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"No?" | Katharine Hilbery | ve not enjoyed my holiday."<|quote|>"No?"</|quote|>"No. I shall be glad | which he had intended. "I ve not enjoyed my holiday."<|quote|>"No?"</|quote|>"No. I shall be glad to get back to work | need for us to race," he complained at last; upon which she immediately slackened her pace, and walked too slowly to suit him. In desperation he said the first thing he thought of, very peevishly and without the dignified prelude which he had intended. "I ve not enjoyed my holiday."<|quote|>"No?"</|quote|>"No. I shall ... | to approach Katharine; alone with her, the aloofness and force of her character checked all his natural methods of attack. He believed that she had behaved very badly to him, but each separate instance of unkindness seemed too petty to be advanced when they were alone together. "There s no need for us to race," he comp... | sign of the carriage had disappeared beneath the curve of the road and they were left entirely alone. To cloak their silence she read the writing on the obelisk, to do which she had to walk completely round it. She was murmuring a word to two of the pious lady s thanks above her breath when Rodney joined her. In silenc... | the eighteenth century who had been set upon by highwaymen at this spot and delivered from death just as hope seemed lost. In summer it was a pleasant place, for the deep woods on either side murmured, and the heather, which grew thick round the granite pedestal, made the light breeze taste sweetly; in winter the sighi... | into the future for him, they stepped into the yard of an inn, and there beheld the family coach of the Otways, to which one sleek horse was already attached, while the second was being led out of the stable door by the hostler. "I don t know what one means by happiness," he said briefly, having to step aside in order ... | last sign of the carriage had disappeared beneath the curve of the road and they were left entirely alone. To cloak their silence she read the writing on the obelisk, to do which she had to walk completely round it. She was murmuring a word to two of the pious lady s thanks above her breath when Rodney joined her. In s... | Night And Day |
"No. I shall be glad to get back to work again." | William Rodney | not enjoyed my holiday." "No?"<|quote|>"No. I shall be glad to get back to work again."</|quote|>"Saturday, Sunday, Monday there are | he had intended. "I ve not enjoyed my holiday." "No?"<|quote|>"No. I shall be glad to get back to work again."</|quote|>"Saturday, Sunday, Monday there are only three days more," she | for us to race," he complained at last; upon which she immediately slackened her pace, and walked too slowly to suit him. In desperation he said the first thing he thought of, very peevishly and without the dignified prelude which he had intended. "I ve not enjoyed my holiday." "No?"<|quote|>"No. I shall be glad to get... | approach Katharine; alone with her, the aloofness and force of her character checked all his natural methods of attack. He believed that she had behaved very badly to him, but each separate instance of unkindness seemed too petty to be advanced when they were alone together. "There s no need for us to race," he complai... | of the carriage had disappeared beneath the curve of the road and they were left entirely alone. To cloak their silence she read the writing on the obelisk, to do which she had to walk completely round it. She was murmuring a word to two of the pious lady s thanks above her breath when Rodney joined her. In silence the... | eighteenth century who had been set upon by highwaymen at this spot and delivered from death just as hope seemed lost. In summer it was a pleasant place, for the deep woods on either side murmured, and the heather, which grew thick round the granite pedestal, made the light breeze taste sweetly; in winter the sighing o... | the future for him, they stepped into the yard of an inn, and there beheld the family coach of the Otways, to which one sleek horse was already attached, while the second was being led out of the stable door by the hostler. "I don t know what one means by happiness," he said briefly, having to step aside in order to av... | to her, Katharine knew very well; she was neither glad nor sorry that the time had come, nor, indeed, knew what to expect, and thus remained silent. The carriage grew smaller and smaller upon the dusky road, and still Rodney did not speak. Perhaps, she thought, he waited until the last sign of the carriage had disappea... | Night And Day |
"Saturday, Sunday, Monday there are only three days more," | Katharine Hilbery | get back to work again."<|quote|>"Saturday, Sunday, Monday there are only three days more,"</|quote|>she counted. "No one enjoys | I shall be glad to get back to work again."<|quote|>"Saturday, Sunday, Monday there are only three days more,"</|quote|>she counted. "No one enjoys being made a fool of | immediately slackened her pace, and walked too slowly to suit him. In desperation he said the first thing he thought of, very peevishly and without the dignified prelude which he had intended. "I ve not enjoyed my holiday." "No?" "No. I shall be glad to get back to work again."<|quote|>"Saturday, Sunday, Monday there a... | character checked all his natural methods of attack. He believed that she had behaved very badly to him, but each separate instance of unkindness seemed too petty to be advanced when they were alone together. "There s no need for us to race," he complained at last; upon which she immediately slackened her pace, and wal... | and they were left entirely alone. To cloak their silence she read the writing on the obelisk, to do which she had to walk completely round it. She was murmuring a word to two of the pious lady s thanks above her breath when Rodney joined her. In silence they set out along the cart-track which skirted the verge of the ... | spot and delivered from death just as hope seemed lost. In summer it was a pleasant place, for the deep woods on either side murmured, and the heather, which grew thick round the granite pedestal, made the light breeze taste sweetly; in winter the sighing of the trees was deepened to a hollow sound, and the heath was a... | inn, and there beheld the family coach of the Otways, to which one sleek horse was already attached, while the second was being led out of the stable door by the hostler. "I don t know what one means by happiness," he said briefly, having to step aside in order to avoid a groom with a bucket. "Why do you think I shall ... | that morning. About two miles from Lampsher the road ran over the rounded summit of the heath, a lonely spot marked by an obelisk of granite, setting forth the gratitude of some great lady of the eighteenth century who had been set upon by highwaymen at this spot and delivered from death just as hope seemed lost. In su... | Night And Day |
she counted. | No speaker | are only three days more,"<|quote|>she counted.</|quote|>"No one enjoys being made | again." "Saturday, Sunday, Monday there are only three days more,"<|quote|>she counted.</|quote|>"No one enjoys being made a fool of before other | suit him. In desperation he said the first thing he thought of, very peevishly and without the dignified prelude which he had intended. "I ve not enjoyed my holiday." "No?" "No. I shall be glad to get back to work again." "Saturday, Sunday, Monday there are only three days more,"<|quote|>she counted.</|quote|>"No one e... | believed that she had behaved very badly to him, but each separate instance of unkindness seemed too petty to be advanced when they were alone together. "There s no need for us to race," he complained at last; upon which she immediately slackened her pace, and walked too slowly to suit him. In desperation he said the f... | silence she read the writing on the obelisk, to do which she had to walk completely round it. She was murmuring a word to two of the pious lady s thanks above her breath when Rodney joined her. In silence they set out along the cart-track which skirted the verge of the trees. To break the silence was exactly what Rodne... | lost. In summer it was a pleasant place, for the deep woods on either side murmured, and the heather, which grew thick round the granite pedestal, made the light breeze taste sweetly; in winter the sighing of the trees was deepened to a hollow sound, and the heath was as gray and almost as solitary as the empty sweep o... | Otways, to which one sleek horse was already attached, while the second was being led out of the stable door by the hostler. "I don t know what one means by happiness," he said briefly, having to step aside in order to avoid a groom with a bucket. "Why do you think I shall be happy? I don t expect to be anything of the... | marked by an obelisk of granite, setting forth the gratitude of some great lady of the eighteenth century who had been set upon by highwaymen at this spot and delivered from death just as hope seemed lost. In summer it was a pleasant place, for the deep woods on either side murmured, and the heather, which grew thick r... | Night And Day |
"No one enjoys being made a fool of before other people," | William Rodney | three days more," she counted.<|quote|>"No one enjoys being made a fool of before other people,"</|quote|>he blurted out, for his | Sunday, Monday there are only three days more," she counted.<|quote|>"No one enjoys being made a fool of before other people,"</|quote|>he blurted out, for his irritation rose as she spoke, | In desperation he said the first thing he thought of, very peevishly and without the dignified prelude which he had intended. "I ve not enjoyed my holiday." "No?" "No. I shall be glad to get back to work again." "Saturday, Sunday, Monday there are only three days more," she counted.<|quote|>"No one enjoys being made a ... | she had behaved very badly to him, but each separate instance of unkindness seemed too petty to be advanced when they were alone together. "There s no need for us to race," he complained at last; upon which she immediately slackened her pace, and walked too slowly to suit him. In desperation he said the first thing he ... | read the writing on the obelisk, to do which she had to walk completely round it. She was murmuring a word to two of the pious lady s thanks above her breath when Rodney joined her. In silence they set out along the cart-track which skirted the verge of the trees. To break the silence was exactly what Rodney wished to ... | summer it was a pleasant place, for the deep woods on either side murmured, and the heather, which grew thick round the granite pedestal, made the light breeze taste sweetly; in winter the sighing of the trees was deepened to a hollow sound, and the heath was as gray and almost as solitary as the empty sweep of the clo... | which one sleek horse was already attached, while the second was being led out of the stable door by the hostler. "I don t know what one means by happiness," he said briefly, having to step aside in order to avoid a groom with a bucket. "Why do you think I shall be happy? I don t expect to be anything of the kind. I ex... | but her look was a little overcast by something she was thinking, and in a very few minutes the Otway carriage rolled out of the stable yard and turned down the high road leading to the village of Lampsher. The return drive was almost as silent as the drive from home had been in the morning; indeed, Mrs. Hilbery leant ... | Night And Day |
he blurted out, for his irritation rose as she spoke, and got the better of his awe of her, and was inflamed by that awe. | No speaker | fool of before other people,"<|quote|>he blurted out, for his irritation rose as she spoke, and got the better of his awe of her, and was inflamed by that awe.</|quote|>"That refers to me, I | one enjoys being made a fool of before other people,"<|quote|>he blurted out, for his irritation rose as she spoke, and got the better of his awe of her, and was inflamed by that awe.</|quote|>"That refers to me, I suppose," she said calmly. "Every | peevishly and without the dignified prelude which he had intended. "I ve not enjoyed my holiday." "No?" "No. I shall be glad to get back to work again." "Saturday, Sunday, Monday there are only three days more," she counted. "No one enjoys being made a fool of before other people,"<|quote|>he blurted out, for his irrit... | of unkindness seemed too petty to be advanced when they were alone together. "There s no need for us to race," he complained at last; upon which she immediately slackened her pace, and walked too slowly to suit him. In desperation he said the first thing he thought of, very peevishly and without the dignified prelude w... | to walk completely round it. She was murmuring a word to two of the pious lady s thanks above her breath when Rodney joined her. In silence they set out along the cart-track which skirted the verge of the trees. To break the silence was exactly what Rodney wished to do, and yet could not do to his own satisfaction. In ... | either side murmured, and the heather, which grew thick round the granite pedestal, made the light breeze taste sweetly; in winter the sighing of the trees was deepened to a hollow sound, and the heath was as gray and almost as solitary as the empty sweep of the clouds above it. Here Rodney stopped the carriage and hel... | being led out of the stable door by the hostler. "I don t know what one means by happiness," he said briefly, having to step aside in order to avoid a groom with a bucket. "Why do you think I shall be happy? I don t expect to be anything of the kind. I expect to be rather less unhappy. I shall write a book and curse my... | to London at once? I will write." She half smiled at Ralph, but her look was a little overcast by something she was thinking, and in a very few minutes the Otway carriage rolled out of the stable yard and turned down the high road leading to the village of Lampsher. The return drive was almost as silent as the drive fr... | Night And Day |
"That refers to me, I suppose," | Katharine Hilbery | was inflamed by that awe.<|quote|>"That refers to me, I suppose,"</|quote|>she said calmly. "Every day | his awe of her, and was inflamed by that awe.<|quote|>"That refers to me, I suppose,"</|quote|>she said calmly. "Every day since we ve been here | to work again." "Saturday, Sunday, Monday there are only three days more," she counted. "No one enjoys being made a fool of before other people," he blurted out, for his irritation rose as she spoke, and got the better of his awe of her, and was inflamed by that awe.<|quote|>"That refers to me, I suppose,"</|quote|>she... | upon which she immediately slackened her pace, and walked too slowly to suit him. In desperation he said the first thing he thought of, very peevishly and without the dignified prelude which he had intended. "I ve not enjoyed my holiday." "No?" "No. I shall be glad to get back to work again." "Saturday, Sunday, Monday ... | In silence they set out along the cart-track which skirted the verge of the trees. To break the silence was exactly what Rodney wished to do, and yet could not do to his own satisfaction. In company it was far easier to approach Katharine; alone with her, the aloofness and force of her character checked all his natural... | trees was deepened to a hollow sound, and the heath was as gray and almost as solitary as the empty sweep of the clouds above it. Here Rodney stopped the carriage and helped Katharine to alight. Henry, too, gave her his hand, and fancied that she pressed it very slightly in parting as if she sent him a message. But the... | aside in order to avoid a groom with a bucket. "Why do you think I shall be happy? I don t expect to be anything of the kind. I expect to be rather less unhappy. I shall write a book and curse my charwoman if happiness consists in that. What do you think?" She could not answer because they were immediately surrounded b... | Henry, too, gave her his hand, and fancied that she pressed it very slightly in parting as if she sent him a message. But the carriage rolled on immediately, without wakening Mrs. Hilbery, and left the couple standing by the obelisk. That Rodney was angry with her and had made this opportunity for speaking to her, Kath... | Night And Day |
she said calmly. | No speaker | refers to me, I suppose,"<|quote|>she said calmly.</|quote|>"Every day since we ve | inflamed by that awe. "That refers to me, I suppose,"<|quote|>she said calmly.</|quote|>"Every day since we ve been here you ve done | there are only three days more," she counted. "No one enjoys being made a fool of before other people," he blurted out, for his irritation rose as she spoke, and got the better of his awe of her, and was inflamed by that awe. "That refers to me, I suppose,"<|quote|>she said calmly.</|quote|>"Every day since we ve been ... | pace, and walked too slowly to suit him. In desperation he said the first thing he thought of, very peevishly and without the dignified prelude which he had intended. "I ve not enjoyed my holiday." "No?" "No. I shall be glad to get back to work again." "Saturday, Sunday, Monday there are only three days more," she coun... | the cart-track which skirted the verge of the trees. To break the silence was exactly what Rodney wished to do, and yet could not do to his own satisfaction. In company it was far easier to approach Katharine; alone with her, the aloofness and force of her character checked all his natural methods of attack. He believe... | sound, and the heath was as gray and almost as solitary as the empty sweep of the clouds above it. Here Rodney stopped the carriage and helped Katharine to alight. Henry, too, gave her his hand, and fancied that she pressed it very slightly in parting as if she sent him a message. But the carriage rolled on immediately... | groom with a bucket. "Why do you think I shall be happy? I don t expect to be anything of the kind. I expect to be rather less unhappy. I shall write a book and curse my charwoman if happiness consists in that. What do you think?" She could not answer because they were immediately surrounded by other members of the par... | along the cart-track which skirted the verge of the trees. To break the silence was exactly what Rodney wished to do, and yet could not do to his own satisfaction. In company it was far easier to approach Katharine; alone with her, the aloofness and force of her character checked all his natural methods of attack. He b... | Night And Day |
"Every day since we ve been here you ve done something to make me appear ridiculous," | William Rodney | I suppose," she said calmly.<|quote|>"Every day since we ve been here you ve done something to make me appear ridiculous,"</|quote|>he went on. "Of course, | awe. "That refers to me, I suppose," she said calmly.<|quote|>"Every day since we ve been here you ve done something to make me appear ridiculous,"</|quote|>he went on. "Of course, so long as it amuses | three days more," she counted. "No one enjoys being made a fool of before other people," he blurted out, for his irritation rose as she spoke, and got the better of his awe of her, and was inflamed by that awe. "That refers to me, I suppose," she said calmly.<|quote|>"Every day since we ve been here you ve done somethi... | too slowly to suit him. In desperation he said the first thing he thought of, very peevishly and without the dignified prelude which he had intended. "I ve not enjoyed my holiday." "No?" "No. I shall be glad to get back to work again." "Saturday, Sunday, Monday there are only three days more," she counted. "No one enjo... | skirted the verge of the trees. To break the silence was exactly what Rodney wished to do, and yet could not do to his own satisfaction. In company it was far easier to approach Katharine; alone with her, the aloofness and force of her character checked all his natural methods of attack. He believed that she had behave... | heath was as gray and almost as solitary as the empty sweep of the clouds above it. Here Rodney stopped the carriage and helped Katharine to alight. Henry, too, gave her his hand, and fancied that she pressed it very slightly in parting as if she sent him a message. But the carriage rolled on immediately, without waken... | bucket. "Why do you think I shall be happy? I don t expect to be anything of the kind. I expect to be rather less unhappy. I shall write a book and curse my charwoman if happiness consists in that. What do you think?" She could not answer because they were immediately surrounded by other members of the party by Mrs. Hi... | and helped Katharine to alight. Henry, too, gave her his hand, and fancied that she pressed it very slightly in parting as if she sent him a message. But the carriage rolled on immediately, without wakening Mrs. Hilbery, and left the couple standing by the obelisk. That Rodney was angry with her and had made this oppor... | Night And Day |
he went on. | No speaker | to make me appear ridiculous,"<|quote|>he went on.</|quote|>"Of course, so long as | here you ve done something to make me appear ridiculous,"<|quote|>he went on.</|quote|>"Of course, so long as it amuses you, you re | he blurted out, for his irritation rose as she spoke, and got the better of his awe of her, and was inflamed by that awe. "That refers to me, I suppose," she said calmly. "Every day since we ve been here you ve done something to make me appear ridiculous,"<|quote|>he went on.</|quote|>"Of course, so long as it amuses y... | peevishly and without the dignified prelude which he had intended. "I ve not enjoyed my holiday." "No?" "No. I shall be glad to get back to work again." "Saturday, Sunday, Monday there are only three days more," she counted. "No one enjoys being made a fool of before other people," he blurted out, for his irritation ro... | do, and yet could not do to his own satisfaction. In company it was far easier to approach Katharine; alone with her, the aloofness and force of her character checked all his natural methods of attack. He believed that she had behaved very badly to him, but each separate instance of unkindness seemed too petty to be ad... | it. Here Rodney stopped the carriage and helped Katharine to alight. Henry, too, gave her his hand, and fancied that she pressed it very slightly in parting as if she sent him a message. But the carriage rolled on immediately, without wakening Mrs. Hilbery, and left the couple standing by the obelisk. That Rodney was a... | of the kind. I expect to be rather less unhappy. I shall write a book and curse my charwoman if happiness consists in that. What do you think?" She could not answer because they were immediately surrounded by other members of the party by Mrs. Hilbery, and Mary, Henry Otway, and William. Rodney went up to Katharine imm... | or feigned sleep, as her habit was in the intervals between the seasons of active exertion, or continued the story which she had begun to tell herself that morning. About two miles from Lampsher the road ran over the rounded summit of the heath, a lonely spot marked by an obelisk of granite, setting forth the gratitude... | Night And Day |
"Of course, so long as it amuses you, you re welcome; but we have to remember that we are going to spend our lives together. I asked you, only this morning, for example, to come out and take a turn with me in the garden. I was waiting for you ten minutes, and you never came. Every one saw me waiting. The stable-boys sa... | William Rodney | appear ridiculous," he went on.<|quote|>"Of course, so long as it amuses you, you re welcome; but we have to remember that we are going to spend our lives together. I asked you, only this morning, for example, to come out and take a turn with me in the garden. I was waiting for you ten minutes, and you never came. Ever... | done something to make me appear ridiculous," he went on.<|quote|>"Of course, so long as it amuses you, you re welcome; but we have to remember that we are going to spend our lives together. I asked you, only this morning, for example, to come out and take a turn with me in the garden. I was waiting for you ten minutes... | for his irritation rose as she spoke, and got the better of his awe of her, and was inflamed by that awe. "That refers to me, I suppose," she said calmly. "Every day since we ve been here you ve done something to make me appear ridiculous," he went on.<|quote|>"Of course, so long as it amuses you, you re welcome; but w... | the dignified prelude which he had intended. "I ve not enjoyed my holiday." "No?" "No. I shall be glad to get back to work again." "Saturday, Sunday, Monday there are only three days more," she counted. "No one enjoys being made a fool of before other people," he blurted out, for his irritation rose as she spoke, and g... | could not do to his own satisfaction. In company it was far easier to approach Katharine; alone with her, the aloofness and force of her character checked all his natural methods of attack. He believed that she had behaved very badly to him, but each separate instance of unkindness seemed too petty to be advanced when ... | stopped the carriage and helped Katharine to alight. Henry, too, gave her his hand, and fancied that she pressed it very slightly in parting as if she sent him a message. But the carriage rolled on immediately, without wakening Mrs. Hilbery, and left the couple standing by the obelisk. That Rodney was angry with her an... | I expect to be rather less unhappy. I shall write a book and curse my charwoman if happiness consists in that. What do you think?" She could not answer because they were immediately surrounded by other members of the party by Mrs. Hilbery, and Mary, Henry Otway, and William. Rodney went up to Katharine immediately and ... | remained silent. The carriage grew smaller and smaller upon the dusky road, and still Rodney did not speak. Perhaps, she thought, he waited until the last sign of the carriage had disappeared beneath the curve of the road and they were left entirely alone. To cloak their silence she read the writing on the obelisk, to ... | Night And Day |
She noted these various complaints and determined philosophically to answer none of them, although the last stung her to considerable irritation. She wished to find out how deep his grievance lay. | No speaker | in talking to Henry, though."<|quote|>She noted these various complaints and determined philosophically to answer none of them, although the last stung her to considerable irritation. She wished to find out how deep his grievance lay.</|quote|>"None of these things seem | it.... You find no difficulty in talking to Henry, though."<|quote|>She noted these various complaints and determined philosophically to answer none of them, although the last stung her to considerable irritation. She wished to find out how deep his grievance lay.</|quote|>"None of these things seem to me to matter," s... | for you ten minutes, and you never came. Every one saw me waiting. The stable-boys saw me. I was so ashamed that I went in. Then, on the drive you hardly spoke to me. Henry noticed it. Every one notices it.... You find no difficulty in talking to Henry, though."<|quote|>She noted these various complaints and determined... | went on. "Of course, so long as it amuses you, you re welcome; but we have to remember that we are going to spend our lives together. I asked you, only this morning, for example, to come out and take a turn with me in the garden. I was waiting for you ten minutes, and you never came. Every one saw me waiting. The stabl... | and without the dignified prelude which he had intended. "I ve not enjoyed my holiday." "No?" "No. I shall be glad to get back to work again." "Saturday, Sunday, Monday there are only three days more," she counted. "No one enjoys being made a fool of before other people," he blurted out, for his irritation rose as she ... | road, and still Rodney did not speak. Perhaps, she thought, he waited until the last sign of the carriage had disappeared beneath the curve of the road and they were left entirely alone. To cloak their silence she read the writing on the obelisk, to do which she had to walk completely round it. She was murmuring a word... | go in opposite directions, or we might have given you a lift," he continued to Denham. His manner was unusually peremptory; he seemed anxious to hasten the departure, and Katharine looked at him from time to time, as Denham noticed, with an expression half of inquiry, half of annoyance. She at once helped her mother in... | pace, and walked too slowly to suit him. In desperation he said the first thing he thought of, very peevishly and without the dignified prelude which he had intended. "I ve not enjoyed my holiday." "No?" "No. I shall be glad to get back to work again." "Saturday, Sunday, Monday there are only three days more," she coun... | Night And Day |
"None of these things seem to me to matter," | Katharine Hilbery | how deep his grievance lay.<|quote|>"None of these things seem to me to matter,"</|quote|>she said. "Very well, then. | She wished to find out how deep his grievance lay.<|quote|>"None of these things seem to me to matter,"</|quote|>she said. "Very well, then. I may as well hold | spoke to me. Henry noticed it. Every one notices it.... You find no difficulty in talking to Henry, though." She noted these various complaints and determined philosophically to answer none of them, although the last stung her to considerable irritation. She wished to find out how deep his grievance lay.<|quote|>"None ... | this morning, for example, to come out and take a turn with me in the garden. I was waiting for you ten minutes, and you never came. Every one saw me waiting. The stable-boys saw me. I was so ashamed that I went in. Then, on the drive you hardly spoke to me. Henry noticed it. Every one notices it.... You find no diffic... | are only three days more," she counted. "No one enjoys being made a fool of before other people," he blurted out, for his irritation rose as she spoke, and got the better of his awe of her, and was inflamed by that awe. "That refers to me, I suppose," she said calmly. "Every day since we ve been here you ve done someth... | entirely alone. To cloak their silence she read the writing on the obelisk, to do which she had to walk completely round it. She was murmuring a word to two of the pious lady s thanks above her breath when Rodney joined her. In silence they set out along the cart-track which skirted the verge of the trees. To break the... | at him from time to time, as Denham noticed, with an expression half of inquiry, half of annoyance. She at once helped her mother into her cloak, and said to Mary: "I want to see you. Are you going back to London at once? I will write." She half smiled at Ralph, but her look was a little overcast by something she was t... | upon the dusky road, and still Rodney did not speak. Perhaps, she thought, he waited until the last sign of the carriage had disappeared beneath the curve of the road and they were left entirely alone. To cloak their silence she read the writing on the obelisk, to do which she had to walk completely round it. She was m... | Night And Day |
she said. | No speaker | seem to me to matter,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"Very well, then. I may | lay. "None of these things seem to me to matter,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"Very well, then. I may as well hold my tongue," | it.... You find no difficulty in talking to Henry, though." She noted these various complaints and determined philosophically to answer none of them, although the last stung her to considerable irritation. She wished to find out how deep his grievance lay. "None of these things seem to me to matter,"<|quote|>she said.<... | a turn with me in the garden. I was waiting for you ten minutes, and you never came. Every one saw me waiting. The stable-boys saw me. I was so ashamed that I went in. Then, on the drive you hardly spoke to me. Henry noticed it. Every one notices it.... You find no difficulty in talking to Henry, though." She noted the... | enjoys being made a fool of before other people," he blurted out, for his irritation rose as she spoke, and got the better of his awe of her, and was inflamed by that awe. "That refers to me, I suppose," she said calmly. "Every day since we ve been here you ve done something to make me appear ridiculous," he went on. "... | writing on the obelisk, to do which she had to walk completely round it. She was murmuring a word to two of the pious lady s thanks above her breath when Rodney joined her. In silence they set out along the cart-track which skirted the verge of the trees. To break the silence was exactly what Rodney wished to do, and y... | with an expression half of inquiry, half of annoyance. She at once helped her mother into her cloak, and said to Mary: "I want to see you. Are you going back to London at once? I will write." She half smiled at Ralph, but her look was a little overcast by something she was thinking, and in a very few minutes the Otway ... | Rodney did not speak. Perhaps, she thought, he waited until the last sign of the carriage had disappeared beneath the curve of the road and they were left entirely alone. To cloak their silence she read the writing on the obelisk, to do which she had to walk completely round it. She was murmuring a word to two of the p... | Night And Day |
"Very well, then. I may as well hold my tongue," | William Rodney | me to matter," she said.<|quote|>"Very well, then. I may as well hold my tongue,"</|quote|>he replied. "In themselves they | of these things seem to me to matter," she said.<|quote|>"Very well, then. I may as well hold my tongue,"</|quote|>he replied. "In themselves they don t seem to me | find no difficulty in talking to Henry, though." She noted these various complaints and determined philosophically to answer none of them, although the last stung her to considerable irritation. She wished to find out how deep his grievance lay. "None of these things seem to me to matter," she said.<|quote|>"Very well,... | with me in the garden. I was waiting for you ten minutes, and you never came. Every one saw me waiting. The stable-boys saw me. I was so ashamed that I went in. Then, on the drive you hardly spoke to me. Henry noticed it. Every one notices it.... You find no difficulty in talking to Henry, though." She noted these vari... | made a fool of before other people," he blurted out, for his irritation rose as she spoke, and got the better of his awe of her, and was inflamed by that awe. "That refers to me, I suppose," she said calmly. "Every day since we ve been here you ve done something to make me appear ridiculous," he went on. "Of course, so... | the obelisk, to do which she had to walk completely round it. She was murmuring a word to two of the pious lady s thanks above her breath when Rodney joined her. In silence they set out along the cart-track which skirted the verge of the trees. To break the silence was exactly what Rodney wished to do, and yet could no... | expression half of inquiry, half of annoyance. She at once helped her mother into her cloak, and said to Mary: "I want to see you. Are you going back to London at once? I will write." She half smiled at Ralph, but her look was a little overcast by something she was thinking, and in a very few minutes the Otway carriage... | far easier to approach Katharine; alone with her, the aloofness and force of her character checked all his natural methods of attack. He believed that she had behaved very badly to him, but each separate instance of unkindness seemed too petty to be advanced when they were alone together. "There s no need for us to rac... | Night And Day |
he replied. | No speaker | as well hold my tongue,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>"In themselves they don t | "Very well, then. I may as well hold my tongue,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>"In themselves they don t seem to me to matter; | these various complaints and determined philosophically to answer none of them, although the last stung her to considerable irritation. She wished to find out how deep his grievance lay. "None of these things seem to me to matter," she said. "Very well, then. I may as well hold my tongue,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>... | ten minutes, and you never came. Every one saw me waiting. The stable-boys saw me. I was so ashamed that I went in. Then, on the drive you hardly spoke to me. Henry noticed it. Every one notices it.... You find no difficulty in talking to Henry, though." She noted these various complaints and determined philosophically... | for his irritation rose as she spoke, and got the better of his awe of her, and was inflamed by that awe. "That refers to me, I suppose," she said calmly. "Every day since we ve been here you ve done something to make me appear ridiculous," he went on. "Of course, so long as it amuses you, you re welcome; but we have t... | round it. She was murmuring a word to two of the pious lady s thanks above her breath when Rodney joined her. In silence they set out along the cart-track which skirted the verge of the trees. To break the silence was exactly what Rodney wished to do, and yet could not do to his own satisfaction. In company it was far ... | helped her mother into her cloak, and said to Mary: "I want to see you. Are you going back to London at once? I will write." She half smiled at Ralph, but her look was a little overcast by something she was thinking, and in a very few minutes the Otway carriage rolled out of the stable yard and turned down the high roa... | of before other people," he blurted out, for his irritation rose as she spoke, and got the better of his awe of her, and was inflamed by that awe. "That refers to me, I suppose," she said calmly. "Every day since we ve been here you ve done something to make me appear ridiculous," he went on. "Of course, so long as it ... | Night And Day |
"In themselves they don t seem to me to matter; if they hurt you, of course they matter," | Katharine Hilbery | hold my tongue," he replied.<|quote|>"In themselves they don t seem to me to matter; if they hurt you, of course they matter,"</|quote|>she corrected herself scrupulously. Her | then. I may as well hold my tongue," he replied.<|quote|>"In themselves they don t seem to me to matter; if they hurt you, of course they matter,"</|quote|>she corrected herself scrupulously. Her tone of consideration touched him, | complaints and determined philosophically to answer none of them, although the last stung her to considerable irritation. She wished to find out how deep his grievance lay. "None of these things seem to me to matter," she said. "Very well, then. I may as well hold my tongue," he replied.<|quote|>"In themselves they don... | and you never came. Every one saw me waiting. The stable-boys saw me. I was so ashamed that I went in. Then, on the drive you hardly spoke to me. Henry noticed it. Every one notices it.... You find no difficulty in talking to Henry, though." She noted these various complaints and determined philosophically to answer no... | irritation rose as she spoke, and got the better of his awe of her, and was inflamed by that awe. "That refers to me, I suppose," she said calmly. "Every day since we ve been here you ve done something to make me appear ridiculous," he went on. "Of course, so long as it amuses you, you re welcome; but we have to rememb... | She was murmuring a word to two of the pious lady s thanks above her breath when Rodney joined her. In silence they set out along the cart-track which skirted the verge of the trees. To break the silence was exactly what Rodney wished to do, and yet could not do to his own satisfaction. In company it was far easier to ... | mother into her cloak, and said to Mary: "I want to see you. Are you going back to London at once? I will write." She half smiled at Ralph, but her look was a little overcast by something she was thinking, and in a very few minutes the Otway carriage rolled out of the stable yard and turned down the high road leading t... | carriage and helped Katharine to alight. Henry, too, gave her his hand, and fancied that she pressed it very slightly in parting as if she sent him a message. But the carriage rolled on immediately, without wakening Mrs. Hilbery, and left the couple standing by the obelisk. That Rodney was angry with her and had made t... | Night And Day |
she corrected herself scrupulously. Her tone of consideration touched him, and he walked on in silence for a space. | No speaker | you, of course they matter,"<|quote|>she corrected herself scrupulously. Her tone of consideration touched him, and he walked on in silence for a space.</|quote|>"And we might be so | to matter; if they hurt you, of course they matter,"<|quote|>she corrected herself scrupulously. Her tone of consideration touched him, and he walked on in silence for a space.</|quote|>"And we might be so happy, Katharine!" he exclaimed impulsively, | wished to find out how deep his grievance lay. "None of these things seem to me to matter," she said. "Very well, then. I may as well hold my tongue," he replied. "In themselves they don t seem to me to matter; if they hurt you, of course they matter,"<|quote|>she corrected herself scrupulously. Her tone of considerati... | I went in. Then, on the drive you hardly spoke to me. Henry noticed it. Every one notices it.... You find no difficulty in talking to Henry, though." She noted these various complaints and determined philosophically to answer none of them, although the last stung her to considerable irritation. She wished to find out h... | that awe. "That refers to me, I suppose," she said calmly. "Every day since we ve been here you ve done something to make me appear ridiculous," he went on. "Of course, so long as it amuses you, you re welcome; but we have to remember that we are going to spend our lives together. I asked you, only this morning, for ex... | joined her. In silence they set out along the cart-track which skirted the verge of the trees. To break the silence was exactly what Rodney wished to do, and yet could not do to his own satisfaction. In company it was far easier to approach Katharine; alone with her, the aloofness and force of her character checked all... | London at once? I will write." She half smiled at Ralph, but her look was a little overcast by something she was thinking, and in a very few minutes the Otway carriage rolled out of the stable yard and turned down the high road leading to the village of Lampsher. The return drive was almost as silent as the drive from ... | race," he complained at last; upon which she immediately slackened her pace, and walked too slowly to suit him. In desperation he said the first thing he thought of, very peevishly and without the dignified prelude which he had intended. "I ve not enjoyed my holiday." "No?" "No. I shall be glad to get back to work agai... | Night And Day |
"And we might be so happy, Katharine!" | William Rodney | in silence for a space.<|quote|>"And we might be so happy, Katharine!"</|quote|>he exclaimed impulsively, and drew | him, and he walked on in silence for a space.<|quote|>"And we might be so happy, Katharine!"</|quote|>he exclaimed impulsively, and drew her arm through his. She | said. "Very well, then. I may as well hold my tongue," he replied. "In themselves they don t seem to me to matter; if they hurt you, of course they matter," she corrected herself scrupulously. Her tone of consideration touched him, and he walked on in silence for a space.<|quote|>"And we might be so happy, Katharine!"<... | You find no difficulty in talking to Henry, though." She noted these various complaints and determined philosophically to answer none of them, although the last stung her to considerable irritation. She wished to find out how deep his grievance lay. "None of these things seem to me to matter," she said. "Very well, the... | ve done something to make me appear ridiculous," he went on. "Of course, so long as it amuses you, you re welcome; but we have to remember that we are going to spend our lives together. I asked you, only this morning, for example, to come out and take a turn with me in the garden. I was waiting for you ten minutes, and... | the silence was exactly what Rodney wished to do, and yet could not do to his own satisfaction. In company it was far easier to approach Katharine; alone with her, the aloofness and force of her character checked all his natural methods of attack. He believed that she had behaved very badly to him, but each separate in... | something she was thinking, and in a very few minutes the Otway carriage rolled out of the stable yard and turned down the high road leading to the village of Lampsher. The return drive was almost as silent as the drive from home had been in the morning; indeed, Mrs. Hilbery leant back with closed eyes in her corner, a... | two of the pious lady s thanks above her breath when Rodney joined her. In silence they set out along the cart-track which skirted the verge of the trees. To break the silence was exactly what Rodney wished to do, and yet could not do to his own satisfaction. In company it was far easier to approach Katharine; alone wi... | Night And Day |
he exclaimed impulsively, and drew her arm through his. She withdrew it directly. | No speaker | might be so happy, Katharine!"<|quote|>he exclaimed impulsively, and drew her arm through his. She withdrew it directly.</|quote|>"As long as you let | for a space. "And we might be so happy, Katharine!"<|quote|>he exclaimed impulsively, and drew her arm through his. She withdrew it directly.</|quote|>"As long as you let yourself feel like this we | well hold my tongue," he replied. "In themselves they don t seem to me to matter; if they hurt you, of course they matter," she corrected herself scrupulously. Her tone of consideration touched him, and he walked on in silence for a space. "And we might be so happy, Katharine!"<|quote|>he exclaimed impulsively, and dre... | Henry, though." She noted these various complaints and determined philosophically to answer none of them, although the last stung her to considerable irritation. She wished to find out how deep his grievance lay. "None of these things seem to me to matter," she said. "Very well, then. I may as well hold my tongue," he ... | ridiculous," he went on. "Of course, so long as it amuses you, you re welcome; but we have to remember that we are going to spend our lives together. I asked you, only this morning, for example, to come out and take a turn with me in the garden. I was waiting for you ten minutes, and you never came. Every one saw me wa... | to do, and yet could not do to his own satisfaction. In company it was far easier to approach Katharine; alone with her, the aloofness and force of her character checked all his natural methods of attack. He believed that she had behaved very badly to him, but each separate instance of unkindness seemed too petty to be... | very few minutes the Otway carriage rolled out of the stable yard and turned down the high road leading to the village of Lampsher. The return drive was almost as silent as the drive from home had been in the morning; indeed, Mrs. Hilbery leant back with closed eyes in her corner, and either slept or feigned sleep, as ... | the carriage had disappeared beneath the curve of the road and they were left entirely alone. To cloak their silence she read the writing on the obelisk, to do which she had to walk completely round it. She was murmuring a word to two of the pious lady s thanks above her breath when Rodney joined her. In silence they s... | Night And Day |
"As long as you let yourself feel like this we shall never be happy," | Katharine Hilbery | his. She withdrew it directly.<|quote|>"As long as you let yourself feel like this we shall never be happy,"</|quote|>she said. The harshness, which | and drew her arm through his. She withdrew it directly.<|quote|>"As long as you let yourself feel like this we shall never be happy,"</|quote|>she said. The harshness, which Henry had noticed, was again | me to matter; if they hurt you, of course they matter," she corrected herself scrupulously. Her tone of consideration touched him, and he walked on in silence for a space. "And we might be so happy, Katharine!" he exclaimed impulsively, and drew her arm through his. She withdrew it directly.<|quote|>"As long as you let... | of them, although the last stung her to considerable irritation. She wished to find out how deep his grievance lay. "None of these things seem to me to matter," she said. "Very well, then. I may as well hold my tongue," he replied. "In themselves they don t seem to me to matter; if they hurt you, of course they matter,... | re welcome; but we have to remember that we are going to spend our lives together. I asked you, only this morning, for example, to come out and take a turn with me in the garden. I was waiting for you ten minutes, and you never came. Every one saw me waiting. The stable-boys saw me. I was so ashamed that I went in. The... | it was far easier to approach Katharine; alone with her, the aloofness and force of her character checked all his natural methods of attack. He believed that she had behaved very badly to him, but each separate instance of unkindness seemed too petty to be advanced when they were alone together. "There s no need for us... | turned down the high road leading to the village of Lampsher. The return drive was almost as silent as the drive from home had been in the morning; indeed, Mrs. Hilbery leant back with closed eyes in her corner, and either slept or feigned sleep, as her habit was in the intervals between the seasons of active exertion,... | the dignified prelude which he had intended. "I ve not enjoyed my holiday." "No?" "No. I shall be glad to get back to work again." "Saturday, Sunday, Monday there are only three days more," she counted. "No one enjoys being made a fool of before other people," he blurted out, for his irritation rose as she spoke, and g... | Night And Day |
she said. The harshness, which Henry had noticed, was again unmistakable in her manner. William flinched and was silent. Such severity, accompanied by something indescribably cold and impersonal in her manner, had constantly been meted out to him during the last few days, always in the company of others. He had recoupe... | No speaker | we shall never be happy,"<|quote|>she said. The harshness, which Henry had noticed, was again unmistakable in her manner. William flinched and was silent. Such severity, accompanied by something indescribably cold and impersonal in her manner, had constantly been meted out to him during the last few days, always in the... | let yourself feel like this we shall never be happy,"<|quote|>she said. The harshness, which Henry had noticed, was again unmistakable in her manner. William flinched and was silent. Such severity, accompanied by something indescribably cold and impersonal in her manner, had constantly been meted out to him during the ... | scrupulously. Her tone of consideration touched him, and he walked on in silence for a space. "And we might be so happy, Katharine!" he exclaimed impulsively, and drew her arm through his. She withdrew it directly. "As long as you let yourself feel like this we shall never be happy,"<|quote|>she said. The harshness, wh... | out how deep his grievance lay. "None of these things seem to me to matter," she said. "Very well, then. I may as well hold my tongue," he replied. "In themselves they don t seem to me to matter; if they hurt you, of course they matter," she corrected herself scrupulously. Her tone of consideration touched him, and he ... | lives together. I asked you, only this morning, for example, to come out and take a turn with me in the garden. I was waiting for you ten minutes, and you never came. Every one saw me waiting. The stable-boys saw me. I was so ashamed that I went in. Then, on the drive you hardly spoke to me. Henry noticed it. Every one... | of her character checked all his natural methods of attack. He believed that she had behaved very badly to him, but each separate instance of unkindness seemed too petty to be advanced when they were alone together. "There s no need for us to race," he complained at last; upon which she immediately slackened her pace, ... | was almost as silent as the drive from home had been in the morning; indeed, Mrs. Hilbery leant back with closed eyes in her corner, and either slept or feigned sleep, as her habit was in the intervals between the seasons of active exertion, or continued the story which she had begun to tell herself that morning. About... | he waited until the last sign of the carriage had disappeared beneath the curve of the road and they were left entirely alone. To cloak their silence she read the writing on the obelisk, to do which she had to walk completely round it. She was murmuring a word to two of the pious lady s thanks above her breath when Rod... | Night And Day |
"What do I feel about Katharine?" | William Rodney | loving him could speak thus.<|quote|>"What do I feel about Katharine?"</|quote|>he thought to himself. It | certainty that no woman really loving him could speak thus.<|quote|>"What do I feel about Katharine?"</|quote|>he thought to himself. It was clear that she had | stimulus from outside to draw his attention from his injury. By a considerable effort of self-control he forced himself to remain silent, and to make himself distinguish what part of his pain was due to vanity, what part to the certainty that no woman really loving him could speak thus.<|quote|>"What do I feel about Ka... | manner, had constantly been meted out to him during the last few days, always in the company of others. He had recouped himself by some ridiculous display of vanity which, as he knew, put him still more at her mercy. Now that he was alone with her there was no stimulus from outside to draw his attention from his injury... | themselves they don t seem to me to matter; if they hurt you, of course they matter," she corrected herself scrupulously. Her tone of consideration touched him, and he walked on in silence for a space. "And we might be so happy, Katharine!" he exclaimed impulsively, and drew her arm through his. She withdrew it directl... | rose as she spoke, and got the better of his awe of her, and was inflamed by that awe. "That refers to me, I suppose," she said calmly. "Every day since we ve been here you ve done something to make me appear ridiculous," he went on. "Of course, so long as it amuses you, you re welcome; but we have to remember that we ... | which grew thick round the granite pedestal, made the light breeze taste sweetly; in winter the sighing of the trees was deepened to a hollow sound, and the heath was as gray and almost as solitary as the empty sweep of the clouds above it. Here Rodney stopped the carriage and helped Katharine to alight. Henry, too, ga... | that I went in. Then, on the drive you hardly spoke to me. Henry noticed it. Every one notices it.... You find no difficulty in talking to Henry, though." She noted these various complaints and determined philosophically to answer none of them, although the last stung her to considerable irritation. She wished to find ... | Night And Day |
he thought to himself. It was clear that she had been a very desirable and distinguished figure, the mistress of her little section of the world; but more than that, she was the person of all others who seemed to him the arbitress of life, the woman whose judgment was naturally right and steady, as his had never been i... | No speaker | do I feel about Katharine?"<|quote|>he thought to himself. It was clear that she had been a very desirable and distinguished figure, the mistress of her little section of the world; but more than that, she was the person of all others who seemed to him the arbitress of life, the woman whose judgment was naturally right... | him could speak thus. "What do I feel about Katharine?"<|quote|>he thought to himself. It was clear that she had been a very desirable and distinguished figure, the mistress of her little section of the world; but more than that, she was the person of all others who seemed to him the arbitress of life, the woman whose ... | attention from his injury. By a considerable effort of self-control he forced himself to remain silent, and to make himself distinguish what part of his pain was due to vanity, what part to the certainty that no woman really loving him could speak thus. "What do I feel about Katharine?"<|quote|>he thought to himself. I... | to him during the last few days, always in the company of others. He had recouped himself by some ridiculous display of vanity which, as he knew, put him still more at her mercy. Now that he was alone with her there was no stimulus from outside to draw his attention from his injury. By a considerable effort of self-con... | me to matter; if they hurt you, of course they matter," she corrected herself scrupulously. Her tone of consideration touched him, and he walked on in silence for a space. "And we might be so happy, Katharine!" he exclaimed impulsively, and drew her arm through his. She withdrew it directly. "As long as you let yoursel... | the better of his awe of her, and was inflamed by that awe. "That refers to me, I suppose," she said calmly. "Every day since we ve been here you ve done something to make me appear ridiculous," he went on. "Of course, so long as it amuses you, you re welcome; but we have to remember that we are going to spend our live... | pedestal, made the light breeze taste sweetly; in winter the sighing of the trees was deepened to a hollow sound, and the heath was as gray and almost as solitary as the empty sweep of the clouds above it. Here Rodney stopped the carriage and helped Katharine to alight. Henry, too, gave her his hand, and fancied that s... | his irritation rose as she spoke, and got the better of his awe of her, and was inflamed by that awe. "That refers to me, I suppose," she said calmly. "Every day since we ve been here you ve done something to make me appear ridiculous," he went on. "Of course, so long as it amuses you, you re welcome; but we have to re... | Night And Day |
"If she were callous all the time and had only led me on to laugh at me I couldn t have felt that about her," | William Rodney | and passionate in their heart.<|quote|>"If she were callous all the time and had only led me on to laugh at me I couldn t have felt that about her,"</|quote|>he thought. "I m not | on the surface but still and passionate in their heart.<|quote|>"If she were callous all the time and had only led me on to laugh at me I couldn t have felt that about her,"</|quote|>he thought. "I m not a fool, after all. I | culture. And then he could not see her come into a room without a sense of the flowing of robes, of the flowering of blossoms, of the purple waves of the sea, of all things that are lovely and mutable on the surface but still and passionate in their heart.<|quote|>"If she were callous all the time and had only led me o... | and distinguished figure, the mistress of her little section of the world; but more than that, she was the person of all others who seemed to him the arbitress of life, the woman whose judgment was naturally right and steady, as his had never been in spite of all his culture. And then he could not see her come into a r... | had recouped himself by some ridiculous display of vanity which, as he knew, put him still more at her mercy. Now that he was alone with her there was no stimulus from outside to draw his attention from his injury. By a considerable effort of self-control he forced himself to remain silent, and to make himself distingu... | Then, on the drive you hardly spoke to me. Henry noticed it. Every one notices it.... You find no difficulty in talking to Henry, though." She noted these various complaints and determined philosophically to answer none of them, although the last stung her to considerable irritation. She wished to find out how deep his... | sorry that the time had come, nor, indeed, knew what to expect, and thus remained silent. The carriage grew smaller and smaller upon the dusky road, and still Rodney did not speak. Perhaps, she thought, he waited until the last sign of the carriage had disappeared beneath the curve of the road and they were left entire... | for a space. "And we might be so happy, Katharine!" he exclaimed impulsively, and drew her arm through his. She withdrew it directly. "As long as you let yourself feel like this we shall never be happy," she said. The harshness, which Henry had noticed, was again unmistakable in her manner. William flinched and was sil... | Night And Day |
he thought. | No speaker | have felt that about her,"<|quote|>he thought.</|quote|>"I m not a fool, | at me I couldn t have felt that about her,"<|quote|>he thought.</|quote|>"I m not a fool, after all. I can t | of the purple waves of the sea, of all things that are lovely and mutable on the surface but still and passionate in their heart. "If she were callous all the time and had only led me on to laugh at me I couldn t have felt that about her,"<|quote|>he thought.</|quote|>"I m not a fool, after all. I can t have been utter... | to him the arbitress of life, the woman whose judgment was naturally right and steady, as his had never been in spite of all his culture. And then he could not see her come into a room without a sense of the flowing of robes, of the flowering of blossoms, of the purple waves of the sea, of all things that are lovely an... | with her there was no stimulus from outside to draw his attention from his injury. By a considerable effort of self-control he forced himself to remain silent, and to make himself distinguish what part of his pain was due to vanity, what part to the certainty that no woman really loving him could speak thus. "What do I... | She noted these various complaints and determined philosophically to answer none of them, although the last stung her to considerable irritation. She wished to find out how deep his grievance lay. "None of these things seem to me to matter," she said. "Very well, then. I may as well hold my tongue," he replied. "In the... | road, and still Rodney did not speak. Perhaps, she thought, he waited until the last sign of the carriage had disappeared beneath the curve of the road and they were left entirely alone. To cloak their silence she read the writing on the obelisk, to do which she had to walk completely round it. She was murmuring a word... | had constantly been meted out to him during the last few days, always in the company of others. He had recouped himself by some ridiculous display of vanity which, as he knew, put him still more at her mercy. Now that he was alone with her there was no stimulus from outside to draw his attention from his injury. By a c... | Night And Day |
"I m not a fool, after all. I can t have been utterly mistaken all these years. And yet, when she speaks to me like that! The truth of it is," | William Rodney | that about her," he thought.<|quote|>"I m not a fool, after all. I can t have been utterly mistaken all these years. And yet, when she speaks to me like that! The truth of it is,"</|quote|>he thought, "that I ve | I couldn t have felt that about her," he thought.<|quote|>"I m not a fool, after all. I can t have been utterly mistaken all these years. And yet, when she speaks to me like that! The truth of it is,"</|quote|>he thought, "that I ve got such despicable faults that | purple waves of the sea, of all things that are lovely and mutable on the surface but still and passionate in their heart. "If she were callous all the time and had only led me on to laugh at me I couldn t have felt that about her," he thought.<|quote|>"I m not a fool, after all. I can t have been utterly mistaken all ... | the arbitress of life, the woman whose judgment was naturally right and steady, as his had never been in spite of all his culture. And then he could not see her come into a room without a sense of the flowing of robes, of the flowering of blossoms, of the purple waves of the sea, of all things that are lovely and mutab... | there was no stimulus from outside to draw his attention from his injury. By a considerable effort of self-control he forced himself to remain silent, and to make himself distinguish what part of his pain was due to vanity, what part to the certainty that no woman really loving him could speak thus. "What do I feel abo... | these various complaints and determined philosophically to answer none of them, although the last stung her to considerable irritation. She wished to find out how deep his grievance lay. "None of these things seem to me to matter," she said. "Very well, then. I may as well hold my tongue," he replied. "In themselves th... | still Rodney did not speak. Perhaps, she thought, he waited until the last sign of the carriage had disappeared beneath the curve of the road and they were left entirely alone. To cloak their silence she read the writing on the obelisk, to do which she had to walk completely round it. She was murmuring a word to two of... | better of his awe of her, and was inflamed by that awe. "That refers to me, I suppose," she said calmly. "Every day since we ve been here you ve done something to make me appear ridiculous," he went on. "Of course, so long as it amuses you, you re welcome; but we have to remember that we are going to spend our lives to... | Night And Day |
he thought, | No speaker | The truth of it is,"<|quote|>he thought,</|quote|>"that I ve got such | speaks to me like that! The truth of it is,"<|quote|>he thought,</|quote|>"that I ve got such despicable faults that no one | had only led me on to laugh at me I couldn t have felt that about her," he thought. "I m not a fool, after all. I can t have been utterly mistaken all these years. And yet, when she speaks to me like that! The truth of it is,"<|quote|>he thought,</|quote|>"that I ve got such despicable faults that no one could help spe... | come into a room without a sense of the flowing of robes, of the flowering of blossoms, of the purple waves of the sea, of all things that are lovely and mutable on the surface but still and passionate in their heart. "If she were callous all the time and had only led me on to laugh at me I couldn t have felt that abou... | part of his pain was due to vanity, what part to the certainty that no woman really loving him could speak thus. "What do I feel about Katharine?" he thought to himself. It was clear that she had been a very desirable and distinguished figure, the mistress of her little section of the world; but more than that, she was... | these things seem to me to matter," she said. "Very well, then. I may as well hold my tongue," he replied. "In themselves they don t seem to me to matter; if they hurt you, of course they matter," she corrected herself scrupulously. Her tone of consideration touched him, and he walked on in silence for a space. "And we... | To cloak their silence she read the writing on the obelisk, to do which she had to walk completely round it. She was murmuring a word to two of the pious lady s thanks above her breath when Rodney joined her. In silence they set out along the cart-track which skirted the verge of the trees. To break the silence was exa... | people," he blurted out, for his irritation rose as she spoke, and got the better of his awe of her, and was inflamed by that awe. "That refers to me, I suppose," she said calmly. "Every day since we ve been here you ve done something to make me appear ridiculous," he went on. "Of course, so long as it amuses you, you ... | Night And Day |
"that I ve got such despicable faults that no one could help speaking to me like that. Katharine is quite right. And yet those are not my serious feelings, as she knows quite well. How can I change myself? What would make her care for me?" | William Rodney | of it is," he thought,<|quote|>"that I ve got such despicable faults that no one could help speaking to me like that. Katharine is quite right. And yet those are not my serious feelings, as she knows quite well. How can I change myself? What would make her care for me?"</|quote|>He was terribly tempted here | me like that! The truth of it is," he thought,<|quote|>"that I ve got such despicable faults that no one could help speaking to me like that. Katharine is quite right. And yet those are not my serious feelings, as she knows quite well. How can I change myself? What would make her care for me?"</|quote|>He was terribly ... | led me on to laugh at me I couldn t have felt that about her," he thought. "I m not a fool, after all. I can t have been utterly mistaken all these years. And yet, when she speaks to me like that! The truth of it is," he thought,<|quote|>"that I ve got such despicable faults that no one could help speaking to me like t... | a room without a sense of the flowing of robes, of the flowering of blossoms, of the purple waves of the sea, of all things that are lovely and mutable on the surface but still and passionate in their heart. "If she were callous all the time and had only led me on to laugh at me I couldn t have felt that about her," he... | his pain was due to vanity, what part to the certainty that no woman really loving him could speak thus. "What do I feel about Katharine?" he thought to himself. It was clear that she had been a very desirable and distinguished figure, the mistress of her little section of the world; but more than that, she was the per... | seem to me to matter," she said. "Very well, then. I may as well hold my tongue," he replied. "In themselves they don t seem to me to matter; if they hurt you, of course they matter," she corrected herself scrupulously. Her tone of consideration touched him, and he walked on in silence for a space. "And we might be so ... | their silence she read the writing on the obelisk, to do which she had to walk completely round it. She was murmuring a word to two of the pious lady s thanks above her breath when Rodney joined her. In silence they set out along the cart-track which skirted the verge of the trees. To break the silence was exactly what... | drive you hardly spoke to me. Henry noticed it. Every one notices it.... You find no difficulty in talking to Henry, though." She noted these various complaints and determined philosophically to answer none of them, although the last stung her to considerable irritation. She wished to find out how deep his grievance la... | Night And Day |
He was terribly tempted here to break the silence by asking Katharine in what respects he could change himself to suit her; but he sought consolation instead by running over the list of his gifts and acquirements, his knowledge of Greek and Latin, his knowledge of art and literature, his skill in the management of mete... | No speaker | make her care for me?"<|quote|>He was terribly tempted here to break the silence by asking Katharine in what respects he could change himself to suit her; but he sought consolation instead by running over the list of his gifts and acquirements, his knowledge of Greek and Latin, his knowledge of art and literature, his ... | I change myself? What would make her care for me?"<|quote|>He was terribly tempted here to break the silence by asking Katharine in what respects he could change himself to suit her; but he sought consolation instead by running over the list of his gifts and acquirements, his knowledge of Greek and Latin, his knowledge... | it is," he thought, "that I ve got such despicable faults that no one could help speaking to me like that. Katharine is quite right. And yet those are not my serious feelings, as she knows quite well. How can I change myself? What would make her care for me?"<|quote|>He was terribly tempted here to break the silence by... | time and had only led me on to laugh at me I couldn t have felt that about her," he thought. "I m not a fool, after all. I can t have been utterly mistaken all these years. And yet, when she speaks to me like that! The truth of it is," he thought, "that I ve got such despicable faults that no one could help speaking to... | her little section of the world; but more than that, she was the person of all others who seemed to him the arbitress of life, the woman whose judgment was naturally right and steady, as his had never been in spite of all his culture. And then he could not see her come into a room without a sense of the flowing of robe... | him, and he walked on in silence for a space. "And we might be so happy, Katharine!" he exclaimed impulsively, and drew her arm through his. She withdrew it directly. "As long as you let yourself feel like this we shall never be happy," she said. The harshness, which Henry had noticed, was again unmistakable in her man... | cart-track which skirted the verge of the trees. To break the silence was exactly what Rodney wished to do, and yet could not do to his own satisfaction. In company it was far easier to approach Katharine; alone with her, the aloofness and force of her character checked all his natural methods of attack. He believed th... | his grievance lay. "None of these things seem to me to matter," she said. "Very well, then. I may as well hold my tongue," he replied. "In themselves they don t seem to me to matter; if they hurt you, of course they matter," she corrected herself scrupulously. Her tone of consideration touched him, and he walked on in ... | Night And Day |
"If you have no feeling for me, wouldn t it be kinder to say so to me in private?" | William Rodney | much conviction in his voice.<|quote|>"If you have no feeling for me, wouldn t it be kinder to say so to me in private?"</|quote|>"Oh, William," she burst out, | his grievances again, without, however, much conviction in his voice.<|quote|>"If you have no feeling for me, wouldn t it be kinder to say so to me in private?"</|quote|>"Oh, William," she burst out, as if he had interrupted | steadily at the brown heather, or from the lines drawn seriously upon her forehead. Thus to lose touch with her, for he had no idea what she was thinking, was so unpleasant to him that he began to talk about his grievances again, without, however, much conviction in his voice.<|quote|>"If you have no feeling for me, wo... | This, however, she did not do. He glanced at her, in case her expression might help him to understand her behavior. As usual, she had quickened her pace unconsciously, and was now walking a little in front of him; but he could gain little information from her eyes, which looked steadily at the brown heather, or from th... | his gifts and acquirements, his knowledge of Greek and Latin, his knowledge of art and literature, his skill in the management of meters, and his ancient west-country blood. But the feeling that underlay all these feelings and puzzled him profoundly and kept him silent was the certainty that he loved Katharine as since... | steady, as his had never been in spite of all his culture. And then he could not see her come into a room without a sense of the flowing of robes, of the flowering of blossoms, of the purple waves of the sea, of all things that are lovely and mutable on the surface but still and passionate in their heart. "If she were ... | we have to remember that we are going to spend our lives together. I asked you, only this morning, for example, to come out and take a turn with me in the garden. I was waiting for you ten minutes, and you never came. Every one saw me waiting. The stable-boys saw me. I was so ashamed that I went in. Then, on the drive ... | truth of it is," he thought, "that I ve got such despicable faults that no one could help speaking to me like that. Katharine is quite right. And yet those are not my serious feelings, as she knows quite well. How can I change myself? What would make her care for me?" He was terribly tempted here to break the silence b... | Night And Day |
"Oh, William," | Katharine Hilbery | so to me in private?"<|quote|>"Oh, William,"</|quote|>she burst out, as if | it be kinder to say so to me in private?"<|quote|>"Oh, William,"</|quote|>she burst out, as if he had interrupted some absorbing | her, for he had no idea what she was thinking, was so unpleasant to him that he began to talk about his grievances again, without, however, much conviction in his voice. "If you have no feeling for me, wouldn t it be kinder to say so to me in private?"<|quote|>"Oh, William,"</|quote|>she burst out, as if he had interru... | her behavior. As usual, she had quickened her pace unconsciously, and was now walking a little in front of him; but he could gain little information from her eyes, which looked steadily at the brown heather, or from the lines drawn seriously upon her forehead. Thus to lose touch with her, for he had no idea what she wa... | the management of meters, and his ancient west-country blood. But the feeling that underlay all these feelings and puzzled him profoundly and kept him silent was the certainty that he loved Katharine as sincerely as he had it in him to love any one. And yet she could speak to him like that! In a sort of bewilderment he... | come into a room without a sense of the flowing of robes, of the flowering of blossoms, of the purple waves of the sea, of all things that are lovely and mutable on the surface but still and passionate in their heart. "If she were callous all the time and had only led me on to laugh at me I couldn t have felt that abou... | for example, to come out and take a turn with me in the garden. I was waiting for you ten minutes, and you never came. Every one saw me waiting. The stable-boys saw me. I was so ashamed that I went in. Then, on the drive you hardly spoke to me. Henry noticed it. Every one notices it.... You find no difficulty in talkin... | section of the world; but more than that, she was the person of all others who seemed to him the arbitress of life, the woman whose judgment was naturally right and steady, as his had never been in spite of all his culture. And then he could not see her come into a room without a sense of the flowing of robes, of the f... | Night And Day |
she burst out, as if he had interrupted some absorbing train of thought, | No speaker | me in private?" "Oh, William,"<|quote|>she burst out, as if he had interrupted some absorbing train of thought,</|quote|>"how you go on about | kinder to say so to me in private?" "Oh, William,"<|quote|>she burst out, as if he had interrupted some absorbing train of thought,</|quote|>"how you go on about feelings! Isn t it better | he had no idea what she was thinking, was so unpleasant to him that he began to talk about his grievances again, without, however, much conviction in his voice. "If you have no feeling for me, wouldn t it be kinder to say so to me in private?" "Oh, William,"<|quote|>she burst out, as if he had interrupted some absorbin... | As usual, she had quickened her pace unconsciously, and was now walking a little in front of him; but he could gain little information from her eyes, which looked steadily at the brown heather, or from the lines drawn seriously upon her forehead. Thus to lose touch with her, for he had no idea what she was thinking, wa... | of meters, and his ancient west-country blood. But the feeling that underlay all these feelings and puzzled him profoundly and kept him silent was the certainty that he loved Katharine as sincerely as he had it in him to love any one. And yet she could speak to him like that! In a sort of bewilderment he lost all desir... | a room without a sense of the flowing of robes, of the flowering of blossoms, of the purple waves of the sea, of all things that are lovely and mutable on the surface but still and passionate in their heart. "If she were callous all the time and had only led me on to laugh at me I couldn t have felt that about her," he... | to come out and take a turn with me in the garden. I was waiting for you ten minutes, and you never came. Every one saw me waiting. The stable-boys saw me. I was so ashamed that I went in. Then, on the drive you hardly spoke to me. Henry noticed it. Every one notices it.... You find no difficulty in talking to Henry, t... | speaks to me like that! The truth of it is," he thought, "that I ve got such despicable faults that no one could help speaking to me like that. Katharine is quite right. And yet those are not my serious feelings, as she knows quite well. How can I change myself? What would make her care for me?" He was terribly tempted... | Night And Day |
"how you go on about feelings! Isn t it better not to talk so much, not to be worrying always about small things that don t really matter?" | Katharine Hilbery | some absorbing train of thought,<|quote|>"how you go on about feelings! Isn t it better not to talk so much, not to be worrying always about small things that don t really matter?"</|quote|>"That s the question precisely," | as if he had interrupted some absorbing train of thought,<|quote|>"how you go on about feelings! Isn t it better not to talk so much, not to be worrying always about small things that don t really matter?"</|quote|>"That s the question precisely," he exclaimed. "I only want | that he began to talk about his grievances again, without, however, much conviction in his voice. "If you have no feeling for me, wouldn t it be kinder to say so to me in private?" "Oh, William," she burst out, as if he had interrupted some absorbing train of thought,<|quote|>"how you go on about feelings! Isn t it bet... | little in front of him; but he could gain little information from her eyes, which looked steadily at the brown heather, or from the lines drawn seriously upon her forehead. Thus to lose touch with her, for he had no idea what she was thinking, was so unpleasant to him that he began to talk about his grievances again, w... | these feelings and puzzled him profoundly and kept him silent was the certainty that he loved Katharine as sincerely as he had it in him to love any one. And yet she could speak to him like that! In a sort of bewilderment he lost all desire to speak, and would quite readily have taken up some different topic of convers... | of blossoms, of the purple waves of the sea, of all things that are lovely and mutable on the surface but still and passionate in their heart. "If she were callous all the time and had only led me on to laugh at me I couldn t have felt that about her," he thought. "I m not a fool, after all. I can t have been utterly m... | was waiting for you ten minutes, and you never came. Every one saw me waiting. The stable-boys saw me. I was so ashamed that I went in. Then, on the drive you hardly spoke to me. Henry noticed it. Every one notices it.... You find no difficulty in talking to Henry, though." She noted these various complaints and determ... | his pain was due to vanity, what part to the certainty that no woman really loving him could speak thus. "What do I feel about Katharine?" he thought to himself. It was clear that she had been a very desirable and distinguished figure, the mistress of her little section of the world; but more than that, she was the per... | Night And Day |
"That s the question precisely," | William Rodney | that don t really matter?"<|quote|>"That s the question precisely,"</|quote|>he exclaimed. "I only want | worrying always about small things that don t really matter?"<|quote|>"That s the question precisely,"</|quote|>he exclaimed. "I only want you to tell me that | to say so to me in private?" "Oh, William," she burst out, as if he had interrupted some absorbing train of thought, "how you go on about feelings! Isn t it better not to talk so much, not to be worrying always about small things that don t really matter?"<|quote|>"That s the question precisely,"</|quote|>he exclaimed.... | her forehead. Thus to lose touch with her, for he had no idea what she was thinking, was so unpleasant to him that he began to talk about his grievances again, without, however, much conviction in his voice. "If you have no feeling for me, wouldn t it be kinder to say so to me in private?" "Oh, William," she burst out,... | one. And yet she could speak to him like that! In a sort of bewilderment he lost all desire to speak, and would quite readily have taken up some different topic of conversation if Katharine had started one. This, however, she did not do. He glanced at her, in case her expression might help him to understand her behavio... | she were callous all the time and had only led me on to laugh at me I couldn t have felt that about her," he thought. "I m not a fool, after all. I can t have been utterly mistaken all these years. And yet, when she speaks to me like that! The truth of it is," he thought, "that I ve got such despicable faults that no o... | on the drive you hardly spoke to me. Henry noticed it. Every one notices it.... You find no difficulty in talking to Henry, though." She noted these various complaints and determined philosophically to answer none of them, although the last stung her to considerable irritation. She wished to find out how deep his griev... | it in him to love any one. And yet she could speak to him like that! In a sort of bewilderment he lost all desire to speak, and would quite readily have taken up some different topic of conversation if Katharine had started one. This, however, she did not do. He glanced at her, in case her expression might help him to ... | Night And Day |
he exclaimed. | No speaker | "That s the question precisely,"<|quote|>he exclaimed.</|quote|>"I only want you to | that don t really matter?" "That s the question precisely,"<|quote|>he exclaimed.</|quote|>"I only want you to tell me that they don | in private?" "Oh, William," she burst out, as if he had interrupted some absorbing train of thought, "how you go on about feelings! Isn t it better not to talk so much, not to be worrying always about small things that don t really matter?" "That s the question precisely,"<|quote|>he exclaimed.</|quote|>"I only want yo... | touch with her, for he had no idea what she was thinking, was so unpleasant to him that he began to talk about his grievances again, without, however, much conviction in his voice. "If you have no feeling for me, wouldn t it be kinder to say so to me in private?" "Oh, William," she burst out, as if he had interrupted s... | speak to him like that! In a sort of bewilderment he lost all desire to speak, and would quite readily have taken up some different topic of conversation if Katharine had started one. This, however, she did not do. He glanced at her, in case her expression might help him to understand her behavior. As usual, she had qu... | time and had only led me on to laugh at me I couldn t have felt that about her," he thought. "I m not a fool, after all. I can t have been utterly mistaken all these years. And yet, when she speaks to me like that! The truth of it is," he thought, "that I ve got such despicable faults that no one could help speaking to... | spoke to me. Henry noticed it. Every one notices it.... You find no difficulty in talking to Henry, though." She noted these various complaints and determined philosophically to answer none of them, although the last stung her to considerable irritation. She wished to find out how deep his grievance lay. "None of these... | And yet those are not my serious feelings, as she knows quite well. How can I change myself? What would make her care for me?" He was terribly tempted here to break the silence by asking Katharine in what respects he could change himself to suit her; but he sought consolation instead by running over the list of his gif... | Night And Day |
"I only want you to tell me that they don t matter. There are times when you seem indifferent to everything. I m vain, I ve a thousand faults; but you know they re not everything; you know I care for you." | William Rodney | the question precisely," he exclaimed.<|quote|>"I only want you to tell me that they don t matter. There are times when you seem indifferent to everything. I m vain, I ve a thousand faults; but you know they re not everything; you know I care for you."</|quote|>"And if I say that | t really matter?" "That s the question precisely," he exclaimed.<|quote|>"I only want you to tell me that they don t matter. There are times when you seem indifferent to everything. I m vain, I ve a thousand faults; but you know they re not everything; you know I care for you."</|quote|>"And if I say that I care for yo... | "Oh, William," she burst out, as if he had interrupted some absorbing train of thought, "how you go on about feelings! Isn t it better not to talk so much, not to be worrying always about small things that don t really matter?" "That s the question precisely," he exclaimed.<|quote|>"I only want you to tell me that they... | her, for he had no idea what she was thinking, was so unpleasant to him that he began to talk about his grievances again, without, however, much conviction in his voice. "If you have no feeling for me, wouldn t it be kinder to say so to me in private?" "Oh, William," she burst out, as if he had interrupted some absorbi... | him like that! In a sort of bewilderment he lost all desire to speak, and would quite readily have taken up some different topic of conversation if Katharine had started one. This, however, she did not do. He glanced at her, in case her expression might help him to understand her behavior. As usual, she had quickened h... | had only led me on to laugh at me I couldn t have felt that about her," he thought. "I m not a fool, after all. I can t have been utterly mistaken all these years. And yet, when she speaks to me like that! The truth of it is," he thought, "that I ve got such despicable faults that no one could help speaking to me like ... | me. Henry noticed it. Every one notices it.... You find no difficulty in talking to Henry, though." She noted these various complaints and determined philosophically to answer none of them, although the last stung her to considerable irritation. She wished to find out how deep his grievance lay. "None of these things s... | despicable faults that no one could help speaking to me like that. Katharine is quite right. And yet those are not my serious feelings, as she knows quite well. How can I change myself? What would make her care for me?" He was terribly tempted here to break the silence by asking Katharine in what respects he could chan... | Night And Day |
"And if I say that I care for you, don t you believe me?" | Katharine Hilbery | know I care for you."<|quote|>"And if I say that I care for you, don t you believe me?"</|quote|>"Say it, Katharine! Say it | they re not everything; you know I care for you."<|quote|>"And if I say that I care for you, don t you believe me?"</|quote|>"Say it, Katharine! Say it as if you meant it! | matter?" "That s the question precisely," he exclaimed. "I only want you to tell me that they don t matter. There are times when you seem indifferent to everything. I m vain, I ve a thousand faults; but you know they re not everything; you know I care for you."<|quote|>"And if I say that I care for you, don t you belie... | kinder to say so to me in private?" "Oh, William," she burst out, as if he had interrupted some absorbing train of thought, "how you go on about feelings! Isn t it better not to talk so much, not to be worrying always about small things that don t really matter?" "That s the question precisely," he exclaimed. "I only w... | case her expression might help him to understand her behavior. As usual, she had quickened her pace unconsciously, and was now walking a little in front of him; but he could gain little information from her eyes, which looked steadily at the brown heather, or from the lines drawn seriously upon her forehead. Thus to lo... | me like that! The truth of it is," he thought, "that I ve got such despicable faults that no one could help speaking to me like that. Katharine is quite right. And yet those are not my serious feelings, as she knows quite well. How can I change myself? What would make her care for me?" He was terribly tempted here to b... | out how deep his grievance lay. "None of these things seem to me to matter," she said. "Very well, then. I may as well hold my tongue," he replied. "In themselves they don t seem to me to matter; if they hurt you, of course they matter," she corrected herself scrupulously. Her tone of consideration touched him, and he ... | had only led me on to laugh at me I couldn t have felt that about her," he thought. "I m not a fool, after all. I can t have been utterly mistaken all these years. And yet, when she speaks to me like that! The truth of it is," he thought, "that I ve got such despicable faults that no one could help speaking to me like ... | Night And Day |
"Say it, Katharine! Say it as if you meant it! Make me feel that you care for me!" | William Rodney | don t you believe me?"<|quote|>"Say it, Katharine! Say it as if you meant it! Make me feel that you care for me!"</|quote|>She could not force herself | that I care for you, don t you believe me?"<|quote|>"Say it, Katharine! Say it as if you meant it! Make me feel that you care for me!"</|quote|>She could not force herself to speak a word. The | me that they don t matter. There are times when you seem indifferent to everything. I m vain, I ve a thousand faults; but you know they re not everything; you know I care for you." "And if I say that I care for you, don t you believe me?"<|quote|>"Say it, Katharine! Say it as if you meant it! Make me feel that you care... | if he had interrupted some absorbing train of thought, "how you go on about feelings! Isn t it better not to talk so much, not to be worrying always about small things that don t really matter?" "That s the question precisely," he exclaimed. "I only want you to tell me that they don t matter. There are times when you s... | quickened her pace unconsciously, and was now walking a little in front of him; but he could gain little information from her eyes, which looked steadily at the brown heather, or from the lines drawn seriously upon her forehead. Thus to lose touch with her, for he had no idea what she was thinking, was so unpleasant to... | such despicable faults that no one could help speaking to me like that. Katharine is quite right. And yet those are not my serious feelings, as she knows quite well. How can I change myself? What would make her care for me?" He was terribly tempted here to break the silence by asking Katharine in what respects he could... | matter," she said. "Very well, then. I may as well hold my tongue," he replied. "In themselves they don t seem to me to matter; if they hurt you, of course they matter," she corrected herself scrupulously. Her tone of consideration touched him, and he walked on in silence for a space. "And we might be so happy, Kathari... | the list of his gifts and acquirements, his knowledge of Greek and Latin, his knowledge of art and literature, his skill in the management of meters, and his ancient west-country blood. But the feeling that underlay all these feelings and puzzled him profoundly and kept him silent was the certainty that he loved Kathar... | Night And Day |
She could not force herself to speak a word. The heather was growing dim around them, and the horizon was blotted out by white mist. To ask her for passion or for certainty seemed like asking that damp prospect for fierce blades of fire, or the faded sky for the intense blue vault of June. He went on now to tell her of... | No speaker | that you care for me!"<|quote|>She could not force herself to speak a word. The heather was growing dim around them, and the horizon was blotted out by white mist. To ask her for passion or for certainty seemed like asking that damp prospect for fierce blades of fire, or the faded sky for the intense blue vault of June... | meant it! Make me feel that you care for me!"<|quote|>She could not force herself to speak a word. The heather was growing dim around them, and the horizon was blotted out by white mist. To ask her for passion or for certainty seemed like asking that damp prospect for fierce blades of fire, or the faded sky for the int... | I ve a thousand faults; but you know they re not everything; you know I care for you." "And if I say that I care for you, don t you believe me?" "Say it, Katharine! Say it as if you meant it! Make me feel that you care for me!"<|quote|>She could not force herself to speak a word. The heather was growing dim around them... | better not to talk so much, not to be worrying always about small things that don t really matter?" "That s the question precisely," he exclaimed. "I only want you to tell me that they don t matter. There are times when you seem indifferent to everything. I m vain, I ve a thousand faults; but you know they re not every... | little information from her eyes, which looked steadily at the brown heather, or from the lines drawn seriously upon her forehead. Thus to lose touch with her, for he had no idea what she was thinking, was so unpleasant to him that he began to talk about his grievances again, without, however, much conviction in his vo... | yet those are not my serious feelings, as she knows quite well. How can I change myself? What would make her care for me?" He was terribly tempted here to break the silence by asking Katharine in what respects he could change himself to suit her; but he sought consolation instead by running over the list of his gifts a... | don t seem to me to matter; if they hurt you, of course they matter," she corrected herself scrupulously. Her tone of consideration touched him, and he walked on in silence for a space. "And we might be so happy, Katharine!" he exclaimed impulsively, and drew her arm through his. She withdrew it directly. "As long as y... | had it in him to love any one. And yet she could speak to him like that! In a sort of bewilderment he lost all desire to speak, and would quite readily have taken up some different topic of conversation if Katharine had started one. This, however, she did not do. He glanced at her, in case her expression might help him... | Night And Day |
"I was wrong to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you." | Katharine Hilbery | fixed to the trunk, began:<|quote|>"I was wrong to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you."</|quote|>"Katharine!" he protested. "No, never," | she were reading a writing fixed to the trunk, began:<|quote|>"I was wrong to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you."</|quote|>"Katharine!" he protested. "No, never," she repeated obstinately. "Not rightly. | words would explain the whole situation to him. He had ceased to speak; he had told her once more how he loved her and why. She summoned her courage, fixed her eyes upon a lightning-splintered ash-tree, and, almost as if she were reading a writing fixed to the trunk, began:<|quote|>"I was wrong to get engaged to you. I... | right shape or size? that it was deplorable, but that with clearer eyesight marriage was out of the question? She did not want to marry any one. She wanted to go away by herself, preferably to some bleak northern moor, and there study mathematics and the science of astronomy. Twenty words would explain the whole situat... | The virility of this deed impressed her; and yet, normally, she attached no value to the power of opening gates. The strength of muscles has nothing to do on the face of it with the strength of affections; nevertheless, she felt a sudden concern for this power running to waste on her account, which, combined with a des... | about small things that don t really matter?" "That s the question precisely," he exclaimed. "I only want you to tell me that they don t matter. There are times when you seem indifferent to everything. I m vain, I ve a thousand faults; but you know they re not everything; you know I care for you." "And if I say that I ... | but still and passionate in their heart. "If she were callous all the time and had only led me on to laugh at me I couldn t have felt that about her," he thought. "I m not a fool, after all. I can t have been utterly mistaken all these years. And yet, when she speaks to me like that! The truth of it is," he thought, "t... | always about small things that don t really matter?" "That s the question precisely," he exclaimed. "I only want you to tell me that they don t matter. There are times when you seem indifferent to everything. I m vain, I ve a thousand faults; but you know they re not everything; you know I care for you." "And if I say ... | Night And Day |
"Katharine!" | William Rodney | I have never loved you."<|quote|>"Katharine!"</|quote|>he protested. "No, never," she | shall never make you happy. I have never loved you."<|quote|>"Katharine!"</|quote|>he protested. "No, never," she repeated obstinately. "Not rightly. Don | how he loved her and why. She summoned her courage, fixed her eyes upon a lightning-splintered ash-tree, and, almost as if she were reading a writing fixed to the trunk, began: "I was wrong to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you."<|quote|>"Katharine!"</|quote|>he protested. "No, nev... | She did not want to marry any one. She wanted to go away by herself, preferably to some bleak northern moor, and there study mathematics and the science of astronomy. Twenty words would explain the whole situation to him. He had ceased to speak; he had told her once more how he loved her and why. She summoned her coura... | gates. The strength of muscles has nothing to do on the face of it with the strength of affections; nevertheless, she felt a sudden concern for this power running to waste on her account, which, combined with a desire to keep possession of that strangely attractive masculine power, made her rouse herself from her torpo... | to tell me that they don t matter. There are times when you seem indifferent to everything. I m vain, I ve a thousand faults; but you know they re not everything; you know I care for you." "And if I say that I care for you, don t you believe me?" "Say it, Katharine! Say it as if you meant it! Make me feel that you care... | on to laugh at me I couldn t have felt that about her," he thought. "I m not a fool, after all. I can t have been utterly mistaken all these years. And yet, when she speaks to me like that! The truth of it is," he thought, "that I ve got such despicable faults that no one could help speaking to me like that. Katharine ... | was blotted out by white mist. To ask her for passion or for certainty seemed like asking that damp prospect for fierce blades of fire, or the faded sky for the intense blue vault of June. He went on now to tell her of his love for her, in words which bore, even to her critical senses, the stamp of truth; but none of t... | Night And Day |
he protested. | No speaker | have never loved you." "Katharine!"<|quote|>he protested.</|quote|>"No, never," she repeated obstinately. | never make you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!"<|quote|>he protested.</|quote|>"No, never," she repeated obstinately. "Not rightly. Don t you | he loved her and why. She summoned her courage, fixed her eyes upon a lightning-splintered ash-tree, and, almost as if she were reading a writing fixed to the trunk, began: "I was wrong to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!"<|quote|>he protested.</|quote|>"No, never,"... | did not want to marry any one. She wanted to go away by herself, preferably to some bleak northern moor, and there study mathematics and the science of astronomy. Twenty words would explain the whole situation to him. He had ceased to speak; he had told her once more how he loved her and why. She summoned her courage, ... | The strength of muscles has nothing to do on the face of it with the strength of affections; nevertheless, she felt a sudden concern for this power running to waste on her account, which, combined with a desire to keep possession of that strangely attractive masculine power, made her rouse herself from her torpor. Why ... | tell me that they don t matter. There are times when you seem indifferent to everything. I m vain, I ve a thousand faults; but you know they re not everything; you know I care for you." "And if I say that I care for you, don t you believe me?" "Say it, Katharine! Say it as if you meant it! Make me feel that you care fo... | to laugh at me I couldn t have felt that about her," he thought. "I m not a fool, after all. I can t have been utterly mistaken all these years. And yet, when she speaks to me like that! The truth of it is," he thought, "that I ve got such despicable faults that no one could help speaking to me like that. Katharine is ... | it! Make me feel that you care for me!" She could not force herself to speak a word. The heather was growing dim around them, and the horizon was blotted out by white mist. To ask her for passion or for certainty seemed like asking that damp prospect for fierce blades of fire, or the faded sky for the intense blue vaul... | Night And Day |
"No, never," | Katharine Hilbery | loved you." "Katharine!" he protested.<|quote|>"No, never,"</|quote|>she repeated obstinately. "Not rightly. | you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested.<|quote|>"No, never,"</|quote|>she repeated obstinately. "Not rightly. Don t you see, I | her and why. She summoned her courage, fixed her eyes upon a lightning-splintered ash-tree, and, almost as if she were reading a writing fixed to the trunk, began: "I was wrong to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested.<|quote|>"No, never,"</|quote|>she repe... | want to marry any one. She wanted to go away by herself, preferably to some bleak northern moor, and there study mathematics and the science of astronomy. Twenty words would explain the whole situation to him. He had ceased to speak; he had told her once more how he loved her and why. She summoned her courage, fixed he... | of muscles has nothing to do on the face of it with the strength of affections; nevertheless, she felt a sudden concern for this power running to waste on her account, which, combined with a desire to keep possession of that strangely attractive masculine power, made her rouse herself from her torpor. Why should she no... | that they don t matter. There are times when you seem indifferent to everything. I m vain, I ve a thousand faults; but you know they re not everything; you know I care for you." "And if I say that I care for you, don t you believe me?" "Say it, Katharine! Say it as if you meant it! Make me feel that you care for me!" S... | at me I couldn t have felt that about her," he thought. "I m not a fool, after all. I can t have been utterly mistaken all these years. And yet, when she speaks to me like that! The truth of it is," he thought, "that I ve got such despicable faults that no one could help speaking to me like that. Katharine is quite rig... | As usual, she had quickened her pace unconsciously, and was now walking a little in front of him; but he could gain little information from her eyes, which looked steadily at the brown heather, or from the lines drawn seriously upon her forehead. Thus to lose touch with her, for he had no idea what she was thinking, wa... | Night And Day |
she repeated obstinately. | No speaker | "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never,"<|quote|>she repeated obstinately.</|quote|>"Not rightly. Don t you | I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never,"<|quote|>she repeated obstinately.</|quote|>"Not rightly. Don t you see, I didn t know | why. She summoned her courage, fixed her eyes upon a lightning-splintered ash-tree, and, almost as if she were reading a writing fixed to the trunk, began: "I was wrong to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never,"<|quote|>she repeated obstinately.... | marry any one. She wanted to go away by herself, preferably to some bleak northern moor, and there study mathematics and the science of astronomy. Twenty words would explain the whole situation to him. He had ceased to speak; he had told her once more how he loved her and why. She summoned her courage, fixed her eyes u... | has nothing to do on the face of it with the strength of affections; nevertheless, she felt a sudden concern for this power running to waste on her account, which, combined with a desire to keep possession of that strangely attractive masculine power, made her rouse herself from her torpor. Why should she not simply te... | don t matter. There are times when you seem indifferent to everything. I m vain, I ve a thousand faults; but you know they re not everything; you know I care for you." "And if I say that I care for you, don t you believe me?" "Say it, Katharine! Say it as if you meant it! Make me feel that you care for me!" She could n... | I couldn t have felt that about her," he thought. "I m not a fool, after all. I can t have been utterly mistaken all these years. And yet, when she speaks to me like that! The truth of it is," he thought, "that I ve got such despicable faults that no one could help speaking to me like that. Katharine is quite right. An... | Katharine had started one. This, however, she did not do. He glanced at her, in case her expression might help him to understand her behavior. As usual, she had quickened her pace unconsciously, and was now walking a little in front of him; but he could gain little information from her eyes, which looked steadily at th... | Night And Day |
"Not rightly. Don t you see, I didn t know what I was doing?" | Katharine Hilbery | "No, never," she repeated obstinately.<|quote|>"Not rightly. Don t you see, I didn t know what I was doing?"</|quote|>"You love some one else?" | loved you." "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never," she repeated obstinately.<|quote|>"Not rightly. Don t you see, I didn t know what I was doing?"</|quote|>"You love some one else?" he cut her short. "Absolutely | her courage, fixed her eyes upon a lightning-splintered ash-tree, and, almost as if she were reading a writing fixed to the trunk, began: "I was wrong to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never," she repeated obstinately.<|quote|>"Not rightly. Don... | She wanted to go away by herself, preferably to some bleak northern moor, and there study mathematics and the science of astronomy. Twenty words would explain the whole situation to him. He had ceased to speak; he had told her once more how he loved her and why. She summoned her courage, fixed her eyes upon a lightning... | do on the face of it with the strength of affections; nevertheless, she felt a sudden concern for this power running to waste on her account, which, combined with a desire to keep possession of that strangely attractive masculine power, made her rouse herself from her torpor. Why should she not simply tell him the trut... | There are times when you seem indifferent to everything. I m vain, I ve a thousand faults; but you know they re not everything; you know I care for you." "And if I say that I care for you, don t you believe me?" "Say it, Katharine! Say it as if you meant it! Make me feel that you care for me!" She could not force herse... | have felt that about her," he thought. "I m not a fool, after all. I can t have been utterly mistaken all these years. And yet, when she speaks to me like that! The truth of it is," he thought, "that I ve got such despicable faults that no one could help speaking to me like that. Katharine is quite right. And yet those... | her, for he had no idea what she was thinking, was so unpleasant to him that he began to talk about his grievances again, without, however, much conviction in his voice. "If you have no feeling for me, wouldn t it be kinder to say so to me in private?" "Oh, William," she burst out, as if he had interrupted some absorbi... | Night And Day |
"You love some one else?" | William Rodney | know what I was doing?"<|quote|>"You love some one else?"</|quote|>he cut her short. "Absolutely | you see, I didn t know what I was doing?"<|quote|>"You love some one else?"</|quote|>he cut her short. "Absolutely no one." "Henry?" he demanded. | were reading a writing fixed to the trunk, began: "I was wrong to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never," she repeated obstinately. "Not rightly. Don t you see, I didn t know what I was doing?"<|quote|>"You love some one else?"</|quote|>he cut h... | there study mathematics and the science of astronomy. Twenty words would explain the whole situation to him. He had ceased to speak; he had told her once more how he loved her and why. She summoned her courage, fixed her eyes upon a lightning-splintered ash-tree, and, almost as if she were reading a writing fixed to th... | a sudden concern for this power running to waste on her account, which, combined with a desire to keep possession of that strangely attractive masculine power, made her rouse herself from her torpor. Why should she not simply tell him the truth which was that she had accepted him in a misty state of mind when nothing h... | a thousand faults; but you know they re not everything; you know I care for you." "And if I say that I care for you, don t you believe me?" "Say it, Katharine! Say it as if you meant it! Make me feel that you care for me!" She could not force herself to speak a word. The heather was growing dim around them, and the hor... | I can t have been utterly mistaken all these years. And yet, when she speaks to me like that! The truth of it is," he thought, "that I ve got such despicable faults that no one could help speaking to me like that. Katharine is quite right. And yet those are not my serious feelings, as she knows quite well. How can I ch... | grievances again, without, however, much conviction in his voice. "If you have no feeling for me, wouldn t it be kinder to say so to me in private?" "Oh, William," she burst out, as if he had interrupted some absorbing train of thought, "how you go on about feelings! Isn t it better not to talk so much, not to be worry... | Night And Day |
he cut her short. | No speaker | "You love some one else?"<|quote|>he cut her short.</|quote|>"Absolutely no one." "Henry?" he | know what I was doing?" "You love some one else?"<|quote|>he cut her short.</|quote|>"Absolutely no one." "Henry?" he demanded. "Henry? I should have | to the trunk, began: "I was wrong to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never," she repeated obstinately. "Not rightly. Don t you see, I didn t know what I was doing?" "You love some one else?"<|quote|>he cut her short.</|quote|>"Absolutely no one.... | science of astronomy. Twenty words would explain the whole situation to him. He had ceased to speak; he had told her once more how he loved her and why. She summoned her courage, fixed her eyes upon a lightning-splintered ash-tree, and, almost as if she were reading a writing fixed to the trunk, began: "I was wrong to ... | power running to waste on her account, which, combined with a desire to keep possession of that strangely attractive masculine power, made her rouse herself from her torpor. Why should she not simply tell him the truth which was that she had accepted him in a misty state of mind when nothing had its right shape or size... | know they re not everything; you know I care for you." "And if I say that I care for you, don t you believe me?" "Say it, Katharine! Say it as if you meant it! Make me feel that you care for me!" She could not force herself to speak a word. The heather was growing dim around them, and the horizon was blotted out by whi... | utterly mistaken all these years. And yet, when she speaks to me like that! The truth of it is," he thought, "that I ve got such despicable faults that no one could help speaking to me like that. Katharine is quite right. And yet those are not my serious feelings, as she knows quite well. How can I change myself? What ... | gate whose hinge was rusty, he heaved it open with his shoulder, still talking and taking no account of his effort. The virility of this deed impressed her; and yet, normally, she attached no value to the power of opening gates. The strength of muscles has nothing to do on the face of it with the strength of affections... | Night And Day |
"Absolutely no one." | Katharine Hilbery | else?" he cut her short.<|quote|>"Absolutely no one."</|quote|>"Henry?" he demanded. "Henry? I | doing?" "You love some one else?" he cut her short.<|quote|>"Absolutely no one."</|quote|>"Henry?" he demanded. "Henry? I should have thought, William, even | "I was wrong to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never," she repeated obstinately. "Not rightly. Don t you see, I didn t know what I was doing?" "You love some one else?" he cut her short.<|quote|>"Absolutely no one."</|quote|>"Henry?" he demande... | words would explain the whole situation to him. He had ceased to speak; he had told her once more how he loved her and why. She summoned her courage, fixed her eyes upon a lightning-splintered ash-tree, and, almost as if she were reading a writing fixed to the trunk, began: "I was wrong to get engaged to you. I shall n... | on her account, which, combined with a desire to keep possession of that strangely attractive masculine power, made her rouse herself from her torpor. Why should she not simply tell him the truth which was that she had accepted him in a misty state of mind when nothing had its right shape or size? that it was deplorabl... | everything; you know I care for you." "And if I say that I care for you, don t you believe me?" "Say it, Katharine! Say it as if you meant it! Make me feel that you care for me!" She could not force herself to speak a word. The heather was growing dim around them, and the horizon was blotted out by white mist. To ask h... | years. And yet, when she speaks to me like that! The truth of it is," he thought, "that I ve got such despicable faults that no one could help speaking to me like that. Katharine is quite right. And yet those are not my serious feelings, as she knows quite well. How can I change myself? What would make her care for me?... | information from her eyes, which looked steadily at the brown heather, or from the lines drawn seriously upon her forehead. Thus to lose touch with her, for he had no idea what she was thinking, was so unpleasant to him that he began to talk about his grievances again, without, however, much conviction in his voice. "I... | Night And Day |
"Henry?" | William Rodney | her short. "Absolutely no one."<|quote|>"Henry?"</|quote|>he demanded. "Henry? I should | some one else?" he cut her short. "Absolutely no one."<|quote|>"Henry?"</|quote|>he demanded. "Henry? I should have thought, William, even you" | to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never," she repeated obstinately. "Not rightly. Don t you see, I didn t know what I was doing?" "You love some one else?" he cut her short. "Absolutely no one."<|quote|>"Henry?"</|quote|>he demanded. "Henry? I ... | the whole situation to him. He had ceased to speak; he had told her once more how he loved her and why. She summoned her courage, fixed her eyes upon a lightning-splintered ash-tree, and, almost as if she were reading a writing fixed to the trunk, began: "I was wrong to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy.... | which, combined with a desire to keep possession of that strangely attractive masculine power, made her rouse herself from her torpor. Why should she not simply tell him the truth which was that she had accepted him in a misty state of mind when nothing had its right shape or size? that it was deplorable, but that with... | I care for you." "And if I say that I care for you, don t you believe me?" "Say it, Katharine! Say it as if you meant it! Make me feel that you care for me!" She could not force herself to speak a word. The heather was growing dim around them, and the horizon was blotted out by white mist. To ask her for passion or for... | when she speaks to me like that! The truth of it is," he thought, "that I ve got such despicable faults that no one could help speaking to me like that. Katharine is quite right. And yet those are not my serious feelings, as she knows quite well. How can I change myself? What would make her care for me?" He was terribl... | me feel that you care for me!" She could not force herself to speak a word. The heather was growing dim around them, and the horizon was blotted out by white mist. To ask her for passion or for certainty seemed like asking that damp prospect for fierce blades of fire, or the faded sky for the intense blue vault of June... | Night And Day |
he demanded. | No speaker | short. "Absolutely no one." "Henry?"<|quote|>he demanded.</|quote|>"Henry? I should have thought, | one else?" he cut her short. "Absolutely no one." "Henry?"<|quote|>he demanded.</|quote|>"Henry? I should have thought, William, even you" "There is | get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never," she repeated obstinately. "Not rightly. Don t you see, I didn t know what I was doing?" "You love some one else?" he cut her short. "Absolutely no one." "Henry?"<|quote|>he demanded.</|quote|>"Henry? I sho... | whole situation to him. He had ceased to speak; he had told her once more how he loved her and why. She summoned her courage, fixed her eyes upon a lightning-splintered ash-tree, and, almost as if she were reading a writing fixed to the trunk, began: "I was wrong to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I h... | combined with a desire to keep possession of that strangely attractive masculine power, made her rouse herself from her torpor. Why should she not simply tell him the truth which was that she had accepted him in a misty state of mind when nothing had its right shape or size? that it was deplorable, but that with cleare... | care for you." "And if I say that I care for you, don t you believe me?" "Say it, Katharine! Say it as if you meant it! Make me feel that you care for me!" She could not force herself to speak a word. The heather was growing dim around them, and the horizon was blotted out by white mist. To ask her for passion or for c... | she speaks to me like that! The truth of it is," he thought, "that I ve got such despicable faults that no one could help speaking to me like that. Katharine is quite right. And yet those are not my serious feelings, as she knows quite well. How can I change myself? What would make her care for me?" He was terribly tem... | running to waste on her account, which, combined with a desire to keep possession of that strangely attractive masculine power, made her rouse herself from her torpor. Why should she not simply tell him the truth which was that she had accepted him in a misty state of mind when nothing had its right shape or size? that... | Night And Day |
"Henry? I should have thought, William, even you" | Katharine Hilbery | no one." "Henry?" he demanded.<|quote|>"Henry? I should have thought, William, even you"</|quote|>"There is some one," he | he cut her short. "Absolutely no one." "Henry?" he demanded.<|quote|>"Henry? I should have thought, William, even you"</|quote|>"There is some one," he persisted. "There has been a | to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never," she repeated obstinately. "Not rightly. Don t you see, I didn t know what I was doing?" "You love some one else?" he cut her short. "Absolutely no one." "Henry?" he demanded.<|quote|>"Henry? I should have thought, Wil... | to him. He had ceased to speak; he had told her once more how he loved her and why. She summoned her courage, fixed her eyes upon a lightning-splintered ash-tree, and, almost as if she were reading a writing fixed to the trunk, began: "I was wrong to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved ... | a desire to keep possession of that strangely attractive masculine power, made her rouse herself from her torpor. Why should she not simply tell him the truth which was that she had accepted him in a misty state of mind when nothing had its right shape or size? that it was deplorable, but that with clearer eyesight mar... | you." "And if I say that I care for you, don t you believe me?" "Say it, Katharine! Say it as if you meant it! Make me feel that you care for me!" She could not force herself to speak a word. The heather was growing dim around them, and the horizon was blotted out by white mist. To ask her for passion or for certainty ... | to me like that! The truth of it is," he thought, "that I ve got such despicable faults that no one could help speaking to me like that. Katharine is quite right. And yet those are not my serious feelings, as she knows quite well. How can I change myself? What would make her care for me?" He was terribly tempted here t... | for me, wouldn t it be kinder to say so to me in private?" "Oh, William," she burst out, as if he had interrupted some absorbing train of thought, "how you go on about feelings! Isn t it better not to talk so much, not to be worrying always about small things that don t really matter?" "That s the question precisely," ... | Night And Day |
"There is some one," | William Rodney | have thought, William, even you"<|quote|>"There is some one,"</|quote|>he persisted. "There has been | he demanded. "Henry? I should have thought, William, even you"<|quote|>"There is some one,"</|quote|>he persisted. "There has been a change in the last | I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never," she repeated obstinately. "Not rightly. Don t you see, I didn t know what I was doing?" "You love some one else?" he cut her short. "Absolutely no one." "Henry?" he demanded. "Henry? I should have thought, William, even you"<|quote|>"There is some one,"</... | had told her once more how he loved her and why. She summoned her courage, fixed her eyes upon a lightning-splintered ash-tree, and, almost as if she were reading a writing fixed to the trunk, began: "I was wrong to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested. "N... | attractive masculine power, made her rouse herself from her torpor. Why should she not simply tell him the truth which was that she had accepted him in a misty state of mind when nothing had its right shape or size? that it was deplorable, but that with clearer eyesight marriage was out of the question? She did not wan... | for you, don t you believe me?" "Say it, Katharine! Say it as if you meant it! Make me feel that you care for me!" She could not force herself to speak a word. The heather was growing dim around them, and the horizon was blotted out by white mist. To ask her for passion or for certainty seemed like asking that damp pro... | is," he thought, "that I ve got such despicable faults that no one could help speaking to me like that. Katharine is quite right. And yet those are not my serious feelings, as she knows quite well. How can I change myself? What would make her care for me?" He was terribly tempted here to break the silence by asking Kat... | could gain little information from her eyes, which looked steadily at the brown heather, or from the lines drawn seriously upon her forehead. Thus to lose touch with her, for he had no idea what she was thinking, was so unpleasant to him that he began to talk about his grievances again, without, however, much convictio... | Night And Day |
he persisted. | No speaker | you" "There is some one,"<|quote|>he persisted.</|quote|>"There has been a change | should have thought, William, even you" "There is some one,"<|quote|>he persisted.</|quote|>"There has been a change in the last few weeks. | you." "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never," she repeated obstinately. "Not rightly. Don t you see, I didn t know what I was doing?" "You love some one else?" he cut her short. "Absolutely no one." "Henry?" he demanded. "Henry? I should have thought, William, even you" "There is some one,"<|quote|>he persisted.</|quot... | more how he loved her and why. She summoned her courage, fixed her eyes upon a lightning-splintered ash-tree, and, almost as if she were reading a writing fixed to the trunk, began: "I was wrong to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never," she rep... | her rouse herself from her torpor. Why should she not simply tell him the truth which was that she had accepted him in a misty state of mind when nothing had its right shape or size? that it was deplorable, but that with clearer eyesight marriage was out of the question? She did not want to marry any one. She wanted to... | you believe me?" "Say it, Katharine! Say it as if you meant it! Make me feel that you care for me!" She could not force herself to speak a word. The heather was growing dim around them, and the horizon was blotted out by white mist. To ask her for passion or for certainty seemed like asking that damp prospect for fierc... | I ve got such despicable faults that no one could help speaking to me like that. Katharine is quite right. And yet those are not my serious feelings, as she knows quite well. How can I change myself? What would make her care for me?" He was terribly tempted here to break the silence by asking Katharine in what respects... | her for passion or for certainty seemed like asking that damp prospect for fierce blades of fire, or the faded sky for the intense blue vault of June. He went on now to tell her of his love for her, in words which bore, even to her critical senses, the stamp of truth; but none of this touched her, until, coming to a ga... | Night And Day |
"There has been a change in the last few weeks. You owe it to me to be honest, Katharine." | William Rodney | is some one," he persisted.<|quote|>"There has been a change in the last few weeks. You owe it to me to be honest, Katharine."</|quote|>"If I could, I would," | thought, William, even you" "There is some one," he persisted.<|quote|>"There has been a change in the last few weeks. You owe it to me to be honest, Katharine."</|quote|>"If I could, I would," she replied. "Why did you | he protested. "No, never," she repeated obstinately. "Not rightly. Don t you see, I didn t know what I was doing?" "You love some one else?" he cut her short. "Absolutely no one." "Henry?" he demanded. "Henry? I should have thought, William, even you" "There is some one," he persisted.<|quote|>"There has been a change ... | he loved her and why. She summoned her courage, fixed her eyes upon a lightning-splintered ash-tree, and, almost as if she were reading a writing fixed to the trunk, began: "I was wrong to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never," she repeated obs... | herself from her torpor. Why should she not simply tell him the truth which was that she had accepted him in a misty state of mind when nothing had its right shape or size? that it was deplorable, but that with clearer eyesight marriage was out of the question? She did not want to marry any one. She wanted to go away b... | me?" "Say it, Katharine! Say it as if you meant it! Make me feel that you care for me!" She could not force herself to speak a word. The heather was growing dim around them, and the horizon was blotted out by white mist. To ask her for passion or for certainty seemed like asking that damp prospect for fierce blades of ... | got such despicable faults that no one could help speaking to me like that. Katharine is quite right. And yet those are not my serious feelings, as she knows quite well. How can I change myself? What would make her care for me?" He was terribly tempted here to break the silence by asking Katharine in what respects he c... | now walking a little in front of him; but he could gain little information from her eyes, which looked steadily at the brown heather, or from the lines drawn seriously upon her forehead. Thus to lose touch with her, for he had no idea what she was thinking, was so unpleasant to him that he began to talk about his griev... | Night And Day |
"If I could, I would," | Katharine Hilbery | me to be honest, Katharine."<|quote|>"If I could, I would,"</|quote|>she replied. "Why did you | weeks. You owe it to me to be honest, Katharine."<|quote|>"If I could, I would,"</|quote|>she replied. "Why did you tell me you would marry | was doing?" "You love some one else?" he cut her short. "Absolutely no one." "Henry?" he demanded. "Henry? I should have thought, William, even you" "There is some one," he persisted. "There has been a change in the last few weeks. You owe it to me to be honest, Katharine."<|quote|>"If I could, I would,"</|quote|>she r... | if she were reading a writing fixed to the trunk, began: "I was wrong to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never," she repeated obstinately. "Not rightly. Don t you see, I didn t know what I was doing?" "You love some one else?" he cut her short. ... | him in a misty state of mind when nothing had its right shape or size? that it was deplorable, but that with clearer eyesight marriage was out of the question? She did not want to marry any one. She wanted to go away by herself, preferably to some bleak northern moor, and there study mathematics and the science of astr... | She could not force herself to speak a word. The heather was growing dim around them, and the horizon was blotted out by white mist. To ask her for passion or for certainty seemed like asking that damp prospect for fierce blades of fire, or the faded sky for the intense blue vault of June. He went on now to tell her of... | yet those are not my serious feelings, as she knows quite well. How can I change myself? What would make her care for me?" He was terribly tempted here to break the silence by asking Katharine in what respects he could change himself to suit her; but he sought consolation instead by running over the list of his gifts a... | intense blue vault of June. He went on now to tell her of his love for her, in words which bore, even to her critical senses, the stamp of truth; but none of this touched her, until, coming to a gate whose hinge was rusty, he heaved it open with his shoulder, still talking and taking no account of his effort. The viril... | Night And Day |
she replied. | No speaker | "If I could, I would,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"Why did you tell me | me to be honest, Katharine." "If I could, I would,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"Why did you tell me you would marry me, then?" | one else?" he cut her short. "Absolutely no one." "Henry?" he demanded. "Henry? I should have thought, William, even you" "There is some one," he persisted. "There has been a change in the last few weeks. You owe it to me to be honest, Katharine." "If I could, I would,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"Why did you tell m... | writing fixed to the trunk, began: "I was wrong to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never," she repeated obstinately. "Not rightly. Don t you see, I didn t know what I was doing?" "You love some one else?" he cut her short. "Absolutely no one." "... | of mind when nothing had its right shape or size? that it was deplorable, but that with clearer eyesight marriage was out of the question? She did not want to marry any one. She wanted to go away by herself, preferably to some bleak northern moor, and there study mathematics and the science of astronomy. Twenty words w... | to speak a word. The heather was growing dim around them, and the horizon was blotted out by white mist. To ask her for passion or for certainty seemed like asking that damp prospect for fierce blades of fire, or the faded sky for the intense blue vault of June. He went on now to tell her of his love for her, in words ... | serious feelings, as she knows quite well. How can I change myself? What would make her care for me?" He was terribly tempted here to break the silence by asking Katharine in what respects he could change himself to suit her; but he sought consolation instead by running over the list of his gifts and acquirements, his ... | his voice. "If you have no feeling for me, wouldn t it be kinder to say so to me in private?" "Oh, William," she burst out, as if he had interrupted some absorbing train of thought, "how you go on about feelings! Isn t it better not to talk so much, not to be worrying always about small things that don t really matter?... | Night And Day |
"Why did you tell me you would marry me, then?" | William Rodney | could, I would," she replied.<|quote|>"Why did you tell me you would marry me, then?"</|quote|>he demanded. Why, indeed? A | be honest, Katharine." "If I could, I would," she replied.<|quote|>"Why did you tell me you would marry me, then?"</|quote|>he demanded. Why, indeed? A moment of pessimism, a sudden | he cut her short. "Absolutely no one." "Henry?" he demanded. "Henry? I should have thought, William, even you" "There is some one," he persisted. "There has been a change in the last few weeks. You owe it to me to be honest, Katharine." "If I could, I would," she replied.<|quote|>"Why did you tell me you would marry me... | to the trunk, began: "I was wrong to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never," she repeated obstinately. "Not rightly. Don t you see, I didn t know what I was doing?" "You love some one else?" he cut her short. "Absolutely no one." "Henry?" he dem... | when nothing had its right shape or size? that it was deplorable, but that with clearer eyesight marriage was out of the question? She did not want to marry any one. She wanted to go away by herself, preferably to some bleak northern moor, and there study mathematics and the science of astronomy. Twenty words would exp... | a word. The heather was growing dim around them, and the horizon was blotted out by white mist. To ask her for passion or for certainty seemed like asking that damp prospect for fierce blades of fire, or the faded sky for the intense blue vault of June. He went on now to tell her of his love for her, in words which bor... | as she knows quite well. How can I change myself? What would make her care for me?" He was terribly tempted here to break the silence by asking Katharine in what respects he could change himself to suit her; but he sought consolation instead by running over the list of his gifts and acquirements, his knowledge of Greek... | virility of this deed impressed her; and yet, normally, she attached no value to the power of opening gates. The strength of muscles has nothing to do on the face of it with the strength of affections; nevertheless, she felt a sudden concern for this power running to waste on her account, which, combined with a desire ... | Night And Day |
he demanded. Why, indeed? A moment of pessimism, a sudden conviction of the undeniable prose of life, a lapse of the illusion which sustains youth midway between heaven and earth, a desperate attempt to reconcile herself with facts she could only recall a moment, as of waking from a dream, which now seemed to her a mom... | No speaker | you would marry me, then?"<|quote|>he demanded. Why, indeed? A moment of pessimism, a sudden conviction of the undeniable prose of life, a lapse of the illusion which sustains youth midway between heaven and earth, a desperate attempt to reconcile herself with facts she could only recall a moment, as of waking from a d... | "Why did you tell me you would marry me, then?"<|quote|>he demanded. Why, indeed? A moment of pessimism, a sudden conviction of the undeniable prose of life, a lapse of the illusion which sustains youth midway between heaven and earth, a desperate attempt to reconcile herself with facts she could only recall a moment, ... | "Henry? I should have thought, William, even you" "There is some one," he persisted. "There has been a change in the last few weeks. You owe it to me to be honest, Katharine." "If I could, I would," she replied. "Why did you tell me you would marry me, then?"<|quote|>he demanded. Why, indeed? A moment of pessimism, a s... | to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never," she repeated obstinately. "Not rightly. Don t you see, I didn t know what I was doing?" "You love some one else?" he cut her short. "Absolutely no one." "Henry?" he demanded. "Henry? I should have thought, William, ev... | was deplorable, but that with clearer eyesight marriage was out of the question? She did not want to marry any one. She wanted to go away by herself, preferably to some bleak northern moor, and there study mathematics and the science of astronomy. Twenty words would explain the whole situation to him. He had ceased to ... | the horizon was blotted out by white mist. To ask her for passion or for certainty seemed like asking that damp prospect for fierce blades of fire, or the faded sky for the intense blue vault of June. He went on now to tell her of his love for her, in words which bore, even to her critical senses, the stamp of truth; b... | What would make her care for me?" He was terribly tempted here to break the silence by asking Katharine in what respects he could change himself to suit her; but he sought consolation instead by running over the list of his gifts and acquirements, his knowledge of Greek and Latin, his knowledge of art and literature, h... | m vain, I ve a thousand faults; but you know they re not everything; you know I care for you." "And if I say that I care for you, don t you believe me?" "Say it, Katharine! Say it as if you meant it! Make me feel that you care for me!" She could not force herself to speak a word. The heather was growing dim around them... | Night And Day |
"But you re not a child you re not a woman of moods," | William Rodney | shook her head very sadly.<|quote|>"But you re not a child you re not a woman of moods,"</|quote|>Rodney persisted. "You couldn t | what she had done? She shook her head very sadly.<|quote|>"But you re not a child you re not a woman of moods,"</|quote|>Rodney persisted. "You couldn t have accepted me if you | earth, a desperate attempt to reconcile herself with facts she could only recall a moment, as of waking from a dream, which now seemed to her a moment of surrender. But who could give reasons such as these for doing what she had done? She shook her head very sadly.<|quote|>"But you re not a child you re not a woman of ... | to be honest, Katharine." "If I could, I would," she replied. "Why did you tell me you would marry me, then?" he demanded. Why, indeed? A moment of pessimism, a sudden conviction of the undeniable prose of life, a lapse of the illusion which sustains youth midway between heaven and earth, a desperate attempt to reconci... | ash-tree, and, almost as if she were reading a writing fixed to the trunk, began: "I was wrong to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never," she repeated obstinately. "Not rightly. Don t you see, I didn t know what I was doing?" "You love some one ... | heaved it open with his shoulder, still talking and taking no account of his effort. The virility of this deed impressed her; and yet, normally, she attached no value to the power of opening gates. The strength of muscles has nothing to do on the face of it with the strength of affections; nevertheless, she felt a sudd... | profoundly and kept him silent was the certainty that he loved Katharine as sincerely as he had it in him to love any one. And yet she could speak to him like that! In a sort of bewilderment he lost all desire to speak, and would quite readily have taken up some different topic of conversation if Katharine had started ... | gate whose hinge was rusty, he heaved it open with his shoulder, still talking and taking no account of his effort. The virility of this deed impressed her; and yet, normally, she attached no value to the power of opening gates. The strength of muscles has nothing to do on the face of it with the strength of affections... | Night And Day |
Rodney persisted. | No speaker | not a woman of moods,"<|quote|>Rodney persisted.</|quote|>"You couldn t have accepted | not a child you re not a woman of moods,"<|quote|>Rodney persisted.</|quote|>"You couldn t have accepted me if you hadn t | a moment, as of waking from a dream, which now seemed to her a moment of surrender. But who could give reasons such as these for doing what she had done? She shook her head very sadly. "But you re not a child you re not a woman of moods,"<|quote|>Rodney persisted.</|quote|>"You couldn t have accepted me if you hadn t l... | you tell me you would marry me, then?" he demanded. Why, indeed? A moment of pessimism, a sudden conviction of the undeniable prose of life, a lapse of the illusion which sustains youth midway between heaven and earth, a desperate attempt to reconcile herself with facts she could only recall a moment, as of waking from... | trunk, began: "I was wrong to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never," she repeated obstinately. "Not rightly. Don t you see, I didn t know what I was doing?" "You love some one else?" he cut her short. "Absolutely no one." "Henry?" he demanded. ... | his effort. The virility of this deed impressed her; and yet, normally, she attached no value to the power of opening gates. The strength of muscles has nothing to do on the face of it with the strength of affections; nevertheless, she felt a sudden concern for this power running to waste on her account, which, combine... | sincerely as he had it in him to love any one. And yet she could speak to him like that! In a sort of bewilderment he lost all desire to speak, and would quite readily have taken up some different topic of conversation if Katharine had started one. This, however, she did not do. He glanced at her, in case her expressio... | or size? that it was deplorable, but that with clearer eyesight marriage was out of the question? She did not want to marry any one. She wanted to go away by herself, preferably to some bleak northern moor, and there study mathematics and the science of astronomy. Twenty words would explain the whole situation to him. ... | Night And Day |
"You couldn t have accepted me if you hadn t loved me!" | William Rodney | woman of moods," Rodney persisted.<|quote|>"You couldn t have accepted me if you hadn t loved me!"</|quote|>he cried. A sense of | child you re not a woman of moods," Rodney persisted.<|quote|>"You couldn t have accepted me if you hadn t loved me!"</|quote|>he cried. A sense of her own misbehavior, which she | as of waking from a dream, which now seemed to her a moment of surrender. But who could give reasons such as these for doing what she had done? She shook her head very sadly. "But you re not a child you re not a woman of moods," Rodney persisted.<|quote|>"You couldn t have accepted me if you hadn t loved me!"</|quote|>... | me you would marry me, then?" he demanded. Why, indeed? A moment of pessimism, a sudden conviction of the undeniable prose of life, a lapse of the illusion which sustains youth midway between heaven and earth, a desperate attempt to reconcile herself with facts she could only recall a moment, as of waking from a dream,... | "I was wrong to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never," she repeated obstinately. "Not rightly. Don t you see, I didn t know what I was doing?" "You love some one else?" he cut her short. "Absolutely no one." "Henry?" he demanded. "Henry? I shou... | The virility of this deed impressed her; and yet, normally, she attached no value to the power of opening gates. The strength of muscles has nothing to do on the face of it with the strength of affections; nevertheless, she felt a sudden concern for this power running to waste on her account, which, combined with a des... | he had it in him to love any one. And yet she could speak to him like that! In a sort of bewilderment he lost all desire to speak, and would quite readily have taken up some different topic of conversation if Katharine had started one. This, however, she did not do. He glanced at her, in case her expression might help ... | was that she had accepted him in a misty state of mind when nothing had its right shape or size? that it was deplorable, but that with clearer eyesight marriage was out of the question? She did not want to marry any one. She wanted to go away by herself, preferably to some bleak northern moor, and there study mathemati... | Night And Day |
he cried. A sense of her own misbehavior, which she had succeeded in keeping from her by sharpening her consciousness of Rodney s faults, now swept over her and almost overwhelmed her. What were his faults in comparison with the fact that he cared for her? What were her virtues in comparison with the fact that she did ... | No speaker | you hadn t loved me!"<|quote|>he cried. A sense of her own misbehavior, which she had succeeded in keeping from her by sharpening her consciousness of Rodney s faults, now swept over her and almost overwhelmed her. What were his faults in comparison with the fact that he cared for her? What were her virtues in comparis... | t have accepted me if you hadn t loved me!"<|quote|>he cried. A sense of her own misbehavior, which she had succeeded in keeping from her by sharpening her consciousness of Rodney s faults, now swept over her and almost overwhelmed her. What were his faults in comparison with the fact that he cared for her? What were h... | moment of surrender. But who could give reasons such as these for doing what she had done? She shook her head very sadly. "But you re not a child you re not a woman of moods," Rodney persisted. "You couldn t have accepted me if you hadn t loved me!"<|quote|>he cried. A sense of her own misbehavior, which she had succee... | of pessimism, a sudden conviction of the undeniable prose of life, a lapse of the illusion which sustains youth midway between heaven and earth, a desperate attempt to reconcile herself with facts she could only recall a moment, as of waking from a dream, which now seemed to her a moment of surrender. But who could giv... | you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never," she repeated obstinately. "Not rightly. Don t you see, I didn t know what I was doing?" "You love some one else?" he cut her short. "Absolutely no one." "Henry?" he demanded. "Henry? I should have thought, William, even you" "There is some one,... | no value to the power of opening gates. The strength of muscles has nothing to do on the face of it with the strength of affections; nevertheless, she felt a sudden concern for this power running to waste on her account, which, combined with a desire to keep possession of that strangely attractive masculine power, made... | could speak to him like that! In a sort of bewilderment he lost all desire to speak, and would quite readily have taken up some different topic of conversation if Katharine had started one. This, however, she did not do. He glanced at her, in case her expression might help him to understand her behavior. As usual, she ... | for you." "And if I say that I care for you, don t you believe me?" "Say it, Katharine! Say it as if you meant it! Make me feel that you care for me!" She could not force herself to speak a word. The heather was growing dim around them, and the horizon was blotted out by white mist. To ask her for passion or for certai... | Night And Day |
"I did say I would marry you, but it was wrong," | Katharine Hilbery | second of treachery to him.<|quote|>"I did say I would marry you, but it was wrong,"</|quote|>she forced herself to say, | to his strength was a second of treachery to him.<|quote|>"I did say I would marry you, but it was wrong,"</|quote|>she forced herself to say, and she stiffened her arm | the force to resist what now seemed to her his enormously superior strength. Very well; she would submit, as her mother and her aunt and most women, perhaps, had submitted; and yet she knew that every second of such submission to his strength was a second of treachery to him.<|quote|>"I did say I would marry you, but i... | that she did not care for him? In a flash the conviction that not to care is the uttermost sin of all stamped itself upon her inmost thought; and she felt herself branded for ever. He had taken her arm, and held her hand firmly in his, nor had she the force to resist what now seemed to her his enormously superior stren... | could give reasons such as these for doing what she had done? She shook her head very sadly. "But you re not a child you re not a woman of moods," Rodney persisted. "You couldn t have accepted me if you hadn t loved me!" he cried. A sense of her own misbehavior, which she had succeeded in keeping from her by sharpening... | once more how he loved her and why. She summoned her courage, fixed her eyes upon a lightning-splintered ash-tree, and, almost as if she were reading a writing fixed to the trunk, began: "I was wrong to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never," sh... | she burst out, as if he had interrupted some absorbing train of thought, "how you go on about feelings! Isn t it better not to talk so much, not to be worrying always about small things that don t really matter?" "That s the question precisely," he exclaimed. "I only want you to tell me that they don t matter. There ar... | she could only recall a moment, as of waking from a dream, which now seemed to her a moment of surrender. But who could give reasons such as these for doing what she had done? She shook her head very sadly. "But you re not a child you re not a woman of moods," Rodney persisted. "You couldn t have accepted me if you had... | Night And Day |
she forced herself to say, and she stiffened her arm as if to annul even the seeming submission of that separate part of her; | No speaker | you, but it was wrong,"<|quote|>she forced herself to say, and she stiffened her arm as if to annul even the seeming submission of that separate part of her;</|quote|>"for I don t love | did say I would marry you, but it was wrong,"<|quote|>she forced herself to say, and she stiffened her arm as if to annul even the seeming submission of that separate part of her;</|quote|>"for I don t love you, William; you ve noticed | superior strength. Very well; she would submit, as her mother and her aunt and most women, perhaps, had submitted; and yet she knew that every second of such submission to his strength was a second of treachery to him. "I did say I would marry you, but it was wrong,"<|quote|>she forced herself to say, and she stiffened... | conviction that not to care is the uttermost sin of all stamped itself upon her inmost thought; and she felt herself branded for ever. He had taken her arm, and held her hand firmly in his, nor had she the force to resist what now seemed to her his enormously superior strength. Very well; she would submit, as her mothe... | done? She shook her head very sadly. "But you re not a child you re not a woman of moods," Rodney persisted. "You couldn t have accepted me if you hadn t loved me!" he cried. A sense of her own misbehavior, which she had succeeded in keeping from her by sharpening her consciousness of Rodney s faults, now swept over he... | courage, fixed her eyes upon a lightning-splintered ash-tree, and, almost as if she were reading a writing fixed to the trunk, began: "I was wrong to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never," she repeated obstinately. "Not rightly. Don t you see, ... | of thought, "how you go on about feelings! Isn t it better not to talk so much, not to be worrying always about small things that don t really matter?" "That s the question precisely," he exclaimed. "I only want you to tell me that they don t matter. There are times when you seem indifferent to everything. I m vain, I ... | didn t know what I was doing?" "You love some one else?" he cut her short. "Absolutely no one." "Henry?" he demanded. "Henry? I should have thought, William, even you" "There is some one," he persisted. "There has been a change in the last few weeks. You owe it to me to be honest, Katharine." "If I could, I would," she... | Night And Day |
"for I don t love you, William; you ve noticed it, every one s noticed it; why should we go on pretending? When I told you I loved you, I was wrong. I said what I knew to be untrue." | Katharine Hilbery | that separate part of her;<|quote|>"for I don t love you, William; you ve noticed it, every one s noticed it; why should we go on pretending? When I told you I loved you, I was wrong. I said what I knew to be untrue."</|quote|>As none of her words | even the seeming submission of that separate part of her;<|quote|>"for I don t love you, William; you ve noticed it, every one s noticed it; why should we go on pretending? When I told you I loved you, I was wrong. I said what I knew to be untrue."</|quote|>As none of her words seemed to her at all | every second of such submission to his strength was a second of treachery to him. "I did say I would marry you, but it was wrong," she forced herself to say, and she stiffened her arm as if to annul even the seeming submission of that separate part of her;<|quote|>"for I don t love you, William; you ve noticed it, ever... | He had taken her arm, and held her hand firmly in his, nor had she the force to resist what now seemed to her his enormously superior strength. Very well; she would submit, as her mother and her aunt and most women, perhaps, had submitted; and yet she knew that every second of such submission to his strength was a seco... | t have accepted me if you hadn t loved me!" he cried. A sense of her own misbehavior, which she had succeeded in keeping from her by sharpening her consciousness of Rodney s faults, now swept over her and almost overwhelmed her. What were his faults in comparison with the fact that he cared for her? What were her virtu... | wrong to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never," she repeated obstinately. "Not rightly. Don t you see, I didn t know what I was doing?" "You love some one else?" he cut her short. "Absolutely no one." "Henry?" he demanded. "Henry? I should have... | things that don t really matter?" "That s the question precisely," he exclaimed. "I only want you to tell me that they don t matter. There are times when you seem indifferent to everything. I m vain, I ve a thousand faults; but you know they re not everything; you know I care for you." "And if I say that I care for you... | how he loved her and why. She summoned her courage, fixed her eyes upon a lightning-splintered ash-tree, and, almost as if she were reading a writing fixed to the trunk, began: "I was wrong to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never," she repeated... | Night And Day |
As none of her words seemed to her at all adequate to represent what she felt, she repeated them, and emphasized them without realizing the effect that they might have upon a man who cared for her. She was completely taken aback by finding her arm suddenly dropped; then she saw his face most strangely contorted; was he... | No speaker | I knew to be untrue."<|quote|>As none of her words seemed to her at all adequate to represent what she felt, she repeated them, and emphasized them without realizing the effect that they might have upon a man who cared for her. She was completely taken aback by finding her arm suddenly dropped; then she saw his face mo... | was wrong. I said what I knew to be untrue."<|quote|>As none of her words seemed to her at all adequate to represent what she felt, she repeated them, and emphasized them without realizing the effect that they might have upon a man who cared for her. She was completely taken aback by finding her arm suddenly dropped; t... | even the seeming submission of that separate part of her; "for I don t love you, William; you ve noticed it, every one s noticed it; why should we go on pretending? When I told you I loved you, I was wrong. I said what I knew to be untrue."<|quote|>As none of her words seemed to her at all adequate to represent what sh... | most women, perhaps, had submitted; and yet she knew that every second of such submission to his strength was a second of treachery to him. "I did say I would marry you, but it was wrong," she forced herself to say, and she stiffened her arm as if to annul even the seeming submission of that separate part of her; "for ... | overwhelmed her. What were his faults in comparison with the fact that he cared for her? What were her virtues in comparison with the fact that she did not care for him? In a flash the conviction that not to care is the uttermost sin of all stamped itself upon her inmost thought; and she felt herself branded for ever. ... | love some one else?" he cut her short. "Absolutely no one." "Henry?" he demanded. "Henry? I should have thought, William, even you" "There is some one," he persisted. "There has been a change in the last few weeks. You owe it to me to be honest, Katharine." "If I could, I would," she replied. "Why did you tell me you w... | thousand faults; but you know they re not everything; you know I care for you." "And if I say that I care for you, don t you believe me?" "Say it, Katharine! Say it as if you meant it! Make me feel that you care for me!" She could not force herself to speak a word. The heather was growing dim around them, and the horiz... | deplorable, but that with clearer eyesight marriage was out of the question? She did not want to marry any one. She wanted to go away by herself, preferably to some bleak northern moor, and there study mathematics and the science of astronomy. Twenty words would explain the whole situation to him. He had ceased to spea... | Night And Day |
"When did you begin to feel this, Katharine?" | William Rodney | two deep, here and there.<|quote|>"When did you begin to feel this, Katharine?"</|quote|>he said; "for it isn | into heaps, a foot or two deep, here and there.<|quote|>"When did you begin to feel this, Katharine?"</|quote|>he said; "for it isn t true to say that | her that they were like the children in the fairy tale who were lost in a wood, and with this in her mind she noticed the scattering of dead leaves all round them which had been blown by the wind into heaps, a foot or two deep, here and there.<|quote|>"When did you begin to feel this, Katharine?"</|quote|>he said; "for... | proposed that they should rest for a moment where the bracken was brown and shriveled beneath an oak-tree. He assented. Once more he gave a great sigh, and wiped his eyes with a childlike unconsciousness, and began to speak without a trace of his previous anger. The idea came to her that they were like the children in ... | another moment she saw that he was in tears. In her bewilderment at this apparition she stood aghast for a second. With a desperate sense that this horror must, at all costs, be stopped, she then put her arms about him, drew his head for a moment upon her shoulder, and led him on, murmuring words of consolation, until ... | arm, and held her hand firmly in his, nor had she the force to resist what now seemed to her his enormously superior strength. Very well; she would submit, as her mother and her aunt and most women, perhaps, had submitted; and yet she knew that every second of such submission to his strength was a second of treachery t... | was deplorable, but that with clearer eyesight marriage was out of the question? She did not want to marry any one. She wanted to go away by herself, preferably to some bleak northern moor, and there study mathematics and the science of astronomy. Twenty words would explain the whole situation to him. He had ceased to ... | for ever. He had taken her arm, and held her hand firmly in his, nor had she the force to resist what now seemed to her his enormously superior strength. Very well; she would submit, as her mother and her aunt and most women, perhaps, had submitted; and yet she knew that every second of such submission to his strength ... | Night And Day |
he said; | No speaker | begin to feel this, Katharine?"<|quote|>he said;</|quote|>"for it isn t true | and there. "When did you begin to feel this, Katharine?"<|quote|>he said;</|quote|>"for it isn t true to say that you ve | the fairy tale who were lost in a wood, and with this in her mind she noticed the scattering of dead leaves all round them which had been blown by the wind into heaps, a foot or two deep, here and there. "When did you begin to feel this, Katharine?"<|quote|>he said;</|quote|>"for it isn t true to say that you ve always... | where the bracken was brown and shriveled beneath an oak-tree. He assented. Once more he gave a great sigh, and wiped his eyes with a childlike unconsciousness, and began to speak without a trace of his previous anger. The idea came to her that they were like the children in the fairy tale who were lost in a wood, and ... | tears. In her bewilderment at this apparition she stood aghast for a second. With a desperate sense that this horror must, at all costs, be stopped, she then put her arms about him, drew his head for a moment upon her shoulder, and led him on, murmuring words of consolation, until he heaved a great sigh. They held fast... | nor had she the force to resist what now seemed to her his enormously superior strength. Very well; she would submit, as her mother and her aunt and most women, perhaps, had submitted; and yet she knew that every second of such submission to his strength was a second of treachery to him. "I did say I would marry you, b... | was out of the question? She did not want to marry any one. She wanted to go away by herself, preferably to some bleak northern moor, and there study mathematics and the science of astronomy. Twenty words would explain the whole situation to him. He had ceased to speak; he had told her once more how he loved her and wh... | her arm, and held her hand firmly in his, nor had she the force to resist what now seemed to her his enormously superior strength. Very well; she would submit, as her mother and her aunt and most women, perhaps, had submitted; and yet she knew that every second of such submission to his strength was a second of treache... | Night And Day |
"for it isn t true to say that you ve always felt it. I admit I was unreasonable the first night when you found that your clothes had been left behind. Still, where s the fault in that? I could promise you never to interfere with your clothes again. I admit I was cross when I found you upstairs with Henry. Perhaps I sh... | William Rodney | feel this, Katharine?" he said;<|quote|>"for it isn t true to say that you ve always felt it. I admit I was unreasonable the first night when you found that your clothes had been left behind. Still, where s the fault in that? I could promise you never to interfere with your clothes again. I admit I was cross when I fou... | "When did you begin to feel this, Katharine?" he said;<|quote|>"for it isn t true to say that you ve always felt it. I admit I was unreasonable the first night when you found that your clothes had been left behind. Still, where s the fault in that? I could promise you never to interfere with your clothes again. I admit... | tale who were lost in a wood, and with this in her mind she noticed the scattering of dead leaves all round them which had been blown by the wind into heaps, a foot or two deep, here and there. "When did you begin to feel this, Katharine?" he said;<|quote|>"for it isn t true to say that you ve always felt it. I admit I... | bracken was brown and shriveled beneath an oak-tree. He assented. Once more he gave a great sigh, and wiped his eyes with a childlike unconsciousness, and began to speak without a trace of his previous anger. The idea came to her that they were like the children in the fairy tale who were lost in a wood, and with this ... | her bewilderment at this apparition she stood aghast for a second. With a desperate sense that this horror must, at all costs, be stopped, she then put her arms about him, drew his head for a moment upon her shoulder, and led him on, murmuring words of consolation, until he heaved a great sigh. They held fast to each o... | she the force to resist what now seemed to her his enormously superior strength. Very well; she would submit, as her mother and her aunt and most women, perhaps, had submitted; and yet she knew that every second of such submission to his strength was a second of treachery to him. "I did say I would marry you, but it wa... | of the question? She did not want to marry any one. She wanted to go away by herself, preferably to some bleak northern moor, and there study mathematics and the science of astronomy. Twenty words would explain the whole situation to him. He had ceased to speak; he had told her once more how he loved her and why. She s... | treachery to him. "I did say I would marry you, but it was wrong," she forced herself to say, and she stiffened her arm as if to annul even the seeming submission of that separate part of her; "for I don t love you, William; you ve noticed it, every one s noticed it; why should we go on pretending? When I told you I lo... | Night And Day |
He broke off, unable for the moment to proceed any further. | No speaker | And now this terrible thing"<|quote|>He broke off, unable for the moment to proceed any further.</|quote|>"This decision you say you | s engaged. Ask your mother. And now this terrible thing"<|quote|>He broke off, unable for the moment to proceed any further.</|quote|>"This decision you say you ve come to have you | fault in that? I could promise you never to interfere with your clothes again. I admit I was cross when I found you upstairs with Henry. Perhaps I showed it too openly. But that s not unreasonable either when one s engaged. Ask your mother. And now this terrible thing"<|quote|>He broke off, unable for the moment to pro... | two deep, here and there. "When did you begin to feel this, Katharine?" he said; "for it isn t true to say that you ve always felt it. I admit I was unreasonable the first night when you found that your clothes had been left behind. Still, where s the fault in that? I could promise you never to interfere with your clot... | in her own limbs, she proposed that they should rest for a moment where the bracken was brown and shriveled beneath an oak-tree. He assented. Once more he gave a great sigh, and wiped his eyes with a childlike unconsciousness, and began to speak without a trace of his previous anger. The idea came to her that they were... | her; "for I don t love you, William; you ve noticed it, every one s noticed it; why should we go on pretending? When I told you I loved you, I was wrong. I said what I knew to be untrue." As none of her words seemed to her at all adequate to represent what she felt, she repeated them, and emphasized them without realiz... | was wrong to get engaged to you. I shall never make you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never," she repeated obstinately. "Not rightly. Don t you see, I didn t know what I was doing?" "You love some one else?" he cut her short. "Absolutely no one." "Henry?" he demanded. "Henry? I should ... | desperate sense that this horror must, at all costs, be stopped, she then put her arms about him, drew his head for a moment upon her shoulder, and led him on, murmuring words of consolation, until he heaved a great sigh. They held fast to each other; her tears, too, ran down her cheeks; and were both quite silent. Not... | Night And Day |
"This decision you say you ve come to have you discussed it with any one? Your mother, for example, or Henry?" | William Rodney | moment to proceed any further.<|quote|>"This decision you say you ve come to have you discussed it with any one? Your mother, for example, or Henry?"</|quote|>"No, no, of course not," | broke off, unable for the moment to proceed any further.<|quote|>"This decision you say you ve come to have you discussed it with any one? Your mother, for example, or Henry?"</|quote|>"No, no, of course not," she said, stirring the leaves | your clothes again. I admit I was cross when I found you upstairs with Henry. Perhaps I showed it too openly. But that s not unreasonable either when one s engaged. Ask your mother. And now this terrible thing" He broke off, unable for the moment to proceed any further.<|quote|>"This decision you say you ve come to hav... | this, Katharine?" he said; "for it isn t true to say that you ve always felt it. I admit I was unreasonable the first night when you found that your clothes had been left behind. Still, where s the fault in that? I could promise you never to interfere with your clothes again. I admit I was cross when I found you upstai... | a moment where the bracken was brown and shriveled beneath an oak-tree. He assented. Once more he gave a great sigh, and wiped his eyes with a childlike unconsciousness, and began to speak without a trace of his previous anger. The idea came to her that they were like the children in the fairy tale who were lost in a w... | it, every one s noticed it; why should we go on pretending? When I told you I loved you, I was wrong. I said what I knew to be untrue." As none of her words seemed to her at all adequate to represent what she felt, she repeated them, and emphasized them without realizing the effect that they might have upon a man who c... | you happy. I have never loved you." "Katharine!" he protested. "No, never," she repeated obstinately. "Not rightly. Don t you see, I didn t know what I was doing?" "You love some one else?" he cut her short. "Absolutely no one." "Henry?" he demanded. "Henry? I should have thought, William, even you" "There is some one,... | represent what she felt, she repeated them, and emphasized them without realizing the effect that they might have upon a man who cared for her. She was completely taken aback by finding her arm suddenly dropped; then she saw his face most strangely contorted; was he laughing, it flashed across her? In another moment sh... | Night And Day |
"No, no, of course not," | Katharine Hilbery | mother, for example, or Henry?"<|quote|>"No, no, of course not,"</|quote|>she said, stirring the leaves | it with any one? Your mother, for example, or Henry?"<|quote|>"No, no, of course not,"</|quote|>she said, stirring the leaves with her hand. "But you | But that s not unreasonable either when one s engaged. Ask your mother. And now this terrible thing" He broke off, unable for the moment to proceed any further. "This decision you say you ve come to have you discussed it with any one? Your mother, for example, or Henry?"<|quote|>"No, no, of course not,"</|quote|>she sa... | unreasonable the first night when you found that your clothes had been left behind. Still, where s the fault in that? I could promise you never to interfere with your clothes again. I admit I was cross when I found you upstairs with Henry. Perhaps I showed it too openly. But that s not unreasonable either when one s en... | and wiped his eyes with a childlike unconsciousness, and began to speak without a trace of his previous anger. The idea came to her that they were like the children in the fairy tale who were lost in a wood, and with this in her mind she noticed the scattering of dead leaves all round them which had been blown by the w... | wrong. I said what I knew to be untrue." As none of her words seemed to her at all adequate to represent what she felt, she repeated them, and emphasized them without realizing the effect that they might have upon a man who cared for her. She was completely taken aback by finding her arm suddenly dropped; then she saw ... | I didn t know what I was doing?" "You love some one else?" he cut her short. "Absolutely no one." "Henry?" he demanded. "Henry? I should have thought, William, even you" "There is some one," he persisted. "There has been a change in the last few weeks. You owe it to me to be honest, Katharine." "If I could, I would," s... | submitted; and yet she knew that every second of such submission to his strength was a second of treachery to him. "I did say I would marry you, but it was wrong," she forced herself to say, and she stiffened her arm as if to annul even the seeming submission of that separate part of her; "for I don t love you, William... | Night And Day |
she said, stirring the leaves with her hand. | No speaker | "No, no, of course not,"<|quote|>she said, stirring the leaves with her hand.</|quote|>"But you don t understand | mother, for example, or Henry?" "No, no, of course not,"<|quote|>she said, stirring the leaves with her hand.</|quote|>"But you don t understand me, William" "Help me to | either when one s engaged. Ask your mother. And now this terrible thing" He broke off, unable for the moment to proceed any further. "This decision you say you ve come to have you discussed it with any one? Your mother, for example, or Henry?" "No, no, of course not,"<|quote|>she said, stirring the leaves with her hand... | you found that your clothes had been left behind. Still, where s the fault in that? I could promise you never to interfere with your clothes again. I admit I was cross when I found you upstairs with Henry. Perhaps I showed it too openly. But that s not unreasonable either when one s engaged. Ask your mother. And now th... | a childlike unconsciousness, and began to speak without a trace of his previous anger. The idea came to her that they were like the children in the fairy tale who were lost in a wood, and with this in her mind she noticed the scattering of dead leaves all round them which had been blown by the wind into heaps, a foot o... | knew to be untrue." As none of her words seemed to her at all adequate to represent what she felt, she repeated them, and emphasized them without realizing the effect that they might have upon a man who cared for her. She was completely taken aback by finding her arm suddenly dropped; then she saw his face most strange... | I was doing?" "You love some one else?" he cut her short. "Absolutely no one." "Henry?" he demanded. "Henry? I should have thought, William, even you" "There is some one," he persisted. "There has been a change in the last few weeks. You owe it to me to be honest, Katharine." "If I could, I would," she replied. "Why di... | what she felt, she repeated them, and emphasized them without realizing the effect that they might have upon a man who cared for her. She was completely taken aback by finding her arm suddenly dropped; then she saw his face most strangely contorted; was he laughing, it flashed across her? In another moment she saw that... | Night And Day |
"But you don t understand me, William" | Katharine Hilbery | the leaves with her hand.<|quote|>"But you don t understand me, William"</|quote|>"Help me to understand you" | course not," she said, stirring the leaves with her hand.<|quote|>"But you don t understand me, William"</|quote|>"Help me to understand you" "You don t understand, I | And now this terrible thing" He broke off, unable for the moment to proceed any further. "This decision you say you ve come to have you discussed it with any one? Your mother, for example, or Henry?" "No, no, of course not," she said, stirring the leaves with her hand.<|quote|>"But you don t understand me, William"</|q... | behind. Still, where s the fault in that? I could promise you never to interfere with your clothes again. I admit I was cross when I found you upstairs with Henry. Perhaps I showed it too openly. But that s not unreasonable either when one s engaged. Ask your mother. And now this terrible thing" He broke off, unable fo... | a trace of his previous anger. The idea came to her that they were like the children in the fairy tale who were lost in a wood, and with this in her mind she noticed the scattering of dead leaves all round them which had been blown by the wind into heaps, a foot or two deep, here and there. "When did you begin to feel ... | words seemed to her at all adequate to represent what she felt, she repeated them, and emphasized them without realizing the effect that they might have upon a man who cared for her. She was completely taken aback by finding her arm suddenly dropped; then she saw his face most strangely contorted; was he laughing, it f... | he cut her short. "Absolutely no one." "Henry?" he demanded. "Henry? I should have thought, William, even you" "There is some one," he persisted. "There has been a change in the last few weeks. You owe it to me to be honest, Katharine." "If I could, I would," she replied. "Why did you tell me you would marry me, then?"... | the fact that he cared for her? What were her virtues in comparison with the fact that she did not care for him? In a flash the conviction that not to care is the uttermost sin of all stamped itself upon her inmost thought; and she felt herself branded for ever. He had taken her arm, and held her hand firmly in his, no... | Night And Day |
"Help me to understand you" | William Rodney | don t understand me, William"<|quote|>"Help me to understand you"</|quote|>"You don t understand, I | with her hand. "But you don t understand me, William"<|quote|>"Help me to understand you"</|quote|>"You don t understand, I mean, my real feelings; how | off, unable for the moment to proceed any further. "This decision you say you ve come to have you discussed it with any one? Your mother, for example, or Henry?" "No, no, of course not," she said, stirring the leaves with her hand. "But you don t understand me, William"<|quote|>"Help me to understand you"</|quote|>"You... | that? I could promise you never to interfere with your clothes again. I admit I was cross when I found you upstairs with Henry. Perhaps I showed it too openly. But that s not unreasonable either when one s engaged. Ask your mother. And now this terrible thing" He broke off, unable for the moment to proceed any further.... | idea came to her that they were like the children in the fairy tale who were lost in a wood, and with this in her mind she noticed the scattering of dead leaves all round them which had been blown by the wind into heaps, a foot or two deep, here and there. "When did you begin to feel this, Katharine?" he said; "for it ... | to represent what she felt, she repeated them, and emphasized them without realizing the effect that they might have upon a man who cared for her. She was completely taken aback by finding her arm suddenly dropped; then she saw his face most strangely contorted; was he laughing, it flashed across her? In another moment... | "Henry?" he demanded. "Henry? I should have thought, William, even you" "There is some one," he persisted. "There has been a change in the last few weeks. You owe it to me to be honest, Katharine." "If I could, I would," she replied. "Why did you tell me you would marry me, then?" he demanded. Why, indeed? A moment of ... | limbs, she proposed that they should rest for a moment where the bracken was brown and shriveled beneath an oak-tree. He assented. Once more he gave a great sigh, and wiped his eyes with a childlike unconsciousness, and began to speak without a trace of his previous anger. The idea came to her that they were like the c... | Night And Day |
"You don t understand, I mean, my real feelings; how could you? I ve only now faced them myself. But I haven t got the sort of feeling love, I mean I don t know what to call it" | Katharine Hilbery | "Help me to understand you"<|quote|>"You don t understand, I mean, my real feelings; how could you? I ve only now faced them myself. But I haven t got the sort of feeling love, I mean I don t know what to call it"</|quote|>she looked vaguely towards the | don t understand me, William" "Help me to understand you"<|quote|>"You don t understand, I mean, my real feelings; how could you? I ve only now faced them myself. But I haven t got the sort of feeling love, I mean I don t know what to call it"</|quote|>she looked vaguely towards the horizon sunk under mist "but, | to proceed any further. "This decision you say you ve come to have you discussed it with any one? Your mother, for example, or Henry?" "No, no, of course not," she said, stirring the leaves with her hand. "But you don t understand me, William" "Help me to understand you"<|quote|>"You don t understand, I mean, my real f... | never to interfere with your clothes again. I admit I was cross when I found you upstairs with Henry. Perhaps I showed it too openly. But that s not unreasonable either when one s engaged. Ask your mother. And now this terrible thing" He broke off, unable for the moment to proceed any further. "This decision you say yo... | they were like the children in the fairy tale who were lost in a wood, and with this in her mind she noticed the scattering of dead leaves all round them which had been blown by the wind into heaps, a foot or two deep, here and there. "When did you begin to feel this, Katharine?" he said; "for it isn t true to say that... | she repeated them, and emphasized them without realizing the effect that they might have upon a man who cared for her. She was completely taken aback by finding her arm suddenly dropped; then she saw his face most strangely contorted; was he laughing, it flashed across her? In another moment she saw that he was in tear... | should have thought, William, even you" "There is some one," he persisted. "There has been a change in the last few weeks. You owe it to me to be honest, Katharine." "If I could, I would," she replied. "Why did you tell me you would marry me, then?" he demanded. Why, indeed? A moment of pessimism, a sudden conviction o... | beneath an oak-tree. He assented. Once more he gave a great sigh, and wiped his eyes with a childlike unconsciousness, and began to speak without a trace of his previous anger. The idea came to her that they were like the children in the fairy tale who were lost in a wood, and with this in her mind she noticed the scat... | Night And Day |
she looked vaguely towards the horizon sunk under mist | No speaker | know what to call it"<|quote|>she looked vaguely towards the horizon sunk under mist</|quote|>"but, anyhow, without it our | I mean I don t know what to call it"<|quote|>she looked vaguely towards the horizon sunk under mist</|quote|>"but, anyhow, without it our marriage would be a farce" | you don t understand me, William" "Help me to understand you" "You don t understand, I mean, my real feelings; how could you? I ve only now faced them myself. But I haven t got the sort of feeling love, I mean I don t know what to call it"<|quote|>she looked vaguely towards the horizon sunk under mist</|quote|>"but, an... | now this terrible thing" He broke off, unable for the moment to proceed any further. "This decision you say you ve come to have you discussed it with any one? Your mother, for example, or Henry?" "No, no, of course not," she said, stirring the leaves with her hand. "But you don t understand me, William" "Help me to und... | heaps, a foot or two deep, here and there. "When did you begin to feel this, Katharine?" he said; "for it isn t true to say that you ve always felt it. I admit I was unreasonable the first night when you found that your clothes had been left behind. Still, where s the fault in that? I could promise you never to interfe... | contorted; was he laughing, it flashed across her? In another moment she saw that he was in tears. In her bewilderment at this apparition she stood aghast for a second. With a desperate sense that this horror must, at all costs, be stopped, she then put her arms about him, drew his head for a moment upon her shoulder, ... | did you tell me you would marry me, then?" he demanded. Why, indeed? A moment of pessimism, a sudden conviction of the undeniable prose of life, a lapse of the illusion which sustains youth midway between heaven and earth, a desperate attempt to reconcile herself with facts she could only recall a moment, as of waking ... | without realizing the effect that they might have upon a man who cared for her. She was completely taken aback by finding her arm suddenly dropped; then she saw his face most strangely contorted; was he laughing, it flashed across her? In another moment she saw that he was in tears. In her bewilderment at this appariti... | Night And Day |
"but, anyhow, without it our marriage would be a farce" | Katharine Hilbery | the horizon sunk under mist<|quote|>"but, anyhow, without it our marriage would be a farce"</|quote|>"How a farce?" he asked. | it" she looked vaguely towards the horizon sunk under mist<|quote|>"but, anyhow, without it our marriage would be a farce"</|quote|>"How a farce?" he asked. "But this kind of analysis | understand you" "You don t understand, I mean, my real feelings; how could you? I ve only now faced them myself. But I haven t got the sort of feeling love, I mean I don t know what to call it" she looked vaguely towards the horizon sunk under mist<|quote|>"but, anyhow, without it our marriage would be a farce"</|quote... | the moment to proceed any further. "This decision you say you ve come to have you discussed it with any one? Your mother, for example, or Henry?" "No, no, of course not," she said, stirring the leaves with her hand. "But you don t understand me, William" "Help me to understand you" "You don t understand, I mean, my rea... | "When did you begin to feel this, Katharine?" he said; "for it isn t true to say that you ve always felt it. I admit I was unreasonable the first night when you found that your clothes had been left behind. Still, where s the fault in that? I could promise you never to interfere with your clothes again. I admit I was c... | another moment she saw that he was in tears. In her bewilderment at this apparition she stood aghast for a second. With a desperate sense that this horror must, at all costs, be stopped, she then put her arms about him, drew his head for a moment upon her shoulder, and led him on, murmuring words of consolation, until ... | he demanded. Why, indeed? A moment of pessimism, a sudden conviction of the undeniable prose of life, a lapse of the illusion which sustains youth midway between heaven and earth, a desperate attempt to reconcile herself with facts she could only recall a moment, as of waking from a dream, which now seemed to her a mom... | would marry you, but it was wrong," she forced herself to say, and she stiffened her arm as if to annul even the seeming submission of that separate part of her; "for I don t love you, William; you ve noticed it, every one s noticed it; why should we go on pretending? When I told you I loved you, I was wrong. I said wh... | Night And Day |
"How a farce?" | William Rodney | marriage would be a farce"<|quote|>"How a farce?"</|quote|>he asked. "But this kind | "but, anyhow, without it our marriage would be a farce"<|quote|>"How a farce?"</|quote|>he asked. "But this kind of analysis is disastrous!" he | feelings; how could you? I ve only now faced them myself. But I haven t got the sort of feeling love, I mean I don t know what to call it" she looked vaguely towards the horizon sunk under mist "but, anyhow, without it our marriage would be a farce"<|quote|>"How a farce?"</|quote|>he asked. "But this kind of analysis i... | you ve come to have you discussed it with any one? Your mother, for example, or Henry?" "No, no, of course not," she said, stirring the leaves with her hand. "But you don t understand me, William" "Help me to understand you" "You don t understand, I mean, my real feelings; how could you? I ve only now faced them myself... | "for it isn t true to say that you ve always felt it. I admit I was unreasonable the first night when you found that your clothes had been left behind. Still, where s the fault in that? I could promise you never to interfere with your clothes again. I admit I was cross when I found you upstairs with Henry. Perhaps I sh... | her bewilderment at this apparition she stood aghast for a second. With a desperate sense that this horror must, at all costs, be stopped, she then put her arms about him, drew his head for a moment upon her shoulder, and led him on, murmuring words of consolation, until he heaved a great sigh. They held fast to each o... | conviction of the undeniable prose of life, a lapse of the illusion which sustains youth midway between heaven and earth, a desperate attempt to reconcile herself with facts she could only recall a moment, as of waking from a dream, which now seemed to her a moment of surrender. But who could give reasons such as these... | were both quite silent. Noticing the difficulty with which he walked, and feeling the same extreme lassitude in her own limbs, she proposed that they should rest for a moment where the bracken was brown and shriveled beneath an oak-tree. He assented. Once more he gave a great sigh, and wiped his eyes with a childlike u... | Night And Day |
he asked. | No speaker | a farce" "How a farce?"<|quote|>he asked.</|quote|>"But this kind of analysis | it our marriage would be a farce" "How a farce?"<|quote|>he asked.</|quote|>"But this kind of analysis is disastrous!" he exclaimed. "I | you? I ve only now faced them myself. But I haven t got the sort of feeling love, I mean I don t know what to call it" she looked vaguely towards the horizon sunk under mist "but, anyhow, without it our marriage would be a farce" "How a farce?"<|quote|>he asked.</|quote|>"But this kind of analysis is disastrous!" he ex... | to have you discussed it with any one? Your mother, for example, or Henry?" "No, no, of course not," she said, stirring the leaves with her hand. "But you don t understand me, William" "Help me to understand you" "You don t understand, I mean, my real feelings; how could you? I ve only now faced them myself. But I have... | t true to say that you ve always felt it. I admit I was unreasonable the first night when you found that your clothes had been left behind. Still, where s the fault in that? I could promise you never to interfere with your clothes again. I admit I was cross when I found you upstairs with Henry. Perhaps I showed it too ... | this apparition she stood aghast for a second. With a desperate sense that this horror must, at all costs, be stopped, she then put her arms about him, drew his head for a moment upon her shoulder, and led him on, murmuring words of consolation, until he heaved a great sigh. They held fast to each other; her tears, too... | undeniable prose of life, a lapse of the illusion which sustains youth midway between heaven and earth, a desperate attempt to reconcile herself with facts she could only recall a moment, as of waking from a dream, which now seemed to her a moment of surrender. But who could give reasons such as these for doing what sh... | did you begin to feel this, Katharine?" he said; "for it isn t true to say that you ve always felt it. I admit I was unreasonable the first night when you found that your clothes had been left behind. Still, where s the fault in that? I could promise you never to interfere with your clothes again. I admit I was cross w... | Night And Day |
"But this kind of analysis is disastrous!" | William Rodney | "How a farce?" he asked.<|quote|>"But this kind of analysis is disastrous!"</|quote|>he exclaimed. "I should have | marriage would be a farce" "How a farce?" he asked.<|quote|>"But this kind of analysis is disastrous!"</|quote|>he exclaimed. "I should have done it before," she said | ve only now faced them myself. But I haven t got the sort of feeling love, I mean I don t know what to call it" she looked vaguely towards the horizon sunk under mist "but, anyhow, without it our marriage would be a farce" "How a farce?" he asked.<|quote|>"But this kind of analysis is disastrous!"</|quote|>he exclaimed... | you discussed it with any one? Your mother, for example, or Henry?" "No, no, of course not," she said, stirring the leaves with her hand. "But you don t understand me, William" "Help me to understand you" "You don t understand, I mean, my real feelings; how could you? I ve only now faced them myself. But I haven t got ... | to say that you ve always felt it. I admit I was unreasonable the first night when you found that your clothes had been left behind. Still, where s the fault in that? I could promise you never to interfere with your clothes again. I admit I was cross when I found you upstairs with Henry. Perhaps I showed it too openly.... | she stood aghast for a second. With a desperate sense that this horror must, at all costs, be stopped, she then put her arms about him, drew his head for a moment upon her shoulder, and led him on, murmuring words of consolation, until he heaved a great sigh. They held fast to each other; her tears, too, ran down her c... | of life, a lapse of the illusion which sustains youth midway between heaven and earth, a desperate attempt to reconcile herself with facts she could only recall a moment, as of waking from a dream, which now seemed to her a moment of surrender. But who could give reasons such as these for doing what she had done? She s... | cheeks; and were both quite silent. Noticing the difficulty with which he walked, and feeling the same extreme lassitude in her own limbs, she proposed that they should rest for a moment where the bracken was brown and shriveled beneath an oak-tree. He assented. Once more he gave a great sigh, and wiped his eyes with a... | Night And Day |
he exclaimed. | No speaker | kind of analysis is disastrous!"<|quote|>he exclaimed.</|quote|>"I should have done it | farce?" he asked. "But this kind of analysis is disastrous!"<|quote|>he exclaimed.</|quote|>"I should have done it before," she said gloomily. "You | I haven t got the sort of feeling love, I mean I don t know what to call it" she looked vaguely towards the horizon sunk under mist "but, anyhow, without it our marriage would be a farce" "How a farce?" he asked. "But this kind of analysis is disastrous!"<|quote|>he exclaimed.</|quote|>"I should have done it before," s... | mother, for example, or Henry?" "No, no, of course not," she said, stirring the leaves with her hand. "But you don t understand me, William" "Help me to understand you" "You don t understand, I mean, my real feelings; how could you? I ve only now faced them myself. But I haven t got the sort of feeling love, I mean I d... | it. I admit I was unreasonable the first night when you found that your clothes had been left behind. Still, where s the fault in that? I could promise you never to interfere with your clothes again. I admit I was cross when I found you upstairs with Henry. Perhaps I showed it too openly. But that s not unreasonable ei... | a desperate sense that this horror must, at all costs, be stopped, she then put her arms about him, drew his head for a moment upon her shoulder, and led him on, murmuring words of consolation, until he heaved a great sigh. They held fast to each other; her tears, too, ran down her cheeks; and were both quite silent. N... | which sustains youth midway between heaven and earth, a desperate attempt to reconcile herself with facts she could only recall a moment, as of waking from a dream, which now seemed to her a moment of surrender. But who could give reasons such as these for doing what she had done? She shook her head very sadly. "But yo... | arms about him, drew his head for a moment upon her shoulder, and led him on, murmuring words of consolation, until he heaved a great sigh. They held fast to each other; her tears, too, ran down her cheeks; and were both quite silent. Noticing the difficulty with which he walked, and feeling the same extreme lassitude ... | Night And Day |
"I should have done it before," | Katharine Hilbery | analysis is disastrous!" he exclaimed.<|quote|>"I should have done it before,"</|quote|>she said gloomily. "You make | asked. "But this kind of analysis is disastrous!" he exclaimed.<|quote|>"I should have done it before,"</|quote|>she said gloomily. "You make yourself think things you don | t got the sort of feeling love, I mean I don t know what to call it" she looked vaguely towards the horizon sunk under mist "but, anyhow, without it our marriage would be a farce" "How a farce?" he asked. "But this kind of analysis is disastrous!" he exclaimed.<|quote|>"I should have done it before,"</|quote|>she said ... | example, or Henry?" "No, no, of course not," she said, stirring the leaves with her hand. "But you don t understand me, William" "Help me to understand you" "You don t understand, I mean, my real feelings; how could you? I ve only now faced them myself. But I haven t got the sort of feeling love, I mean I don t know wh... | admit I was unreasonable the first night when you found that your clothes had been left behind. Still, where s the fault in that? I could promise you never to interfere with your clothes again. I admit I was cross when I found you upstairs with Henry. Perhaps I showed it too openly. But that s not unreasonable either w... | sense that this horror must, at all costs, be stopped, she then put her arms about him, drew his head for a moment upon her shoulder, and led him on, murmuring words of consolation, until he heaved a great sigh. They held fast to each other; her tears, too, ran down her cheeks; and were both quite silent. Noticing the ... | youth midway between heaven and earth, a desperate attempt to reconcile herself with facts she could only recall a moment, as of waking from a dream, which now seemed to her a moment of surrender. But who could give reasons such as these for doing what she had done? She shook her head very sadly. "But you re not a chil... | he heaved a great sigh. They held fast to each other; her tears, too, ran down her cheeks; and were both quite silent. Noticing the difficulty with which he walked, and feeling the same extreme lassitude in her own limbs, she proposed that they should rest for a moment where the bracken was brown and shriveled beneath ... | Night And Day |
she said gloomily. | No speaker | should have done it before,"<|quote|>she said gloomily.</|quote|>"You make yourself think things | is disastrous!" he exclaimed. "I should have done it before,"<|quote|>she said gloomily.</|quote|>"You make yourself think things you don t think," he | love, I mean I don t know what to call it" she looked vaguely towards the horizon sunk under mist "but, anyhow, without it our marriage would be a farce" "How a farce?" he asked. "But this kind of analysis is disastrous!" he exclaimed. "I should have done it before,"<|quote|>she said gloomily.</|quote|>"You make yourse... | course not," she said, stirring the leaves with her hand. "But you don t understand me, William" "Help me to understand you" "You don t understand, I mean, my real feelings; how could you? I ve only now faced them myself. But I haven t got the sort of feeling love, I mean I don t know what to call it" she looked vaguel... | night when you found that your clothes had been left behind. Still, where s the fault in that? I could promise you never to interfere with your clothes again. I admit I was cross when I found you upstairs with Henry. Perhaps I showed it too openly. But that s not unreasonable either when one s engaged. Ask your mother.... | all costs, be stopped, she then put her arms about him, drew his head for a moment upon her shoulder, and led him on, murmuring words of consolation, until he heaved a great sigh. They held fast to each other; her tears, too, ran down her cheeks; and were both quite silent. Noticing the difficulty with which he walked,... | a desperate attempt to reconcile herself with facts she could only recall a moment, as of waking from a dream, which now seemed to her a moment of surrender. But who could give reasons such as these for doing what she had done? She shook her head very sadly. "But you re not a child you re not a woman of moods," Rodney ... | deep, here and there. "When did you begin to feel this, Katharine?" he said; "for it isn t true to say that you ve always felt it. I admit I was unreasonable the first night when you found that your clothes had been left behind. Still, where s the fault in that? I could promise you never to interfere with your clothes ... | Night And Day |
"You make yourself think things you don t think," | William Rodney | it before," she said gloomily.<|quote|>"You make yourself think things you don t think,"</|quote|>he continued, becoming demonstrative with | exclaimed. "I should have done it before," she said gloomily.<|quote|>"You make yourself think things you don t think,"</|quote|>he continued, becoming demonstrative with his hands, as his manner | I don t know what to call it" she looked vaguely towards the horizon sunk under mist "but, anyhow, without it our marriage would be a farce" "How a farce?" he asked. "But this kind of analysis is disastrous!" he exclaimed. "I should have done it before," she said gloomily.<|quote|>"You make yourself think things you do... | said, stirring the leaves with her hand. "But you don t understand me, William" "Help me to understand you" "You don t understand, I mean, my real feelings; how could you? I ve only now faced them myself. But I haven t got the sort of feeling love, I mean I don t know what to call it" she looked vaguely towards the hor... | found that your clothes had been left behind. Still, where s the fault in that? I could promise you never to interfere with your clothes again. I admit I was cross when I found you upstairs with Henry. Perhaps I showed it too openly. But that s not unreasonable either when one s engaged. Ask your mother. And now this t... | stopped, she then put her arms about him, drew his head for a moment upon her shoulder, and led him on, murmuring words of consolation, until he heaved a great sigh. They held fast to each other; her tears, too, ran down her cheeks; and were both quite silent. Noticing the difficulty with which he walked, and feeling t... | to reconcile herself with facts she could only recall a moment, as of waking from a dream, which now seemed to her a moment of surrender. But who could give reasons such as these for doing what she had done? She shook her head very sadly. "But you re not a child you re not a woman of moods," Rodney persisted. "You coul... | wood, and with this in her mind she noticed the scattering of dead leaves all round them which had been blown by the wind into heaps, a foot or two deep, here and there. "When did you begin to feel this, Katharine?" he said; "for it isn t true to say that you ve always felt it. I admit I was unreasonable the first nigh... | Night And Day |
he continued, becoming demonstrative with his hands, as his manner was. | No speaker | things you don t think,"<|quote|>he continued, becoming demonstrative with his hands, as his manner was.</|quote|>"Believe me, Katharine, before we | gloomily. "You make yourself think things you don t think,"<|quote|>he continued, becoming demonstrative with his hands, as his manner was.</|quote|>"Believe me, Katharine, before we came here we were perfectly | looked vaguely towards the horizon sunk under mist "but, anyhow, without it our marriage would be a farce" "How a farce?" he asked. "But this kind of analysis is disastrous!" he exclaimed. "I should have done it before," she said gloomily. "You make yourself think things you don t think,"<|quote|>he continued, becoming... | don t understand me, William" "Help me to understand you" "You don t understand, I mean, my real feelings; how could you? I ve only now faced them myself. But I haven t got the sort of feeling love, I mean I don t know what to call it" she looked vaguely towards the horizon sunk under mist "but, anyhow, without it our ... | where s the fault in that? I could promise you never to interfere with your clothes again. I admit I was cross when I found you upstairs with Henry. Perhaps I showed it too openly. But that s not unreasonable either when one s engaged. Ask your mother. And now this terrible thing" He broke off, unable for the moment to... | his head for a moment upon her shoulder, and led him on, murmuring words of consolation, until he heaved a great sigh. They held fast to each other; her tears, too, ran down her cheeks; and were both quite silent. Noticing the difficulty with which he walked, and feeling the same extreme lassitude in her own limbs, she... | a moment, as of waking from a dream, which now seemed to her a moment of surrender. But who could give reasons such as these for doing what she had done? She shook her head very sadly. "But you re not a child you re not a woman of moods," Rodney persisted. "You couldn t have accepted me if you hadn t loved me!" he crie... | and began to speak without a trace of his previous anger. The idea came to her that they were like the children in the fairy tale who were lost in a wood, and with this in her mind she noticed the scattering of dead leaves all round them which had been blown by the wind into heaps, a foot or two deep, here and there. "... | Night And Day |
"Believe me, Katharine, before we came here we were perfectly happy. You were full of plans for our house the chair-covers, don t you remember? like any other woman who is about to be married. Now, for no reason whatever, you begin to fret about your feeling and about my feeling, with the usual result. I assure you, Ka... | William Rodney | hands, as his manner was.<|quote|>"Believe me, Katharine, before we came here we were perfectly happy. You were full of plans for our house the chair-covers, don t you remember? like any other woman who is about to be married. Now, for no reason whatever, you begin to fret about your feeling and about my feeling, with ... | continued, becoming demonstrative with his hands, as his manner was.<|quote|>"Believe me, Katharine, before we came here we were perfectly happy. You were full of plans for our house the chair-covers, don t you remember? like any other woman who is about to be married. Now, for no reason whatever, you begin to fret abo... | it our marriage would be a farce" "How a farce?" he asked. "But this kind of analysis is disastrous!" he exclaimed. "I should have done it before," she said gloomily. "You make yourself think things you don t think," he continued, becoming demonstrative with his hands, as his manner was.<|quote|>"Believe me, Katharine,... | don t understand, I mean, my real feelings; how could you? I ve only now faced them myself. But I haven t got the sort of feeling love, I mean I don t know what to call it" she looked vaguely towards the horizon sunk under mist "but, anyhow, without it our marriage would be a farce" "How a farce?" he asked. "But this k... | to interfere with your clothes again. I admit I was cross when I found you upstairs with Henry. Perhaps I showed it too openly. But that s not unreasonable either when one s engaged. Ask your mother. And now this terrible thing" He broke off, unable for the moment to proceed any further. "This decision you say you ve c... | on, murmuring words of consolation, until he heaved a great sigh. They held fast to each other; her tears, too, ran down her cheeks; and were both quite silent. Noticing the difficulty with which he walked, and feeling the same extreme lassitude in her own limbs, she proposed that they should rest for a moment where th... | to her a moment of surrender. But who could give reasons such as these for doing what she had done? She shook her head very sadly. "But you re not a child you re not a woman of moods," Rodney persisted. "You couldn t have accepted me if you hadn t loved me!" he cried. A sense of her own misbehavior, which she had succe... | you, I was wrong. I said what I knew to be untrue." As none of her words seemed to her at all adequate to represent what she felt, she repeated them, and emphasized them without realizing the effect that they might have upon a man who cared for her. She was completely taken aback by finding her arm suddenly dropped; th... | Night And Day |
he continued, with his little chuckle, which now sounded almost assured, | No speaker | let you into a secret,"<|quote|>he continued, with his little chuckle, which now sounded almost assured,</|quote|>"I ve often gone home | the same state myself. To let you into a secret,"<|quote|>he continued, with his little chuckle, which now sounded almost assured,</|quote|>"I ve often gone home from seeing you in such | want, if I may say so, is some occupation to take you out of yourself when this morbid mood comes on. If it hadn t been for my poetry, I assure you, I should often have been very much in the same state myself. To let you into a secret,"<|quote|>he continued, with his little chuckle, which now sounded almost assured,</|... | be married. Now, for no reason whatever, you begin to fret about your feeling and about my feeling, with the usual result. I assure you, Katharine, I ve been through it all myself. At one time I was always asking myself absurd questions which came to nothing either. What you want, if I may say so, is some occupation to... | know what to call it" she looked vaguely towards the horizon sunk under mist "but, anyhow, without it our marriage would be a farce" "How a farce?" he asked. "But this kind of analysis is disastrous!" he exclaimed. "I should have done it before," she said gloomily. "You make yourself think things you don t think," he c... | blown by the wind into heaps, a foot or two deep, here and there. "When did you begin to feel this, Katharine?" he said; "for it isn t true to say that you ve always felt it. I admit I was unreasonable the first night when you found that your clothes had been left behind. Still, where s the fault in that? I could promi... | her inmost thought; and she felt herself branded for ever. He had taken her arm, and held her hand firmly in his, nor had she the force to resist what now seemed to her his enormously superior strength. Very well; she would submit, as her mother and her aunt and most women, perhaps, had submitted; and yet she knew that... | you found that your clothes had been left behind. Still, where s the fault in that? I could promise you never to interfere with your clothes again. I admit I was cross when I found you upstairs with Henry. Perhaps I showed it too openly. But that s not unreasonable either when one s engaged. Ask your mother. And now th... | Night And Day |
"I ve often gone home from seeing you in such a state of nerves that I had to force myself to write a page or two before I could get you out of my head. Ask Denham; he ll tell you how he met me one night; he ll tell you what a state he found me in." | William Rodney | which now sounded almost assured,<|quote|>"I ve often gone home from seeing you in such a state of nerves that I had to force myself to write a page or two before I could get you out of my head. Ask Denham; he ll tell you how he met me one night; he ll tell you what a state he found me in."</|quote|>Katharine started w... | continued, with his little chuckle, which now sounded almost assured,<|quote|>"I ve often gone home from seeing you in such a state of nerves that I had to force myself to write a page or two before I could get you out of my head. Ask Denham; he ll tell you how he met me one night; he ll tell you what a state he found ... | you out of yourself when this morbid mood comes on. If it hadn t been for my poetry, I assure you, I should often have been very much in the same state myself. To let you into a secret," he continued, with his little chuckle, which now sounded almost assured,<|quote|>"I ve often gone home from seeing you in such a stat... | about your feeling and about my feeling, with the usual result. I assure you, Katharine, I ve been through it all myself. At one time I was always asking myself absurd questions which came to nothing either. What you want, if I may say so, is some occupation to take you out of yourself when this morbid mood comes on. I... | sunk under mist "but, anyhow, without it our marriage would be a farce" "How a farce?" he asked. "But this kind of analysis is disastrous!" he exclaimed. "I should have done it before," she said gloomily. "You make yourself think things you don t think," he continued, becoming demonstrative with his hands, as his manne... | here and there. "When did you begin to feel this, Katharine?" he said; "for it isn t true to say that you ve always felt it. I admit I was unreasonable the first night when you found that your clothes had been left behind. Still, where s the fault in that? I could promise you never to interfere with your clothes again.... | had taken her arm, and held her hand firmly in his, nor had she the force to resist what now seemed to her his enormously superior strength. Very well; she would submit, as her mother and her aunt and most women, perhaps, had submitted; and yet she knew that every second of such submission to his strength was a second ... | real feelings; how could you? I ve only now faced them myself. But I haven t got the sort of feeling love, I mean I don t know what to call it" she looked vaguely towards the horizon sunk under mist "but, anyhow, without it our marriage would be a farce" "How a farce?" he asked. "But this kind of analysis is disastrous... | Night And Day |
Katharine started with displeasure at the mention of Ralph s name. The thought of the conversation in which her conduct had been made a subject for discussion with Denham roused her anger; but, as she instantly felt, she had scarcely the right to grudge William any use of her name, seeing what her fault against him had... | No speaker | state he found me in."<|quote|>Katharine started with displeasure at the mention of Ralph s name. The thought of the conversation in which her conduct had been made a subject for discussion with Denham roused her anger; but, as she instantly felt, she had scarcely the right to grudge William any use of her name, seeing... | ll tell you what a state he found me in."<|quote|>Katharine started with displeasure at the mention of Ralph s name. The thought of the conversation in which her conduct had been made a subject for discussion with Denham roused her anger; but, as she instantly felt, she had scarcely the right to grudge William any use ... | in such a state of nerves that I had to force myself to write a page or two before I could get you out of my head. Ask Denham; he ll tell you how he met me one night; he ll tell you what a state he found me in."<|quote|>Katharine started with displeasure at the mention of Ralph s name. The thought of the conversation i... | comes on. If it hadn t been for my poetry, I assure you, I should often have been very much in the same state myself. To let you into a secret," he continued, with his little chuckle, which now sounded almost assured, "I ve often gone home from seeing you in such a state of nerves that I had to force myself to write a ... | Katharine, before we came here we were perfectly happy. You were full of plans for our house the chair-covers, don t you remember? like any other woman who is about to be married. Now, for no reason whatever, you begin to fret about your feeling and about my feeling, with the usual result. I assure you, Katharine, I ve... | with your clothes again. I admit I was cross when I found you upstairs with Henry. Perhaps I showed it too openly. But that s not unreasonable either when one s engaged. Ask your mother. And now this terrible thing" He broke off, unable for the moment to proceed any further. "This decision you say you ve come to have y... | a second of treachery to him. "I did say I would marry you, but it was wrong," she forced herself to say, and she stiffened her arm as if to annul even the seeming submission of that separate part of her; "for I don t love you, William; you ve noticed it, every one s noticed it; why should we go on pretending? When I t... | unreasonable either when one s engaged. Ask your mother. And now this terrible thing" He broke off, unable for the moment to proceed any further. "This decision you say you ve come to have you discussed it with any one? Your mother, for example, or Henry?" "No, no, of course not," she said, stirring the leaves with her... | Night And Day |
"She will make a perfect mother a mother of sons," | William Rodney | to be born to them.<|quote|>"She will make a perfect mother a mother of sons,"</|quote|>he thought; but seeing her | of the children who were to be born to them.<|quote|>"She will make a perfect mother a mother of sons,"</|quote|>he thought; but seeing her sitting there, gloomy and silent, | preferred the steady good sense, which had always marked their relationship, to a more romantic bond. But passion she had, he could not deny it, and hitherto he had tried to see it employed in his thoughts upon the lives of the children who were to be born to them.<|quote|>"She will make a perfect mother a mother of so... | had increased, rather to his surprise, in the greater intimacy of their engagement. Beneath her steady, exemplary surface ran a vein of passion which seemed to him now perverse, now completely irrational, for it never took the normal channel of glorification of him and his doings; and, indeed, he almost preferred the s... | some half-sarcastic, half-tolerant phrase which sealed her doom, as far as he was concerned, for ever. Having met him so lately, the sense of his character was strong in her. The thought was not a pleasant one for a proud woman, but she had yet to learn the art of subduing her expression. Her eyes fixed upon the ground... | on. If it hadn t been for my poetry, I assure you, I should often have been very much in the same state myself. To let you into a secret," he continued, with his little chuckle, which now sounded almost assured, "I ve often gone home from seeing you in such a state of nerves that I had to force myself to write a page o... | children in the fairy tale who were lost in a wood, and with this in her mind she noticed the scattering of dead leaves all round them which had been blown by the wind into heaps, a foot or two deep, here and there. "When did you begin to feel this, Katharine?" he said; "for it isn t true to say that you ve always felt... | the usual result. I assure you, Katharine, I ve been through it all myself. At one time I was always asking myself absurd questions which came to nothing either. What you want, if I may say so, is some occupation to take you out of yourself when this morbid mood comes on. If it hadn t been for my poetry, I assure you, ... | Night And Day |
he thought; but seeing her sitting there, gloomy and silent, he began to have his doubts on this point. | No speaker | mother a mother of sons,"<|quote|>he thought; but seeing her sitting there, gloomy and silent, he began to have his doubts on this point.</|quote|>"A farce, a farce," he | "She will make a perfect mother a mother of sons,"<|quote|>he thought; but seeing her sitting there, gloomy and silent, he began to have his doubts on this point.</|quote|>"A farce, a farce," he thought to himself. "She said | relationship, to a more romantic bond. But passion she had, he could not deny it, and hitherto he had tried to see it employed in his thoughts upon the lives of the children who were to be born to them. "She will make a perfect mother a mother of sons,"<|quote|>he thought; but seeing her sitting there, gloomy and silen... | of their engagement. Beneath her steady, exemplary surface ran a vein of passion which seemed to him now perverse, now completely irrational, for it never took the normal channel of glorification of him and his doings; and, indeed, he almost preferred the steady good sense, which had always marked their relationship, t... | as he was concerned, for ever. Having met him so lately, the sense of his character was strong in her. The thought was not a pleasant one for a proud woman, but she had yet to learn the art of subduing her expression. Her eyes fixed upon the ground, her brows drawn together, gave William a very fair picture of the rese... | assure you, I should often have been very much in the same state myself. To let you into a secret," he continued, with his little chuckle, which now sounded almost assured, "I ve often gone home from seeing you in such a state of nerves that I had to force myself to write a page or two before I could get you out of my ... | wood, and with this in her mind she noticed the scattering of dead leaves all round them which had been blown by the wind into heaps, a foot or two deep, here and there. "When did you begin to feel this, Katharine?" he said; "for it isn t true to say that you ve always felt it. I admit I was unreasonable the first nigh... | comes on. If it hadn t been for my poetry, I assure you, I should often have been very much in the same state myself. To let you into a secret," he continued, with his little chuckle, which now sounded almost assured, "I ve often gone home from seeing you in such a state of nerves that I had to force myself to write a ... | Night And Day |
"A farce, a farce," | William Rodney | his doubts on this point.<|quote|>"A farce, a farce,"</|quote|>he thought to himself. "She | silent, he began to have his doubts on this point.<|quote|>"A farce, a farce,"</|quote|>he thought to himself. "She said that our marriage would | tried to see it employed in his thoughts upon the lives of the children who were to be born to them. "She will make a perfect mother a mother of sons," he thought; but seeing her sitting there, gloomy and silent, he began to have his doubts on this point.<|quote|>"A farce, a farce,"</|quote|>he thought to himself. "She... | now completely irrational, for it never took the normal channel of glorification of him and his doings; and, indeed, he almost preferred the steady good sense, which had always marked their relationship, to a more romantic bond. But passion she had, he could not deny it, and hitherto he had tried to see it employed in ... | her. The thought was not a pleasant one for a proud woman, but she had yet to learn the art of subduing her expression. Her eyes fixed upon the ground, her brows drawn together, gave William a very fair picture of the resentment that she was forcing herself to control. A certain degree of apprehension, occasionally cul... | secret," he continued, with his little chuckle, which now sounded almost assured, "I ve often gone home from seeing you in such a state of nerves that I had to force myself to write a page or two before I could get you out of my head. Ask Denham; he ll tell you how he met me one night; he ll tell you what a state he fo... | been blown by the wind into heaps, a foot or two deep, here and there. "When did you begin to feel this, Katharine?" he said; "for it isn t true to say that you ve always felt it. I admit I was unreasonable the first night when you found that your clothes had been left behind. Still, where s the fault in that? I could ... | to force myself to write a page or two before I could get you out of my head. Ask Denham; he ll tell you how he met me one night; he ll tell you what a state he found me in." Katharine started with displeasure at the mention of Ralph s name. The thought of the conversation in which her conduct had been made a subject f... | Night And Day |
he thought to himself. | No speaker | point. "A farce, a farce,"<|quote|>he thought to himself.</|quote|>"She said that our marriage | have his doubts on this point. "A farce, a farce,"<|quote|>he thought to himself.</|quote|>"She said that our marriage would be a farce," and | employed in his thoughts upon the lives of the children who were to be born to them. "She will make a perfect mother a mother of sons," he thought; but seeing her sitting there, gloomy and silent, he began to have his doubts on this point. "A farce, a farce,"<|quote|>he thought to himself.</|quote|>"She said that our m... | it never took the normal channel of glorification of him and his doings; and, indeed, he almost preferred the steady good sense, which had always marked their relationship, to a more romantic bond. But passion she had, he could not deny it, and hitherto he had tried to see it employed in his thoughts upon the lives of ... | not a pleasant one for a proud woman, but she had yet to learn the art of subduing her expression. Her eyes fixed upon the ground, her brows drawn together, gave William a very fair picture of the resentment that she was forcing herself to control. A certain degree of apprehension, occasionally culminating in a kind of... | his little chuckle, which now sounded almost assured, "I ve often gone home from seeing you in such a state of nerves that I had to force myself to write a page or two before I could get you out of my head. Ask Denham; he ll tell you how he met me one night; he ll tell you what a state he found me in." Katharine starte... | wind into heaps, a foot or two deep, here and there. "When did you begin to feel this, Katharine?" he said; "for it isn t true to say that you ve always felt it. I admit I was unreasonable the first night when you found that your clothes had been left behind. Still, where s the fault in that? I could promise you never ... | ll tell you how he met me one night; he ll tell you what a state he found me in." Katharine started with displeasure at the mention of Ralph s name. The thought of the conversation in which her conduct had been made a subject for discussion with Denham roused her anger; but, as she instantly felt, she had scarcely the ... | Night And Day |
"She said that our marriage would be a farce," | William Rodney | farce," he thought to himself.<|quote|>"She said that our marriage would be a farce,"</|quote|>and he became suddenly aware | this point. "A farce, a farce," he thought to himself.<|quote|>"She said that our marriage would be a farce,"</|quote|>and he became suddenly aware of their situation, sitting upon | upon the lives of the children who were to be born to them. "She will make a perfect mother a mother of sons," he thought; but seeing her sitting there, gloomy and silent, he began to have his doubts on this point. "A farce, a farce," he thought to himself.<|quote|>"She said that our marriage would be a farce,"</|quote... | normal channel of glorification of him and his doings; and, indeed, he almost preferred the steady good sense, which had always marked their relationship, to a more romantic bond. But passion she had, he could not deny it, and hitherto he had tried to see it employed in his thoughts upon the lives of the children who w... | for a proud woman, but she had yet to learn the art of subduing her expression. Her eyes fixed upon the ground, her brows drawn together, gave William a very fair picture of the resentment that she was forcing herself to control. A certain degree of apprehension, occasionally culminating in a kind of fear, had always e... | now sounded almost assured, "I ve often gone home from seeing you in such a state of nerves that I had to force myself to write a page or two before I could get you out of my head. Ask Denham; he ll tell you how he met me one night; he ll tell you what a state he found me in." Katharine started with displeasure at the ... | foot or two deep, here and there. "When did you begin to feel this, Katharine?" he said; "for it isn t true to say that you ve always felt it. I admit I was unreasonable the first night when you found that your clothes had been left behind. Still, where s the fault in that? I could promise you never to interfere with y... | the chair-covers, don t you remember? like any other woman who is about to be married. Now, for no reason whatever, you begin to fret about your feeling and about my feeling, with the usual result. I assure you, Katharine, I ve been through it all myself. At one time I was always asking myself absurd questions which ca... | Night And Day |
and he became suddenly aware of their situation, sitting upon the ground, among the dead leaves, not fifty yards from the main road, so that it was quite possible for some one passing to see and recognize them. He brushed off his face any trace that might remain of that unseemly exhibition of emotion. But he was more t... | No speaker | marriage would be a farce,"<|quote|>and he became suddenly aware of their situation, sitting upon the ground, among the dead leaves, not fifty yards from the main road, so that it was quite possible for some one passing to see and recognize them. He brushed off his face any trace that might remain of that unseemly exhi... | himself. "She said that our marriage would be a farce,"<|quote|>and he became suddenly aware of their situation, sitting upon the ground, among the dead leaves, not fifty yards from the main road, so that it was quite possible for some one passing to see and recognize them. He brushed off his face any trace that might ... | be born to them. "She will make a perfect mother a mother of sons," he thought; but seeing her sitting there, gloomy and silent, he began to have his doubts on this point. "A farce, a farce," he thought to himself. "She said that our marriage would be a farce,"<|quote|>and he became suddenly aware of their situation, s... | and, indeed, he almost preferred the steady good sense, which had always marked their relationship, to a more romantic bond. But passion she had, he could not deny it, and hitherto he had tried to see it employed in his thoughts upon the lives of the children who were to be born to them. "She will make a perfect mother... | learn the art of subduing her expression. Her eyes fixed upon the ground, her brows drawn together, gave William a very fair picture of the resentment that she was forcing herself to control. A certain degree of apprehension, occasionally culminating in a kind of fear, had always entered into his love for her, and had ... | from seeing you in such a state of nerves that I had to force myself to write a page or two before I could get you out of my head. Ask Denham; he ll tell you how he met me one night; he ll tell you what a state he found me in." Katharine started with displeasure at the mention of Ralph s name. The thought of the conver... | you begin to feel this, Katharine?" he said; "for it isn t true to say that you ve always felt it. I admit I was unreasonable the first night when you found that your clothes had been left behind. Still, where s the fault in that? I could promise you never to interfere with your clothes again. I admit I was cross when ... | a farce" "How a farce?" he asked. "But this kind of analysis is disastrous!" he exclaimed. "I should have done it before," she said gloomily. "You make yourself think things you don t think," he continued, becoming demonstrative with his hands, as his manner was. "Believe me, Katharine, before we came here we were perf... | Night And Day |
"William," | Katharine Hilbery | gesture of a lonely man.<|quote|>"William,"</|quote|>she said, "I will marry | seeing in that action the gesture of a lonely man.<|quote|>"William,"</|quote|>she said, "I will marry you. I will try to | a distressingly ill-ordered scene, he rose abruptly and helped Katharine to her feet. She smiled a little at the minute care with which he tidied her and yet, when he brushed the dead leaves from his own coat, she flinched, seeing in that action the gesture of a lonely man.<|quote|>"William,"</|quote|>she said, "I will... | trifles drew his attention strangely from his own doubtful and uneasy state of mind; for relief, mixing itself with pain, stirred up a most curious hurry and tumult in his breast, almost concealing his first sharp sense of bleak and overwhelming disappointment. In order to relieve this restlessness and close a distress... | concerned, and especially if the women happened to be in any way connected with him. He noticed with distress the long strand of dark hair touching her shoulder and two or three dead beech-leaves attached to her dress; but to recall her mind in their present circumstances to a sense of these details was impossible. She... | indeed, he almost preferred the steady good sense, which had always marked their relationship, to a more romantic bond. But passion she had, he could not deny it, and hitherto he had tried to see it employed in his thoughts upon the lives of the children who were to be born to them. "She will make a perfect mother a mo... | feeling, with the usual result. I assure you, Katharine, I ve been through it all myself. At one time I was always asking myself absurd questions which came to nothing either. What you want, if I may say so, is some occupation to take you out of yourself when this morbid mood comes on. If it hadn t been for my poetry, ... | to control. A certain degree of apprehension, occasionally culminating in a kind of fear, had always entered into his love for her, and had increased, rather to his surprise, in the greater intimacy of their engagement. Beneath her steady, exemplary surface ran a vein of passion which seemed to him now perverse, now co... | Night And Day |
she said, | No speaker | of a lonely man. "William,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"I will marry you. I | in that action the gesture of a lonely man. "William,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"I will marry you. I will try to make you | distressingly ill-ordered scene, he rose abruptly and helped Katharine to her feet. She smiled a little at the minute care with which he tidied her and yet, when he brushed the dead leaves from his own coat, she flinched, seeing in that action the gesture of a lonely man. "William,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"I will m... | drew his attention strangely from his own doubtful and uneasy state of mind; for relief, mixing itself with pain, stirred up a most curious hurry and tumult in his breast, almost concealing his first sharp sense of bleak and overwhelming disappointment. In order to relieve this restlessness and close a distressingly il... | and especially if the women happened to be in any way connected with him. He noticed with distress the long strand of dark hair touching her shoulder and two or three dead beech-leaves attached to her dress; but to recall her mind in their present circumstances to a sense of these details was impossible. She sat there,... | he almost preferred the steady good sense, which had always marked their relationship, to a more romantic bond. But passion she had, he could not deny it, and hitherto he had tried to see it employed in his thoughts upon the lives of the children who were to be born to them. "She will make a perfect mother a mother of ... | with the usual result. I assure you, Katharine, I ve been through it all myself. At one time I was always asking myself absurd questions which came to nothing either. What you want, if I may say so, is some occupation to take you out of yourself when this morbid mood comes on. If it hadn t been for my poetry, I assure ... | never took the normal channel of glorification of him and his doings; and, indeed, he almost preferred the steady good sense, which had always marked their relationship, to a more romantic bond. But passion she had, he could not deny it, and hitherto he had tried to see it employed in his thoughts upon the lives of the... | Night And Day |
"I will marry you. I will try to make you happy." | Katharine Hilbery | lonely man. "William," she said,<|quote|>"I will marry you. I will try to make you happy."</|quote|>CHAPTER XIX The afternoon was | action the gesture of a lonely man. "William," she said,<|quote|>"I will marry you. I will try to make you happy."</|quote|>CHAPTER XIX The afternoon was already growing dark when the | scene, he rose abruptly and helped Katharine to her feet. She smiled a little at the minute care with which he tidied her and yet, when he brushed the dead leaves from his own coat, she flinched, seeing in that action the gesture of a lonely man. "William," she said,<|quote|>"I will marry you. I will try to make you ha... | attention strangely from his own doubtful and uneasy state of mind; for relief, mixing itself with pain, stirred up a most curious hurry and tumult in his breast, almost concealing his first sharp sense of bleak and overwhelming disappointment. In order to relieve this restlessness and close a distressingly ill-ordered... | if the women happened to be in any way connected with him. He noticed with distress the long strand of dark hair touching her shoulder and two or three dead beech-leaves attached to her dress; but to recall her mind in their present circumstances to a sense of these details was impossible. She sat there, seeming uncons... | preferred the steady good sense, which had always marked their relationship, to a more romantic bond. But passion she had, he could not deny it, and hitherto he had tried to see it employed in his thoughts upon the lives of the children who were to be born to them. "She will make a perfect mother a mother of sons," he ... | usual result. I assure you, Katharine, I ve been through it all myself. At one time I was always asking myself absurd questions which came to nothing either. What you want, if I may say so, is some occupation to take you out of yourself when this morbid mood comes on. If it hadn t been for my poetry, I assure you, I sh... | what her fault against him had been from first to last. And yet Denham! She had a view of him as a judge. She figured him sternly weighing instances of her levity in this masculine court of inquiry into feminine morality and gruffly dismissing both her and her family with some half-sarcastic, half-tolerant phrase which... | Night And Day |
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