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"But I refuse I refuse to hate any one," | Mary Datchet | denounced him for his cruelty.<|quote|>"But I refuse I refuse to hate any one,"</|quote|>she said aloud; chose the | she turned upon him and denounced him for his cruelty.<|quote|>"But I refuse I refuse to hate any one,"</|quote|>she said aloud; chose the moment to cross the road | But she was dismayed to find how quickly her passions leapt forward the moment she sanctioned this line of thought. Now she was identified with him and rethought his thoughts with complete self-surrender; now, with a sudden cleavage of spirit, she turned upon him and denounced him for his cruelty.<|quote|>"But I refuse... | of the new plan in her mind, not without a grim satisfaction. "Now," she said to herself, rising from her seat, "I ll think of Ralph." Where was he to be placed in the new scale of life? Her exalted mood seemed to make it safe to handle the question. But she was dismayed to find how quickly her passions leapt forward t... | of one of London s heroes upon the Embankment, and spoke the words aloud. To her they represented the rare flower or splinter of rock brought down by a climber in proof that he has stood for a moment, at least, upon the highest peak of the mountain. She had been up there and seen the world spread to the horizon. It was... | passed to a conception of the scheme of things in which, as a human being, she must have her share. She half held a vision; the vision shaped and dwindled. She wished she had a pencil and a piece of paper to help her to give a form to this conception which composed itself as she walked down the Charing Cross Road. But ... | confidence in the necessity of your own activities, which to me seem as futile as the buzzing of a belated blue-bottle." She said nothing of the kind, however, and the presence of industry which she preserved so long as Mrs. Seal was in the room served to set her brain in motion, so that she dispatched her morning s wo... | from one crest to another, as she shaped her conception of life in this world, only two articulate words escaped her, muttered beneath her breath "Not happiness not happiness." She sat down on a seat opposite the statue of one of London s heroes upon the Embankment, and spoke the words aloud. To her they represented th... | Night And Day |
she said aloud; chose the moment to cross the road with circumspection, and ten minutes later lunched in the Strand, cutting her meat firmly into small pieces, but giving her fellow-diners no further cause to judge her eccentric. Her soliloquy crystallized itself into little fragmentary phrases emerging suddenly from t... | No speaker | refuse to hate any one,"<|quote|>she said aloud; chose the moment to cross the road with circumspection, and ten minutes later lunched in the Strand, cutting her meat firmly into small pieces, but giving her fellow-diners no further cause to judge her eccentric. Her soliloquy crystallized itself into little fragmentary... | cruelty. "But I refuse I refuse to hate any one,"<|quote|>she said aloud; chose the moment to cross the road with circumspection, and ten minutes later lunched in the Strand, cutting her meat firmly into small pieces, but giving her fellow-diners no further cause to judge her eccentric. Her soliloquy crystallized itsel... | passions leapt forward the moment she sanctioned this line of thought. Now she was identified with him and rethought his thoughts with complete self-surrender; now, with a sudden cleavage of spirit, she turned upon him and denounced him for his cruelty. "But I refuse I refuse to hate any one,"<|quote|>she said aloud; c... | a grim satisfaction. "Now," she said to herself, rising from her seat, "I ll think of Ralph." Where was he to be placed in the new scale of life? Her exalted mood seemed to make it safe to handle the question. But she was dismayed to find how quickly her passions leapt forward the moment she sanctioned this line of tho... | and spoke the words aloud. To her they represented the rare flower or splinter of rock brought down by a climber in proof that he has stood for a moment, at least, upon the highest peak of the mountain. She had been up there and seen the world spread to the horizon. It was now necessary to alter her course to some exte... | in which, as a human being, she must have her share. She half held a vision; the vision shaped and dwindled. She wished she had a pencil and a piece of paper to help her to give a form to this conception which composed itself as she walked down the Charing Cross Road. But if she talked to any one, the conception might ... | to me seem as futile as the buzzing of a belated blue-bottle." She said nothing of the kind, however, and the presence of industry which she preserved so long as Mrs. Seal was in the room served to set her brain in motion, so that she dispatched her morning s work much as usual. At one o clock she was surprised to find... | bad. And this essential thing? In the eyes of every single person she detected a flame; as if a spark in the brain ignited spontaneously at contact with the things they met and drove them on. The young women looking into the milliners windows had that look in their eyes; and elderly men turning over books in the second... | Night And Day |
"To know the truth to accept without bitterness" | Mary Datchet | or to choose a turning.<|quote|>"To know the truth to accept without bitterness"</|quote|>those, perhaps, were the most | to move, to count money, or to choose a turning.<|quote|>"To know the truth to accept without bitterness"</|quote|>those, perhaps, were the most articulate of her utterances, for | small pieces, but giving her fellow-diners no further cause to judge her eccentric. Her soliloquy crystallized itself into little fragmentary phrases emerging suddenly from the turbulence of her thought, particularly when she had to exert herself in any way, either to move, to count money, or to choose a turning.<|quot... | with a sudden cleavage of spirit, she turned upon him and denounced him for his cruelty. "But I refuse I refuse to hate any one," she said aloud; chose the moment to cross the road with circumspection, and ten minutes later lunched in the Strand, cutting her meat firmly into small pieces, but giving her fellow-diners n... | those exposed and desolate stations which are shunned naturally by happy people. She arranged the details of the new plan in her mind, not without a grim satisfaction. "Now," she said to herself, rising from her seat, "I ll think of Ralph." Where was he to be placed in the new scale of life? Her exalted mood seemed to ... | life until death in a way which satisfied her sense of harmony. It only needed a persistent effort of thought, stimulated in this strange way by the crowd and the noise, to climb the crest of existence and see it all laid out once and for ever. Already her suffering as an individual was left behind her. Of this process... | hat on she determined to lunch at a shop in the Strand, so as to set that other piece of mechanism, her body, into action. With a brain working and a body working one could keep step with the crowd and never be found out for the hollow machine, lacking the essential thing, that one was conscious of being. She considere... | too. But she cared nothing at all for clothes or for money either. Books she shrank from, for they were connected too closely with Ralph. She kept on her way resolutely through the crowd of people, among whom she was so much of an alien, feeling them cleave and give way before her. Strange thoughts are bred in passing ... | Night And Day |
those, perhaps, were the most articulate of her utterances, for no one could have made head or tail of the queer gibberish murmured in front of the statue of Francis, Duke of Bedford, save that the name of Ralph occurred frequently in very strange connections, as if, having spoken it, she wished, superstitiously, to ca... | No speaker | truth to accept without bitterness"<|quote|>those, perhaps, were the most articulate of her utterances, for no one could have made head or tail of the queer gibberish murmured in front of the statue of Francis, Duke of Bedford, save that the name of Ralph occurred frequently in very strange connections, as if, having s... | a turning. "To know the truth to accept without bitterness"<|quote|>those, perhaps, were the most articulate of her utterances, for no one could have made head or tail of the queer gibberish murmured in front of the statue of Francis, Duke of Bedford, save that the name of Ralph occurred frequently in very strange conn... | cause to judge her eccentric. Her soliloquy crystallized itself into little fragmentary phrases emerging suddenly from the turbulence of her thought, particularly when she had to exert herself in any way, either to move, to count money, or to choose a turning. "To know the truth to accept without bitterness"<|quote|>th... | upon him and denounced him for his cruelty. "But I refuse I refuse to hate any one," she said aloud; chose the moment to cross the road with circumspection, and ten minutes later lunched in the Strand, cutting her meat firmly into small pieces, but giving her fellow-diners no further cause to judge her eccentric. Her s... | naturally by happy people. She arranged the details of the new plan in her mind, not without a grim satisfaction. "Now," she said to herself, rising from her seat, "I ll think of Ralph." Where was he to be placed in the new scale of life? Her exalted mood seemed to make it safe to handle the question. But she was disma... | her sense of harmony. It only needed a persistent effort of thought, stimulated in this strange way by the crowd and the noise, to climb the crest of existence and see it all laid out once and for ever. Already her suffering as an individual was left behind her. Of this process, which was to her so full of effort, whic... | shop in the Strand, so as to set that other piece of mechanism, her body, into action. With a brain working and a body working one could keep step with the crowd and never be found out for the hollow machine, lacking the essential thing, that one was conscious of being. She considered her case as she walked down the Ch... | itself as she walked down the Charing Cross Road. But if she talked to any one, the conception might escape her. Her vision seemed to lay out the lines of her life until death in a way which satisfied her sense of harmony. It only needed a persistent effort of thought, stimulated in this strange way by the crowd and th... | Night And Day |
"I m frightfully lazy this afternoon," | Mary Datchet | denied that she was indisposed.<|quote|>"I m frightfully lazy this afternoon,"</|quote|>she added, with a glance | rousing herself with an effort, denied that she was indisposed.<|quote|>"I m frightfully lazy this afternoon,"</|quote|>she added, with a glance at her table. "You must | drawn her chair to the window, and, having lit the gas, she raised herself from a stooping posture and looked at her. The most obvious reason for such an attitude in a secretary was some kind of indisposition. But Mary, rousing herself with an effort, denied that she was indisposed.<|quote|>"I m frightfully lazy this a... | by one s personal adventures, remote as the stars, unquenchable as they are. While Mary Datchet was undergoing this curious transformation from the particular to the universal, Mrs. Seal remembered her duties with regard to the kettle and the gas-fire. She was a little surprised to find that Mary had drawn her chair to... | was by no means out of keeping with her thoughts. She saw to the remote spaces behind the strife of the foreground, enabled now to gaze there, since she had renounced her own demands, privileged to see the larger view, to share the vast desires and sufferings of the mass of mankind. She had been too lately and too roug... | move, to count money, or to choose a turning. "To know the truth to accept without bitterness" those, perhaps, were the most articulate of her utterances, for no one could have made head or tail of the queer gibberish murmured in front of the statue of Francis, Duke of Bedford, save that the name of Ralph occurred freq... | vision seemed to lay out the lines of her life until death in a way which satisfied her sense of harmony. It only needed a persistent effort of thought, stimulated in this strange way by the crowd and the noise, to climb the crest of existence and see it all laid out once and for ever. Already her suffering as an indiv... | said to herself, rising from her seat, "I ll think of Ralph." Where was he to be placed in the new scale of life? Her exalted mood seemed to make it safe to handle the question. But she was dismayed to find how quickly her passions leapt forward the moment she sanctioned this line of thought. Now she was identified wit... | Night And Day |
she added, with a glance at her table. | No speaker | m frightfully lazy this afternoon,"<|quote|>she added, with a glance at her table.</|quote|>"You must really get another | that she was indisposed. "I m frightfully lazy this afternoon,"<|quote|>she added, with a glance at her table.</|quote|>"You must really get another secretary, Sally." The words were | and, having lit the gas, she raised herself from a stooping posture and looked at her. The most obvious reason for such an attitude in a secretary was some kind of indisposition. But Mary, rousing herself with an effort, denied that she was indisposed. "I m frightfully lazy this afternoon,"<|quote|>she added, with a gl... | as the stars, unquenchable as they are. While Mary Datchet was undergoing this curious transformation from the particular to the universal, Mrs. Seal remembered her duties with regard to the kettle and the gas-fire. She was a little surprised to find that Mary had drawn her chair to the window, and, having lit the gas,... | keeping with her thoughts. She saw to the remote spaces behind the strife of the foreground, enabled now to gaze there, since she had renounced her own demands, privileged to see the larger view, to share the vast desires and sufferings of the mass of mankind. She had been too lately and too roughly mastered by facts t... | choose a turning. "To know the truth to accept without bitterness" those, perhaps, were the most articulate of her utterances, for no one could have made head or tail of the queer gibberish murmured in front of the statue of Francis, Duke of Bedford, save that the name of Ralph occurred frequently in very strange conne... | lines of her life until death in a way which satisfied her sense of harmony. It only needed a persistent effort of thought, stimulated in this strange way by the crowd and the noise, to climb the crest of existence and see it all laid out once and for ever. Already her suffering as an individual was left behind her. Of... | across the square, for, after writing a few words, her pen rested upon the paper, and her mind pursued its own journey among the sun-blazoned windows and the drifts of purplish smoke which formed her view. And, indeed, this background was by no means out of keeping with her thoughts. She saw to the remote spaces behind... | Night And Day |
"You must really get another secretary, Sally." | Mary Datchet | a glance at her table.<|quote|>"You must really get another secretary, Sally."</|quote|>The words were meant to | this afternoon," she added, with a glance at her table.<|quote|>"You must really get another secretary, Sally."</|quote|>The words were meant to be taken lightly, but something | from a stooping posture and looked at her. The most obvious reason for such an attitude in a secretary was some kind of indisposition. But Mary, rousing herself with an effort, denied that she was indisposed. "I m frightfully lazy this afternoon," she added, with a glance at her table.<|quote|>"You must really get anot... | Mary Datchet was undergoing this curious transformation from the particular to the universal, Mrs. Seal remembered her duties with regard to the kettle and the gas-fire. She was a little surprised to find that Mary had drawn her chair to the window, and, having lit the gas, she raised herself from a stooping posture an... | remote spaces behind the strife of the foreground, enabled now to gaze there, since she had renounced her own demands, privileged to see the larger view, to share the vast desires and sufferings of the mass of mankind. She had been too lately and too roughly mastered by facts to take an easy pleasure in the relief of r... | accept without bitterness" those, perhaps, were the most articulate of her utterances, for no one could have made head or tail of the queer gibberish murmured in front of the statue of Francis, Duke of Bedford, save that the name of Ralph occurred frequently in very strange connections, as if, having spoken it, she wis... | way which satisfied her sense of harmony. It only needed a persistent effort of thought, stimulated in this strange way by the crowd and the noise, to climb the crest of existence and see it all laid out once and for ever. Already her suffering as an individual was left behind her. Of this process, which was to her so ... | spoken it, she wished, superstitiously, to cancel it by adding some other word that robbed the sentence with his name in it of any meaning. Those champions of the cause of women, Mr. Clacton and Mrs. Seal, did not perceive anything strange in Mary s behavior, save that she was almost half an hour later than usual in co... | Night And Day |
The words were meant to be taken lightly, but something in the tone of them roused a jealous fear which was always dormant in Mrs. Seal s breast. She was terribly afraid that one of these days Mary, the young woman who typified so many rather sentimental and enthusiastic ideas, who had some sort of visionary existence ... | No speaker | really get another secretary, Sally."<|quote|>The words were meant to be taken lightly, but something in the tone of them roused a jealous fear which was always dormant in Mrs. Seal s breast. She was terribly afraid that one of these days Mary, the young woman who typified so many rather sentimental and enthusiastic id... | at her table. "You must really get another secretary, Sally."<|quote|>The words were meant to be taken lightly, but something in the tone of them roused a jealous fear which was always dormant in Mrs. Seal s breast. She was terribly afraid that one of these days Mary, the young woman who typified so many rather sentime... | her. The most obvious reason for such an attitude in a secretary was some kind of indisposition. But Mary, rousing herself with an effort, denied that she was indisposed. "I m frightfully lazy this afternoon," she added, with a glance at her table. "You must really get another secretary, Sally."<|quote|>The words were ... | from the particular to the universal, Mrs. Seal remembered her duties with regard to the kettle and the gas-fire. She was a little surprised to find that Mary had drawn her chair to the window, and, having lit the gas, she raised herself from a stooping posture and looked at her. The most obvious reason for such an att... | foreground, enabled now to gaze there, since she had renounced her own demands, privileged to see the larger view, to share the vast desires and sufferings of the mass of mankind. She had been too lately and too roughly mastered by facts to take an easy pleasure in the relief of renunciation; such satisfaction as she f... | most articulate of her utterances, for no one could have made head or tail of the queer gibberish murmured in front of the statue of Francis, Duke of Bedford, save that the name of Ralph occurred frequently in very strange connections, as if, having spoken it, she wished, superstitiously, to cancel it by adding some ot... | It only needed a persistent effort of thought, stimulated in this strange way by the crowd and the noise, to climb the crest of existence and see it all laid out once and for ever. Already her suffering as an individual was left behind her. Of this process, which was to her so full of effort, which comprised infinitely... | forward the moment she sanctioned this line of thought. Now she was identified with him and rethought his thoughts with complete self-surrender; now, with a sudden cleavage of spirit, she turned upon him and denounced him for his cruelty. "But I refuse I refuse to hate any one," she said aloud; chose the moment to cros... | Night And Day |
"You don t mean that you re going to leave us?" | Mrs. Seal | was about to be married.<|quote|>"You don t mean that you re going to leave us?"</|quote|>she said. "I ve not | a jaunty way, that she was about to be married.<|quote|>"You don t mean that you re going to leave us?"</|quote|>she said. "I ve not made up my mind about | terribly afraid that one of these days Mary, the young woman who typified so many rather sentimental and enthusiastic ideas, who had some sort of visionary existence in white with a sheaf of lilies in her hand, would announce, in a jaunty way, that she was about to be married.<|quote|>"You don t mean that you re going ... | m frightfully lazy this afternoon," she added, with a glance at her table. "You must really get another secretary, Sally." The words were meant to be taken lightly, but something in the tone of them roused a jealous fear which was always dormant in Mrs. Seal s breast. She was terribly afraid that one of these days Mary... | one s personal adventures, remote as the stars, unquenchable as they are. While Mary Datchet was undergoing this curious transformation from the particular to the universal, Mrs. Seal remembered her duties with regard to the kettle and the gas-fire. She was a little surprised to find that Mary had drawn her chair to th... | Seal, did not perceive anything strange in Mary s behavior, save that she was almost half an hour later than usual in coming back to the office. Happily, their own affairs kept them busy, and she was free from their inspection. If they had surprised her they would have found her lost, apparently, in admiration of the l... | world, only two articulate words escaped her, muttered beneath her breath "Not happiness not happiness." She sat down on a seat opposite the statue of one of London s heroes upon the Embankment, and spoke the words aloud. To her they represented the rare flower or splinter of rock brought down by a climber in proof tha... | accept without bitterness" those, perhaps, were the most articulate of her utterances, for no one could have made head or tail of the queer gibberish murmured in front of the statue of Francis, Duke of Bedford, save that the name of Ralph occurred frequently in very strange connections, as if, having spoken it, she wis... | Night And Day |
she said. | No speaker | re going to leave us?"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"I ve not made up | don t mean that you re going to leave us?"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"I ve not made up my mind about anything," said | who typified so many rather sentimental and enthusiastic ideas, who had some sort of visionary existence in white with a sheaf of lilies in her hand, would announce, in a jaunty way, that she was about to be married. "You don t mean that you re going to leave us?"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"I ve not made up my mind ab... | her table. "You must really get another secretary, Sally." The words were meant to be taken lightly, but something in the tone of them roused a jealous fear which was always dormant in Mrs. Seal s breast. She was terribly afraid that one of these days Mary, the young woman who typified so many rather sentimental and en... | are. While Mary Datchet was undergoing this curious transformation from the particular to the universal, Mrs. Seal remembered her duties with regard to the kettle and the gas-fire. She was a little surprised to find that Mary had drawn her chair to the window, and, having lit the gas, she raised herself from a stooping... | that she was almost half an hour later than usual in coming back to the office. Happily, their own affairs kept them busy, and she was free from their inspection. If they had surprised her they would have found her lost, apparently, in admiration of the large hotel across the square, for, after writing a few words, her... | "Not happiness not happiness." She sat down on a seat opposite the statue of one of London s heroes upon the Embankment, and spoke the words aloud. To her they represented the rare flower or splinter of rock brought down by a climber in proof that he has stood for a moment, at least, upon the highest peak of the mounta... | Happily, their own affairs kept them busy, and she was free from their inspection. If they had surprised her they would have found her lost, apparently, in admiration of the large hotel across the square, for, after writing a few words, her pen rested upon the paper, and her mind pursued its own journey among the sun-b... | Night And Day |
"I ve not made up my mind about anything," | Mary Datchet | to leave us?" she said.<|quote|>"I ve not made up my mind about anything,"</|quote|>said Mary a remark which | mean that you re going to leave us?" she said.<|quote|>"I ve not made up my mind about anything,"</|quote|>said Mary a remark which could be taken as a | so many rather sentimental and enthusiastic ideas, who had some sort of visionary existence in white with a sheaf of lilies in her hand, would announce, in a jaunty way, that she was about to be married. "You don t mean that you re going to leave us?" she said.<|quote|>"I ve not made up my mind about anything,"</|quote... | "You must really get another secretary, Sally." The words were meant to be taken lightly, but something in the tone of them roused a jealous fear which was always dormant in Mrs. Seal s breast. She was terribly afraid that one of these days Mary, the young woman who typified so many rather sentimental and enthusiastic ... | Mary Datchet was undergoing this curious transformation from the particular to the universal, Mrs. Seal remembered her duties with regard to the kettle and the gas-fire. She was a little surprised to find that Mary had drawn her chair to the window, and, having lit the gas, she raised herself from a stooping posture an... | was almost half an hour later than usual in coming back to the office. Happily, their own affairs kept them busy, and she was free from their inspection. If they had surprised her they would have found her lost, apparently, in admiration of the large hotel across the square, for, after writing a few words, her pen rest... | not happiness." She sat down on a seat opposite the statue of one of London s heroes upon the Embankment, and spoke the words aloud. To her they represented the rare flower or splinter of rock brought down by a climber in proof that he has stood for a moment, at least, upon the highest peak of the mountain. She had bee... | crystallized itself into little fragmentary phrases emerging suddenly from the turbulence of her thought, particularly when she had to exert herself in any way, either to move, to count money, or to choose a turning. "To know the truth to accept without bitterness" those, perhaps, were the most articulate of her uttera... | Night And Day |
said Mary a remark which could be taken as a generalization. Mrs. Seal got the teacups out of the cupboard and set them on the table. | No speaker | up my mind about anything,"<|quote|>said Mary a remark which could be taken as a generalization. Mrs. Seal got the teacups out of the cupboard and set them on the table.</|quote|>"You re not going to | said. "I ve not made up my mind about anything,"<|quote|>said Mary a remark which could be taken as a generalization. Mrs. Seal got the teacups out of the cupboard and set them on the table.</|quote|>"You re not going to be married, are you?" she | some sort of visionary existence in white with a sheaf of lilies in her hand, would announce, in a jaunty way, that she was about to be married. "You don t mean that you re going to leave us?" she said. "I ve not made up my mind about anything,"<|quote|>said Mary a remark which could be taken as a generalization. Mrs. ... | were meant to be taken lightly, but something in the tone of them roused a jealous fear which was always dormant in Mrs. Seal s breast. She was terribly afraid that one of these days Mary, the young woman who typified so many rather sentimental and enthusiastic ideas, who had some sort of visionary existence in white w... | particular to the universal, Mrs. Seal remembered her duties with regard to the kettle and the gas-fire. She was a little surprised to find that Mary had drawn her chair to the window, and, having lit the gas, she raised herself from a stooping posture and looked at her. The most obvious reason for such an attitude in ... | coming back to the office. Happily, their own affairs kept them busy, and she was free from their inspection. If they had surprised her they would have found her lost, apparently, in admiration of the large hotel across the square, for, after writing a few words, her pen rested upon the paper, and her mind pursued its ... | the statue of one of London s heroes upon the Embankment, and spoke the words aloud. To her they represented the rare flower or splinter of rock brought down by a climber in proof that he has stood for a moment, at least, upon the highest peak of the mountain. She had been up there and seen the world spread to the hori... | gibberish murmured in front of the statue of Francis, Duke of Bedford, save that the name of Ralph occurred frequently in very strange connections, as if, having spoken it, she wished, superstitiously, to cancel it by adding some other word that robbed the sentence with his name in it of any meaning. Those champions of... | Night And Day |
"You re not going to be married, are you?" | Mrs. Seal | set them on the table.<|quote|>"You re not going to be married, are you?"</|quote|>she asked, pronouncing the words | out of the cupboard and set them on the table.<|quote|>"You re not going to be married, are you?"</|quote|>she asked, pronouncing the words with nervous speed. "Why are | be married. "You don t mean that you re going to leave us?" she said. "I ve not made up my mind about anything," said Mary a remark which could be taken as a generalization. Mrs. Seal got the teacups out of the cupboard and set them on the table.<|quote|>"You re not going to be married, are you?"</|quote|>she asked, pr... | She was terribly afraid that one of these days Mary, the young woman who typified so many rather sentimental and enthusiastic ideas, who had some sort of visionary existence in white with a sheaf of lilies in her hand, would announce, in a jaunty way, that she was about to be married. "You don t mean that you re going ... | had drawn her chair to the window, and, having lit the gas, she raised herself from a stooping posture and looked at her. The most obvious reason for such an attitude in a secretary was some kind of indisposition. But Mary, rousing herself with an effort, denied that she was indisposed. "I m frightfully lazy this after... | have found her lost, apparently, in admiration of the large hotel across the square, for, after writing a few words, her pen rested upon the paper, and her mind pursued its own journey among the sun-blazoned windows and the drifts of purplish smoke which formed her view. And, indeed, this background was by no means out... | rock brought down by a climber in proof that he has stood for a moment, at least, upon the highest peak of the mountain. She had been up there and seen the world spread to the horizon. It was now necessary to alter her course to some extent, according to her new resolve. Her post should be in one of those exposed and d... | the remote spaces behind the strife of the foreground, enabled now to gaze there, since she had renounced her own demands, privileged to see the larger view, to share the vast desires and sufferings of the mass of mankind. She had been too lately and too roughly mastered by facts to take an easy pleasure in the relief ... | Night And Day |
she asked, pronouncing the words with nervous speed. | No speaker | to be married, are you?"<|quote|>she asked, pronouncing the words with nervous speed.</|quote|>"Why are you asking such | table. "You re not going to be married, are you?"<|quote|>she asked, pronouncing the words with nervous speed.</|quote|>"Why are you asking such absurd questions this afternoon, Sally?" | going to leave us?" she said. "I ve not made up my mind about anything," said Mary a remark which could be taken as a generalization. Mrs. Seal got the teacups out of the cupboard and set them on the table. "You re not going to be married, are you?"<|quote|>she asked, pronouncing the words with nervous speed.</|quote|>... | Mary, the young woman who typified so many rather sentimental and enthusiastic ideas, who had some sort of visionary existence in white with a sheaf of lilies in her hand, would announce, in a jaunty way, that she was about to be married. "You don t mean that you re going to leave us?" she said. "I ve not made up my mi... | lit the gas, she raised herself from a stooping posture and looked at her. The most obvious reason for such an attitude in a secretary was some kind of indisposition. But Mary, rousing herself with an effort, denied that she was indisposed. "I m frightfully lazy this afternoon," she added, with a glance at her table. "... | large hotel across the square, for, after writing a few words, her pen rested upon the paper, and her mind pursued its own journey among the sun-blazoned windows and the drifts of purplish smoke which formed her view. And, indeed, this background was by no means out of keeping with her thoughts. She saw to the remote s... | he has stood for a moment, at least, upon the highest peak of the mountain. She had been up there and seen the world spread to the horizon. It was now necessary to alter her course to some extent, according to her new resolve. Her post should be in one of those exposed and desolate stations which are shunned naturally ... | across the square, for, after writing a few words, her pen rested upon the paper, and her mind pursued its own journey among the sun-blazoned windows and the drifts of purplish smoke which formed her view. And, indeed, this background was by no means out of keeping with her thoughts. She saw to the remote spaces behind... | Night And Day |
"Why are you asking such absurd questions this afternoon, Sally?" | Mary Datchet | the words with nervous speed.<|quote|>"Why are you asking such absurd questions this afternoon, Sally?"</|quote|>Mary asked, not very steadily. | are you?" she asked, pronouncing the words with nervous speed.<|quote|>"Why are you asking such absurd questions this afternoon, Sally?"</|quote|>Mary asked, not very steadily. "Must we all get married?" | not made up my mind about anything," said Mary a remark which could be taken as a generalization. Mrs. Seal got the teacups out of the cupboard and set them on the table. "You re not going to be married, are you?" she asked, pronouncing the words with nervous speed.<|quote|>"Why are you asking such absurd questions thi... | rather sentimental and enthusiastic ideas, who had some sort of visionary existence in white with a sheaf of lilies in her hand, would announce, in a jaunty way, that she was about to be married. "You don t mean that you re going to leave us?" she said. "I ve not made up my mind about anything," said Mary a remark whic... | stooping posture and looked at her. The most obvious reason for such an attitude in a secretary was some kind of indisposition. But Mary, rousing herself with an effort, denied that she was indisposed. "I m frightfully lazy this afternoon," she added, with a glance at her table. "You must really get another secretary, ... | a few words, her pen rested upon the paper, and her mind pursued its own journey among the sun-blazoned windows and the drifts of purplish smoke which formed her view. And, indeed, this background was by no means out of keeping with her thoughts. She saw to the remote spaces behind the strife of the foreground, enabled... | upon the highest peak of the mountain. She had been up there and seen the world spread to the horizon. It was now necessary to alter her course to some extent, according to her new resolve. Her post should be in one of those exposed and desolate stations which are shunned naturally by happy people. She arranged the det... | any way, either to move, to count money, or to choose a turning. "To know the truth to accept without bitterness" those, perhaps, were the most articulate of her utterances, for no one could have made head or tail of the queer gibberish murmured in front of the statue of Francis, Duke of Bedford, save that the name of ... | Night And Day |
Mary asked, not very steadily. | No speaker | absurd questions this afternoon, Sally?"<|quote|>Mary asked, not very steadily.</|quote|>"Must we all get married?" | "Why are you asking such absurd questions this afternoon, Sally?"<|quote|>Mary asked, not very steadily.</|quote|>"Must we all get married?" Mrs. Seal emitted a most | remark which could be taken as a generalization. Mrs. Seal got the teacups out of the cupboard and set them on the table. "You re not going to be married, are you?" she asked, pronouncing the words with nervous speed. "Why are you asking such absurd questions this afternoon, Sally?"<|quote|>Mary asked, not very steadil... | visionary existence in white with a sheaf of lilies in her hand, would announce, in a jaunty way, that she was about to be married. "You don t mean that you re going to leave us?" she said. "I ve not made up my mind about anything," said Mary a remark which could be taken as a generalization. Mrs. Seal got the teacups ... | for such an attitude in a secretary was some kind of indisposition. But Mary, rousing herself with an effort, denied that she was indisposed. "I m frightfully lazy this afternoon," she added, with a glance at her table. "You must really get another secretary, Sally." The words were meant to be taken lightly, but someth... | her mind pursued its own journey among the sun-blazoned windows and the drifts of purplish smoke which formed her view. And, indeed, this background was by no means out of keeping with her thoughts. She saw to the remote spaces behind the strife of the foreground, enabled now to gaze there, since she had renounced her ... | up there and seen the world spread to the horizon. It was now necessary to alter her course to some extent, according to her new resolve. Her post should be in one of those exposed and desolate stations which are shunned naturally by happy people. She arranged the details of the new plan in her mind, not without a grim... | sun-blazoned windows and the drifts of purplish smoke which formed her view. And, indeed, this background was by no means out of keeping with her thoughts. She saw to the remote spaces behind the strife of the foreground, enabled now to gaze there, since she had renounced her own demands, privileged to see the larger v... | Night And Day |
"Must we all get married?" | Mary Datchet | Mary asked, not very steadily.<|quote|>"Must we all get married?"</|quote|>Mrs. Seal emitted a most | absurd questions this afternoon, Sally?" Mary asked, not very steadily.<|quote|>"Must we all get married?"</|quote|>Mrs. Seal emitted a most peculiar chuckle. She seemed for | as a generalization. Mrs. Seal got the teacups out of the cupboard and set them on the table. "You re not going to be married, are you?" she asked, pronouncing the words with nervous speed. "Why are you asking such absurd questions this afternoon, Sally?" Mary asked, not very steadily.<|quote|>"Must we all get married?... | a sheaf of lilies in her hand, would announce, in a jaunty way, that she was about to be married. "You don t mean that you re going to leave us?" she said. "I ve not made up my mind about anything," said Mary a remark which could be taken as a generalization. Mrs. Seal got the teacups out of the cupboard and set them o... | a secretary was some kind of indisposition. But Mary, rousing herself with an effort, denied that she was indisposed. "I m frightfully lazy this afternoon," she added, with a glance at her table. "You must really get another secretary, Sally." The words were meant to be taken lightly, but something in the tone of them ... | journey among the sun-blazoned windows and the drifts of purplish smoke which formed her view. And, indeed, this background was by no means out of keeping with her thoughts. She saw to the remote spaces behind the strife of the foreground, enabled now to gaze there, since she had renounced her own demands, privileged t... | world spread to the horizon. It was now necessary to alter her course to some extent, according to her new resolve. Her post should be in one of those exposed and desolate stations which are shunned naturally by happy people. She arranged the details of the new plan in her mind, not without a grim satisfaction. "Now," ... | thought, particularly when she had to exert herself in any way, either to move, to count money, or to choose a turning. "To know the truth to accept without bitterness" those, perhaps, were the most articulate of her utterances, for no one could have made head or tail of the queer gibberish murmured in front of the sta... | Night And Day |
Mrs. Seal emitted a most peculiar chuckle. She seemed for one moment to acknowledge the terrible side of life which is concerned with the emotions, the private lives, of the sexes, and then to sheer off from it with all possible speed into the shades of her own shivering virginity. She was made so uncomfortable by the ... | No speaker | "Must we all get married?"<|quote|>Mrs. Seal emitted a most peculiar chuckle. She seemed for one moment to acknowledge the terrible side of life which is concerned with the emotions, the private lives, of the sexes, and then to sheer off from it with all possible speed into the shades of her own shivering virginity. Sh... | Mary asked, not very steadily. "Must we all get married?"<|quote|>Mrs. Seal emitted a most peculiar chuckle. She seemed for one moment to acknowledge the terrible side of life which is concerned with the emotions, the private lives, of the sexes, and then to sheer off from it with all possible speed into the shades of ... | got the teacups out of the cupboard and set them on the table. "You re not going to be married, are you?" she asked, pronouncing the words with nervous speed. "Why are you asking such absurd questions this afternoon, Sally?" Mary asked, not very steadily. "Must we all get married?"<|quote|>Mrs. Seal emitted a most pecu... | her hand, would announce, in a jaunty way, that she was about to be married. "You don t mean that you re going to leave us?" she said. "I ve not made up my mind about anything," said Mary a remark which could be taken as a generalization. Mrs. Seal got the teacups out of the cupboard and set them on the table. "You re ... | of indisposition. But Mary, rousing herself with an effort, denied that she was indisposed. "I m frightfully lazy this afternoon," she added, with a glance at her table. "You must really get another secretary, Sally." The words were meant to be taken lightly, but something in the tone of them roused a jealous fear whic... | and the drifts of purplish smoke which formed her view. And, indeed, this background was by no means out of keeping with her thoughts. She saw to the remote spaces behind the strife of the foreground, enabled now to gaze there, since she had renounced her own demands, privileged to see the larger view, to share the vas... | It was now necessary to alter her course to some extent, according to her new resolve. Her post should be in one of those exposed and desolate stations which are shunned naturally by happy people. She arranged the details of the new plan in her mind, not without a grim satisfaction. "Now," she said to herself, rising f... | she wished, superstitiously, to cancel it by adding some other word that robbed the sentence with his name in it of any meaning. Those champions of the cause of women, Mr. Clacton and Mrs. Seal, did not perceive anything strange in Mary s behavior, save that she was almost half an hour later than usual in coming back t... | Night And Day |
"We have our work," | Mrs. Seal | very obscure piece of china.<|quote|>"We have our work,"</|quote|>she said, withdrawing her head, | and endeavored to abstract some very obscure piece of china.<|quote|>"We have our work,"</|quote|>she said, withdrawing her head, displaying cheeks more than usually | sexes, and then to sheer off from it with all possible speed into the shades of her own shivering virginity. She was made so uncomfortable by the turn the conversation had taken, that she plunged her head into the cupboard, and endeavored to abstract some very obscure piece of china.<|quote|>"We have our work,"</|quote... | "Why are you asking such absurd questions this afternoon, Sally?" Mary asked, not very steadily. "Must we all get married?" Mrs. Seal emitted a most peculiar chuckle. She seemed for one moment to acknowledge the terrible side of life which is concerned with the emotions, the private lives, of the sexes, and then to she... | rather sentimental and enthusiastic ideas, who had some sort of visionary existence in white with a sheaf of lilies in her hand, would announce, in a jaunty way, that she was about to be married. "You don t mean that you re going to leave us?" she said. "I ve not made up my mind about anything," said Mary a remark whic... | easy pleasure in the relief of renunciation; such satisfaction as she felt came only from the discovery that, having renounced everything that made life happy, easy, splendid, individual, there remained a hard reality, unimpaired by one s personal adventures, remote as the stars, unquenchable as they are. While Mary Da... | seemed to make it safe to handle the question. But she was dismayed to find how quickly her passions leapt forward the moment she sanctioned this line of thought. Now she was identified with him and rethought his thoughts with complete self-surrender; now, with a sudden cleavage of spirit, she turned upon him and denou... | kind of indisposition. But Mary, rousing herself with an effort, denied that she was indisposed. "I m frightfully lazy this afternoon," she added, with a glance at her table. "You must really get another secretary, Sally." The words were meant to be taken lightly, but something in the tone of them roused a jealous fear... | Night And Day |
she said, withdrawing her head, displaying cheeks more than usually crimson, and placing a jam-pot emphatically upon the table. But, for the moment, she was unable to launch herself upon one of those enthusiastic, but inconsequent, tirades upon liberty, democracy, the rights of the people, and the iniquities of the Gov... | No speaker | china. "We have our work,"<|quote|>she said, withdrawing her head, displaying cheeks more than usually crimson, and placing a jam-pot emphatically upon the table. But, for the moment, she was unable to launch herself upon one of those enthusiastic, but inconsequent, tirades upon liberty, democracy, the rights of the pe... | some very obscure piece of china. "We have our work,"<|quote|>she said, withdrawing her head, displaying cheeks more than usually crimson, and placing a jam-pot emphatically upon the table. But, for the moment, she was unable to launch herself upon one of those enthusiastic, but inconsequent, tirades upon liberty, demo... | sheer off from it with all possible speed into the shades of her own shivering virginity. She was made so uncomfortable by the turn the conversation had taken, that she plunged her head into the cupboard, and endeavored to abstract some very obscure piece of china. "We have our work,"<|quote|>she said, withdrawing her ... | such absurd questions this afternoon, Sally?" Mary asked, not very steadily. "Must we all get married?" Mrs. Seal emitted a most peculiar chuckle. She seemed for one moment to acknowledge the terrible side of life which is concerned with the emotions, the private lives, of the sexes, and then to sheer off from it with ... | ideas, who had some sort of visionary existence in white with a sheaf of lilies in her hand, would announce, in a jaunty way, that she was about to be married. "You don t mean that you re going to leave us?" she said. "I ve not made up my mind about anything," said Mary a remark which could be taken as a generalization... | relief of renunciation; such satisfaction as she felt came only from the discovery that, having renounced everything that made life happy, easy, splendid, individual, there remained a hard reality, unimpaired by one s personal adventures, remote as the stars, unquenchable as they are. While Mary Datchet was undergoing ... | safe to handle the question. But she was dismayed to find how quickly her passions leapt forward the moment she sanctioned this line of thought. Now she was identified with him and rethought his thoughts with complete self-surrender; now, with a sudden cleavage of spirit, she turned upon him and denounced him for his c... | at her table. "You must really get another secretary, Sally." The words were meant to be taken lightly, but something in the tone of them roused a jealous fear which was always dormant in Mrs. Seal s breast. She was terribly afraid that one of these days Mary, the young woman who typified so many rather sentimental and... | Night And Day |
"Yes enough work to last a lifetime," | Mary Datchet | the cups upon their saucers.<|quote|>"Yes enough work to last a lifetime,"</|quote|>said Mary, as if concluding | so uneasy that she fidgeted the cups upon their saucers.<|quote|>"Yes enough work to last a lifetime,"</|quote|>said Mary, as if concluding some passage of thought. Mrs. | her mind and kept her abashed. She glanced furtively at Mary, who still sat by the window with her arm upon the sill. She noticed how young she was and full of the promise of womanhood. The sight made her so uneasy that she fidgeted the cups upon their saucers.<|quote|>"Yes enough work to last a lifetime,"</|quote|>sai... | for the moment, she was unable to launch herself upon one of those enthusiastic, but inconsequent, tirades upon liberty, democracy, the rights of the people, and the iniquities of the Government, in which she delighted. Some memory from her own past or from the past of her sex rose to her mind and kept her abashed. She... | most peculiar chuckle. She seemed for one moment to acknowledge the terrible side of life which is concerned with the emotions, the private lives, of the sexes, and then to sheer off from it with all possible speed into the shades of her own shivering virginity. She was made so uncomfortable by the turn the conversatio... | rousing herself with an effort, denied that she was indisposed. "I m frightfully lazy this afternoon," she added, with a glance at her table. "You must really get another secretary, Sally." The words were meant to be taken lightly, but something in the tone of them roused a jealous fear which was always dormant in Mrs.... | she had to exert herself in any way, either to move, to count money, or to choose a turning. "To know the truth to accept without bitterness" those, perhaps, were the most articulate of her utterances, for no one could have made head or tail of the queer gibberish murmured in front of the statue of Francis, Duke of Bed... | one of these days Mary, the young woman who typified so many rather sentimental and enthusiastic ideas, who had some sort of visionary existence in white with a sheaf of lilies in her hand, would announce, in a jaunty way, that she was about to be married. "You don t mean that you re going to leave us?" she said. "I ve... | Night And Day |
said Mary, as if concluding some passage of thought. Mrs. Seal brightened at once. She lamented her lack of scientific training, and her deficiency in the processes of logic, but she set her mind to work at once to make the prospects of the cause appear as alluring and important as she could. She delivered herself of a... | No speaker | work to last a lifetime,"<|quote|>said Mary, as if concluding some passage of thought. Mrs. Seal brightened at once. She lamented her lack of scientific training, and her deficiency in the processes of logic, but she set her mind to work at once to make the prospects of the cause appear as alluring and important as she... | upon their saucers. "Yes enough work to last a lifetime,"<|quote|>said Mary, as if concluding some passage of thought. Mrs. Seal brightened at once. She lamented her lack of scientific training, and her deficiency in the processes of logic, but she set her mind to work at once to make the prospects of the cause appear ... | glanced furtively at Mary, who still sat by the window with her arm upon the sill. She noticed how young she was and full of the promise of womanhood. The sight made her so uneasy that she fidgeted the cups upon their saucers. "Yes enough work to last a lifetime,"<|quote|>said Mary, as if concluding some passage of tho... | launch herself upon one of those enthusiastic, but inconsequent, tirades upon liberty, democracy, the rights of the people, and the iniquities of the Government, in which she delighted. Some memory from her own past or from the past of her sex rose to her mind and kept her abashed. She glanced furtively at Mary, who st... | moment to acknowledge the terrible side of life which is concerned with the emotions, the private lives, of the sexes, and then to sheer off from it with all possible speed into the shades of her own shivering virginity. She was made so uncomfortable by the turn the conversation had taken, that she plunged her head int... | she was indisposed. "I m frightfully lazy this afternoon," she added, with a glance at her table. "You must really get another secretary, Sally." The words were meant to be taken lightly, but something in the tone of them roused a jealous fear which was always dormant in Mrs. Seal s breast. She was terribly afraid that... | way, either to move, to count money, or to choose a turning. "To know the truth to accept without bitterness" those, perhaps, were the most articulate of her utterances, for no one could have made head or tail of the queer gibberish murmured in front of the statue of Francis, Duke of Bedford, save that the name of Ralp... | looked at her. The most obvious reason for such an attitude in a secretary was some kind of indisposition. But Mary, rousing herself with an effort, denied that she was indisposed. "I m frightfully lazy this afternoon," she added, with a glance at her table. "You must really get another secretary, Sally." The words wer... | Night And Day |
"To last a lifetime? My dear child, it will last all our lifetimes. As one falls another steps into the breach. My father, in his generation, a pioneer I, coming after him, do my little best. What, alas! can one do more? And now it s you young women we look to you the future looks to you. Ah, my dear, if I d a thousand... | Mrs. Seal | of one fist upon another.<|quote|>"To last a lifetime? My dear child, it will last all our lifetimes. As one falls another steps into the breach. My father, in his generation, a pioneer I, coming after him, do my little best. What, alas! can one do more? And now it s you young women we look to you the future looks to y... | them with a little bang of one fist upon another.<|quote|>"To last a lifetime? My dear child, it will last all our lifetimes. As one falls another steps into the breach. My father, in his generation, a pioneer I, coming after him, do my little best. What, alas! can one do more? And now it s you young women we look to y... | she set her mind to work at once to make the prospects of the cause appear as alluring and important as she could. She delivered herself of an harangue in which she asked a great many rhetorical questions and answered them with a little bang of one fist upon another.<|quote|>"To last a lifetime? My dear child, it will ... | sight made her so uneasy that she fidgeted the cups upon their saucers. "Yes enough work to last a lifetime," said Mary, as if concluding some passage of thought. Mrs. Seal brightened at once. She lamented her lack of scientific training, and her deficiency in the processes of logic, but she set her mind to work at onc... | more than usually crimson, and placing a jam-pot emphatically upon the table. But, for the moment, she was unable to launch herself upon one of those enthusiastic, but inconsequent, tirades upon liberty, democracy, the rights of the people, and the iniquities of the Government, in which she delighted. Some memory from ... | existence in white with a sheaf of lilies in her hand, would announce, in a jaunty way, that she was about to be married. "You don t mean that you re going to leave us?" she said. "I ve not made up my mind about anything," said Mary a remark which could be taken as a generalization. Mrs. Seal got the teacups out of the... | word that robbed the sentence with his name in it of any meaning. Those champions of the cause of women, Mr. Clacton and Mrs. Seal, did not perceive anything strange in Mary s behavior, save that she was almost half an hour later than usual in coming back to the office. Happily, their own affairs kept them busy, and sh... | to the universal, Mrs. Seal remembered her duties with regard to the kettle and the gas-fire. She was a little surprised to find that Mary had drawn her chair to the window, and, having lit the gas, she raised herself from a stooping posture and looked at her. The most obvious reason for such an attitude in a secretary... | Night And Day |
she glanced fiercely at the window | No speaker | humanity. And there are some"<|quote|>she glanced fiercely at the window</|quote|>"who don t see it! | I say the cause of humanity. And there are some"<|quote|>she glanced fiercely at the window</|quote|>"who don t see it! There are some who are | And now it s you young women we look to you the future looks to you. Ah, my dear, if I d a thousand lives, I d give them all to our cause. The cause of women, d you say? I say the cause of humanity. And there are some"<|quote|>she glanced fiercely at the window</|quote|>"who don t see it! There are some who are satisfi... | a little bang of one fist upon another. "To last a lifetime? My dear child, it will last all our lifetimes. As one falls another steps into the breach. My father, in his generation, a pioneer I, coming after him, do my little best. What, alas! can one do more? And now it s you young women we look to you the future look... | and full of the promise of womanhood. The sight made her so uneasy that she fidgeted the cups upon their saucers. "Yes enough work to last a lifetime," said Mary, as if concluding some passage of thought. Mrs. Seal brightened at once. She lamented her lack of scientific training, and her deficiency in the processes of ... | asking such absurd questions this afternoon, Sally?" Mary asked, not very steadily. "Must we all get married?" Mrs. Seal emitted a most peculiar chuckle. She seemed for one moment to acknowledge the terrible side of life which is concerned with the emotions, the private lives, of the sexes, and then to sheer off from i... | her pen rested upon the paper, and her mind pursued its own journey among the sun-blazoned windows and the drifts of purplish smoke which formed her view. And, indeed, this background was by no means out of keeping with her thoughts. She saw to the remote spaces behind the strife of the foreground, enabled now to gaze ... | still sat by the window with her arm upon the sill. She noticed how young she was and full of the promise of womanhood. The sight made her so uneasy that she fidgeted the cups upon their saucers. "Yes enough work to last a lifetime," said Mary, as if concluding some passage of thought. Mrs. Seal brightened at once. She... | Night And Day |
"who don t see it! There are some who are satisfied to go on, year after year, refusing to admit the truth. And we who have the vision the kettle boiling over? No, no, let me see to it we who know the truth," | Mrs. Seal | glanced fiercely at the window<|quote|>"who don t see it! There are some who are satisfied to go on, year after year, refusing to admit the truth. And we who have the vision the kettle boiling over? No, no, let me see to it we who know the truth,"</|quote|>she continued, gesticulating with the | And there are some" she glanced fiercely at the window<|quote|>"who don t see it! There are some who are satisfied to go on, year after year, refusing to admit the truth. And we who have the vision the kettle boiling over? No, no, let me see to it we who know the truth,"</|quote|>she continued, gesticulating with the k... | women we look to you the future looks to you. Ah, my dear, if I d a thousand lives, I d give them all to our cause. The cause of women, d you say? I say the cause of humanity. And there are some" she glanced fiercely at the window<|quote|>"who don t see it! There are some who are satisfied to go on, year after year, re... | upon another. "To last a lifetime? My dear child, it will last all our lifetimes. As one falls another steps into the breach. My father, in his generation, a pioneer I, coming after him, do my little best. What, alas! can one do more? And now it s you young women we look to you the future looks to you. Ah, my dear, if ... | womanhood. The sight made her so uneasy that she fidgeted the cups upon their saucers. "Yes enough work to last a lifetime," said Mary, as if concluding some passage of thought. Mrs. Seal brightened at once. She lamented her lack of scientific training, and her deficiency in the processes of logic, but she set her mind... | Sally?" Mary asked, not very steadily. "Must we all get married?" Mrs. Seal emitted a most peculiar chuckle. She seemed for one moment to acknowledge the terrible side of life which is concerned with the emotions, the private lives, of the sexes, and then to sheer off from it with all possible speed into the shades of ... | and her mind pursued its own journey among the sun-blazoned windows and the drifts of purplish smoke which formed her view. And, indeed, this background was by no means out of keeping with her thoughts. She saw to the remote spaces behind the strife of the foreground, enabled now to gaze there, since she had renounced ... | was and full of the promise of womanhood. The sight made her so uneasy that she fidgeted the cups upon their saucers. "Yes enough work to last a lifetime," said Mary, as if concluding some passage of thought. Mrs. Seal brightened at once. She lamented her lack of scientific training, and her deficiency in the processes... | Night And Day |
she continued, gesticulating with the kettle and the teapot. Owing to these encumbrances, perhaps, she lost the thread of her discourse, and concluded, rather wistfully, | No speaker | we who know the truth,"<|quote|>she continued, gesticulating with the kettle and the teapot. Owing to these encumbrances, perhaps, she lost the thread of her discourse, and concluded, rather wistfully,</|quote|>"It s all so _simple_." | let me see to it we who know the truth,"<|quote|>she continued, gesticulating with the kettle and the teapot. Owing to these encumbrances, perhaps, she lost the thread of her discourse, and concluded, rather wistfully,</|quote|>"It s all so _simple_." She referred to a matter | she glanced fiercely at the window "who don t see it! There are some who are satisfied to go on, year after year, refusing to admit the truth. And we who have the vision the kettle boiling over? No, no, let me see to it we who know the truth,"<|quote|>she continued, gesticulating with the kettle and the teapot. Owing t... | And now it s you young women we look to you the future looks to you. Ah, my dear, if I d a thousand lives, I d give them all to our cause. The cause of women, d you say? I say the cause of humanity. And there are some" she glanced fiercely at the window "who don t see it! There are some who are satisfied to go on, year... | her deficiency in the processes of logic, but she set her mind to work at once to make the prospects of the cause appear as alluring and important as she could. She delivered herself of an harangue in which she asked a great many rhetorical questions and answered them with a little bang of one fist upon another. "To la... | to sheer off from it with all possible speed into the shades of her own shivering virginity. She was made so uncomfortable by the turn the conversation had taken, that she plunged her head into the cupboard, and endeavored to abstract some very obscure piece of china. "We have our work," she said, withdrawing her head,... | of the foreground, enabled now to gaze there, since she had renounced her own demands, privileged to see the larger view, to share the vast desires and sufferings of the mass of mankind. She had been too lately and too roughly mastered by facts to take an easy pleasure in the relief of renunciation; such satisfaction a... | "Yes enough work to last a lifetime," said Mary, as if concluding some passage of thought. Mrs. Seal brightened at once. She lamented her lack of scientific training, and her deficiency in the processes of logic, but she set her mind to work at once to make the prospects of the cause appear as alluring and important as... | Night And Day |
"It s all so _simple_." | Mrs. Seal | discourse, and concluded, rather wistfully,<|quote|>"It s all so _simple_."</|quote|>She referred to a matter | lost the thread of her discourse, and concluded, rather wistfully,<|quote|>"It s all so _simple_."</|quote|>She referred to a matter that was a perpetual source | admit the truth. And we who have the vision the kettle boiling over? No, no, let me see to it we who know the truth," she continued, gesticulating with the kettle and the teapot. Owing to these encumbrances, perhaps, she lost the thread of her discourse, and concluded, rather wistfully,<|quote|>"It s all so _simple_."<... | I d give them all to our cause. The cause of women, d you say? I say the cause of humanity. And there are some" she glanced fiercely at the window "who don t see it! There are some who are satisfied to go on, year after year, refusing to admit the truth. And we who have the vision the kettle boiling over? No, no, let m... | alluring and important as she could. She delivered herself of an harangue in which she asked a great many rhetorical questions and answered them with a little bang of one fist upon another. "To last a lifetime? My dear child, it will last all our lifetimes. As one falls another steps into the breach. My father, in his ... | the conversation had taken, that she plunged her head into the cupboard, and endeavored to abstract some very obscure piece of china. "We have our work," she said, withdrawing her head, displaying cheeks more than usually crimson, and placing a jam-pot emphatically upon the table. But, for the moment, she was unable to... | desires and sufferings of the mass of mankind. She had been too lately and too roughly mastered by facts to take an easy pleasure in the relief of renunciation; such satisfaction as she felt came only from the discovery that, having renounced everything that made life happy, easy, splendid, individual, there remained a... | young woman who typified so many rather sentimental and enthusiastic ideas, who had some sort of visionary existence in white with a sheaf of lilies in her hand, would announce, in a jaunty way, that she was about to be married. "You don t mean that you re going to leave us?" she said. "I ve not made up my mind about a... | Night And Day |
She referred to a matter that was a perpetual source of bewilderment to her the extraordinary incapacity of the human race, in a world where the good is so unmistakably divided from the bad, of distinguishing one from the other, and embodying what ought to be done in a few large, simple Acts of Parliament, which would,... | No speaker | "It s all so _simple_."<|quote|>She referred to a matter that was a perpetual source of bewilderment to her the extraordinary incapacity of the human race, in a world where the good is so unmistakably divided from the bad, of distinguishing one from the other, and embodying what ought to be done in a few large, simple ... | discourse, and concluded, rather wistfully, "It s all so _simple_."<|quote|>She referred to a matter that was a perpetual source of bewilderment to her the extraordinary incapacity of the human race, in a world where the good is so unmistakably divided from the bad, of distinguishing one from the other, and embodying w... | who have the vision the kettle boiling over? No, no, let me see to it we who know the truth," she continued, gesticulating with the kettle and the teapot. Owing to these encumbrances, perhaps, she lost the thread of her discourse, and concluded, rather wistfully, "It s all so _simple_."<|quote|>She referred to a matter... | to our cause. The cause of women, d you say? I say the cause of humanity. And there are some" she glanced fiercely at the window "who don t see it! There are some who are satisfied to go on, year after year, refusing to admit the truth. And we who have the vision the kettle boiling over? No, no, let me see to it we who... | could. She delivered herself of an harangue in which she asked a great many rhetorical questions and answered them with a little bang of one fist upon another. "To last a lifetime? My dear child, it will last all our lifetimes. As one falls another steps into the breach. My father, in his generation, a pioneer I, comin... | she plunged her head into the cupboard, and endeavored to abstract some very obscure piece of china. "We have our work," she said, withdrawing her head, displaying cheeks more than usually crimson, and placing a jam-pot emphatically upon the table. But, for the moment, she was unable to launch herself upon one of those... | mass of mankind. She had been too lately and too roughly mastered by facts to take an easy pleasure in the relief of renunciation; such satisfaction as she felt came only from the discovery that, having renounced everything that made life happy, easy, splendid, individual, there remained a hard reality, unimpaired by o... | asking such absurd questions this afternoon, Sally?" Mary asked, not very steadily. "Must we all get married?" Mrs. Seal emitted a most peculiar chuckle. She seemed for one moment to acknowledge the terrible side of life which is concerned with the emotions, the private lives, of the sexes, and then to sheer off from i... | Night And Day |
"One would have thought," | Mrs. Seal | change the lot of humanity.<|quote|>"One would have thought,"</|quote|>she said, "that men of | a very short time, completely change the lot of humanity.<|quote|>"One would have thought,"</|quote|>she said, "that men of University training, like Mr. Asquith | the human race, in a world where the good is so unmistakably divided from the bad, of distinguishing one from the other, and embodying what ought to be done in a few large, simple Acts of Parliament, which would, in a very short time, completely change the lot of humanity.<|quote|>"One would have thought,"</|quote|>she... | the truth," she continued, gesticulating with the kettle and the teapot. Owing to these encumbrances, perhaps, she lost the thread of her discourse, and concluded, rather wistfully, "It s all so _simple_." She referred to a matter that was a perpetual source of bewilderment to her the extraordinary incapacity of the hu... | do more? And now it s you young women we look to you the future looks to you. Ah, my dear, if I d a thousand lives, I d give them all to our cause. The cause of women, d you say? I say the cause of humanity. And there are some" she glanced fiercely at the window "who don t see it! There are some who are satisfied to go... | iniquities of the Government, in which she delighted. Some memory from her own past or from the past of her sex rose to her mind and kept her abashed. She glanced furtively at Mary, who still sat by the window with her arm upon the sill. She noticed how young she was and full of the promise of womanhood. The sight made... | undergoing this curious transformation from the particular to the universal, Mrs. Seal remembered her duties with regard to the kettle and the gas-fire. She was a little surprised to find that Mary had drawn her chair to the window, and, having lit the gas, she raised herself from a stooping posture and looked at her. ... | upon another. "To last a lifetime? My dear child, it will last all our lifetimes. As one falls another steps into the breach. My father, in his generation, a pioneer I, coming after him, do my little best. What, alas! can one do more? And now it s you young women we look to you the future looks to you. Ah, my dear, if ... | Night And Day |
she said, | No speaker | humanity. "One would have thought,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"that men of University training, | completely change the lot of humanity. "One would have thought,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"that men of University training, like Mr. Asquith one would | a world where the good is so unmistakably divided from the bad, of distinguishing one from the other, and embodying what ought to be done in a few large, simple Acts of Parliament, which would, in a very short time, completely change the lot of humanity. "One would have thought,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"that men of... | gesticulating with the kettle and the teapot. Owing to these encumbrances, perhaps, she lost the thread of her discourse, and concluded, rather wistfully, "It s all so _simple_." She referred to a matter that was a perpetual source of bewilderment to her the extraordinary incapacity of the human race, in a world where ... | it s you young women we look to you the future looks to you. Ah, my dear, if I d a thousand lives, I d give them all to our cause. The cause of women, d you say? I say the cause of humanity. And there are some" she glanced fiercely at the window "who don t see it! There are some who are satisfied to go on, year after y... | in which she delighted. Some memory from her own past or from the past of her sex rose to her mind and kept her abashed. She glanced furtively at Mary, who still sat by the window with her arm upon the sill. She noticed how young she was and full of the promise of womanhood. The sight made her so uneasy that she fidget... | from the particular to the universal, Mrs. Seal remembered her duties with regard to the kettle and the gas-fire. She was a little surprised to find that Mary had drawn her chair to the window, and, having lit the gas, she raised herself from a stooping posture and looked at her. The most obvious reason for such an att... | in the processes of logic, but she set her mind to work at once to make the prospects of the cause appear as alluring and important as she could. She delivered herself of an harangue in which she asked a great many rhetorical questions and answered them with a little bang of one fist upon another. "To last a lifetime? ... | Night And Day |
"that men of University training, like Mr. Asquith one would have thought that an appeal to reason would not be unheard by them. But reason," | Mrs. Seal | would have thought," she said,<|quote|>"that men of University training, like Mr. Asquith one would have thought that an appeal to reason would not be unheard by them. But reason,"</|quote|>she reflected, "what is reason | the lot of humanity. "One would have thought," she said,<|quote|>"that men of University training, like Mr. Asquith one would have thought that an appeal to reason would not be unheard by them. But reason,"</|quote|>she reflected, "what is reason without Reality?" Doing homage to | where the good is so unmistakably divided from the bad, of distinguishing one from the other, and embodying what ought to be done in a few large, simple Acts of Parliament, which would, in a very short time, completely change the lot of humanity. "One would have thought," she said,<|quote|>"that men of University train... | the kettle and the teapot. Owing to these encumbrances, perhaps, she lost the thread of her discourse, and concluded, rather wistfully, "It s all so _simple_." She referred to a matter that was a perpetual source of bewilderment to her the extraordinary incapacity of the human race, in a world where the good is so unmi... | you young women we look to you the future looks to you. Ah, my dear, if I d a thousand lives, I d give them all to our cause. The cause of women, d you say? I say the cause of humanity. And there are some" she glanced fiercely at the window "who don t see it! There are some who are satisfied to go on, year after year, ... | she delighted. Some memory from her own past or from the past of her sex rose to her mind and kept her abashed. She glanced furtively at Mary, who still sat by the window with her arm upon the sill. She noticed how young she was and full of the promise of womanhood. The sight made her so uneasy that she fidgeted the cu... | particular to the universal, Mrs. Seal remembered her duties with regard to the kettle and the gas-fire. She was a little surprised to find that Mary had drawn her chair to the window, and, having lit the gas, she raised herself from a stooping posture and looked at her. The most obvious reason for such an attitude in ... | you young women we look to you the future looks to you. Ah, my dear, if I d a thousand lives, I d give them all to our cause. The cause of women, d you say? I say the cause of humanity. And there are some" she glanced fiercely at the window "who don t see it! There are some who are satisfied to go on, year after year, ... | Night And Day |
she reflected, | No speaker | unheard by them. But reason,"<|quote|>she reflected,</|quote|>"what is reason without Reality?" | to reason would not be unheard by them. But reason,"<|quote|>she reflected,</|quote|>"what is reason without Reality?" Doing homage to the phrase, | few large, simple Acts of Parliament, which would, in a very short time, completely change the lot of humanity. "One would have thought," she said, "that men of University training, like Mr. Asquith one would have thought that an appeal to reason would not be unheard by them. But reason,"<|quote|>she reflected,</|quote... | _simple_." She referred to a matter that was a perpetual source of bewilderment to her the extraordinary incapacity of the human race, in a world where the good is so unmistakably divided from the bad, of distinguishing one from the other, and embodying what ought to be done in a few large, simple Acts of Parliament, w... | all to our cause. The cause of women, d you say? I say the cause of humanity. And there are some" she glanced fiercely at the window "who don t see it! There are some who are satisfied to go on, year after year, refusing to admit the truth. And we who have the vision the kettle boiling over? No, no, let me see to it we... | furtively at Mary, who still sat by the window with her arm upon the sill. She noticed how young she was and full of the promise of womanhood. The sight made her so uneasy that she fidgeted the cups upon their saucers. "Yes enough work to last a lifetime," said Mary, as if concluding some passage of thought. Mrs. Seal ... | Mary had drawn her chair to the window, and, having lit the gas, she raised herself from a stooping posture and looked at her. The most obvious reason for such an attitude in a secretary was some kind of indisposition. But Mary, rousing herself with an effort, denied that she was indisposed. "I m frightfully lazy this ... | a most peculiar chuckle. She seemed for one moment to acknowledge the terrible side of life which is concerned with the emotions, the private lives, of the sexes, and then to sheer off from it with all possible speed into the shades of her own shivering virginity. She was made so uncomfortable by the turn the conversat... | Night And Day |
"what is reason without Reality?" | Mrs. Seal | them. But reason," she reflected,<|quote|>"what is reason without Reality?"</|quote|>Doing homage to the phrase, | would not be unheard by them. But reason," she reflected,<|quote|>"what is reason without Reality?"</|quote|>Doing homage to the phrase, she repeated it once more, | simple Acts of Parliament, which would, in a very short time, completely change the lot of humanity. "One would have thought," she said, "that men of University training, like Mr. Asquith one would have thought that an appeal to reason would not be unheard by them. But reason," she reflected,<|quote|>"what is reason wi... | referred to a matter that was a perpetual source of bewilderment to her the extraordinary incapacity of the human race, in a world where the good is so unmistakably divided from the bad, of distinguishing one from the other, and embodying what ought to be done in a few large, simple Acts of Parliament, which would, in ... | our cause. The cause of women, d you say? I say the cause of humanity. And there are some" she glanced fiercely at the window "who don t see it! There are some who are satisfied to go on, year after year, refusing to admit the truth. And we who have the vision the kettle boiling over? No, no, let me see to it we who kn... | Mary, who still sat by the window with her arm upon the sill. She noticed how young she was and full of the promise of womanhood. The sight made her so uneasy that she fidgeted the cups upon their saucers. "Yes enough work to last a lifetime," said Mary, as if concluding some passage of thought. Mrs. Seal brightened at... | drawn her chair to the window, and, having lit the gas, she raised herself from a stooping posture and looked at her. The most obvious reason for such an attitude in a secretary was some kind of indisposition. But Mary, rousing herself with an effort, denied that she was indisposed. "I m frightfully lazy this afternoon... | of china. "We have our work," she said, withdrawing her head, displaying cheeks more than usually crimson, and placing a jam-pot emphatically upon the table. But, for the moment, she was unable to launch herself upon one of those enthusiastic, but inconsequent, tirades upon liberty, democracy, the rights of the people,... | Night And Day |
Doing homage to the phrase, she repeated it once more, and caught the ear of Mr. Clacton, as he issued from his room; and he repeated it a third time, giving it, as he was in the habit of doing with Mrs. Seal s phrases, a dryly humorous intonation. He was well pleased with the world, however, and he remarked, in a flat... | No speaker | "what is reason without Reality?"<|quote|>Doing homage to the phrase, she repeated it once more, and caught the ear of Mr. Clacton, as he issued from his room; and he repeated it a third time, giving it, as he was in the habit of doing with Mrs. Seal s phrases, a dryly humorous intonation. He was well pleased with the ... | them. But reason," she reflected, "what is reason without Reality?"<|quote|>Doing homage to the phrase, she repeated it once more, and caught the ear of Mr. Clacton, as he issued from his room; and he repeated it a third time, giving it, as he was in the habit of doing with Mrs. Seal s phrases, a dryly humorous intonat... | would, in a very short time, completely change the lot of humanity. "One would have thought," she said, "that men of University training, like Mr. Asquith one would have thought that an appeal to reason would not be unheard by them. But reason," she reflected, "what is reason without Reality?"<|quote|>Doing homage to t... | was a perpetual source of bewilderment to her the extraordinary incapacity of the human race, in a world where the good is so unmistakably divided from the bad, of distinguishing one from the other, and embodying what ought to be done in a few large, simple Acts of Parliament, which would, in a very short time, complet... | women, d you say? I say the cause of humanity. And there are some" she glanced fiercely at the window "who don t see it! There are some who are satisfied to go on, year after year, refusing to admit the truth. And we who have the vision the kettle boiling over? No, no, let me see to it we who know the truth," she conti... | the window with her arm upon the sill. She noticed how young she was and full of the promise of womanhood. The sight made her so uneasy that she fidgeted the cups upon their saucers. "Yes enough work to last a lifetime," said Mary, as if concluding some passage of thought. Mrs. Seal brightened at once. She lamented her... | window, and, having lit the gas, she raised herself from a stooping posture and looked at her. The most obvious reason for such an attitude in a secretary was some kind of indisposition. But Mary, rousing herself with an effort, denied that she was indisposed. "I m frightfully lazy this afternoon," she added, with a gl... | of the cause appear as alluring and important as she could. She delivered herself of an harangue in which she asked a great many rhetorical questions and answered them with a little bang of one fist upon another. "To last a lifetime? My dear child, it will last all our lifetimes. As one falls another steps into the bre... | Night And Day |
"But, Mrs. Seal, we have to aim at a judicious combination of the two," | Mr. Clacton | the head of a leaflet.<|quote|>"But, Mrs. Seal, we have to aim at a judicious combination of the two,"</|quote|>he added in his magisterial | phrase in large letters at the head of a leaflet.<|quote|>"But, Mrs. Seal, we have to aim at a judicious combination of the two,"</|quote|>he added in his magisterial way to check the unbalanced | it, as he was in the habit of doing with Mrs. Seal s phrases, a dryly humorous intonation. He was well pleased with the world, however, and he remarked, in a flattering manner, that he would like to see that phrase in large letters at the head of a leaflet.<|quote|>"But, Mrs. Seal, we have to aim at a judicious combina... | an appeal to reason would not be unheard by them. But reason," she reflected, "what is reason without Reality?" Doing homage to the phrase, she repeated it once more, and caught the ear of Mr. Clacton, as he issued from his room; and he repeated it a third time, giving it, as he was in the habit of doing with Mrs. Seal... | thread of her discourse, and concluded, rather wistfully, "It s all so _simple_." She referred to a matter that was a perpetual source of bewilderment to her the extraordinary incapacity of the human race, in a world where the good is so unmistakably divided from the bad, of distinguishing one from the other, and embod... | make the prospects of the cause appear as alluring and important as she could. She delivered herself of an harangue in which she asked a great many rhetorical questions and answered them with a little bang of one fist upon another. "To last a lifetime? My dear child, it will last all our lifetimes. As one falls another... | roused a jealous fear which was always dormant in Mrs. Seal s breast. She was terribly afraid that one of these days Mary, the young woman who typified so many rather sentimental and enthusiastic ideas, who had some sort of visionary existence in white with a sheaf of lilies in her hand, would announce, in a jaunty way... | head, displaying cheeks more than usually crimson, and placing a jam-pot emphatically upon the table. But, for the moment, she was unable to launch herself upon one of those enthusiastic, but inconsequent, tirades upon liberty, democracy, the rights of the people, and the iniquities of the Government, in which she deli... | Night And Day |
he added in his magisterial way to check the unbalanced enthusiasm of the women. | No speaker | judicious combination of the two,"<|quote|>he added in his magisterial way to check the unbalanced enthusiasm of the women.</|quote|>"Reality has to be voiced | have to aim at a judicious combination of the two,"<|quote|>he added in his magisterial way to check the unbalanced enthusiasm of the women.</|quote|>"Reality has to be voiced by reason before it can | a dryly humorous intonation. He was well pleased with the world, however, and he remarked, in a flattering manner, that he would like to see that phrase in large letters at the head of a leaflet. "But, Mrs. Seal, we have to aim at a judicious combination of the two,"<|quote|>he added in his magisterial way to check the... | "what is reason without Reality?" Doing homage to the phrase, she repeated it once more, and caught the ear of Mr. Clacton, as he issued from his room; and he repeated it a third time, giving it, as he was in the habit of doing with Mrs. Seal s phrases, a dryly humorous intonation. He was well pleased with the world, h... | referred to a matter that was a perpetual source of bewilderment to her the extraordinary incapacity of the human race, in a world where the good is so unmistakably divided from the bad, of distinguishing one from the other, and embodying what ought to be done in a few large, simple Acts of Parliament, which would, in ... | She delivered herself of an harangue in which she asked a great many rhetorical questions and answered them with a little bang of one fist upon another. "To last a lifetime? My dear child, it will last all our lifetimes. As one falls another steps into the breach. My father, in his generation, a pioneer I, coming after... | was terribly afraid that one of these days Mary, the young woman who typified so many rather sentimental and enthusiastic ideas, who had some sort of visionary existence in white with a sheaf of lilies in her hand, would announce, in a jaunty way, that she was about to be married. "You don t mean that you re going to l... | scientific training, and her deficiency in the processes of logic, but she set her mind to work at once to make the prospects of the cause appear as alluring and important as she could. She delivered herself of an harangue in which she asked a great many rhetorical questions and answered them with a little bang of one ... | Night And Day |
"Reality has to be voiced by reason before it can make itself felt. The weak point of all these movements, Miss Datchet," | Mr. Clacton | unbalanced enthusiasm of the women.<|quote|>"Reality has to be voiced by reason before it can make itself felt. The weak point of all these movements, Miss Datchet,"</|quote|>he continued, taking his place | magisterial way to check the unbalanced enthusiasm of the women.<|quote|>"Reality has to be voiced by reason before it can make itself felt. The weak point of all these movements, Miss Datchet,"</|quote|>he continued, taking his place at the table and turning | remarked, in a flattering manner, that he would like to see that phrase in large letters at the head of a leaflet. "But, Mrs. Seal, we have to aim at a judicious combination of the two," he added in his magisterial way to check the unbalanced enthusiasm of the women.<|quote|>"Reality has to be voiced by reason before i... | more, and caught the ear of Mr. Clacton, as he issued from his room; and he repeated it a third time, giving it, as he was in the habit of doing with Mrs. Seal s phrases, a dryly humorous intonation. He was well pleased with the world, however, and he remarked, in a flattering manner, that he would like to see that phr... | extraordinary incapacity of the human race, in a world where the good is so unmistakably divided from the bad, of distinguishing one from the other, and embodying what ought to be done in a few large, simple Acts of Parliament, which would, in a very short time, completely change the lot of humanity. "One would have th... | questions and answered them with a little bang of one fist upon another. "To last a lifetime? My dear child, it will last all our lifetimes. As one falls another steps into the breach. My father, in his generation, a pioneer I, coming after him, do my little best. What, alas! can one do more? And now it s you young wom... | so many rather sentimental and enthusiastic ideas, who had some sort of visionary existence in white with a sheaf of lilies in her hand, would announce, in a jaunty way, that she was about to be married. "You don t mean that you re going to leave us?" she said. "I ve not made up my mind about anything," said Mary a rem... | dear, if I d a thousand lives, I d give them all to our cause. The cause of women, d you say? I say the cause of humanity. And there are some" she glanced fiercely at the window "who don t see it! There are some who are satisfied to go on, year after year, refusing to admit the truth. And we who have the vision the ket... | Night And Day |
he continued, taking his place at the table and turning to Mary as usual when about to deliver his more profound cogitations, | No speaker | all these movements, Miss Datchet,"<|quote|>he continued, taking his place at the table and turning to Mary as usual when about to deliver his more profound cogitations,</|quote|>"is that they are not | felt. The weak point of all these movements, Miss Datchet,"<|quote|>he continued, taking his place at the table and turning to Mary as usual when about to deliver his more profound cogitations,</|quote|>"is that they are not based upon sufficiently intellectual grounds. | "But, Mrs. Seal, we have to aim at a judicious combination of the two," he added in his magisterial way to check the unbalanced enthusiasm of the women. "Reality has to be voiced by reason before it can make itself felt. The weak point of all these movements, Miss Datchet,"<|quote|>he continued, taking his place at the... | it, as he was in the habit of doing with Mrs. Seal s phrases, a dryly humorous intonation. He was well pleased with the world, however, and he remarked, in a flattering manner, that he would like to see that phrase in large letters at the head of a leaflet. "But, Mrs. Seal, we have to aim at a judicious combination of ... | from the other, and embodying what ought to be done in a few large, simple Acts of Parliament, which would, in a very short time, completely change the lot of humanity. "One would have thought," she said, "that men of University training, like Mr. Asquith one would have thought that an appeal to reason would not be unh... | last all our lifetimes. As one falls another steps into the breach. My father, in his generation, a pioneer I, coming after him, do my little best. What, alas! can one do more? And now it s you young women we look to you the future looks to you. Ah, my dear, if I d a thousand lives, I d give them all to our cause. The ... | her hand, would announce, in a jaunty way, that she was about to be married. "You don t mean that you re going to leave us?" she said. "I ve not made up my mind about anything," said Mary a remark which could be taken as a generalization. Mrs. Seal got the teacups out of the cupboard and set them on the table. "You re ... | as alluring and important as she could. She delivered herself of an harangue in which she asked a great many rhetorical questions and answered them with a little bang of one fist upon another. "To last a lifetime? My dear child, it will last all our lifetimes. As one falls another steps into the breach. My father, in h... | Night And Day |
"is that they are not based upon sufficiently intellectual grounds. A mistake, in my opinion. The British public likes a pellet of reason in its jam of eloquence a pill of reason in its pudding of sentiment," | Mr. Clacton | deliver his more profound cogitations,<|quote|>"is that they are not based upon sufficiently intellectual grounds. A mistake, in my opinion. The British public likes a pellet of reason in its jam of eloquence a pill of reason in its pudding of sentiment,"</|quote|>he said, sharpening the phrase | as usual when about to deliver his more profound cogitations,<|quote|>"is that they are not based upon sufficiently intellectual grounds. A mistake, in my opinion. The British public likes a pellet of reason in its jam of eloquence a pill of reason in its pudding of sentiment,"</|quote|>he said, sharpening the phrase t... | the unbalanced enthusiasm of the women. "Reality has to be voiced by reason before it can make itself felt. The weak point of all these movements, Miss Datchet," he continued, taking his place at the table and turning to Mary as usual when about to deliver his more profound cogitations,<|quote|>"is that they are not ba... | with the world, however, and he remarked, in a flattering manner, that he would like to see that phrase in large letters at the head of a leaflet. "But, Mrs. Seal, we have to aim at a judicious combination of the two," he added in his magisterial way to check the unbalanced enthusiasm of the women. "Reality has to be v... | very short time, completely change the lot of humanity. "One would have thought," she said, "that men of University training, like Mr. Asquith one would have thought that an appeal to reason would not be unheard by them. But reason," she reflected, "what is reason without Reality?" Doing homage to the phrase, she repea... | him, do my little best. What, alas! can one do more? And now it s you young women we look to you the future looks to you. Ah, my dear, if I d a thousand lives, I d give them all to our cause. The cause of women, d you say? I say the cause of humanity. And there are some" she glanced fiercely at the window "who don t se... | going to leave us?" she said. "I ve not made up my mind about anything," said Mary a remark which could be taken as a generalization. Mrs. Seal got the teacups out of the cupboard and set them on the table. "You re not going to be married, are you?" she asked, pronouncing the words with nervous speed. "Why are you aski... | the Government, in which she delighted. Some memory from her own past or from the past of her sex rose to her mind and kept her abashed. She glanced furtively at Mary, who still sat by the window with her arm upon the sill. She noticed how young she was and full of the promise of womanhood. The sight made her so uneasy... | Night And Day |
he said, sharpening the phrase to a satisfactory degree of literary precision. His eyes rested, with something of the vanity of an author, upon the yellow leaflet which Mary held in her hand. She rose, took her seat at the head of the table, poured out tea for her colleagues, and gave her opinion upon the leaflet. So s... | No speaker | in its pudding of sentiment,"<|quote|>he said, sharpening the phrase to a satisfactory degree of literary precision. His eyes rested, with something of the vanity of an author, upon the yellow leaflet which Mary held in her hand. She rose, took her seat at the head of the table, poured out tea for her colleagues, and g... | eloquence a pill of reason in its pudding of sentiment,"<|quote|>he said, sharpening the phrase to a satisfactory degree of literary precision. His eyes rested, with something of the vanity of an author, upon the yellow leaflet which Mary held in her hand. She rose, took her seat at the head of the table, poured out te... | turning to Mary as usual when about to deliver his more profound cogitations, "is that they are not based upon sufficiently intellectual grounds. A mistake, in my opinion. The British public likes a pellet of reason in its jam of eloquence a pill of reason in its pudding of sentiment,"<|quote|>he said, sharpening the p... | judicious combination of the two," he added in his magisterial way to check the unbalanced enthusiasm of the women. "Reality has to be voiced by reason before it can make itself felt. The weak point of all these movements, Miss Datchet," he continued, taking his place at the table and turning to Mary as usual when abou... | them. But reason," she reflected, "what is reason without Reality?" Doing homage to the phrase, she repeated it once more, and caught the ear of Mr. Clacton, as he issued from his room; and he repeated it a third time, giving it, as he was in the habit of doing with Mrs. Seal s phrases, a dryly humorous intonation. He ... | d give them all to our cause. The cause of women, d you say? I say the cause of humanity. And there are some" she glanced fiercely at the window "who don t see it! There are some who are satisfied to go on, year after year, refusing to admit the truth. And we who have the vision the kettle boiling over? No, no, let me ... | them on the table. "You re not going to be married, are you?" she asked, pronouncing the words with nervous speed. "Why are you asking such absurd questions this afternoon, Sally?" Mary asked, not very steadily. "Must we all get married?" Mrs. Seal emitted a most peculiar chuckle. She seemed for one moment to acknowled... | our cause. The cause of women, d you say? I say the cause of humanity. And there are some" she glanced fiercely at the window "who don t see it! There are some who are satisfied to go on, year after year, refusing to admit the truth. And we who have the vision the kettle boiling over? No, no, let me see to it we who kn... | Night And Day |
"Look, Sally," | Mary Datchet | dominating in her attitude altogether.<|quote|>"Look, Sally,"</|quote|>she said, "these letters want | there was something imperious and dominating in her attitude altogether.<|quote|>"Look, Sally,"</|quote|>she said, "these letters want copying. These I ve not | at this exact spot on the surface of the globe that all the subterranean wires of thought and progress came together. When she returned, with a message from the printer, she found that Mary was putting on her hat firmly; there was something imperious and dominating in her attitude altogether.<|quote|>"Look, Sally,"</|q... | could resist such discourse she really did not know. She could hardly bring herself to remember her own private instrument of justice the typewriter. The telephone-bell rang, and as she hurried off to answer a voice which always seemed a proof of importance by itself, she felt that it was at this exact spot on the surf... | a sort of distinctness which is sometimes produced by sharp, bodily pain. To Mrs. Seal s secret jubilation the rule which forbade discussion of shop at tea-time was overlooked. Mary and Mr. Clacton argued with a cogency and a ferocity which made the little woman feel that something very important she hardly knew what w... | she was doing it in a different spirit; she had enlisted in the army, and was a volunteer no longer. She had renounced something and was now how could she express it? not quite "in the running" for life. She had always known that Mr. Clacton and Mrs. Seal were not in the running, and across the gulf that separated them... | teapot. Owing to these encumbrances, perhaps, she lost the thread of her discourse, and concluded, rather wistfully, "It s all so _simple_." She referred to a matter that was a perpetual source of bewilderment to her the extraordinary incapacity of the human race, in a world where the good is so unmistakably divided fr... | to pretend that any other view does instead. Whatever happens, I mean to have no presences in my life. Her very words had a sort of distinctness which is sometimes produced by sharp, bodily pain. To Mrs. Seal s secret jubilation the rule which forbade discussion of shop at tea-time was overlooked. Mary and Mr. Clacton ... | Night And Day |
she said, | No speaker | her attitude altogether. "Look, Sally,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"these letters want copying. These | something imperious and dominating in her attitude altogether. "Look, Sally,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"these letters want copying. These I ve not looked at. | exact spot on the surface of the globe that all the subterranean wires of thought and progress came together. When she returned, with a message from the printer, she found that Mary was putting on her hat firmly; there was something imperious and dominating in her attitude altogether. "Look, Sally,"<|quote|>she said,</... | such discourse she really did not know. She could hardly bring herself to remember her own private instrument of justice the typewriter. The telephone-bell rang, and as she hurried off to answer a voice which always seemed a proof of importance by itself, she felt that it was at this exact spot on the surface of the gl... | of distinctness which is sometimes produced by sharp, bodily pain. To Mrs. Seal s secret jubilation the rule which forbade discussion of shop at tea-time was overlooked. Mary and Mr. Clacton argued with a cogency and a ferocity which made the little woman feel that something very important she hardly knew what was taki... | doing it in a different spirit; she had enlisted in the army, and was a volunteer no longer. She had renounced something and was now how could she express it? not quite "in the running" for life. She had always known that Mr. Clacton and Mrs. Seal were not in the running, and across the gulf that separated them she had... | to these encumbrances, perhaps, she lost the thread of her discourse, and concluded, rather wistfully, "It s all so _simple_." She referred to a matter that was a perpetual source of bewilderment to her the extraordinary incapacity of the human race, in a world where the good is so unmistakably divided from the bad, of... | upon the yellow leaflet which Mary held in her hand. She rose, took her seat at the head of the table, poured out tea for her colleagues, and gave her opinion upon the leaflet. So she had poured out tea, so she had criticized Mr. Clacton s leaflets a hundred times already; but now it seemed to her that she was doing it... | Night And Day |
"these letters want copying. These I ve not looked at. The question of the new census will have to be gone into carefully. But I m going home now. Good night, Mr. Clacton; good night, Sally." | Mary Datchet | altogether. "Look, Sally," she said,<|quote|>"these letters want copying. These I ve not looked at. The question of the new census will have to be gone into carefully. But I m going home now. Good night, Mr. Clacton; good night, Sally."</|quote|>"We are very fortunate in | and dominating in her attitude altogether. "Look, Sally," she said,<|quote|>"these letters want copying. These I ve not looked at. The question of the new census will have to be gone into carefully. But I m going home now. Good night, Mr. Clacton; good night, Sally."</|quote|>"We are very fortunate in our secretary, Mr... | on the surface of the globe that all the subterranean wires of thought and progress came together. When she returned, with a message from the printer, she found that Mary was putting on her hat firmly; there was something imperious and dominating in her attitude altogether. "Look, Sally," she said,<|quote|>"these lette... | she really did not know. She could hardly bring herself to remember her own private instrument of justice the typewriter. The telephone-bell rang, and as she hurried off to answer a voice which always seemed a proof of importance by itself, she felt that it was at this exact spot on the surface of the globe that all th... | which is sometimes produced by sharp, bodily pain. To Mrs. Seal s secret jubilation the rule which forbade discussion of shop at tea-time was overlooked. Mary and Mr. Clacton argued with a cogency and a ferocity which made the little woman feel that something very important she hardly knew what was taking place. She be... | in a different spirit; she had enlisted in the army, and was a volunteer no longer. She had renounced something and was now how could she express it? not quite "in the running" for life. She had always known that Mr. Clacton and Mrs. Seal were not in the running, and across the gulf that separated them she had seen the... | encumbrances, perhaps, she lost the thread of her discourse, and concluded, rather wistfully, "It s all so _simple_." She referred to a matter that was a perpetual source of bewilderment to her the extraordinary incapacity of the human race, in a world where the good is so unmistakably divided from the bad, of distingu... | in my opinion. The British public likes a pellet of reason in its jam of eloquence a pill of reason in its pudding of sentiment," he said, sharpening the phrase to a satisfactory degree of literary precision. His eyes rested, with something of the vanity of an author, upon the yellow leaflet which Mary held in her hand... | Night And Day |
"We are very fortunate in our secretary, Mr. Clacton," | Mrs. Seal | Mr. Clacton; good night, Sally."<|quote|>"We are very fortunate in our secretary, Mr. Clacton,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Seal, pausing with | going home now. Good night, Mr. Clacton; good night, Sally."<|quote|>"We are very fortunate in our secretary, Mr. Clacton,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Seal, pausing with her hand on the papers, | there was something imperious and dominating in her attitude altogether. "Look, Sally," she said, "these letters want copying. These I ve not looked at. The question of the new census will have to be gone into carefully. But I m going home now. Good night, Mr. Clacton; good night, Sally."<|quote|>"We are very fortunate... | proof of importance by itself, she felt that it was at this exact spot on the surface of the globe that all the subterranean wires of thought and progress came together. When she returned, with a message from the printer, she found that Mary was putting on her hat firmly; there was something imperious and dominating in... | which made the little woman feel that something very important she hardly knew what was taking place. She became much excited; one crucifix became entangled with another, and she dug a considerable hole in the table with the point of her pencil in order to emphasize the most striking heads of the discourse; and how any... | had always known that Mr. Clacton and Mrs. Seal were not in the running, and across the gulf that separated them she had seen them in the guise of shadow people, flitting in and out of the ranks of the living eccentrics, undeveloped human beings, from whose substance some essential part had been cut away. All this had ... | the human race, in a world where the good is so unmistakably divided from the bad, of distinguishing one from the other, and embodying what ought to be done in a few large, simple Acts of Parliament, which would, in a very short time, completely change the lot of humanity. "One would have thought," she said, "that men ... | Mary thought, with unflinching loyalty to what appeared to her to be the true view, having lost what is best, I do not mean to pretend that any other view does instead. Whatever happens, I mean to have no presences in my life. Her very words had a sort of distinctness which is sometimes produced by sharp, bodily pain. ... | Night And Day |
said Mrs. Seal, pausing with her hand on the papers, as the door shut behind Mary. Mr. Clacton himself had been vaguely impressed by something in Mary s behavior towards him. He envisaged a time even when it would become necessary to tell her that there could not be two masters in one office but she was certainly able,... | No speaker | in our secretary, Mr. Clacton,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Seal, pausing with her hand on the papers, as the door shut behind Mary. Mr. Clacton himself had been vaguely impressed by something in Mary s behavior towards him. He envisaged a time even when it would become necessary to tell her that there could not be two masters i... | Sally." "We are very fortunate in our secretary, Mr. Clacton,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Seal, pausing with her hand on the papers, as the door shut behind Mary. Mr. Clacton himself had been vaguely impressed by something in Mary s behavior towards him. He envisaged a time even when it would become necessary to tell her that t... | altogether. "Look, Sally," she said, "these letters want copying. These I ve not looked at. The question of the new census will have to be gone into carefully. But I m going home now. Good night, Mr. Clacton; good night, Sally." "We are very fortunate in our secretary, Mr. Clacton,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Seal, pausing with... | was at this exact spot on the surface of the globe that all the subterranean wires of thought and progress came together. When she returned, with a message from the printer, she found that Mary was putting on her hat firmly; there was something imperious and dominating in her attitude altogether. "Look, Sally," she sai... | important she hardly knew what was taking place. She became much excited; one crucifix became entangled with another, and she dug a considerable hole in the table with the point of her pencil in order to emphasize the most striking heads of the discourse; and how any combination of Cabinet Ministers could resist such d... | were not in the running, and across the gulf that separated them she had seen them in the guise of shadow people, flitting in and out of the ranks of the living eccentrics, undeveloped human beings, from whose substance some essential part had been cut away. All this had never struck her so clearly as it did this after... | is so unmistakably divided from the bad, of distinguishing one from the other, and embodying what ought to be done in a few large, simple Acts of Parliament, which would, in a very short time, completely change the lot of humanity. "One would have thought," she said, "that men of University training, like Mr. Asquith o... | splendid, perhaps. No, Mary thought, with unflinching loyalty to what appeared to her to be the true view, having lost what is best, I do not mean to pretend that any other view does instead. Whatever happens, I mean to have no presences in my life. Her very words had a sort of distinctness which is sometimes produced ... | Night And Day |
"If she takes the work seriously, Mrs. Seal but that s just what some of your clever young ladies don t do." | Mr. Clacton | half an hour past five:<|quote|>"If she takes the work seriously, Mrs. Seal but that s just what some of your clever young ladies don t do."</|quote|>So saying he returned to | the clock, which showed only half an hour past five:<|quote|>"If she takes the work seriously, Mrs. Seal but that s just what some of your clever young ladies don t do."</|quote|>So saying he returned to his room, and Mrs. Seal, | very able, and in touch with a group of very clever young men. No doubt they had suggested to her some of her new ideas. He signified his assent to Mrs. Seal s remark, but observed, with a glance at the clock, which showed only half an hour past five:<|quote|>"If she takes the work seriously, Mrs. Seal but that s just ... | papers, as the door shut behind Mary. Mr. Clacton himself had been vaguely impressed by something in Mary s behavior towards him. He envisaged a time even when it would become necessary to tell her that there could not be two masters in one office but she was certainly able, very able, and in touch with a group of very... | the globe that all the subterranean wires of thought and progress came together. When she returned, with a message from the printer, she found that Mary was putting on her hat firmly; there was something imperious and dominating in her attitude altogether. "Look, Sally," she said, "these letters want copying. These I v... | to what appeared to her to be the true view, having lost what is best, I do not mean to pretend that any other view does instead. Whatever happens, I mean to have no presences in my life. Her very words had a sort of distinctness which is sometimes produced by sharp, bodily pain. To Mrs. Seal s secret jubilation the ru... | giving it, as he was in the habit of doing with Mrs. Seal s phrases, a dryly humorous intonation. He was well pleased with the world, however, and he remarked, in a flattering manner, that he would like to see that phrase in large letters at the head of a leaflet. "But, Mrs. Seal, we have to aim at a judicious combinat... | she had poured out tea, so she had criticized Mr. Clacton s leaflets a hundred times already; but now it seemed to her that she was doing it in a different spirit; she had enlisted in the army, and was a volunteer no longer. She had renounced something and was now how could she express it? not quite "in the running" fo... | Night And Day |
So saying he returned to his room, and Mrs. Seal, after a moment s hesitation, hurried back to her labors. CHAPTER XXI Mary walked to the nearest station and reached home in an incredibly short space of time, just so much, indeed, as was needed for the intelligent understanding of the news of the world as the "Westmins... | No speaker | young ladies don t do."<|quote|>So saying he returned to his room, and Mrs. Seal, after a moment s hesitation, hurried back to her labors. CHAPTER XXI Mary walked to the nearest station and reached home in an incredibly short space of time, just so much, indeed, as was needed for the intelligent understanding of the ne... | what some of your clever young ladies don t do."<|quote|>So saying he returned to his room, and Mrs. Seal, after a moment s hesitation, hurried back to her labors. CHAPTER XXI Mary walked to the nearest station and reached home in an incredibly short space of time, just so much, indeed, as was needed for the intelligen... | her new ideas. He signified his assent to Mrs. Seal s remark, but observed, with a glance at the clock, which showed only half an hour past five: "If she takes the work seriously, Mrs. Seal but that s just what some of your clever young ladies don t do."<|quote|>So saying he returned to his room, and Mrs. Seal, after a... | He envisaged a time even when it would become necessary to tell her that there could not be two masters in one office but she was certainly able, very able, and in touch with a group of very clever young men. No doubt they had suggested to her some of her new ideas. He signified his assent to Mrs. Seal s remark, but ob... | she found that Mary was putting on her hat firmly; there was something imperious and dominating in her attitude altogether. "Look, Sally," she said, "these letters want copying. These I ve not looked at. The question of the new census will have to be gone into carefully. But I m going home now. Good night, Mr. Clacton;... | any other view does instead. Whatever happens, I mean to have no presences in my life. Her very words had a sort of distinctness which is sometimes produced by sharp, bodily pain. To Mrs. Seal s secret jubilation the rule which forbade discussion of shop at tea-time was overlooked. Mary and Mr. Clacton argued with a co... | pleased with the world, however, and he remarked, in a flattering manner, that he would like to see that phrase in large letters at the head of a leaflet. "But, Mrs. Seal, we have to aim at a judicious combination of the two," he added in his magisterial way to check the unbalanced enthusiasm of the women. "Reality has... | s leaflets a hundred times already; but now it seemed to her that she was doing it in a different spirit; she had enlisted in the army, and was a volunteer no longer. She had renounced something and was now how could she express it? not quite "in the running" for life. She had always known that Mr. Clacton and Mrs. Sea... | Night And Day |
"What do you want?" | Mary Datchet | in the look of it.<|quote|>"What do you want?"</|quote|>she said, not recognizing the | something ominous to her eyes in the look of it.<|quote|>"What do you want?"</|quote|>she said, not recognizing the face in the fitful light | there was a drop of sixty feet or so on to the pavement. But she sat perfectly still, and when the knock sounded, she got up directly and opened the door without hesitation. She saw a tall figure outside, with something ominous to her eyes in the look of it.<|quote|>"What do you want?"</|quote|>she said, not recognizin... | top of the house, an unknown person approaching nearer and nearer how could she escape? There was no way of escape. She did not even know whether that oblong mark on the ceiling was a trap-door to the roof or not. And if she got on to the roof well, there was a drop of sixty feet or so on to the pavement. But she sat p... | her sound. A postman, a washerwoman, a circular, a bill she presented herself with each of these perfectly natural possibilities; but, to her surprise, her mind rejected each one of them impatiently, even apprehensively. The step became slow, as it was apt to do at the end of the steep climb, and Mary, listening for th... | great rate with a generalization upon the structure of human society, which was a good deal bolder than her custom. Ralph had told her once that she couldn t write English, which accounted for those frequent blots and insertions; but she put all that behind her, and drove ahead with such words as came her way, until sh... | that it was at this exact spot on the surface of the globe that all the subterranean wires of thought and progress came together. When she returned, with a message from the printer, she found that Mary was putting on her hat firmly; there was something imperious and dominating in her attitude altogether. "Look, Sally,"... | the clock, which showed only half an hour past five: "If she takes the work seriously, Mrs. Seal but that s just what some of your clever young ladies don t do." So saying he returned to his room, and Mrs. Seal, after a moment s hesitation, hurried back to her labors. CHAPTER XXI Mary walked to the nearest station and ... | Night And Day |
she said, not recognizing the face in the fitful light of the staircase. | No speaker | it. "What do you want?"<|quote|>she said, not recognizing the face in the fitful light of the staircase.</|quote|>"Mary? I m Katharine Hilbery!" | eyes in the look of it. "What do you want?"<|quote|>she said, not recognizing the face in the fitful light of the staircase.</|quote|>"Mary? I m Katharine Hilbery!" Mary s self-possession returned almost | of sixty feet or so on to the pavement. But she sat perfectly still, and when the knock sounded, she got up directly and opened the door without hesitation. She saw a tall figure outside, with something ominous to her eyes in the look of it. "What do you want?"<|quote|>she said, not recognizing the face in the fitful l... | an unknown person approaching nearer and nearer how could she escape? There was no way of escape. She did not even know whether that oblong mark on the ceiling was a trap-door to the roof or not. And if she got on to the roof well, there was a drop of sixty feet or so on to the pavement. But she sat perfectly still, an... | a washerwoman, a circular, a bill she presented herself with each of these perfectly natural possibilities; but, to her surprise, her mind rejected each one of them impatiently, even apprehensively. The step became slow, as it was apt to do at the end of the steep climb, and Mary, listening for the regular sound, was f... | generalization upon the structure of human society, which was a good deal bolder than her custom. Ralph had told her once that she couldn t write English, which accounted for those frequent blots and insertions; but she put all that behind her, and drove ahead with such words as came her way, until she had accomplished... | this exact spot on the surface of the globe that all the subterranean wires of thought and progress came together. When she returned, with a message from the printer, she found that Mary was putting on her hat firmly; there was something imperious and dominating in her attitude altogether. "Look, Sally," she said, "the... | fog had risen since her return, if, indeed, a fog has power to deaden sound, of which fact, she could not be sure at the present moment. It was the sort of fact Ralph Denham knew. At any rate, it was no concern of hers, and she was about to dip a pen when her ear was caught by the sound of a step upon the stone stairca... | Night And Day |
"Mary? I m Katharine Hilbery!" | Katharine Hilbery | fitful light of the staircase.<|quote|>"Mary? I m Katharine Hilbery!"</|quote|>Mary s self-possession returned almost | recognizing the face in the fitful light of the staircase.<|quote|>"Mary? I m Katharine Hilbery!"</|quote|>Mary s self-possession returned almost excessively, and her welcome was | still, and when the knock sounded, she got up directly and opened the door without hesitation. She saw a tall figure outside, with something ominous to her eyes in the look of it. "What do you want?" she said, not recognizing the face in the fitful light of the staircase.<|quote|>"Mary? I m Katharine Hilbery!"</|quote|... | no way of escape. She did not even know whether that oblong mark on the ceiling was a trap-door to the roof or not. And if she got on to the roof well, there was a drop of sixty feet or so on to the pavement. But she sat perfectly still, and when the knock sounded, she got up directly and opened the door without hesita... | perfectly natural possibilities; but, to her surprise, her mind rejected each one of them impatiently, even apprehensively. The step became slow, as it was apt to do at the end of the steep climb, and Mary, listening for the regular sound, was filled with an intolerable nervousness. Leaning against the table, she felt ... | than her custom. Ralph had told her once that she couldn t write English, which accounted for those frequent blots and insertions; but she put all that behind her, and drove ahead with such words as came her way, until she had accomplished half a page of generalization and might legitimately draw breath. Directly her h... | wires of thought and progress came together. When she returned, with a message from the printer, she found that Mary was putting on her hat firmly; there was something imperious and dominating in her attitude altogether. "Look, Sally," she said, "these letters want copying. These I ve not looked at. The question of the... | couldn t write English, which accounted for those frequent blots and insertions; but she put all that behind her, and drove ahead with such words as came her way, until she had accomplished half a page of generalization and might legitimately draw breath. Directly her hand stopped her brain stopped too, and she began t... | Night And Day |
Mary s self-possession returned almost excessively, and her welcome was decidedly cold, as if she must recoup herself for this ridiculous waste of emotion. She moved her green-shaded lamp to another table, and covered "Some Aspects of the Democratic State" with a sheet of blotting-paper. | No speaker | "Mary? I m Katharine Hilbery!"<|quote|>Mary s self-possession returned almost excessively, and her welcome was decidedly cold, as if she must recoup herself for this ridiculous waste of emotion. She moved her green-shaded lamp to another table, and covered "Some Aspects of the Democratic State" with a sheet of blotting... | fitful light of the staircase. "Mary? I m Katharine Hilbery!"<|quote|>Mary s self-possession returned almost excessively, and her welcome was decidedly cold, as if she must recoup herself for this ridiculous waste of emotion. She moved her green-shaded lamp to another table, and covered "Some Aspects of the Democratic ... | sounded, she got up directly and opened the door without hesitation. She saw a tall figure outside, with something ominous to her eyes in the look of it. "What do you want?" she said, not recognizing the face in the fitful light of the staircase. "Mary? I m Katharine Hilbery!"<|quote|>Mary s self-possession returned al... | did not even know whether that oblong mark on the ceiling was a trap-door to the roof or not. And if she got on to the roof well, there was a drop of sixty feet or so on to the pavement. But she sat perfectly still, and when the knock sounded, she got up directly and opened the door without hesitation. She saw a tall f... | her surprise, her mind rejected each one of them impatiently, even apprehensively. The step became slow, as it was apt to do at the end of the steep climb, and Mary, listening for the regular sound, was filled with an intolerable nervousness. Leaning against the table, she felt the knock of her heart push her body perc... | told her once that she couldn t write English, which accounted for those frequent blots and insertions; but she put all that behind her, and drove ahead with such words as came her way, until she had accomplished half a page of generalization and might legitimately draw breath. Directly her hand stopped her brain stopp... | came together. When she returned, with a message from the printer, she found that Mary was putting on her hat firmly; there was something imperious and dominating in her attitude altogether. "Look, Sally," she said, "these letters want copying. These I ve not looked at. The question of the new census will have to be go... | presented herself with each of these perfectly natural possibilities; but, to her surprise, her mind rejected each one of them impatiently, even apprehensively. The step became slow, as it was apt to do at the end of the steep climb, and Mary, listening for the regular sound, was filled with an intolerable nervousness.... | Night And Day |
"Why can t they leave me alone?" | Mary Datchet | with a sheet of blotting-paper.<|quote|>"Why can t they leave me alone?"</|quote|>she thought bitterly, connecting Katharine | Aspects of the Democratic State" with a sheet of blotting-paper.<|quote|>"Why can t they leave me alone?"</|quote|>she thought bitterly, connecting Katharine and Ralph in a conspiracy | "Mary? I m Katharine Hilbery!" Mary s self-possession returned almost excessively, and her welcome was decidedly cold, as if she must recoup herself for this ridiculous waste of emotion. She moved her green-shaded lamp to another table, and covered "Some Aspects of the Democratic State" with a sheet of blotting-paper.<... | still, and when the knock sounded, she got up directly and opened the door without hesitation. She saw a tall figure outside, with something ominous to her eyes in the look of it. "What do you want?" she said, not recognizing the face in the fitful light of the staircase. "Mary? I m Katharine Hilbery!" Mary s self-poss... | table, she felt the knock of her heart push her body perceptibly backwards and forwards a state of nerves astonishing and reprehensible in a stable woman. Grotesque fancies took shape. Alone, at the top of the house, an unknown person approaching nearer and nearer how could she escape? There was no way of escape. She d... | legitimately draw breath. Directly her hand stopped her brain stopped too, and she began to listen. A paper-boy shouted down the street; an omnibus ceased and lurched on again with the heave of duty once more shouldered; the dullness of the sounds suggested that a fog had risen since her return, if, indeed, a fog has p... | The question of the new census will have to be gone into carefully. But I m going home now. Good night, Mr. Clacton; good night, Sally." "We are very fortunate in our secretary, Mr. Clacton," said Mrs. Seal, pausing with her hand on the papers, as the door shut behind Mary. Mr. Clacton himself had been vaguely impresse... | futility of proceeding, with her pen in the air.... Oh, yes, Ralph had come in at that point. She scored that sheet very effectively, and, choosing a fresh one, began at a great rate with a generalization upon the structure of human society, which was a good deal bolder than her custom. Ralph had told her once that she... | Night And Day |
she thought bitterly, connecting Katharine and Ralph in a conspiracy to take from her even this hour of solitary study, even this poor little defence against the world. And, as she smoothed down the sheet of blotting-paper over the manuscript, she braced herself to resist Katharine, whose presence struck her, not merel... | No speaker | t they leave me alone?"<|quote|>she thought bitterly, connecting Katharine and Ralph in a conspiracy to take from her even this hour of solitary study, even this poor little defence against the world. And, as she smoothed down the sheet of blotting-paper over the manuscript, she braced herself to resist Katharine, whos... | sheet of blotting-paper. "Why can t they leave me alone?"<|quote|>she thought bitterly, connecting Katharine and Ralph in a conspiracy to take from her even this hour of solitary study, even this poor little defence against the world. And, as she smoothed down the sheet of blotting-paper over the manuscript, she braced... | self-possession returned almost excessively, and her welcome was decidedly cold, as if she must recoup herself for this ridiculous waste of emotion. She moved her green-shaded lamp to another table, and covered "Some Aspects of the Democratic State" with a sheet of blotting-paper. "Why can t they leave me alone?"<|quot... | got up directly and opened the door without hesitation. She saw a tall figure outside, with something ominous to her eyes in the look of it. "What do you want?" she said, not recognizing the face in the fitful light of the staircase. "Mary? I m Katharine Hilbery!" Mary s self-possession returned almost excessively, and... | heart push her body perceptibly backwards and forwards a state of nerves astonishing and reprehensible in a stable woman. Grotesque fancies took shape. Alone, at the top of the house, an unknown person approaching nearer and nearer how could she escape? There was no way of escape. She did not even know whether that obl... | her brain stopped too, and she began to listen. A paper-boy shouted down the street; an omnibus ceased and lurched on again with the heave of duty once more shouldered; the dullness of the sounds suggested that a fog had risen since her return, if, indeed, a fog has power to deaden sound, of which fact, she could not b... | have to be gone into carefully. But I m going home now. Good night, Mr. Clacton; good night, Sally." "We are very fortunate in our secretary, Mr. Clacton," said Mrs. Seal, pausing with her hand on the papers, as the door shut behind Mary. Mr. Clacton himself had been vaguely impressed by something in Mary s behavior to... | she began to listen. A paper-boy shouted down the street; an omnibus ceased and lurched on again with the heave of duty once more shouldered; the dullness of the sounds suggested that a fog had risen since her return, if, indeed, a fog has power to deaden sound, of which fact, she could not be sure at the present momen... | Night And Day |
"You re working?" | Katharine Hilbery | the nature of a menace.<|quote|>"You re working?"</|quote|>said Katharine, with hesitation, perceiving | usual, but as something in the nature of a menace.<|quote|>"You re working?"</|quote|>said Katharine, with hesitation, perceiving that she was not welcome. | hour of solitary study, even this poor little defence against the world. And, as she smoothed down the sheet of blotting-paper over the manuscript, she braced herself to resist Katharine, whose presence struck her, not merely by its force, as usual, but as something in the nature of a menace.<|quote|>"You re working?"<... | for this ridiculous waste of emotion. She moved her green-shaded lamp to another table, and covered "Some Aspects of the Democratic State" with a sheet of blotting-paper. "Why can t they leave me alone?" she thought bitterly, connecting Katharine and Ralph in a conspiracy to take from her even this hour of solitary stu... | not. And if she got on to the roof well, there was a drop of sixty feet or so on to the pavement. But she sat perfectly still, and when the knock sounded, she got up directly and opened the door without hesitation. She saw a tall figure outside, with something ominous to her eyes in the look of it. "What do you want?" ... | was the sort of fact Ralph Denham knew. At any rate, it was no concern of hers, and she was about to dip a pen when her ear was caught by the sound of a step upon the stone staircase. She followed it past Mr. Chippen s chambers; past Mr. Gibson s; past Mr. Turner s; after which it became her sound. A postman, a washerw... | would become necessary to tell her that there could not be two masters in one office but she was certainly able, very able, and in touch with a group of very clever young men. No doubt they had suggested to her some of her new ideas. He signified his assent to Mrs. Seal s remark, but observed, with a glance at the cloc... | past Mr. Gibson s; past Mr. Turner s; after which it became her sound. A postman, a washerwoman, a circular, a bill she presented herself with each of these perfectly natural possibilities; but, to her surprise, her mind rejected each one of them impatiently, even apprehensively. The step became slow, as it was apt to ... | Night And Day |
said Katharine, with hesitation, perceiving that she was not welcome. | No speaker | a menace. "You re working?"<|quote|>said Katharine, with hesitation, perceiving that she was not welcome.</|quote|>"Nothing that matters," Mary replied, | something in the nature of a menace. "You re working?"<|quote|>said Katharine, with hesitation, perceiving that she was not welcome.</|quote|>"Nothing that matters," Mary replied, drawing forward the best of | study, even this poor little defence against the world. And, as she smoothed down the sheet of blotting-paper over the manuscript, she braced herself to resist Katharine, whose presence struck her, not merely by its force, as usual, but as something in the nature of a menace. "You re working?"<|quote|>said Katharine, w... | waste of emotion. She moved her green-shaded lamp to another table, and covered "Some Aspects of the Democratic State" with a sheet of blotting-paper. "Why can t they leave me alone?" she thought bitterly, connecting Katharine and Ralph in a conspiracy to take from her even this hour of solitary study, even this poor l... | she got on to the roof well, there was a drop of sixty feet or so on to the pavement. But she sat perfectly still, and when the knock sounded, she got up directly and opened the door without hesitation. She saw a tall figure outside, with something ominous to her eyes in the look of it. "What do you want?" she said, no... | of fact Ralph Denham knew. At any rate, it was no concern of hers, and she was about to dip a pen when her ear was caught by the sound of a step upon the stone staircase. She followed it past Mr. Chippen s chambers; past Mr. Gibson s; past Mr. Turner s; after which it became her sound. A postman, a washerwoman, a circu... | to tell her that there could not be two masters in one office but she was certainly able, very able, and in touch with a group of very clever young men. No doubt they had suggested to her some of her new ideas. He signified his assent to Mrs. Seal s remark, but observed, with a glance at the clock, which showed only ha... | the sort of fact Ralph Denham knew. At any rate, it was no concern of hers, and she was about to dip a pen when her ear was caught by the sound of a step upon the stone staircase. She followed it past Mr. Chippen s chambers; past Mr. Gibson s; past Mr. Turner s; after which it became her sound. A postman, a washerwoman... | Night And Day |
"Nothing that matters," | Mary Datchet | that she was not welcome.<|quote|>"Nothing that matters,"</|quote|>Mary replied, drawing forward the | said Katharine, with hesitation, perceiving that she was not welcome.<|quote|>"Nothing that matters,"</|quote|>Mary replied, drawing forward the best of the chairs and | as she smoothed down the sheet of blotting-paper over the manuscript, she braced herself to resist Katharine, whose presence struck her, not merely by its force, as usual, but as something in the nature of a menace. "You re working?" said Katharine, with hesitation, perceiving that she was not welcome.<|quote|>"Nothing... | table, and covered "Some Aspects of the Democratic State" with a sheet of blotting-paper. "Why can t they leave me alone?" she thought bitterly, connecting Katharine and Ralph in a conspiracy to take from her even this hour of solitary study, even this poor little defence against the world. And, as she smoothed down th... | drop of sixty feet or so on to the pavement. But she sat perfectly still, and when the knock sounded, she got up directly and opened the door without hesitation. She saw a tall figure outside, with something ominous to her eyes in the look of it. "What do you want?" she said, not recognizing the face in the fitful ligh... | no concern of hers, and she was about to dip a pen when her ear was caught by the sound of a step upon the stone staircase. She followed it past Mr. Chippen s chambers; past Mr. Gibson s; past Mr. Turner s; after which it became her sound. A postman, a washerwoman, a circular, a bill she presented herself with each of ... | in one office but she was certainly able, very able, and in touch with a group of very clever young men. No doubt they had suggested to her some of her new ideas. He signified his assent to Mrs. Seal s remark, but observed, with a glance at the clock, which showed only half an hour past five: "If she takes the work ser... | had come in at that point. She scored that sheet very effectively, and, choosing a fresh one, began at a great rate with a generalization upon the structure of human society, which was a good deal bolder than her custom. Ralph had told her once that she couldn t write English, which accounted for those frequent blots a... | Night And Day |
Mary replied, drawing forward the best of the chairs and poking the fire. | No speaker | not welcome. "Nothing that matters,"<|quote|>Mary replied, drawing forward the best of the chairs and poking the fire.</|quote|>"I didn t know you | hesitation, perceiving that she was not welcome. "Nothing that matters,"<|quote|>Mary replied, drawing forward the best of the chairs and poking the fire.</|quote|>"I didn t know you had to work after you | down the sheet of blotting-paper over the manuscript, she braced herself to resist Katharine, whose presence struck her, not merely by its force, as usual, but as something in the nature of a menace. "You re working?" said Katharine, with hesitation, perceiving that she was not welcome. "Nothing that matters,"<|quote|>... | "Some Aspects of the Democratic State" with a sheet of blotting-paper. "Why can t they leave me alone?" she thought bitterly, connecting Katharine and Ralph in a conspiracy to take from her even this hour of solitary study, even this poor little defence against the world. And, as she smoothed down the sheet of blotting... | feet or so on to the pavement. But she sat perfectly still, and when the knock sounded, she got up directly and opened the door without hesitation. She saw a tall figure outside, with something ominous to her eyes in the look of it. "What do you want?" she said, not recognizing the face in the fitful light of the stair... | hers, and she was about to dip a pen when her ear was caught by the sound of a step upon the stone staircase. She followed it past Mr. Chippen s chambers; past Mr. Gibson s; past Mr. Turner s; after which it became her sound. A postman, a washerwoman, a circular, a bill she presented herself with each of these perfectl... | but she was certainly able, very able, and in touch with a group of very clever young men. No doubt they had suggested to her some of her new ideas. He signified his assent to Mrs. Seal s remark, but observed, with a glance at the clock, which showed only half an hour past five: "If she takes the work seriously, Mrs. S... | and nearer how could she escape? There was no way of escape. She did not even know whether that oblong mark on the ceiling was a trap-door to the roof or not. And if she got on to the roof well, there was a drop of sixty feet or so on to the pavement. But she sat perfectly still, and when the knock sounded, she got up ... | Night And Day |
"I didn t know you had to work after you had left the office," | Katharine Hilbery | chairs and poking the fire.<|quote|>"I didn t know you had to work after you had left the office,"</|quote|>said Katharine, in a tone | forward the best of the chairs and poking the fire.<|quote|>"I didn t know you had to work after you had left the office,"</|quote|>said Katharine, in a tone which gave the impression that | Katharine, whose presence struck her, not merely by its force, as usual, but as something in the nature of a menace. "You re working?" said Katharine, with hesitation, perceiving that she was not welcome. "Nothing that matters," Mary replied, drawing forward the best of the chairs and poking the fire.<|quote|>"I didn t... | t they leave me alone?" she thought bitterly, connecting Katharine and Ralph in a conspiracy to take from her even this hour of solitary study, even this poor little defence against the world. And, as she smoothed down the sheet of blotting-paper over the manuscript, she braced herself to resist Katharine, whose presen... | when the knock sounded, she got up directly and opened the door without hesitation. She saw a tall figure outside, with something ominous to her eyes in the look of it. "What do you want?" she said, not recognizing the face in the fitful light of the staircase. "Mary? I m Katharine Hilbery!" Mary s self-possession retu... | caught by the sound of a step upon the stone staircase. She followed it past Mr. Chippen s chambers; past Mr. Gibson s; past Mr. Turner s; after which it became her sound. A postman, a washerwoman, a circular, a bill she presented herself with each of these perfectly natural possibilities; but, to her surprise, her min... | of very clever young men. No doubt they had suggested to her some of her new ideas. He signified his assent to Mrs. Seal s remark, but observed, with a glance at the clock, which showed only half an hour past five: "If she takes the work seriously, Mrs. Seal but that s just what some of your clever young ladies don t d... | She scored that sheet very effectively, and, choosing a fresh one, began at a great rate with a generalization upon the structure of human society, which was a good deal bolder than her custom. Ralph had told her once that she couldn t write English, which accounted for those frequent blots and insertions; but she put ... | Night And Day |
said Katharine, in a tone which gave the impression that she was thinking of something else, as was, indeed, the case. She had been paying calls with her mother, and in between the calls Mrs. Hilbery had rushed into shops and bought pillow-cases and blotting-books on no perceptible method for the furnishing of Katharin... | No speaker | you had left the office,"<|quote|>said Katharine, in a tone which gave the impression that she was thinking of something else, as was, indeed, the case. She had been paying calls with her mother, and in between the calls Mrs. Hilbery had rushed into shops and bought pillow-cases and blotting-books on no perceptible met... | you had to work after you had left the office,"<|quote|>said Katharine, in a tone which gave the impression that she was thinking of something else, as was, indeed, the case. She had been paying calls with her mother, and in between the calls Mrs. Hilbery had rushed into shops and bought pillow-cases and blotting-books... | something in the nature of a menace. "You re working?" said Katharine, with hesitation, perceiving that she was not welcome. "Nothing that matters," Mary replied, drawing forward the best of the chairs and poking the fire. "I didn t know you had to work after you had left the office,"<|quote|>said Katharine, in a tone ... | conspiracy to take from her even this hour of solitary study, even this poor little defence against the world. And, as she smoothed down the sheet of blotting-paper over the manuscript, she braced herself to resist Katharine, whose presence struck her, not merely by its force, as usual, but as something in the nature o... | She saw a tall figure outside, with something ominous to her eyes in the look of it. "What do you want?" she said, not recognizing the face in the fitful light of the staircase. "Mary? I m Katharine Hilbery!" Mary s self-possession returned almost excessively, and her welcome was decidedly cold, as if she must recoup h... | past Mr. Chippen s chambers; past Mr. Gibson s; past Mr. Turner s; after which it became her sound. A postman, a washerwoman, a circular, a bill she presented herself with each of these perfectly natural possibilities; but, to her surprise, her mind rejected each one of them impatiently, even apprehensively. The step b... | her new ideas. He signified his assent to Mrs. Seal s remark, but observed, with a glance at the clock, which showed only half an hour past five: "If she takes the work seriously, Mrs. Seal but that s just what some of your clever young ladies don t do." So saying he returned to his room, and Mrs. Seal, after a moment ... | her ear was caught by the sound of a step upon the stone staircase. She followed it past Mr. Chippen s chambers; past Mr. Gibson s; past Mr. Turner s; after which it became her sound. A postman, a washerwoman, a circular, a bill she presented herself with each of these perfectly natural possibilities; but, to her surpr... | Night And Day |
"Oh dear," | Katharine Hilbery | worst presence of all. For,<|quote|>"Oh dear,"</|quote|>she thought, looking into a | and their intimacy was the worst presence of all. For,<|quote|>"Oh dear,"</|quote|>she thought, looking into a tobacconist s window, "I don | strength, affection, sympathy. And she thought of them and looked at the faces passing, and thought how much alike they were, and how distant, nobody feeling anything as she felt nothing, and distance, she thought, lay inevitably between the closest, and their intimacy was the worst presence of all. For,<|quote|>"Oh de... | to which her expectation of an evening alone with Rodney contributed. They were very good friends again, better friends, they both said, than ever before. So far as she was concerned this was true. There were many more things in him than she had guessed until emotion brought them forth strength, affection, sympathy. An... | pillow-cases and blotting-books on no perceptible method for the furnishing of Katharine s house. Katharine had a sense of impedimenta accumulating on all sides of her. She had left her at length, and had come on to keep an engagement to dine with Rodney at his rooms. But she did not mean to get to him before seven o c... | returned almost excessively, and her welcome was decidedly cold, as if she must recoup herself for this ridiculous waste of emotion. She moved her green-shaded lamp to another table, and covered "Some Aspects of the Democratic State" with a sheet of blotting-paper. "Why can t they leave me alone?" she thought bitterly,... | that she couldn t write English, which accounted for those frequent blots and insertions; but she put all that behind her, and drove ahead with such words as came her way, until she had accomplished half a page of generalization and might legitimately draw breath. Directly her hand stopped her brain stopped too, and sh... | little defence against the world. And, as she smoothed down the sheet of blotting-paper over the manuscript, she braced herself to resist Katharine, whose presence struck her, not merely by its force, as usual, but as something in the nature of a menace. "You re working?" said Katharine, with hesitation, perceiving tha... | Night And Day |
she thought, looking into a tobacconist s window, | No speaker | of all. For, "Oh dear,"<|quote|>she thought, looking into a tobacconist s window,</|quote|>"I don t care for | intimacy was the worst presence of all. For, "Oh dear,"<|quote|>she thought, looking into a tobacconist s window,</|quote|>"I don t care for any of them, and I | sympathy. And she thought of them and looked at the faces passing, and thought how much alike they were, and how distant, nobody feeling anything as she felt nothing, and distance, she thought, lay inevitably between the closest, and their intimacy was the worst presence of all. For, "Oh dear,"<|quote|>she thought, loo... | her expectation of an evening alone with Rodney contributed. They were very good friends again, better friends, they both said, than ever before. So far as she was concerned this was true. There were many more things in him than she had guessed until emotion brought them forth strength, affection, sympathy. And she tho... | blotting-books on no perceptible method for the furnishing of Katharine s house. Katharine had a sense of impedimenta accumulating on all sides of her. She had left her at length, and had come on to keep an engagement to dine with Rodney at his rooms. But she did not mean to get to him before seven o clock, and so had ... | excessively, and her welcome was decidedly cold, as if she must recoup herself for this ridiculous waste of emotion. She moved her green-shaded lamp to another table, and covered "Some Aspects of the Democratic State" with a sheet of blotting-paper. "Why can t they leave me alone?" she thought bitterly, connecting Kath... | couldn t write English, which accounted for those frequent blots and insertions; but she put all that behind her, and drove ahead with such words as came her way, until she had accomplished half a page of generalization and might legitimately draw breath. Directly her hand stopped her brain stopped too, and she began t... | presence struck her, not merely by its force, as usual, but as something in the nature of a menace. "You re working?" said Katharine, with hesitation, perceiving that she was not welcome. "Nothing that matters," Mary replied, drawing forward the best of the chairs and poking the fire. "I didn t know you had to work aft... | Night And Day |
"I don t care for any of them, and I don t care for William, and people say this is the thing that matters most, and I can t see what they mean by it." | Katharine Hilbery | into a tobacconist s window,<|quote|>"I don t care for any of them, and I don t care for William, and people say this is the thing that matters most, and I can t see what they mean by it."</|quote|>She looked desperately at the | "Oh dear," she thought, looking into a tobacconist s window,<|quote|>"I don t care for any of them, and I don t care for William, and people say this is the thing that matters most, and I can t see what they mean by it."</|quote|>She looked desperately at the smooth-bowled pipes, and wondered should | at the faces passing, and thought how much alike they were, and how distant, nobody feeling anything as she felt nothing, and distance, she thought, lay inevitably between the closest, and their intimacy was the worst presence of all. For, "Oh dear," she thought, looking into a tobacconist s window,<|quote|>"I don t ca... | contributed. They were very good friends again, better friends, they both said, than ever before. So far as she was concerned this was true. There were many more things in him than she had guessed until emotion brought them forth strength, affection, sympathy. And she thought of them and looked at the faces passing, an... | of Katharine s house. Katharine had a sense of impedimenta accumulating on all sides of her. She had left her at length, and had come on to keep an engagement to dine with Rodney at his rooms. But she did not mean to get to him before seven o clock, and so had plenty of time to walk all the way from Bond Street to the ... | if she must recoup herself for this ridiculous waste of emotion. She moved her green-shaded lamp to another table, and covered "Some Aspects of the Democratic State" with a sheet of blotting-paper. "Why can t they leave me alone?" she thought bitterly, connecting Katharine and Ralph in a conspiracy to take from her eve... | frequent blots and insertions; but she put all that behind her, and drove ahead with such words as came her way, until she had accomplished half a page of generalization and might legitimately draw breath. Directly her hand stopped her brain stopped too, and she began to listen. A paper-boy shouted down the street; an ... | in a stable woman. Grotesque fancies took shape. Alone, at the top of the house, an unknown person approaching nearer and nearer how could she escape? There was no way of escape. She did not even know whether that oblong mark on the ceiling was a trap-door to the roof or not. And if she got on to the roof well, there w... | Night And Day |
She looked desperately at the smooth-bowled pipes, and wondered should she walk on by the Strand or by the Embankment? It was not a simple question, for it concerned not different streets so much as different streams of thought. If she went by the Strand she would force herself to think out the problem of the future, o... | No speaker | what they mean by it."<|quote|>She looked desperately at the smooth-bowled pipes, and wondered should she walk on by the Strand or by the Embankment? It was not a simple question, for it concerned not different streets so much as different streams of thought. If she went by the Strand she would force herself to think o... | and I can t see what they mean by it."<|quote|>She looked desperately at the smooth-bowled pipes, and wondered should she walk on by the Strand or by the Embankment? It was not a simple question, for it concerned not different streets so much as different streams of thought. If she went by the Strand she would force he... | worst presence of all. For, "Oh dear," she thought, looking into a tobacconist s window, "I don t care for any of them, and I don t care for William, and people say this is the thing that matters most, and I can t see what they mean by it."<|quote|>She looked desperately at the smooth-bowled pipes, and wondered should ... | until emotion brought them forth strength, affection, sympathy. And she thought of them and looked at the faces passing, and thought how much alike they were, and how distant, nobody feeling anything as she felt nothing, and distance, she thought, lay inevitably between the closest, and their intimacy was the worst pre... | his rooms. But she did not mean to get to him before seven o clock, and so had plenty of time to walk all the way from Bond Street to the Temple if she wished it. The flow of faces streaming on either side of her had hypnotized her into a mood of profound despondency, to which her expectation of an evening alone with R... | they leave me alone?" she thought bitterly, connecting Katharine and Ralph in a conspiracy to take from her even this hour of solitary study, even this poor little defence against the world. And, as she smoothed down the sheet of blotting-paper over the manuscript, she braced herself to resist Katharine, whose presence... | Directly her hand stopped her brain stopped too, and she began to listen. A paper-boy shouted down the street; an omnibus ceased and lurched on again with the heave of duty once more shouldered; the dullness of the sounds suggested that a fog had risen since her return, if, indeed, a fog has power to deaden sound, of w... | and nearer how could she escape? There was no way of escape. She did not even know whether that oblong mark on the ceiling was a trap-door to the roof or not. And if she got on to the roof well, there was a drop of sixty feet or so on to the pavement. But she sat perfectly still, and when the knock sounded, she got up ... | Night And Day |
"I don t quite see," | Mary Datchet | made to realize to feel.<|quote|>"I don t quite see,"</|quote|>she said, as if Katharine | irresponsible individuals. She must be made to realize to feel.<|quote|>"I don t quite see,"</|quote|>she said, as if Katharine had challenged her explicitly, "how, | movements preliminary to departure. At the sight of this, Mary was aware she was abnormally aware of things to-night of another very strong desire; Katharine was not to be allowed to go, to disappear into the free, happy world of irresponsible individuals. She must be made to realize to feel.<|quote|>"I don t quite see... | direct, abrupt, and even antagonistic. She became conscious of a wish to make Katharine realize the importance of this work, which she discussed so coolly, as though she, too, had sacrificed what Mary herself had sacrificed. The swinging of the gloves ceased, and Katharine, after ten minutes, began to make movements pr... | to confide in her was quenched immediately. She was slightly amused at her own delusion, looked rather absent-minded, and swung her gloves to and fro, as if doling out the few minutes accurately before she could say good-by. Those few minutes might very well be spent in asking for information as to the exact position o... | the problem of the future, or some mathematical problem; if she went by the river she would certainly begin to think about things that didn t exist the forest, the ocean beach, the leafy solitudes, the magnanimous hero. No, no, no! A thousand times no! it wouldn t do; there was something repulsive in such thoughts at p... | struck her, not merely by its force, as usual, but as something in the nature of a menace. "You re working?" said Katharine, with hesitation, perceiving that she was not welcome. "Nothing that matters," Mary replied, drawing forward the best of the chairs and poking the fire. "I didn t know you had to work after you ha... | no! A thousand times no! it wouldn t do; there was something repulsive in such thoughts at present; she must take something else; she was out of that mood at present. And then she thought of Mary; the thought gave her confidence, even pleasure of a sad sort, as if the triumph of Ralph and Mary proved that the fault of ... | Night And Day |
she said, as if Katharine had challenged her explicitly, | No speaker | "I don t quite see,"<|quote|>she said, as if Katharine had challenged her explicitly,</|quote|>"how, things being as they | made to realize to feel. "I don t quite see,"<|quote|>she said, as if Katharine had challenged her explicitly,</|quote|>"how, things being as they are, any one can help | the sight of this, Mary was aware she was abnormally aware of things to-night of another very strong desire; Katharine was not to be allowed to go, to disappear into the free, happy world of irresponsible individuals. She must be made to realize to feel. "I don t quite see,"<|quote|>she said, as if Katharine had challe... | She became conscious of a wish to make Katharine realize the importance of this work, which she discussed so coolly, as though she, too, had sacrificed what Mary herself had sacrificed. The swinging of the gloves ceased, and Katharine, after ten minutes, began to make movements preliminary to departure. At the sight of... | quenched immediately. She was slightly amused at her own delusion, looked rather absent-minded, and swung her gloves to and fro, as if doling out the few minutes accurately before she could say good-by. Those few minutes might very well be spent in asking for information as to the exact position of the Suffrage Bill, o... | or some mathematical problem; if she went by the river she would certainly begin to think about things that didn t exist the forest, the ocean beach, the leafy solitudes, the magnanimous hero. No, no, no! A thousand times no! it wouldn t do; there was something repulsive in such thoughts at present; she must take somet... | its force, as usual, but as something in the nature of a menace. "You re working?" said Katharine, with hesitation, perceiving that she was not welcome. "Nothing that matters," Mary replied, drawing forward the best of the chairs and poking the fire. "I didn t know you had to work after you had left the office," said K... | looking into a tobacconist s window, "I don t care for any of them, and I don t care for William, and people say this is the thing that matters most, and I can t see what they mean by it." She looked desperately at the smooth-bowled pipes, and wondered should she walk on by the Strand or by the Embankment? It was not a... | Night And Day |
"how, things being as they are, any one can help trying, at least, to do something." | Mary Datchet | Katharine had challenged her explicitly,<|quote|>"how, things being as they are, any one can help trying, at least, to do something."</|quote|>"No. But how _are_ things?" | see," she said, as if Katharine had challenged her explicitly,<|quote|>"how, things being as they are, any one can help trying, at least, to do something."</|quote|>"No. But how _are_ things?" Mary pressed her lips, and | abnormally aware of things to-night of another very strong desire; Katharine was not to be allowed to go, to disappear into the free, happy world of irresponsible individuals. She must be made to realize to feel. "I don t quite see," she said, as if Katharine had challenged her explicitly,<|quote|>"how, things being as... | realize the importance of this work, which she discussed so coolly, as though she, too, had sacrificed what Mary herself had sacrificed. The swinging of the gloves ceased, and Katharine, after ten minutes, began to make movements preliminary to departure. At the sight of this, Mary was aware she was abnormally aware of... | delusion, looked rather absent-minded, and swung her gloves to and fro, as if doling out the few minutes accurately before she could say good-by. Those few minutes might very well be spent in asking for information as to the exact position of the Suffrage Bill, or in expounding her own very sensible view of the situati... | river she would certainly begin to think about things that didn t exist the forest, the ocean beach, the leafy solitudes, the magnanimous hero. No, no, no! A thousand times no! it wouldn t do; there was something repulsive in such thoughts at present; she must take something else; she was out of that mood at present. A... | nature of a menace. "You re working?" said Katharine, with hesitation, perceiving that she was not welcome. "Nothing that matters," Mary replied, drawing forward the best of the chairs and poking the fire. "I didn t know you had to work after you had left the office," said Katharine, in a tone which gave the impression... | natural trust in her, suggested a visit; for, surely, her liking was of a kind that implied liking upon Mary s side also. After a moment s hesitation she decided, although she seldom acted upon impulse, to act upon this one, and turned down a side street and found Mary s door. But her reception was not encouraging; cle... | Night And Day |
"No. But how _are_ things?" | Katharine Hilbery | at least, to do something."<|quote|>"No. But how _are_ things?"</|quote|>Mary pressed her lips, and | any one can help trying, at least, to do something."<|quote|>"No. But how _are_ things?"</|quote|>Mary pressed her lips, and smiled ironically; she had Katharine | to go, to disappear into the free, happy world of irresponsible individuals. She must be made to realize to feel. "I don t quite see," she said, as if Katharine had challenged her explicitly, "how, things being as they are, any one can help trying, at least, to do something."<|quote|>"No. But how _are_ things?"</|quote... | sacrificed what Mary herself had sacrificed. The swinging of the gloves ceased, and Katharine, after ten minutes, began to make movements preliminary to departure. At the sight of this, Mary was aware she was abnormally aware of things to-night of another very strong desire; Katharine was not to be allowed to go, to di... | few minutes accurately before she could say good-by. Those few minutes might very well be spent in asking for information as to the exact position of the Suffrage Bill, or in expounding her own very sensible view of the situation. But there was a tone in her voice, or a shade in her opinions, or a swing of her gloves w... | ocean beach, the leafy solitudes, the magnanimous hero. No, no, no! A thousand times no! it wouldn t do; there was something repulsive in such thoughts at present; she must take something else; she was out of that mood at present. And then she thought of Mary; the thought gave her confidence, even pleasure of a sad sor... | welcome. "Nothing that matters," Mary replied, drawing forward the best of the chairs and poking the fire. "I didn t know you had to work after you had left the office," said Katharine, in a tone which gave the impression that she was thinking of something else, as was, indeed, the case. She had been paying calls with ... | as different streams of thought. If she went by the Strand she would force herself to think out the problem of the future, or some mathematical problem; if she went by the river she would certainly begin to think about things that didn t exist the forest, the ocean beach, the leafy solitudes, the magnanimous hero. No, ... | Night And Day |
Mary pressed her lips, and smiled ironically; she had Katharine at her mercy; she could, if she liked, discharge upon her head wagon-loads of revolting proof of the state of things ignored by the casual, the amateur, the looker-on, the cynical observer of life at a distance. And yet she hesitated. As usual, when she fo... | No speaker | "No. But how _are_ things?"<|quote|>Mary pressed her lips, and smiled ironically; she had Katharine at her mercy; she could, if she liked, discharge upon her head wagon-loads of revolting proof of the state of things ignored by the casual, the amateur, the looker-on, the cynical observer of life at a distance. And yet ... | at least, to do something." "No. But how _are_ things?"<|quote|>Mary pressed her lips, and smiled ironically; she had Katharine at her mercy; she could, if she liked, discharge upon her head wagon-loads of revolting proof of the state of things ignored by the casual, the amateur, the looker-on, the cynical observer of ... | the free, happy world of irresponsible individuals. She must be made to realize to feel. "I don t quite see," she said, as if Katharine had challenged her explicitly, "how, things being as they are, any one can help trying, at least, to do something." "No. But how _are_ things?"<|quote|>Mary pressed her lips, and smile... | sacrificed. The swinging of the gloves ceased, and Katharine, after ten minutes, began to make movements preliminary to departure. At the sight of this, Mary was aware she was abnormally aware of things to-night of another very strong desire; Katharine was not to be allowed to go, to disappear into the free, happy worl... | could say good-by. Those few minutes might very well be spent in asking for information as to the exact position of the Suffrage Bill, or in expounding her own very sensible view of the situation. But there was a tone in her voice, or a shade in her opinions, or a swing of her gloves which served to irritate Mary Datch... | the magnanimous hero. No, no, no! A thousand times no! it wouldn t do; there was something repulsive in such thoughts at present; she must take something else; she was out of that mood at present. And then she thought of Mary; the thought gave her confidence, even pleasure of a sad sort, as if the triumph of Ralph and ... | replied, drawing forward the best of the chairs and poking the fire. "I didn t know you had to work after you had left the office," said Katharine, in a tone which gave the impression that she was thinking of something else, as was, indeed, the case. She had been paying calls with her mother, and in between the calls M... | side street and found Mary s door. But her reception was not encouraging; clearly Mary didn t want to see her, had no help to impart, and the half-formed desire to confide in her was quenched immediately. She was slightly amused at her own delusion, looked rather absent-minded, and swung her gloves to and fro, as if do... | Night And Day |
"You ll be married, and you ll have other things to think of," | Mary Datchet | fell flat against such armor.<|quote|>"You ll be married, and you ll have other things to think of,"</|quote|>she said inconsequently, and with | and phrases of Mr. Clacton fell flat against such armor.<|quote|>"You ll be married, and you ll have other things to think of,"</|quote|>she said inconsequently, and with an accent of condescension. She | but in her voice, in her face, in her attitude, there were signs of a soft brooding spirit, of a sensibility unblunted and profound, playing over her thoughts and deeds, and investing her manner with an habitual gentleness. The arguments and phrases of Mr. Clacton fell flat against such armor.<|quote|>"You ll be marrie... | when she found herself in talk with Katharine, she began to feel rapid alternations of opinion about her, arrows of sensation striking strangely through the envelope of personality, which shelters us so conveniently from our fellows. What an egoist, how aloof she was! And yet, not in her words, perhaps, but in her voic... | world of irresponsible individuals. She must be made to realize to feel. "I don t quite see," she said, as if Katharine had challenged her explicitly, "how, things being as they are, any one can help trying, at least, to do something." "No. But how _are_ things?" Mary pressed her lips, and smiled ironically; she had Ka... | to see her, had no help to impart, and the half-formed desire to confide in her was quenched immediately. She was slightly amused at her own delusion, looked rather absent-minded, and swung her gloves to and fro, as if doling out the few minutes accurately before she could say good-by. Those few minutes might very well... | streaming on either side of her had hypnotized her into a mood of profound despondency, to which her expectation of an evening alone with Rodney contributed. They were very good friends again, better friends, they both said, than ever before. So far as she was concerned this was true. There were many more things in him... | forest, the ocean beach, the leafy solitudes, the magnanimous hero. No, no, no! A thousand times no! it wouldn t do; there was something repulsive in such thoughts at present; she must take something else; she was out of that mood at present. And then she thought of Mary; the thought gave her confidence, even pleasure ... | Night And Day |
she said inconsequently, and with an accent of condescension. She was not going to make Katharine understand in a second, as she would, all she herself had learnt at the cost of such pain. No. Katharine was to be happy; Katharine was to be ignorant; Mary was to keep this knowledge of the impersonal life for herself. Th... | No speaker | other things to think of,"<|quote|>she said inconsequently, and with an accent of condescension. She was not going to make Katharine understand in a second, as she would, all she herself had learnt at the cost of such pain. No. Katharine was to be happy; Katharine was to be ignorant; Mary was to keep this knowledge of ... | married, and you ll have other things to think of,"<|quote|>she said inconsequently, and with an accent of condescension. She was not going to make Katharine understand in a second, as she would, all she herself had learnt at the cost of such pain. No. Katharine was to be happy; Katharine was to be ignorant; Mary was t... | of a soft brooding spirit, of a sensibility unblunted and profound, playing over her thoughts and deeds, and investing her manner with an habitual gentleness. The arguments and phrases of Mr. Clacton fell flat against such armor. "You ll be married, and you ll have other things to think of,"<|quote|>she said inconseque... | alternations of opinion about her, arrows of sensation striking strangely through the envelope of personality, which shelters us so conveniently from our fellows. What an egoist, how aloof she was! And yet, not in her words, perhaps, but in her voice, in her face, in her attitude, there were signs of a soft brooding sp... | don t quite see," she said, as if Katharine had challenged her explicitly, "how, things being as they are, any one can help trying, at least, to do something." "No. But how _are_ things?" Mary pressed her lips, and smiled ironically; she had Katharine at her mercy; she could, if she liked, discharge upon her head wagon... | confide in her was quenched immediately. She was slightly amused at her own delusion, looked rather absent-minded, and swung her gloves to and fro, as if doling out the few minutes accurately before she could say good-by. Those few minutes might very well be spent in asking for information as to the exact position of t... | profound despondency, to which her expectation of an evening alone with Rodney contributed. They were very good friends again, better friends, they both said, than ever before. So far as she was concerned this was true. There were many more things in him than she had guessed until emotion brought them forth strength, a... | and swung her gloves to and fro, as if doling out the few minutes accurately before she could say good-by. Those few minutes might very well be spent in asking for information as to the exact position of the Suffrage Bill, or in expounding her own very sensible view of the situation. But there was a tone in her voice, ... | Night And Day |
"I think you re very lucky," | Katharine Hilbery | life of one s own.<|quote|>"I think you re very lucky,"</|quote|>she observed. "I envy you, | work one could have a life of one s own.<|quote|>"I think you re very lucky,"</|quote|>she observed. "I envy you, living alone and having your | the uncomfortable interview? The green-shaded lamp burnt in the corner, and illumined books and pens and blotting-paper. The whole aspect of the place started another train of thought and struck her as enviably free; in such a room one could work one could have a life of one s own.<|quote|>"I think you re very lucky,"<... | signs of leave-taking; she had drawn on one of her gloves, and looked about her as if in search of some trivial saying to end with. Wasn t there some picture, or clock, or chest of drawers which might be singled out for notice? something peaceable and friendly to end the uncomfortable interview? The green-shaded lamp b... | make Katharine understand in a second, as she would, all she herself had learnt at the cost of such pain. No. Katharine was to be happy; Katharine was to be ignorant; Mary was to keep this knowledge of the impersonal life for herself. The thought of her morning s renunciation stung her conscience, and she tried to expa... | things being as they are, any one can help trying, at least, to do something." "No. But how _are_ things?" Mary pressed her lips, and smiled ironically; she had Katharine at her mercy; she could, if she liked, discharge upon her head wagon-loads of revolting proof of the state of things ignored by the casual, the amate... | she would certainly begin to think about things that didn t exist the forest, the ocean beach, the leafy solitudes, the magnanimous hero. No, no, no! A thousand times no! it wouldn t do; there was something repulsive in such thoughts at present; she must take something else; she was out of that mood at present. And the... | and with an accent of condescension. She was not going to make Katharine understand in a second, as she would, all she herself had learnt at the cost of such pain. No. Katharine was to be happy; Katharine was to be ignorant; Mary was to keep this knowledge of the impersonal life for herself. The thought of her morning ... | Night And Day |
she observed. | No speaker | think you re very lucky,"<|quote|>she observed.</|quote|>"I envy you, living alone | of one s own. "I think you re very lucky,"<|quote|>she observed.</|quote|>"I envy you, living alone and having your own things" | burnt in the corner, and illumined books and pens and blotting-paper. The whole aspect of the place started another train of thought and struck her as enviably free; in such a room one could work one could have a life of one s own. "I think you re very lucky,"<|quote|>she observed.</|quote|>"I envy you, living alone an... | on one of her gloves, and looked about her as if in search of some trivial saying to end with. Wasn t there some picture, or clock, or chest of drawers which might be singled out for notice? something peaceable and friendly to end the uncomfortable interview? The green-shaded lamp burnt in the corner, and illumined boo... | as she would, all she herself had learnt at the cost of such pain. No. Katharine was to be happy; Katharine was to be ignorant; Mary was to keep this knowledge of the impersonal life for herself. The thought of her morning s renunciation stung her conscience, and she tried to expand once more into that impersonal condi... | one can help trying, at least, to do something." "No. But how _are_ things?" Mary pressed her lips, and smiled ironically; she had Katharine at her mercy; she could, if she liked, discharge upon her head wagon-loads of revolting proof of the state of things ignored by the casual, the amateur, the looker-on, the cynical... | about things that didn t exist the forest, the ocean beach, the leafy solitudes, the magnanimous hero. No, no, no! A thousand times no! it wouldn t do; there was something repulsive in such thoughts at present; she must take something else; she was out of that mood at present. And then she thought of Mary; the thought ... | But there was a tone in her voice, or a shade in her opinions, or a swing of her gloves which served to irritate Mary Datchet, whose manner became increasingly direct, abrupt, and even antagonistic. She became conscious of a wish to make Katharine realize the importance of this work, which she discussed so coolly, as t... | Night And Day |
"I envy you, living alone and having your own things" | Katharine Hilbery | re very lucky," she observed.<|quote|>"I envy you, living alone and having your own things"</|quote|>and engaged in this exalted | s own. "I think you re very lucky," she observed.<|quote|>"I envy you, living alone and having your own things"</|quote|>and engaged in this exalted way, which had no recognition | the corner, and illumined books and pens and blotting-paper. The whole aspect of the place started another train of thought and struck her as enviably free; in such a room one could work one could have a life of one s own. "I think you re very lucky," she observed.<|quote|>"I envy you, living alone and having your own ... | of her gloves, and looked about her as if in search of some trivial saying to end with. Wasn t there some picture, or clock, or chest of drawers which might be singled out for notice? something peaceable and friendly to end the uncomfortable interview? The green-shaded lamp burnt in the corner, and illumined books and ... | would, all she herself had learnt at the cost of such pain. No. Katharine was to be happy; Katharine was to be ignorant; Mary was to keep this knowledge of the impersonal life for herself. The thought of her morning s renunciation stung her conscience, and she tried to expand once more into that impersonal condition wh... | help trying, at least, to do something." "No. But how _are_ things?" Mary pressed her lips, and smiled ironically; she had Katharine at her mercy; she could, if she liked, discharge upon her head wagon-loads of revolting proof of the state of things ignored by the casual, the amateur, the looker-on, the cynical observe... | that didn t exist the forest, the ocean beach, the leafy solitudes, the magnanimous hero. No, no, no! A thousand times no! it wouldn t do; there was something repulsive in such thoughts at present; she must take something else; she was out of that mood at present. And then she thought of Mary; the thought gave her conf... | well be spent in asking for information as to the exact position of the Suffrage Bill, or in expounding her own very sensible view of the situation. But there was a tone in her voice, or a shade in her opinions, or a swing of her gloves which served to irritate Mary Datchet, whose manner became increasingly direct, abr... | Night And Day |
and engaged in this exalted way, which had no recognition or engagement-ring, she added in her own mind. Mary s lips parted slightly. She could not conceive in what respects Katharine, who spoke sincerely, could envy her. | No speaker | and having your own things"<|quote|>and engaged in this exalted way, which had no recognition or engagement-ring, she added in her own mind. Mary s lips parted slightly. She could not conceive in what respects Katharine, who spoke sincerely, could envy her.</|quote|>"I don t think you | "I envy you, living alone and having your own things"<|quote|>and engaged in this exalted way, which had no recognition or engagement-ring, she added in her own mind. Mary s lips parted slightly. She could not conceive in what respects Katharine, who spoke sincerely, could envy her.</|quote|>"I don t think you ve got a... | whole aspect of the place started another train of thought and struck her as enviably free; in such a room one could work one could have a life of one s own. "I think you re very lucky," she observed. "I envy you, living alone and having your own things"<|quote|>and engaged in this exalted way, which had no recognition... | search of some trivial saying to end with. Wasn t there some picture, or clock, or chest of drawers which might be singled out for notice? something peaceable and friendly to end the uncomfortable interview? The green-shaded lamp burnt in the corner, and illumined books and pens and blotting-paper. The whole aspect of ... | such pain. No. Katharine was to be happy; Katharine was to be ignorant; Mary was to keep this knowledge of the impersonal life for herself. The thought of her morning s renunciation stung her conscience, and she tried to expand once more into that impersonal condition which was so lofty and so painless. She must check ... | _are_ things?" Mary pressed her lips, and smiled ironically; she had Katharine at her mercy; she could, if she liked, discharge upon her head wagon-loads of revolting proof of the state of things ignored by the casual, the amateur, the looker-on, the cynical observer of life at a distance. And yet she hesitated. As usu... | leafy solitudes, the magnanimous hero. No, no, no! A thousand times no! it wouldn t do; there was something repulsive in such thoughts at present; she must take something else; she was out of that mood at present. And then she thought of Mary; the thought gave her confidence, even pleasure of a sad sort, as if the triu... | was abnormally aware of things to-night of another very strong desire; Katharine was not to be allowed to go, to disappear into the free, happy world of irresponsible individuals. She must be made to realize to feel. "I don t quite see," she said, as if Katharine had challenged her explicitly, "how, things being as the... | Night And Day |
"I don t think you ve got any reason to envy me," | Mary Datchet | spoke sincerely, could envy her.<|quote|>"I don t think you ve got any reason to envy me,"</|quote|>she said. "Perhaps one always | in what respects Katharine, who spoke sincerely, could envy her.<|quote|>"I don t think you ve got any reason to envy me,"</|quote|>she said. "Perhaps one always envies other people," Katharine observed | lucky," she observed. "I envy you, living alone and having your own things" and engaged in this exalted way, which had no recognition or engagement-ring, she added in her own mind. Mary s lips parted slightly. She could not conceive in what respects Katharine, who spoke sincerely, could envy her.<|quote|>"I don t think... | lamp burnt in the corner, and illumined books and pens and blotting-paper. The whole aspect of the place started another train of thought and struck her as enviably free; in such a room one could work one could have a life of one s own. "I think you re very lucky," she observed. "I envy you, living alone and having you... | tried to expand once more into that impersonal condition which was so lofty and so painless. She must check this desire to be an individual again, whose wishes were in conflict with those of other people. She repented of her bitterness. Katharine now renewed her signs of leave-taking; she had drawn on one of her gloves... | the amateur, the looker-on, the cynical observer of life at a distance. And yet she hesitated. As usual, when she found herself in talk with Katharine, she began to feel rapid alternations of opinion about her, arrows of sensation striking strangely through the envelope of personality, which shelters us so conveniently... | present. And then she thought of Mary; the thought gave her confidence, even pleasure of a sad sort, as if the triumph of Ralph and Mary proved that the fault of her failure lay with herself and not with life. An indistinct idea that the sight of Mary might be of help, combined with her natural trust in her, suggested ... | to be happy; Katharine was to be ignorant; Mary was to keep this knowledge of the impersonal life for herself. The thought of her morning s renunciation stung her conscience, and she tried to expand once more into that impersonal condition which was so lofty and so painless. She must check this desire to be an individu... | Night And Day |
she said. | No speaker | any reason to envy me,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"Perhaps one always envies other | t think you ve got any reason to envy me,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"Perhaps one always envies other people," Katharine observed vaguely. "Well, | things" and engaged in this exalted way, which had no recognition or engagement-ring, she added in her own mind. Mary s lips parted slightly. She could not conceive in what respects Katharine, who spoke sincerely, could envy her. "I don t think you ve got any reason to envy me,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"Perhaps one ... | The whole aspect of the place started another train of thought and struck her as enviably free; in such a room one could work one could have a life of one s own. "I think you re very lucky," she observed. "I envy you, living alone and having your own things" and engaged in this exalted way, which had no recognition or ... | lofty and so painless. She must check this desire to be an individual again, whose wishes were in conflict with those of other people. She repented of her bitterness. Katharine now renewed her signs of leave-taking; she had drawn on one of her gloves, and looked about her as if in search of some trivial saying to end w... | And yet she hesitated. As usual, when she found herself in talk with Katharine, she began to feel rapid alternations of opinion about her, arrows of sensation striking strangely through the envelope of personality, which shelters us so conveniently from our fellows. What an egoist, how aloof she was! And yet, not in he... | even pleasure of a sad sort, as if the triumph of Ralph and Mary proved that the fault of her failure lay with herself and not with life. An indistinct idea that the sight of Mary might be of help, combined with her natural trust in her, suggested a visit; for, surely, her liking was of a kind that implied liking upon ... | and smiled ironically; she had Katharine at her mercy; she could, if she liked, discharge upon her head wagon-loads of revolting proof of the state of things ignored by the casual, the amateur, the looker-on, the cynical observer of life at a distance. And yet she hesitated. As usual, when she found herself in talk wit... | Night And Day |
"Perhaps one always envies other people," | Katharine Hilbery | to envy me," she said.<|quote|>"Perhaps one always envies other people,"</|quote|>Katharine observed vaguely. "Well, but | you ve got any reason to envy me," she said.<|quote|>"Perhaps one always envies other people,"</|quote|>Katharine observed vaguely. "Well, but you ve got everything that | engaged in this exalted way, which had no recognition or engagement-ring, she added in her own mind. Mary s lips parted slightly. She could not conceive in what respects Katharine, who spoke sincerely, could envy her. "I don t think you ve got any reason to envy me," she said.<|quote|>"Perhaps one always envies other p... | aspect of the place started another train of thought and struck her as enviably free; in such a room one could work one could have a life of one s own. "I think you re very lucky," she observed. "I envy you, living alone and having your own things" and engaged in this exalted way, which had no recognition or engagement... | so painless. She must check this desire to be an individual again, whose wishes were in conflict with those of other people. She repented of her bitterness. Katharine now renewed her signs of leave-taking; she had drawn on one of her gloves, and looked about her as if in search of some trivial saying to end with. Wasn ... | she hesitated. As usual, when she found herself in talk with Katharine, she began to feel rapid alternations of opinion about her, arrows of sensation striking strangely through the envelope of personality, which shelters us so conveniently from our fellows. What an egoist, how aloof she was! And yet, not in her words,... | of a sad sort, as if the triumph of Ralph and Mary proved that the fault of her failure lay with herself and not with life. An indistinct idea that the sight of Mary might be of help, combined with her natural trust in her, suggested a visit; for, surely, her liking was of a kind that implied liking upon Mary s side al... | she found herself in talk with Katharine, she began to feel rapid alternations of opinion about her, arrows of sensation striking strangely through the envelope of personality, which shelters us so conveniently from our fellows. What an egoist, how aloof she was! And yet, not in her words, perhaps, but in her voice, in... | Night And Day |
Katharine observed vaguely. | No speaker | one always envies other people,"<|quote|>Katharine observed vaguely.</|quote|>"Well, but you ve got | envy me," she said. "Perhaps one always envies other people,"<|quote|>Katharine observed vaguely.</|quote|>"Well, but you ve got everything that any one can | had no recognition or engagement-ring, she added in her own mind. Mary s lips parted slightly. She could not conceive in what respects Katharine, who spoke sincerely, could envy her. "I don t think you ve got any reason to envy me," she said. "Perhaps one always envies other people,"<|quote|>Katharine observed vaguely.... | train of thought and struck her as enviably free; in such a room one could work one could have a life of one s own. "I think you re very lucky," she observed. "I envy you, living alone and having your own things" and engaged in this exalted way, which had no recognition or engagement-ring, she added in her own mind. Ma... | desire to be an individual again, whose wishes were in conflict with those of other people. She repented of her bitterness. Katharine now renewed her signs of leave-taking; she had drawn on one of her gloves, and looked about her as if in search of some trivial saying to end with. Wasn t there some picture, or clock, o... | found herself in talk with Katharine, she began to feel rapid alternations of opinion about her, arrows of sensation striking strangely through the envelope of personality, which shelters us so conveniently from our fellows. What an egoist, how aloof she was! And yet, not in her words, perhaps, but in her voice, in her... | the triumph of Ralph and Mary proved that the fault of her failure lay with herself and not with life. An indistinct idea that the sight of Mary might be of help, combined with her natural trust in her, suggested a visit; for, surely, her liking was of a kind that implied liking upon Mary s side also. After a moment s ... | at her mercy; she could, if she liked, discharge upon her head wagon-loads of revolting proof of the state of things ignored by the casual, the amateur, the looker-on, the cynical observer of life at a distance. And yet she hesitated. As usual, when she found herself in talk with Katharine, she began to feel rapid alte... | Night And Day |
"Well, but you ve got everything that any one can want." | Mary Datchet | other people," Katharine observed vaguely.<|quote|>"Well, but you ve got everything that any one can want."</|quote|>Katharine remained silent. She gazed | said. "Perhaps one always envies other people," Katharine observed vaguely.<|quote|>"Well, but you ve got everything that any one can want."</|quote|>Katharine remained silent. She gazed into the fire quietly, and | or engagement-ring, she added in her own mind. Mary s lips parted slightly. She could not conceive in what respects Katharine, who spoke sincerely, could envy her. "I don t think you ve got any reason to envy me," she said. "Perhaps one always envies other people," Katharine observed vaguely.<|quote|>"Well, but you ve ... | and struck her as enviably free; in such a room one could work one could have a life of one s own. "I think you re very lucky," she observed. "I envy you, living alone and having your own things" and engaged in this exalted way, which had no recognition or engagement-ring, she added in her own mind. Mary s lips parted ... | an individual again, whose wishes were in conflict with those of other people. She repented of her bitterness. Katharine now renewed her signs of leave-taking; she had drawn on one of her gloves, and looked about her as if in search of some trivial saying to end with. Wasn t there some picture, or clock, or chest of dr... | talk with Katharine, she began to feel rapid alternations of opinion about her, arrows of sensation striking strangely through the envelope of personality, which shelters us so conveniently from our fellows. What an egoist, how aloof she was! And yet, not in her words, perhaps, but in her voice, in her face, in her att... | Ralph and Mary proved that the fault of her failure lay with herself and not with life. An indistinct idea that the sight of Mary might be of help, combined with her natural trust in her, suggested a visit; for, surely, her liking was of a kind that implied liking upon Mary s side also. After a moment s hesitation she ... | an accent of condescension. She was not going to make Katharine understand in a second, as she would, all she herself had learnt at the cost of such pain. No. Katharine was to be happy; Katharine was to be ignorant; Mary was to keep this knowledge of the impersonal life for herself. The thought of her morning s renunci... | Night And Day |
Katharine remained silent. She gazed into the fire quietly, and without a trace of self-consciousness. The hostility which she had divined in Mary s tone had completely disappeared, and she forgot that she had been upon the point of going. | No speaker | that any one can want."<|quote|>Katharine remained silent. She gazed into the fire quietly, and without a trace of self-consciousness. The hostility which she had divined in Mary s tone had completely disappeared, and she forgot that she had been upon the point of going.</|quote|>"Well, I suppose I have," | but you ve got everything that any one can want."<|quote|>Katharine remained silent. She gazed into the fire quietly, and without a trace of self-consciousness. The hostility which she had divined in Mary s tone had completely disappeared, and she forgot that she had been upon the point of going.</|quote|>"Well, I supp... | parted slightly. She could not conceive in what respects Katharine, who spoke sincerely, could envy her. "I don t think you ve got any reason to envy me," she said. "Perhaps one always envies other people," Katharine observed vaguely. "Well, but you ve got everything that any one can want."<|quote|>Katharine remained s... | could work one could have a life of one s own. "I think you re very lucky," she observed. "I envy you, living alone and having your own things" and engaged in this exalted way, which had no recognition or engagement-ring, she added in her own mind. Mary s lips parted slightly. She could not conceive in what respects Ka... | other people. She repented of her bitterness. Katharine now renewed her signs of leave-taking; she had drawn on one of her gloves, and looked about her as if in search of some trivial saying to end with. Wasn t there some picture, or clock, or chest of drawers which might be singled out for notice? something peaceable ... | about her, arrows of sensation striking strangely through the envelope of personality, which shelters us so conveniently from our fellows. What an egoist, how aloof she was! And yet, not in her words, perhaps, but in her voice, in her face, in her attitude, there were signs of a soft brooding spirit, of a sensibility u... | with herself and not with life. An indistinct idea that the sight of Mary might be of help, combined with her natural trust in her, suggested a visit; for, surely, her liking was of a kind that implied liking upon Mary s side also. After a moment s hesitation she decided, although she seldom acted upon impulse, to act ... | Katharine realize the importance of this work, which she discussed so coolly, as though she, too, had sacrificed what Mary herself had sacrificed. The swinging of the gloves ceased, and Katharine, after ten minutes, began to make movements preliminary to departure. At the sight of this, Mary was aware she was abnormall... | Night And Day |
"Well, I suppose I have," | Katharine Hilbery | upon the point of going.<|quote|>"Well, I suppose I have,"</|quote|>she said at length. "And | forgot that she had been upon the point of going.<|quote|>"Well, I suppose I have,"</|quote|>she said at length. "And yet I sometimes think" She | but you ve got everything that any one can want." Katharine remained silent. She gazed into the fire quietly, and without a trace of self-consciousness. The hostility which she had divined in Mary s tone had completely disappeared, and she forgot that she had been upon the point of going.<|quote|>"Well, I suppose I hav... | engagement-ring, she added in her own mind. Mary s lips parted slightly. She could not conceive in what respects Katharine, who spoke sincerely, could envy her. "I don t think you ve got any reason to envy me," she said. "Perhaps one always envies other people," Katharine observed vaguely. "Well, but you ve got everyth... | some picture, or clock, or chest of drawers which might be singled out for notice? something peaceable and friendly to end the uncomfortable interview? The green-shaded lamp burnt in the corner, and illumined books and pens and blotting-paper. The whole aspect of the place started another train of thought and struck he... | face, in her attitude, there were signs of a soft brooding spirit, of a sensibility unblunted and profound, playing over her thoughts and deeds, and investing her manner with an habitual gentleness. The arguments and phrases of Mr. Clacton fell flat against such armor. "You ll be married, and you ll have other things t... | Mary s side also. After a moment s hesitation she decided, although she seldom acted upon impulse, to act upon this one, and turned down a side street and found Mary s door. But her reception was not encouraging; clearly Mary didn t want to see her, had no help to impart, and the half-formed desire to confide in her wa... | the cynical observer of life at a distance. And yet she hesitated. As usual, when she found herself in talk with Katharine, she began to feel rapid alternations of opinion about her, arrows of sensation striking strangely through the envelope of personality, which shelters us so conveniently from our fellows. What an e... | Night And Day |
she said at length. | No speaker | "Well, I suppose I have,"<|quote|>she said at length.</|quote|>"And yet I sometimes think" | upon the point of going. "Well, I suppose I have,"<|quote|>she said at length.</|quote|>"And yet I sometimes think" She paused; she did not | that any one can want." Katharine remained silent. She gazed into the fire quietly, and without a trace of self-consciousness. The hostility which she had divined in Mary s tone had completely disappeared, and she forgot that she had been upon the point of going. "Well, I suppose I have,"<|quote|>she said at length.</|... | own mind. Mary s lips parted slightly. She could not conceive in what respects Katharine, who spoke sincerely, could envy her. "I don t think you ve got any reason to envy me," she said. "Perhaps one always envies other people," Katharine observed vaguely. "Well, but you ve got everything that any one can want." Kathar... | chest of drawers which might be singled out for notice? something peaceable and friendly to end the uncomfortable interview? The green-shaded lamp burnt in the corner, and illumined books and pens and blotting-paper. The whole aspect of the place started another train of thought and struck her as enviably free; in such... | were signs of a soft brooding spirit, of a sensibility unblunted and profound, playing over her thoughts and deeds, and investing her manner with an habitual gentleness. The arguments and phrases of Mr. Clacton fell flat against such armor. "You ll be married, and you ll have other things to think of," she said inconse... | a moment s hesitation she decided, although she seldom acted upon impulse, to act upon this one, and turned down a side street and found Mary s door. But her reception was not encouraging; clearly Mary didn t want to see her, had no help to impart, and the half-formed desire to confide in her was quenched immediately. ... | ll be married, and you ll have other things to think of," she said inconsequently, and with an accent of condescension. She was not going to make Katharine understand in a second, as she would, all she herself had learnt at the cost of such pain. No. Katharine was to be happy; Katharine was to be ignorant; Mary was to ... | Night And Day |
"And yet I sometimes think" | Katharine Hilbery | have," she said at length.<|quote|>"And yet I sometimes think"</|quote|>She paused; she did not | going. "Well, I suppose I have," she said at length.<|quote|>"And yet I sometimes think"</|quote|>She paused; she did not know how to express what | want." Katharine remained silent. She gazed into the fire quietly, and without a trace of self-consciousness. The hostility which she had divined in Mary s tone had completely disappeared, and she forgot that she had been upon the point of going. "Well, I suppose I have," she said at length.<|quote|>"And yet I sometime... | lips parted slightly. She could not conceive in what respects Katharine, who spoke sincerely, could envy her. "I don t think you ve got any reason to envy me," she said. "Perhaps one always envies other people," Katharine observed vaguely. "Well, but you ve got everything that any one can want." Katharine remained sile... | might be singled out for notice? something peaceable and friendly to end the uncomfortable interview? The green-shaded lamp burnt in the corner, and illumined books and pens and blotting-paper. The whole aspect of the place started another train of thought and struck her as enviably free; in such a room one could work ... | soft brooding spirit, of a sensibility unblunted and profound, playing over her thoughts and deeds, and investing her manner with an habitual gentleness. The arguments and phrases of Mr. Clacton fell flat against such armor. "You ll be married, and you ll have other things to think of," she said inconsequently, and wit... | she decided, although she seldom acted upon impulse, to act upon this one, and turned down a side street and found Mary s door. But her reception was not encouraging; clearly Mary didn t want to see her, had no help to impart, and the half-formed desire to confide in her was quenched immediately. She was slightly amuse... | again, whose wishes were in conflict with those of other people. She repented of her bitterness. Katharine now renewed her signs of leave-taking; she had drawn on one of her gloves, and looked about her as if in search of some trivial saying to end with. Wasn t there some picture, or clock, or chest of drawers which mi... | Night And Day |
She paused; she did not know how to express what she meant. | No speaker | "And yet I sometimes think"<|quote|>She paused; she did not know how to express what she meant.</|quote|>"It came over me in | have," she said at length. "And yet I sometimes think"<|quote|>She paused; she did not know how to express what she meant.</|quote|>"It came over me in the Tube the other day," | gazed into the fire quietly, and without a trace of self-consciousness. The hostility which she had divined in Mary s tone had completely disappeared, and she forgot that she had been upon the point of going. "Well, I suppose I have," she said at length. "And yet I sometimes think"<|quote|>She paused; she did not know ... | not conceive in what respects Katharine, who spoke sincerely, could envy her. "I don t think you ve got any reason to envy me," she said. "Perhaps one always envies other people," Katharine observed vaguely. "Well, but you ve got everything that any one can want." Katharine remained silent. She gazed into the fire quie... | notice? something peaceable and friendly to end the uncomfortable interview? The green-shaded lamp burnt in the corner, and illumined books and pens and blotting-paper. The whole aspect of the place started another train of thought and struck her as enviably free; in such a room one could work one could have a life of ... | sensibility unblunted and profound, playing over her thoughts and deeds, and investing her manner with an habitual gentleness. The arguments and phrases of Mr. Clacton fell flat against such armor. "You ll be married, and you ll have other things to think of," she said inconsequently, and with an accent of condescensio... | acted upon impulse, to act upon this one, and turned down a side street and found Mary s door. But her reception was not encouraging; clearly Mary didn t want to see her, had no help to impart, and the half-formed desire to confide in her was quenched immediately. She was slightly amused at her own delusion, looked rat... | aloof she was! And yet, not in her words, perhaps, but in her voice, in her face, in her attitude, there were signs of a soft brooding spirit, of a sensibility unblunted and profound, playing over her thoughts and deeds, and investing her manner with an habitual gentleness. The arguments and phrases of Mr. Clacton fell... | Night And Day |
"It came over me in the Tube the other day," | Katharine Hilbery | to express what she meant.<|quote|>"It came over me in the Tube the other day,"</|quote|>she resumed, with a smile; | she did not know how to express what she meant.<|quote|>"It came over me in the Tube the other day,"</|quote|>she resumed, with a smile; "what is it that makes | hostility which she had divined in Mary s tone had completely disappeared, and she forgot that she had been upon the point of going. "Well, I suppose I have," she said at length. "And yet I sometimes think" She paused; she did not know how to express what she meant.<|quote|>"It came over me in the Tube the other day,"<... | "I don t think you ve got any reason to envy me," she said. "Perhaps one always envies other people," Katharine observed vaguely. "Well, but you ve got everything that any one can want." Katharine remained silent. She gazed into the fire quietly, and without a trace of self-consciousness. The hostility which she had di... | lamp burnt in the corner, and illumined books and pens and blotting-paper. The whole aspect of the place started another train of thought and struck her as enviably free; in such a room one could work one could have a life of one s own. "I think you re very lucky," she observed. "I envy you, living alone and having you... | her manner with an habitual gentleness. The arguments and phrases of Mr. Clacton fell flat against such armor. "You ll be married, and you ll have other things to think of," she said inconsequently, and with an accent of condescension. She was not going to make Katharine understand in a second, as she would, all she he... | side street and found Mary s door. But her reception was not encouraging; clearly Mary didn t want to see her, had no help to impart, and the half-formed desire to confide in her was quenched immediately. She was slightly amused at her own delusion, looked rather absent-minded, and swung her gloves to and fro, as if do... | she found herself in talk with Katharine, she began to feel rapid alternations of opinion about her, arrows of sensation striking strangely through the envelope of personality, which shelters us so conveniently from our fellows. What an egoist, how aloof she was! And yet, not in her words, perhaps, but in her voice, in... | Night And Day |
she resumed, with a smile; | No speaker | the Tube the other day,"<|quote|>she resumed, with a smile;</|quote|>"what is it that makes | "It came over me in the Tube the other day,"<|quote|>she resumed, with a smile;</|quote|>"what is it that makes these people go one way | completely disappeared, and she forgot that she had been upon the point of going. "Well, I suppose I have," she said at length. "And yet I sometimes think" She paused; she did not know how to express what she meant. "It came over me in the Tube the other day,"<|quote|>she resumed, with a smile;</|quote|>"what is it tha... | envy me," she said. "Perhaps one always envies other people," Katharine observed vaguely. "Well, but you ve got everything that any one can want." Katharine remained silent. She gazed into the fire quietly, and without a trace of self-consciousness. The hostility which she had divined in Mary s tone had completely disa... | and blotting-paper. The whole aspect of the place started another train of thought and struck her as enviably free; in such a room one could work one could have a life of one s own. "I think you re very lucky," she observed. "I envy you, living alone and having your own things" and engaged in this exalted way, which ha... | of Mr. Clacton fell flat against such armor. "You ll be married, and you ll have other things to think of," she said inconsequently, and with an accent of condescension. She was not going to make Katharine understand in a second, as she would, all she herself had learnt at the cost of such pain. No. Katharine was to be... | was not encouraging; clearly Mary didn t want to see her, had no help to impart, and the half-formed desire to confide in her was quenched immediately. She was slightly amused at her own delusion, looked rather absent-minded, and swung her gloves to and fro, as if doling out the few minutes accurately before she could ... | happy; Katharine was to be ignorant; Mary was to keep this knowledge of the impersonal life for herself. The thought of her morning s renunciation stung her conscience, and she tried to expand once more into that impersonal condition which was so lofty and so painless. She must check this desire to be an individual aga... | Night And Day |
"what is it that makes these people go one way rather than the other? It s not love; it s not reason; I think it must be some idea. Perhaps, Mary, our affections are the shadow of an idea. Perhaps there isn t any such thing as affection in itself...." | Katharine Hilbery | she resumed, with a smile;<|quote|>"what is it that makes these people go one way rather than the other? It s not love; it s not reason; I think it must be some idea. Perhaps, Mary, our affections are the shadow of an idea. Perhaps there isn t any such thing as affection in itself...."</|quote|>She spoke half-mockingly... | the Tube the other day," she resumed, with a smile;<|quote|>"what is it that makes these people go one way rather than the other? It s not love; it s not reason; I think it must be some idea. Perhaps, Mary, our affections are the shadow of an idea. Perhaps there isn t any such thing as affection in itself...."</|quote|... | that she had been upon the point of going. "Well, I suppose I have," she said at length. "And yet I sometimes think" She paused; she did not know how to express what she meant. "It came over me in the Tube the other day," she resumed, with a smile;<|quote|>"what is it that makes these people go one way rather than the ... | one always envies other people," Katharine observed vaguely. "Well, but you ve got everything that any one can want." Katharine remained silent. She gazed into the fire quietly, and without a trace of self-consciousness. The hostility which she had divined in Mary s tone had completely disappeared, and she forgot that ... | of the place started another train of thought and struck her as enviably free; in such a room one could work one could have a life of one s own. "I think you re very lucky," she observed. "I envy you, living alone and having your own things" and engaged in this exalted way, which had no recognition or engagement-ring, ... | against such armor. "You ll be married, and you ll have other things to think of," she said inconsequently, and with an accent of condescension. She was not going to make Katharine understand in a second, as she would, all she herself had learnt at the cost of such pain. No. Katharine was to be happy; Katharine was to ... | didn t want to see her, had no help to impart, and the half-formed desire to confide in her was quenched immediately. She was slightly amused at her own delusion, looked rather absent-minded, and swung her gloves to and fro, as if doling out the few minutes accurately before she could say good-by. Those few minutes mig... | to feel. "I don t quite see," she said, as if Katharine had challenged her explicitly, "how, things being as they are, any one can help trying, at least, to do something." "No. But how _are_ things?" Mary pressed her lips, and smiled ironically; she had Katharine at her mercy; she could, if she liked, discharge upon he... | Night And Day |
She spoke half-mockingly, asking her question, which she scarcely troubled to frame, not of Mary, or of any one in particular. But the words seemed to Mary Datchet shallow, supercilious, cold-blooded, and cynical all in one. All her natural instincts were roused in revolt against them. | No speaker | thing as affection in itself...."<|quote|>She spoke half-mockingly, asking her question, which she scarcely troubled to frame, not of Mary, or of any one in particular. But the words seemed to Mary Datchet shallow, supercilious, cold-blooded, and cynical all in one. All her natural instincts were roused in revolt again... | there isn t any such thing as affection in itself...."<|quote|>She spoke half-mockingly, asking her question, which she scarcely troubled to frame, not of Mary, or of any one in particular. But the words seemed to Mary Datchet shallow, supercilious, cold-blooded, and cynical all in one. All her natural instincts were r... | "what is it that makes these people go one way rather than the other? It s not love; it s not reason; I think it must be some idea. Perhaps, Mary, our affections are the shadow of an idea. Perhaps there isn t any such thing as affection in itself...."<|quote|>She spoke half-mockingly, asking her question, which she sca... | that she had been upon the point of going. "Well, I suppose I have," she said at length. "And yet I sometimes think" She paused; she did not know how to express what she meant. "It came over me in the Tube the other day," she resumed, with a smile; "what is it that makes these people go one way rather than the other? I... | in this exalted way, which had no recognition or engagement-ring, she added in her own mind. Mary s lips parted slightly. She could not conceive in what respects Katharine, who spoke sincerely, could envy her. "I don t think you ve got any reason to envy me," she said. "Perhaps one always envies other people," Katharin... | No. Katharine was to be happy; Katharine was to be ignorant; Mary was to keep this knowledge of the impersonal life for herself. The thought of her morning s renunciation stung her conscience, and she tried to expand once more into that impersonal condition which was so lofty and so painless. She must check this desire... | could say good-by. Those few minutes might very well be spent in asking for information as to the exact position of the Suffrage Bill, or in expounding her own very sensible view of the situation. But there was a tone in her voice, or a shade in her opinions, or a swing of her gloves which served to irritate Mary Datch... | those of other people. She repented of her bitterness. Katharine now renewed her signs of leave-taking; she had drawn on one of her gloves, and looked about her as if in search of some trivial saying to end with. Wasn t there some picture, or clock, or chest of drawers which might be singled out for notice? something p... | Night And Day |
"I m the opposite way of thinking, you see," | Mary Datchet | roused in revolt against them.<|quote|>"I m the opposite way of thinking, you see,"</|quote|>she said. "Yes; I know | All her natural instincts were roused in revolt against them.<|quote|>"I m the opposite way of thinking, you see,"</|quote|>she said. "Yes; I know you are," Katharine replied, looking | as affection in itself...." She spoke half-mockingly, asking her question, which she scarcely troubled to frame, not of Mary, or of any one in particular. But the words seemed to Mary Datchet shallow, supercilious, cold-blooded, and cynical all in one. All her natural instincts were roused in revolt against them.<|quot... | resumed, with a smile; "what is it that makes these people go one way rather than the other? It s not love; it s not reason; I think it must be some idea. Perhaps, Mary, our affections are the shadow of an idea. Perhaps there isn t any such thing as affection in itself...." She spoke half-mockingly, asking her question... | me," she said. "Perhaps one always envies other people," Katharine observed vaguely. "Well, but you ve got everything that any one can want." Katharine remained silent. She gazed into the fire quietly, and without a trace of self-consciousness. The hostility which she had divined in Mary s tone had completely disappear... | so lofty and so painless. She must check this desire to be an individual again, whose wishes were in conflict with those of other people. She repented of her bitterness. Katharine now renewed her signs of leave-taking; she had drawn on one of her gloves, and looked about her as if in search of some trivial saying to en... | in her opinions, or a swing of her gloves which served to irritate Mary Datchet, whose manner became increasingly direct, abrupt, and even antagonistic. She became conscious of a wish to make Katharine realize the importance of this work, which she discussed so coolly, as though she, too, had sacrificed what Mary herse... | to end with. Wasn t there some picture, or clock, or chest of drawers which might be singled out for notice? something peaceable and friendly to end the uncomfortable interview? The green-shaded lamp burnt in the corner, and illumined books and pens and blotting-paper. The whole aspect of the place started another trai... | Night And Day |
she said. | No speaker | way of thinking, you see,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"Yes; I know you are," | them. "I m the opposite way of thinking, you see,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"Yes; I know you are," Katharine replied, looking at her | question, which she scarcely troubled to frame, not of Mary, or of any one in particular. But the words seemed to Mary Datchet shallow, supercilious, cold-blooded, and cynical all in one. All her natural instincts were roused in revolt against them. "I m the opposite way of thinking, you see,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote... | these people go one way rather than the other? It s not love; it s not reason; I think it must be some idea. Perhaps, Mary, our affections are the shadow of an idea. Perhaps there isn t any such thing as affection in itself...." She spoke half-mockingly, asking her question, which she scarcely troubled to frame, not of... | Katharine observed vaguely. "Well, but you ve got everything that any one can want." Katharine remained silent. She gazed into the fire quietly, and without a trace of self-consciousness. The hostility which she had divined in Mary s tone had completely disappeared, and she forgot that she had been upon the point of go... | desire to be an individual again, whose wishes were in conflict with those of other people. She repented of her bitterness. Katharine now renewed her signs of leave-taking; she had drawn on one of her gloves, and looked about her as if in search of some trivial saying to end with. Wasn t there some picture, or clock, o... | which served to irritate Mary Datchet, whose manner became increasingly direct, abrupt, and even antagonistic. She became conscious of a wish to make Katharine realize the importance of this work, which she discussed so coolly, as though she, too, had sacrificed what Mary herself had sacrificed. The swinging of the glo... | wishes were in conflict with those of other people. She repented of her bitterness. Katharine now renewed her signs of leave-taking; she had drawn on one of her gloves, and looked about her as if in search of some trivial saying to end with. Wasn t there some picture, or clock, or chest of drawers which might be single... | Night And Day |
"Yes; I know you are," | Katharine Hilbery | thinking, you see," she said.<|quote|>"Yes; I know you are,"</|quote|>Katharine replied, looking at her | m the opposite way of thinking, you see," she said.<|quote|>"Yes; I know you are,"</|quote|>Katharine replied, looking at her as if now she were | she scarcely troubled to frame, not of Mary, or of any one in particular. But the words seemed to Mary Datchet shallow, supercilious, cold-blooded, and cynical all in one. All her natural instincts were roused in revolt against them. "I m the opposite way of thinking, you see," she said.<|quote|>"Yes; I know you are,"<... | go one way rather than the other? It s not love; it s not reason; I think it must be some idea. Perhaps, Mary, our affections are the shadow of an idea. Perhaps there isn t any such thing as affection in itself...." She spoke half-mockingly, asking her question, which she scarcely troubled to frame, not of Mary, or of ... | vaguely. "Well, but you ve got everything that any one can want." Katharine remained silent. She gazed into the fire quietly, and without a trace of self-consciousness. The hostility which she had divined in Mary s tone had completely disappeared, and she forgot that she had been upon the point of going. "Well, I suppo... | be an individual again, whose wishes were in conflict with those of other people. She repented of her bitterness. Katharine now renewed her signs of leave-taking; she had drawn on one of her gloves, and looked about her as if in search of some trivial saying to end with. Wasn t there some picture, or clock, or chest of... | to irritate Mary Datchet, whose manner became increasingly direct, abrupt, and even antagonistic. She became conscious of a wish to make Katharine realize the importance of this work, which she discussed so coolly, as though she, too, had sacrificed what Mary herself had sacrificed. The swinging of the gloves ceased, a... | envy me," she said. "Perhaps one always envies other people," Katharine observed vaguely. "Well, but you ve got everything that any one can want." Katharine remained silent. She gazed into the fire quietly, and without a trace of self-consciousness. The hostility which she had divined in Mary s tone had completely disa... | Night And Day |
Katharine replied, looking at her as if now she were about, perhaps, to explain something very important. Mary could not help feeling the simplicity and good faith that lay behind Katharine s words. | No speaker | "Yes; I know you are,"<|quote|>Katharine replied, looking at her as if now she were about, perhaps, to explain something very important. Mary could not help feeling the simplicity and good faith that lay behind Katharine s words.</|quote|>"I think affection is the | thinking, you see," she said. "Yes; I know you are,"<|quote|>Katharine replied, looking at her as if now she were about, perhaps, to explain something very important. Mary could not help feeling the simplicity and good faith that lay behind Katharine s words.</|quote|>"I think affection is the only reality," she said. ... | not of Mary, or of any one in particular. But the words seemed to Mary Datchet shallow, supercilious, cold-blooded, and cynical all in one. All her natural instincts were roused in revolt against them. "I m the opposite way of thinking, you see," she said. "Yes; I know you are,"<|quote|>Katharine replied, looking at he... | the other? It s not love; it s not reason; I think it must be some idea. Perhaps, Mary, our affections are the shadow of an idea. Perhaps there isn t any such thing as affection in itself...." She spoke half-mockingly, asking her question, which she scarcely troubled to frame, not of Mary, or of any one in particular. ... | got everything that any one can want." Katharine remained silent. She gazed into the fire quietly, and without a trace of self-consciousness. The hostility which she had divined in Mary s tone had completely disappeared, and she forgot that she had been upon the point of going. "Well, I suppose I have," she said at len... | wishes were in conflict with those of other people. She repented of her bitterness. Katharine now renewed her signs of leave-taking; she had drawn on one of her gloves, and looked about her as if in search of some trivial saying to end with. Wasn t there some picture, or clock, or chest of drawers which might be single... | manner became increasingly direct, abrupt, and even antagonistic. She became conscious of a wish to make Katharine realize the importance of this work, which she discussed so coolly, as though she, too, had sacrificed what Mary herself had sacrificed. The swinging of the gloves ceased, and Katharine, after ten minutes,... | second, as she would, all she herself had learnt at the cost of such pain. No. Katharine was to be happy; Katharine was to be ignorant; Mary was to keep this knowledge of the impersonal life for herself. The thought of her morning s renunciation stung her conscience, and she tried to expand once more into that imperson... | Night And Day |
"I think affection is the only reality," | Mary Datchet | lay behind Katharine s words.<|quote|>"I think affection is the only reality,"</|quote|>she said. "Yes," said Katharine, | simplicity and good faith that lay behind Katharine s words.<|quote|>"I think affection is the only reality,"</|quote|>she said. "Yes," said Katharine, almost sadly. She understood that | them. "I m the opposite way of thinking, you see," she said. "Yes; I know you are," Katharine replied, looking at her as if now she were about, perhaps, to explain something very important. Mary could not help feeling the simplicity and good faith that lay behind Katharine s words.<|quote|>"I think affection is the onl... | thing as affection in itself...." She spoke half-mockingly, asking her question, which she scarcely troubled to frame, not of Mary, or of any one in particular. But the words seemed to Mary Datchet shallow, supercilious, cold-blooded, and cynical all in one. All her natural instincts were roused in revolt against them.... | completely disappeared, and she forgot that she had been upon the point of going. "Well, I suppose I have," she said at length. "And yet I sometimes think" She paused; she did not know how to express what she meant. "It came over me in the Tube the other day," she resumed, with a smile; "what is it that makes these peo... | as if in search of some trivial saying to end with. Wasn t there some picture, or clock, or chest of drawers which might be singled out for notice? something peaceable and friendly to end the uncomfortable interview? The green-shaded lamp burnt in the corner, and illumined books and pens and blotting-paper. The whole a... | sacrificed what Mary herself had sacrificed. The swinging of the gloves ceased, and Katharine, after ten minutes, began to make movements preliminary to departure. At the sight of this, Mary was aware she was abnormally aware of things to-night of another very strong desire; Katharine was not to be allowed to go, to di... | whose wishes were in conflict with those of other people. She repented of her bitterness. Katharine now renewed her signs of leave-taking; she had drawn on one of her gloves, and looked about her as if in search of some trivial saying to end with. Wasn t there some picture, or clock, or chest of drawers which might be ... | Night And Day |
she said. | No speaker | affection is the only reality,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"Yes," said Katharine, almost sadly. | Katharine s words. "I think affection is the only reality,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"Yes," said Katharine, almost sadly. She understood that Mary was | thinking, you see," she said. "Yes; I know you are," Katharine replied, looking at her as if now she were about, perhaps, to explain something very important. Mary could not help feeling the simplicity and good faith that lay behind Katharine s words. "I think affection is the only reality,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>... | half-mockingly, asking her question, which she scarcely troubled to frame, not of Mary, or of any one in particular. But the words seemed to Mary Datchet shallow, supercilious, cold-blooded, and cynical all in one. All her natural instincts were roused in revolt against them. "I m the opposite way of thinking, you see,... | had been upon the point of going. "Well, I suppose I have," she said at length. "And yet I sometimes think" She paused; she did not know how to express what she meant. "It came over me in the Tube the other day," she resumed, with a smile; "what is it that makes these people go one way rather than the other? It s not l... | saying to end with. Wasn t there some picture, or clock, or chest of drawers which might be singled out for notice? something peaceable and friendly to end the uncomfortable interview? The green-shaded lamp burnt in the corner, and illumined books and pens and blotting-paper. The whole aspect of the place started anoth... | swinging of the gloves ceased, and Katharine, after ten minutes, began to make movements preliminary to departure. At the sight of this, Mary was aware she was abnormally aware of things to-night of another very strong desire; Katharine was not to be allowed to go, to disappear into the free, happy world of irresponsib... | so lofty and so painless. She must check this desire to be an individual again, whose wishes were in conflict with those of other people. She repented of her bitterness. Katharine now renewed her signs of leave-taking; she had drawn on one of her gloves, and looked about her as if in search of some trivial saying to en... | Night And Day |
"Yes," | Katharine Hilbery | the only reality," she said.<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>said Katharine, almost sadly. She | words. "I think affection is the only reality," she said.<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>said Katharine, almost sadly. She understood that Mary was thinking | see," she said. "Yes; I know you are," Katharine replied, looking at her as if now she were about, perhaps, to explain something very important. Mary could not help feeling the simplicity and good faith that lay behind Katharine s words. "I think affection is the only reality," she said.<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>said Ka... | her question, which she scarcely troubled to frame, not of Mary, or of any one in particular. But the words seemed to Mary Datchet shallow, supercilious, cold-blooded, and cynical all in one. All her natural instincts were roused in revolt against them. "I m the opposite way of thinking, you see," she said. "Yes; I kno... | upon the point of going. "Well, I suppose I have," she said at length. "And yet I sometimes think" She paused; she did not know how to express what she meant. "It came over me in the Tube the other day," she resumed, with a smile; "what is it that makes these people go one way rather than the other? It s not love; it s... | end with. Wasn t there some picture, or clock, or chest of drawers which might be singled out for notice? something peaceable and friendly to end the uncomfortable interview? The green-shaded lamp burnt in the corner, and illumined books and pens and blotting-paper. The whole aspect of the place started another train o... | the gloves ceased, and Katharine, after ten minutes, began to make movements preliminary to departure. At the sight of this, Mary was aware she was abnormally aware of things to-night of another very strong desire; Katharine was not to be allowed to go, to disappear into the free, happy world of irresponsible individua... | herself had learnt at the cost of such pain. No. Katharine was to be happy; Katharine was to be ignorant; Mary was to keep this knowledge of the impersonal life for herself. The thought of her morning s renunciation stung her conscience, and she tried to expand once more into that impersonal condition which was so loft... | Night And Day |
said Katharine, almost sadly. She understood that Mary was thinking of Ralph, and she felt it impossible to press her to reveal more of this exalted condition; she could only respect the fact that, in some few cases, life arranged itself thus satisfactorily and pass on. She rose to her feet accordingly. But Mary exclai... | No speaker | only reality," she said. "Yes,"<|quote|>said Katharine, almost sadly. She understood that Mary was thinking of Ralph, and she felt it impossible to press her to reveal more of this exalted condition; she could only respect the fact that, in some few cases, life arranged itself thus satisfactorily and pass on. She rose ... | "I think affection is the only reality," she said. "Yes,"<|quote|>said Katharine, almost sadly. She understood that Mary was thinking of Ralph, and she felt it impossible to press her to reveal more of this exalted condition; she could only respect the fact that, in some few cases, life arranged itself thus satisfactor... | she said. "Yes; I know you are," Katharine replied, looking at her as if now she were about, perhaps, to explain something very important. Mary could not help feeling the simplicity and good faith that lay behind Katharine s words. "I think affection is the only reality," she said. "Yes,"<|quote|>said Katharine, almost... | question, which she scarcely troubled to frame, not of Mary, or of any one in particular. But the words seemed to Mary Datchet shallow, supercilious, cold-blooded, and cynical all in one. All her natural instincts were roused in revolt against them. "I m the opposite way of thinking, you see," she said. "Yes; I know yo... | the point of going. "Well, I suppose I have," she said at length. "And yet I sometimes think" She paused; she did not know how to express what she meant. "It came over me in the Tube the other day," she resumed, with a smile; "what is it that makes these people go one way rather than the other? It s not love; it s not ... | with. Wasn t there some picture, or clock, or chest of drawers which might be singled out for notice? something peaceable and friendly to end the uncomfortable interview? The green-shaded lamp burnt in the corner, and illumined books and pens and blotting-paper. The whole aspect of the place started another train of th... | gloves ceased, and Katharine, after ten minutes, began to make movements preliminary to departure. At the sight of this, Mary was aware she was abnormally aware of things to-night of another very strong desire; Katharine was not to be allowed to go, to disappear into the free, happy world of irresponsible individuals. ... | of a soft brooding spirit, of a sensibility unblunted and profound, playing over her thoughts and deeds, and investing her manner with an habitual gentleness. The arguments and phrases of Mr. Clacton fell flat against such armor. "You ll be married, and you ll have other things to think of," she said inconsequently, an... | Night And Day |
"By the way, Mr. Denham told me he was going to give up the Bar and live in the country. Has he gone? He was beginning to tell me about it, when we were interrupted." | Katharine Hilbery | "for ten minutes," she said:<|quote|>"By the way, Mr. Denham told me he was going to give up the Bar and live in the country. Has he gone? He was beginning to tell me about it, when we were interrupted."</|quote|>"He thinks of it," said | Ralph by name. Seating herself "for ten minutes," she said:<|quote|>"By the way, Mr. Denham told me he was going to give up the Bar and live in the country. Has he gone? He was beginning to tell me about it, when we were interrupted."</|quote|>"He thinks of it," said Mary briefly. The color at | she must not go; that they met so seldom; that she wanted to talk to her so much.... Katharine was surprised at the earnestness with which she spoke. It seemed to her that there could be no indiscretion in mentioning Ralph by name. Seating herself "for ten minutes," she said:<|quote|>"By the way, Mr. Denham told me he ... | thinking of Ralph, and she felt it impossible to press her to reveal more of this exalted condition; she could only respect the fact that, in some few cases, life arranged itself thus satisfactorily and pass on. She rose to her feet accordingly. But Mary exclaimed, with unmistakable earnestness, that she must not go; t... | Mary, or of any one in particular. But the words seemed to Mary Datchet shallow, supercilious, cold-blooded, and cynical all in one. All her natural instincts were roused in revolt against them. "I m the opposite way of thinking, you see," she said. "Yes; I know you are," Katharine replied, looking at her as if now she... | own mind. Mary s lips parted slightly. She could not conceive in what respects Katharine, who spoke sincerely, could envy her. "I don t think you ve got any reason to envy me," she said. "Perhaps one always envies other people," Katharine observed vaguely. "Well, but you ve got everything that any one can want." Kathar... | could, if she liked, discharge upon her head wagon-loads of revolting proof of the state of things ignored by the casual, the amateur, the looker-on, the cynical observer of life at a distance. And yet she hesitated. As usual, when she found herself in talk with Katharine, she began to feel rapid alternations of opinio... | in the Tube the other day," she resumed, with a smile; "what is it that makes these people go one way rather than the other? It s not love; it s not reason; I think it must be some idea. Perhaps, Mary, our affections are the shadow of an idea. Perhaps there isn t any such thing as affection in itself...." She spoke hal... | Night And Day |
"He thinks of it," | Mary Datchet | it, when we were interrupted."<|quote|>"He thinks of it,"</|quote|>said Mary briefly. The color | beginning to tell me about it, when we were interrupted."<|quote|>"He thinks of it,"</|quote|>said Mary briefly. The color at once came to her | be no indiscretion in mentioning Ralph by name. Seating herself "for ten minutes," she said: "By the way, Mr. Denham told me he was going to give up the Bar and live in the country. Has he gone? He was beginning to tell me about it, when we were interrupted."<|quote|>"He thinks of it,"</|quote|>said Mary briefly. The c... | pass on. She rose to her feet accordingly. But Mary exclaimed, with unmistakable earnestness, that she must not go; that they met so seldom; that she wanted to talk to her so much.... Katharine was surprised at the earnestness with which she spoke. It seemed to her that there could be no indiscretion in mentioning Ralp... | opposite way of thinking, you see," she said. "Yes; I know you are," Katharine replied, looking at her as if now she were about, perhaps, to explain something very important. Mary could not help feeling the simplicity and good faith that lay behind Katharine s words. "I think affection is the only reality," she said. "... | "Perhaps one always envies other people," Katharine observed vaguely. "Well, but you ve got everything that any one can want." Katharine remained silent. She gazed into the fire quietly, and without a trace of self-consciousness. The hostility which she had divined in Mary s tone had completely disappeared, and she for... | she hesitated. As usual, when she found herself in talk with Katharine, she began to feel rapid alternations of opinion about her, arrows of sensation striking strangely through the envelope of personality, which shelters us so conveniently from our fellows. What an egoist, how aloof she was! And yet, not in her words,... | She spoke half-mockingly, asking her question, which she scarcely troubled to frame, not of Mary, or of any one in particular. But the words seemed to Mary Datchet shallow, supercilious, cold-blooded, and cynical all in one. All her natural instincts were roused in revolt against them. "I m the opposite way of thinking... | Night And Day |
said Mary briefly. The color at once came to her face. | No speaker | interrupted." "He thinks of it,"<|quote|>said Mary briefly. The color at once came to her face.</|quote|>"It would be a very | about it, when we were interrupted." "He thinks of it,"<|quote|>said Mary briefly. The color at once came to her face.</|quote|>"It would be a very good plan," said Katharine in | mentioning Ralph by name. Seating herself "for ten minutes," she said: "By the way, Mr. Denham told me he was going to give up the Bar and live in the country. Has he gone? He was beginning to tell me about it, when we were interrupted." "He thinks of it,"<|quote|>said Mary briefly. The color at once came to her face.<... | to her feet accordingly. But Mary exclaimed, with unmistakable earnestness, that she must not go; that they met so seldom; that she wanted to talk to her so much.... Katharine was surprised at the earnestness with which she spoke. It seemed to her that there could be no indiscretion in mentioning Ralph by name. Seating... | you see," she said. "Yes; I know you are," Katharine replied, looking at her as if now she were about, perhaps, to explain something very important. Mary could not help feeling the simplicity and good faith that lay behind Katharine s words. "I think affection is the only reality," she said. "Yes," said Katharine, almo... | other people," Katharine observed vaguely. "Well, but you ve got everything that any one can want." Katharine remained silent. She gazed into the fire quietly, and without a trace of self-consciousness. The hostility which she had divined in Mary s tone had completely disappeared, and she forgot that she had been upon ... | when she found herself in talk with Katharine, she began to feel rapid alternations of opinion about her, arrows of sensation striking strangely through the envelope of personality, which shelters us so conveniently from our fellows. What an egoist, how aloof she was! And yet, not in her words, perhaps, but in her voic... | mind. Mary s lips parted slightly. She could not conceive in what respects Katharine, who spoke sincerely, could envy her. "I don t think you ve got any reason to envy me," she said. "Perhaps one always envies other people," Katharine observed vaguely. "Well, but you ve got everything that any one can want." Katharine ... | Night And Day |
"It would be a very good plan," | Katharine Hilbery | once came to her face.<|quote|>"It would be a very good plan,"</|quote|>said Katharine in her decided | Mary briefly. The color at once came to her face.<|quote|>"It would be a very good plan,"</|quote|>said Katharine in her decided way. "You think so?" "Yes, | "By the way, Mr. Denham told me he was going to give up the Bar and live in the country. Has he gone? He was beginning to tell me about it, when we were interrupted." "He thinks of it," said Mary briefly. The color at once came to her face.<|quote|>"It would be a very good plan,"</|quote|>said Katharine in her decided ... | she must not go; that they met so seldom; that she wanted to talk to her so much.... Katharine was surprised at the earnestness with which she spoke. It seemed to her that there could be no indiscretion in mentioning Ralph by name. Seating herself "for ten minutes," she said: "By the way, Mr. Denham told me he was goin... | looking at her as if now she were about, perhaps, to explain something very important. Mary could not help feeling the simplicity and good faith that lay behind Katharine s words. "I think affection is the only reality," she said. "Yes," said Katharine, almost sadly. She understood that Mary was thinking of Ralph, and ... | that any one can want." Katharine remained silent. She gazed into the fire quietly, and without a trace of self-consciousness. The hostility which she had divined in Mary s tone had completely disappeared, and she forgot that she had been upon the point of going. "Well, I suppose I have," she said at length. "And yet I... | feel rapid alternations of opinion about her, arrows of sensation striking strangely through the envelope of personality, which shelters us so conveniently from our fellows. What an egoist, how aloof she was! And yet, not in her words, perhaps, but in her voice, in her face, in her attitude, there were signs of a soft ... | of some trivial saying to end with. Wasn t there some picture, or clock, or chest of drawers which might be singled out for notice? something peaceable and friendly to end the uncomfortable interview? The green-shaded lamp burnt in the corner, and illumined books and pens and blotting-paper. The whole aspect of the pla... | Night And Day |
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