. Hilbery was not much interested in these remarks, which seemed to have a melancholy tendency, and to revive her spirits she had recourse to an infallible remedy she looked out of the window. "Do look at that lovely litt... | in spite of differing in every possible way. Yet the wisdom of the old seems to apply more to feelings which we have in common with the rest of the human race than to our feelings as individuals, and Katharine knew that only some one of her own age could follow her meaning. Both these elderly women seemed to her to hav... | Night And Day |
"That poor old ring was a sad disappointment to me when I first had it," | Lady Otway | know what to say next.<|quote|>"That poor old ring was a sad disappointment to me when I first had it,"</|quote|>Lady Otway mused. "I d | round, but she did not know what to say next.<|quote|>"That poor old ring was a sad disappointment to me when I first had it,"</|quote|>Lady Otway mused. "I d set my heart on a | to hear Aunt Charlotte s views, but she did not know how to do this. "Let me look at your engagement-ring, Aunt Charlotte," she said, noticing her own. She took the cluster of green stones and turned it round and round, but she did not know what to say next.<|quote|>"That poor old ring was a sad disappointment to me wh... | a sitting room for Katharine, because then she ll be a married lady." At this Katharine shivered a little, drew up to the fire, and warmed her hands by spreading them over the topmost peak of the coal. She wished to bring the talk back to marriage again, in order to hear Aunt Charlotte s views, but she did not know how... | carriage this morning?" she continued, touching the bell. "Katharine shall decide," said Mrs. Hilbery, feeling herself unable to prefer one hour to another. "And I was just going to tell you, Katharine, how, when I woke this morning, everything seemed so clear in my head that if I d had a pencil I believe I could have ... | mother, or that elder people are as much affected by the young as the young are by them. And yet it was true that love passion whatever one chose to call it, had played far less part in Mrs. Hilbery s life than might have seemed likely, judging from her enthusiastic and imaginative temperament. She had always been more... | seemed to have a melancholy tendency, and to revive her spirits she had recourse to an infallible remedy she looked out of the window. "Do look at that lovely little blue bird!" she exclaimed, and her eye looked with extreme pleasure at the soft sky. at the trees, at the green fields visible behind those trees, and at ... | so plump and cheerful. Isn t there some little cottage near you, Charlotte, which would do for us, with a spare room, perhaps, in case we asked a friend down? And we should save so much money that we should be able to travel" "Yes. You would find it very nice for a week or two, no doubt," said Lady Otway. "But what hou... | Night And Day |
Lady Otway mused. | No speaker | when I first had it,"<|quote|>Lady Otway mused.</|quote|>"I d set my heart | a sad disappointment to me when I first had it,"<|quote|>Lady Otway mused.</|quote|>"I d set my heart on a diamond ring, but | "Let me look at your engagement-ring, Aunt Charlotte," she said, noticing her own. She took the cluster of green stones and turned it round and round, but she did not know what to say next. "That poor old ring was a sad disappointment to me when I first had it,"<|quote|>Lady Otway mused.</|quote|>"I d set my heart on a... | Katharine shivered a little, drew up to the fire, and warmed her hands by spreading them over the topmost peak of the coal. She wished to bring the talk back to marriage again, in order to hear Aunt Charlotte s views, but she did not know how to do this. "Let me look at your engagement-ring, Aunt Charlotte," she said, ... | herself unable to prefer one hour to another. "And I was just going to tell you, Katharine, how, when I woke this morning, everything seemed so clear in my head that if I d had a pencil I believe I could have written quite a long chapter. When we re out on our drive I shall find us a house. A few trees round it, and a ... | are by them. And yet it was true that love passion whatever one chose to call it, had played far less part in Mrs. Hilbery s life than might have seemed likely, judging from her enthusiastic and imaginative temperament. She had always been more interested by other things. Lady Otway, strange though it seemed, guessed m... | an infallible remedy she looked out of the window. "Do look at that lovely little blue bird!" she exclaimed, and her eye looked with extreme pleasure at the soft sky. at the trees, at the green fields visible behind those trees, and at the leafless branches which surrounded the body of the small blue tit. Her sympathy ... | the old seems to apply more to feelings which we have in common with the rest of the human race than to our feelings as individuals, and Katharine knew that only some one of her own age could follow her meaning. Both these elderly women seemed to her to have been content with so little happiness, and at the moment she ... | Night And Day |
"I d set my heart on a diamond ring, but I never liked to tell Frank, naturally. He bought it at Simla." | Lady Otway | had it," Lady Otway mused.<|quote|>"I d set my heart on a diamond ring, but I never liked to tell Frank, naturally. He bought it at Simla."</|quote|>Katharine turned the ring round | to me when I first had it," Lady Otway mused.<|quote|>"I d set my heart on a diamond ring, but I never liked to tell Frank, naturally. He bought it at Simla."</|quote|>Katharine turned the ring round once more, and gave it | at your engagement-ring, Aunt Charlotte," she said, noticing her own. She took the cluster of green stones and turned it round and round, but she did not know what to say next. "That poor old ring was a sad disappointment to me when I first had it," Lady Otway mused.<|quote|>"I d set my heart on a diamond ring, but I n... | little, drew up to the fire, and warmed her hands by spreading them over the topmost peak of the coal. She wished to bring the talk back to marriage again, in order to hear Aunt Charlotte s views, but she did not know how to do this. "Let me look at your engagement-ring, Aunt Charlotte," she said, noticing her own. She... | prefer one hour to another. "And I was just going to tell you, Katharine, how, when I woke this morning, everything seemed so clear in my head that if I d had a pencil I believe I could have written quite a long chapter. When we re out on our drive I shall find us a house. A few trees round it, and a little garden, a p... | And yet it was true that love passion whatever one chose to call it, had played far less part in Mrs. Hilbery s life than might have seemed likely, judging from her enthusiastic and imaginative temperament. She had always been more interested by other things. Lady Otway, strange though it seemed, guessed more accuratel... | she looked out of the window. "Do look at that lovely little blue bird!" she exclaimed, and her eye looked with extreme pleasure at the soft sky. at the trees, at the green fields visible behind those trees, and at the leafless branches which surrounded the body of the small blue tit. Her sympathy with nature was exqui... | could follow her meaning. Both these elderly women seemed to her to have been content with so little happiness, and at the moment she had not sufficient force to feel certain that their version of marriage was the wrong one. In London, certainly, this temperate attitude toward her own marriage had seemed to her just. W... | Night And Day |
Katharine turned the ring round once more, and gave it back to her aunt without speaking. And while she turned it round her lips set themselves firmly together, and it seemed to her that she could satisfy William as these women had satisfied their husbands; she could pretend to like emeralds when she preferred diamonds... | No speaker | He bought it at Simla."<|quote|>Katharine turned the ring round once more, and gave it back to her aunt without speaking. And while she turned it round her lips set themselves firmly together, and it seemed to her that she could satisfy William as these women had satisfied their husbands; she could pretend to like emer... | liked to tell Frank, naturally. He bought it at Simla."<|quote|>Katharine turned the ring round once more, and gave it back to her aunt without speaking. And while she turned it round her lips set themselves firmly together, and it seemed to her that she could satisfy William as these women had satisfied their husbands... | round, but she did not know what to say next. "That poor old ring was a sad disappointment to me when I first had it," Lady Otway mused. "I d set my heart on a diamond ring, but I never liked to tell Frank, naturally. He bought it at Simla."<|quote|>Katharine turned the ring round once more, and gave it back to her aun... | to bring the talk back to marriage again, in order to hear Aunt Charlotte s views, but she did not know how to do this. "Let me look at your engagement-ring, Aunt Charlotte," she said, noticing her own. She took the cluster of green stones and turned it round and round, but she did not know what to say next. "That poor... | so clear in my head that if I d had a pencil I believe I could have written quite a long chapter. When we re out on our drive I shall find us a house. A few trees round it, and a little garden, a pond with a Chinese duck, a study for your father, a study for me, and a sitting room for Katharine, because then she ll be ... | s life than might have seemed likely, judging from her enthusiastic and imaginative temperament. She had always been more interested by other things. Lady Otway, strange though it seemed, guessed more accurately at Katharine s state of mind than her mother did. "Why don t we all live in the country?" exclaimed Mrs. Hil... | pleasure at the soft sky. at the trees, at the green fields visible behind those trees, and at the leafless branches which surrounded the body of the small blue tit. Her sympathy with nature was exquisite. "Most women know by instinct whether they can give it or not," Lady Otway slipped in quickly, in rather a low voic... | perhaps, in case we asked a friend down? And we should save so much money that we should be able to travel" "Yes. You would find it very nice for a week or two, no doubt," said Lady Otway. "But what hour would you like the carriage this morning?" she continued, touching the bell. "Katharine shall decide," said Mrs. Hil... | Night And Day |
"Why didn t Andrews tell me himself?" | Lady Otway | carriage was at the door.<|quote|>"Why didn t Andrews tell me himself?"</|quote|>said Lady Otway, peevishly, blaming | with the news that the carriage was at the door.<|quote|>"Why didn t Andrews tell me himself?"</|quote|>said Lady Otway, peevishly, blaming her servants for not living | the feelings of others. Just as the two elder ladies had finished their survey of the family prospects, and Lady Otway was nervously anticipating some general statement as to life and death from her sister-in-law, Cassandra burst into the room with the news that the carriage was at the door.<|quote|>"Why didn t Andrews... | mind took this turn her marriage seemed no more than an archway through which it was necessary to pass in order to have her desire. At such times the current of her nature ran in its deep narrow channel with great force and with an alarming lack of consideration for the feelings of others. Just as the two elder ladies ... | you are not in love is an inevitable step in a world where the existence of passion is only a traveller s story brought from the heart of deep forests and told so rarely that wise people doubt whether the story can be true. She did her best to listen to her mother asking for news of John, and to her aunt replying with ... | had it," Lady Otway mused. "I d set my heart on a diamond ring, but I never liked to tell Frank, naturally. He bought it at Simla." Katharine turned the ring round once more, and gave it back to her aunt without speaking. And while she turned it round her lips set themselves firmly together, and it seemed to her that s... | the young are by them. And yet it was true that love passion whatever one chose to call it, had played far less part in Mrs. Hilbery s life than might have seemed likely, judging from her enthusiastic and imaginative temperament. She had always been more interested by other things. Lady Otway, strange though it seemed,... | marriage again, in order to hear Aunt Charlotte s views, but she did not know how to do this. "Let me look at your engagement-ring, Aunt Charlotte," she said, noticing her own. She took the cluster of green stones and turned it round and round, but she did not know what to say next. "That poor old ring was a sad disapp... | Night And Day |
said Lady Otway, peevishly, blaming her servants for not living up to her ideals. When Mrs. Hilbery and Katharine arrived in the hall, ready dressed for their drive, they found that the usual discussion was going forward as to the plans of the rest of the family. In token of this, a great many doors were opening and sh... | No speaker | t Andrews tell me himself?"<|quote|>said Lady Otway, peevishly, blaming her servants for not living up to her ideals. When Mrs. Hilbery and Katharine arrived in the hall, ready dressed for their drive, they found that the usual discussion was going forward as to the plans of the rest of the family. In token of this, a ... | at the door. "Why didn t Andrews tell me himself?"<|quote|>said Lady Otway, peevishly, blaming her servants for not living up to her ideals. When Mrs. Hilbery and Katharine arrived in the hall, ready dressed for their drive, they found that the usual discussion was going forward as to the plans of the rest of the famil... | two elder ladies had finished their survey of the family prospects, and Lady Otway was nervously anticipating some general statement as to life and death from her sister-in-law, Cassandra burst into the room with the news that the carriage was at the door. "Why didn t Andrews tell me himself?"<|quote|>said Lady Otway, ... | no more than an archway through which it was necessary to pass in order to have her desire. At such times the current of her nature ran in its deep narrow channel with great force and with an alarming lack of consideration for the feelings of others. Just as the two elder ladies had finished their survey of the family ... | inevitable step in a world where the existence of passion is only a traveller s story brought from the heart of deep forests and told so rarely that wise people doubt whether the story can be true. She did her best to listen to her mother asking for news of John, and to her aunt replying with the authentic history of H... | set my heart on a diamond ring, but I never liked to tell Frank, naturally. He bought it at Simla." Katharine turned the ring round once more, and gave it back to her aunt without speaking. And while she turned it round her lips set themselves firmly together, and it seemed to her that she could satisfy William as thes... | it was true that love passion whatever one chose to call it, had played far less part in Mrs. Hilbery s life than might have seemed likely, judging from her enthusiastic and imaginative temperament. She had always been more interested by other things. Lady Otway, strange though it seemed, guessed more accurately at Kat... | I d had a pencil I believe I could have written quite a long chapter. When we re out on our drive I shall find us a house. A few trees round it, and a little garden, a pond with a Chinese duck, a study for your father, a study for me, and a sitting room for Katharine, because then she ll be a married lady." At this Kat... | Night And Day |
"Do you know, Mary," | Ralph Denham | only "I love I love."<|quote|>"Do you know, Mary,"</|quote|>Ralph suddenly interrupted her, "I | "I love the beech-trees," or only "I love I love."<|quote|>"Do you know, Mary,"</|quote|>Ralph suddenly interrupted her, "I ve made up my mind." | looked at the distant woods with the rust-like bloom on their brown, and the green and blue landscape through the steam of her own breath. It seemed a mere toss-up whether she said, "I love you," or whether she said, "I love the beech-trees," or only "I love I love."<|quote|>"Do you know, Mary,"</|quote|>Ralph suddenly... | on the point of saying to Ralph: "I love you; I shall never love anybody else. Marry me or leave me; think what you like of me I don t care a straw." At the moment, however, speech or silence seemed immaterial, and she merely clapped her hands together, and looked at the distant woods with the rust-like bloom on their ... | by the concentration of their minds. At length they drew breath, let the argument fly away into the limbo of other good arguments, and, leaning over a gate, opened their eyes for the first time and looked about them. Their feet tingled with warm blood and their breath rose in steam around them. The bodily exercise made... | they left the Vicarage, they had begun an argument which swung their feet along so rhythmically in time with it that they covered the ground at over four miles an hour, and saw nothing of the hedgerows, the swelling plowland, or the mild blue sky. What they saw were the Houses of Parliament and the Government Offices i... | behavior of Christmas parties in ducal houses. The carriage horses were both fat and aged, still they matched; the carriage was shaky and uncomfortable, but the Otway arms were visible on the panels. Lady Otway stood on the topmost step, wrapped in a white shawl, and waved her hand almost mechanically until they had tu... | he addressed his next remark to her mother. His deference was agreeable to her, his manners were exemplary; and when the church towers and factory chimneys of the town came into sight, she roused herself, and recalled memories of the fair summer of 1853, which fitted in harmoniously with what she was dreaming of the fu... | Night And Day |
Ralph suddenly interrupted her, | No speaker | love." "Do you know, Mary,"<|quote|>Ralph suddenly interrupted her,</|quote|>"I ve made up my | or only "I love I love." "Do you know, Mary,"<|quote|>Ralph suddenly interrupted her,</|quote|>"I ve made up my mind." Her indifference must have | woods with the rust-like bloom on their brown, and the green and blue landscape through the steam of her own breath. It seemed a mere toss-up whether she said, "I love you," or whether she said, "I love the beech-trees," or only "I love I love." "Do you know, Mary,"<|quote|>Ralph suddenly interrupted her,</|quote|>"I v... | saying to Ralph: "I love you; I shall never love anybody else. Marry me or leave me; think what you like of me I don t care a straw." At the moment, however, speech or silence seemed immaterial, and she merely clapped her hands together, and looked at the distant woods with the rust-like bloom on their brown, and the g... | their minds. At length they drew breath, let the argument fly away into the limbo of other good arguments, and, leaning over a gate, opened their eyes for the first time and looked about them. Their feet tingled with warm blood and their breath rose in steam around them. The bodily exercise made them both feel more dir... | they had begun an argument which swung their feet along so rhythmically in time with it that they covered the ground at over four miles an hour, and saw nothing of the hedgerows, the swelling plowland, or the mild blue sky. What they saw were the Houses of Parliament and the Government Offices in Whitehall. They both b... | in ducal houses. The carriage horses were both fat and aged, still they matched; the carriage was shaky and uncomfortable, but the Otway arms were visible on the panels. Lady Otway stood on the topmost step, wrapped in a white shawl, and waved her hand almost mechanically until they had turned the corner under the laur... | himself by observing Katharine and Rodney with disillusioned eyes; while Katharine was in a state of gloomy self-suppression which resulted in complete apathy. When Rodney spoke to her she either said "Hum!" or assented so listlessly that he addressed his next remark to her mother. His deference was agreeable to her, h... | Night And Day |
"I ve made up my mind." | Ralph Denham | Mary," Ralph suddenly interrupted her,<|quote|>"I ve made up my mind."</|quote|>Her indifference must have been | I love." "Do you know, Mary," Ralph suddenly interrupted her,<|quote|>"I ve made up my mind."</|quote|>Her indifference must have been superficial, for it disappeared at | bloom on their brown, and the green and blue landscape through the steam of her own breath. It seemed a mere toss-up whether she said, "I love you," or whether she said, "I love the beech-trees," or only "I love I love." "Do you know, Mary," Ralph suddenly interrupted her,<|quote|>"I ve made up my mind."</|quote|>Her i... | love you; I shall never love anybody else. Marry me or leave me; think what you like of me I don t care a straw." At the moment, however, speech or silence seemed immaterial, and she merely clapped her hands together, and looked at the distant woods with the rust-like bloom on their brown, and the green and blue landsc... | they drew breath, let the argument fly away into the limbo of other good arguments, and, leaning over a gate, opened their eyes for the first time and looked about them. Their feet tingled with warm blood and their breath rose in steam around them. The bodily exercise made them both feel more direct and less self-consc... | argument which swung their feet along so rhythmically in time with it that they covered the ground at over four miles an hour, and saw nothing of the hedgerows, the swelling plowland, or the mild blue sky. What they saw were the Houses of Parliament and the Government Offices in Whitehall. They both belonged to the cla... | carriage horses were both fat and aged, still they matched; the carriage was shaky and uncomfortable, but the Otway arms were visible on the panels. Lady Otway stood on the topmost step, wrapped in a white shawl, and waved her hand almost mechanically until they had turned the corner under the laurel-bushes, when she r... | the endowment of our councilors. They agreed, unconsciously, in a mute love for the muddy field through which they tramped, with eyes narrowed close by the concentration of their minds. At length they drew breath, let the argument fly away into the limbo of other good arguments, and, leaning over a gate, opened their e... | Night And Day |
Her indifference must have been superficial, for it disappeared at once. Indeed, she lost sight of the trees, and saw her own hand upon the topmost bar of the gate with extreme distinctness, while he went on: | No speaker | ve made up my mind."<|quote|>Her indifference must have been superficial, for it disappeared at once. Indeed, she lost sight of the trees, and saw her own hand upon the topmost bar of the gate with extreme distinctness, while he went on:</|quote|>"I ve made up my | Ralph suddenly interrupted her, "I ve made up my mind."<|quote|>Her indifference must have been superficial, for it disappeared at once. Indeed, she lost sight of the trees, and saw her own hand upon the topmost bar of the gate with extreme distinctness, while he went on:</|quote|>"I ve made up my mind to chuck my work | green and blue landscape through the steam of her own breath. It seemed a mere toss-up whether she said, "I love you," or whether she said, "I love the beech-trees," or only "I love I love." "Do you know, Mary," Ralph suddenly interrupted her, "I ve made up my mind."<|quote|>Her indifference must have been superficial,... | anybody else. Marry me or leave me; think what you like of me I don t care a straw." At the moment, however, speech or silence seemed immaterial, and she merely clapped her hands together, and looked at the distant woods with the rust-like bloom on their brown, and the green and blue landscape through the steam of her ... | fly away into the limbo of other good arguments, and, leaning over a gate, opened their eyes for the first time and looked about them. Their feet tingled with warm blood and their breath rose in steam around them. The bodily exercise made them both feel more direct and less self-conscious than usual, and Mary, indeed, ... | so rhythmically in time with it that they covered the ground at over four miles an hour, and saw nothing of the hedgerows, the swelling plowland, or the mild blue sky. What they saw were the Houses of Parliament and the Government Offices in Whitehall. They both belonged to the class which is conscious of having lost i... | aged, still they matched; the carriage was shaky and uncomfortable, but the Otway arms were visible on the panels. Lady Otway stood on the topmost step, wrapped in a white shawl, and waved her hand almost mechanically until they had turned the corner under the laurel-bushes, when she retired indoors with a sense that s... | apathy. When Rodney spoke to her she either said "Hum!" or assented so listlessly that he addressed his next remark to her mother. His deference was agreeable to her, his manners were exemplary; and when the church towers and factory chimneys of the town came into sight, she roused herself, and recalled memories of the... | Night And Day |
"I ve made up my mind to chuck my work and live down here. I want you to tell me about that cottage you spoke of. However, I suppose there ll be no difficulty about getting a cottage, will there?" | Ralph Denham | distinctness, while he went on:<|quote|>"I ve made up my mind to chuck my work and live down here. I want you to tell me about that cottage you spoke of. However, I suppose there ll be no difficulty about getting a cottage, will there?"</|quote|>He spoke with an assumption | of the gate with extreme distinctness, while he went on:<|quote|>"I ve made up my mind to chuck my work and live down here. I want you to tell me about that cottage you spoke of. However, I suppose there ll be no difficulty about getting a cottage, will there?"</|quote|>He spoke with an assumption of carelessness as if... | you know, Mary," Ralph suddenly interrupted her, "I ve made up my mind." Her indifference must have been superficial, for it disappeared at once. Indeed, she lost sight of the trees, and saw her own hand upon the topmost bar of the gate with extreme distinctness, while he went on:<|quote|>"I ve made up my mind to chuck... | at the distant woods with the rust-like bloom on their brown, and the green and blue landscape through the steam of her own breath. It seemed a mere toss-up whether she said, "I love you," or whether she said, "I love the beech-trees," or only "I love I love." "Do you know, Mary," Ralph suddenly interrupted her, "I ve ... | around them. The bodily exercise made them both feel more direct and less self-conscious than usual, and Mary, indeed, was overcome by a sort of light-headedness which made it seem to her that it mattered very little what happened next. It mattered so little, indeed, that she felt herself on the point of saying to Ralp... | of Parliament and the Government Offices in Whitehall. They both belonged to the class which is conscious of having lost its birthright in these great structures and is seeking to build another kind of lodging for its own notion of law and government. Purposely, perhaps, Mary did not agree with Ralph; she loved to feel... | until they had turned the corner under the laurel-bushes, when she retired indoors with a sense that she had played her part, and a sigh at the thought that none of her children felt it necessary to play theirs. The carriage bowled along smoothly over the gently curving road. Mrs. Hilbery dropped into a pleasant, inatt... | not seem as if they cared much where they walked so long as the way did not actually trip them up. When they left the Vicarage, they had begun an argument which swung their feet along so rhythmically in time with it that they covered the ground at over four miles an hour, and saw nothing of the hedgerows, the swelling ... | Night And Day |
He spoke with an assumption of carelessness as if expecting her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he approached the subject of their marriage. | No speaker | getting a cottage, will there?"<|quote|>He spoke with an assumption of carelessness as if expecting her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he approached the subject of their marriage.</|quote|>"I can t stand the | ll be no difficulty about getting a cottage, will there?"<|quote|>He spoke with an assumption of carelessness as if expecting her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he approached the subject of their marriage.</|quote|>"I can t stand the office an... | of the gate with extreme distinctness, while he went on: "I ve made up my mind to chuck my work and live down here. I want you to tell me about that cottage you spoke of. However, I suppose there ll be no difficulty about getting a cottage, will there?"<|quote|>He spoke with an assumption of carelessness as if expectin... | love the beech-trees," or only "I love I love." "Do you know, Mary," Ralph suddenly interrupted her, "I ve made up my mind." Her indifference must have been superficial, for it disappeared at once. Indeed, she lost sight of the trees, and saw her own hand upon the topmost bar of the gate with extreme distinctness, whil... | It mattered so little, indeed, that she felt herself on the point of saying to Ralph: "I love you; I shall never love anybody else. Marry me or leave me; think what you like of me I don t care a straw." At the moment, however, speech or silence seemed immaterial, and she merely clapped her hands together, and looked at... | law and government. Purposely, perhaps, Mary did not agree with Ralph; she loved to feel her mind in conflict with his, and to be certain that he spared her female judgment no ounce of his male muscularity. He seemed to argue as fiercely with her as if she were his brother. They were alike, however, in believing that i... | carriage bowled along smoothly over the gently curving road. Mrs. Hilbery dropped into a pleasant, inattentive state of mind, in which she was conscious of the running green lines of the hedges, of the swelling ploughland, and of the mild blue sky, which served her, after the first five minutes, for a pastoral backgrou... | build another kind of lodging for its own notion of law and government. Purposely, perhaps, Mary did not agree with Ralph; she loved to feel her mind in conflict with his, and to be certain that he spared her female judgment no ounce of his male muscularity. He seemed to argue as fiercely with her as if she were his br... | Night And Day |
"I can t stand the office any longer," | Ralph Denham | the subject of their marriage.<|quote|>"I can t stand the office any longer,"</|quote|>he proceeded. "I don t | some roundabout way he approached the subject of their marriage.<|quote|>"I can t stand the office any longer,"</|quote|>he proceeded. "I don t know what my family will | suppose there ll be no difficulty about getting a cottage, will there?" He spoke with an assumption of carelessness as if expecting her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he approached the subject of their marriage.<|quote|>"I can t stand the offi... | of the trees, and saw her own hand upon the topmost bar of the gate with extreme distinctness, while he went on: "I ve made up my mind to chuck my work and live down here. I want you to tell me about that cottage you spoke of. However, I suppose there ll be no difficulty about getting a cottage, will there?" He spoke w... | t care a straw." At the moment, however, speech or silence seemed immaterial, and she merely clapped her hands together, and looked at the distant woods with the rust-like bloom on their brown, and the green and blue landscape through the steam of her own breath. It seemed a mere toss-up whether she said, "I love you,"... | seemed to argue as fiercely with her as if she were his brother. They were alike, however, in believing that it behooved them to take in hand the repair and reconstruction of the fabric of England. They agreed in thinking that nature has not been generous in the endowment of our councilors. They agreed, unconsciously, ... | the mild blue sky, which served her, after the first five minutes, for a pastoral background to the drama of human life; and then she thought of a cottage garden, with the flash of yellow daffodils against blue water; and what with the arrangement of these different prospects, and the shaping of two or three lovely phr... | the Government Offices in Whitehall. They both belonged to the class which is conscious of having lost its birthright in these great structures and is seeking to build another kind of lodging for its own notion of law and government. Purposely, perhaps, Mary did not agree with Ralph; she loved to feel her mind in confl... | Night And Day |
he proceeded. | No speaker | stand the office any longer,"<|quote|>he proceeded.</|quote|>"I don t know what | their marriage. "I can t stand the office any longer,"<|quote|>he proceeded.</|quote|>"I don t know what my family will say; but | a cottage, will there?" He spoke with an assumption of carelessness as if expecting her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he approached the subject of their marriage. "I can t stand the office any longer,"<|quote|>he proceeded.</|quote|>"I don t ... | upon the topmost bar of the gate with extreme distinctness, while he went on: "I ve made up my mind to chuck my work and live down here. I want you to tell me about that cottage you spoke of. However, I suppose there ll be no difficulty about getting a cottage, will there?" He spoke with an assumption of carelessness a... | speech or silence seemed immaterial, and she merely clapped her hands together, and looked at the distant woods with the rust-like bloom on their brown, and the green and blue landscape through the steam of her own breath. It seemed a mere toss-up whether she said, "I love you," or whether she said, "I love the beech-t... | if she were his brother. They were alike, however, in believing that it behooved them to take in hand the repair and reconstruction of the fabric of England. They agreed in thinking that nature has not been generous in the endowment of our councilors. They agreed, unconsciously, in a mute love for the muddy field throu... | the first five minutes, for a pastoral background to the drama of human life; and then she thought of a cottage garden, with the flash of yellow daffodils against blue water; and what with the arrangement of these different prospects, and the shaping of two or three lovely phrases, she did not notice that the young peo... | indeed, that she felt herself on the point of saying to Ralph: "I love you; I shall never love anybody else. Marry me or leave me; think what you like of me I don t care a straw." At the moment, however, speech or silence seemed immaterial, and she merely clapped her hands together, and looked at the distant woods with... | Night And Day |
"I don t know what my family will say; but I m sure I m right. Don t you think so?" | Ralph Denham | office any longer," he proceeded.<|quote|>"I don t know what my family will say; but I m sure I m right. Don t you think so?"</|quote|>"Live down here by yourself?" | "I can t stand the office any longer," he proceeded.<|quote|>"I don t know what my family will say; but I m sure I m right. Don t you think so?"</|quote|>"Live down here by yourself?" she asked. "Some old woman | will there?" He spoke with an assumption of carelessness as if expecting her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he approached the subject of their marriage. "I can t stand the office any longer," he proceeded.<|quote|>"I don t know what my family ... | topmost bar of the gate with extreme distinctness, while he went on: "I ve made up my mind to chuck my work and live down here. I want you to tell me about that cottage you spoke of. However, I suppose there ll be no difficulty about getting a cottage, will there?" He spoke with an assumption of carelessness as if expe... | silence seemed immaterial, and she merely clapped her hands together, and looked at the distant woods with the rust-like bloom on their brown, and the green and blue landscape through the steam of her own breath. It seemed a mere toss-up whether she said, "I love you," or whether she said, "I love the beech-trees," or ... | were his brother. They were alike, however, in believing that it behooved them to take in hand the repair and reconstruction of the fabric of England. They agreed in thinking that nature has not been generous in the endowment of our councilors. They agreed, unconsciously, in a mute love for the muddy field through whic... | five minutes, for a pastoral background to the drama of human life; and then she thought of a cottage garden, with the flash of yellow daffodils against blue water; and what with the arrangement of these different prospects, and the shaping of two or three lovely phrases, she did not notice that the young people in the... | their feet along so rhythmically in time with it that they covered the ground at over four miles an hour, and saw nothing of the hedgerows, the swelling plowland, or the mild blue sky. What they saw were the Houses of Parliament and the Government Offices in Whitehall. They both belonged to the class which is conscious... | Night And Day |
"Live down here by yourself?" | Mary Datchet | Don t you think so?"<|quote|>"Live down here by yourself?"</|quote|>she asked. "Some old woman | m sure I m right. Don t you think so?"<|quote|>"Live down here by yourself?"</|quote|>she asked. "Some old woman would do for me, I | for him to continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he approached the subject of their marriage. "I can t stand the office any longer," he proceeded. "I don t know what my family will say; but I m sure I m right. Don t you think so?"<|quote|>"Live down here by yourself?"</|quote|>she asked. "Some old wom... | work and live down here. I want you to tell me about that cottage you spoke of. However, I suppose there ll be no difficulty about getting a cottage, will there?" He spoke with an assumption of carelessness as if expecting her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convinced that in some ... | their brown, and the green and blue landscape through the steam of her own breath. It seemed a mere toss-up whether she said, "I love you," or whether she said, "I love the beech-trees," or only "I love I love." "Do you know, Mary," Ralph suddenly interrupted her, "I ve made up my mind." Her indifference must have been... | of the fabric of England. They agreed in thinking that nature has not been generous in the endowment of our councilors. They agreed, unconsciously, in a mute love for the muddy field through which they tramped, with eyes narrowed close by the concentration of their minds. At length they drew breath, let the argument fl... | the flash of yellow daffodils against blue water; and what with the arrangement of these different prospects, and the shaping of two or three lovely phrases, she did not notice that the young people in the carriage were almost silent. Henry, indeed, had been included against his wish, and revenged himself by observing ... | these great structures and is seeking to build another kind of lodging for its own notion of law and government. Purposely, perhaps, Mary did not agree with Ralph; she loved to feel her mind in conflict with his, and to be certain that he spared her female judgment no ounce of his male muscularity. He seemed to argue a... | Night And Day |
she asked. | No speaker | "Live down here by yourself?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"Some old woman would do | Don t you think so?" "Live down here by yourself?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"Some old woman would do for me, I suppose," he | was convinced that in some roundabout way he approached the subject of their marriage. "I can t stand the office any longer," he proceeded. "I don t know what my family will say; but I m sure I m right. Don t you think so?" "Live down here by yourself?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"Some old woman would do for me, I sup... | I want you to tell me about that cottage you spoke of. However, I suppose there ll be no difficulty about getting a cottage, will there?" He spoke with an assumption of carelessness as if expecting her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he approac... | and blue landscape through the steam of her own breath. It seemed a mere toss-up whether she said, "I love you," or whether she said, "I love the beech-trees," or only "I love I love." "Do you know, Mary," Ralph suddenly interrupted her, "I ve made up my mind." Her indifference must have been superficial, for it disapp... | They agreed in thinking that nature has not been generous in the endowment of our councilors. They agreed, unconsciously, in a mute love for the muddy field through which they tramped, with eyes narrowed close by the concentration of their minds. At length they drew breath, let the argument fly away into the limbo of o... | against blue water; and what with the arrangement of these different prospects, and the shaping of two or three lovely phrases, she did not notice that the young people in the carriage were almost silent. Henry, indeed, had been included against his wish, and revenged himself by observing Katharine and Rodney with disi... | it that they covered the ground at over four miles an hour, and saw nothing of the hedgerows, the swelling plowland, or the mild blue sky. What they saw were the Houses of Parliament and the Government Offices in Whitehall. They both belonged to the class which is conscious of having lost its birthright in these great ... | Night And Day |
"Some old woman would do for me, I suppose," | Ralph Denham | here by yourself?" she asked.<|quote|>"Some old woman would do for me, I suppose,"</|quote|>he replied. "I m sick | you think so?" "Live down here by yourself?" she asked.<|quote|>"Some old woman would do for me, I suppose,"</|quote|>he replied. "I m sick of the whole thing," he | that in some roundabout way he approached the subject of their marriage. "I can t stand the office any longer," he proceeded. "I don t know what my family will say; but I m sure I m right. Don t you think so?" "Live down here by yourself?" she asked.<|quote|>"Some old woman would do for me, I suppose,"</|quote|>he repl... | you to tell me about that cottage you spoke of. However, I suppose there ll be no difficulty about getting a cottage, will there?" He spoke with an assumption of carelessness as if expecting her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he approached the... | landscape through the steam of her own breath. It seemed a mere toss-up whether she said, "I love you," or whether she said, "I love the beech-trees," or only "I love I love." "Do you know, Mary," Ralph suddenly interrupted her, "I ve made up my mind." Her indifference must have been superficial, for it disappeared at ... | in thinking that nature has not been generous in the endowment of our councilors. They agreed, unconsciously, in a mute love for the muddy field through which they tramped, with eyes narrowed close by the concentration of their minds. At length they drew breath, let the argument fly away into the limbo of other good ar... | water; and what with the arrangement of these different prospects, and the shaping of two or three lovely phrases, she did not notice that the young people in the carriage were almost silent. Henry, indeed, had been included against his wish, and revenged himself by observing Katharine and Rodney with disillusioned eye... | from their appearance, it did not seem as if they cared much where they walked so long as the way did not actually trip them up. When they left the Vicarage, they had begun an argument which swung their feet along so rhythmically in time with it that they covered the ground at over four miles an hour, and saw nothing o... | Night And Day |
he replied. | No speaker | do for me, I suppose,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>"I m sick of the | asked. "Some old woman would do for me, I suppose,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>"I m sick of the whole thing," he went on, | of their marriage. "I can t stand the office any longer," he proceeded. "I don t know what my family will say; but I m sure I m right. Don t you think so?" "Live down here by yourself?" she asked. "Some old woman would do for me, I suppose,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>"I m sick of the whole thing," he went on, and op... | of. However, I suppose there ll be no difficulty about getting a cottage, will there?" He spoke with an assumption of carelessness as if expecting her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he approached the subject of their marriage. "I can t stand t... | seemed a mere toss-up whether she said, "I love you," or whether she said, "I love the beech-trees," or only "I love I love." "Do you know, Mary," Ralph suddenly interrupted her, "I ve made up my mind." Her indifference must have been superficial, for it disappeared at once. Indeed, she lost sight of the trees, and saw... | the endowment of our councilors. They agreed, unconsciously, in a mute love for the muddy field through which they tramped, with eyes narrowed close by the concentration of their minds. At length they drew breath, let the argument fly away into the limbo of other good arguments, and, leaning over a gate, opened their e... | prospects, and the shaping of two or three lovely phrases, she did not notice that the young people in the carriage were almost silent. Henry, indeed, had been included against his wish, and revenged himself by observing Katharine and Rodney with disillusioned eyes; while Katharine was in a state of gloomy self-suppres... | indeed, that she felt herself on the point of saying to Ralph: "I love you; I shall never love anybody else. Marry me or leave me; think what you like of me I don t care a straw." At the moment, however, speech or silence seemed immaterial, and she merely clapped her hands together, and looked at the distant woods with... | Night And Day |
"I m sick of the whole thing," | Ralph Denham | me, I suppose," he replied.<|quote|>"I m sick of the whole thing,"</|quote|>he went on, and opened | old woman would do for me, I suppose," he replied.<|quote|>"I m sick of the whole thing,"</|quote|>he went on, and opened the gate with a jerk. | marriage. "I can t stand the office any longer," he proceeded. "I don t know what my family will say; but I m sure I m right. Don t you think so?" "Live down here by yourself?" she asked. "Some old woman would do for me, I suppose," he replied.<|quote|>"I m sick of the whole thing,"</|quote|>he went on, and opened the ... | I suppose there ll be no difficulty about getting a cottage, will there?" He spoke with an assumption of carelessness as if expecting her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he approached the subject of their marriage. "I can t stand the office any... | mere toss-up whether she said, "I love you," or whether she said, "I love the beech-trees," or only "I love I love." "Do you know, Mary," Ralph suddenly interrupted her, "I ve made up my mind." Her indifference must have been superficial, for it disappeared at once. Indeed, she lost sight of the trees, and saw her own ... | of our councilors. They agreed, unconsciously, in a mute love for the muddy field through which they tramped, with eyes narrowed close by the concentration of their minds. At length they drew breath, let the argument fly away into the limbo of other good arguments, and, leaning over a gate, opened their eyes for the fi... | the shaping of two or three lovely phrases, she did not notice that the young people in the carriage were almost silent. Henry, indeed, had been included against his wish, and revenged himself by observing Katharine and Rodney with disillusioned eyes; while Katharine was in a state of gloomy self-suppression which resu... | mind in conflict with his, and to be certain that he spared her female judgment no ounce of his male muscularity. He seemed to argue as fiercely with her as if she were his brother. They were alike, however, in believing that it behooved them to take in hand the repair and reconstruction of the fabric of England. They ... | Night And Day |
he went on, and opened the gate with a jerk. They began to cross the next field walking side by side. | No speaker | sick of the whole thing,"<|quote|>he went on, and opened the gate with a jerk. They began to cross the next field walking side by side.</|quote|>"I tell you, Mary, it | suppose," he replied. "I m sick of the whole thing,"<|quote|>he went on, and opened the gate with a jerk. They began to cross the next field walking side by side.</|quote|>"I tell you, Mary, it s utter destruction, working away, | any longer," he proceeded. "I don t know what my family will say; but I m sure I m right. Don t you think so?" "Live down here by yourself?" she asked. "Some old woman would do for me, I suppose," he replied. "I m sick of the whole thing,"<|quote|>he went on, and opened the gate with a jerk. They began to cross the nex... | about getting a cottage, will there?" He spoke with an assumption of carelessness as if expecting her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he approached the subject of their marriage. "I can t stand the office any longer," he proceeded. "I don t kno... | you," or whether she said, "I love the beech-trees," or only "I love I love." "Do you know, Mary," Ralph suddenly interrupted her, "I ve made up my mind." Her indifference must have been superficial, for it disappeared at once. Indeed, she lost sight of the trees, and saw her own hand upon the topmost bar of the gate w... | a mute love for the muddy field through which they tramped, with eyes narrowed close by the concentration of their minds. At length they drew breath, let the argument fly away into the limbo of other good arguments, and, leaning over a gate, opened their eyes for the first time and looked about them. Their feet tingled... | phrases, she did not notice that the young people in the carriage were almost silent. Henry, indeed, had been included against his wish, and revenged himself by observing Katharine and Rodney with disillusioned eyes; while Katharine was in a state of gloomy self-suppression which resulted in complete apathy. When Rodne... | so rhythmically in time with it that they covered the ground at over four miles an hour, and saw nothing of the hedgerows, the swelling plowland, or the mild blue sky. What they saw were the Houses of Parliament and the Government Offices in Whitehall. They both belonged to the class which is conscious of having lost i... | Night And Day |
"I tell you, Mary, it s utter destruction, working away, day after day, at stuff that doesn t matter a damn to any one. I ve stood eight years of it, and I m not going to stand it any longer. I suppose this all seems to you mad, though?" | Ralph Denham | field walking side by side.<|quote|>"I tell you, Mary, it s utter destruction, working away, day after day, at stuff that doesn t matter a damn to any one. I ve stood eight years of it, and I m not going to stand it any longer. I suppose this all seems to you mad, though?"</|quote|>By this time Mary had | began to cross the next field walking side by side.<|quote|>"I tell you, Mary, it s utter destruction, working away, day after day, at stuff that doesn t matter a damn to any one. I ve stood eight years of it, and I m not going to stand it any longer. I suppose this all seems to you mad, though?"</|quote|>By this time ... | t you think so?" "Live down here by yourself?" she asked. "Some old woman would do for me, I suppose," he replied. "I m sick of the whole thing," he went on, and opened the gate with a jerk. They began to cross the next field walking side by side.<|quote|>"I tell you, Mary, it s utter destruction, working away, day aft... | still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he approached the subject of their marriage. "I can t stand the office any longer," he proceeded. "I don t know what my family will say; but I m sure I m right. Don t you think so?" "Live down here by yourself?" she asked. "Some old ... | interrupted her, "I ve made up my mind." Her indifference must have been superficial, for it disappeared at once. Indeed, she lost sight of the trees, and saw her own hand upon the topmost bar of the gate with extreme distinctness, while he went on: "I ve made up my mind to chuck my work and live down here. I want you ... | At length they drew breath, let the argument fly away into the limbo of other good arguments, and, leaning over a gate, opened their eyes for the first time and looked about them. Their feet tingled with warm blood and their breath rose in steam around them. The bodily exercise made them both feel more direct and less ... | his wish, and revenged himself by observing Katharine and Rodney with disillusioned eyes; while Katharine was in a state of gloomy self-suppression which resulted in complete apathy. When Rodney spoke to her she either said "Hum!" or assented so listlessly that he addressed his next remark to her mother. His deference ... | that it mattered very little what happened next. It mattered so little, indeed, that she felt herself on the point of saying to Ralph: "I love you; I shall never love anybody else. Marry me or leave me; think what you like of me I don t care a straw." At the moment, however, speech or silence seemed immaterial, and she... | Night And Day |
By this time Mary had recovered her self-control. | No speaker | seems to you mad, though?"<|quote|>By this time Mary had recovered her self-control.</|quote|>"No. I thought you weren | longer. I suppose this all seems to you mad, though?"<|quote|>By this time Mary had recovered her self-control.</|quote|>"No. I thought you weren t happy," she said. "Why | "I tell you, Mary, it s utter destruction, working away, day after day, at stuff that doesn t matter a damn to any one. I ve stood eight years of it, and I m not going to stand it any longer. I suppose this all seems to you mad, though?"<|quote|>By this time Mary had recovered her self-control.</|quote|>"No. I thought ... | t you think so?" "Live down here by yourself?" she asked. "Some old woman would do for me, I suppose," he replied. "I m sick of the whole thing," he went on, and opened the gate with a jerk. They began to cross the next field walking side by side. "I tell you, Mary, it s utter destruction, working away, day after day, ... | mind to chuck my work and live down here. I want you to tell me about that cottage you spoke of. However, I suppose there ll be no difficulty about getting a cottage, will there?" He spoke with an assumption of carelessness as if expecting her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convin... | made them both feel more direct and less self-conscious than usual, and Mary, indeed, was overcome by a sort of light-headedness which made it seem to her that it mattered very little what happened next. It mattered so little, indeed, that she felt herself on the point of saying to Ralph: "I love you; I shall never lov... | deference was agreeable to her, his manners were exemplary; and when the church towers and factory chimneys of the town came into sight, she roused herself, and recalled memories of the fair summer of 1853, which fitted in harmoniously with what she was dreaming of the future. CHAPTER XVIII But other passengers were ap... | They both belonged to the class which is conscious of having lost its birthright in these great structures and is seeking to build another kind of lodging for its own notion of law and government. Purposely, perhaps, Mary did not agree with Ralph; she loved to feel her mind in conflict with his, and to be certain that ... | Night And Day |
"No. I thought you weren t happy," | Mary Datchet | Mary had recovered her self-control.<|quote|>"No. I thought you weren t happy,"</|quote|>she said. "Why did you | mad, though?" By this time Mary had recovered her self-control.<|quote|>"No. I thought you weren t happy,"</|quote|>she said. "Why did you think that?" he asked, with | working away, day after day, at stuff that doesn t matter a damn to any one. I ve stood eight years of it, and I m not going to stand it any longer. I suppose this all seems to you mad, though?" By this time Mary had recovered her self-control.<|quote|>"No. I thought you weren t happy,"</|quote|>she said. "Why did you ... | yourself?" she asked. "Some old woman would do for me, I suppose," he replied. "I m sick of the whole thing," he went on, and opened the gate with a jerk. They began to cross the next field walking side by side. "I tell you, Mary, it s utter destruction, working away, day after day, at stuff that doesn t matter a damn ... | here. I want you to tell me about that cottage you spoke of. However, I suppose there ll be no difficulty about getting a cottage, will there?" He spoke with an assumption of carelessness as if expecting her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he a... | self-conscious than usual, and Mary, indeed, was overcome by a sort of light-headedness which made it seem to her that it mattered very little what happened next. It mattered so little, indeed, that she felt herself on the point of saying to Ralph: "I love you; I shall never love anybody else. Marry me or leave me; thi... | exemplary; and when the church towers and factory chimneys of the town came into sight, she roused herself, and recalled memories of the fair summer of 1853, which fitted in harmoniously with what she was dreaming of the future. CHAPTER XVIII But other passengers were approaching Lincoln meanwhile by other roads on foo... | of his male muscularity. He seemed to argue as fiercely with her as if she were his brother. They were alike, however, in believing that it behooved them to take in hand the repair and reconstruction of the fabric of England. They agreed in thinking that nature has not been generous in the endowment of our councilors. ... | Night And Day |
she said. | No speaker | thought you weren t happy,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"Why did you think that?" | recovered her self-control. "No. I thought you weren t happy,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"Why did you think that?" he asked, with some surprise. | that doesn t matter a damn to any one. I ve stood eight years of it, and I m not going to stand it any longer. I suppose this all seems to you mad, though?" By this time Mary had recovered her self-control. "No. I thought you weren t happy,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"Why did you think that?" he asked, with some surpr... | do for me, I suppose," he replied. "I m sick of the whole thing," he went on, and opened the gate with a jerk. They began to cross the next field walking side by side. "I tell you, Mary, it s utter destruction, working away, day after day, at stuff that doesn t matter a damn to any one. I ve stood eight years of it, an... | about that cottage you spoke of. However, I suppose there ll be no difficulty about getting a cottage, will there?" He spoke with an assumption of carelessness as if expecting her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he approached the subject of the... | overcome by a sort of light-headedness which made it seem to her that it mattered very little what happened next. It mattered so little, indeed, that she felt herself on the point of saying to Ralph: "I love you; I shall never love anybody else. Marry me or leave me; think what you like of me I don t care a straw." At ... | factory chimneys of the town came into sight, she roused herself, and recalled memories of the fair summer of 1853, which fitted in harmoniously with what she was dreaming of the future. CHAPTER XVIII But other passengers were approaching Lincoln meanwhile by other roads on foot. A county town draws the inhabitants of ... | and is seeking to build another kind of lodging for its own notion of law and government. Purposely, perhaps, Mary did not agree with Ralph; she loved to feel her mind in conflict with his, and to be certain that he spared her female judgment no ounce of his male muscularity. He seemed to argue as fiercely with her as ... | Night And Day |
"Why did you think that?" | Ralph Denham | weren t happy," she said.<|quote|>"Why did you think that?"</|quote|>he asked, with some surprise. | self-control. "No. I thought you weren t happy," she said.<|quote|>"Why did you think that?"</|quote|>he asked, with some surprise. "Don t you remember that | t matter a damn to any one. I ve stood eight years of it, and I m not going to stand it any longer. I suppose this all seems to you mad, though?" By this time Mary had recovered her self-control. "No. I thought you weren t happy," she said.<|quote|>"Why did you think that?"</|quote|>he asked, with some surprise. "Don t... | me, I suppose," he replied. "I m sick of the whole thing," he went on, and opened the gate with a jerk. They began to cross the next field walking side by side. "I tell you, Mary, it s utter destruction, working away, day after day, at stuff that doesn t matter a damn to any one. I ve stood eight years of it, and I m n... | cottage you spoke of. However, I suppose there ll be no difficulty about getting a cottage, will there?" He spoke with an assumption of carelessness as if expecting her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he approached the subject of their marriage... | a sort of light-headedness which made it seem to her that it mattered very little what happened next. It mattered so little, indeed, that she felt herself on the point of saying to Ralph: "I love you; I shall never love anybody else. Marry me or leave me; think what you like of me I don t care a straw." At the moment, ... | of the town came into sight, she roused herself, and recalled memories of the fair summer of 1853, which fitted in harmoniously with what she was dreaming of the future. CHAPTER XVIII But other passengers were approaching Lincoln meanwhile by other roads on foot. A county town draws the inhabitants of all vicarages, fa... | law and government. Purposely, perhaps, Mary did not agree with Ralph; she loved to feel her mind in conflict with his, and to be certain that he spared her female judgment no ounce of his male muscularity. He seemed to argue as fiercely with her as if she were his brother. They were alike, however, in believing that i... | Night And Day |
he asked, with some surprise. | No speaker | "Why did you think that?"<|quote|>he asked, with some surprise.</|quote|>"Don t you remember that | weren t happy," she said. "Why did you think that?"<|quote|>he asked, with some surprise.</|quote|>"Don t you remember that morning in Lincoln s Inn | any one. I ve stood eight years of it, and I m not going to stand it any longer. I suppose this all seems to you mad, though?" By this time Mary had recovered her self-control. "No. I thought you weren t happy," she said. "Why did you think that?"<|quote|>he asked, with some surprise.</|quote|>"Don t you remember that ... | "I m sick of the whole thing," he went on, and opened the gate with a jerk. They began to cross the next field walking side by side. "I tell you, Mary, it s utter destruction, working away, day after day, at stuff that doesn t matter a damn to any one. I ve stood eight years of it, and I m not going to stand it any lon... | I suppose there ll be no difficulty about getting a cottage, will there?" He spoke with an assumption of carelessness as if expecting her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he approached the subject of their marriage. "I can t stand the office any... | made it seem to her that it mattered very little what happened next. It mattered so little, indeed, that she felt herself on the point of saying to Ralph: "I love you; I shall never love anybody else. Marry me or leave me; think what you like of me I don t care a straw." At the moment, however, speech or silence seemed... | sight, she roused herself, and recalled memories of the fair summer of 1853, which fitted in harmoniously with what she was dreaming of the future. CHAPTER XVIII But other passengers were approaching Lincoln meanwhile by other roads on foot. A county town draws the inhabitants of all vicarages, farms, country houses, a... | notion of law and government. Purposely, perhaps, Mary did not agree with Ralph; she loved to feel her mind in conflict with his, and to be certain that he spared her female judgment no ounce of his male muscularity. He seemed to argue as fiercely with her as if she were his brother. They were alike, however, in believ... | Night And Day |
"Don t you remember that morning in Lincoln s Inn Fields?" | Mary Datchet | he asked, with some surprise.<|quote|>"Don t you remember that morning in Lincoln s Inn Fields?"</|quote|>she asked. "Yes," said Ralph, | "Why did you think that?" he asked, with some surprise.<|quote|>"Don t you remember that morning in Lincoln s Inn Fields?"</|quote|>she asked. "Yes," said Ralph, slackening his pace and remembering | eight years of it, and I m not going to stand it any longer. I suppose this all seems to you mad, though?" By this time Mary had recovered her self-control. "No. I thought you weren t happy," she said. "Why did you think that?" he asked, with some surprise.<|quote|>"Don t you remember that morning in Lincoln s Inn Fiel... | whole thing," he went on, and opened the gate with a jerk. They began to cross the next field walking side by side. "I tell you, Mary, it s utter destruction, working away, day after day, at stuff that doesn t matter a damn to any one. I ve stood eight years of it, and I m not going to stand it any longer. I suppose th... | no difficulty about getting a cottage, will there?" He spoke with an assumption of carelessness as if expecting her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he approached the subject of their marriage. "I can t stand the office any longer," he proceeded... | that it mattered very little what happened next. It mattered so little, indeed, that she felt herself on the point of saying to Ralph: "I love you; I shall never love anybody else. Marry me or leave me; think what you like of me I don t care a straw." At the moment, however, speech or silence seemed immaterial, and she... | recalled memories of the fair summer of 1853, which fitted in harmoniously with what she was dreaming of the future. CHAPTER XVIII But other passengers were approaching Lincoln meanwhile by other roads on foot. A county town draws the inhabitants of all vicarages, farms, country houses, and wayside cottages, within a r... | there ll be no difficulty about getting a cottage, will there?" He spoke with an assumption of carelessness as if expecting her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he approached the subject of their marriage. "I can t stand the office any longer," ... | Night And Day |
she asked. | No speaker | in Lincoln s Inn Fields?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"Yes," said Ralph, slackening his | t you remember that morning in Lincoln s Inn Fields?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"Yes," said Ralph, slackening his pace and remembering Katharine and | it any longer. I suppose this all seems to you mad, though?" By this time Mary had recovered her self-control. "No. I thought you weren t happy," she said. "Why did you think that?" he asked, with some surprise. "Don t you remember that morning in Lincoln s Inn Fields?"<|quote|>she asked.</|quote|>"Yes," said Ralph, sl... | jerk. They began to cross the next field walking side by side. "I tell you, Mary, it s utter destruction, working away, day after day, at stuff that doesn t matter a damn to any one. I ve stood eight years of it, and I m not going to stand it any longer. I suppose this all seems to you mad, though?" By this time Mary h... | an assumption of carelessness as if expecting her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he approached the subject of their marriage. "I can t stand the office any longer," he proceeded. "I don t know what my family will say; but I m sure I m right. D... | little, indeed, that she felt herself on the point of saying to Ralph: "I love you; I shall never love anybody else. Marry me or leave me; think what you like of me I don t care a straw." At the moment, however, speech or silence seemed immaterial, and she merely clapped her hands together, and looked at the distant wo... | harmoniously with what she was dreaming of the future. CHAPTER XVIII But other passengers were approaching Lincoln meanwhile by other roads on foot. A county town draws the inhabitants of all vicarages, farms, country houses, and wayside cottages, within a radius of ten miles at least, once or twice a week to its stree... | which they tramped, with eyes narrowed close by the concentration of their minds. At length they drew breath, let the argument fly away into the limbo of other good arguments, and, leaning over a gate, opened their eyes for the first time and looked about them. Their feet tingled with warm blood and their breath rose i... | Night And Day |
"Yes," | Ralph Denham | s Inn Fields?" she asked.<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>said Ralph, slackening his pace | remember that morning in Lincoln s Inn Fields?" she asked.<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>said Ralph, slackening his pace and remembering Katharine and her | longer. I suppose this all seems to you mad, though?" By this time Mary had recovered her self-control. "No. I thought you weren t happy," she said. "Why did you think that?" he asked, with some surprise. "Don t you remember that morning in Lincoln s Inn Fields?" she asked.<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>said Ralph, slackenin... | began to cross the next field walking side by side. "I tell you, Mary, it s utter destruction, working away, day after day, at stuff that doesn t matter a damn to any one. I ve stood eight years of it, and I m not going to stand it any longer. I suppose this all seems to you mad, though?" By this time Mary had recovere... | of carelessness as if expecting her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he approached the subject of their marriage. "I can t stand the office any longer," he proceeded. "I don t know what my family will say; but I m sure I m right. Don t you think... | that she felt herself on the point of saying to Ralph: "I love you; I shall never love anybody else. Marry me or leave me; think what you like of me I don t care a straw." At the moment, however, speech or silence seemed immaterial, and she merely clapped her hands together, and looked at the distant woods with the rus... | what she was dreaming of the future. CHAPTER XVIII But other passengers were approaching Lincoln meanwhile by other roads on foot. A county town draws the inhabitants of all vicarages, farms, country houses, and wayside cottages, within a radius of ten miles at least, once or twice a week to its streets; and among them... | a mere toss-up whether she said, "I love you," or whether she said, "I love the beech-trees," or only "I love I love." "Do you know, Mary," Ralph suddenly interrupted her, "I ve made up my mind." Her indifference must have been superficial, for it disappeared at once. Indeed, she lost sight of the trees, and saw her ow... | Night And Day |
said Ralph, slackening his pace and remembering Katharine and her engagement, the purple leaves stamped into the path, the white paper radiant under the electric light, and the hopelessness which seemed to surround all these things. | No speaker | Inn Fields?" she asked. "Yes,"<|quote|>said Ralph, slackening his pace and remembering Katharine and her engagement, the purple leaves stamped into the path, the white paper radiant under the electric light, and the hopelessness which seemed to surround all these things.</|quote|>"You re right, Mary," he | that morning in Lincoln s Inn Fields?" she asked. "Yes,"<|quote|>said Ralph, slackening his pace and remembering Katharine and her engagement, the purple leaves stamped into the path, the white paper radiant under the electric light, and the hopelessness which seemed to surround all these things.</|quote|>"You re right... | I suppose this all seems to you mad, though?" By this time Mary had recovered her self-control. "No. I thought you weren t happy," she said. "Why did you think that?" he asked, with some surprise. "Don t you remember that morning in Lincoln s Inn Fields?" she asked. "Yes,"<|quote|>said Ralph, slackening his pace and re... | to cross the next field walking side by side. "I tell you, Mary, it s utter destruction, working away, day after day, at stuff that doesn t matter a damn to any one. I ve stood eight years of it, and I m not going to stand it any longer. I suppose this all seems to you mad, though?" By this time Mary had recovered her ... | carelessness as if expecting her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he approached the subject of their marriage. "I can t stand the office any longer," he proceeded. "I don t know what my family will say; but I m sure I m right. Don t you think so... | she felt herself on the point of saying to Ralph: "I love you; I shall never love anybody else. Marry me or leave me; think what you like of me I don t care a straw." At the moment, however, speech or silence seemed immaterial, and she merely clapped her hands together, and looked at the distant woods with the rust-lik... | she was dreaming of the future. CHAPTER XVIII But other passengers were approaching Lincoln meanwhile by other roads on foot. A county town draws the inhabitants of all vicarages, farms, country houses, and wayside cottages, within a radius of ten miles at least, once or twice a week to its streets; and among them, on ... | did not agree with Ralph; she loved to feel her mind in conflict with his, and to be certain that he spared her female judgment no ounce of his male muscularity. He seemed to argue as fiercely with her as if she were his brother. They were alike, however, in believing that it behooved them to take in hand the repair an... | Night And Day |
"You re right, Mary," | Ralph Denham | to surround all these things.<|quote|>"You re right, Mary,"</|quote|>he said, with something of | and the hopelessness which seemed to surround all these things.<|quote|>"You re right, Mary,"</|quote|>he said, with something of an effort, "though I don | "Don t you remember that morning in Lincoln s Inn Fields?" she asked. "Yes," said Ralph, slackening his pace and remembering Katharine and her engagement, the purple leaves stamped into the path, the white paper radiant under the electric light, and the hopelessness which seemed to surround all these things.<|quote|>"Y... | eight years of it, and I m not going to stand it any longer. I suppose this all seems to you mad, though?" By this time Mary had recovered her self-control. "No. I thought you weren t happy," she said. "Why did you think that?" he asked, with some surprise. "Don t you remember that morning in Lincoln s Inn Fields?" she... | the office any longer," he proceeded. "I don t know what my family will say; but I m sure I m right. Don t you think so?" "Live down here by yourself?" she asked. "Some old woman would do for me, I suppose," he replied. "I m sick of the whole thing," he went on, and opened the gate with a jerk. They began to cross the ... | At the moment, however, speech or silence seemed immaterial, and she merely clapped her hands together, and looked at the distant woods with the rust-like bloom on their brown, and the green and blue landscape through the steam of her own breath. It seemed a mere toss-up whether she said, "I love you," or whether she s... | a radius of ten miles at least, once or twice a week to its streets; and among them, on this occasion, were Ralph Denham and Mary Datchet. They despised the roads, and took their way across the fields; and yet, from their appearance, it did not seem as if they cared much where they walked so long as the way did not act... | for it disappeared at once. Indeed, she lost sight of the trees, and saw her own hand upon the topmost bar of the gate with extreme distinctness, while he went on: "I ve made up my mind to chuck my work and live down here. I want you to tell me about that cottage you spoke of. However, I suppose there ll be no difficul... | Night And Day |
he said, with something of an effort, | No speaker | things. "You re right, Mary,"<|quote|>he said, with something of an effort,</|quote|>"though I don t know | seemed to surround all these things. "You re right, Mary,"<|quote|>he said, with something of an effort,</|quote|>"though I don t know how you guessed it." She | that morning in Lincoln s Inn Fields?" she asked. "Yes," said Ralph, slackening his pace and remembering Katharine and her engagement, the purple leaves stamped into the path, the white paper radiant under the electric light, and the hopelessness which seemed to surround all these things. "You re right, Mary,"<|quote|>... | and I m not going to stand it any longer. I suppose this all seems to you mad, though?" By this time Mary had recovered her self-control. "No. I thought you weren t happy," she said. "Why did you think that?" he asked, with some surprise. "Don t you remember that morning in Lincoln s Inn Fields?" she asked. "Yes," said... | he proceeded. "I don t know what my family will say; but I m sure I m right. Don t you think so?" "Live down here by yourself?" she asked. "Some old woman would do for me, I suppose," he replied. "I m sick of the whole thing," he went on, and opened the gate with a jerk. They began to cross the next field walking side ... | speech or silence seemed immaterial, and she merely clapped her hands together, and looked at the distant woods with the rust-like bloom on their brown, and the green and blue landscape through the steam of her own breath. It seemed a mere toss-up whether she said, "I love you," or whether she said, "I love the beech-t... | miles at least, once or twice a week to its streets; and among them, on this occasion, were Ralph Denham and Mary Datchet. They despised the roads, and took their way across the fields; and yet, from their appearance, it did not seem as if they cared much where they walked so long as the way did not actually trip them ... | at the distant woods with the rust-like bloom on their brown, and the green and blue landscape through the steam of her own breath. It seemed a mere toss-up whether she said, "I love you," or whether she said, "I love the beech-trees," or only "I love I love." "Do you know, Mary," Ralph suddenly interrupted her, "I ve ... | Night And Day |
"though I don t know how you guessed it." | Ralph Denham | with something of an effort,<|quote|>"though I don t know how you guessed it."</|quote|>She was silent, hoping that | re right, Mary," he said, with something of an effort,<|quote|>"though I don t know how you guessed it."</|quote|>She was silent, hoping that he might tell her the | she asked. "Yes," said Ralph, slackening his pace and remembering Katharine and her engagement, the purple leaves stamped into the path, the white paper radiant under the electric light, and the hopelessness which seemed to surround all these things. "You re right, Mary," he said, with something of an effort,<|quote|>"... | it any longer. I suppose this all seems to you mad, though?" By this time Mary had recovered her self-control. "No. I thought you weren t happy," she said. "Why did you think that?" he asked, with some surprise. "Don t you remember that morning in Lincoln s Inn Fields?" she asked. "Yes," said Ralph, slackening his pace... | my family will say; but I m sure I m right. Don t you think so?" "Live down here by yourself?" she asked. "Some old woman would do for me, I suppose," he replied. "I m sick of the whole thing," he went on, and opened the gate with a jerk. They began to cross the next field walking side by side. "I tell you, Mary, it s ... | merely clapped her hands together, and looked at the distant woods with the rust-like bloom on their brown, and the green and blue landscape through the steam of her own breath. It seemed a mere toss-up whether she said, "I love you," or whether she said, "I love the beech-trees," or only "I love I love." "Do you know,... | week to its streets; and among them, on this occasion, were Ralph Denham and Mary Datchet. They despised the roads, and took their way across the fields; and yet, from their appearance, it did not seem as if they cared much where they walked so long as the way did not actually trip them up. When they left the Vicarage,... | gate with extreme distinctness, while he went on: "I ve made up my mind to chuck my work and live down here. I want you to tell me about that cottage you spoke of. However, I suppose there ll be no difficulty about getting a cottage, will there?" He spoke with an assumption of carelessness as if expecting her to dissua... | Night And Day |
She was silent, hoping that he might tell her the reason of his unhappiness, for his excuses had not deceived her. | No speaker | know how you guessed it."<|quote|>She was silent, hoping that he might tell her the reason of his unhappiness, for his excuses had not deceived her.</|quote|>"I was unhappy very unhappy," | effort, "though I don t know how you guessed it."<|quote|>She was silent, hoping that he might tell her the reason of his unhappiness, for his excuses had not deceived her.</|quote|>"I was unhappy very unhappy," he repeated. Some six weeks | remembering Katharine and her engagement, the purple leaves stamped into the path, the white paper radiant under the electric light, and the hopelessness which seemed to surround all these things. "You re right, Mary," he said, with something of an effort, "though I don t know how you guessed it."<|quote|>She was silen... | you mad, though?" By this time Mary had recovered her self-control. "No. I thought you weren t happy," she said. "Why did you think that?" he asked, with some surprise. "Don t you remember that morning in Lincoln s Inn Fields?" she asked. "Yes," said Ralph, slackening his pace and remembering Katharine and her engageme... | m right. Don t you think so?" "Live down here by yourself?" she asked. "Some old woman would do for me, I suppose," he replied. "I m sick of the whole thing," he went on, and opened the gate with a jerk. They began to cross the next field walking side by side. "I tell you, Mary, it s utter destruction, working away, da... | distant woods with the rust-like bloom on their brown, and the green and blue landscape through the steam of her own breath. It seemed a mere toss-up whether she said, "I love you," or whether she said, "I love the beech-trees," or only "I love I love." "Do you know, Mary," Ralph suddenly interrupted her, "I ve made up... | occasion, were Ralph Denham and Mary Datchet. They despised the roads, and took their way across the fields; and yet, from their appearance, it did not seem as if they cared much where they walked so long as the way did not actually trip them up. When they left the Vicarage, they had begun an argument which swung their... | councilors. They agreed, unconsciously, in a mute love for the muddy field through which they tramped, with eyes narrowed close by the concentration of their minds. At length they drew breath, let the argument fly away into the limbo of other good arguments, and, leaning over a gate, opened their eyes for the first tim... | Night And Day |
"I was unhappy very unhappy," | Ralph Denham | excuses had not deceived her.<|quote|>"I was unhappy very unhappy,"</|quote|>he repeated. Some six weeks | of his unhappiness, for his excuses had not deceived her.<|quote|>"I was unhappy very unhappy,"</|quote|>he repeated. Some six weeks separated him from that afternoon | the hopelessness which seemed to surround all these things. "You re right, Mary," he said, with something of an effort, "though I don t know how you guessed it." She was silent, hoping that he might tell her the reason of his unhappiness, for his excuses had not deceived her.<|quote|>"I was unhappy very unhappy,"</|quo... | did you think that?" he asked, with some surprise. "Don t you remember that morning in Lincoln s Inn Fields?" she asked. "Yes," said Ralph, slackening his pace and remembering Katharine and her engagement, the purple leaves stamped into the path, the white paper radiant under the electric light, and the hopelessness wh... | I suppose," he replied. "I m sick of the whole thing," he went on, and opened the gate with a jerk. They began to cross the next field walking side by side. "I tell you, Mary, it s utter destruction, working away, day after day, at stuff that doesn t matter a damn to any one. I ve stood eight years of it, and I m not g... | breath. It seemed a mere toss-up whether she said, "I love you," or whether she said, "I love the beech-trees," or only "I love I love." "Do you know, Mary," Ralph suddenly interrupted her, "I ve made up my mind." Her indifference must have been superficial, for it disappeared at once. Indeed, she lost sight of the tre... | their appearance, it did not seem as if they cared much where they walked so long as the way did not actually trip them up. When they left the Vicarage, they had begun an argument which swung their feet along so rhythmically in time with it that they covered the ground at over four miles an hour, and saw nothing of the... | the subject of their marriage. "I can t stand the office any longer," he proceeded. "I don t know what my family will say; but I m sure I m right. Don t you think so?" "Live down here by yourself?" she asked. "Some old woman would do for me, I suppose," he replied. "I m sick of the whole thing," he went on, and opened ... | Night And Day |
he repeated. Some six weeks separated him from that afternoon when he had sat upon the Embankment watching his visions dissolve in mist as the waters swam past and the sense of his desolation still made him shiver. He had not recovered in the least from that depression. Here was an opportunity for making himself face i... | No speaker | "I was unhappy very unhappy,"<|quote|>he repeated. Some six weeks separated him from that afternoon when he had sat upon the Embankment watching his visions dissolve in mist as the waters swam past and the sense of his desolation still made him shiver. He had not recovered in the least from that depression. Here was an... | excuses had not deceived her. "I was unhappy very unhappy,"<|quote|>he repeated. Some six weeks separated him from that afternoon when he had sat upon the Embankment watching his visions dissolve in mist as the waters swam past and the sense of his desolation still made him shiver. He had not recovered in the least fro... | surround all these things. "You re right, Mary," he said, with something of an effort, "though I don t know how you guessed it." She was silent, hoping that he might tell her the reason of his unhappiness, for his excuses had not deceived her. "I was unhappy very unhappy,"<|quote|>he repeated. Some six weeks separated ... | asked, with some surprise. "Don t you remember that morning in Lincoln s Inn Fields?" she asked. "Yes," said Ralph, slackening his pace and remembering Katharine and her engagement, the purple leaves stamped into the path, the white paper radiant under the electric light, and the hopelessness which seemed to surround a... | m sick of the whole thing," he went on, and opened the gate with a jerk. They began to cross the next field walking side by side. "I tell you, Mary, it s utter destruction, working away, day after day, at stuff that doesn t matter a damn to any one. I ve stood eight years of it, and I m not going to stand it any longer... | toss-up whether she said, "I love you," or whether she said, "I love the beech-trees," or only "I love I love." "Do you know, Mary," Ralph suddenly interrupted her, "I ve made up my mind." Her indifference must have been superficial, for it disappeared at once. Indeed, she lost sight of the trees, and saw her own hand ... | seem as if they cared much where they walked so long as the way did not actually trip them up. When they left the Vicarage, they had begun an argument which swung their feet along so rhythmically in time with it that they covered the ground at over four miles an hour, and saw nothing of the hedgerows, the swelling plow... | made it seem to her that it mattered very little what happened next. It mattered so little, indeed, that she felt herself on the point of saying to Ralph: "I love you; I shall never love anybody else. Marry me or leave me; think what you like of me I don t care a straw." At the moment, however, speech or silence seemed... | Night And Day |
"Unhappiness is a state of mind," | Ralph Denham | little to do with her.<|quote|>"Unhappiness is a state of mind,"</|quote|>he said, "by which I | that his feeling had very little to do with her.<|quote|>"Unhappiness is a state of mind,"</|quote|>he said, "by which I mean that it is not | first saw Katharine Hilbery pouring out tea. He must begin, however, by mentioning her name, and this he found it impossible to do. He persuaded himself that he could make an honest statement without speaking her name; he persuaded himself that his feeling had very little to do with her.<|quote|>"Unhappiness is a state... | face it, as he felt that he ought to; for, by this time, no doubt, it was only a sentimental ghost, better exorcised by ruthless exposure to such an eye as Mary s, than allowed to underlie all his actions and thoughts as had been the case ever since he first saw Katharine Hilbery pouring out tea. He must begin, however... | re right, Mary," he said, with something of an effort, "though I don t know how you guessed it." She was silent, hoping that he might tell her the reason of his unhappiness, for his excuses had not deceived her. "I was unhappy very unhappy," he repeated. Some six weeks separated him from that afternoon when he had sat ... | office any longer," he proceeded. "I don t know what my family will say; but I m sure I m right. Don t you think so?" "Live down here by yourself?" she asked. "Some old woman would do for me, I suppose," he replied. "I m sick of the whole thing," he went on, and opened the gate with a jerk. They began to cross the next... | with her as if she were his brother. They were alike, however, in believing that it behooved them to take in hand the repair and reconstruction of the fabric of England. They agreed in thinking that nature has not been generous in the endowment of our councilors. They agreed, unconsciously, in a mute love for the muddy... | speech or silence seemed immaterial, and she merely clapped her hands together, and looked at the distant woods with the rust-like bloom on their brown, and the green and blue landscape through the steam of her own breath. It seemed a mere toss-up whether she said, "I love you," or whether she said, "I love the beech-t... | Night And Day |
he said, | No speaker | is a state of mind,"<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>"by which I mean that | to do with her. "Unhappiness is a state of mind,"<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>"by which I mean that it is not necessarily the | tea. He must begin, however, by mentioning her name, and this he found it impossible to do. He persuaded himself that he could make an honest statement without speaking her name; he persuaded himself that his feeling had very little to do with her. "Unhappiness is a state of mind,"<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>"by which I... | he ought to; for, by this time, no doubt, it was only a sentimental ghost, better exorcised by ruthless exposure to such an eye as Mary s, than allowed to underlie all his actions and thoughts as had been the case ever since he first saw Katharine Hilbery pouring out tea. He must begin, however, by mentioning her name,... | something of an effort, "though I don t know how you guessed it." She was silent, hoping that he might tell her the reason of his unhappiness, for his excuses had not deceived her. "I was unhappy very unhappy," he repeated. Some six weeks separated him from that afternoon when he had sat upon the Embankment watching hi... | don t know what my family will say; but I m sure I m right. Don t you think so?" "Live down here by yourself?" she asked. "Some old woman would do for me, I suppose," he replied. "I m sick of the whole thing," he went on, and opened the gate with a jerk. They began to cross the next field walking side by side. "I tell ... | his brother. They were alike, however, in believing that it behooved them to take in hand the repair and reconstruction of the fabric of England. They agreed in thinking that nature has not been generous in the endowment of our councilors. They agreed, unconsciously, in a mute love for the muddy field through which the... | mere toss-up whether she said, "I love you," or whether she said, "I love the beech-trees," or only "I love I love." "Do you know, Mary," Ralph suddenly interrupted her, "I ve made up my mind." Her indifference must have been superficial, for it disappeared at once. Indeed, she lost sight of the trees, and saw her own ... | Night And Day |
"by which I mean that it is not necessarily the result of any particular cause." | Ralph Denham | state of mind," he said,<|quote|>"by which I mean that it is not necessarily the result of any particular cause."</|quote|>This rather stilted beginning did | with her. "Unhappiness is a state of mind," he said,<|quote|>"by which I mean that it is not necessarily the result of any particular cause."</|quote|>This rather stilted beginning did not please him, and it | must begin, however, by mentioning her name, and this he found it impossible to do. He persuaded himself that he could make an honest statement without speaking her name; he persuaded himself that his feeling had very little to do with her. "Unhappiness is a state of mind," he said,<|quote|>"by which I mean that it is ... | to; for, by this time, no doubt, it was only a sentimental ghost, better exorcised by ruthless exposure to such an eye as Mary s, than allowed to underlie all his actions and thoughts as had been the case ever since he first saw Katharine Hilbery pouring out tea. He must begin, however, by mentioning her name, and this... | an effort, "though I don t know how you guessed it." She was silent, hoping that he might tell her the reason of his unhappiness, for his excuses had not deceived her. "I was unhappy very unhappy," he repeated. Some six weeks separated him from that afternoon when he had sat upon the Embankment watching his visions dis... | know what my family will say; but I m sure I m right. Don t you think so?" "Live down here by yourself?" she asked. "Some old woman would do for me, I suppose," he replied. "I m sick of the whole thing," he went on, and opened the gate with a jerk. They began to cross the next field walking side by side. "I tell you, M... | They were alike, however, in believing that it behooved them to take in hand the repair and reconstruction of the fabric of England. They agreed in thinking that nature has not been generous in the endowment of our councilors. They agreed, unconsciously, in a mute love for the muddy field through which they tramped, wi... | her hands together, and looked at the distant woods with the rust-like bloom on their brown, and the green and blue landscape through the steam of her own breath. It seemed a mere toss-up whether she said, "I love you," or whether she said, "I love the beech-trees," or only "I love I love." "Do you know, Mary," Ralph s... | Night And Day |
This rather stilted beginning did not please him, and it became more and more obvious to him that, whatever he might say, his unhappiness had been directly caused by Katharine. | No speaker | result of any particular cause."<|quote|>This rather stilted beginning did not please him, and it became more and more obvious to him that, whatever he might say, his unhappiness had been directly caused by Katharine.</|quote|>"I began to find my | it is not necessarily the result of any particular cause."<|quote|>This rather stilted beginning did not please him, and it became more and more obvious to him that, whatever he might say, his unhappiness had been directly caused by Katharine.</|quote|>"I began to find my life unsatisfactory," he started afresh. | He persuaded himself that he could make an honest statement without speaking her name; he persuaded himself that his feeling had very little to do with her. "Unhappiness is a state of mind," he said, "by which I mean that it is not necessarily the result of any particular cause."<|quote|>This rather stilted beginning d... | by ruthless exposure to such an eye as Mary s, than allowed to underlie all his actions and thoughts as had been the case ever since he first saw Katharine Hilbery pouring out tea. He must begin, however, by mentioning her name, and this he found it impossible to do. He persuaded himself that he could make an honest st... | that he might tell her the reason of his unhappiness, for his excuses had not deceived her. "I was unhappy very unhappy," he repeated. Some six weeks separated him from that afternoon when he had sat upon the Embankment watching his visions dissolve in mist as the waters swam past and the sense of his desolation still ... | you think so?" "Live down here by yourself?" she asked. "Some old woman would do for me, I suppose," he replied. "I m sick of the whole thing," he went on, and opened the gate with a jerk. They began to cross the next field walking side by side. "I tell you, Mary, it s utter destruction, working away, day after day, at... | repair and reconstruction of the fabric of England. They agreed in thinking that nature has not been generous in the endowment of our councilors. They agreed, unconsciously, in a mute love for the muddy field through which they tramped, with eyes narrowed close by the concentration of their minds. At length they drew b... | said. "Why did you think that?" he asked, with some surprise. "Don t you remember that morning in Lincoln s Inn Fields?" she asked. "Yes," said Ralph, slackening his pace and remembering Katharine and her engagement, the purple leaves stamped into the path, the white paper radiant under the electric light, and the hope... | Night And Day |
"I began to find my life unsatisfactory," | Ralph Denham | been directly caused by Katharine.<|quote|>"I began to find my life unsatisfactory,"</|quote|>he started afresh. "It seemed | might say, his unhappiness had been directly caused by Katharine.<|quote|>"I began to find my life unsatisfactory,"</|quote|>he started afresh. "It seemed to me meaningless." He paused | state of mind," he said, "by which I mean that it is not necessarily the result of any particular cause." This rather stilted beginning did not please him, and it became more and more obvious to him that, whatever he might say, his unhappiness had been directly caused by Katharine.<|quote|>"I began to find my life unsa... | Hilbery pouring out tea. He must begin, however, by mentioning her name, and this he found it impossible to do. He persuaded himself that he could make an honest statement without speaking her name; he persuaded himself that his feeling had very little to do with her. "Unhappiness is a state of mind," he said, "by whic... | that afternoon when he had sat upon the Embankment watching his visions dissolve in mist as the waters swam past and the sense of his desolation still made him shiver. He had not recovered in the least from that depression. Here was an opportunity for making himself face it, as he felt that he ought to; for, by this ti... | on, and opened the gate with a jerk. They began to cross the next field walking side by side. "I tell you, Mary, it s utter destruction, working away, day after day, at stuff that doesn t matter a damn to any one. I ve stood eight years of it, and I m not going to stand it any longer. I suppose this all seems to you ma... | love for the muddy field through which they tramped, with eyes narrowed close by the concentration of their minds. At length they drew breath, let the argument fly away into the limbo of other good arguments, and, leaning over a gate, opened their eyes for the first time and looked about them. Their feet tingled with w... | her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he approached the subject of their marriage. "I can t stand the office any longer," he proceeded. "I don t know what my family will say; but I m sure I m right. Don t you think so?" "Live down here by yoursel... | Night And Day |
he started afresh. | No speaker | to find my life unsatisfactory,"<|quote|>he started afresh.</|quote|>"It seemed to me meaningless." | caused by Katharine. "I began to find my life unsatisfactory,"<|quote|>he started afresh.</|quote|>"It seemed to me meaningless." He paused again, but felt | I mean that it is not necessarily the result of any particular cause." This rather stilted beginning did not please him, and it became more and more obvious to him that, whatever he might say, his unhappiness had been directly caused by Katharine. "I began to find my life unsatisfactory,"<|quote|>he started afresh.</|q... | however, by mentioning her name, and this he found it impossible to do. He persuaded himself that he could make an honest statement without speaking her name; he persuaded himself that his feeling had very little to do with her. "Unhappiness is a state of mind," he said, "by which I mean that it is not necessarily the ... | the Embankment watching his visions dissolve in mist as the waters swam past and the sense of his desolation still made him shiver. He had not recovered in the least from that depression. Here was an opportunity for making himself face it, as he felt that he ought to; for, by this time, no doubt, it was only a sentimen... | jerk. They began to cross the next field walking side by side. "I tell you, Mary, it s utter destruction, working away, day after day, at stuff that doesn t matter a damn to any one. I ve stood eight years of it, and I m not going to stand it any longer. I suppose this all seems to you mad, though?" By this time Mary h... | they tramped, with eyes narrowed close by the concentration of their minds. At length they drew breath, let the argument fly away into the limbo of other good arguments, and, leaning over a gate, opened their eyes for the first time and looked about them. Their feet tingled with warm blood and their breath rose in stea... | that morning in Lincoln s Inn Fields?" she asked. "Yes," said Ralph, slackening his pace and remembering Katharine and her engagement, the purple leaves stamped into the path, the white paper radiant under the electric light, and the hopelessness which seemed to surround all these things. "You re right, Mary," he said,... | Night And Day |
"It seemed to me meaningless." | Ralph Denham | life unsatisfactory," he started afresh.<|quote|>"It seemed to me meaningless."</|quote|>He paused again, but felt | "I began to find my life unsatisfactory," he started afresh.<|quote|>"It seemed to me meaningless."</|quote|>He paused again, but felt that this, at any rate, | it is not necessarily the result of any particular cause." This rather stilted beginning did not please him, and it became more and more obvious to him that, whatever he might say, his unhappiness had been directly caused by Katharine. "I began to find my life unsatisfactory," he started afresh.<|quote|>"It seemed to m... | her name, and this he found it impossible to do. He persuaded himself that he could make an honest statement without speaking her name; he persuaded himself that his feeling had very little to do with her. "Unhappiness is a state of mind," he said, "by which I mean that it is not necessarily the result of any particula... | his visions dissolve in mist as the waters swam past and the sense of his desolation still made him shiver. He had not recovered in the least from that depression. Here was an opportunity for making himself face it, as he felt that he ought to; for, by this time, no doubt, it was only a sentimental ghost, better exorci... | to cross the next field walking side by side. "I tell you, Mary, it s utter destruction, working away, day after day, at stuff that doesn t matter a damn to any one. I ve stood eight years of it, and I m not going to stand it any longer. I suppose this all seems to you mad, though?" By this time Mary had recovered her ... | eyes narrowed close by the concentration of their minds. At length they drew breath, let the argument fly away into the limbo of other good arguments, and, leaning over a gate, opened their eyes for the first time and looked about them. Their feet tingled with warm blood and their breath rose in steam around them. The ... | of his unhappiness, for his excuses had not deceived her. "I was unhappy very unhappy," he repeated. Some six weeks separated him from that afternoon when he had sat upon the Embankment watching his visions dissolve in mist as the waters swam past and the sense of his desolation still made him shiver. He had not recove... | Night And Day |
He paused again, but felt that this, at any rate, was true, and that on these lines he could go on. | No speaker | "It seemed to me meaningless."<|quote|>He paused again, but felt that this, at any rate, was true, and that on these lines he could go on.</|quote|>"All this money-making and working | life unsatisfactory," he started afresh. "It seemed to me meaningless."<|quote|>He paused again, but felt that this, at any rate, was true, and that on these lines he could go on.</|quote|>"All this money-making and working ten hours a day in | result of any particular cause." This rather stilted beginning did not please him, and it became more and more obvious to him that, whatever he might say, his unhappiness had been directly caused by Katharine. "I began to find my life unsatisfactory," he started afresh. "It seemed to me meaningless."<|quote|>He paused ... | found it impossible to do. He persuaded himself that he could make an honest statement without speaking her name; he persuaded himself that his feeling had very little to do with her. "Unhappiness is a state of mind," he said, "by which I mean that it is not necessarily the result of any particular cause." This rather ... | as the waters swam past and the sense of his desolation still made him shiver. He had not recovered in the least from that depression. Here was an opportunity for making himself face it, as he felt that he ought to; for, by this time, no doubt, it was only a sentimental ghost, better exorcised by ruthless exposure to s... | walking side by side. "I tell you, Mary, it s utter destruction, working away, day after day, at stuff that doesn t matter a damn to any one. I ve stood eight years of it, and I m not going to stand it any longer. I suppose this all seems to you mad, though?" By this time Mary had recovered her self-control. "No. I tho... | concentration of their minds. At length they drew breath, let the argument fly away into the limbo of other good arguments, and, leaning over a gate, opened their eyes for the first time and looked about them. Their feet tingled with warm blood and their breath rose in steam around them. The bodily exercise made them b... | continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he approached the subject of their marriage. "I can t stand the office any longer," he proceeded. "I don t know what my family will say; but I m sure I m right. Don t you think so?" "Live down here by yourself?" she asked. "Some old woman would do for me, I suppos... | Night And Day |
"All this money-making and working ten hours a day in an office, what s it FOR? When one s a boy, you see, one s head is so full of dreams that it doesn t seem to matter what one does. And if you re ambitious, you re all right; you ve got a reason for going on. Now my reasons ceased to satisfy me. Perhaps I never had a... | Ralph Denham | lines he could go on.<|quote|>"All this money-making and working ten hours a day in an office, what s it FOR? When one s a boy, you see, one s head is so full of dreams that it doesn t seem to matter what one does. And if you re ambitious, you re all right; you ve got a reason for going on. Now my reasons ceased to sat... | true, and that on these lines he could go on.<|quote|>"All this money-making and working ten hours a day in an office, what s it FOR? When one s a boy, you see, one s head is so full of dreams that it doesn t seem to matter what one does. And if you re ambitious, you re all right; you ve got a reason for going on. Now ... | him that, whatever he might say, his unhappiness had been directly caused by Katharine. "I began to find my life unsatisfactory," he started afresh. "It seemed to me meaningless." He paused again, but felt that this, at any rate, was true, and that on these lines he could go on.<|quote|>"All this money-making and worki... | himself that his feeling had very little to do with her. "Unhappiness is a state of mind," he said, "by which I mean that it is not necessarily the result of any particular cause." This rather stilted beginning did not please him, and it became more and more obvious to him that, whatever he might say, his unhappiness h... | least from that depression. Here was an opportunity for making himself face it, as he felt that he ought to; for, by this time, no doubt, it was only a sentimental ghost, better exorcised by ruthless exposure to such an eye as Mary s, than allowed to underlie all his actions and thoughts as had been the case ever since... | t matter a damn to any one. I ve stood eight years of it, and I m not going to stand it any longer. I suppose this all seems to you mad, though?" By this time Mary had recovered her self-control. "No. I thought you weren t happy," she said. "Why did you think that?" he asked, with some surprise. "Don t you remember tha... | and, leaning over a gate, opened their eyes for the first time and looked about them. Their feet tingled with warm blood and their breath rose in steam around them. The bodily exercise made them both feel more direct and less self-conscious than usual, and Mary, indeed, was overcome by a sort of light-headedness which ... | old woman would do for me, I suppose," he replied. "I m sick of the whole thing," he went on, and opened the gate with a jerk. They began to cross the next field walking side by side. "I tell you, Mary, it s utter destruction, working away, day after day, at stuff that doesn t matter a damn to any one. I ve stood eight... | Night And Day |
for a good reason now occurred to him | No speaker | know what carried me on"<|quote|>for a good reason now occurred to him</|quote|>"I wanted to be the | oneself in satisfactorily. And I know what carried me on"<|quote|>for a good reason now occurred to him</|quote|>"I wanted to be the savior of my family and | Now my reasons ceased to satisfy me. Perhaps I never had any. That s very likely now I come to think of it. (What reason is there for anything, though?) Still, it s impossible, after a certain age, to take oneself in satisfactorily. And I know what carried me on"<|quote|>for a good reason now occurred to him</|quote|>"... | day in an office, what s it FOR? When one s a boy, you see, one s head is so full of dreams that it doesn t seem to matter what one does. And if you re ambitious, you re all right; you ve got a reason for going on. Now my reasons ceased to satisfy me. Perhaps I never had any. That s very likely now I come to think of i... | do with her. "Unhappiness is a state of mind," he said, "by which I mean that it is not necessarily the result of any particular cause." This rather stilted beginning did not please him, and it became more and more obvious to him that, whatever he might say, his unhappiness had been directly caused by Katharine. "I beg... | these things. "You re right, Mary," he said, with something of an effort, "though I don t know how you guessed it." She was silent, hoping that he might tell her the reason of his unhappiness, for his excuses had not deceived her. "I was unhappy very unhappy," he repeated. Some six weeks separated him from that afterno... | a straw." At the moment, however, speech or silence seemed immaterial, and she merely clapped her hands together, and looked at the distant woods with the rust-like bloom on their brown, and the green and blue landscape through the steam of her own breath. It seemed a mere toss-up whether she said, "I love you," or whe... | here by yourself?" she asked. "Some old woman would do for me, I suppose," he replied. "I m sick of the whole thing," he went on, and opened the gate with a jerk. They began to cross the next field walking side by side. "I tell you, Mary, it s utter destruction, working away, day after day, at stuff that doesn t matter... | Night And Day |
"I wanted to be the savior of my family and all that kind of thing. I wanted them to get on in the world. That was a lie, of course a kind of self-glorification, too. Like most people, I suppose, I ve lived almost entirely among delusions, and now I m at the awkward stage of finding it out. I want another delusion to g... | Ralph Denham | reason now occurred to him<|quote|>"I wanted to be the savior of my family and all that kind of thing. I wanted them to get on in the world. That was a lie, of course a kind of self-glorification, too. Like most people, I suppose, I ve lived almost entirely among delusions, and now I m at the awkward stage of finding i... | me on" for a good reason now occurred to him<|quote|>"I wanted to be the savior of my family and all that kind of thing. I wanted them to get on in the world. That was a lie, of course a kind of self-glorification, too. Like most people, I suppose, I ve lived almost entirely among delusions, and now I m at the awkward ... | I never had any. That s very likely now I come to think of it. (What reason is there for anything, though?) Still, it s impossible, after a certain age, to take oneself in satisfactorily. And I know what carried me on" for a good reason now occurred to him<|quote|>"I wanted to be the savior of my family and all that ki... | When one s a boy, you see, one s head is so full of dreams that it doesn t seem to matter what one does. And if you re ambitious, you re all right; you ve got a reason for going on. Now my reasons ceased to satisfy me. Perhaps I never had any. That s very likely now I come to think of it. (What reason is there for anyt... | mind," he said, "by which I mean that it is not necessarily the result of any particular cause." This rather stilted beginning did not please him, and it became more and more obvious to him that, whatever he might say, his unhappiness had been directly caused by Katharine. "I began to find my life unsatisfactory," he s... | with something of an effort, "though I don t know how you guessed it." She was silent, hoping that he might tell her the reason of his unhappiness, for his excuses had not deceived her. "I was unhappy very unhappy," he repeated. Some six weeks separated him from that afternoon when he had sat upon the Embankment watchi... | silence seemed immaterial, and she merely clapped her hands together, and looked at the distant woods with the rust-like bloom on their brown, and the green and blue landscape through the steam of her own breath. It seemed a mere toss-up whether she said, "I love you," or whether she said, "I love the beech-trees," or ... | not going to stand it any longer. I suppose this all seems to you mad, though?" By this time Mary had recovered her self-control. "No. I thought you weren t happy," she said. "Why did you think that?" he asked, with some surprise. "Don t you remember that morning in Lincoln s Inn Fields?" she asked. "Yes," said Ralph, ... | Night And Day |
There were two reasons that kept Mary very silent during this speech, and drew curiously straight lines upon her face. In the first place, Ralph made no mention of marriage; in the second, he was not speaking the truth. | No speaker | my unhappiness amounts to, Mary."<|quote|>There were two reasons that kept Mary very silent during this speech, and drew curiously straight lines upon her face. In the first place, Ralph made no mention of marriage; in the second, he was not speaking the truth.</|quote|>"I don t think it | on with. That s what my unhappiness amounts to, Mary."<|quote|>There were two reasons that kept Mary very silent during this speech, and drew curiously straight lines upon her face. In the first place, Ralph made no mention of marriage; in the second, he was not speaking the truth.</|quote|>"I don t think it will be di... | was a lie, of course a kind of self-glorification, too. Like most people, I suppose, I ve lived almost entirely among delusions, and now I m at the awkward stage of finding it out. I want another delusion to go on with. That s what my unhappiness amounts to, Mary."<|quote|>There were two reasons that kept Mary very sil... | impossible, after a certain age, to take oneself in satisfactorily. And I know what carried me on" for a good reason now occurred to him "I wanted to be the savior of my family and all that kind of thing. I wanted them to get on in the world. That was a lie, of course a kind of self-glorification, too. Like most people... | and that on these lines he could go on. "All this money-making and working ten hours a day in an office, what s it FOR? When one s a boy, you see, one s head is so full of dreams that it doesn t seem to matter what one does. And if you re ambitious, you re all right; you ve got a reason for going on. Now my reasons cea... | made him shiver. He had not recovered in the least from that depression. Here was an opportunity for making himself face it, as he felt that he ought to; for, by this time, no doubt, it was only a sentimental ghost, better exorcised by ruthless exposure to such an eye as Mary s, than allowed to underlie all his actions... | Her indifference must have been superficial, for it disappeared at once. Indeed, she lost sight of the trees, and saw her own hand upon the topmost bar of the gate with extreme distinctness, while he went on: "I ve made up my mind to chuck my work and live down here. I want you to tell me about that cottage you spoke o... | his actions and thoughts as had been the case ever since he first saw Katharine Hilbery pouring out tea. He must begin, however, by mentioning her name, and this he found it impossible to do. He persuaded himself that he could make an honest statement without speaking her name; he persuaded himself that his feeling had... | Night And Day |
"I don t think it will be difficult to find a cottage," | Mary Datchet | was not speaking the truth.<|quote|>"I don t think it will be difficult to find a cottage,"</|quote|>she said, with cheerful hardness, | marriage; in the second, he was not speaking the truth.<|quote|>"I don t think it will be difficult to find a cottage,"</|quote|>she said, with cheerful hardness, ignoring the whole of this | go on with. That s what my unhappiness amounts to, Mary." There were two reasons that kept Mary very silent during this speech, and drew curiously straight lines upon her face. In the first place, Ralph made no mention of marriage; in the second, he was not speaking the truth.<|quote|>"I don t think it will be difficul... | thing. I wanted them to get on in the world. That was a lie, of course a kind of self-glorification, too. Like most people, I suppose, I ve lived almost entirely among delusions, and now I m at the awkward stage of finding it out. I want another delusion to go on with. That s what my unhappiness amounts to, Mary." Ther... | dreams that it doesn t seem to matter what one does. And if you re ambitious, you re all right; you ve got a reason for going on. Now my reasons ceased to satisfy me. Perhaps I never had any. That s very likely now I come to think of it. (What reason is there for anything, though?) Still, it s impossible, after a certa... | sentimental ghost, better exorcised by ruthless exposure to such an eye as Mary s, than allowed to underlie all his actions and thoughts as had been the case ever since he first saw Katharine Hilbery pouring out tea. He must begin, however, by mentioning her name, and this he found it impossible to do. He persuaded him... | made up my mind to chuck my work and live down here. I want you to tell me about that cottage you spoke of. However, I suppose there ll be no difficulty about getting a cottage, will there?" He spoke with an assumption of carelessness as if expecting her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she... | find my life unsatisfactory," he started afresh. "It seemed to me meaningless." He paused again, but felt that this, at any rate, was true, and that on these lines he could go on. "All this money-making and working ten hours a day in an office, what s it FOR? When one s a boy, you see, one s head is so full of dreams t... | Night And Day |
she said, with cheerful hardness, ignoring the whole of this statement. | No speaker | difficult to find a cottage,"<|quote|>she said, with cheerful hardness, ignoring the whole of this statement.</|quote|>"You ve got a little | t think it will be difficult to find a cottage,"<|quote|>she said, with cheerful hardness, ignoring the whole of this statement.</|quote|>"You ve got a little money, haven t you? Yes," | were two reasons that kept Mary very silent during this speech, and drew curiously straight lines upon her face. In the first place, Ralph made no mention of marriage; in the second, he was not speaking the truth. "I don t think it will be difficult to find a cottage,"<|quote|>she said, with cheerful hardness, ignoring... | a lie, of course a kind of self-glorification, too. Like most people, I suppose, I ve lived almost entirely among delusions, and now I m at the awkward stage of finding it out. I want another delusion to go on with. That s what my unhappiness amounts to, Mary." There were two reasons that kept Mary very silent during t... | if you re ambitious, you re all right; you ve got a reason for going on. Now my reasons ceased to satisfy me. Perhaps I never had any. That s very likely now I come to think of it. (What reason is there for anything, though?) Still, it s impossible, after a certain age, to take oneself in satisfactorily. And I know wha... | Mary s, than allowed to underlie all his actions and thoughts as had been the case ever since he first saw Katharine Hilbery pouring out tea. He must begin, however, by mentioning her name, and this he found it impossible to do. He persuaded himself that he could make an honest statement without speaking her name; he p... | I want you to tell me about that cottage you spoke of. However, I suppose there ll be no difficulty about getting a cottage, will there?" He spoke with an assumption of carelessness as if expecting her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he approac... | I mean that it is not necessarily the result of any particular cause." This rather stilted beginning did not please him, and it became more and more obvious to him that, whatever he might say, his unhappiness had been directly caused by Katharine. "I began to find my life unsatisfactory," he started afresh. "It seemed ... | Night And Day |
"You ve got a little money, haven t you? Yes," | Mary Datchet | the whole of this statement.<|quote|>"You ve got a little money, haven t you? Yes,"</|quote|>she concluded, "I don t | said, with cheerful hardness, ignoring the whole of this statement.<|quote|>"You ve got a little money, haven t you? Yes,"</|quote|>she concluded, "I don t see why it shouldn t | and drew curiously straight lines upon her face. In the first place, Ralph made no mention of marriage; in the second, he was not speaking the truth. "I don t think it will be difficult to find a cottage," she said, with cheerful hardness, ignoring the whole of this statement.<|quote|>"You ve got a little money, haven ... | people, I suppose, I ve lived almost entirely among delusions, and now I m at the awkward stage of finding it out. I want another delusion to go on with. That s what my unhappiness amounts to, Mary." There were two reasons that kept Mary very silent during this speech, and drew curiously straight lines upon her face. I... | a reason for going on. Now my reasons ceased to satisfy me. Perhaps I never had any. That s very likely now I come to think of it. (What reason is there for anything, though?) Still, it s impossible, after a certain age, to take oneself in satisfactorily. And I know what carried me on" for a good reason now occurred to... | as had been the case ever since he first saw Katharine Hilbery pouring out tea. He must begin, however, by mentioning her name, and this he found it impossible to do. He persuaded himself that he could make an honest statement without speaking her name; he persuaded himself that his feeling had very little to do with h... | of. However, I suppose there ll be no difficulty about getting a cottage, will there?" He spoke with an assumption of carelessness as if expecting her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he approached the subject of their marriage. "I can t stand t... | since he first saw Katharine Hilbery pouring out tea. He must begin, however, by mentioning her name, and this he found it impossible to do. He persuaded himself that he could make an honest statement without speaking her name; he persuaded himself that his feeling had very little to do with her. "Unhappiness is a stat... | Night And Day |
she concluded, | No speaker | money, haven t you? Yes,"<|quote|>she concluded,</|quote|>"I don t see why | "You ve got a little money, haven t you? Yes,"<|quote|>she concluded,</|quote|>"I don t see why it shouldn t be a | first place, Ralph made no mention of marriage; in the second, he was not speaking the truth. "I don t think it will be difficult to find a cottage," she said, with cheerful hardness, ignoring the whole of this statement. "You ve got a little money, haven t you? Yes,"<|quote|>she concluded,</|quote|>"I don t see why it... | and now I m at the awkward stage of finding it out. I want another delusion to go on with. That s what my unhappiness amounts to, Mary." There were two reasons that kept Mary very silent during this speech, and drew curiously straight lines upon her face. In the first place, Ralph made no mention of marriage; in the se... | satisfy me. Perhaps I never had any. That s very likely now I come to think of it. (What reason is there for anything, though?) Still, it s impossible, after a certain age, to take oneself in satisfactorily. And I know what carried me on" for a good reason now occurred to him "I wanted to be the savior of my family and... | Katharine Hilbery pouring out tea. He must begin, however, by mentioning her name, and this he found it impossible to do. He persuaded himself that he could make an honest statement without speaking her name; he persuaded himself that his feeling had very little to do with her. "Unhappiness is a state of mind," he said... | getting a cottage, will there?" He spoke with an assumption of carelessness as if expecting her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he approached the subject of their marriage. "I can t stand the office any longer," he proceeded. "I don t know what... | still made him shiver. He had not recovered in the least from that depression. Here was an opportunity for making himself face it, as he felt that he ought to; for, by this time, no doubt, it was only a sentimental ghost, better exorcised by ruthless exposure to such an eye as Mary s, than allowed to underlie all his a... | Night And Day |
"I don t see why it shouldn t be a very good plan." | Mary Datchet | t you? Yes," she concluded,<|quote|>"I don t see why it shouldn t be a very good plan."</|quote|>They crossed the field in | got a little money, haven t you? Yes," she concluded,<|quote|>"I don t see why it shouldn t be a very good plan."</|quote|>They crossed the field in complete silence. Ralph was surprised | Ralph made no mention of marriage; in the second, he was not speaking the truth. "I don t think it will be difficult to find a cottage," she said, with cheerful hardness, ignoring the whole of this statement. "You ve got a little money, haven t you? Yes," she concluded,<|quote|>"I don t see why it shouldn t be a very g... | I m at the awkward stage of finding it out. I want another delusion to go on with. That s what my unhappiness amounts to, Mary." There were two reasons that kept Mary very silent during this speech, and drew curiously straight lines upon her face. In the first place, Ralph made no mention of marriage; in the second, he... | Perhaps I never had any. That s very likely now I come to think of it. (What reason is there for anything, though?) Still, it s impossible, after a certain age, to take oneself in satisfactorily. And I know what carried me on" for a good reason now occurred to him "I wanted to be the savior of my family and all that ki... | pouring out tea. He must begin, however, by mentioning her name, and this he found it impossible to do. He persuaded himself that he could make an honest statement without speaking her name; he persuaded himself that his feeling had very little to do with her. "Unhappiness is a state of mind," he said, "by which I mean... | cottage, will there?" He spoke with an assumption of carelessness as if expecting her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he approached the subject of their marriage. "I can t stand the office any longer," he proceeded. "I don t know what my family... | all these things. "You re right, Mary," he said, with something of an effort, "though I don t know how you guessed it." She was silent, hoping that he might tell her the reason of his unhappiness, for his excuses had not deceived her. "I was unhappy very unhappy," he repeated. Some six weeks separated him from that aft... | Night And Day |
They crossed the field in complete silence. Ralph was surprised by her remark and a little hurt, and yet, on the whole, rather pleased. He had convinced himself that it was impossible to lay his case truthfully before Mary, and, secretly, he was relieved to find that he had not parted with his dream to her. She was, as... | No speaker | be a very good plan."<|quote|>They crossed the field in complete silence. Ralph was surprised by her remark and a little hurt, and yet, on the whole, rather pleased. He had convinced himself that it was impossible to lay his case truthfully before Mary, and, secretly, he was relieved to find that he had not parted with... | see why it shouldn t be a very good plan."<|quote|>They crossed the field in complete silence. Ralph was surprised by her remark and a little hurt, and yet, on the whole, rather pleased. He had convinced himself that it was impossible to lay his case truthfully before Mary, and, secretly, he was relieved to find that h... | the truth. "I don t think it will be difficult to find a cottage," she said, with cheerful hardness, ignoring the whole of this statement. "You ve got a little money, haven t you? Yes," she concluded, "I don t see why it shouldn t be a very good plan."<|quote|>They crossed the field in complete silence. Ralph was surpr... | delusion to go on with. That s what my unhappiness amounts to, Mary." There were two reasons that kept Mary very silent during this speech, and drew curiously straight lines upon her face. In the first place, Ralph made no mention of marriage; in the second, he was not speaking the truth. "I don t think it will be diff... | think of it. (What reason is there for anything, though?) Still, it s impossible, after a certain age, to take oneself in satisfactorily. And I know what carried me on" for a good reason now occurred to him "I wanted to be the savior of my family and all that kind of thing. I wanted them to get on in the world. That wa... | he found it impossible to do. He persuaded himself that he could make an honest statement without speaking her name; he persuaded himself that his feeling had very little to do with her. "Unhappiness is a state of mind," he said, "by which I mean that it is not necessarily the result of any particular cause." This rath... | her to dissuade him. She still waited, as if for him to continue; she was convinced that in some roundabout way he approached the subject of their marriage. "I can t stand the office any longer," he proceeded. "I don t know what my family will say; but I m sure I m right. Don t you think so?" "Live down here by yoursel... | did not please him, and it became more and more obvious to him that, whatever he might say, his unhappiness had been directly caused by Katharine. "I began to find my life unsatisfactory," he started afresh. "It seemed to me meaningless." He paused again, but felt that this, at any rate, was true, and that on these lin... | Night And Day |
"Yes, Ralph, it s time you made a break. I ve come to the same conclusion myself. Only it won t be a country cottage in my case; it ll be America. America!" | Mary Datchet | hedge she said to him:<|quote|>"Yes, Ralph, it s time you made a break. I ve come to the same conclusion myself. Only it won t be a country cottage in my case; it ll be America. America!"</|quote|>she cried. "That s the | they had crossed the next hedge she said to him:<|quote|>"Yes, Ralph, it s time you made a break. I ve come to the same conclusion myself. Only it won t be a country cottage in my case; it ll be America. America!"</|quote|>she cried. "That s the place for me! They ll | as he had always found her, the sensible, loyal friend, the woman he trusted; whose sympathy he could count upon, provided he kept within certain limits. He was not displeased to find that those limits were very clearly marked. When they had crossed the next hedge she said to him:<|quote|>"Yes, Ralph, it s time you mad... | was surprised by her remark and a little hurt, and yet, on the whole, rather pleased. He had convinced himself that it was impossible to lay his case truthfully before Mary, and, secretly, he was relieved to find that he had not parted with his dream to her. She was, as he had always found her, the sensible, loyal frie... | my unhappiness amounts to, Mary." There were two reasons that kept Mary very silent during this speech, and drew curiously straight lines upon her face. In the first place, Ralph made no mention of marriage; in the second, he was not speaking the truth. "I don t think it will be difficult to find a cottage," she said, ... | at any rate, was true, and that on these lines he could go on. "All this money-making and working ten hours a day in an office, what s it FOR? When one s a boy, you see, one s head is so full of dreams that it doesn t seem to matter what one does. And if you re ambitious, you re all right; you ve got a reason for going... | Mary, it s utter destruction, working away, day after day, at stuff that doesn t matter a damn to any one. I ve stood eight years of it, and I m not going to stand it any longer. I suppose this all seems to you mad, though?" By this time Mary had recovered her self-control. "No. I thought you weren t happy," she said. ... | FOR? When one s a boy, you see, one s head is so full of dreams that it doesn t seem to matter what one does. And if you re ambitious, you re all right; you ve got a reason for going on. Now my reasons ceased to satisfy me. Perhaps I never had any. That s very likely now I come to think of it. (What reason is there for... | Night And Day |
she cried. | No speaker | it ll be America. America!"<|quote|>she cried.</|quote|>"That s the place for | country cottage in my case; it ll be America. America!"<|quote|>she cried.</|quote|>"That s the place for me! They ll teach me | those limits were very clearly marked. When they had crossed the next hedge she said to him: "Yes, Ralph, it s time you made a break. I ve come to the same conclusion myself. Only it won t be a country cottage in my case; it ll be America. America!"<|quote|>she cried.</|quote|>"That s the place for me! They ll teach me... | he was relieved to find that he had not parted with his dream to her. She was, as he had always found her, the sensible, loyal friend, the woman he trusted; whose sympathy he could count upon, provided he kept within certain limits. He was not displeased to find that those limits were very clearly marked. When they had... | of marriage; in the second, he was not speaking the truth. "I don t think it will be difficult to find a cottage," she said, with cheerful hardness, ignoring the whole of this statement. "You ve got a little money, haven t you? Yes," she concluded, "I don t see why it shouldn t be a very good plan." They crossed the fi... | a boy, you see, one s head is so full of dreams that it doesn t seem to matter what one does. And if you re ambitious, you re all right; you ve got a reason for going on. Now my reasons ceased to satisfy me. Perhaps I never had any. That s very likely now I come to think of it. (What reason is there for anything, thoug... | to stand it any longer. I suppose this all seems to you mad, though?" By this time Mary had recovered her self-control. "No. I thought you weren t happy," she said. "Why did you think that?" he asked, with some surprise. "Don t you remember that morning in Lincoln s Inn Fields?" she asked. "Yes," said Ralph, slackening... | and working ten hours a day in an office, what s it FOR? When one s a boy, you see, one s head is so full of dreams that it doesn t seem to matter what one does. And if you re ambitious, you re all right; you ve got a reason for going on. Now my reasons ceased to satisfy me. Perhaps I never had any. That s very likely ... | Night And Day |
"That s the place for me! They ll teach me something about organizing a movement there, and I ll come back and show you how to do it." | Mary Datchet | be America. America!" she cried.<|quote|>"That s the place for me! They ll teach me something about organizing a movement there, and I ll come back and show you how to do it."</|quote|>If she meant consciously or | in my case; it ll be America. America!" she cried.<|quote|>"That s the place for me! They ll teach me something about organizing a movement there, and I ll come back and show you how to do it."</|quote|>If she meant consciously or unconsciously to belittle the seclusion | were very clearly marked. When they had crossed the next hedge she said to him: "Yes, Ralph, it s time you made a break. I ve come to the same conclusion myself. Only it won t be a country cottage in my case; it ll be America. America!" she cried.<|quote|>"That s the place for me! They ll teach me something about organ... | relieved to find that he had not parted with his dream to her. She was, as he had always found her, the sensible, loyal friend, the woman he trusted; whose sympathy he could count upon, provided he kept within certain limits. He was not displeased to find that those limits were very clearly marked. When they had crosse... | in the second, he was not speaking the truth. "I don t think it will be difficult to find a cottage," she said, with cheerful hardness, ignoring the whole of this statement. "You ve got a little money, haven t you? Yes," she concluded, "I don t see why it shouldn t be a very good plan." They crossed the field in comple... | you see, one s head is so full of dreams that it doesn t seem to matter what one does. And if you re ambitious, you re all right; you ve got a reason for going on. Now my reasons ceased to satisfy me. Perhaps I never had any. That s very likely now I come to think of it. (What reason is there for anything, though?) Sti... | it any longer. I suppose this all seems to you mad, though?" By this time Mary had recovered her self-control. "No. I thought you weren t happy," she said. "Why did you think that?" he asked, with some surprise. "Don t you remember that morning in Lincoln s Inn Fields?" she asked. "Yes," said Ralph, slackening his pace... | day in an office, what s it FOR? When one s a boy, you see, one s head is so full of dreams that it doesn t seem to matter what one does. And if you re ambitious, you re all right; you ve got a reason for going on. Now my reasons ceased to satisfy me. Perhaps I never had any. That s very likely now I come to think of i... | Night And Day |
If she meant consciously or unconsciously to belittle the seclusion and security of a country cottage, she did not succeed; for Ralph s determination was genuine. But she made him visualize her in her own character, so that he looked quickly at her, as she walked a little in front of him across the plowed field; for th... | No speaker | you how to do it."<|quote|>If she meant consciously or unconsciously to belittle the seclusion and security of a country cottage, she did not succeed; for Ralph s determination was genuine. But she made him visualize her in her own character, so that he looked quickly at her, as she walked a little in front of him acro... | ll come back and show you how to do it."<|quote|>If she meant consciously or unconsciously to belittle the seclusion and security of a country cottage, she did not succeed; for Ralph s determination was genuine. But she made him visualize her in her own character, so that he looked quickly at her, as she walked a littl... | the same conclusion myself. Only it won t be a country cottage in my case; it ll be America. America!" she cried. "That s the place for me! They ll teach me something about organizing a movement there, and I ll come back and show you how to do it."<|quote|>If she meant consciously or unconsciously to belittle the seclu... | trusted; whose sympathy he could count upon, provided he kept within certain limits. He was not displeased to find that those limits were very clearly marked. When they had crossed the next hedge she said to him: "Yes, Ralph, it s time you made a break. I ve come to the same conclusion myself. Only it won t be a countr... | whole of this statement. "You ve got a little money, haven t you? Yes," she concluded, "I don t see why it shouldn t be a very good plan." They crossed the field in complete silence. Ralph was surprised by her remark and a little hurt, and yet, on the whole, rather pleased. He had convinced himself that it was impossib... | right; you ve got a reason for going on. Now my reasons ceased to satisfy me. Perhaps I never had any. That s very likely now I come to think of it. (What reason is there for anything, though?) Still, it s impossible, after a certain age, to take oneself in satisfactorily. And I know what carried me on" for a good reas... | said. "Why did you think that?" he asked, with some surprise. "Don t you remember that morning in Lincoln s Inn Fields?" she asked. "Yes," said Ralph, slackening his pace and remembering Katharine and her engagement, the purple leaves stamped into the path, the white paper radiant under the electric light, and the hope... | kind of self-glorification, too. Like most people, I suppose, I ve lived almost entirely among delusions, and now I m at the awkward stage of finding it out. I want another delusion to go on with. That s what my unhappiness amounts to, Mary." There were two reasons that kept Mary very silent during this speech, and dre... | Night And Day |
"Don t go away, Mary!" | Ralph Denham | he felt the greatest respect.<|quote|>"Don t go away, Mary!"</|quote|>he exclaimed, and stopped. "That | independent figure, for whose courage he felt the greatest respect.<|quote|>"Don t go away, Mary!"</|quote|>he exclaimed, and stopped. "That s what you said before, | little in front of him across the plowed field; for the first time that morning he saw her independently of him or of his preoccupation with Katharine. He seemed to see her marching ahead, a rather clumsy but powerful and independent figure, for whose courage he felt the greatest respect.<|quote|>"Don t go away, Mary!"... | to do it." If she meant consciously or unconsciously to belittle the seclusion and security of a country cottage, she did not succeed; for Ralph s determination was genuine. But she made him visualize her in her own character, so that he looked quickly at her, as she walked a little in front of him across the plowed fi... | the woman he trusted; whose sympathy he could count upon, provided he kept within certain limits. He was not displeased to find that those limits were very clearly marked. When they had crossed the next hedge she said to him: "Yes, Ralph, it s time you made a break. I ve come to the same conclusion myself. Only it won ... | a kind of self-glorification, too. Like most people, I suppose, I ve lived almost entirely among delusions, and now I m at the awkward stage of finding it out. I want another delusion to go on with. That s what my unhappiness amounts to, Mary." There were two reasons that kept Mary very silent during this speech, and d... | excuses had not deceived her. "I was unhappy very unhappy," he repeated. Some six weeks separated him from that afternoon when he had sat upon the Embankment watching his visions dissolve in mist as the waters swam past and the sense of his desolation still made him shiver. He had not recovered in the least from that d... | of finding it out. I want another delusion to go on with. That s what my unhappiness amounts to, Mary." There were two reasons that kept Mary very silent during this speech, and drew curiously straight lines upon her face. In the first place, Ralph made no mention of marriage; in the second, he was not speaking the tru... | Night And Day |
he exclaimed, and stopped. | No speaker | "Don t go away, Mary!"<|quote|>he exclaimed, and stopped.</|quote|>"That s what you said | he felt the greatest respect. "Don t go away, Mary!"<|quote|>he exclaimed, and stopped.</|quote|>"That s what you said before, Ralph," she returned, without | across the plowed field; for the first time that morning he saw her independently of him or of his preoccupation with Katharine. He seemed to see her marching ahead, a rather clumsy but powerful and independent figure, for whose courage he felt the greatest respect. "Don t go away, Mary!"<|quote|>he exclaimed, and stop... | meant consciously or unconsciously to belittle the seclusion and security of a country cottage, she did not succeed; for Ralph s determination was genuine. But she made him visualize her in her own character, so that he looked quickly at her, as she walked a little in front of him across the plowed field; for the first... | sympathy he could count upon, provided he kept within certain limits. He was not displeased to find that those limits were very clearly marked. When they had crossed the next hedge she said to him: "Yes, Ralph, it s time you made a break. I ve come to the same conclusion myself. Only it won t be a country cottage in my... | Like most people, I suppose, I ve lived almost entirely among delusions, and now I m at the awkward stage of finding it out. I want another delusion to go on with. That s what my unhappiness amounts to, Mary." There were two reasons that kept Mary very silent during this speech, and drew curiously straight lines upon h... | "I was unhappy very unhappy," he repeated. Some six weeks separated him from that afternoon when he had sat upon the Embankment watching his visions dissolve in mist as the waters swam past and the sense of his desolation still made him shiver. He had not recovered in the least from that depression. Here was an opportu... | FOR? When one s a boy, you see, one s head is so full of dreams that it doesn t seem to matter what one does. And if you re ambitious, you re all right; you ve got a reason for going on. Now my reasons ceased to satisfy me. Perhaps I never had any. That s very likely now I come to think of it. (What reason is there for... | Night And Day |
"That s what you said before, Ralph," | Mary Datchet | Mary!" he exclaimed, and stopped.<|quote|>"That s what you said before, Ralph,"</|quote|>she returned, without looking at | respect. "Don t go away, Mary!" he exclaimed, and stopped.<|quote|>"That s what you said before, Ralph,"</|quote|>she returned, without looking at him. "You want to go | for the first time that morning he saw her independently of him or of his preoccupation with Katharine. He seemed to see her marching ahead, a rather clumsy but powerful and independent figure, for whose courage he felt the greatest respect. "Don t go away, Mary!" he exclaimed, and stopped.<|quote|>"That s what you sai... | to belittle the seclusion and security of a country cottage, she did not succeed; for Ralph s determination was genuine. But she made him visualize her in her own character, so that he looked quickly at her, as she walked a little in front of him across the plowed field; for the first time that morning he saw her indep... | upon, provided he kept within certain limits. He was not displeased to find that those limits were very clearly marked. When they had crossed the next hedge she said to him: "Yes, Ralph, it s time you made a break. I ve come to the same conclusion myself. Only it won t be a country cottage in my case; it ll be America.... | suppose, I ve lived almost entirely among delusions, and now I m at the awkward stage of finding it out. I want another delusion to go on with. That s what my unhappiness amounts to, Mary." There were two reasons that kept Mary very silent during this speech, and drew curiously straight lines upon her face. In the firs... | unhappy," he repeated. Some six weeks separated him from that afternoon when he had sat upon the Embankment watching his visions dissolve in mist as the waters swam past and the sense of his desolation still made him shiver. He had not recovered in the least from that depression. Here was an opportunity for making hims... | They crossed the field in complete silence. Ralph was surprised by her remark and a little hurt, and yet, on the whole, rather pleased. He had convinced himself that it was impossible to lay his case truthfully before Mary, and, secretly, he was relieved to find that he had not parted with his dream to her. She was, as... | Night And Day |
she returned, without looking at him. | No speaker | what you said before, Ralph,"<|quote|>she returned, without looking at him.</|quote|>"You want to go away | exclaimed, and stopped. "That s what you said before, Ralph,"<|quote|>she returned, without looking at him.</|quote|>"You want to go away yourself and you don t | saw her independently of him or of his preoccupation with Katharine. He seemed to see her marching ahead, a rather clumsy but powerful and independent figure, for whose courage he felt the greatest respect. "Don t go away, Mary!" he exclaimed, and stopped. "That s what you said before, Ralph,"<|quote|>she returned, wit... | a country cottage, she did not succeed; for Ralph s determination was genuine. But she made him visualize her in her own character, so that he looked quickly at her, as she walked a little in front of him across the plowed field; for the first time that morning he saw her independently of him or of his preoccupation wi... | He was not displeased to find that those limits were very clearly marked. When they had crossed the next hedge she said to him: "Yes, Ralph, it s time you made a break. I ve come to the same conclusion myself. Only it won t be a country cottage in my case; it ll be America. America!" she cried. "That s the place for me... | delusions, and now I m at the awkward stage of finding it out. I want another delusion to go on with. That s what my unhappiness amounts to, Mary." There were two reasons that kept Mary very silent during this speech, and drew curiously straight lines upon her face. In the first place, Ralph made no mention of marriage... | him from that afternoon when he had sat upon the Embankment watching his visions dissolve in mist as the waters swam past and the sense of his desolation still made him shiver. He had not recovered in the least from that depression. Here was an opportunity for making himself face it, as he felt that he ought to; for, b... | you re ambitious, you re all right; you ve got a reason for going on. Now my reasons ceased to satisfy me. Perhaps I never had any. That s very likely now I come to think of it. (What reason is there for anything, though?) Still, it s impossible, after a certain age, to take oneself in satisfactorily. And I know what c... | Night And Day |
"You want to go away yourself and you don t want me to go away. That s not very sensible, is it?" | Mary Datchet | returned, without looking at him.<|quote|>"You want to go away yourself and you don t want me to go away. That s not very sensible, is it?"</|quote|>"Mary," he cried, stung by | you said before, Ralph," she returned, without looking at him.<|quote|>"You want to go away yourself and you don t want me to go away. That s not very sensible, is it?"</|quote|>"Mary," he cried, stung by the remembrance of his exacting | of his preoccupation with Katharine. He seemed to see her marching ahead, a rather clumsy but powerful and independent figure, for whose courage he felt the greatest respect. "Don t go away, Mary!" he exclaimed, and stopped. "That s what you said before, Ralph," she returned, without looking at him.<|quote|>"You want t... | succeed; for Ralph s determination was genuine. But she made him visualize her in her own character, so that he looked quickly at her, as she walked a little in front of him across the plowed field; for the first time that morning he saw her independently of him or of his preoccupation with Katharine. He seemed to see ... | that those limits were very clearly marked. When they had crossed the next hedge she said to him: "Yes, Ralph, it s time you made a break. I ve come to the same conclusion myself. Only it won t be a country cottage in my case; it ll be America. America!" she cried. "That s the place for me! They ll teach me something a... | the awkward stage of finding it out. I want another delusion to go on with. That s what my unhappiness amounts to, Mary." There were two reasons that kept Mary very silent during this speech, and drew curiously straight lines upon her face. In the first place, Ralph made no mention of marriage; in the second, he was no... | had sat upon the Embankment watching his visions dissolve in mist as the waters swam past and the sense of his desolation still made him shiver. He had not recovered in the least from that depression. Here was an opportunity for making himself face it, as he felt that he ought to; for, by this time, no doubt, it was on... | family and all that kind of thing. I wanted them to get on in the world. That was a lie, of course a kind of self-glorification, too. Like most people, I suppose, I ve lived almost entirely among delusions, and now I m at the awkward stage of finding it out. I want another delusion to go on with. That s what my unhappi... | Night And Day |
"Mary," | Ralph Denham | not very sensible, is it?"<|quote|>"Mary,"</|quote|>he cried, stung by the | to go away. That s not very sensible, is it?"<|quote|>"Mary,"</|quote|>he cried, stung by the remembrance of his exacting and | courage he felt the greatest respect. "Don t go away, Mary!" he exclaimed, and stopped. "That s what you said before, Ralph," she returned, without looking at him. "You want to go away yourself and you don t want me to go away. That s not very sensible, is it?"<|quote|>"Mary,"</|quote|>he cried, stung by the remembranc... | at her, as she walked a little in front of him across the plowed field; for the first time that morning he saw her independently of him or of his preoccupation with Katharine. He seemed to see her marching ahead, a rather clumsy but powerful and independent figure, for whose courage he felt the greatest respect. "Don t... | time you made a break. I ve come to the same conclusion myself. Only it won t be a country cottage in my case; it ll be America. America!" she cried. "That s the place for me! They ll teach me something about organizing a movement there, and I ll come back and show you how to do it." If she meant consciously or unconsc... | Mary." There were two reasons that kept Mary very silent during this speech, and drew curiously straight lines upon her face. In the first place, Ralph made no mention of marriage; in the second, he was not speaking the truth. "I don t think it will be difficult to find a cottage," she said, with cheerful hardness, ign... | still made him shiver. He had not recovered in the least from that depression. Here was an opportunity for making himself face it, as he felt that he ought to; for, by this time, no doubt, it was only a sentimental ghost, better exorcised by ruthless exposure to such an eye as Mary s, than allowed to underlie all his a... | think of it. (What reason is there for anything, though?) Still, it s impossible, after a certain age, to take oneself in satisfactorily. And I know what carried me on" for a good reason now occurred to him "I wanted to be the savior of my family and all that kind of thing. I wanted them to get on in the world. That wa... | Night And Day |
he cried, stung by the remembrance of his exacting and dictatorial ways with her, | No speaker | very sensible, is it?" "Mary,"<|quote|>he cried, stung by the remembrance of his exacting and dictatorial ways with her,</|quote|>"what a brute I ve | go away. That s not very sensible, is it?" "Mary,"<|quote|>he cried, stung by the remembrance of his exacting and dictatorial ways with her,</|quote|>"what a brute I ve been to you!" It took | he felt the greatest respect. "Don t go away, Mary!" he exclaimed, and stopped. "That s what you said before, Ralph," she returned, without looking at him. "You want to go away yourself and you don t want me to go away. That s not very sensible, is it?" "Mary,"<|quote|>he cried, stung by the remembrance of his exacting... | her, as she walked a little in front of him across the plowed field; for the first time that morning he saw her independently of him or of his preoccupation with Katharine. He seemed to see her marching ahead, a rather clumsy but powerful and independent figure, for whose courage he felt the greatest respect. "Don t go... | you made a break. I ve come to the same conclusion myself. Only it won t be a country cottage in my case; it ll be America. America!" she cried. "That s the place for me! They ll teach me something about organizing a movement there, and I ll come back and show you how to do it." If she meant consciously or unconsciousl... | There were two reasons that kept Mary very silent during this speech, and drew curiously straight lines upon her face. In the first place, Ralph made no mention of marriage; in the second, he was not speaking the truth. "I don t think it will be difficult to find a cottage," she said, with cheerful hardness, ignoring t... | made him shiver. He had not recovered in the least from that depression. Here was an opportunity for making himself face it, as he felt that he ought to; for, by this time, no doubt, it was only a sentimental ghost, better exorcised by ruthless exposure to such an eye as Mary s, than allowed to underlie all his actions... | with his dream to her. She was, as he had always found her, the sensible, loyal friend, the woman he trusted; whose sympathy he could count upon, provided he kept within certain limits. He was not displeased to find that those limits were very clearly marked. When they had crossed the next hedge she said to him: "Yes, ... | Night And Day |
"what a brute I ve been to you!" | Ralph Denham | and dictatorial ways with her,<|quote|>"what a brute I ve been to you!"</|quote|>It took all her strength | the remembrance of his exacting and dictatorial ways with her,<|quote|>"what a brute I ve been to you!"</|quote|>It took all her strength to keep the tears from | "That s what you said before, Ralph," she returned, without looking at him. "You want to go away yourself and you don t want me to go away. That s not very sensible, is it?" "Mary," he cried, stung by the remembrance of his exacting and dictatorial ways with her,<|quote|>"what a brute I ve been to you!"</|quote|>It too... | for the first time that morning he saw her independently of him or of his preoccupation with Katharine. He seemed to see her marching ahead, a rather clumsy but powerful and independent figure, for whose courage he felt the greatest respect. "Don t go away, Mary!" he exclaimed, and stopped. "That s what you said before... | won t be a country cottage in my case; it ll be America. America!" she cried. "That s the place for me! They ll teach me something about organizing a movement there, and I ll come back and show you how to do it." If she meant consciously or unconsciously to belittle the seclusion and security of a country cottage, she ... | curiously straight lines upon her face. In the first place, Ralph made no mention of marriage; in the second, he was not speaking the truth. "I don t think it will be difficult to find a cottage," she said, with cheerful hardness, ignoring the whole of this statement. "You ve got a little money, haven t you? Yes," she ... | was an opportunity for making himself face it, as he felt that he ought to; for, by this time, no doubt, it was only a sentimental ghost, better exorcised by ruthless exposure to such an eye as Mary s, than allowed to underlie all his actions and thoughts as had been the case ever since he first saw Katharine Hilbery p... | same conclusion myself. Only it won t be a country cottage in my case; it ll be America. America!" she cried. "That s the place for me! They ll teach me something about organizing a movement there, and I ll come back and show you how to do it." If she meant consciously or unconsciously to belittle the seclusion and sec... | Night And Day |
It took all her strength to keep the tears from springing, and to thrust back her assurance that she would forgive him till Doomsday if he chose. She was preserved from doing so only by a stubborn kind of respect for herself which lay at the root of her nature and forbade surrender, even in moments of almost overwhelmi... | No speaker | I ve been to you!"<|quote|>It took all her strength to keep the tears from springing, and to thrust back her assurance that she would forgive him till Doomsday if he chose. She was preserved from doing so only by a stubborn kind of respect for herself which lay at the root of her nature and forbade surrender, even in m... | with her, "what a brute I ve been to you!"<|quote|>It took all her strength to keep the tears from springing, and to thrust back her assurance that she would forgive him till Doomsday if he chose. She was preserved from doing so only by a stubborn kind of respect for herself which lay at the root of her nature and forb... | returned, without looking at him. "You want to go away yourself and you don t want me to go away. That s not very sensible, is it?" "Mary," he cried, stung by the remembrance of his exacting and dictatorial ways with her, "what a brute I ve been to you!"<|quote|>It took all her strength to keep the tears from springing... | her independently of him or of his preoccupation with Katharine. He seemed to see her marching ahead, a rather clumsy but powerful and independent figure, for whose courage he felt the greatest respect. "Don t go away, Mary!" he exclaimed, and stopped. "That s what you said before, Ralph," she returned, without looking... | case; it ll be America. America!" she cried. "That s the place for me! They ll teach me something about organizing a movement there, and I ll come back and show you how to do it." If she meant consciously or unconsciously to belittle the seclusion and security of a country cottage, she did not succeed; for Ralph s dete... | first place, Ralph made no mention of marriage; in the second, he was not speaking the truth. "I don t think it will be difficult to find a cottage," she said, with cheerful hardness, ignoring the whole of this statement. "You ve got a little money, haven t you? Yes," she concluded, "I don t see why it shouldn t be a v... | as he felt that he ought to; for, by this time, no doubt, it was only a sentimental ghost, better exorcised by ruthless exposure to such an eye as Mary s, than allowed to underlie all his actions and thoughts as had been the case ever since he first saw Katharine Hilbery pouring out tea. He must begin, however, by ment... | s it FOR? When one s a boy, you see, one s head is so full of dreams that it doesn t seem to matter what one does. And if you re ambitious, you re all right; you ve got a reason for going on. Now my reasons ceased to satisfy me. Perhaps I never had any. That s very likely now I come to think of it. (What reason is ther... | Night And Day |
"Katharine, Katharine," | Ralph Denham | her name beneath his breath:<|quote|>"Katharine, Katharine,"</|quote|>he said aloud, and then, | leant against a tree, forming her name beneath his breath:<|quote|>"Katharine, Katharine,"</|quote|>he said aloud, and then, looking round, saw Mary walking | a more intense blue between their trunks. His mind at once was filled with a sense of the actual presence of Katharine; the gray house and the intense blue sky gave him the feeling of her presence close by. He leant against a tree, forming her name beneath his breath:<|quote|>"Katharine, Katharine,"</|quote|>he said al... | terraces, and clipped hedges in front of it, a farm building or so at the side, and a screen of fir-trees rising behind, all perfectly sheltered and self-sufficient. Behind the house the hill rose again, and the trees on the farther summit stood upright against the sky, which appeared of a more intense blue between the... | grammars and files of docketed papers. Nevertheless, from the skeleton pallor of that land and the rocks that broke its surface, she knew that her life there would be harsh and lonely almost beyond endurance. She walked steadily a little in front of him across the plowed field. Their way took them round the verge of a ... | she walked a little in front of him across the plowed field; for the first time that morning he saw her independently of him or of his preoccupation with Katharine. He seemed to see her marching ahead, a rather clumsy but powerful and independent figure, for whose courage he felt the greatest respect. "Don t go away, M... | a certain age, to take oneself in satisfactorily. And I know what carried me on" for a good reason now occurred to him "I wanted to be the savior of my family and all that kind of thing. I wanted them to get on in the world. That was a lie, of course a kind of self-glorification, too. Like most people, I suppose, I ve ... | you made a break. I ve come to the same conclusion myself. Only it won t be a country cottage in my case; it ll be America. America!" she cried. "That s the place for me! They ll teach me something about organizing a movement there, and I ll come back and show you how to do it." If she meant consciously or unconsciousl... | Night And Day |
he said aloud, and then, looking round, saw Mary walking slowly away from him, tearing a long spray of ivy from the trees as she passed them. She seemed so definitely opposed to the vision he held in his mind that he returned to it with a gesture of impatience. | No speaker | beneath his breath: "Katharine, Katharine,"<|quote|>he said aloud, and then, looking round, saw Mary walking slowly away from him, tearing a long spray of ivy from the trees as she passed them. She seemed so definitely opposed to the vision he held in his mind that he returned to it with a gesture of impatience.</|quot... | a tree, forming her name beneath his breath: "Katharine, Katharine,"<|quote|>he said aloud, and then, looking round, saw Mary walking slowly away from him, tearing a long spray of ivy from the trees as she passed them. She seemed so definitely opposed to the vision he held in his mind that he returned to it with a gest... | intense blue between their trunks. His mind at once was filled with a sense of the actual presence of Katharine; the gray house and the intense blue sky gave him the feeling of her presence close by. He leant against a tree, forming her name beneath his breath: "Katharine, Katharine,"<|quote|>he said aloud, and then, l... | clipped hedges in front of it, a farm building or so at the side, and a screen of fir-trees rising behind, all perfectly sheltered and self-sufficient. Behind the house the hill rose again, and the trees on the farther summit stood upright against the sky, which appeared of a more intense blue between their trunks. His... | files of docketed papers. Nevertheless, from the skeleton pallor of that land and the rocks that broke its surface, she knew that her life there would be harsh and lonely almost beyond endurance. She walked steadily a little in front of him across the plowed field. Their way took them round the verge of a wood of thin ... | a little in front of him across the plowed field; for the first time that morning he saw her independently of him or of his preoccupation with Katharine. He seemed to see her marching ahead, a rather clumsy but powerful and independent figure, for whose courage he felt the greatest respect. "Don t go away, Mary!" he ex... | age, to take oneself in satisfactorily. And I know what carried me on" for a good reason now occurred to him "I wanted to be the savior of my family and all that kind of thing. I wanted them to get on in the world. That was a lie, of course a kind of self-glorification, too. Like most people, I suppose, I ve lived almo... | for the first time that morning he saw her independently of him or of his preoccupation with Katharine. He seemed to see her marching ahead, a rather clumsy but powerful and independent figure, for whose courage he felt the greatest respect. "Don t go away, Mary!" he exclaimed, and stopped. "That s what you said before... | Night And Day |
"Katharine, Katharine," | Ralph Denham | with a gesture of impatience.<|quote|>"Katharine, Katharine,"</|quote|>he repeated, and seemed to | that he returned to it with a gesture of impatience.<|quote|>"Katharine, Katharine,"</|quote|>he repeated, and seemed to himself to be with her. | he said aloud, and then, looking round, saw Mary walking slowly away from him, tearing a long spray of ivy from the trees as she passed them. She seemed so definitely opposed to the vision he held in his mind that he returned to it with a gesture of impatience.<|quote|>"Katharine, Katharine,"</|quote|>he repeated, and ... | intense blue between their trunks. His mind at once was filled with a sense of the actual presence of Katharine; the gray house and the intense blue sky gave him the feeling of her presence close by. He leant against a tree, forming her name beneath his breath: "Katharine, Katharine," he said aloud, and then, looking r... | round the verge of a wood of thin trees standing at the edge of a steep fold in the land. Looking between the tree-trunks, Ralph saw laid out on the perfectly flat and richly green meadow at the bottom of the hill a small gray manor-house, with ponds, terraces, and clipped hedges in front of it, a farm building or so a... | respect. "Don t go away, Mary!" he exclaimed, and stopped. "That s what you said before, Ralph," she returned, without looking at him. "You want to go away yourself and you don t want me to go away. That s not very sensible, is it?" "Mary," he cried, stung by the remembrance of his exacting and dictatorial ways with he... | course a kind of self-glorification, too. Like most people, I suppose, I ve lived almost entirely among delusions, and now I m at the awkward stage of finding it out. I want another delusion to go on with. That s what my unhappiness amounts to, Mary." There were two reasons that kept Mary very silent during this speech... | she meant consciously or unconsciously to belittle the seclusion and security of a country cottage, she did not succeed; for Ralph s determination was genuine. But she made him visualize her in her own character, so that he looked quickly at her, as she walked a little in front of him across the plowed field; for the f... | Night And Day |
he repeated, and seemed to himself to be with her. He lost his sense of all that surrounded him; all substantial things the hour of the day, what we have done and are about to do, the presence of other people and the support we derive from seeing their belief in a common reality all this slipped from him. So he might h... | No speaker | gesture of impatience. "Katharine, Katharine,"<|quote|>he repeated, and seemed to himself to be with her. He lost his sense of all that surrounded him; all substantial things the hour of the day, what we have done and are about to do, the presence of other people and the support we derive from seeing their belief in a ... | returned to it with a gesture of impatience. "Katharine, Katharine,"<|quote|>he repeated, and seemed to himself to be with her. He lost his sense of all that surrounded him; all substantial things the hour of the day, what we have done and are about to do, the presence of other people and the support we derive from see... | aloud, and then, looking round, saw Mary walking slowly away from him, tearing a long spray of ivy from the trees as she passed them. She seemed so definitely opposed to the vision he held in his mind that he returned to it with a gesture of impatience. "Katharine, Katharine,"<|quote|>he repeated, and seemed to himself... | between their trunks. His mind at once was filled with a sense of the actual presence of Katharine; the gray house and the intense blue sky gave him the feeling of her presence close by. He leant against a tree, forming her name beneath his breath: "Katharine, Katharine," he said aloud, and then, looking round, saw Mar... | verge of a wood of thin trees standing at the edge of a steep fold in the land. Looking between the tree-trunks, Ralph saw laid out on the perfectly flat and richly green meadow at the bottom of the hill a small gray manor-house, with ponds, terraces, and clipped hedges in front of it, a farm building or so at the side... | t go away, Mary!" he exclaimed, and stopped. "That s what you said before, Ralph," she returned, without looking at him. "You want to go away yourself and you don t want me to go away. That s not very sensible, is it?" "Mary," he cried, stung by the remembrance of his exacting and dictatorial ways with her, "what a bru... | kind of self-glorification, too. Like most people, I suppose, I ve lived almost entirely among delusions, and now I m at the awkward stage of finding it out. I want another delusion to go on with. That s what my unhappiness amounts to, Mary." There were two reasons that kept Mary very silent during this speech, and dre... | courage he felt the greatest respect. "Don t go away, Mary!" he exclaimed, and stopped. "That s what you said before, Ralph," she returned, without looking at him. "You want to go away yourself and you don t want me to go away. That s not very sensible, is it?" "Mary," he cried, stung by the remembrance of his exacting... | Night And Day |
"Now, Mary, what s all this about America?" | Ralph Denham | arm through hers and said:<|quote|>"Now, Mary, what s all this about America?"</|quote|>There was a brotherly kindness | with her he linked his arm through hers and said:<|quote|>"Now, Mary, what s all this about America?"</|quote|>There was a brotherly kindness in his voice which seemed | his head awakened him, and his awakenment was accompanied by a sigh. Here was the world in which he had lived; here the plowed field, the high road yonder, and Mary, stripping ivy from the trees. When he came up with her he linked his arm through hers and said:<|quote|>"Now, Mary, what s all this about America?"</|quot... | common reality all this slipped from him. So he might have felt if the earth had dropped from his feet, and the empty blue had hung all round him, and the air had been steeped in the presence of one woman. The chirp of a robin on the bough above his head awakened him, and his awakenment was accompanied by a sigh. Here ... | then, looking round, saw Mary walking slowly away from him, tearing a long spray of ivy from the trees as she passed them. She seemed so definitely opposed to the vision he held in his mind that he returned to it with a gesture of impatience. "Katharine, Katharine," he repeated, and seemed to himself to be with her. He... | Nevertheless, from the skeleton pallor of that land and the rocks that broke its surface, she knew that her life there would be harsh and lonely almost beyond endurance. She walked steadily a little in front of him across the plowed field. Their way took them round the verge of a wood of thin trees standing at the edge... | whole, rather pleased. He had convinced himself that it was impossible to lay his case truthfully before Mary, and, secretly, he was relieved to find that he had not parted with his dream to her. She was, as he had always found her, the sensible, loyal friend, the woman he trusted; whose sympathy he could count upon, p... | the sky, which appeared of a more intense blue between their trunks. His mind at once was filled with a sense of the actual presence of Katharine; the gray house and the intense blue sky gave him the feeling of her presence close by. He leant against a tree, forming her name beneath his breath: "Katharine, Katharine," ... | Night And Day |
There was a brotherly kindness in his voice which seemed to her magnanimous, when she reflected that she had cut short his explanations and shown little interest in his change of plan. She gave him her reasons for thinking that she might profit by such a journey, omitting the one reason which had set all the rest in mo... | No speaker | s all this about America?"<|quote|>There was a brotherly kindness in his voice which seemed to her magnanimous, when she reflected that she had cut short his explanations and shown little interest in his change of plan. She gave him her reasons for thinking that she might profit by such a journey, omitting the one reas... | and said: "Now, Mary, what s all this about America?"<|quote|>There was a brotherly kindness in his voice which seemed to her magnanimous, when she reflected that she had cut short his explanations and shown little interest in his change of plan. She gave him her reasons for thinking that she might profit by such a jou... | accompanied by a sigh. Here was the world in which he had lived; here the plowed field, the high road yonder, and Mary, stripping ivy from the trees. When he came up with her he linked his arm through hers and said: "Now, Mary, what s all this about America?"<|quote|>There was a brotherly kindness in his voice which se... | he might have felt if the earth had dropped from his feet, and the empty blue had hung all round him, and the air had been steeped in the presence of one woman. The chirp of a robin on the bough above his head awakened him, and his awakenment was accompanied by a sigh. Here was the world in which he had lived; here the... | from him, tearing a long spray of ivy from the trees as she passed them. She seemed so definitely opposed to the vision he held in his mind that he returned to it with a gesture of impatience. "Katharine, Katharine," he repeated, and seemed to himself to be with her. He lost his sense of all that surrounded him; all su... | and the rocks that broke its surface, she knew that her life there would be harsh and lonely almost beyond endurance. She walked steadily a little in front of him across the plowed field. Their way took them round the verge of a wood of thin trees standing at the edge of a steep fold in the land. Looking between the tr... | it was impossible to lay his case truthfully before Mary, and, secretly, he was relieved to find that he had not parted with his dream to her. She was, as he had always found her, the sensible, loyal friend, the woman he trusted; whose sympathy he could count upon, provided he kept within certain limits. He was not dis... | sense of the actual presence of Katharine; the gray house and the intense blue sky gave him the feeling of her presence close by. He leant against a tree, forming her name beneath his breath: "Katharine, Katharine," he said aloud, and then, looking round, saw Mary walking slowly away from him, tearing a long spray of i... | Night And Day |
"You must see that there s water," | Mary Datchet | mind, and corrected his vagueness.<|quote|>"You must see that there s water,"</|quote|>she insisted, with an exaggeration | which hardly existed in his mind, and corrected his vagueness.<|quote|>"You must see that there s water,"</|quote|>she insisted, with an exaggeration of interest. She avoided asking | be other than she was. Instead of making out an interest in the poets, she avoided them instinctively, and dwelt rather insistently upon the practical nature of her gifts. In a practical way she asked for particulars of his cottage, which hardly existed in his mind, and corrected his vagueness.<|quote|>"You must see th... | steady tide of well-being which harmonized very aptly with the tramp of their feet upon the dry road and the support of his arm. The comfort was the more glowing in that it seemed to be the reward of her determination to behave to him simply and without attempting to be other than she was. Instead of making out an inte... | explanations and shown little interest in his change of plan. She gave him her reasons for thinking that she might profit by such a journey, omitting the one reason which had set all the rest in motion. He listened attentively, and made no attempt to dissuade her. In truth, he found himself curiously eager to make cert... | vision he held in his mind that he returned to it with a gesture of impatience. "Katharine, Katharine," he repeated, and seemed to himself to be with her. He lost his sense of all that surrounded him; all substantial things the hour of the day, what we have done and are about to do, the presence of other people and the... | ahead, a rather clumsy but powerful and independent figure, for whose courage he felt the greatest respect. "Don t go away, Mary!" he exclaimed, and stopped. "That s what you said before, Ralph," she returned, without looking at him. "You want to go away yourself and you don t want me to go away. That s not very sensib... | from him, tearing a long spray of ivy from the trees as she passed them. She seemed so definitely opposed to the vision he held in his mind that he returned to it with a gesture of impatience. "Katharine, Katharine," he repeated, and seemed to himself to be with her. He lost his sense of all that surrounded him; all su... | Night And Day |
she insisted, with an exaggeration of interest. She avoided asking him what he meant to do in this cottage, and, at last, when all the practical details had been thrashed out as much as possible, he rewarded her by a more intimate statement. | No speaker | see that there s water,"<|quote|>she insisted, with an exaggeration of interest. She avoided asking him what he meant to do in this cottage, and, at last, when all the practical details had been thrashed out as much as possible, he rewarded her by a more intimate statement.</|quote|>"One of the rooms," he | corrected his vagueness. "You must see that there s water,"<|quote|>she insisted, with an exaggeration of interest. She avoided asking him what he meant to do in this cottage, and, at last, when all the practical details had been thrashed out as much as possible, he rewarded her by a more intimate statement.</|quote|>"... | making out an interest in the poets, she avoided them instinctively, and dwelt rather insistently upon the practical nature of her gifts. In a practical way she asked for particulars of his cottage, which hardly existed in his mind, and corrected his vagueness. "You must see that there s water,"<|quote|>she insisted, w... | aptly with the tramp of their feet upon the dry road and the support of his arm. The comfort was the more glowing in that it seemed to be the reward of her determination to behave to him simply and without attempting to be other than she was. Instead of making out an interest in the poets, she avoided them instinctivel... | change of plan. She gave him her reasons for thinking that she might profit by such a journey, omitting the one reason which had set all the rest in motion. He listened attentively, and made no attempt to dissuade her. In truth, he found himself curiously eager to make certain of her good sense, and accepted each fresh... | he returned to it with a gesture of impatience. "Katharine, Katharine," he repeated, and seemed to himself to be with her. He lost his sense of all that surrounded him; all substantial things the hour of the day, what we have done and are about to do, the presence of other people and the support we derive from seeing t... | independent figure, for whose courage he felt the greatest respect. "Don t go away, Mary!" he exclaimed, and stopped. "That s what you said before, Ralph," she returned, without looking at him. "You want to go away yourself and you don t want me to go away. That s not very sensible, is it?" "Mary," he cried, stung by t... | and clipped hedges in front of it, a farm building or so at the side, and a screen of fir-trees rising behind, all perfectly sheltered and self-sufficient. Behind the house the hill rose again, and the trees on the farther summit stood upright against the sky, which appeared of a more intense blue between their trunks.... | Night And Day |
"One of the rooms," | Ralph Denham | by a more intimate statement.<|quote|>"One of the rooms,"</|quote|>he said, "must be my | as possible, he rewarded her by a more intimate statement.<|quote|>"One of the rooms,"</|quote|>he said, "must be my study, for, you see, Mary, | "You must see that there s water," she insisted, with an exaggeration of interest. She avoided asking him what he meant to do in this cottage, and, at last, when all the practical details had been thrashed out as much as possible, he rewarded her by a more intimate statement.<|quote|>"One of the rooms,"</|quote|>he sai... | be other than she was. Instead of making out an interest in the poets, she avoided them instinctively, and dwelt rather insistently upon the practical nature of her gifts. In a practical way she asked for particulars of his cottage, which hardly existed in his mind, and corrected his vagueness. "You must see that there... | found himself curiously eager to make certain of her good sense, and accepted each fresh proof of it with satisfaction, as though it helped him to make up his mind about something. She forgot the pain he had caused her, and in place of it she became conscious of a steady tide of well-being which harmonized very aptly w... | are about to do, the presence of other people and the support we derive from seeing their belief in a common reality all this slipped from him. So he might have felt if the earth had dropped from his feet, and the empty blue had hung all round him, and the air had been steeped in the presence of one woman. The chirp of... | me to go away. That s not very sensible, is it?" "Mary," he cried, stung by the remembrance of his exacting and dictatorial ways with her, "what a brute I ve been to you!" It took all her strength to keep the tears from springing, and to thrust back her assurance that she would forgive him till Doomsday if he chose. Sh... | in front of it, a farm building or so at the side, and a screen of fir-trees rising behind, all perfectly sheltered and self-sufficient. Behind the house the hill rose again, and the trees on the farther summit stood upright against the sky, which appeared of a more intense blue between their trunks. His mind at once w... | Night And Day |
he said, | No speaker | statement. "One of the rooms,"<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>"must be my study, for, | her by a more intimate statement. "One of the rooms,"<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>"must be my study, for, you see, Mary, I m | there s water," she insisted, with an exaggeration of interest. She avoided asking him what he meant to do in this cottage, and, at last, when all the practical details had been thrashed out as much as possible, he rewarded her by a more intimate statement. "One of the rooms,"<|quote|>he said,</|quote|>"must be my stud... | was. Instead of making out an interest in the poets, she avoided them instinctively, and dwelt rather insistently upon the practical nature of her gifts. In a practical way she asked for particulars of his cottage, which hardly existed in his mind, and corrected his vagueness. "You must see that there s water," she ins... | to make certain of her good sense, and accepted each fresh proof of it with satisfaction, as though it helped him to make up his mind about something. She forgot the pain he had caused her, and in place of it she became conscious of a steady tide of well-being which harmonized very aptly with the tramp of their feet up... | the presence of other people and the support we derive from seeing their belief in a common reality all this slipped from him. So he might have felt if the earth had dropped from his feet, and the empty blue had hung all round him, and the air had been steeped in the presence of one woman. The chirp of a robin on the b... | That s not very sensible, is it?" "Mary," he cried, stung by the remembrance of his exacting and dictatorial ways with her, "what a brute I ve been to you!" It took all her strength to keep the tears from springing, and to thrust back her assurance that she would forgive him till Doomsday if he chose. She was preserved... | or so at the side, and a screen of fir-trees rising behind, all perfectly sheltered and self-sufficient. Behind the house the hill rose again, and the trees on the farther summit stood upright against the sky, which appeared of a more intense blue between their trunks. His mind at once was filled with a sense of the ac... | Night And Day |
"must be my study, for, you see, Mary, I m going to write a book." | Ralph Denham | of the rooms," he said,<|quote|>"must be my study, for, you see, Mary, I m going to write a book."</|quote|>Here he withdrew his arm | a more intimate statement. "One of the rooms," he said,<|quote|>"must be my study, for, you see, Mary, I m going to write a book."</|quote|>Here he withdrew his arm from hers, lit his pipe, | water," she insisted, with an exaggeration of interest. She avoided asking him what he meant to do in this cottage, and, at last, when all the practical details had been thrashed out as much as possible, he rewarded her by a more intimate statement. "One of the rooms," he said,<|quote|>"must be my study, for, you see, ... | of making out an interest in the poets, she avoided them instinctively, and dwelt rather insistently upon the practical nature of her gifts. In a practical way she asked for particulars of his cottage, which hardly existed in his mind, and corrected his vagueness. "You must see that there s water," she insisted, with a... | certain of her good sense, and accepted each fresh proof of it with satisfaction, as though it helped him to make up his mind about something. She forgot the pain he had caused her, and in place of it she became conscious of a steady tide of well-being which harmonized very aptly with the tramp of their feet upon the d... | of other people and the support we derive from seeing their belief in a common reality all this slipped from him. So he might have felt if the earth had dropped from his feet, and the empty blue had hung all round him, and the air had been steeped in the presence of one woman. The chirp of a robin on the bough above hi... | not very sensible, is it?" "Mary," he cried, stung by the remembrance of his exacting and dictatorial ways with her, "what a brute I ve been to you!" It took all her strength to keep the tears from springing, and to thrust back her assurance that she would forgive him till Doomsday if he chose. She was preserved from d... | of one woman. The chirp of a robin on the bough above his head awakened him, and his awakenment was accompanied by a sigh. Here was the world in which he had lived; here the plowed field, the high road yonder, and Mary, stripping ivy from the trees. When he came up with her he linked his arm through hers and said: "Now... | Night And Day |
Here he withdrew his arm from hers, lit his pipe, and they tramped on in a sagacious kind of comradeship, the most complete they had attained in all their friendship. | No speaker | going to write a book."<|quote|>Here he withdrew his arm from hers, lit his pipe, and they tramped on in a sagacious kind of comradeship, the most complete they had attained in all their friendship.</|quote|>"And what s your book | you see, Mary, I m going to write a book."<|quote|>Here he withdrew his arm from hers, lit his pipe, and they tramped on in a sagacious kind of comradeship, the most complete they had attained in all their friendship.</|quote|>"And what s your book to be about?" she said, | to do in this cottage, and, at last, when all the practical details had been thrashed out as much as possible, he rewarded her by a more intimate statement. "One of the rooms," he said, "must be my study, for, you see, Mary, I m going to write a book."<|quote|>Here he withdrew his arm from hers, lit his pipe, and they ... | insistently upon the practical nature of her gifts. In a practical way she asked for particulars of his cottage, which hardly existed in his mind, and corrected his vagueness. "You must see that there s water," she insisted, with an exaggeration of interest. She avoided asking him what he meant to do in this cottage, a... | though it helped him to make up his mind about something. She forgot the pain he had caused her, and in place of it she became conscious of a steady tide of well-being which harmonized very aptly with the tramp of their feet upon the dry road and the support of his arm. The comfort was the more glowing in that it seeme... | reality all this slipped from him. So he might have felt if the earth had dropped from his feet, and the empty blue had hung all round him, and the air had been steeped in the presence of one woman. The chirp of a robin on the bough above his head awakened him, and his awakenment was accompanied by a sigh. Here was the... | and dictatorial ways with her, "what a brute I ve been to you!" It took all her strength to keep the tears from springing, and to thrust back her assurance that she would forgive him till Doomsday if he chose. She was preserved from doing so only by a stubborn kind of respect for herself which lay at the root of her na... | of her good sense, and accepted each fresh proof of it with satisfaction, as though it helped him to make up his mind about something. She forgot the pain he had caused her, and in place of it she became conscious of a steady tide of well-being which harmonized very aptly with the tramp of their feet upon the dry road ... | Night And Day |
"And what s your book to be about?" | Mary Datchet | attained in all their friendship.<|quote|>"And what s your book to be about?"</|quote|>she said, as boldly as | the most complete they had attained in all their friendship.<|quote|>"And what s your book to be about?"</|quote|>she said, as boldly as if she had never come | of the rooms," he said, "must be my study, for, you see, Mary, I m going to write a book." Here he withdrew his arm from hers, lit his pipe, and they tramped on in a sagacious kind of comradeship, the most complete they had attained in all their friendship.<|quote|>"And what s your book to be about?"</|quote|>she said,... | must see that there s water," she insisted, with an exaggeration of interest. She avoided asking him what he meant to do in this cottage, and, at last, when all the practical details had been thrashed out as much as possible, he rewarded her by a more intimate statement. "One of the rooms," he said, "must be my study, ... | tide of well-being which harmonized very aptly with the tramp of their feet upon the dry road and the support of his arm. The comfort was the more glowing in that it seemed to be the reward of her determination to behave to him simply and without attempting to be other than she was. Instead of making out an interest in... | air had been steeped in the presence of one woman. The chirp of a robin on the bough above his head awakened him, and his awakenment was accompanied by a sigh. Here was the world in which he had lived; here the plowed field, the high road yonder, and Mary, stripping ivy from the trees. When he came up with her he linke... | that she would forgive him till Doomsday if he chose. She was preserved from doing so only by a stubborn kind of respect for herself which lay at the root of her nature and forbade surrender, even in moments of almost overwhelming passion. Now, when all was tempest and high-running waves, she knew of a land where the s... | so definitely opposed to the vision he held in his mind that he returned to it with a gesture of impatience. "Katharine, Katharine," he repeated, and seemed to himself to be with her. He lost his sense of all that surrounded him; all substantial things the hour of the day, what we have done and are about to do, the pre... | Night And Day |
she said, as boldly as if she had never come to grief with Ralph in talking about books. He told her unhesitatingly that he meant to write the history of the English village from Saxon days to the present time. Some such plan had lain as a seed in his mind for many years; and now that he had decided, in a flash, to giv... | No speaker | your book to be about?"<|quote|>she said, as boldly as if she had never come to grief with Ralph in talking about books. He told her unhesitatingly that he meant to write the history of the English village from Saxon days to the present time. Some such plan had lain as a seed in his mind for many years; and now that he... | their friendship. "And what s your book to be about?"<|quote|>she said, as boldly as if she had never come to grief with Ralph in talking about books. He told her unhesitatingly that he meant to write the history of the English village from Saxon days to the present time. Some such plan had lain as a seed in his mind f... | study, for, you see, Mary, I m going to write a book." Here he withdrew his arm from hers, lit his pipe, and they tramped on in a sagacious kind of comradeship, the most complete they had attained in all their friendship. "And what s your book to be about?"<|quote|>she said, as boldly as if she had never come to grief ... | with an exaggeration of interest. She avoided asking him what he meant to do in this cottage, and, at last, when all the practical details had been thrashed out as much as possible, he rewarded her by a more intimate statement. "One of the rooms," he said, "must be my study, for, you see, Mary, I m going to write a boo... | the tramp of their feet upon the dry road and the support of his arm. The comfort was the more glowing in that it seemed to be the reward of her determination to behave to him simply and without attempting to be other than she was. Instead of making out an interest in the poets, she avoided them instinctively, and dwel... | one woman. The chirp of a robin on the bough above his head awakened him, and his awakenment was accompanied by a sigh. Here was the world in which he had lived; here the plowed field, the high road yonder, and Mary, stripping ivy from the trees. When he came up with her he linked his arm through hers and said: "Now, M... | he chose. She was preserved from doing so only by a stubborn kind of respect for herself which lay at the root of her nature and forbade surrender, even in moments of almost overwhelming passion. Now, when all was tempest and high-running waves, she knew of a land where the sun shone clear upon Italian grammars and fil... | when she reflected that she had cut short his explanations and shown little interest in his change of plan. She gave him her reasons for thinking that she might profit by such a journey, omitting the one reason which had set all the rest in motion. He listened attentively, and made no attempt to dissuade her. In truth,... | Night And Day |
"Well, Mary?" | Ralph Denham | turned just so, and said:<|quote|>"Well, Mary?"</|quote|>with the curious touch of | at that very moment he turned just so, and said:<|quote|>"Well, Mary?"</|quote|>with the curious touch of diffidence which she loved in | anticipate the exact moment when he would put an end to his thought and turn a little in his chair and say: "Well, Mary ?" inviting her to take up the thread of thought where he had dropped it. And at that very moment he turned just so, and said:<|quote|>"Well, Mary?"</|quote|>with the curious touch of diffidence which... | and gravely at the backs of the two men at the next table, with so little self-consciousness that she could almost watch his mind placing one thought solidly upon the top of another; she thought that she could feel him thinking, through the shade of her fingers, and she could anticipate the exact moment when he would p... | to her in being with him, because there was a risk that he would not be able to keep to the right pace among other people. Sitting opposite him at the little table in the window, she came back to that state of careless exaltation which had overcome her when they halted by the gate, but now it was accompanied by a sense... | hollow of the bow window, Ralph and Mary took their share of this perennial feast. Looking across the joint, half-way through the meal, Mary wondered whether Ralph would ever come to look quite like the other people in the room. Would he be absorbed among the round pink faces, pricked with little white bristles, the ca... | to write a book." Here he withdrew his arm from hers, lit his pipe, and they tramped on in a sagacious kind of comradeship, the most complete they had attained in all their friendship. "And what s your book to be about?" she said, as boldly as if she had never come to grief with Ralph in talking about books. He told he... | it was only in his mind that he was different. She did not wish him to be too different from other people. The walk had given him a ruddy color, too, and his eyes were lit up by a steady, honest light, which could not make the simplest farmer feel ill at ease, or suggest to the most devout of clergymen a disposition to... | Night And Day |
with the curious touch of diffidence which she loved in him. She laughed, and she explained her laugh on the spur of the moment by the look of the people in the street below. There was a motor-car with an old lady swathed in blue veils, and a lady s maid on the seat opposite, holding a King Charles s spaniel; there was... | No speaker | so, and said: "Well, Mary?"<|quote|>with the curious touch of diffidence which she loved in him. She laughed, and she explained her laugh on the spur of the moment by the look of the people in the street below. There was a motor-car with an old lady swathed in blue veils, and a lady s maid on the seat opposite, holding... | very moment he turned just so, and said: "Well, Mary?"<|quote|>with the curious touch of diffidence which she loved in him. She laughed, and she explained her laugh on the spur of the moment by the look of the people in the street below. There was a motor-car with an old lady swathed in blue veils, and a lady s maid on... | exact moment when he would put an end to his thought and turn a little in his chair and say: "Well, Mary ?" inviting her to take up the thread of thought where he had dropped it. And at that very moment he turned just so, and said: "Well, Mary?"<|quote|>with the curious touch of diffidence which she loved in him. She l... | at the backs of the two men at the next table, with so little self-consciousness that she could almost watch his mind placing one thought solidly upon the top of another; she thought that she could feel him thinking, through the shade of her fingers, and she could anticipate the exact moment when he would put an end to... | in being with him, because there was a risk that he would not be able to keep to the right pace among other people. Sitting opposite him at the little table in the window, she came back to that state of careless exaltation which had overcome her when they halted by the gate, but now it was accompanied by a sense of san... | the bow window, Ralph and Mary took their share of this perennial feast. Looking across the joint, half-way through the meal, Mary wondered whether Ralph would ever come to look quite like the other people in the room. Would he be absorbed among the round pink faces, pricked with little white bristles, the calves fitte... | a book." Here he withdrew his arm from hers, lit his pipe, and they tramped on in a sagacious kind of comradeship, the most complete they had attained in all their friendship. "And what s your book to be about?" she said, as boldly as if she had never come to grief with Ralph in talking about books. He told her unhesit... | rounded window suggested substantial fare, nor were they mistaken. For over a hundred and fifty years hot joints, potatoes, greens, and apple puddings had been served to generations of country gentlemen, and now, sitting at a table in the hollow of the bow window, Ralph and Mary took their share of this perennial feast... | Night And Day |
"How damnable this all is!" | Ralph Denham | other people in the room.<|quote|>"How damnable this all is!"</|quote|>he exclaimed abruptly. "What are | he was afraid of the other people in the room.<|quote|>"How damnable this all is!"</|quote|>he exclaimed abruptly. "What are you talking about?" she replied, | and said: "There, there. Don t cry! Tell me why you re crying "; and they would clasp each other tight, and her arms would hold him like his mother s. He felt that he was very lonely, and that he was afraid of the other people in the room.<|quote|>"How damnable this all is!"</|quote|>he exclaimed abruptly. "What are yo... | out of the window and describing the old lady, the woman with the perambulator, the bailiff and the dissenting minister, his eyes filled involuntarily with tears. He would have liked to lay his head on her shoulder and sob, while she parted his hair with her fingers and soothed him and said: "There, there. Don t cry! T... | the idea that he would ask Mary to marry him. The idea was so spontaneous that it seemed to shape itself of its own accord before his eyes. It was then that he turned round and made use of his old, instinctive phrase: "Well, Mary ?" As it presented itself to him at first, the idea was so new and interesting that he was... | street below. There was a motor-car with an old lady swathed in blue veils, and a lady s maid on the seat opposite, holding a King Charles s spaniel; there was a country-woman wheeling a perambulator full of sticks down the middle of the road; there was a bailiff in gaiters discussing the state of the cattle market wit... | the other people in the room. Would he be absorbed among the round pink faces, pricked with little white bristles, the calves fitted in shiny brown leather, the black-and-white check suits, which were sprinkled about in the same room with them? She half hoped so; she thought that it was only in his mind that he was dif... | ?" inviting her to take up the thread of thought where he had dropped it. And at that very moment he turned just so, and said: "Well, Mary?" with the curious touch of diffidence which she loved in him. She laughed, and she explained her laugh on the spur of the moment by the look of the people in the street below. Ther... | Night And Day |
he exclaimed abruptly. | No speaker | "How damnable this all is!"<|quote|>he exclaimed abruptly.</|quote|>"What are you talking about?" | other people in the room. "How damnable this all is!"<|quote|>he exclaimed abruptly.</|quote|>"What are you talking about?" she replied, rather vaguely, still | t cry! Tell me why you re crying "; and they would clasp each other tight, and her arms would hold him like his mother s. He felt that he was very lonely, and that he was afraid of the other people in the room. "How damnable this all is!"<|quote|>he exclaimed abruptly.</|quote|>"What are you talking about?" she replied... | describing the old lady, the woman with the perambulator, the bailiff and the dissenting minister, his eyes filled involuntarily with tears. He would have liked to lay his head on her shoulder and sob, while she parted his hair with her fingers and soothed him and said: "There, there. Don t cry! Tell me why you re cryi... | ask Mary to marry him. The idea was so spontaneous that it seemed to shape itself of its own accord before his eyes. It was then that he turned round and made use of his old, instinctive phrase: "Well, Mary ?" As it presented itself to him at first, the idea was so new and interesting that he was half inclined to addre... | motor-car with an old lady swathed in blue veils, and a lady s maid on the seat opposite, holding a King Charles s spaniel; there was a country-woman wheeling a perambulator full of sticks down the middle of the road; there was a bailiff in gaiters discussing the state of the cattle market with a dissenting minister so... | room. Would he be absorbed among the round pink faces, pricked with little white bristles, the calves fitted in shiny brown leather, the black-and-white check suits, which were sprinkled about in the same room with them? She half hoped so; she thought that it was only in his mind that he was different. She did not wish... | dissenting minister so she defined them. She ran over this list without any fear that her companion would think her trivial. Indeed, whether it was due to the warmth of the room or to the good roast beef, or whether Ralph had achieved the process which is called making up one s mind, certainly he had given up testing t... | Night And Day |
"What are you talking about?" | Mary Datchet | all is!" he exclaimed abruptly.<|quote|>"What are you talking about?"</|quote|>she replied, rather vaguely, still | the room. "How damnable this all is!" he exclaimed abruptly.<|quote|>"What are you talking about?"</|quote|>she replied, rather vaguely, still looking out of the window. | me why you re crying "; and they would clasp each other tight, and her arms would hold him like his mother s. He felt that he was very lonely, and that he was afraid of the other people in the room. "How damnable this all is!" he exclaimed abruptly.<|quote|>"What are you talking about?"</|quote|>she replied, rather vag... | lady, the woman with the perambulator, the bailiff and the dissenting minister, his eyes filled involuntarily with tears. He would have liked to lay his head on her shoulder and sob, while she parted his hair with her fingers and soothed him and said: "There, there. Don t cry! Tell me why you re crying "; and they woul... | marry him. The idea was so spontaneous that it seemed to shape itself of its own accord before his eyes. It was then that he turned round and made use of his old, instinctive phrase: "Well, Mary ?" As it presented itself to him at first, the idea was so new and interesting that he was half inclined to address it, witho... | old lady swathed in blue veils, and a lady s maid on the seat opposite, holding a King Charles s spaniel; there was a country-woman wheeling a perambulator full of sticks down the middle of the road; there was a bailiff in gaiters discussing the state of the cattle market with a dissenting minister so she defined them.... | be absorbed among the round pink faces, pricked with little white bristles, the calves fitted in shiny brown leather, the black-and-white check suits, which were sprinkled about in the same room with them? She half hoped so; she thought that it was only in his mind that he was different. She did not wish him to be too ... | needed embodiment in words. How silent he was! leaning his forehead on his hand, now and then, and again looking steadily and gravely at the backs of the two men at the next table, with so little self-consciousness that she could almost watch his mind placing one thought solidly upon the top of another; she thought tha... | Night And Day |
she replied, rather vaguely, still looking out of the window. He resented this divided attention more than, perhaps, he knew, and he thought how Mary would soon be on her way to America. | No speaker | "What are you talking about?"<|quote|>she replied, rather vaguely, still looking out of the window. He resented this divided attention more than, perhaps, he knew, and he thought how Mary would soon be on her way to America.</|quote|>"Mary," he said, "I want | all is!" he exclaimed abruptly. "What are you talking about?"<|quote|>she replied, rather vaguely, still looking out of the window. He resented this divided attention more than, perhaps, he knew, and he thought how Mary would soon be on her way to America.</|quote|>"Mary," he said, "I want to talk to you. Haven | "; and they would clasp each other tight, and her arms would hold him like his mother s. He felt that he was very lonely, and that he was afraid of the other people in the room. "How damnable this all is!" he exclaimed abruptly. "What are you talking about?"<|quote|>she replied, rather vaguely, still looking out of the... | perambulator, the bailiff and the dissenting minister, his eyes filled involuntarily with tears. He would have liked to lay his head on her shoulder and sob, while she parted his hair with her fingers and soothed him and said: "There, there. Don t cry! Tell me why you re crying "; and they would clasp each other tight,... | so spontaneous that it seemed to shape itself of its own accord before his eyes. It was then that he turned round and made use of his old, instinctive phrase: "Well, Mary ?" As it presented itself to him at first, the idea was so new and interesting that he was half inclined to address it, without more ado, to Mary her... | veils, and a lady s maid on the seat opposite, holding a King Charles s spaniel; there was a country-woman wheeling a perambulator full of sticks down the middle of the road; there was a bailiff in gaiters discussing the state of the cattle market with a dissenting minister so she defined them. She ran over this list w... | pink faces, pricked with little white bristles, the calves fitted in shiny brown leather, the black-and-white check suits, which were sprinkled about in the same room with them? She half hoped so; she thought that it was only in his mind that he was different. She did not wish him to be too different from other people.... | a feeling in common which scarcely needed embodiment in words. How silent he was! leaning his forehead on his hand, now and then, and again looking steadily and gravely at the backs of the two men at the next table, with so little self-consciousness that she could almost watch his mind placing one thought solidly upon ... | Night And Day |
"Mary," | Ralph Denham | on her way to America.<|quote|>"Mary,"</|quote|>he said, "I want to | how Mary would soon be on her way to America.<|quote|>"Mary,"</|quote|>he said, "I want to talk to you. Haven t | people in the room. "How damnable this all is!" he exclaimed abruptly. "What are you talking about?" she replied, rather vaguely, still looking out of the window. He resented this divided attention more than, perhaps, he knew, and he thought how Mary would soon be on her way to America.<|quote|>"Mary,"</|quote|>he said... | fingers and soothed him and said: "There, there. Don t cry! Tell me why you re crying "; and they would clasp each other tight, and her arms would hold him like his mother s. He felt that he was very lonely, and that he was afraid of the other people in the room. "How damnable this all is!" he exclaimed abruptly. "What... | As it presented itself to him at first, the idea was so new and interesting that he was half inclined to address it, without more ado, to Mary herself. His natural instinct to divide his thoughts carefully into two different classes before he expressed them to her prevailed. But as he watched her looking out of the win... | was a bailiff in gaiters discussing the state of the cattle market with a dissenting minister so she defined them. She ran over this list without any fear that her companion would think her trivial. Indeed, whether it was due to the warmth of the room or to the good roast beef, or whether Ralph had achieved the process... | thought that it was only in his mind that he was different. She did not wish him to be too different from other people. The walk had given him a ruddy color, too, and his eyes were lit up by a steady, honest light, which could not make the simplest farmer feel ill at ease, or suggest to the most devout of clergymen a d... | the backs of the two men at the next table, with so little self-consciousness that she could almost watch his mind placing one thought solidly upon the top of another; she thought that she could feel him thinking, through the shade of her fingers, and she could anticipate the exact moment when he would put an end to hi... | Night And Day |
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