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said Katharine in her decided way. | No speaker | be a very good plan,"<|quote|>said Katharine in her decided way.</|quote|>"You think so?" "Yes, because | to her face. "It would be a very good plan,"<|quote|>said Katharine in her decided way.</|quote|>"You think so?" "Yes, because he would do something worth | 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. "It would be a very good plan,"<|quote|>said Katharine in her decided way.</|quote|>"You think so?" "Yes, becau... | 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 going to give up the Bar and live i... | 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 she felt it impossible to pre... | 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 sometimes think" She paused; she did not k... | 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 unblunted an... | 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. "It came over me in the Tube the other day," she resumed, with a smile; "... | Night And Day |
"You think so?" | Mary Datchet | Katharine in her decided way.<|quote|>"You think so?"</|quote|>"Yes, because he would do | a very good plan," said Katharine in her decided way.<|quote|>"You think so?"</|quote|>"Yes, because he would do something worth while; he would | 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. "It would be a very good plan," said Katharine in her decided way.<|quote|>"You think so?"</|quote|>"Yes, because he would do something... | 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 going to give up the Bar and live in the country. Has he gone? He... | 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 she felt it impossible to press her to reveal more of this exalted cond... | 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" She paused; she did not know how to express what she mean... | 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 unblunted and profound, playing over her thoughts and deeds... | 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... | Night And Day |
"Yes, because he would do something worth while; he would write a book. My father always says that he s the most remarkable of the young men who write for him." | Katharine Hilbery | decided way. "You think so?"<|quote|>"Yes, because he would do something worth while; he would write a book. My father always says that he s the most remarkable of the young men who write for him."</|quote|>Mary bent low over the | plan," said Katharine in her decided way. "You think so?"<|quote|>"Yes, because he would do something worth while; he would write a book. My father always says that he s the most remarkable of the young men who write for him."</|quote|>Mary bent low over the fire and stirred the coal | 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. "It would be a very good plan," said Katharine in her decided way. "You think so?"<|quote|>"Yes, because he would do something worth while; he woul... | 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 going to give up the Bar and live in the country. Has he gone? He was beginni... | 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 she felt it impossible to press her to reveal more of this exalted condition; she could only... | 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" She paused; she did not know how to express what she meant. "It came over me i... | 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 unblunted and profound, playing over her thoughts and deeds, and investing ... | 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... | Night And Day |
Mary bent low over the fire and stirred the coal between the bars with a poker. Katharine s mention of Ralph had roused within her an almost irresistible desire to explain to her the true state of the case between herself and Ralph. She knew, from the tone of her voice, that in speaking of Ralph she had no desire to pr... | No speaker | men who write for him."<|quote|>Mary bent low over the fire and stirred the coal between the bars with a poker. Katharine s mention of Ralph had roused within her an almost irresistible desire to explain to her the true state of the case between herself and Ralph. She knew, from the tone of her voice, that in speaking ... | most remarkable of the young men who write for him."<|quote|>Mary bent low over the fire and stirred the coal between the bars with a poker. Katharine s mention of Ralph had roused within her an almost irresistible desire to explain to her the true state of the case between herself and Ralph. She knew, from the tone of... | to her face. "It would be a very good plan," said Katharine in her decided way. "You think so?" "Yes, because he would do something worth while; he would write a book. My father always says that he s the most remarkable of the young men who write for him."<|quote|>Mary bent low over the fire and stirred the coal betwee... | 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," said Mary briefly. The color at once came to her face. "It would be a very good plan," said Katharine in her decid... | 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 exclaimed, with unmistakable earnestness, that she ... | 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 reason; I think it must be so... | 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 to think o... | 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 remained si... | Night And Day |
"I don t know what he means to do," | Mary Datchet | was in love with her.<|quote|>"I don t know what he means to do,"</|quote|>she said hurriedly, seeking time | must tell Katharine that Ralph was in love with her.<|quote|>"I don t know what he means to do,"</|quote|>she said hurriedly, seeking time against the pressure of her | but a further confidence had revealed itself, as Katharine spoke, which was not so simple, and yet it impressed itself upon her as a necessity; she must tell Katharine what it was clear that she had no conception of she must tell Katharine that Ralph was in love with her.<|quote|>"I don t know what he means to do,"</|q... | She knew, from the tone of her voice, that in speaking of Ralph she had no desire to probe Mary s secrets, or to insinuate any of her own. Moreover, she liked Katharine; she trusted her; she felt a respect for her. The first step of confidence was comparatively simple; but a further confidence had revealed itself, as K... | Mary briefly. The color at once came to her face. "It would be a very good plan," said Katharine in her decided way. "You think so?" "Yes, because he would do something worth while; he would write a book. My father always says that he s the most remarkable of the young men who write for him." Mary bent low over the fir... | 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, almost s... | 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 t there some picture, or clo... | 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," said Mary briefly. The color at once came to her face. "It would be a very good plan," said Katharine in her decid... | Night And Day |
she said hurriedly, seeking time against the pressure of her own conviction. | No speaker | what he means to do,"<|quote|>she said hurriedly, seeking time against the pressure of her own conviction.</|quote|>"I ve not seen him | her. "I don t know what he means to do,"<|quote|>she said hurriedly, seeking time against the pressure of her own conviction.</|quote|>"I ve not seen him since Christmas." Katharine reflected that | spoke, which was not so simple, and yet it impressed itself upon her as a necessity; she must tell Katharine what it was clear that she had no conception of she must tell Katharine that Ralph was in love with her. "I don t know what he means to do,"<|quote|>she said hurriedly, seeking time against the pressure of her o... | in speaking of Ralph she had no desire to probe Mary s secrets, or to insinuate any of her own. Moreover, she liked Katharine; she trusted her; she felt a respect for her. The first step of confidence was comparatively simple; but a further confidence had revealed itself, as Katharine spoke, which was not so simple, an... | face. "It would be a very good plan," said Katharine in her decided way. "You think so?" "Yes, because he would do something worth while; he would write a book. My father always says that he s the most remarkable of the young men who write for him." Mary bent low over the fire and stirred the coal between the bars with... | 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, almost sadly. She understood that Mary was thinking of Ra... | 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 singled out f... | 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 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 ... | Night And Day |
"I ve not seen him since Christmas." | Mary Datchet | pressure of her own conviction.<|quote|>"I ve not seen him since Christmas."</|quote|>Katharine reflected that this was | hurriedly, seeking time against the pressure of her own conviction.<|quote|>"I ve not seen him since Christmas."</|quote|>Katharine reflected that this was odd; perhaps, after all, she | her as a necessity; she must tell Katharine what it was clear that she had no conception of she must tell Katharine that Ralph was in love with her. "I don t know what he means to do," she said hurriedly, seeking time against the pressure of her own conviction.<|quote|>"I ve not seen him since Christmas."</|quote|>Kath... | secrets, or to insinuate any of her own. Moreover, she liked Katharine; she trusted her; she felt a respect for her. The first step of confidence was comparatively simple; but a further confidence had revealed itself, as Katharine spoke, which was not so simple, and yet it impressed itself upon her as a necessity; she ... | decided way. "You think so?" "Yes, because he would do something worth while; he would write a book. My father always says that he s the most remarkable of the young men who write for him." Mary bent low over the fire and stirred the coal between the bars with a poker. Katharine s mention of Ralph had roused within her... | 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 she felt it impossible to press her to reveal more of... | 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 and friendly to end the uncomforta... | 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 going to give up the Bar and live in the country. Has he gone? He was beginning to tell me about it, wh... | Night And Day |
Katharine reflected that this was odd; perhaps, after all, she had misunderstood the position. She was in the habit of assuming, however, that she was rather unobservant of the finer shades of feeling, and she noted her present failure as another proof that she was a practical, abstract-minded person, better fitted to ... | No speaker | not seen him since Christmas."<|quote|>Katharine reflected that this was odd; perhaps, after all, she had misunderstood the position. She was in the habit of assuming, however, that she was rather unobservant of the finer shades of feeling, and she noted her present failure as another proof that she was a practical, ab... | her own conviction. "I ve not seen him since Christmas."<|quote|>Katharine reflected that this was odd; perhaps, after all, she had misunderstood the position. She was in the habit of assuming, however, that she was rather unobservant of the finer shades of feeling, and she noted her present failure as another proof th... | Katharine what it was clear that she had no conception of she must tell Katharine that Ralph was in love with her. "I don t know what he means to do," she said hurriedly, seeking time against the pressure of her own conviction. "I ve not seen him since Christmas."<|quote|>Katharine reflected that this was odd; perhaps,... | own. Moreover, she liked Katharine; she trusted her; she felt a respect for her. The first step of confidence was comparatively simple; but a further confidence had revealed itself, as Katharine spoke, which was not so simple, and yet it impressed itself upon her as a necessity; she must tell Katharine what it was clea... | he would do something worth while; he would write a book. My father always says that he s the most remarkable of the young men who write for him." Mary bent low over the fire and stirred the coal between the bars with a poker. Katharine s mention of Ralph had roused within her an almost irresistible desire to explain t... | 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 she felt it impossible to press her to reveal more of this exalted condition; she could only respect t... | 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 burnt in t... | 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; that they met so seldom; that she wanted to talk to her so much.... Katharine was surprised at the ear... | Night And Day |
"And now" | Katharine Hilbery | William Rodney would say so.<|quote|>"And now"</|quote|>she said. "Oh, please stay!" | of men and women. Anyhow, William Rodney would say so.<|quote|>"And now"</|quote|>she said. "Oh, please stay!" Mary exclaimed, putting out her | of assuming, however, that she was rather unobservant of the finer shades of feeling, and she noted her present failure as another proof that she was a practical, abstract-minded person, better fitted to deal with figures than with the feelings of men and women. Anyhow, William Rodney would say so.<|quote|>"And now"</|... | love with her. "I don t know what he means to do," she said hurriedly, seeking time against the pressure of her own conviction. "I ve not seen him since Christmas." Katharine reflected that this was odd; perhaps, after all, she had misunderstood the position. She was in the habit of assuming, however, that she was rath... | herself and Ralph. She knew, from the tone of her voice, that in speaking of Ralph she had no desire to probe Mary s secrets, or to insinuate any of her own. Moreover, she liked Katharine; she trusted her; she felt a respect for her. The first step of confidence was comparatively simple; but a further confidence had re... | 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 Ralph by name... | 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, she... | briefly. The color at once came to her face. "It would be a very good plan," said Katharine in her decided way. "You think so?" "Yes, because he would do something worth while; he would write a book. My father always says that he s the most remarkable of the young men who write for him." Mary bent low over the fire and... | Night And Day |
she said. | No speaker | would say so. "And now"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"Oh, please stay!" Mary exclaimed, | and women. Anyhow, William Rodney would say so. "And now"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"Oh, please stay!" Mary exclaimed, putting out her hand to | however, that she was rather unobservant of the finer shades of feeling, and she noted her present failure as another proof that she was a practical, abstract-minded person, better fitted to deal with figures than with the feelings of men and women. Anyhow, William Rodney would say so. "And now"<|quote|>she said.</|quo... | her. "I don t know what he means to do," she said hurriedly, seeking time against the pressure of her own conviction. "I ve not seen him since Christmas." Katharine reflected that this was odd; perhaps, after all, she had misunderstood the position. She was in the habit of assuming, however, that she was rather unobser... | Ralph. She knew, from the tone of her voice, that in speaking of Ralph she had no desire to probe Mary s secrets, or to insinuate any of her own. Moreover, she liked Katharine; she trusted her; she felt a respect for her. The first step of confidence was comparatively simple; but a further confidence had revealed itsel... | 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... | 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, she added in ... | Mary briefly. The color at once came to her face. "It would be a very good plan," said Katharine in her decided way. "You think so?" "Yes, because he would do something worth while; he would write a book. My father always says that he s the most remarkable of the young men who write for him." Mary bent low over the fir... | Night And Day |
"Oh, please stay!" | Mary Datchet | so. "And now" she said.<|quote|>"Oh, please stay!"</|quote|>Mary exclaimed, putting out her | Anyhow, William Rodney would say so. "And now" she said.<|quote|>"Oh, please stay!"</|quote|>Mary exclaimed, putting out her hand to stop her. Directly | she was rather unobservant of the finer shades of feeling, and she noted her present failure as another proof that she was a practical, abstract-minded person, better fitted to deal with figures than with the feelings of men and women. Anyhow, William Rodney would say so. "And now" she said.<|quote|>"Oh, please stay!"<... | don t know what he means to do," she said hurriedly, seeking time against the pressure of her own conviction. "I ve not seen him since Christmas." Katharine reflected that this was odd; perhaps, after all, she had misunderstood the position. She was in the habit of assuming, however, that she was rather unobservant of ... | knew, from the tone of her voice, that in speaking of Ralph she had no desire to probe Mary s secrets, or to insinuate any of her own. Moreover, she liked Katharine; she trusted her; she felt a respect for her. The first step of confidence was comparatively simple; but a further confidence had revealed itself, as Katha... | 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 hersel... | 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... | because he would do something worth while; he would write a book. My father always says that he s the most remarkable of the young men who write for him." Mary bent low over the fire and stirred the coal between the bars with a poker. Katharine s mention of Ralph had roused within her an almost irresistible desire to e... | Night And Day |
Mary exclaimed, putting out her hand to stop her. Directly Katharine moved she felt, inarticulately and violently, that she could not bear to let her go. If Katharine went, her only chance of speaking was lost; her only chance of saying something tremendously important was lost. Half a dozen words were sufficient to wa... | No speaker | she said. "Oh, please stay!"<|quote|>Mary exclaimed, putting out her hand to stop her. Directly Katharine moved she felt, inarticulately and violently, that she could not bear to let her go. If Katharine went, her only chance of speaking was lost; her only chance of saying something tremendously important was lost. Hal... | would say so. "And now" she said. "Oh, please stay!"<|quote|>Mary exclaimed, putting out her hand to stop her. Directly Katharine moved she felt, inarticulately and violently, that she could not bear to let her go. If Katharine went, her only chance of speaking was lost; her only chance of saying something tremendously... | unobservant of the finer shades of feeling, and she noted her present failure as another proof that she was a practical, abstract-minded person, better fitted to deal with figures than with the feelings of men and women. Anyhow, William Rodney would say so. "And now" she said. "Oh, please stay!"<|quote|>Mary exclaimed,... | what he means to do," she said hurriedly, seeking time against the pressure of her own conviction. "I ve not seen him since Christmas." Katharine reflected that this was odd; perhaps, after all, she had misunderstood the position. She was in the habit of assuming, however, that she was rather unobservant of the finer s... | tone of her voice, that in speaking of Ralph she had no desire to probe Mary s secrets, or to insinuate any of her own. Moreover, she liked Katharine; she trusted her; she felt a respect for her. The first step of confidence was comparatively simple; but a further confidence had revealed itself, as Katharine spoke, whi... | 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 herself "for ten minutes," s... | 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 ... | 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... | Night And Day |
"I like this fur," | Mary Datchet | as if to examine it.<|quote|>"I like this fur,"</|quote|>she said, "I like your | fur, she bent her head as if to examine it.<|quote|>"I like this fur,"</|quote|>she said, "I like your clothes. And you mustn t | this loneliness frightened her, and yet to speak to lose her loneliness, for it had already become dear to her, was beyond her power. Her hand went down to the hem of Katharine s skirt, and, fingering a line of fur, she bent her head as if to examine it.<|quote|>"I like this fur,"</|quote|>she said, "I like your clothe... | stripped bare. Something she must keep of her own. But if she did keep something of her own? Immediately she figured an immured life, continuing for an immense period, the same feelings living for ever, neither dwindling nor changing within the ring of a thick stone wall. The imagination of this loneliness frightened h... | bear to let her go. If Katharine went, her only chance of speaking was lost; her only chance of saying something tremendously important was lost. Half a dozen words were sufficient to wake Katharine s attention, and put flight and further silence beyond her power. But although the words came to her lips, her throat clo... | any of her own. Moreover, she liked Katharine; she trusted her; she felt a respect for her. The first step of confidence was comparatively simple; but a further confidence had revealed itself, as Katharine spoke, which was not so simple, and yet it impressed itself upon her as a necessity; she must tell Katharine what ... | 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. But the words seemed to Mary Datchet shallow, supercilious, cold-blooded,... | since Christmas." Katharine reflected that this was odd; perhaps, after all, she had misunderstood the position. She was in the habit of assuming, however, that she was rather unobservant of the finer shades of feeling, and she noted her present failure as another proof that she was a practical, abstract-minded person,... | Night And Day |
she said, | No speaker | it. "I like this fur,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"I like your clothes. And | head as if to examine it. "I like this fur,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that | and yet to speak to lose her loneliness, for it had already become dear to her, was beyond her power. Her hand went down to the hem of Katharine s skirt, and, fingering a line of fur, she bent her head as if to examine it. "I like this fur,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I ... | must keep of her own. But if she did keep something of her own? Immediately she figured an immured life, continuing for an immense period, the same feelings living for ever, neither dwindling nor changing within the ring of a thick stone wall. The imagination of this loneliness frightened her, and yet to speak to lose ... | go. If Katharine went, her only chance of speaking was lost; her only chance of saying something tremendously important was lost. Half a dozen words were sufficient to wake Katharine s attention, and put flight and further silence beyond her power. But although the words came to her lips, her throat closed upon them an... | Moreover, she liked Katharine; she trusted her; she felt a respect for her. The first step of confidence was comparatively simple; but a further confidence had revealed itself, as Katharine spoke, which was not so simple, and yet it impressed itself upon her as a necessity; she must tell Katharine what it was clear tha... | 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. But the words seemed to Mary Datchet shallow, supercilious, cold-blooded, and cynical all in one. All h... | to explain to her the true state of the case between herself and Ralph. She knew, from the tone of her voice, that in speaking of Ralph she had no desire to probe Mary s secrets, or to insinuate any of her own. Moreover, she liked Katharine; she trusted her; she felt a respect for her. The first step of confidence was ... | Night And Day |
"I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralph," | Mary Datchet | like this fur," she said,<|quote|>"I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralph,"</|quote|>she continued, in the same | if to examine it. "I like this fur," she said,<|quote|>"I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralph,"</|quote|>she continued, in the same tone, "because he doesn t | to speak to lose her loneliness, for it had already become dear to her, was beyond her power. Her hand went down to the hem of Katharine s skirt, and, fingering a line of fur, she bent her head as if to examine it. "I like this fur," she said,<|quote|>"I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I m going to marry ... | of her own. But if she did keep something of her own? Immediately she figured an immured life, continuing for an immense period, the same feelings living for ever, neither dwindling nor changing within the ring of a thick stone wall. The imagination of this loneliness frightened her, and yet to speak to lose her loneli... | Katharine went, her only chance of speaking was lost; her only chance of saying something tremendously important was lost. Half a dozen words were sufficient to wake Katharine s attention, and put flight and further silence beyond her power. But although the words came to her lips, her throat closed upon them and drove... | liked Katharine; she trusted her; she felt a respect for her. The first step of confidence was comparatively simple; but a further confidence had revealed itself, as Katharine spoke, which was not so simple, and yet it impressed itself upon her as a necessity; she must tell Katharine what it was clear that she had no c... | 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. But the words seemed to Mary Datchet shallow, supercilious, cold-blooded, and cynical all in one. All her natur... | stay!" Mary exclaimed, putting out her hand to stop her. Directly Katharine moved she felt, inarticulately and violently, that she could not bear to let her go. If Katharine went, her only chance of speaking was lost; her only chance of saying something tremendously important was lost. Half a dozen words were sufficien... | Night And Day |
she continued, in the same tone, | No speaker | m going to marry Ralph,"<|quote|>she continued, in the same tone,</|quote|>"because he doesn t care | mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralph,"<|quote|>she continued, in the same tone,</|quote|>"because he doesn t care for me at all. He | her power. Her hand went down to the hem of Katharine s skirt, and, fingering a line of fur, she bent her head as if to examine it. "I like this fur," she said, "I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralph,"<|quote|>she continued, in the same tone,</|quote|>"because he doesn t care for me a... | immured life, continuing for an immense period, the same feelings living for ever, neither dwindling nor changing within the ring of a thick stone wall. The imagination of this loneliness frightened her, and yet to speak to lose her loneliness, for it had already become dear to her, was beyond her power. Her hand went ... | important was lost. Half a dozen words were sufficient to wake Katharine s attention, and put flight and further silence beyond her power. But although the words came to her lips, her throat closed upon them and drove them back. After all, she considered, why should she speak? Because it is right, her instinct told her... | was comparatively simple; but a further confidence had revealed itself, as Katharine spoke, which was not so simple, and yet it impressed itself upon her as a necessity; she must tell Katharine what it was clear that she had no conception of she must tell Katharine that Ralph was in love with her. "I don t know what he... | 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, yo... | 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," said Mary briefly. The color at once came to her face. "It would be a very good plan," sa... | Night And Day |
"because he doesn t care for me at all. He cares for some one else." | Mary Datchet | continued, in the same tone,<|quote|>"because he doesn t care for me at all. He cares for some one else."</|quote|>Her head remained bent, and | going to marry Ralph," she continued, in the same tone,<|quote|>"because he doesn t care for me at all. He cares for some one else."</|quote|>Her head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon | to the hem of Katharine s skirt, and, fingering a line of fur, she bent her head as if to examine it. "I like this fur," she said, "I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralph," she continued, in the same tone,<|quote|>"because he doesn t care for me at all. He cares for some one else."</|q... | period, the same feelings living for ever, neither dwindling nor changing within the ring of a thick stone wall. The imagination of this loneliness frightened her, and yet to speak to lose her loneliness, for it had already become dear to her, was beyond her power. Her hand went down to the hem of Katharine s skirt, an... | words were sufficient to wake Katharine s attention, and put flight and further silence beyond her power. But although the words came to her lips, her throat closed upon them and drove them back. After all, she considered, why should she speak? Because it is right, her instinct told her; right to expose oneself without... | confidence had revealed itself, as Katharine spoke, which was not so simple, and yet it impressed itself upon her as a necessity; she must tell Katharine what it was clear that she had no conception of she must tell Katharine that Ralph was in love with her. "I don t know what he means to do," she said hurriedly, seeki... | 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 you are," Katharin... | out her hand to stop her. Directly Katharine moved she felt, inarticulately and violently, that she could not bear to let her go. If Katharine went, her only chance of speaking was lost; her only chance of saying something tremendously important was lost. Half a dozen words were sufficient to wake Katharine s attention... | Night And Day |
Her head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt. | No speaker | cares for some one else."<|quote|>Her head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt.</|quote|>"It s a shabby old | for me at all. He cares for some one else."<|quote|>Her head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt.</|quote|>"It s a shabby old dress," said Katharine, and the | her head as if to examine it. "I like this fur," she said, "I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralph," she continued, in the same tone, "because he doesn t care for me at all. He cares for some one else."<|quote|>Her head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt.</|quote|>... | a thick stone wall. The imagination of this loneliness frightened her, and yet to speak to lose her loneliness, for it had already become dear to her, was beyond her power. Her hand went down to the hem of Katharine s skirt, and, fingering a line of fur, she bent her head as if to examine it. "I like this fur," she sai... | her power. But although the words came to her lips, her throat closed upon them and drove them back. After all, she considered, why should she speak? Because it is right, her instinct told her; right to expose oneself without reservations to other human beings. She flinched from the thought. It asked too much of one al... | impressed itself upon her as a necessity; she must tell Katharine what it was clear that she had no conception of she must tell Katharine that Ralph was in love with her. "I don t know what he means to do," she said hurriedly, seeking time against the pressure of her own conviction. "I ve not seen him since Christmas."... | 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 were about, perhaps, to explain someth... | unobservant of the finer shades of feeling, and she noted her present failure as another proof that she was a practical, abstract-minded person, better fitted to deal with figures than with the feelings of men and women. Anyhow, William Rodney would say so. "And now" she said. "Oh, please stay!" Mary exclaimed, putting... | Night And Day |
"It s a shabby old dress," | Katharine Hilbery | still rested upon the skirt.<|quote|>"It s a shabby old dress,"</|quote|>said Katharine, and the only | remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt.<|quote|>"It s a shabby old dress,"</|quote|>said Katharine, and the only sign that Mary s words | said, "I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralph," she continued, in the same tone, "because he doesn t care for me at all. He cares for some one else." Her head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt.<|quote|>"It s a shabby old dress,"</|quote|>said Katharine, and the on... | yet to speak to lose her loneliness, for it had already become dear to her, was beyond her power. Her hand went down to the hem of Katharine s skirt, and, fingering a line of fur, she bent her head as if to examine it. "I like this fur," she said, "I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralp... | closed upon them and drove them back. After all, she considered, why should she speak? Because it is right, her instinct told her; right to expose oneself without reservations to other human beings. She flinched from the thought. It asked too much of one already stripped bare. Something she must keep of her own. But if... | it was clear that she had no conception of she must tell Katharine that Ralph was in love with her. "I don t know what he means to do," she said hurriedly, seeking time against the pressure of her own conviction. "I ve not seen him since Christmas." Katharine reflected that this was odd; perhaps, after all, she had mis... | 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 were about, perhaps, to explain something very important. Mary could not help feeling the simplicity and good faith that lay... | own. Moreover, she liked Katharine; she trusted her; she felt a respect for her. The first step of confidence was comparatively simple; but a further confidence had revealed itself, as Katharine spoke, which was not so simple, and yet it impressed itself upon her as a necessity; she must tell Katharine what it was clea... | Night And Day |
said Katharine, and the only sign that Mary s words had reached her was that she spoke with a little jerk. | No speaker | s a shabby old dress,"<|quote|>said Katharine, and the only sign that Mary s words had reached her was that she spoke with a little jerk.</|quote|>"You don t mind my | rested upon the skirt. "It s a shabby old dress,"<|quote|>said Katharine, and the only sign that Mary s words had reached her was that she spoke with a little jerk.</|quote|>"You don t mind my telling you that?" said Mary, | you mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralph," she continued, in the same tone, "because he doesn t care for me at all. He cares for some one else." Her head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt. "It s a shabby old dress,"<|quote|>said Katharine, and the only sign that Mary s words had reached her... | loneliness, for it had already become dear to her, was beyond her power. Her hand went down to the hem of Katharine s skirt, and, fingering a line of fur, she bent her head as if to examine it. "I like this fur," she said, "I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralph," she continued, in the... | back. After all, she considered, why should she speak? Because it is right, her instinct told her; right to expose oneself without reservations to other human beings. She flinched from the thought. It asked too much of one already stripped bare. Something she must keep of her own. But if she did keep something of her o... | no conception of she must tell Katharine that Ralph was in love with her. "I don t know what he means to do," she said hurriedly, seeking time against the pressure of her own conviction. "I ve not seen him since Christmas." Katharine reflected that this was odd; perhaps, after all, she had misunderstood the position. S... | 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 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 thin... | had no conception of she must tell Katharine that Ralph was in love with her. "I don t know what he means to do," she said hurriedly, seeking time against the pressure of her own conviction. "I ve not seen him since Christmas." Katharine reflected that this was odd; perhaps, after all, she had misunderstood the positio... | Night And Day |
"You don t mind my telling you that?" | Mary Datchet | spoke with a little jerk.<|quote|>"You don t mind my telling you that?"</|quote|>said Mary, raising herself. "No, | reached her was that she spoke with a little jerk.<|quote|>"You don t mind my telling you that?"</|quote|>said Mary, raising herself. "No, no," said Katharine; "but you | care for me at all. He cares for some one else." Her head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt. "It s a shabby old dress," said Katharine, and the only sign that Mary s words had reached her was that she spoke with a little jerk.<|quote|>"You don t mind my telling you that?"</|quote|>said Mary, raisi... | Katharine s skirt, and, fingering a line of fur, she bent her head as if to examine it. "I like this fur," she said, "I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralph," she continued, in the same tone, "because he doesn t care for me at all. He cares for some one else." Her head remained bent, a... | without reservations to other human beings. She flinched from the thought. It asked too much of one already stripped bare. Something she must keep of her own. But if she did keep something of her own? Immediately she figured an immured life, continuing for an immense period, the same feelings living for ever, neither d... | to do," she said hurriedly, seeking time against the pressure of her own conviction. "I ve not seen him since Christmas." Katharine reflected that this was odd; perhaps, after all, she had misunderstood the position. She was in the habit of assuming, however, that she was rather unobservant of the finer shades of feeli... | 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, almost sadly. She understood that Mary wa... | was in love with her. "I don t know what he means to do," she said hurriedly, seeking time against the pressure of her own conviction. "I ve not seen him since Christmas." Katharine reflected that this was odd; perhaps, after all, she had misunderstood the position. She was in the habit of assuming, however, that she w... | Night And Day |
said Mary, raising herself. | No speaker | mind my telling you that?"<|quote|>said Mary, raising herself.</|quote|>"No, no," said Katharine; "but | little jerk. "You don t mind my telling you that?"<|quote|>said Mary, raising herself.</|quote|>"No, no," said Katharine; "but you re mistaken, aren t | some one else." Her head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt. "It s a shabby old dress," said Katharine, and the only sign that Mary s words had reached her was that she spoke with a little jerk. "You don t mind my telling you that?"<|quote|>said Mary, raising herself.</|quote|>"No, no," said Kathar... | fur, she bent her head as if to examine it. "I like this fur," she said, "I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralph," she continued, in the same tone, "because he doesn t care for me at all. He cares for some one else." Her head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt. "It... | from the thought. It asked too much of one already stripped bare. Something she must keep of her own. But if she did keep something of her own? Immediately she figured an immured life, continuing for an immense period, the same feelings living for ever, neither dwindling nor changing within the ring of a thick stone wa... | the pressure of her own conviction. "I ve not seen him since Christmas." Katharine reflected that this was odd; perhaps, after all, she had misunderstood the position. She was in the habit of assuming, however, that she was rather unobservant of the finer shades of feeling, and she noted her present failure as another ... | 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 she felt it impossibl... | a dozen words were sufficient to wake Katharine s attention, and put flight and further silence beyond her power. But although the words came to her lips, her throat closed upon them and drove them back. After all, she considered, why should she speak? Because it is right, her instinct told her; right to expose oneself... | Night And Day |
"No, no," | Katharine Hilbery | that?" said Mary, raising herself.<|quote|>"No, no,"</|quote|>said Katharine; "but you re | t mind my telling you that?" said Mary, raising herself.<|quote|>"No, no,"</|quote|>said Katharine; "but you re mistaken, aren t you?" She | head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt. "It s a shabby old dress," said Katharine, and the only sign that Mary s words had reached her was that she spoke with a little jerk. "You don t mind my telling you that?" said Mary, raising herself.<|quote|>"No, no,"</|quote|>said Katharine; "but you re mis... | head as if to examine it. "I like this fur," she said, "I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralph," she continued, in the same tone, "because he doesn t care for me at all. He cares for some one else." Her head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt. "It s a shabby old dr... | asked too much of one already stripped bare. Something she must keep of her own. But if she did keep something of her own? Immediately she figured an immured life, continuing for an immense period, the same feelings living for ever, neither dwindling nor changing within the ring of a thick stone wall. The imagination o... | own conviction. "I ve not seen him since Christmas." Katharine reflected that this was odd; perhaps, after all, she had misunderstood the position. She was in the habit of assuming, however, that she was rather unobservant of the finer shades of feeling, and she noted her present failure as another proof that she was a... | 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 she felt it impossible to press her to re... | she said. "Oh, please stay!" Mary exclaimed, putting out her hand to stop her. Directly Katharine moved she felt, inarticulately and violently, that she could not bear to let her go. If Katharine went, her only chance of speaking was lost; her only chance of saying something tremendously important was lost. Half a doze... | Night And Day |
said Katharine; | No speaker | Mary, raising herself. "No, no,"<|quote|>said Katharine;</|quote|>"but you re mistaken, aren | my telling you that?" said Mary, raising herself. "No, no,"<|quote|>said Katharine;</|quote|>"but you re mistaken, aren t you?" She was, in | bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt. "It s a shabby old dress," said Katharine, and the only sign that Mary s words had reached her was that she spoke with a little jerk. "You don t mind my telling you that?" said Mary, raising herself. "No, no,"<|quote|>said Katharine;</|quote|>"but you re mistaken, aren t ... | if to examine it. "I like this fur," she said, "I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralph," she continued, in the same tone, "because he doesn t care for me at all. He cares for some one else." Her head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt. "It s a shabby old dress," sa... | much of one already stripped bare. Something she must keep of her own. But if she did keep something of her own? Immediately she figured an immured life, continuing for an immense period, the same feelings living for ever, neither dwindling nor changing within the ring of a thick stone wall. The imagination of this lon... | "I ve not seen him since Christmas." Katharine reflected that this was odd; perhaps, after all, she had misunderstood the position. She was in the habit of assuming, however, that she was rather unobservant of the finer shades of feeling, and she noted her present failure as another proof that she was a practical, abst... | 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 she felt it impossible to press her to reveal more of... | them and drove them back. After all, she considered, why should she speak? Because it is right, her instinct told her; right to expose oneself without reservations to other human beings. She flinched from the thought. It asked too much of one already stripped bare. Something she must keep of her own. But if she did kee... | Night And Day |
"but you re mistaken, aren t you?" | Katharine Hilbery | herself. "No, no," said Katharine;<|quote|>"but you re mistaken, aren t you?"</|quote|>She was, in truth, horribly | you that?" said Mary, raising herself. "No, no," said Katharine;<|quote|>"but you re mistaken, aren t you?"</|quote|>She was, in truth, horribly uncomfortable, dismayed, indeed, disillusioned. She | her hand still rested upon the skirt. "It s a shabby old dress," said Katharine, and the only sign that Mary s words had reached her was that she spoke with a little jerk. "You don t mind my telling you that?" said Mary, raising herself. "No, no," said Katharine;<|quote|>"but you re mistaken, aren t you?"</|quote|>She ... | examine it. "I like this fur," she said, "I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralph," she continued, in the same tone, "because he doesn t care for me at all. He cares for some one else." Her head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt. "It s a shabby old dress," said Kat... | one already stripped bare. Something she must keep of her own. But if she did keep something of her own? Immediately she figured an immured life, continuing for an immense period, the same feelings living for ever, neither dwindling nor changing within the ring of a thick stone wall. The imagination of this loneliness ... | not seen him since Christmas." Katharine reflected that this was odd; perhaps, after all, she had misunderstood the position. She was in the habit of assuming, however, that she was rather unobservant of the finer shades of feeling, and she noted her present failure as another proof that she was a practical, abstract-m... | 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 she felt it impossible to press her to reveal more of this exalted cond... | put flight and further silence beyond her power. But although the words came to her lips, her throat closed upon them and drove them back. After all, she considered, why should she speak? Because it is right, her instinct told her; right to expose oneself without reservations to other human beings. She flinched from th... | Night And Day |
She was, in truth, horribly uncomfortable, dismayed, indeed, disillusioned. She disliked the turn things had taken quite intensely. The indecency of it afflicted her. The suffering implied by the tone appalled her. She looked at Mary furtively, with eyes that were full of apprehension. But if she had hoped to find that... | No speaker | re mistaken, aren t you?"<|quote|>She was, in truth, horribly uncomfortable, dismayed, indeed, disillusioned. She disliked the turn things had taken quite intensely. The indecency of it afflicted her. The suffering implied by the tone appalled her. She looked at Mary furtively, with eyes that were full of apprehension.... | no," said Katharine; "but you re mistaken, aren t you?"<|quote|>She was, in truth, horribly uncomfortable, dismayed, indeed, disillusioned. She disliked the turn things had taken quite intensely. The indecency of it afflicted her. The suffering implied by the tone appalled her. She looked at Mary furtively, with eyes t... | "It s a shabby old dress," said Katharine, and the only sign that Mary s words had reached her was that she spoke with a little jerk. "You don t mind my telling you that?" said Mary, raising herself. "No, no," said Katharine; "but you re mistaken, aren t you?"<|quote|>She was, in truth, horribly uncomfortable, dismayed... | said, "I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralph," she continued, in the same tone, "because he doesn t care for me at all. He cares for some one else." Her head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt. "It s a shabby old dress," said Katharine, and the only sign that Mary... | keep of her own. But if she did keep something of her own? Immediately she figured an immured life, continuing for an immense period, the same feelings living for ever, neither dwindling nor changing within the ring of a thick stone wall. The imagination of this loneliness frightened her, and yet to speak to lose her l... | that this was odd; perhaps, after all, she had misunderstood the position. She was in the habit of assuming, however, that she was rather unobservant of the finer shades of feeling, and she noted her present failure as another proof that she was a practical, abstract-minded person, better fitted to deal with figures th... | 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 she felt it impossible to press her to reveal more of this exalted condition; she could only respect the fact that,... | Ralph was in love with her. "I don t know what he means to do," she said hurriedly, seeking time against the pressure of her own conviction. "I ve not seen him since Christmas." Katharine reflected that this was odd; perhaps, after all, she had misunderstood the position. She was in the habit of assuming, however, that... | Night And Day |
"There are some things, don t you think, that one can t be mistaken about?" | Mary Datchet | space of a few minutes.<|quote|>"There are some things, don t you think, that one can t be mistaken about?"</|quote|>Mary said, quietly and almost | years or so in the space of a few minutes.<|quote|>"There are some things, don t you think, that one can t be mistaken about?"</|quote|>Mary said, quietly and almost coldly. "That is what puzzles | if she had hoped to find that these words had been spoken without understanding of their meaning, she was at once disappointed. Mary lay back in her chair, frowning slightly, and looking, Katharine thought, as if she had lived fifteen years or so in the space of a few minutes.<|quote|>"There are some things, don t you ... | re mistaken, aren t you?" She was, in truth, horribly uncomfortable, dismayed, indeed, disillusioned. She disliked the turn things had taken quite intensely. The indecency of it afflicted her. The suffering implied by the tone appalled her. She looked at Mary furtively, with eyes that were full of apprehension. But if ... | "I like this fur," she said, "I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralph," she continued, in the same tone, "because he doesn t care for me at all. He cares for some one else." Her head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt. "It s a shabby old dress," said Katharine, and ... | bear to let her go. If Katharine went, her only chance of speaking was lost; her only chance of saying something tremendously important was lost. Half a dozen words were sufficient to wake Katharine s attention, and put flight and further silence beyond her power. But although the words came to her lips, her throat clo... | 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 going to give up the Bar and live in the country. Has he gone? He was beg... | with the feelings of men and women. Anyhow, William Rodney would say so. "And now" she said. "Oh, please stay!" Mary exclaimed, putting out her hand to stop her. Directly Katharine moved she felt, inarticulately and violently, that she could not bear to let her go. If Katharine went, her only chance of speaking was los... | Night And Day |
Mary said, quietly and almost coldly. | No speaker | can t be mistaken about?"<|quote|>Mary said, quietly and almost coldly.</|quote|>"That is what puzzles me | t you think, that one can t be mistaken about?"<|quote|>Mary said, quietly and almost coldly.</|quote|>"That is what puzzles me about this question of being | their meaning, she was at once disappointed. Mary lay back in her chair, frowning slightly, and looking, Katharine thought, as if she had lived fifteen years or so in the space of a few minutes. "There are some things, don t you think, that one can t be mistaken about?"<|quote|>Mary said, quietly and almost coldly.</|q... | disliked the turn things had taken quite intensely. The indecency of it afflicted her. The suffering implied by the tone appalled her. She looked at Mary furtively, with eyes that were full of apprehension. But if she had hoped to find that these words had been spoken without understanding of their meaning, she was at ... | that I m going to marry Ralph," she continued, in the same tone, "because he doesn t care for me at all. He cares for some one else." Her head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt. "It s a shabby old dress," said Katharine, and the only sign that Mary s words had reached her was that she spoke with a... | her only chance of saying something tremendously important was lost. Half a dozen words were sufficient to wake Katharine s attention, and put flight and further silence beyond her power. But although the words came to her lips, her throat closed upon them and drove them back. After all, she considered, why should she ... | 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 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... | her only chance of saying something tremendously important was lost. Half a dozen words were sufficient to wake Katharine s attention, and put flight and further silence beyond her power. But although the words came to her lips, her throat closed upon them and drove them back. After all, she considered, why should she ... | Night And Day |
"That is what puzzles me about this question of being in love. I ve always prided myself upon being reasonable," | Mary Datchet | said, quietly and almost coldly.<|quote|>"That is what puzzles me about this question of being in love. I ve always prided myself upon being reasonable,"</|quote|>she added. "I didn t | t be mistaken about?" Mary said, quietly and almost coldly.<|quote|>"That is what puzzles me about this question of being in love. I ve always prided myself upon being reasonable,"</|quote|>she added. "I didn t think I could have felt | disappointed. Mary lay back in her chair, frowning slightly, and looking, Katharine thought, as if she had lived fifteen years or so in the space of a few minutes. "There are some things, don t you think, that one can t be mistaken about?" Mary said, quietly and almost coldly.<|quote|>"That is what puzzles me about thi... | quite intensely. The indecency of it afflicted her. The suffering implied by the tone appalled her. She looked at Mary furtively, with eyes that were full of apprehension. But if she had hoped to find that these words had been spoken without understanding of their meaning, she was at once disappointed. Mary lay back in... | Ralph," she continued, in the same tone, "because he doesn t care for me at all. He cares for some one else." Her head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt. "It s a shabby old dress," said Katharine, and the only sign that Mary s words had reached her was that she spoke with a little jerk. "You don t... | tremendously important was lost. Half a dozen words were sufficient to wake Katharine s attention, and put flight and further silence beyond her power. But although the words came to her lips, her throat closed upon them and drove them back. After all, she considered, why should she speak? Because it is right, her inst... | 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." "He thinks of it," said Mary briefly. The color at once came to... | her instinct told her; right to expose oneself without reservations to other human beings. She flinched from the thought. It asked too much of one already stripped bare. Something she must keep of her own. But if she did keep something of her own? Immediately she figured an immured life, continuing for an immense perio... | Night And Day |
she added. | No speaker | prided myself upon being reasonable,"<|quote|>she added.</|quote|>"I didn t think I | in love. I ve always prided myself upon being reasonable,"<|quote|>she added.</|quote|>"I didn t think I could have felt this I | or so in the space of a few minutes. "There are some things, don t you think, that one can t be mistaken about?" Mary said, quietly and almost coldly. "That is what puzzles me about this question of being in love. I ve always prided myself upon being reasonable,"<|quote|>she added.</|quote|>"I didn t think I could have... | furtively, with eyes that were full of apprehension. But if she had hoped to find that these words had been spoken without understanding of their meaning, she was at once disappointed. Mary lay back in her chair, frowning slightly, and looking, Katharine thought, as if she had lived fifteen years or so in the space of ... | one else." Her head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt. "It s a shabby old dress," said Katharine, and the only sign that Mary s words had reached her was that she spoke with a little jerk. "You don t mind my telling you that?" said Mary, raising herself. "No, no," said Katharine; "but you re mista... | silence beyond her power. But although the words came to her lips, her throat closed upon them and drove them back. After all, she considered, why should she speak? Because it is right, her instinct told her; right to expose oneself without reservations to other human beings. She flinched from the thought. It asked too... | 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. "It would be a very good plan," said Katharine in her decided way. "You think so?" "Yes, because he would do... | not seen him since Christmas." Katharine reflected that this was odd; perhaps, after all, she had misunderstood the position. She was in the habit of assuming, however, that she was rather unobservant of the finer shades of feeling, and she noted her present failure as another proof that she was a practical, abstract-m... | Night And Day |
"I didn t think I could have felt this I mean if the other person didn t. I was foolish. I let myself pretend." | Mary Datchet | upon being reasonable," she added.<|quote|>"I didn t think I could have felt this I mean if the other person didn t. I was foolish. I let myself pretend."</|quote|>Here she paused. "For, you | I ve always prided myself upon being reasonable," she added.<|quote|>"I didn t think I could have felt this I mean if the other person didn t. I was foolish. I let myself pretend."</|quote|>Here she paused. "For, you see, Katharine," she proceeded, rousing | in the space of a few minutes. "There are some things, don t you think, that one can t be mistaken about?" Mary said, quietly and almost coldly. "That is what puzzles me about this question of being in love. I ve always prided myself upon being reasonable," she added.<|quote|>"I didn t think I could have felt this I me... | eyes that were full of apprehension. But if she had hoped to find that these words had been spoken without understanding of their meaning, she was at once disappointed. Mary lay back in her chair, frowning slightly, and looking, Katharine thought, as if she had lived fifteen years or so in the space of a few minutes. "... | Her head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt. "It s a shabby old dress," said Katharine, and the only sign that Mary s words had reached her was that she spoke with a little jerk. "You don t mind my telling you that?" said Mary, raising herself. "No, no," said Katharine; "but you re mistaken, aren t... | her power. But although the words came to her lips, her throat closed upon them and drove them back. After all, she considered, why should she speak? Because it is right, her instinct told her; right to expose oneself without reservations to other human beings. She flinched from the thought. It asked too much of one al... | 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. "It would be a very good plan," said Katharine in her decided way. "You think so?" "Yes, because he would do somet... | something tremendously important was lost. Half a dozen words were sufficient to wake Katharine s attention, and put flight and further silence beyond her power. But although the words came to her lips, her throat closed upon them and drove them back. After all, she considered, why should she speak? Because it is right... | Night And Day |
Here she paused. | No speaker | foolish. I let myself pretend."<|quote|>Here she paused.</|quote|>"For, you see, Katharine," she | person didn t. I was foolish. I let myself pretend."<|quote|>Here she paused.</|quote|>"For, you see, Katharine," she proceeded, rousing herself and speaking | quietly and almost coldly. "That is what puzzles me about this question of being in love. I ve always prided myself upon being reasonable," she added. "I didn t think I could have felt this I mean if the other person didn t. I was foolish. I let myself pretend."<|quote|>Here she paused.</|quote|>"For, you see, Katharin... | she was at once disappointed. Mary lay back in her chair, frowning slightly, and looking, Katharine thought, as if she had lived fifteen years or so in the space of a few minutes. "There are some things, don t you think, that one can t be mistaken about?" Mary said, quietly and almost coldly. "That is what puzzles me a... | that Mary s words had reached her was that she spoke with a little jerk. "You don t mind my telling you that?" said Mary, raising herself. "No, no," said Katharine; "but you re mistaken, aren t you?" She was, in truth, horribly uncomfortable, dismayed, indeed, disillusioned. She disliked the turn things had taken quite... | should she speak? Because it is right, her instinct told her; right to expose oneself without reservations to other human beings. She flinched from the thought. It asked too much of one already stripped bare. Something she must keep of her own. But if she did keep something of her own? Immediately she figured an immure... | we were interrupted." "He thinks of it," said Mary briefly. The color at once came to her face. "It would be a very good plan," said Katharine in her decided way. "You think so?" "Yes, because he would do something worth while; he would write a book. My father always says that he s the most remarkable of the young men ... | this fur," she said, "I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralph," she continued, in the same tone, "because he doesn t care for me at all. He cares for some one else." Her head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt. "It s a shabby old dress," said Katharine, and the only... | Night And Day |
"For, you see, Katharine," | Mary Datchet | myself pretend." Here she paused.<|quote|>"For, you see, Katharine,"</|quote|>she proceeded, rousing herself and | I was foolish. I let myself pretend." Here she paused.<|quote|>"For, you see, Katharine,"</|quote|>she proceeded, rousing herself and speaking with greater energy, "I | coldly. "That is what puzzles me about this question of being in love. I ve always prided myself upon being reasonable," she added. "I didn t think I could have felt this I mean if the other person didn t. I was foolish. I let myself pretend." Here she paused.<|quote|>"For, you see, Katharine,"</|quote|>she proceeded, ... | once disappointed. Mary lay back in her chair, frowning slightly, and looking, Katharine thought, as if she had lived fifteen years or so in the space of a few minutes. "There are some things, don t you think, that one can t be mistaken about?" Mary said, quietly and almost coldly. "That is what puzzles me about this q... | words had reached her was that she spoke with a little jerk. "You don t mind my telling you that?" said Mary, raising herself. "No, no," said Katharine; "but you re mistaken, aren t you?" She was, in truth, horribly uncomfortable, dismayed, indeed, disillusioned. She disliked the turn things had taken quite intensely. ... | Because it is right, her instinct told her; right to expose oneself without reservations to other human beings. She flinched from the thought. It asked too much of one already stripped bare. Something she must keep of her own. But if she did keep something of her own? Immediately she figured an immured life, continuing... | "He thinks of it," said Mary briefly. The color at once came to her face. "It would be a very good plan," said Katharine in her decided way. "You think so?" "Yes, because he would do something worth while; he would write a book. My father always says that he s the most remarkable of the young men who write for him." Ma... | Her head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt. "It s a shabby old dress," said Katharine, and the only sign that Mary s words had reached her was that she spoke with a little jerk. "You don t mind my telling you that?" said Mary, raising herself. "No, no," said Katharine; "but you re mistaken, aren t... | Night And Day |
she proceeded, rousing herself and speaking with greater energy, | No speaker | paused. "For, you see, Katharine,"<|quote|>she proceeded, rousing herself and speaking with greater energy,</|quote|>"I AM in love. There | let myself pretend." Here she paused. "For, you see, Katharine,"<|quote|>she proceeded, rousing herself and speaking with greater energy,</|quote|>"I AM in love. There s no doubt about that.... | puzzles me about this question of being in love. I ve always prided myself upon being reasonable," she added. "I didn t think I could have felt this I mean if the other person didn t. I was foolish. I let myself pretend." Here she paused. "For, you see, Katharine,"<|quote|>she proceeded, rousing herself and speaking wi... | back in her chair, frowning slightly, and looking, Katharine thought, as if she had lived fifteen years or so in the space of a few minutes. "There are some things, don t you think, that one can t be mistaken about?" Mary said, quietly and almost coldly. "That is what puzzles me about this question of being in love. I ... | was that she spoke with a little jerk. "You don t mind my telling you that?" said Mary, raising herself. "No, no," said Katharine; "but you re mistaken, aren t you?" She was, in truth, horribly uncomfortable, dismayed, indeed, disillusioned. She disliked the turn things had taken quite intensely. The indecency of it af... | her instinct told her; right to expose oneself without reservations to other human beings. She flinched from the thought. It asked too much of one already stripped bare. Something she must keep of her own. But if she did keep something of her own? Immediately she figured an immured life, continuing for an immense perio... | said Mary briefly. The color at once came to her face. "It would be a very good plan," said Katharine in her decided way. "You think so?" "Yes, because he would do something worth while; he would write a book. My father always says that he s the most remarkable of the young men who write for him." Mary bent low over th... | He cares for some one else." Her head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt. "It s a shabby old dress," said Katharine, and the only sign that Mary s words had reached her was that she spoke with a little jerk. "You don t mind my telling you that?" said Mary, raising herself. "No, no," said Katharine;... | Night And Day |
"I AM in love. There s no doubt about that.... I m tremendously in love... with Ralph." | Mary Datchet | and speaking with greater energy,<|quote|>"I AM in love. There s no doubt about that.... I m tremendously in love... with Ralph."</|quote|>The little forward shake of | Katharine," she proceeded, rousing herself and speaking with greater energy,<|quote|>"I AM in love. There s no doubt about that.... I m tremendously in love... with Ralph."</|quote|>The little forward shake of her head, which shook a | I ve always prided myself upon being reasonable," she added. "I didn t think I could have felt this I mean if the other person didn t. I was foolish. I let myself pretend." Here she paused. "For, you see, Katharine," she proceeded, rousing herself and speaking with greater energy,<|quote|>"I AM in love. There s no doub... | thought, as if she had lived fifteen years or so in the space of a few minutes. "There are some things, don t you think, that one can t be mistaken about?" Mary said, quietly and almost coldly. "That is what puzzles me about this question of being in love. I ve always prided myself upon being reasonable," she added. "I... | don t mind my telling you that?" said Mary, raising herself. "No, no," said Katharine; "but you re mistaken, aren t you?" She was, in truth, horribly uncomfortable, dismayed, indeed, disillusioned. She disliked the turn things had taken quite intensely. The indecency of it afflicted her. The suffering implied by the to... | reservations to other human beings. She flinched from the thought. It asked too much of one already stripped bare. Something she must keep of her own. But if she did keep something of her own? Immediately she figured an immured life, continuing for an immense period, the same feelings living for ever, neither dwindling... | her face. "It would be a very good plan," said Katharine in her decided way. "You think so?" "Yes, because he would do something worth while; he would write a book. My father always says that he s the most remarkable of the young men who write for him." Mary bent low over the fire and stirred the coal between the bars ... | would say so. "And now" she said. "Oh, please stay!" Mary exclaimed, putting out her hand to stop her. Directly Katharine moved she felt, inarticulately and violently, that she could not bear to let her go. If Katharine went, her only chance of speaking was lost; her only chance of saying something tremendously importa... | Night And Day |
The little forward shake of her head, which shook a lock of hair, together with her brighter color, gave her an appearance at once proud and defiant. Katharine thought to herself, | No speaker | tremendously in love... with Ralph."<|quote|>The little forward shake of her head, which shook a lock of hair, together with her brighter color, gave her an appearance at once proud and defiant. Katharine thought to herself,</|quote|>"That s how it feels | doubt about that.... I m tremendously in love... with Ralph."<|quote|>The little forward shake of her head, which shook a lock of hair, together with her brighter color, gave her an appearance at once proud and defiant. Katharine thought to herself,</|quote|>"That s how it feels then." She hesitated, with a | felt this I mean if the other person didn t. I was foolish. I let myself pretend." Here she paused. "For, you see, Katharine," she proceeded, rousing herself and speaking with greater energy, "I AM in love. There s no doubt about that.... I m tremendously in love... with Ralph."<|quote|>The little forward shake of her ... | "There are some things, don t you think, that one can t be mistaken about?" Mary said, quietly and almost coldly. "That is what puzzles me about this question of being in love. I ve always prided myself upon being reasonable," she added. "I didn t think I could have felt this I mean if the other person didn t. I was fo... | re mistaken, aren t you?" She was, in truth, horribly uncomfortable, dismayed, indeed, disillusioned. She disliked the turn things had taken quite intensely. The indecency of it afflicted her. The suffering implied by the tone appalled her. She looked at Mary furtively, with eyes that were full of apprehension. But if ... | stripped bare. Something she must keep of her own. But if she did keep something of her own? Immediately she figured an immured life, continuing for an immense period, the same feelings living for ever, neither dwindling nor changing within the ring of a thick stone wall. The imagination of this loneliness frightened h... | so?" "Yes, because he would do something worth while; he would write a book. My father always says that he s the most remarkable of the young men who write for him." Mary bent low over the fire and stirred the coal between the bars with a poker. Katharine s mention of Ralph had roused within her an almost irresistible ... | something tremendously important was lost. Half a dozen words were sufficient to wake Katharine s attention, and put flight and further silence beyond her power. But although the words came to her lips, her throat closed upon them and drove them back. After all, she considered, why should she speak? Because it is right... | Night And Day |
"That s how it feels then." | Katharine Hilbery | defiant. Katharine thought to herself,<|quote|>"That s how it feels then."</|quote|>She hesitated, with a feeling | appearance at once proud and defiant. Katharine thought to herself,<|quote|>"That s how it feels then."</|quote|>She hesitated, with a feeling that it was not for | greater energy, "I AM in love. There s no doubt about that.... I m tremendously in love... with Ralph." The little forward shake of her head, which shook a lock of hair, together with her brighter color, gave her an appearance at once proud and defiant. Katharine thought to herself,<|quote|>"That s how it feels then."<... | in love. I ve always prided myself upon being reasonable," she added. "I didn t think I could have felt this I mean if the other person didn t. I was foolish. I let myself pretend." Here she paused. "For, you see, Katharine," she proceeded, rousing herself and speaking with greater energy, "I AM in love. There s no dou... | implied by the tone appalled her. She looked at Mary furtively, with eyes that were full of apprehension. But if she had hoped to find that these words had been spoken without understanding of their meaning, she was at once disappointed. Mary lay back in her chair, frowning slightly, and looking, Katharine thought, as ... | feelings living for ever, neither dwindling nor changing within the ring of a thick stone wall. The imagination of this loneliness frightened her, and yet to speak to lose her loneliness, for it had already become dear to her, was beyond her power. Her hand went down to the hem of Katharine s skirt, and, fingering a li... | him." Mary bent low over the fire and stirred the coal between the bars with a poker. Katharine s mention of Ralph had roused within her an almost irresistible desire to explain to her the true state of the case between herself and Ralph. She knew, from the tone of her voice, that in speaking of Ralph she had no desire... | still rested upon the skirt. "It s a shabby old dress," said Katharine, and the only sign that Mary s words had reached her was that she spoke with a little jerk. "You don t mind my telling you that?" said Mary, raising herself. "No, no," said Katharine; "but you re mistaken, aren t you?" She was, in truth, horribly un... | Night And Day |
She hesitated, with a feeling that it was not for her to speak; and then said, in a low tone, | No speaker | s how it feels then."<|quote|>She hesitated, with a feeling that it was not for her to speak; and then said, in a low tone,</|quote|>"You ve got that." "Yes," | Katharine thought to herself, "That s how it feels then."<|quote|>She hesitated, with a feeling that it was not for her to speak; and then said, in a low tone,</|quote|>"You ve got that." "Yes," said Mary; "I ve got | There s no doubt about that.... I m tremendously in love... with Ralph." The little forward shake of her head, which shook a lock of hair, together with her brighter color, gave her an appearance at once proud and defiant. Katharine thought to herself, "That s how it feels then."<|quote|>She hesitated, with a feeling t... | myself upon being reasonable," she added. "I didn t think I could have felt this I mean if the other person didn t. I was foolish. I let myself pretend." Here she paused. "For, you see, Katharine," she proceeded, rousing herself and speaking with greater energy, "I AM in love. There s no doubt about that.... I m tremen... | She looked at Mary furtively, with eyes that were full of apprehension. But if she had hoped to find that these words had been spoken without understanding of their meaning, she was at once disappointed. Mary lay back in her chair, frowning slightly, and looking, Katharine thought, as if she had lived fifteen years or ... | nor changing within the ring of a thick stone wall. The imagination of this loneliness frightened her, and yet to speak to lose her loneliness, for it had already become dear to her, was beyond her power. Her hand went down to the hem of Katharine s skirt, and, fingering a line of fur, she bent her head as if to examin... | fire and stirred the coal between the bars with a poker. Katharine s mention of Ralph had roused within her an almost irresistible desire to explain to her the true state of the case between herself and Ralph. She knew, from the tone of her voice, that in speaking of Ralph she had no desire to probe Mary s secrets, or ... | for me at all. He cares for some one else." Her head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt. "It s a shabby old dress," said Katharine, and the only sign that Mary s words had reached her was that she spoke with a little jerk. "You don t mind my telling you that?" said Mary, raising herself. "No, no," ... | Night And Day |
"You ve got that." | Katharine Hilbery | said, in a low tone,<|quote|>"You ve got that."</|quote|>"Yes," said Mary; "I ve | her to speak; and then said, in a low tone,<|quote|>"You ve got that."</|quote|>"Yes," said Mary; "I ve got that. One wouldn t | which shook a lock of hair, together with her brighter color, gave her an appearance at once proud and defiant. Katharine thought to herself, "That s how it feels then." She hesitated, with a feeling that it was not for her to speak; and then said, in a low tone,<|quote|>"You ve got that."</|quote|>"Yes," said Mary; "I... | person didn t. I was foolish. I let myself pretend." Here she paused. "For, you see, Katharine," she proceeded, rousing herself and speaking with greater energy, "I AM in love. There s no doubt about that.... I m tremendously in love... with Ralph." The little forward shake of her head, which shook a lock of hair, toge... | these words had been spoken without understanding of their meaning, she was at once disappointed. Mary lay back in her chair, frowning slightly, and looking, Katharine thought, as if she had lived fifteen years or so in the space of a few minutes. "There are some things, don t you think, that one can t be mistaken abou... | speak to lose her loneliness, for it had already become dear to her, was beyond her power. Her hand went down to the hem of Katharine s skirt, and, fingering a line of fur, she bent her head as if to examine it. "I like this fur," she said, "I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralph," she... | an almost irresistible desire to explain to her the true state of the case between herself and Ralph. She knew, from the tone of her voice, that in speaking of Ralph she had no desire to probe Mary s secrets, or to insinuate any of her own. Moreover, she liked Katharine; she trusted her; she felt a respect for her. The... | to her, was beyond her power. Her hand went down to the hem of Katharine s skirt, and, fingering a line of fur, she bent her head as if to examine it. "I like this fur," she said, "I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralph," she continued, in the same tone, "because he doesn t care for me... | Night And Day |
"Yes," | Mary Datchet | tone, "You ve got that."<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>said Mary; "I ve got | then said, in a low tone, "You ve got that."<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>said Mary; "I ve got that. One wouldn t _not_ | of hair, together with her brighter color, gave her an appearance at once proud and defiant. Katharine thought to herself, "That s how it feels then." She hesitated, with a feeling that it was not for her to speak; and then said, in a low tone, "You ve got that."<|quote|>"Yes,"</|quote|>said Mary; "I ve got that. One w... | was foolish. I let myself pretend." Here she paused. "For, you see, Katharine," she proceeded, rousing herself and speaking with greater energy, "I AM in love. There s no doubt about that.... I m tremendously in love... with Ralph." The little forward shake of her head, which shook a lock of hair, together with her bri... | spoken without understanding of their meaning, she was at once disappointed. Mary lay back in her chair, frowning slightly, and looking, Katharine thought, as if she had lived fifteen years or so in the space of a few minutes. "There are some things, don t you think, that one can t be mistaken about?" Mary said, quietl... | loneliness, for it had already become dear to her, was beyond her power. Her hand went down to the hem of Katharine s skirt, and, fingering a line of fur, she bent her head as if to examine it. "I like this fur," she said, "I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralph," she continued, in the... | to explain to her the true state of the case between herself and Ralph. She knew, from the tone of her voice, that in speaking of Ralph she had no desire to probe Mary s secrets, or to insinuate any of her own. Moreover, she liked Katharine; she trusted her; she felt a respect for her. The first step of confidence was ... | implied by the tone appalled her. She looked at Mary furtively, with eyes that were full of apprehension. But if she had hoped to find that these words had been spoken without understanding of their meaning, she was at once disappointed. Mary lay back in her chair, frowning slightly, and looking, Katharine thought, as ... | Night And Day |
said Mary; | No speaker | "You ve got that." "Yes,"<|quote|>said Mary;</|quote|>"I ve got that. One | said, in a low tone, "You ve got that." "Yes,"<|quote|>said Mary;</|quote|>"I ve got that. One wouldn t _not_ be in | hair, together with her brighter color, gave her an appearance at once proud and defiant. Katharine thought to herself, "That s how it feels then." She hesitated, with a feeling that it was not for her to speak; and then said, in a low tone, "You ve got that." "Yes,"<|quote|>said Mary;</|quote|>"I ve got that. One woul... | foolish. I let myself pretend." Here she paused. "For, you see, Katharine," she proceeded, rousing herself and speaking with greater energy, "I AM in love. There s no doubt about that.... I m tremendously in love... with Ralph." The little forward shake of her head, which shook a lock of hair, together with her brighte... | without understanding of their meaning, she was at once disappointed. Mary lay back in her chair, frowning slightly, and looking, Katharine thought, as if she had lived fifteen years or so in the space of a few minutes. "There are some things, don t you think, that one can t be mistaken about?" Mary said, quietly and a... | for it had already become dear to her, was beyond her power. Her hand went down to the hem of Katharine s skirt, and, fingering a line of fur, she bent her head as if to examine it. "I like this fur," she said, "I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralph," she continued, in the same tone, ... | explain to her the true state of the case between herself and Ralph. She knew, from the tone of her voice, that in speaking of Ralph she had no desire to probe Mary s secrets, or to insinuate any of her own. Moreover, she liked Katharine; she trusted her; she felt a respect for her. The first step of confidence was com... | t you?" She was, in truth, horribly uncomfortable, dismayed, indeed, disillusioned. She disliked the turn things had taken quite intensely. The indecency of it afflicted her. The suffering implied by the tone appalled her. She looked at Mary furtively, with eyes that were full of apprehension. But if she had hoped to f... | Night And Day |
"I ve got that. One wouldn t _not_ be in love.... But I didn t mean to talk about that; I only wanted you to know. There s another thing I want to tell you..." | Mary Datchet | got that." "Yes," said Mary;<|quote|>"I ve got that. One wouldn t _not_ be in love.... But I didn t mean to talk about that; I only wanted you to know. There s another thing I want to tell you..."</|quote|>She paused. "I haven t | a low tone, "You ve got that." "Yes," said Mary;<|quote|>"I ve got that. One wouldn t _not_ be in love.... But I didn t mean to talk about that; I only wanted you to know. There s another thing I want to tell you..."</|quote|>She paused. "I haven t any authority from Ralph to | with her brighter color, gave her an appearance at once proud and defiant. Katharine thought to herself, "That s how it feels then." She hesitated, with a feeling that it was not for her to speak; and then said, in a low tone, "You ve got that." "Yes," said Mary;<|quote|>"I ve got that. One wouldn t _not_ be in love...... | let myself pretend." Here she paused. "For, you see, Katharine," she proceeded, rousing herself and speaking with greater energy, "I AM in love. There s no doubt about that.... I m tremendously in love... with Ralph." The little forward shake of her head, which shook a lock of hair, together with her brighter color, ga... | of their meaning, she was at once disappointed. Mary lay back in her chair, frowning slightly, and looking, Katharine thought, as if she had lived fifteen years or so in the space of a few minutes. "There are some things, don t you think, that one can t be mistaken about?" Mary said, quietly and almost coldly. "That is... | had already become dear to her, was beyond her power. Her hand went down to the hem of Katharine s skirt, and, fingering a line of fur, she bent her head as if to examine it. "I like this fur," she said, "I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralph," she continued, in the same tone, "becaus... | her the true state of the case between herself and Ralph. She knew, from the tone of her voice, that in speaking of Ralph she had no desire to probe Mary s secrets, or to insinuate any of her own. Moreover, she liked Katharine; she trusted her; she felt a respect for her. The first step of confidence was comparatively ... | dear to her, was beyond her power. Her hand went down to the hem of Katharine s skirt, and, fingering a line of fur, she bent her head as if to examine it. "I like this fur," she said, "I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralph," she continued, in the same tone, "because he doesn t care f... | Night And Day |
She paused. | No speaker | I want to tell you..."<|quote|>She paused.</|quote|>"I haven t any authority | know. There s another thing I want to tell you..."<|quote|>She paused.</|quote|>"I haven t any authority from Ralph to say it; | speak; and then said, in a low tone, "You ve got that." "Yes," said Mary; "I ve got that. One wouldn t _not_ be in love.... But I didn t mean to talk about that; I only wanted you to know. There s another thing I want to tell you..."<|quote|>She paused.</|quote|>"I haven t any authority from Ralph to say it; but I m su... | Ralph." The little forward shake of her head, which shook a lock of hair, together with her brighter color, gave her an appearance at once proud and defiant. Katharine thought to herself, "That s how it feels then." She hesitated, with a feeling that it was not for her to speak; and then said, in a low tone, "You ve go... | minutes. "There are some things, don t you think, that one can t be mistaken about?" Mary said, quietly and almost coldly. "That is what puzzles me about this question of being in love. I ve always prided myself upon being reasonable," she added. "I didn t think I could have felt this I mean if the other person didn t.... | it. "I like this fur," she said, "I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralph," she continued, in the same tone, "because he doesn t care for me at all. He cares for some one else." Her head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt. "It s a shabby old dress," said Katharine, ... | insinuate any of her own. Moreover, she liked Katharine; she trusted her; she felt a respect for her. The first step of confidence was comparatively simple; but a further confidence had revealed itself, as Katharine spoke, which was not so simple, and yet it impressed itself upon her as a necessity; she must tell Katha... | without reservations to other human beings. She flinched from the thought. It asked too much of one already stripped bare. Something she must keep of her own. But if she did keep something of her own? Immediately she figured an immured life, continuing for an immense period, the same feelings living for ever, neither d... | Night And Day |
"I haven t any authority from Ralph to say it; but I m sure of this he s in love with you." | Mary Datchet | to tell you..." She paused.<|quote|>"I haven t any authority from Ralph to say it; but I m sure of this he s in love with you."</|quote|>Katharine looked at her again, | s another thing I want to tell you..." She paused.<|quote|>"I haven t any authority from Ralph to say it; but I m sure of this he s in love with you."</|quote|>Katharine looked at her again, as if her first glance | then said, in a low tone, "You ve got that." "Yes," said Mary; "I ve got that. One wouldn t _not_ be in love.... But I didn t mean to talk about that; I only wanted you to know. There s another thing I want to tell you..." She paused.<|quote|>"I haven t any authority from Ralph to say it; but I m sure of this he s in l... | little forward shake of her head, which shook a lock of hair, together with her brighter color, gave her an appearance at once proud and defiant. Katharine thought to herself, "That s how it feels then." She hesitated, with a feeling that it was not for her to speak; and then said, in a low tone, "You ve got that." "Ye... | are some things, don t you think, that one can t be mistaken about?" Mary said, quietly and almost coldly. "That is what puzzles me about this question of being in love. I ve always prided myself upon being reasonable," she added. "I didn t think I could have felt this I mean if the other person didn t. I was foolish. ... | like this fur," she said, "I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralph," she continued, in the same tone, "because he doesn t care for me at all. He cares for some one else." Her head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt. "It s a shabby old dress," said Katharine, and the... | of her own. Moreover, she liked Katharine; she trusted her; she felt a respect for her. The first step of confidence was comparatively simple; but a further confidence had revealed itself, as Katharine spoke, which was not so simple, and yet it impressed itself upon her as a necessity; she must tell Katharine what it w... | wake Katharine s attention, and put flight and further silence beyond her power. But although the words came to her lips, her throat closed upon them and drove them back. After all, she considered, why should she speak? Because it is right, her instinct told her; right to expose oneself without reservations to other hu... | Night And Day |
Katharine looked at her again, as if her first glance must have been deluded, for, surely, there must be some outward sign that Mary was talking in an excited, or bewildered, or fantastic manner. No; she still frowned, as if she sought her way through the clauses of a difficult argument, but she still looked more like ... | No speaker | s in love with you."<|quote|>Katharine looked at her again, as if her first glance must have been deluded, for, surely, there must be some outward sign that Mary was talking in an excited, or bewildered, or fantastic manner. No; she still frowned, as if she sought her way through the clauses of a difficult argument, bu... | m sure of this he s in love with you."<|quote|>Katharine looked at her again, as if her first glance must have been deluded, for, surely, there must be some outward sign that Mary was talking in an excited, or bewildered, or fantastic manner. No; she still frowned, as if she sought her way through the clauses of a diff... | in love.... But I didn t mean to talk about that; I only wanted you to know. There s another thing I want to tell you..." She paused. "I haven t any authority from Ralph to say it; but I m sure of this he s in love with you."<|quote|>Katharine looked at her again, as if her first glance must have been deluded, for, sur... | once proud and defiant. Katharine thought to herself, "That s how it feels then." She hesitated, with a feeling that it was not for her to speak; and then said, in a low tone, "You ve got that." "Yes," said Mary; "I ve got that. One wouldn t _not_ be in love.... But I didn t mean to talk about that; I only wanted you t... | what puzzles me about this question of being in love. I ve always prided myself upon being reasonable," she added. "I didn t think I could have felt this I mean if the other person didn t. I was foolish. I let myself pretend." Here she paused. "For, you see, Katharine," she proceeded, rousing herself and speaking with ... | continued, in the same tone, "because he doesn t care for me at all. He cares for some one else." Her head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt. "It s a shabby old dress," said Katharine, and the only sign that Mary s words had reached her was that she spoke with a little jerk. "You don t mind my tel... | comparatively simple; but a further confidence had revealed itself, as Katharine spoke, which was not so simple, and yet it impressed itself upon her as a necessity; she must tell Katharine what it was clear that she had no conception of she must tell Katharine that Ralph was in love with her. "I don t know what he mea... | taken quite intensely. The indecency of it afflicted her. The suffering implied by the tone appalled her. She looked at Mary furtively, with eyes that were full of apprehension. But if she had hoped to find that these words had been spoken without understanding of their meaning, she was at once disappointed. Mary lay b... | Night And Day |
"That proves that you re mistaken utterly mistaken," | Katharine Hilbery | reasons than one who feels.<|quote|>"That proves that you re mistaken utterly mistaken,"</|quote|>said Katharine, speaking reasonably, too. | looked more like one who reasons than one who feels.<|quote|>"That proves that you re mistaken utterly mistaken,"</|quote|>said Katharine, speaking reasonably, too. She had no need to | for, surely, there must be some outward sign that Mary was talking in an excited, or bewildered, or fantastic manner. No; she still frowned, as if she sought her way through the clauses of a difficult argument, but she still looked more like one who reasons than one who feels.<|quote|>"That proves that you re mistaken ... | you to know. There s another thing I want to tell you..." She paused. "I haven t any authority from Ralph to say it; but I m sure of this he s in love with you." Katharine looked at her again, as if her first glance must have been deluded, for, surely, there must be some outward sign that Mary was talking in an excited... | There s no doubt about that.... I m tremendously in love... with Ralph." The little forward shake of her head, which shook a lock of hair, together with her brighter color, gave her an appearance at once proud and defiant. Katharine thought to herself, "That s how it feels then." She hesitated, with a feeling that it w... | telling you that?" said Mary, raising herself. "No, no," said Katharine; "but you re mistaken, aren t you?" She was, in truth, horribly uncomfortable, dismayed, indeed, disillusioned. She disliked the turn things had taken quite intensely. The indecency of it afflicted her. The suffering implied by the tone appalled he... | seeking time against the pressure of her own conviction. "I ve not seen him since Christmas." Katharine reflected that this was odd; perhaps, after all, she had misunderstood the position. She was in the habit of assuming, however, that she was rather unobservant of the finer shades of feeling, and she noted her presen... | going to marry Ralph," she continued, in the same tone, "because he doesn t care for me at all. He cares for some one else." Her head remained bent, and her hand still rested upon the skirt. "It s a shabby old dress," said Katharine, and the only sign that Mary s words had reached her was that she spoke with a little j... | Night And Day |
said Katharine, speaking reasonably, too. She had no need to verify the mistake by a glance at her own recollections, when the fact was so clearly stamped upon her mind that if Ralph had any feeling towards her it was one of critical hostility. She did not give the matter another thought, and Mary, now that she had sta... | No speaker | you re mistaken utterly mistaken,"<|quote|>said Katharine, speaking reasonably, too. She had no need to verify the mistake by a glance at her own recollections, when the fact was so clearly stamped upon her mind that if Ralph had any feeling towards her it was one of critical hostility. She did not give the matter anot... | who feels. "That proves that you re mistaken utterly mistaken,"<|quote|>said Katharine, speaking reasonably, too. She had no need to verify the mistake by a glance at her own recollections, when the fact was so clearly stamped upon her mind that if Ralph had any feeling towards her it was one of critical hostility. She... | that Mary was talking in an excited, or bewildered, or fantastic manner. No; she still frowned, as if she sought her way through the clauses of a difficult argument, but she still looked more like one who reasons than one who feels. "That proves that you re mistaken utterly mistaken,"<|quote|>said Katharine, speaking r... | want to tell you..." She paused. "I haven t any authority from Ralph to say it; but I m sure of this he s in love with you." Katharine looked at her again, as if her first glance must have been deluded, for, surely, there must be some outward sign that Mary was talking in an excited, or bewildered, or fantastic manner.... | tremendously in love... with Ralph." The little forward shake of her head, which shook a lock of hair, together with her brighter color, gave her an appearance at once proud and defiant. Katharine thought to herself, "That s how it feels then." She hesitated, with a feeling that it was not for her to speak; and then sa... | no," said Katharine; "but you re mistaken, aren t you?" She was, in truth, horribly uncomfortable, dismayed, indeed, disillusioned. She disliked the turn things had taken quite intensely. The indecency of it afflicted her. The suffering implied by the tone appalled her. She looked at Mary furtively, with eyes that were... | conviction. "I ve not seen him since Christmas." Katharine reflected that this was odd; perhaps, after all, she had misunderstood the position. She was in the habit of assuming, however, that she was rather unobservant of the finer shades of feeling, and she noted her present failure as another proof that she was a pra... | t you think, that one can t be mistaken about?" Mary said, quietly and almost coldly. "That is what puzzles me about this question of being in love. I ve always prided myself upon being reasonable," she added. "I didn t think I could have felt this I mean if the other person didn t. I was foolish. I let myself pretend.... | Night And Day |
"I ve told you," | Mary Datchet | a wave beyond her reckoning.<|quote|>"I ve told you,"</|quote|>she said, "because I want | swept on the breast of a wave beyond her reckoning.<|quote|>"I ve told you,"</|quote|>she said, "because I want you to help me. I | did not seek to prove it, but tried to explain to herself, rather than to Katharine, her motives in making the statement. She had nerved herself to do what some large and imperious instinct demanded her doing; she had been swept on the breast of a wave beyond her reckoning.<|quote|>"I ve told you,"</|quote|>she said, "... | the mistake by a glance at her own recollections, when the fact was so clearly stamped upon her mind that if Ralph had any feeling towards her it was one of critical hostility. She did not give the matter another thought, and Mary, now that she had stated the fact, did not seek to prove it, but tried to explain to hers... | from Ralph to say it; but I m sure of this he s in love with you." Katharine looked at her again, as if her first glance must have been deluded, for, surely, there must be some outward sign that Mary was talking in an excited, or bewildered, or fantastic manner. No; she still frowned, as if she sought her way through t... | you think, that one can t be mistaken about?" Mary said, quietly and almost coldly. "That is what puzzles me about this question of being in love. I ve always prided myself upon being reasonable," she added. "I didn t think I could have felt this I mean if the other person didn t. I was foolish. I let myself pretend." ... | Katharine went, her only chance of speaking was lost; her only chance of saying something tremendously important was lost. Half a dozen words were sufficient to wake Katharine s attention, and put flight and further silence beyond her power. But although the words came to her lips, her throat closed upon them and drove... | She paused. "I haven t any authority from Ralph to say it; but I m sure of this he s in love with you." Katharine looked at her again, as if her first glance must have been deluded, for, surely, there must be some outward sign that Mary was talking in an excited, or bewildered, or fantastic manner. No; she still frowne... | Night And Day |
she said, | No speaker | reckoning. "I ve told you,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"because I want you to | of a wave beyond her reckoning. "I ve told you,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"because I want you to help me. I don t | prove it, but tried to explain to herself, rather than to Katharine, her motives in making the statement. She had nerved herself to do what some large and imperious instinct demanded her doing; she had been swept on the breast of a wave beyond her reckoning. "I ve told you,"<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>"because I want y... | glance at her own recollections, when the fact was so clearly stamped upon her mind that if Ralph had any feeling towards her it was one of critical hostility. She did not give the matter another thought, and Mary, now that she had stated the fact, did not seek to prove it, but tried to explain to herself, rather than ... | it; but I m sure of this he s in love with you." Katharine looked at her again, as if her first glance must have been deluded, for, surely, there must be some outward sign that Mary was talking in an excited, or bewildered, or fantastic manner. No; she still frowned, as if she sought her way through the clauses of a di... | can t be mistaken about?" Mary said, quietly and almost coldly. "That is what puzzles me about this question of being in love. I ve always prided myself upon being reasonable," she added. "I didn t think I could have felt this I mean if the other person didn t. I was foolish. I let myself pretend." Here she paused. "Fo... | chance of speaking was lost; her only chance of saying something tremendously important was lost. Half a dozen words were sufficient to wake Katharine s attention, and put flight and further silence beyond her power. But although the words came to her lips, her throat closed upon them and drove them back. After all, sh... | defiant. Katharine thought to herself, "That s how it feels then." She hesitated, with a feeling that it was not for her to speak; and then said, in a low tone, "You ve got that." "Yes," said Mary; "I ve got that. One wouldn t _not_ be in love.... But I didn t mean to talk about that; I only wanted you to know. There s... | Night And Day |
"because I want you to help me. I don t want to be jealous of you. And I am I m fearfully jealous. The only way, I thought, was to tell you." | Mary Datchet | ve told you," she said,<|quote|>"because I want you to help me. I don t want to be jealous of you. And I am I m fearfully jealous. The only way, I thought, was to tell you."</|quote|>She hesitated, and groped in | wave beyond her reckoning. "I ve told you," she said,<|quote|>"because I want you to help me. I don t want to be jealous of you. And I am I m fearfully jealous. The only way, I thought, was to tell you."</|quote|>She hesitated, and groped in her endeavor to make her | but tried to explain to herself, rather than to Katharine, her motives in making the statement. She had nerved herself to do what some large and imperious instinct demanded her doing; she had been swept on the breast of a wave beyond her reckoning. "I ve told you," she said,<|quote|>"because I want you to help me. I do... | her own recollections, when the fact was so clearly stamped upon her mind that if Ralph had any feeling towards her it was one of critical hostility. She did not give the matter another thought, and Mary, now that she had stated the fact, did not seek to prove it, but tried to explain to herself, rather than to Kathari... | I m sure of this he s in love with you." Katharine looked at her again, as if her first glance must have been deluded, for, surely, there must be some outward sign that Mary was talking in an excited, or bewildered, or fantastic manner. No; she still frowned, as if she sought her way through the clauses of a difficult ... | be mistaken about?" Mary said, quietly and almost coldly. "That is what puzzles me about this question of being in love. I ve always prided myself upon being reasonable," she added. "I didn t think I could have felt this I mean if the other person didn t. I was foolish. I let myself pretend." Here she paused. "For, you... | speaking was lost; her only chance of saying something tremendously important was lost. Half a dozen words were sufficient to wake Katharine s attention, and put flight and further silence beyond her power. But although the words came to her lips, her throat closed upon them and drove them back. After all, she consider... | in the space of a few minutes. "There are some things, don t you think, that one can t be mistaken about?" Mary said, quietly and almost coldly. "That is what puzzles me about this question of being in love. I ve always prided myself upon being reasonable," she added. "I didn t think I could have felt this I mean if th... | Night And Day |
She hesitated, and groped in her endeavor to make her feelings clear to herself. | No speaker | thought, was to tell you."<|quote|>She hesitated, and groped in her endeavor to make her feelings clear to herself.</|quote|>"If I tell you, then | jealous. The only way, I thought, was to tell you."<|quote|>She hesitated, and groped in her endeavor to make her feelings clear to herself.</|quote|>"If I tell you, then we can talk; and when | had been swept on the breast of a wave beyond her reckoning. "I ve told you," she said, "because I want you to help me. I don t want to be jealous of you. And I am I m fearfully jealous. The only way, I thought, was to tell you."<|quote|>She hesitated, and groped in her endeavor to make her feelings clear to herself.</... | matter another thought, and Mary, now that she had stated the fact, did not seek to prove it, but tried to explain to herself, rather than to Katharine, her motives in making the statement. She had nerved herself to do what some large and imperious instinct demanded her doing; she had been swept on the breast of a wave... | sign that Mary was talking in an excited, or bewildered, or fantastic manner. No; she still frowned, as if she sought her way through the clauses of a difficult argument, but she still looked more like one who reasons than one who feels. "That proves that you re mistaken utterly mistaken," said Katharine, speaking reas... | didn t think I could have felt this I mean if the other person didn t. I was foolish. I let myself pretend." Here she paused. "For, you see, Katharine," she proceeded, rousing herself and speaking with greater energy, "I AM in love. There s no doubt about that.... I m tremendously in love... with Ralph." The little for... | power. But although the words came to her lips, her throat closed upon them and drove them back. After all, she considered, why should she speak? Because it is right, her instinct told her; right to expose oneself without reservations to other human beings. She flinched from the thought. It asked too much of one alread... | "I didn t think I could have felt this I mean if the other person didn t. I was foolish. I let myself pretend." Here she paused. "For, you see, Katharine," she proceeded, rousing herself and speaking with greater energy, "I AM in love. There s no doubt about that.... I m tremendously in love... with Ralph." The little ... | Night And Day |
"If I tell you, then we can talk; and when I m jealous, I can tell you. And if I m tempted to do something frightfully mean, I can tell you; you could make me tell you. I find talking so difficult; but loneliness frightens me. I should shut it up in my mind. Yes, that s what I m afraid of. Going about with something in... | Mary Datchet | her feelings clear to herself.<|quote|>"If I tell you, then we can talk; and when I m jealous, I can tell you. And if I m tempted to do something frightfully mean, I can tell you; you could make me tell you. I find talking so difficult; but loneliness frightens me. I should shut it up in my mind. Yes, that s what I m a... | in her endeavor to make her feelings clear to herself.<|quote|>"If I tell you, then we can talk; and when I m jealous, I can tell you. And if I m tempted to do something frightfully mean, I can tell you; you could make me tell you. I find talking so difficult; but loneliness frightens me. I should shut it up in my mind... | told you," she said, "because I want you to help me. I don t want to be jealous of you. And I am I m fearfully jealous. The only way, I thought, was to tell you." She hesitated, and groped in her endeavor to make her feelings clear to herself.<|quote|>"If I tell you, then we can talk; and when I m jealous, I can tell y... | seek to prove it, but tried to explain to herself, rather than to Katharine, her motives in making the statement. She had nerved herself to do what some large and imperious instinct demanded her doing; she had been swept on the breast of a wave beyond her reckoning. "I ve told you," she said, "because I want you to hel... | she still frowned, as if she sought her way through the clauses of a difficult argument, but she still looked more like one who reasons than one who feels. "That proves that you re mistaken utterly mistaken," said Katharine, speaking reasonably, too. She had no need to verify the mistake by a glance at her own recollec... | didn t. I was foolish. I let myself pretend." Here she paused. "For, you see, Katharine," she proceeded, rousing herself and speaking with greater energy, "I AM in love. There s no doubt about that.... I m tremendously in love... with Ralph." The little forward shake of her head, which shook a lock of hair, together wi... | and drove them back. After all, she considered, why should she speak? Because it is right, her instinct told her; right to expose oneself without reservations to other human beings. She flinched from the thought. It asked too much of one already stripped bare. Something she must keep of her own. But if she did keep som... | the other person didn t. I was foolish. I let myself pretend." Here she paused. "For, you see, Katharine," she proceeded, rousing herself and speaking with greater energy, "I AM in love. There s no doubt about that.... I m tremendously in love... with Ralph." The little forward shake of her head, which shook a lock of ... | Night And Day |
"Ralph Denham said that?" | Katharine Hilbery | I mean, as judging people"<|quote|>"Ralph Denham said that?"</|quote|>said Katharine, with considerable indignation. | and wrong; no such thing, I mean, as judging people"<|quote|>"Ralph Denham said that?"</|quote|>said Katharine, with considerable indignation. In order to have produced | never changes. I find it so difficult to change. When I think a thing s wrong I never stop thinking it wrong, and Ralph was quite right, I see, when he said that there s no such thing as right and wrong; no such thing, I mean, as judging people"<|quote|>"Ralph Denham said that?"</|quote|>said Katharine, with considerab... | do something frightfully mean, I can tell you; you could make me tell you. I find talking so difficult; but loneliness frightens me. I should shut it up in my mind. Yes, that s what I m afraid of. Going about with something in my mind all my life that never changes. I find it so difficult to change. When I think a thin... | herself to do what some large and imperious instinct demanded her doing; she had been swept on the breast of a wave beyond her reckoning. "I ve told you," she said, "because I want you to help me. I don t want to be jealous of you. And I am I m fearfully jealous. The only way, I thought, was to tell you." She hesitated... | talk about that; I only wanted you to know. There s another thing I want to tell you..." She paused. "I haven t any authority from Ralph to say it; but I m sure of this he s in love with you." Katharine looked at her again, as if her first glance must have been deluded, for, surely, there must be some outward sign that... | of Katharine s skirt, and, fingering a line of fur, she bent her head as if to examine it. "I like this fur," she said, "I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralph," she continued, in the same tone, "because he doesn t care for me at all. He cares for some one else." Her head remained bent... | was so clearly stamped upon her mind that if Ralph had any feeling towards her it was one of critical hostility. She did not give the matter another thought, and Mary, now that she had stated the fact, did not seek to prove it, but tried to explain to herself, rather than to Katharine, her motives in making the stateme... | Night And Day |
said Katharine, with considerable indignation. In order to have produced such suffering in Mary, it seemed to her that he must have behaved with extreme callousness. It seemed to her that he had discarded the friendship, when it suited his convenience to do so, with some falsely philosophical theory which made his cond... | No speaker | people" "Ralph Denham said that?"<|quote|>said Katharine, with considerable indignation. In order to have produced such suffering in Mary, it seemed to her that he must have behaved with extreme callousness. It seemed to her that he had discarded the friendship, when it suited his convenience to do so, with some falsel... | thing, I mean, as judging people" "Ralph Denham said that?"<|quote|>said Katharine, with considerable indignation. In order to have produced such suffering in Mary, it seemed to her that he must have behaved with extreme callousness. It seemed to her that he had discarded the friendship, when it suited his convenience ... | it so difficult to change. When I think a thing s wrong I never stop thinking it wrong, and Ralph was quite right, I see, when he said that there s no such thing as right and wrong; no such thing, I mean, as judging people" "Ralph Denham said that?"<|quote|>said Katharine, with considerable indignation. In order to hav... | I can tell you; you could make me tell you. I find talking so difficult; but loneliness frightens me. I should shut it up in my mind. Yes, that s what I m afraid of. Going about with something in my mind all my life that never changes. I find it so difficult to change. When I think a thing s wrong I never stop thinking... | some large and imperious instinct demanded her doing; she had been swept on the breast of a wave beyond her reckoning. "I ve told you," she said, "because I want you to help me. I don t want to be jealous of you. And I am I m fearfully jealous. The only way, I thought, was to tell you." She hesitated, and groped in her... | only wanted you to know. There s another thing I want to tell you..." She paused. "I haven t any authority from Ralph to say it; but I m sure of this he s in love with you." Katharine looked at her again, as if her first glance must have been deluded, for, surely, there must be some outward sign that Mary was talking i... | and, fingering a line of fur, she bent her head as if to examine it. "I like this fur," she said, "I like your clothes. And you mustn t think that I m going to marry Ralph," she continued, in the same tone, "because he doesn t care for me at all. He cares for some one else." Her head remained bent, and her hand still r... | if the other person didn t. I was foolish. I let myself pretend." Here she paused. "For, you see, Katharine," she proceeded, rousing herself and speaking with greater energy, "I AM in love. There s no doubt about that.... I m tremendously in love... with Ralph." The little forward shake of her head, which shook a lock ... | Night And Day |
"No, no," | Mary Datchet | Mary at once interrupted her.<|quote|>"No, no,"</|quote|>she said; "you don t | express herself thus, had not Mary at once interrupted her.<|quote|>"No, no,"</|quote|>she said; "you don t understand. If there s any | have behaved with extreme callousness. It seemed to her that he had discarded the friendship, when it suited his convenience to do so, with some falsely philosophical theory which made his conduct all the worse. She was going on to express herself thus, had not Mary at once interrupted her.<|quote|>"No, no,"</|quote|>s... | quite right, I see, when he said that there s no such thing as right and wrong; no such thing, I mean, as judging people" "Ralph Denham said that?" said Katharine, with considerable indignation. In order to have produced such suffering in Mary, it seemed to her that he must have behaved with extreme callousness. It see... | to herself. "If I tell you, then we can talk; and when I m jealous, I can tell you. And if I m tempted to do something frightfully mean, I can tell you; you could make me tell you. I find talking so difficult; but loneliness frightens me. I should shut it up in my mind. Yes, that s what I m afraid of. Going about with ... | manner. No; she still frowned, as if she sought her way through the clauses of a difficult argument, but she still looked more like one who reasons than one who feels. "That proves that you re mistaken utterly mistaken," said Katharine, speaking reasonably, too. She had no need to verify the mistake by a glance at her ... | s a shabby old dress," said Katharine, and the only sign that Mary s words had reached her was that she spoke with a little jerk. "You don t mind my telling you that?" said Mary, raising herself. "No, no," said Katharine; "but you re mistaken, aren t you?" She was, in truth, horribly uncomfortable, dismayed, indeed, di... | sure of this he s in love with you." Katharine looked at her again, as if her first glance must have been deluded, for, surely, there must be some outward sign that Mary was talking in an excited, or bewildered, or fantastic manner. No; she still frowned, as if she sought her way through the clauses of a difficult argu... | Night And Day |
she said; | No speaker | once interrupted her. "No, no,"<|quote|>she said;</|quote|>"you don t understand. If | thus, had not Mary at once interrupted her. "No, no,"<|quote|>she said;</|quote|>"you don t understand. If there s any fault it | with extreme callousness. It seemed to her that he had discarded the friendship, when it suited his convenience to do so, with some falsely philosophical theory which made his conduct all the worse. She was going on to express herself thus, had not Mary at once interrupted her. "No, no,"<|quote|>she said;</|quote|>"you... | I see, when he said that there s no such thing as right and wrong; no such thing, I mean, as judging people" "Ralph Denham said that?" said Katharine, with considerable indignation. In order to have produced such suffering in Mary, it seemed to her that he must have behaved with extreme callousness. It seemed to her th... | "If I tell you, then we can talk; and when I m jealous, I can tell you. And if I m tempted to do something frightfully mean, I can tell you; you could make me tell you. I find talking so difficult; but loneliness frightens me. I should shut it up in my mind. Yes, that s what I m afraid of. Going about with something in... | she still frowned, as if she sought her way through the clauses of a difficult argument, but she still looked more like one who reasons than one who feels. "That proves that you re mistaken utterly mistaken," said Katharine, speaking reasonably, too. She had no need to verify the mistake by a glance at her own recollec... | shabby old dress," said Katharine, and the only sign that Mary s words had reached her was that she spoke with a little jerk. "You don t mind my telling you that?" said Mary, raising herself. "No, no," said Katharine; "but you re mistaken, aren t you?" She was, in truth, horribly uncomfortable, dismayed, indeed, disill... | She paused. "I haven t any authority from Ralph to say it; but I m sure of this he s in love with you." Katharine looked at her again, as if her first glance must have been deluded, for, surely, there must be some outward sign that Mary was talking in an excited, or bewildered, or fantastic manner. No; she still frowne... | Night And Day |
"you don t understand. If there s any fault it s mine entirely; after all, if one chooses to run risks" | Mary Datchet | her. "No, no," she said;<|quote|>"you don t understand. If there s any fault it s mine entirely; after all, if one chooses to run risks"</|quote|>Her voice faltered into silence. | not Mary at once interrupted her. "No, no," she said;<|quote|>"you don t understand. If there s any fault it s mine entirely; after all, if one chooses to run risks"</|quote|>Her voice faltered into silence. It was borne in upon | callousness. It seemed to her that he had discarded the friendship, when it suited his convenience to do so, with some falsely philosophical theory which made his conduct all the worse. She was going on to express herself thus, had not Mary at once interrupted her. "No, no," she said;<|quote|>"you don t understand. If ... | when he said that there s no such thing as right and wrong; no such thing, I mean, as judging people" "Ralph Denham said that?" said Katharine, with considerable indignation. In order to have produced such suffering in Mary, it seemed to her that he must have behaved with extreme callousness. It seemed to her that he h... | tell you, then we can talk; and when I m jealous, I can tell you. And if I m tempted to do something frightfully mean, I can tell you; you could make me tell you. I find talking so difficult; but loneliness frightens me. I should shut it up in my mind. Yes, that s what I m afraid of. Going about with something in my mi... | frowned, as if she sought her way through the clauses of a difficult argument, but she still looked more like one who reasons than one who feels. "That proves that you re mistaken utterly mistaken," said Katharine, speaking reasonably, too. She had no need to verify the mistake by a glance at her own recollections, whe... | dress," said Katharine, and the only sign that Mary s words had reached her was that she spoke with a little jerk. "You don t mind my telling you that?" said Mary, raising herself. "No, no," said Katharine; "but you re mistaken, aren t you?" She was, in truth, horribly uncomfortable, dismayed, indeed, disillusioned. Sh... | Mary was talking in an excited, or bewildered, or fantastic manner. No; she still frowned, as if she sought her way through the clauses of a difficult argument, but she still looked more like one who reasons than one who feels. "That proves that you re mistaken utterly mistaken," said Katharine, speaking reasonably, to... | Night And Day |
Her voice faltered into silence. It was borne in upon her how completely in running her risk she had lost her prize, lost it so entirely that she had no longer the right, in talking of Ralph, to presume that her knowledge of him supplanted all other knowledge. She no longer completely possessed her love, since his shar... | No speaker | one chooses to run risks"<|quote|>Her voice faltered into silence. It was borne in upon her how completely in running her risk she had lost her prize, lost it so entirely that she had no longer the right, in talking of Ralph, to presume that her knowledge of him supplanted all other knowledge. She no longer completely ... | mine entirely; after all, if one chooses to run risks"<|quote|>Her voice faltered into silence. It was borne in upon her how completely in running her risk she had lost her prize, lost it so entirely that she had no longer the right, in talking of Ralph, to presume that her knowledge of him supplanted all other knowled... | falsely philosophical theory which made his conduct all the worse. She was going on to express herself thus, had not Mary at once interrupted her. "No, no," she said; "you don t understand. If there s any fault it s mine entirely; after all, if one chooses to run risks"<|quote|>Her voice faltered into silence. It was b... | "Ralph Denham said that?" said Katharine, with considerable indignation. In order to have produced such suffering in Mary, it seemed to her that he must have behaved with extreme callousness. It seemed to her that he had discarded the friendship, when it suited his convenience to do so, with some falsely philosophical ... | do something frightfully mean, I can tell you; you could make me tell you. I find talking so difficult; but loneliness frightens me. I should shut it up in my mind. Yes, that s what I m afraid of. Going about with something in my mind all my life that never changes. I find it so difficult to change. When I think a thin... | who reasons than one who feels. "That proves that you re mistaken utterly mistaken," said Katharine, speaking reasonably, too. She had no need to verify the mistake by a glance at her own recollections, when the fact was so clearly stamped upon her mind that if Ralph had any feeling towards her it was one of critical h... | jerk. "You don t mind my telling you that?" said Mary, raising herself. "No, no," said Katharine; "but you re mistaken, aren t you?" She was, in truth, horribly uncomfortable, dismayed, indeed, disillusioned. She disliked the turn things had taken quite intensely. The indecency of it afflicted her. The suffering implie... | I m sure of this he s in love with you." Katharine looked at her again, as if her first glance must have been deluded, for, surely, there must be some outward sign that Mary was talking in an excited, or bewildered, or fantastic manner. No; she still frowned, as if she sought her way through the clauses of a difficult ... | Night And Day |
"She sat up straight and looked at me, and then she said, I m in love," | Katharine Hilbery | one spoke; such was love.<|quote|>"She sat up straight and looked at me, and then she said, I m in love,"</|quote|>Katharine mused, trying to set | insignificance. Thus one looked; thus one spoke; such was love.<|quote|>"She sat up straight and looked at me, and then she said, I m in love,"</|quote|>Katharine mused, trying to set the whole scene in motion. | she not wished the open air to fan into flame the glow kindled by Mary s words. For among all the impressions of the evening s talk one was of the nature of a revelation and subdued the rest to insignificance. Thus one looked; thus one spoke; such was love.<|quote|>"She sat up straight and looked at me, and then she sa... | of the old dress. CHAPTER XXII The fact that she would be late in keeping her engagement with William was not the only reason which sent Katharine almost at racing speed along the Strand in the direction of his rooms. Punctuality might have been achieved by taking a cab, had she not wished the open air to fan into flam... | silently, and sat once more by Katharine s side. Mary had no wish to speak. In the silence she seemed to have lost her isolation; she was at once the sufferer and the pitiful spectator of suffering; she was happier than she had ever been; she was more bereft; she was rejected, and she was immensely beloved. Attempt to ... | in the fact that she had been led to this act of treachery against herself. Trapped, cheated, robbed, first by Ralph and then by Katharine, she seemed all dissolved in humiliation, and bereft of anything she could call her own. Tears of weakness welled up and rolled down her cheeks. But tears, at least, she could contr... | me. I don t want to be jealous of you. And I am I m fearfully jealous. The only way, I thought, was to tell you." She hesitated, and groped in her endeavor to make her feelings clear to herself. "If I tell you, then we can talk; and when I m jealous, I can tell you. And if I m tempted to do something frightfully mean, ... | conduct all the worse. She was going on to express herself thus, had not Mary at once interrupted her. "No, no," she said; "you don t understand. If there s any fault it s mine entirely; after all, if one chooses to run risks" Her voice faltered into silence. It was borne in upon her how completely in running her risk ... | Night And Day |
Katharine mused, trying to set the whole scene in motion. It was a scene to dwell on with so much wonder that not a grain of pity occurred to her; it was a flame blazing suddenly in the dark; by its light Katharine perceived far too vividly for her comfort the mediocrity, indeed the entirely fictitious character of her... | No speaker | said, I m in love,"<|quote|>Katharine mused, trying to set the whole scene in motion. It was a scene to dwell on with so much wonder that not a grain of pity occurred to her; it was a flame blazing suddenly in the dark; by its light Katharine perceived far too vividly for her comfort the mediocrity, indeed the entirely... | at me, and then she said, I m in love,"<|quote|>Katharine mused, trying to set the whole scene in motion. It was a scene to dwell on with so much wonder that not a grain of pity occurred to her; it was a flame blazing suddenly in the dark; by its light Katharine perceived far too vividly for her comfort the mediocrity,... | words. For among all the impressions of the evening s talk one was of the nature of a revelation and subdued the rest to insignificance. Thus one looked; thus one spoke; such was love. "She sat up straight and looked at me, and then she said, I m in love,"<|quote|>Katharine mused, trying to set the whole scene in motio... | engagement with William was not the only reason which sent Katharine almost at racing speed along the Strand in the direction of his rooms. Punctuality might have been achieved by taking a cab, had she not wished the open air to fan into flame the glow kindled by Mary s words. For among all the impressions of the eveni... | the silence she seemed to have lost her isolation; she was at once the sufferer and the pitiful spectator of suffering; she was happier than she had ever been; she was more bereft; she was rejected, and she was immensely beloved. Attempt to express these sensations was vain, and, moreover, she could not help believing ... | cheated, robbed, first by Ralph and then by Katharine, she seemed all dissolved in humiliation, and bereft of anything she could call her own. Tears of weakness welled up and rolled down her cheeks. But tears, at least, she could control, and would this instant, and then, turning, she would face Katharine, and retrieve... | jealous. The only way, I thought, was to tell you." She hesitated, and groped in her endeavor to make her feelings clear to herself. "If I tell you, then we can talk; and when I m jealous, I can tell you. And if I m tempted to do something frightfully mean, I can tell you; you could make me tell you. I find talking so ... | would sit, leaning forward, looking rather fixedly in front of him, while his mind went far away, exploring, speculating, until he broke off with his, "Well, Mary?" and the silence, that had been so full of romance to her, gave way to the most delightful talk that she had ever known. Something unfamiliar in the pose of... | Night And Day |
"It s all so simple," | Katharine Hilbery | utter bewilderment in a fog.<|quote|>"It s all so simple,"</|quote|>she said to herself. "There | and turned and succumbed to utter bewilderment in a fog.<|quote|>"It s all so simple,"</|quote|>she said to herself. "There can t be any doubt. | gained, and cast her mind in amazement back to the scene upon the heath, when she had yielded, heaven knows why, for reasons which seemed now imperceptible. So in broad daylight one might revisit the place where one has groped and turned and succumbed to utter bewilderment in a fog.<|quote|>"It s all so simple,"</|quot... | blazing suddenly in the dark; by its light Katharine perceived far too vividly for her comfort the mediocrity, indeed the entirely fictitious character of her own feelings so far as they pretended to correspond with Mary s feelings. She made up her mind to act instantly upon the knowledge thus gained, and cast her mind... | she not wished the open air to fan into flame the glow kindled by Mary s words. For among all the impressions of the evening s talk one was of the nature of a revelation and subdued the rest to insignificance. Thus one looked; thus one spoke; such was love. "She sat up straight and looked at me, and then she said, I m ... | way to the most delightful talk that she had ever known. Something unfamiliar in the pose of the silent figure, something still, solemn, significant about it, made her hold her breath. She paused. Her thoughts were without bitterness. She was surprised by her own quiet and confidence. She came back silently, and sat on... | thing as right and wrong; no such thing, I mean, as judging people" "Ralph Denham said that?" said Katharine, with considerable indignation. In order to have produced such suffering in Mary, it seemed to her that he must have behaved with extreme callousness. It seemed to her that he had discarded the friendship, when ... | she was more bereft; she was rejected, and she was immensely beloved. Attempt to express these sensations was vain, and, moreover, she could not help believing that, without any words on her side, they were shared. Thus for some time longer they sat silent, side by side, while Mary fingered the fur on the skirt of the ... | Night And Day |
she said to herself. | No speaker | "It s all so simple,"<|quote|>she said to herself.</|quote|>"There can t be any | utter bewilderment in a fog. "It s all so simple,"<|quote|>she said to herself.</|quote|>"There can t be any doubt. I ve only got | in amazement back to the scene upon the heath, when she had yielded, heaven knows why, for reasons which seemed now imperceptible. So in broad daylight one might revisit the place where one has groped and turned and succumbed to utter bewilderment in a fog. "It s all so simple,"<|quote|>she said to herself.</|quote|>"T... | by its light Katharine perceived far too vividly for her comfort the mediocrity, indeed the entirely fictitious character of her own feelings so far as they pretended to correspond with Mary s feelings. She made up her mind to act instantly upon the knowledge thus gained, and cast her mind in amazement back to the scen... | air to fan into flame the glow kindled by Mary s words. For among all the impressions of the evening s talk one was of the nature of a revelation and subdued the rest to insignificance. Thus one looked; thus one spoke; such was love. "She sat up straight and looked at me, and then she said, I m in love," Katharine muse... | talk that she had ever known. Something unfamiliar in the pose of the silent figure, something still, solemn, significant about it, made her hold her breath. She paused. Her thoughts were without bitterness. She was surprised by her own quiet and confidence. She came back silently, and sat once more by Katharine s side... | no such thing, I mean, as judging people" "Ralph Denham said that?" said Katharine, with considerable indignation. In order to have produced such suffering in Mary, it seemed to her that he must have behaved with extreme callousness. It seemed to her that he had discarded the friendship, when it suited his convenience ... | at least, she could control, and would this instant, and then, turning, she would face Katharine, and retrieve what could be retrieved of the collapse of her courage. She turned. Katharine had not moved; she was leaning a little forward in her chair and looking into the fire. Something in the attitude reminded Mary of ... | Night And Day |
"There can t be any doubt. I ve only got to speak now. I ve only got to speak," | Katharine Hilbery | simple," she said to herself.<|quote|>"There can t be any doubt. I ve only got to speak now. I ve only got to speak,"</|quote|>she went on saying, in | fog. "It s all so simple," she said to herself.<|quote|>"There can t be any doubt. I ve only got to speak now. I ve only got to speak,"</|quote|>she went on saying, in time to her own footsteps, | the scene upon the heath, when she had yielded, heaven knows why, for reasons which seemed now imperceptible. So in broad daylight one might revisit the place where one has groped and turned and succumbed to utter bewilderment in a fog. "It s all so simple," she said to herself.<|quote|>"There can t be any doubt. I ve ... | perceived far too vividly for her comfort the mediocrity, indeed the entirely fictitious character of her own feelings so far as they pretended to correspond with Mary s feelings. She made up her mind to act instantly upon the knowledge thus gained, and cast her mind in amazement back to the scene upon the heath, when ... | flame the glow kindled by Mary s words. For among all the impressions of the evening s talk one was of the nature of a revelation and subdued the rest to insignificance. Thus one looked; thus one spoke; such was love. "She sat up straight and looked at me, and then she said, I m in love," Katharine mused, trying to set... | ever known. Something unfamiliar in the pose of the silent figure, something still, solemn, significant about it, made her hold her breath. She paused. Her thoughts were without bitterness. She was surprised by her own quiet and confidence. She came back silently, and sat once more by Katharine s side. Mary had no wish... | mean, as judging people" "Ralph Denham said that?" said Katharine, with considerable indignation. In order to have produced such suffering in Mary, it seemed to her that he must have behaved with extreme callousness. It seemed to her that he had discarded the friendship, when it suited his convenience to do so, with so... | without bitterness. She was surprised by her own quiet and confidence. She came back silently, and sat once more by Katharine s side. Mary had no wish to speak. In the silence she seemed to have lost her isolation; she was at once the sufferer and the pitiful spectator of suffering; she was happier than she had ever be... | Night And Day |
she went on saying, in time to her own footsteps, and completely forgot Mary Datchet. William Rodney, having come back earlier from the office than he expected, sat down to pick out the melodies in "The Magic Flute" upon the piano. Katharine was late, but that was nothing new, and, as she had no particular liking for m... | No speaker | ve only got to speak,"<|quote|>she went on saying, in time to her own footsteps, and completely forgot Mary Datchet. William Rodney, having come back earlier from the office than he expected, sat down to pick out the melodies in "The Magic Flute" upon the piano. Katharine was late, but that was nothing new, and, as she... | got to speak now. I ve only got to speak,"<|quote|>she went on saying, in time to her own footsteps, and completely forgot Mary Datchet. William Rodney, having come back earlier from the office than he expected, sat down to pick out the melodies in "The Magic Flute" upon the piano. Katharine was late, but that was noth... | in broad daylight one might revisit the place where one has groped and turned and succumbed to utter bewilderment in a fog. "It s all so simple," she said to herself. "There can t be any doubt. I ve only got to speak now. I ve only got to speak,"<|quote|>she went on saying, in time to her own footsteps, and completely ... | far as they pretended to correspond with Mary s feelings. She made up her mind to act instantly upon the knowledge thus gained, and cast her mind in amazement back to the scene upon the heath, when she had yielded, heaven knows why, for reasons which seemed now imperceptible. So in broad daylight one might revisit the ... | was of the nature of a revelation and subdued the rest to insignificance. Thus one looked; thus one spoke; such was love. "She sat up straight and looked at me, and then she said, I m in love," Katharine mused, trying to set the whole scene in motion. It was a scene to dwell on with so much wonder that not a grain of p... | hold her breath. She paused. Her thoughts were without bitterness. She was surprised by her own quiet and confidence. She came back silently, and sat once more by Katharine s side. Mary had no wish to speak. In the silence she seemed to have lost her isolation; she was at once the sufferer and the pitiful spectator of ... | suffering in Mary, it seemed to her that he must have behaved with extreme callousness. It seemed to her that he had discarded the friendship, when it suited his convenience to do so, with some falsely philosophical theory which made his conduct all the worse. She was going on to express herself thus, had not Mary at o... | fact that she had been led to this act of treachery against herself. Trapped, cheated, robbed, first by Ralph and then by Katharine, she seemed all dissolved in humiliation, and bereft of anything she could call her own. Tears of weakness welled up and rolled down her cheeks. But tears, at least, she could control, and... | Night And Day |
"There are so many things that she doesn t understand," | William Rodney | own that she puzzled him.<|quote|>"There are so many things that she doesn t understand,"</|quote|>he reflected, glancing at the | descriptions, but he had to own that she puzzled him.<|quote|>"There are so many things that she doesn t understand,"</|quote|>he reflected, glancing at the letter to Cassandra which he | her of any wish to hurt him wantonly, but there was something in her character which made it impossible for her to help hurting people. Was she cold? Was she self-absorbed? He tried to fit her with each of these descriptions, but he had to own that she puzzled him.<|quote|>"There are so many things that she doesn t und... | itself upon him with every tick of the clock that Katharine had completely forgotten her engagement. Such things had happened less frequently since Christmas, but what if they were going to begin to happen again? What if their marriage should turn out, as she had said, a farce? He acquitted her of any wish to hurt him ... | delicious expansion to one of uneasiness and expectation. The dinner was brought in, and had to be set by the fire to keep hot. It was now a quarter of an hour beyond the specified time. He bethought him of a piece of news which had depressed him in the earlier part of the day. Owing to the illness of one of his fellow... | ways in which, with his training and accomplishments, he could be of service to her. She ought to be given the chance of hearing good music, as it is played by those who have inherited the great tradition. Moreover, from one or two remarks let fall in the course of conversation, he thought it possible that she had what... | For among all the impressions of the evening s talk one was of the nature of a revelation and subdued the rest to insignificance. Thus one looked; thus one spoke; such was love. "She sat up straight and looked at me, and then she said, I m in love," Katharine mused, trying to set the whole scene in motion. It was a sce... | only got to speak now. I ve only got to speak," she went on saying, in time to her own footsteps, and completely forgot Mary Datchet. William Rodney, having come back earlier from the office than he expected, sat down to pick out the melodies in "The Magic Flute" upon the piano. Katharine was late, but that was nothing... | Night And Day |
he reflected, glancing at the letter to Cassandra which he had begun and laid aside. What prevented him from finishing the letter which he had so much enjoyed beginning? The reason was that Katharine might, at any moment, enter the room. The thought, implying his bondage to her, irritated him acutely. It occurred to hi... | No speaker | that she doesn t understand,"<|quote|>he reflected, glancing at the letter to Cassandra which he had begun and laid aside. What prevented him from finishing the letter which he had so much enjoyed beginning? The reason was that Katharine might, at any moment, enter the room. The thought, implying his bondage to her, ir... | "There are so many things that she doesn t understand,"<|quote|>he reflected, glancing at the letter to Cassandra which he had begun and laid aside. What prevented him from finishing the letter which he had so much enjoyed beginning? The reason was that Katharine might, at any moment, enter the room. The thought, imply... | was something in her character which made it impossible for her to help hurting people. Was she cold? Was she self-absorbed? He tried to fit her with each of these descriptions, but he had to own that she puzzled him. "There are so many things that she doesn t understand,"<|quote|>he reflected, glancing at the letter t... | Katharine had completely forgotten her engagement. Such things had happened less frequently since Christmas, but what if they were going to begin to happen again? What if their marriage should turn out, as she had said, a farce? He acquitted her of any wish to hurt him wantonly, but there was something in her character... | was brought in, and had to be set by the fire to keep hot. It was now a quarter of an hour beyond the specified time. He bethought him of a piece of news which had depressed him in the earlier part of the day. Owing to the illness of one of his fellow-clerks, it was likely that he would get no holiday until later in th... | be of service to her. She ought to be given the chance of hearing good music, as it is played by those who have inherited the great tradition. Moreover, from one or two remarks let fall in the course of conversation, he thought it possible that she had what Katharine professed to lack, a passionate, if untaught, apprec... | one was of the nature of a revelation and subdued the rest to insignificance. Thus one looked; thus one spoke; such was love. "She sat up straight and looked at me, and then she said, I m in love," Katharine mused, trying to set the whole scene in motion. It was a scene to dwell on with so much wonder that not a grain ... | play. Meanwhile, as Katharine was certain to be late, and "The Magic Flute" is nothing without a voice, he felt inclined to spend the time of waiting in writing a letter to Cassandra, exhorting her to read Pope in preference to Dostoevsky, until her feeling for form was more highly developed. He set himself down to com... | Night And Day |
"I ve got a piece of news for you, Katharine," | William Rodney | busied himself with the plates.<|quote|>"I ve got a piece of news for you, Katharine,"</|quote|>he said directly they sat | own disposition of clothes and busied himself with the plates.<|quote|>"I ve got a piece of news for you, Katharine,"</|quote|>he said directly they sat down to table; "I shan | being late. Nevertheless, her mere presence moved him strangely; but he was determined that this should not weaken his resolution to make some kind of stand against her; to get at the truth about her. He let her make her own disposition of clothes and busied himself with the plates.<|quote|>"I ve got a piece of news fo... | play to Cassandra for her to criticize. Possibly, but not by any means certainly, this would annoy her and as he reached the doubtful comfort of this conclusion, there was a knock on the door and Katharine came in. They kissed each other coldly and she made no apology for being late. Nevertheless, her mere presence mov... | but he had to own that she puzzled him. "There are so many things that she doesn t understand," he reflected, glancing at the letter to Cassandra which he had begun and laid aside. What prevented him from finishing the letter which he had so much enjoyed beginning? The reason was that Katharine might, at any moment, en... | had changed from one of urbane contentment indeed of delicious expansion to one of uneasiness and expectation. The dinner was brought in, and had to be set by the fire to keep hot. It was now a quarter of an hour beyond the specified time. He bethought him of a piece of news which had depressed him in the earlier part ... | herself. "There can t be any doubt. I ve only got to speak now. I ve only got to speak," she went on saying, in time to her own footsteps, and completely forgot Mary Datchet. William Rodney, having come back earlier from the office than he expected, sat down to pick out the melodies in "The Magic Flute" upon the piano.... | which would mean the postponement of their marriage. But this possibility, after all, was not so disagreeable as the probability which forced itself upon him with every tick of the clock that Katharine had completely forgotten her engagement. Such things had happened less frequently since Christmas, but what if they we... | Night And Day |
he said directly they sat down to table; | No speaker | of news for you, Katharine,"<|quote|>he said directly they sat down to table;</|quote|>"I shan t get my | "I ve got a piece of news for you, Katharine,"<|quote|>he said directly they sat down to table;</|quote|>"I shan t get my holiday in April. We shall | he was determined that this should not weaken his resolution to make some kind of stand against her; to get at the truth about her. He let her make her own disposition of clothes and busied himself with the plates. "I ve got a piece of news for you, Katharine,"<|quote|>he said directly they sat down to table;</|quote|>... | by any means certainly, this would annoy her and as he reached the doubtful comfort of this conclusion, there was a knock on the door and Katharine came in. They kissed each other coldly and she made no apology for being late. Nevertheless, her mere presence moved him strangely; but he was determined that this should n... | are so many things that she doesn t understand," he reflected, glancing at the letter to Cassandra which he had begun and laid aside. What prevented him from finishing the letter which he had so much enjoyed beginning? The reason was that Katharine might, at any moment, enter the room. The thought, implying his bondage... | expansion to one of uneasiness and expectation. The dinner was brought in, and had to be set by the fire to keep hot. It was now a quarter of an hour beyond the specified time. He bethought him of a piece of news which had depressed him in the earlier part of the day. Owing to the illness of one of his fellow-clerks, i... | got to speak now. I ve only got to speak," she went on saying, in time to her own footsteps, and completely forgot Mary Datchet. William Rodney, having come back earlier from the office than he expected, sat down to pick out the melodies in "The Magic Flute" upon the piano. Katharine was late, but that was nothing new,... | to Dostoevsky, until her feeling for form was more highly developed. He set himself down to compose this piece of advice in a shape which was light and playful, and yet did no injury to a cause which he had near at heart, when he heard Katharine upon the stairs. A moment later it was plain that he had been mistaken, it... | Night And Day |
"I shan t get my holiday in April. We shall have to put off our marriage." | William Rodney | they sat down to table;<|quote|>"I shan t get my holiday in April. We shall have to put off our marriage."</|quote|>He rapped the words out | you, Katharine," he said directly they sat down to table;<|quote|>"I shan t get my holiday in April. We shall have to put off our marriage."</|quote|>He rapped the words out with a certain degree of | his resolution to make some kind of stand against her; to get at the truth about her. He let her make her own disposition of clothes and busied himself with the plates. "I ve got a piece of news for you, Katharine," he said directly they sat down to table;<|quote|>"I shan t get my holiday in April. We shall have to put... | and as he reached the doubtful comfort of this conclusion, there was a knock on the door and Katharine came in. They kissed each other coldly and she made no apology for being late. Nevertheless, her mere presence moved him strangely; but he was determined that this should not weaken his resolution to make some kind of... | understand," he reflected, glancing at the letter to Cassandra which he had begun and laid aside. What prevented him from finishing the letter which he had so much enjoyed beginning? The reason was that Katharine might, at any moment, enter the room. The thought, implying his bondage to her, irritated him acutely. It o... | dinner was brought in, and had to be set by the fire to keep hot. It was now a quarter of an hour beyond the specified time. He bethought him of a piece of news which had depressed him in the earlier part of the day. Owing to the illness of one of his fellow-clerks, it was likely that he would get no holiday until late... | to speak," she went on saying, in time to her own footsteps, and completely forgot Mary Datchet. William Rodney, having come back earlier from the office than he expected, sat down to pick out the melodies in "The Magic Flute" upon the piano. Katharine was late, but that was nothing new, and, as she had no particular l... | was not Katharine; but he could not settle himself to his letter. His temper had changed from one of urbane contentment indeed of delicious expansion to one of uneasiness and expectation. The dinner was brought in, and had to be set by the fire to keep hot. It was now a quarter of an hour beyond the specified time. He ... | Night And Day |
He rapped the words out with a certain degree of briskness. Katharine started a little, as if the announcement disturbed her thoughts. | No speaker | to put off our marriage."<|quote|>He rapped the words out with a certain degree of briskness. Katharine started a little, as if the announcement disturbed her thoughts.</|quote|>"That won t make any | in April. We shall have to put off our marriage."<|quote|>He rapped the words out with a certain degree of briskness. Katharine started a little, as if the announcement disturbed her thoughts.</|quote|>"That won t make any difference, will it? I mean | her. He let her make her own disposition of clothes and busied himself with the plates. "I ve got a piece of news for you, Katharine," he said directly they sat down to table; "I shan t get my holiday in April. We shall have to put off our marriage."<|quote|>He rapped the words out with a certain degree of briskness. K... | door and Katharine came in. They kissed each other coldly and she made no apology for being late. Nevertheless, her mere presence moved him strangely; but he was determined that this should not weaken his resolution to make some kind of stand against her; to get at the truth about her. He let her make her own dispositi... | What prevented him from finishing the letter which he had so much enjoyed beginning? The reason was that Katharine might, at any moment, enter the room. The thought, implying his bondage to her, irritated him acutely. It occurred to him that he would leave the letter lying open for her to see, and he would take the opp... | was now a quarter of an hour beyond the specified time. He bethought him of a piece of news which had depressed him in the earlier part of the day. Owing to the illness of one of his fellow-clerks, it was likely that he would get no holiday until later in the year, which would mean the postponement of their marriage. B... | Datchet. William Rodney, having come back earlier from the office than he expected, sat down to pick out the melodies in "The Magic Flute" upon the piano. Katharine was late, but that was nothing new, and, as she had no particular liking for music, and he felt in the mood for it, perhaps it was as well. This defect in ... | Cassandra which he had begun and laid aside. What prevented him from finishing the letter which he had so much enjoyed beginning? The reason was that Katharine might, at any moment, enter the room. The thought, implying his bondage to her, irritated him acutely. It occurred to him that he would leave the letter lying o... | Night And Day |
"That won t make any difference, will it? I mean the lease isn t signed," | Katharine Hilbery | the announcement disturbed her thoughts.<|quote|>"That won t make any difference, will it? I mean the lease isn t signed,"</|quote|>she replied. "But why? What | started a little, as if the announcement disturbed her thoughts.<|quote|>"That won t make any difference, will it? I mean the lease isn t signed,"</|quote|>she replied. "But why? What has happened?" He told her, | news for you, Katharine," he said directly they sat down to table; "I shan t get my holiday in April. We shall have to put off our marriage." He rapped the words out with a certain degree of briskness. Katharine started a little, as if the announcement disturbed her thoughts.<|quote|>"That won t make any difference, wi... | moved him strangely; but he was determined that this should not weaken his resolution to make some kind of stand against her; to get at the truth about her. He let her make her own disposition of clothes and busied himself with the plates. "I ve got a piece of news for you, Katharine," he said directly they sat down to... | moment, enter the room. The thought, implying his bondage to her, irritated him acutely. It occurred to him that he would leave the letter lying open for her to see, and he would take the opportunity of telling her that he had sent his play to Cassandra for her to criticize. Possibly, but not by any means certainly, th... | him in the earlier part of the day. Owing to the illness of one of his fellow-clerks, it was likely that he would get no holiday until later in the year, which would mean the postponement of their marriage. But this possibility, after all, was not so disagreeable as the probability which forced itself upon him with eve... | Magic Flute" upon the piano. Katharine was late, but that was nothing new, and, as she had no particular liking for music, and he felt in the mood for it, perhaps it was as well. This defect in Katharine was the more strange, William reflected, because, as a rule, the women of her family were unusually musical. Her cou... | the illness of one of his fellow-clerks, it was likely that he would get no holiday until later in the year, which would mean the postponement of their marriage. But this possibility, after all, was not so disagreeable as the probability which forced itself upon him with every tick of the clock that Katharine had compl... | Night And Day |
she replied. | No speaker | the lease isn t signed,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"But why? What has happened?" | difference, will it? I mean the lease isn t signed,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"But why? What has happened?" He told her, in an | get my holiday in April. We shall have to put off our marriage." He rapped the words out with a certain degree of briskness. Katharine started a little, as if the announcement disturbed her thoughts. "That won t make any difference, will it? I mean the lease isn t signed,"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"But why? What h... | make some kind of stand against her; to get at the truth about her. He let her make her own disposition of clothes and busied himself with the plates. "I ve got a piece of news for you, Katharine," he said directly they sat down to table; "I shan t get my holiday in April. We shall have to put off our marriage." He rap... | occurred to him that he would leave the letter lying open for her to see, and he would take the opportunity of telling her that he had sent his play to Cassandra for her to criticize. Possibly, but not by any means certainly, this would annoy her and as he reached the doubtful comfort of this conclusion, there was a kn... | his fellow-clerks, it was likely that he would get no holiday until later in the year, which would mean the postponement of their marriage. But this possibility, after all, was not so disagreeable as the probability which forced itself upon him with every tick of the clock that Katharine had completely forgotten her en... | she had no particular liking for music, and he felt in the mood for it, perhaps it was as well. This defect in Katharine was the more strange, William reflected, because, as a rule, the women of her family were unusually musical. Her cousin, Cassandra Otway, for example, had a very fine taste in music, and he had charm... | letter. His temper had changed from one of urbane contentment indeed of delicious expansion to one of uneasiness and expectation. The dinner was brought in, and had to be set by the fire to keep hot. It was now a quarter of an hour beyond the specified time. He bethought him of a piece of news which had depressed him i... | Night And Day |
"But why? What has happened?" | Katharine Hilbery | isn t signed," she replied.<|quote|>"But why? What has happened?"</|quote|>He told her, in an | it? I mean the lease isn t signed," she replied.<|quote|>"But why? What has happened?"</|quote|>He told her, in an off-hand way, how one of | holiday in April. We shall have to put off our marriage." He rapped the words out with a certain degree of briskness. Katharine started a little, as if the announcement disturbed her thoughts. "That won t make any difference, will it? I mean the lease isn t signed," she replied.<|quote|>"But why? What has happened?"</|... | kind of stand against her; to get at the truth about her. He let her make her own disposition of clothes and busied himself with the plates. "I ve got a piece of news for you, Katharine," he said directly they sat down to table; "I shan t get my holiday in April. We shall have to put off our marriage." He rapped the wo... | him that he would leave the letter lying open for her to see, and he would take the opportunity of telling her that he had sent his play to Cassandra for her to criticize. Possibly, but not by any means certainly, this would annoy her and as he reached the doubtful comfort of this conclusion, there was a knock on the d... | it was likely that he would get no holiday until later in the year, which would mean the postponement of their marriage. But this possibility, after all, was not so disagreeable as the probability which forced itself upon him with every tick of the clock that Katharine had completely forgotten her engagement. Such thin... | no particular liking for music, and he felt in the mood for it, perhaps it was as well. This defect in Katharine was the more strange, William reflected, because, as a rule, the women of her family were unusually musical. Her cousin, Cassandra Otway, for example, had a very fine taste in music, and he had charming reco... | year, which would mean the postponement of their marriage. But this possibility, after all, was not so disagreeable as the probability which forced itself upon him with every tick of the clock that Katharine had completely forgotten her engagement. Such things had happened less frequently since Christmas, but what if t... | Night And Day |
He told her, in an off-hand way, how one of his fellow-clerks had broken down, and might have to be away for months, six months even, in which case they would have to think over their position. He said it in a way which struck her, at last, as oddly casual. She looked at him. There was no outward sign that he was annoy... | No speaker | "But why? What has happened?"<|quote|>He told her, in an off-hand way, how one of his fellow-clerks had broken down, and might have to be away for months, six months even, in which case they would have to think over their position. He said it in a way which struck her, at last, as oddly casual. She looked at him. There... | isn t signed," she replied. "But why? What has happened?"<|quote|>He told her, in an off-hand way, how one of his fellow-clerks had broken down, and might have to be away for months, six months even, in which case they would have to think over their position. He said it in a way which struck her, at last, as oddly casu... | have to put off our marriage." He rapped the words out with a certain degree of briskness. Katharine started a little, as if the announcement disturbed her thoughts. "That won t make any difference, will it? I mean the lease isn t signed," she replied. "But why? What has happened?"<|quote|>He told her, in an off-hand w... | to get at the truth about her. He let her make her own disposition of clothes and busied himself with the plates. "I ve got a piece of news for you, Katharine," he said directly they sat down to table; "I shan t get my holiday in April. We shall have to put off our marriage." He rapped the words out with a certain degr... | the letter lying open for her to see, and he would take the opportunity of telling her that he had sent his play to Cassandra for her to criticize. Possibly, but not by any means certainly, this would annoy her and as he reached the doubtful comfort of this conclusion, there was a knock on the door and Katharine came i... | would get no holiday until later in the year, which would mean the postponement of their marriage. But this possibility, after all, was not so disagreeable as the probability which forced itself upon him with every tick of the clock that Katharine had completely forgotten her engagement. Such things had happened less f... | and he felt in the mood for it, perhaps it was as well. This defect in Katharine was the more strange, William reflected, because, as a rule, the women of her family were unusually musical. Her cousin, Cassandra Otway, for example, had a very fine taste in music, and he had charming recollections of her in a light fant... | if they were going to begin to happen again? What if their marriage should turn out, as she had said, a farce? He acquitted her of any wish to hurt him wantonly, but there was something in her character which made it impossible for her to help hurting people. Was she cold? Was she self-absorbed? He tried to fit her wit... | Night And Day |
"It s a good thing we didn t take the house then," | Katharine Hilbery | She looked for a clock.<|quote|>"It s a good thing we didn t take the house then,"</|quote|>she repeated thoughtfully. "It ll | so. Perhaps she was late? She looked for a clock.<|quote|>"It s a good thing we didn t take the house then,"</|quote|>she repeated thoughtfully. "It ll mean, too, I m afraid, | think over their position. He said it in a way which struck her, at last, as oddly casual. She looked at him. There was no outward sign that he was annoyed with her. Was she well dressed? She thought sufficiently so. Perhaps she was late? She looked for a clock.<|quote|>"It s a good thing we didn t take the house then,... | difference, will it? I mean the lease isn t signed," she replied. "But why? What has happened?" He told her, in an off-hand way, how one of his fellow-clerks had broken down, and might have to be away for months, six months even, in which case they would have to think over their position. He said it in a way which stru... | was determined that this should not weaken his resolution to make some kind of stand against her; to get at the truth about her. He let her make her own disposition of clothes and busied himself with the plates. "I ve got a piece of news for you, Katharine," he said directly they sat down to table; "I shan t get my hol... | any wish to hurt him wantonly, but there was something in her character which made it impossible for her to help hurting people. Was she cold? Was she self-absorbed? He tried to fit her with each of these descriptions, but he had to own that she puzzled him. "There are so many things that she doesn t understand," he re... | the Otway noses, seemed to extend itself into the flute, as if she were some inimitably graceful species of musical mole. The little picture suggested very happily her melodious and whimsical temperament. The enthusiasms of a young girl of distinguished upbringing appealed to William, and suggested a thousand ways in w... | to the illness of one of his fellow-clerks, it was likely that he would get no holiday until later in the year, which would mean the postponement of their marriage. But this possibility, after all, was not so disagreeable as the probability which forced itself upon him with every tick of the clock that Katharine had co... | Night And Day |
she repeated thoughtfully. | No speaker | t take the house then,"<|quote|>she repeated thoughtfully.</|quote|>"It ll mean, too, I | a good thing we didn t take the house then,"<|quote|>she repeated thoughtfully.</|quote|>"It ll mean, too, I m afraid, that I shan | her, at last, as oddly casual. She looked at him. There was no outward sign that he was annoyed with her. Was she well dressed? She thought sufficiently so. Perhaps she was late? She looked for a clock. "It s a good thing we didn t take the house then,"<|quote|>she repeated thoughtfully.</|quote|>"It ll mean, too, I m ... | "But why? What has happened?" He told her, in an off-hand way, how one of his fellow-clerks had broken down, and might have to be away for months, six months even, in which case they would have to think over their position. He said it in a way which struck her, at last, as oddly casual. She looked at him. There was no ... | kind of stand against her; to get at the truth about her. He let her make her own disposition of clothes and busied himself with the plates. "I ve got a piece of news for you, Katharine," he said directly they sat down to table; "I shan t get my holiday in April. We shall have to put off our marriage." He rapped the wo... | character which made it impossible for her to help hurting people. Was she cold? Was she self-absorbed? He tried to fit her with each of these descriptions, but he had to own that she puzzled him. "There are so many things that she doesn t understand," he reflected, glancing at the letter to Cassandra which he had begu... | she were some inimitably graceful species of musical mole. The little picture suggested very happily her melodious and whimsical temperament. The enthusiasms of a young girl of distinguished upbringing appealed to William, and suggested a thousand ways in which, with his training and accomplishments, he could be of ser... | her, irritated him acutely. It occurred to him that he would leave the letter lying open for her to see, and he would take the opportunity of telling her that he had sent his play to Cassandra for her to criticize. Possibly, but not by any means certainly, this would annoy her and as he reached the doubtful comfort of ... | Night And Day |
"It ll mean, too, I m afraid, that I shan t be as free for a considerable time as I have been," | William Rodney | house then," she repeated thoughtfully.<|quote|>"It ll mean, too, I m afraid, that I shan t be as free for a considerable time as I have been,"</|quote|>he continued. She had time | we didn t take the house then," she repeated thoughtfully.<|quote|>"It ll mean, too, I m afraid, that I shan t be as free for a considerable time as I have been,"</|quote|>he continued. She had time to reflect that she gained | as oddly casual. She looked at him. There was no outward sign that he was annoyed with her. Was she well dressed? She thought sufficiently so. Perhaps she was late? She looked for a clock. "It s a good thing we didn t take the house then," she repeated thoughtfully.<|quote|>"It ll mean, too, I m afraid, that I shan t b... | has happened?" He told her, in an off-hand way, how one of his fellow-clerks had broken down, and might have to be away for months, six months even, in which case they would have to think over their position. He said it in a way which struck her, at last, as oddly casual. She looked at him. There was no outward sign th... | against her; to get at the truth about her. He let her make her own disposition of clothes and busied himself with the plates. "I ve got a piece of news for you, Katharine," he said directly they sat down to table; "I shan t get my holiday in April. We shall have to put off our marriage." He rapped the words out with a... | it impossible for her to help hurting people. Was she cold? Was she self-absorbed? He tried to fit her with each of these descriptions, but he had to own that she puzzled him. "There are so many things that she doesn t understand," he reflected, glancing at the letter to Cassandra which he had begun and laid aside. Wha... | inimitably graceful species of musical mole. The little picture suggested very happily her melodious and whimsical temperament. The enthusiasms of a young girl of distinguished upbringing appealed to William, and suggested a thousand ways in which, with his training and accomplishments, he could be of service to her. S... | of their marriage. But this possibility, after all, was not so disagreeable as the probability which forced itself upon him with every tick of the clock that Katharine had completely forgotten her engagement. Such things had happened less frequently since Christmas, but what if they were going to begin to happen again?... | Night And Day |
he continued. She had time to reflect that she gained something by all this, though it was too soon to determine what. But the light which had been burning with such intensity as she came along was suddenly overclouded, as much by his manner as by his news. She had been prepared to meet opposition, which is simple to e... | No speaker | time as I have been,"<|quote|>he continued. She had time to reflect that she gained something by all this, though it was too soon to determine what. But the light which had been burning with such intensity as she came along was suddenly overclouded, as much by his manner as by his news. She had been prepared to meet op... | as free for a considerable time as I have been,"<|quote|>he continued. She had time to reflect that she gained something by all this, though it was too soon to determine what. But the light which had been burning with such intensity as she came along was suddenly overclouded, as much by his manner as by his news. She h... | She thought sufficiently so. Perhaps she was late? She looked for a clock. "It s a good thing we didn t take the house then," she repeated thoughtfully. "It ll mean, too, I m afraid, that I shan t be as free for a considerable time as I have been,"<|quote|>he continued. She had time to reflect that she gained something... | away for months, six months even, in which case they would have to think over their position. He said it in a way which struck her, at last, as oddly casual. She looked at him. There was no outward sign that he was annoyed with her. Was she well dressed? She thought sufficiently so. Perhaps she was late? She looked for... | the plates. "I ve got a piece of news for you, Katharine," he said directly they sat down to table; "I shan t get my holiday in April. We shall have to put off our marriage." He rapped the words out with a certain degree of briskness. Katharine started a little, as if the announcement disturbed her thoughts. "That won ... | these descriptions, but he had to own that she puzzled him. "There are so many things that she doesn t understand," he reflected, glancing at the letter to Cassandra which he had begun and laid aside. What prevented him from finishing the letter which he had so much enjoyed beginning? The reason was that Katharine migh... | girl of distinguished upbringing appealed to William, and suggested a thousand ways in which, with his training and accomplishments, he could be of service to her. She ought to be given the chance of hearing good music, as it is played by those who have inherited the great tradition. Moreover, from one or two remarks l... | own that she puzzled him. "There are so many things that she doesn t understand," he reflected, glancing at the letter to Cassandra which he had begun and laid aside. What prevented him from finishing the letter which he had so much enjoyed beginning? The reason was that Katharine might, at any moment, enter the room. ... | Night And Day |
"Where should I address a letter to Cassandra?" | William Rodney | aside these thoughts with annoyance.<|quote|>"Where should I address a letter to Cassandra?"</|quote|>he asked her. It was | She looked up apprehensively, brushing aside these thoughts with annoyance.<|quote|>"Where should I address a letter to Cassandra?"</|quote|>he asked her. It was obvious again that William had | or with a book, perhaps, for then she would have time to read her books, and to grasp firmly with every muscle of her unused mind what she longed to know. The atmosphere was very free. Suddenly William broke off. She looked up apprehensively, brushing aside these thoughts with annoyance.<|quote|>"Where should I address... | to encounter. The meal passed in quiet, well-controlled talk about indifferent things. Music was not a subject about which she knew anything, but she liked him to tell her things; and could, she mused, as he talked, fancy the evenings of married life spent thus, over the fire; spent thus, or with a book, perhaps, for t... | the house then," she repeated thoughtfully. "It ll mean, too, I m afraid, that I shan t be as free for a considerable time as I have been," he continued. She had time to reflect that she gained something by all this, though it was too soon to determine what. But the light which had been burning with such intensity as s... | to make some kind of stand against her; to get at the truth about her. He let her make her own disposition of clothes and busied himself with the plates. "I ve got a piece of news for you, Katharine," he said directly they sat down to table; "I shan t get my holiday in April. We shall have to put off our marriage." He ... | Katharine upon the stairs. A moment later it was plain that he had been mistaken, it was not Katharine; but he could not settle himself to his letter. His temper had changed from one of urbane contentment indeed of delicious expansion to one of uneasiness and expectation. The dinner was brought in, and had to be set by... | letter which he had so much enjoyed beginning? The reason was that Katharine might, at any moment, enter the room. The thought, implying his bondage to her, irritated him acutely. It occurred to him that he would leave the letter lying open for her to see, and he would take the opportunity of telling her that he had se... | Night And Day |
he asked her. It was obvious again that William had some meaning or other to-night, or was in some mood. | No speaker | address a letter to Cassandra?"<|quote|>he asked her. It was obvious again that William had some meaning or other to-night, or was in some mood.</|quote|>"We ve struck up a | with annoyance. "Where should I address a letter to Cassandra?"<|quote|>he asked her. It was obvious again that William had some meaning or other to-night, or was in some mood.</|quote|>"We ve struck up a friendship," he added. "She s | would have time to read her books, and to grasp firmly with every muscle of her unused mind what she longed to know. The atmosphere was very free. Suddenly William broke off. She looked up apprehensively, brushing aside these thoughts with annoyance. "Where should I address a letter to Cassandra?"<|quote|>he asked her.... | talk about indifferent things. Music was not a subject about which she knew anything, but she liked him to tell her things; and could, she mused, as he talked, fancy the evenings of married life spent thus, over the fire; spent thus, or with a book, perhaps, for then she would have time to read her books, and to grasp ... | mean, too, I m afraid, that I shan t be as free for a considerable time as I have been," he continued. She had time to reflect that she gained something by all this, though it was too soon to determine what. But the light which had been burning with such intensity as she came along was suddenly overclouded, as much by ... | to get at the truth about her. He let her make her own disposition of clothes and busied himself with the plates. "I ve got a piece of news for you, Katharine," he said directly they sat down to table; "I shan t get my holiday in April. We shall have to put off our marriage." He rapped the words out with a certain degr... | was plain that he had been mistaken, it was not Katharine; but he could not settle himself to his letter. His temper had changed from one of urbane contentment indeed of delicious expansion to one of uneasiness and expectation. The dinner was brought in, and had to be set by the fire to keep hot. It was now a quarter o... | t understand," he reflected, glancing at the letter to Cassandra which he had begun and laid aside. What prevented him from finishing the letter which he had so much enjoyed beginning? The reason was that Katharine might, at any moment, enter the room. The thought, implying his bondage to her, irritated him acutely. It... | Night And Day |
"We ve struck up a friendship," | William Rodney | or was in some mood.<|quote|>"We ve struck up a friendship,"</|quote|>he added. "She s at | some meaning or other to-night, or was in some mood.<|quote|>"We ve struck up a friendship,"</|quote|>he added. "She s at home, I think," Katharine replied. | longed to know. The atmosphere was very free. Suddenly William broke off. She looked up apprehensively, brushing aside these thoughts with annoyance. "Where should I address a letter to Cassandra?" he asked her. It was obvious again that William had some meaning or other to-night, or was in some mood.<|quote|>"We ve st... | her things; and could, she mused, as he talked, fancy the evenings of married life spent thus, over the fire; spent thus, or with a book, perhaps, for then she would have time to read her books, and to grasp firmly with every muscle of her unused mind what she longed to know. The atmosphere was very free. Suddenly Will... | he continued. She had time to reflect that she gained something by all this, though it was too soon to determine what. But the light which had been burning with such intensity as she came along was suddenly overclouded, as much by his manner as by his news. She had been prepared to meet opposition, which is simple to e... | the plates. "I ve got a piece of news for you, Katharine," he said directly they sat down to table; "I shan t get my holiday in April. We shall have to put off our marriage." He rapped the words out with a certain degree of briskness. Katharine started a little, as if the announcement disturbed her thoughts. "That won ... | His temper had changed from one of urbane contentment indeed of delicious expansion to one of uneasiness and expectation. The dinner was brought in, and had to be set by the fire to keep hot. It was now a quarter of an hour beyond the specified time. He bethought him of a piece of news which had depressed him in the ea... | down, and might have to be away for months, six months even, in which case they would have to think over their position. He said it in a way which struck her, at last, as oddly casual. She looked at him. There was no outward sign that he was annoyed with her. Was she well dressed? She thought sufficiently so. Perhaps s... | Night And Day |
he added. | No speaker | ve struck up a friendship,"<|quote|>he added.</|quote|>"She s at home, I | was in some mood. "We ve struck up a friendship,"<|quote|>he added.</|quote|>"She s at home, I think," Katharine replied. "They keep | very free. Suddenly William broke off. She looked up apprehensively, brushing aside these thoughts with annoyance. "Where should I address a letter to Cassandra?" he asked her. It was obvious again that William had some meaning or other to-night, or was in some mood. "We ve struck up a friendship,"<|quote|>he added.</|... | as he talked, fancy the evenings of married life spent thus, over the fire; spent thus, or with a book, perhaps, for then she would have time to read her books, and to grasp firmly with every muscle of her unused mind what she longed to know. The atmosphere was very free. Suddenly William broke off. She looked up appre... | reflect that she gained something by all this, though it was too soon to determine what. But the light which had been burning with such intensity as she came along was suddenly overclouded, as much by his manner as by his news. She had been prepared to meet opposition, which is simple to encounter compared with she did... | piece of news for you, Katharine," he said directly they sat down to table; "I shan t get my holiday in April. We shall have to put off our marriage." He rapped the words out with a certain degree of briskness. Katharine started a little, as if the announcement disturbed her thoughts. "That won t make any difference, w... | of urbane contentment indeed of delicious expansion to one of uneasiness and expectation. The dinner was brought in, and had to be set by the fire to keep hot. It was now a quarter of an hour beyond the specified time. He bethought him of a piece of news which had depressed him in the earlier part of the day. Owing to ... | letter which he had so much enjoyed beginning? The reason was that Katharine might, at any moment, enter the room. The thought, implying his bondage to her, irritated him acutely. It occurred to him that he would leave the letter lying open for her to see, and he would take the opportunity of telling her that he had se... | Night And Day |
"She s at home, I think," | Katharine Hilbery | up a friendship," he added.<|quote|>"She s at home, I think,"</|quote|>Katharine replied. "They keep her | some mood. "We ve struck up a friendship," he added.<|quote|>"She s at home, I think,"</|quote|>Katharine replied. "They keep her too much at home," said | Suddenly William broke off. She looked up apprehensively, brushing aside these thoughts with annoyance. "Where should I address a letter to Cassandra?" he asked her. It was obvious again that William had some meaning or other to-night, or was in some mood. "We ve struck up a friendship," he added.<|quote|>"She s at hom... | talked, fancy the evenings of married life spent thus, over the fire; spent thus, or with a book, perhaps, for then she would have time to read her books, and to grasp firmly with every muscle of her unused mind what she longed to know. The atmosphere was very free. Suddenly William broke off. She looked up apprehensiv... | she gained something by all this, though it was too soon to determine what. But the light which had been burning with such intensity as she came along was suddenly overclouded, as much by his manner as by his news. She had been prepared to meet opposition, which is simple to encounter compared with she did not know wha... | news for you, Katharine," he said directly they sat down to table; "I shan t get my holiday in April. We shall have to put off our marriage." He rapped the words out with a certain degree of briskness. Katharine started a little, as if the announcement disturbed her thoughts. "That won t make any difference, will it? I... | contentment indeed of delicious expansion to one of uneasiness and expectation. The dinner was brought in, and had to be set by the fire to keep hot. It was now a quarter of an hour beyond the specified time. He bethought him of a piece of news which had depressed him in the earlier part of the day. Owing to the illnes... | in a way which struck her, at last, as oddly casual. She looked at him. There was no outward sign that he was annoyed with her. Was she well dressed? She thought sufficiently so. Perhaps she was late? She looked for a clock. "It s a good thing we didn t take the house then," she repeated thoughtfully. "It ll mean, too,... | Night And Day |
Katharine replied. | No speaker | s at home, I think,"<|quote|>Katharine replied.</|quote|>"They keep her too much | a friendship," he added. "She s at home, I think,"<|quote|>Katharine replied.</|quote|>"They keep her too much at home," said William. "Why | up apprehensively, brushing aside these thoughts with annoyance. "Where should I address a letter to Cassandra?" he asked her. It was obvious again that William had some meaning or other to-night, or was in some mood. "We ve struck up a friendship," he added. "She s at home, I think,"<|quote|>Katharine replied.</|quote... | life spent thus, over the fire; spent thus, or with a book, perhaps, for then she would have time to read her books, and to grasp firmly with every muscle of her unused mind what she longed to know. The atmosphere was very free. Suddenly William broke off. She looked up apprehensively, brushing aside these thoughts wit... | though it was too soon to determine what. But the light which had been burning with such intensity as she came along was suddenly overclouded, as much by his manner as by his news. She had been prepared to meet opposition, which is simple to encounter compared with she did not know what it was that she had to encounter... | directly they sat down to table; "I shan t get my holiday in April. We shall have to put off our marriage." He rapped the words out with a certain degree of briskness. Katharine started a little, as if the announcement disturbed her thoughts. "That won t make any difference, will it? I mean the lease isn t signed," she... | one of uneasiness and expectation. The dinner was brought in, and had to be set by the fire to keep hot. It was now a quarter of an hour beyond the specified time. He bethought him of a piece of news which had depressed him in the earlier part of the day. Owing to the illness of one of his fellow-clerks, it was likely ... | He let her make her own disposition of clothes and busied himself with the plates. "I ve got a piece of news for you, Katharine," he said directly they sat down to table; "I shan t get my holiday in April. We shall have to put off our marriage." He rapped the words out with a certain degree of briskness. Katharine star... | Night And Day |
"They keep her too much at home," | William Rodney | home, I think," Katharine replied.<|quote|>"They keep her too much at home,"</|quote|>said William. "Why don t | he added. "She s at home, I think," Katharine replied.<|quote|>"They keep her too much at home,"</|quote|>said William. "Why don t you ask her to stay | brushing aside these thoughts with annoyance. "Where should I address a letter to Cassandra?" he asked her. It was obvious again that William had some meaning or other to-night, or was in some mood. "We ve struck up a friendship," he added. "She s at home, I think," Katharine replied.<|quote|>"They keep her too much at... | thus, over the fire; spent thus, or with a book, perhaps, for then she would have time to read her books, and to grasp firmly with every muscle of her unused mind what she longed to know. The atmosphere was very free. Suddenly William broke off. She looked up apprehensively, brushing aside these thoughts with annoyance... | was too soon to determine what. But the light which had been burning with such intensity as she came along was suddenly overclouded, as much by his manner as by his news. She had been prepared to meet opposition, which is simple to encounter compared with she did not know what it was that she had to encounter. The meal... | sat down to table; "I shan t get my holiday in April. We shall have to put off our marriage." He rapped the words out with a certain degree of briskness. Katharine started a little, as if the announcement disturbed her thoughts. "That won t make any difference, will it? I mean the lease isn t signed," she replied. "But... | uneasiness and expectation. The dinner was brought in, and had to be set by the fire to keep hot. It was now a quarter of an hour beyond the specified time. He bethought him of a piece of news which had depressed him in the earlier part of the day. Owing to the illness of one of his fellow-clerks, it was likely that he... | the truth about her. He let her make her own disposition of clothes and busied himself with the plates. "I ve got a piece of news for you, Katharine," he said directly they sat down to table; "I shan t get my holiday in April. We shall have to put off our marriage." He rapped the words out with a certain degree of bris... | Night And Day |
said William. | No speaker | her too much at home,"<|quote|>said William.</|quote|>"Why don t you ask | think," Katharine replied. "They keep her too much at home,"<|quote|>said William.</|quote|>"Why don t you ask her to stay with you, | should I address a letter to Cassandra?" he asked her. It was obvious again that William had some meaning or other to-night, or was in some mood. "We ve struck up a friendship," he added. "She s at home, I think," Katharine replied. "They keep her too much at home,"<|quote|>said William.</|quote|>"Why don t you ask her... | with a book, perhaps, for then she would have time to read her books, and to grasp firmly with every muscle of her unused mind what she longed to know. The atmosphere was very free. Suddenly William broke off. She looked up apprehensively, brushing aside these thoughts with annoyance. "Where should I address a letter t... | the light which had been burning with such intensity as she came along was suddenly overclouded, as much by his manner as by his news. She had been prepared to meet opposition, which is simple to encounter compared with she did not know what it was that she had to encounter. The meal passed in quiet, well-controlled ta... | get my holiday in April. We shall have to put off our marriage." He rapped the words out with a certain degree of briskness. Katharine started a little, as if the announcement disturbed her thoughts. "That won t make any difference, will it? I mean the lease isn t signed," she replied. "But why? What has happened?" He ... | in, and had to be set by the fire to keep hot. It was now a quarter of an hour beyond the specified time. He bethought him of a piece of news which had depressed him in the earlier part of the day. Owing to the illness of one of his fellow-clerks, it was likely that he would get no holiday until later in the year, whic... | would annoy her and as he reached the doubtful comfort of this conclusion, there was a knock on the door and Katharine came in. They kissed each other coldly and she made no apology for being late. Nevertheless, her mere presence moved him strangely; but he was determined that this should not weaken his resolution to m... | Night And Day |
"Why don t you ask her to stay with you, and let her hear a little good music? I ll just finish what I was saying, if you don t mind, because I m particularly anxious that she should hear to-morrow." | William Rodney | much at home," said William.<|quote|>"Why don t you ask her to stay with you, and let her hear a little good music? I ll just finish what I was saying, if you don t mind, because I m particularly anxious that she should hear to-morrow."</|quote|>Katharine sank back in her | replied. "They keep her too much at home," said William.<|quote|>"Why don t you ask her to stay with you, and let her hear a little good music? I ll just finish what I was saying, if you don t mind, because I m particularly anxious that she should hear to-morrow."</|quote|>Katharine sank back in her chair, and Rodney t... | address a letter to Cassandra?" he asked her. It was obvious again that William had some meaning or other to-night, or was in some mood. "We ve struck up a friendship," he added. "She s at home, I think," Katharine replied. "They keep her too much at home," said William.<|quote|>"Why don t you ask her to stay with you,... | book, perhaps, for then she would have time to read her books, and to grasp firmly with every muscle of her unused mind what she longed to know. The atmosphere was very free. Suddenly William broke off. She looked up apprehensively, brushing aside these thoughts with annoyance. "Where should I address a letter to Cassa... | which had been burning with such intensity as she came along was suddenly overclouded, as much by his manner as by his news. She had been prepared to meet opposition, which is simple to encounter compared with she did not know what it was that she had to encounter. The meal passed in quiet, well-controlled talk about i... | holiday in April. We shall have to put off our marriage." He rapped the words out with a certain degree of briskness. Katharine started a little, as if the announcement disturbed her thoughts. "That won t make any difference, will it? I mean the lease isn t signed," she replied. "But why? What has happened?" He told he... | had to be set by the fire to keep hot. It was now a quarter of an hour beyond the specified time. He bethought him of a piece of news which had depressed him in the earlier part of the day. Owing to the illness of one of his fellow-clerks, it was likely that he would get no holiday until later in the year, which would ... | finishing the letter which he had so much enjoyed beginning? The reason was that Katharine might, at any moment, enter the room. The thought, implying his bondage to her, irritated him acutely. It occurred to him that he would leave the letter lying open for her to see, and he would take the opportunity of telling her ... | Night And Day |
Katharine sank back in her chair, and Rodney took the paper on his knees, and went on with his sentence. | No speaker | that she should hear to-morrow."<|quote|>Katharine sank back in her chair, and Rodney took the paper on his knees, and went on with his sentence.</|quote|>"Style, you know, is what | because I m particularly anxious that she should hear to-morrow."<|quote|>Katharine sank back in her chair, and Rodney took the paper on his knees, and went on with his sentence.</|quote|>"Style, you know, is what we tend to neglect" "; | "They keep her too much at home," said William. "Why don t you ask her to stay with you, and let her hear a little good music? I ll just finish what I was saying, if you don t mind, because I m particularly anxious that she should hear to-morrow."<|quote|>Katharine sank back in her chair, and Rodney took the paper on h... | brushing aside these thoughts with annoyance. "Where should I address a letter to Cassandra?" he asked her. It was obvious again that William had some meaning or other to-night, or was in some mood. "We ve struck up a friendship," he added. "She s at home, I think," Katharine replied. "They keep her too much at home," ... | what it was that she had to encounter. The meal passed in quiet, well-controlled talk about indifferent things. Music was not a subject about which she knew anything, but she liked him to tell her things; and could, she mused, as he talked, fancy the evenings of married life spent thus, over the fire; spent thus, or wi... | I mean the lease isn t signed," she replied. "But why? What has happened?" He told her, in an off-hand way, how one of his fellow-clerks had broken down, and might have to be away for months, six months even, in which case they would have to think over their position. He said it in a way which struck her, at last, as o... | Owing to the illness of one of his fellow-clerks, it was likely that he would get no holiday until later in the year, which would mean the postponement of their marriage. But this possibility, after all, was not so disagreeable as the probability which forced itself upon him with every tick of the clock that Katharine ... | he had sent his play to Cassandra for her to criticize. Possibly, but not by any means certainly, this would annoy her and as he reached the doubtful comfort of this conclusion, there was a knock on the door and Katharine came in. They kissed each other coldly and she made no apology for being late. Nevertheless, her m... | Night And Day |
"Style, you know, is what we tend to neglect" | William Rodney | went on with his sentence.<|quote|>"Style, you know, is what we tend to neglect"</|quote|>"; but he was far | paper on his knees, and went on with his sentence.<|quote|>"Style, you know, is what we tend to neglect"</|quote|>"; but he was far more conscious of Katharine s | let her hear a little good music? I ll just finish what I was saying, if you don t mind, because I m particularly anxious that she should hear to-morrow." Katharine sank back in her chair, and Rodney took the paper on his knees, and went on with his sentence.<|quote|>"Style, you know, is what we tend to neglect"</|quot... | again that William had some meaning or other to-night, or was in some mood. "We ve struck up a friendship," he added. "She s at home, I think," Katharine replied. "They keep her too much at home," said William. "Why don t you ask her to stay with you, and let her hear a little good music? I ll just finish what I was sa... | not a subject about which she knew anything, but she liked him to tell her things; and could, she mused, as he talked, fancy the evenings of married life spent thus, over the fire; spent thus, or with a book, perhaps, for then she would have time to read her books, and to grasp firmly with every muscle of her unused mi... | way, how one of his fellow-clerks had broken down, and might have to be away for months, six months even, in which case they would have to think over their position. He said it in a way which struck her, at last, as oddly casual. She looked at him. There was no outward sign that he was annoyed with her. Was she well dr... | in the year, which would mean the postponement of their marriage. But this possibility, after all, was not so disagreeable as the probability which forced itself upon him with every tick of the clock that Katharine had completely forgotten her engagement. Such things had happened less frequently since Christmas, but wh... | too, I m afraid, that I shan t be as free for a considerable time as I have been," he continued. She had time to reflect that she gained something by all this, though it was too soon to determine what. But the light which had been burning with such intensity as she came along was suddenly overclouded, as much by his ma... | Night And Day |
"; but he was far more conscious of Katharine s eye upon him than of what he was saying about style. He knew that she was looking at him, but whether with irritation or indifference he could not guess. In truth, she had fallen sufficiently into his trap to feel uncomfortably roused and disturbed and unable to proceed o... | No speaker | what we tend to neglect"<|quote|>"; but he was far more conscious of Katharine s eye upon him than of what he was saying about style. He knew that she was looking at him, but whether with irritation or indifference he could not guess. In truth, she had fallen sufficiently into his trap to feel uncomfortably roused and ... | sentence. "Style, you know, is what we tend to neglect"<|quote|>"; but he was far more conscious of Katharine s eye upon him than of what he was saying about style. He knew that she was looking at him, but whether with irritation or indifference he could not guess. In truth, she had fallen sufficiently into his trap to... | just finish what I was saying, if you don t mind, because I m particularly anxious that she should hear to-morrow." Katharine sank back in her chair, and Rodney took the paper on his knees, and went on with his sentence. "Style, you know, is what we tend to neglect"<|quote|>"; but he was far more conscious of Katharine... | or was in some mood. "We ve struck up a friendship," he added. "She s at home, I think," Katharine replied. "They keep her too much at home," said William. "Why don t you ask her to stay with you, and let her hear a little good music? I ll just finish what I was saying, if you don t mind, because I m particularly anxio... | she liked him to tell her things; and could, she mused, as he talked, fancy the evenings of married life spent thus, over the fire; spent thus, or with a book, perhaps, for then she would have time to read her books, and to grasp firmly with every muscle of her unused mind what she longed to know. The atmosphere was ve... | and might have to be away for months, six months even, in which case they would have to think over their position. He said it in a way which struck her, at last, as oddly casual. She looked at him. There was no outward sign that he was annoyed with her. Was she well dressed? She thought sufficiently so. Perhaps she was... | their marriage. But this possibility, after all, was not so disagreeable as the probability which forced itself upon him with every tick of the clock that Katharine had completely forgotten her engagement. Such things had happened less frequently since Christmas, but what if they were going to begin to happen again? Wh... | the plates. "I ve got a piece of news for you, Katharine," he said directly they sat down to table; "I shan t get my holiday in April. We shall have to put off our marriage." He rapped the words out with a certain degree of briskness. Katharine started a little, as if the announcement disturbed her thoughts. "That won ... | Night And Day |
"Have you finished your letter?" | Katharine Hilbery | became aware of his presence.<|quote|>"Have you finished your letter?"</|quote|>she asked. He thought he | of thought was ended, she became aware of his presence.<|quote|>"Have you finished your letter?"</|quote|>she asked. He thought he heard faint amusement in her | contrasting Katharine with his vision of the engaging, whimsical Cassandra; Katharine undemonstrative, inconsiderate, silent, and yet so notable that he could never do without her good opinion. She veered round upon him a moment later, as if, when her train of thought was ended, she became aware of his presence.<|quote... | him. Her expression suggested concentration upon something entirely remote from her surroundings. The carelessness of her attitude seemed to him rather masculine than feminine. His impulse to break up the constraint was chilled, and once more the exasperating sense of his own impotency returned to him. He could not hel... | claim comradeship; no dream that satisfied her as she was used to be satisfied; nothing remained in whose reality she could believe, save those abstract ideas figures, laws, stars, facts, which she could hardly hold to for lack of knowledge and a kind of shame. When Rodney owned to himself the folly of this prolonged s... | a much slighter degree than she had suspected, or existed no longer. She looked at him attentively as if this discovery of hers must show traces in his face. Never had she seen so much to respect in his appearance, so much that attracted her by its sensitiveness and intelligence, although she saw these qualities as if ... | she would have time to read her books, and to grasp firmly with every muscle of her unused mind what she longed to know. The atmosphere was very free. Suddenly William broke off. She looked up apprehensively, brushing aside these thoughts with annoyance. "Where should I address a letter to Cassandra?" he asked her. It ... | slighter degree than she had suspected, or existed no longer. She looked at him attentively as if this discovery of hers must show traces in his face. Never had she seen so much to respect in his appearance, so much that attracted her by its sensitiveness and intelligence, although she saw these qualities as if they we... | Night And Day |
she asked. He thought he heard faint amusement in her tone, but not a trace of jealousy. | No speaker | "Have you finished your letter?"<|quote|>she asked. He thought he heard faint amusement in her tone, but not a trace of jealousy.</|quote|>"No, I m not going | became aware of his presence. "Have you finished your letter?"<|quote|>she asked. He thought he heard faint amusement in her tone, but not a trace of jealousy.</|quote|>"No, I m not going to write any more to-night," | of the engaging, whimsical Cassandra; Katharine undemonstrative, inconsiderate, silent, and yet so notable that he could never do without her good opinion. She veered round upon him a moment later, as if, when her train of thought was ended, she became aware of his presence. "Have you finished your letter?"<|quote|>she... | upon something entirely remote from her surroundings. The carelessness of her attitude seemed to him rather masculine than feminine. His impulse to break up the constraint was chilled, and once more the exasperating sense of his own impotency returned to him. He could not help contrasting Katharine with his vision of t... | satisfied her as she was used to be satisfied; nothing remained in whose reality she could believe, save those abstract ideas figures, laws, stars, facts, which she could hardly hold to for lack of knowledge and a kind of shame. When Rodney owned to himself the folly of this prolonged silence, and the meanness of such ... | she had suspected, or existed no longer. She looked at him attentively as if this discovery of hers must show traces in his face. Never had she seen so much to respect in his appearance, so much that attracted her by its sensitiveness and intelligence, although she saw these qualities as if they were those one responds... | read her books, and to grasp firmly with every muscle of her unused mind what she longed to know. The atmosphere was very free. Suddenly William broke off. She looked up apprehensively, brushing aside these thoughts with annoyance. "Where should I address a letter to Cassandra?" he asked her. It was obvious again that ... | with whom she could claim comradeship; no dream that satisfied her as she was used to be satisfied; nothing remained in whose reality she could believe, save those abstract ideas figures, laws, stars, facts, which she could hardly hold to for lack of knowledge and a kind of shame. When Rodney owned to himself the folly... | Night And Day |
"No, I m not going to write any more to-night," | William Rodney | not a trace of jealousy.<|quote|>"No, I m not going to write any more to-night,"</|quote|>he said. "I m not | amusement in her tone, but not a trace of jealousy.<|quote|>"No, I m not going to write any more to-night,"</|quote|>he said. "I m not in the mood for it | do without her good opinion. She veered round upon him a moment later, as if, when her train of thought was ended, she became aware of his presence. "Have you finished your letter?" she asked. He thought he heard faint amusement in her tone, but not a trace of jealousy.<|quote|>"No, I m not going to write any more to-n... | than feminine. His impulse to break up the constraint was chilled, and once more the exasperating sense of his own impotency returned to him. He could not help contrasting Katharine with his vision of the engaging, whimsical Cassandra; Katharine undemonstrative, inconsiderate, silent, and yet so notable that he could n... | save those abstract ideas figures, laws, stars, facts, which she could hardly hold to for lack of knowledge and a kind of shame. When Rodney owned to himself the folly of this prolonged silence, and the meanness of such devices, and looked up ready to seek some excuse for a good laugh, or opening for a confession, he w... | hers must show traces in his face. Never had she seen so much to respect in his appearance, so much that attracted her by its sensitiveness and intelligence, although she saw these qualities as if they were those one responds to, dumbly, in the face of a stranger. The head bent over the paper, thoughtful as usual, had ... | to know. The atmosphere was very free. Suddenly William broke off. She looked up apprehensively, brushing aside these thoughts with annoyance. "Where should I address a letter to Cassandra?" he asked her. It was obvious again that William had some meaning or other to-night, or was in some mood. "We ve struck up a frien... | have spoken, but could not bring herself to ask him for signs of affection which she had no right to claim. The conviction that he was thus strange to her filled her with despondency, and illustrated quite beyond doubt the infinite loneliness of human beings. She had never felt the truth of this so strongly before. She... | Night And Day |
he said. | No speaker | to write any more to-night,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"I m not in the | "No, I m not going to write any more to-night,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"I m not in the mood for it for some | a moment later, as if, when her train of thought was ended, she became aware of his presence. "Have you finished your letter?" she asked. He thought he heard faint amusement in her tone, but not a trace of jealousy. "No, I m not going to write any more to-night,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"I m not in the mood for it fo... | chilled, and once more the exasperating sense of his own impotency returned to him. He could not help contrasting Katharine with his vision of the engaging, whimsical Cassandra; Katharine undemonstrative, inconsiderate, silent, and yet so notable that he could never do without her good opinion. She veered round upon hi... | could hardly hold to for lack of knowledge and a kind of shame. When Rodney owned to himself the folly of this prolonged silence, and the meanness of such devices, and looked up ready to seek some excuse for a good laugh, or opening for a confession, he was disconcerted by what he saw. Katharine seemed equally obliviou... | seen so much to respect in his appearance, so much that attracted her by its sensitiveness and intelligence, although she saw these qualities as if they were those one responds to, dumbly, in the face of a stranger. The head bent over the paper, thoughtful as usual, had now a composure which seemed somehow to place it ... | off. She looked up apprehensively, brushing aside these thoughts with annoyance. "Where should I address a letter to Cassandra?" he asked her. It was obvious again that William had some meaning or other to-night, or was in some mood. "We ve struck up a friendship," he added. "She s at home, I think," Katharine replied.... | of a stranger. The head bent over the paper, thoughtful as usual, had now a composure which seemed somehow to place it at a distance, like a face seen talking to some one else behind glass. He wrote on, without raising his eyes. She would have spoken, but could not bring herself to ask him for signs of affection which ... | Night And Day |
"I m not in the mood for it for some reason. I can t say what I want to say." | William Rodney | any more to-night," he said.<|quote|>"I m not in the mood for it for some reason. I can t say what I want to say."</|quote|>"Cassandra won t know if | m not going to write any more to-night," he said.<|quote|>"I m not in the mood for it for some reason. I can t say what I want to say."</|quote|>"Cassandra won t know if it s well written or | later, as if, when her train of thought was ended, she became aware of his presence. "Have you finished your letter?" she asked. He thought he heard faint amusement in her tone, but not a trace of jealousy. "No, I m not going to write any more to-night," he said.<|quote|>"I m not in the mood for it for some reason. I c... | once more the exasperating sense of his own impotency returned to him. He could not help contrasting Katharine with his vision of the engaging, whimsical Cassandra; Katharine undemonstrative, inconsiderate, silent, and yet so notable that he could never do without her good opinion. She veered round upon him a moment la... | hold to for lack of knowledge and a kind of shame. When Rodney owned to himself the folly of this prolonged silence, and the meanness of such devices, and looked up ready to seek some excuse for a good laugh, or opening for a confession, he was disconcerted by what he saw. Katharine seemed equally oblivious of what was... | much to respect in his appearance, so much that attracted her by its sensitiveness and intelligence, although she saw these qualities as if they were those one responds to, dumbly, in the face of a stranger. The head bent over the paper, thoughtful as usual, had now a composure which seemed somehow to place it at a dis... | looked up apprehensively, brushing aside these thoughts with annoyance. "Where should I address a letter to Cassandra?" he asked her. It was obvious again that William had some meaning or other to-night, or was in some mood. "We ve struck up a friendship," he added. "She s at home, I think," Katharine replied. "They ke... | that some littleness of nature had a part in all the refinements, reserves, and subtleties of feeling for which her friends and family were so distinguished. For example, although she liked Cassandra well enough, her fantastic method of life struck her as purely frivolous; now it was socialism, now it was silkworms, no... | Night And Day |
"Cassandra won t know if it s well written or badly written," | Katharine Hilbery | what I want to say."<|quote|>"Cassandra won t know if it s well written or badly written,"</|quote|>Katharine remarked. "I m not | reason. I can t say what I want to say."<|quote|>"Cassandra won t know if it s well written or badly written,"</|quote|>Katharine remarked. "I m not so sure about that. I | letter?" she asked. He thought he heard faint amusement in her tone, but not a trace of jealousy. "No, I m not going to write any more to-night," he said. "I m not in the mood for it for some reason. I can t say what I want to say."<|quote|>"Cassandra won t know if it s well written or badly written,"</|quote|>Katharin... | vision of the engaging, whimsical Cassandra; Katharine undemonstrative, inconsiderate, silent, and yet so notable that he could never do without her good opinion. She veered round upon him a moment later, as if, when her train of thought was ended, she became aware of his presence. "Have you finished your letter?" she ... | prolonged silence, and the meanness of such devices, and looked up ready to seek some excuse for a good laugh, or opening for a confession, he was disconcerted by what he saw. Katharine seemed equally oblivious of what was bad or of what was good in him. Her expression suggested concentration upon something entirely re... | qualities as if they were those one responds to, dumbly, in the face of a stranger. The head bent over the paper, thoughtful as usual, had now a composure which seemed somehow to place it at a distance, like a face seen talking to some one else behind glass. He wrote on, without raising his eyes. She would have spoken,... | It was obvious again that William had some meaning or other to-night, or was in some mood. "We ve struck up a friendship," he added. "She s at home, I think," Katharine replied. "They keep her too much at home," said William. "Why don t you ask her to stay with you, and let her hear a little good music? I ll just finis... | all, hitherto, had been opaque, it dawned upon her that, after all, possibly, yes, probably, nay, certainly, the devotion which she had almost wearily taken for granted existed in a much slighter degree than she had suspected, or existed no longer. She looked at him attentively as if this discovery of hers must show tr... | Night And Day |
Katharine remarked. | No speaker | well written or badly written,"<|quote|>Katharine remarked.</|quote|>"I m not so sure | t know if it s well written or badly written,"<|quote|>Katharine remarked.</|quote|>"I m not so sure about that. I should say | but not a trace of jealousy. "No, I m not going to write any more to-night," he said. "I m not in the mood for it for some reason. I can t say what I want to say." "Cassandra won t know if it s well written or badly written,"<|quote|>Katharine remarked.</|quote|>"I m not so sure about that. I should say she has a good ... | so notable that he could never do without her good opinion. She veered round upon him a moment later, as if, when her train of thought was ended, she became aware of his presence. "Have you finished your letter?" she asked. He thought he heard faint amusement in her tone, but not a trace of jealousy. "No, I m not going... | to seek some excuse for a good laugh, or opening for a confession, he was disconcerted by what he saw. Katharine seemed equally oblivious of what was bad or of what was good in him. Her expression suggested concentration upon something entirely remote from her surroundings. The carelessness of her attitude seemed to hi... | face of a stranger. The head bent over the paper, thoughtful as usual, had now a composure which seemed somehow to place it at a distance, like a face seen talking to some one else behind glass. He wrote on, without raising his eyes. She would have spoken, but could not bring herself to ask him for signs of affection w... | or was in some mood. "We ve struck up a friendship," he added. "She s at home, I think," Katharine replied. "They keep her too much at home," said William. "Why don t you ask her to stay with you, and let her hear a little good music? I ll just finish what I was saying, if you don t mind, because I m particularly anxio... | Never before had William wasted the minutes of her presence in writing his letters. With a curious sense of light opening where all, hitherto, had been opaque, it dawned upon her that, after all, possibly, yes, probably, nay, certainly, the devotion which she had almost wearily taken for granted existed in a much sligh... | Night And Day |
"I m not so sure about that. I should say she has a good deal of literary feeling." | William Rodney | or badly written," Katharine remarked.<|quote|>"I m not so sure about that. I should say she has a good deal of literary feeling."</|quote|>"Perhaps," said Katharine indifferently. "You | if it s well written or badly written," Katharine remarked.<|quote|>"I m not so sure about that. I should say she has a good deal of literary feeling."</|quote|>"Perhaps," said Katharine indifferently. "You ve been neglecting my education | a trace of jealousy. "No, I m not going to write any more to-night," he said. "I m not in the mood for it for some reason. I can t say what I want to say." "Cassandra won t know if it s well written or badly written," Katharine remarked.<|quote|>"I m not so sure about that. I should say she has a good deal of literary ... | that he could never do without her good opinion. She veered round upon him a moment later, as if, when her train of thought was ended, she became aware of his presence. "Have you finished your letter?" she asked. He thought he heard faint amusement in her tone, but not a trace of jealousy. "No, I m not going to write a... | some excuse for a good laugh, or opening for a confession, he was disconcerted by what he saw. Katharine seemed equally oblivious of what was bad or of what was good in him. Her expression suggested concentration upon something entirely remote from her surroundings. The carelessness of her attitude seemed to him rather... | a stranger. The head bent over the paper, thoughtful as usual, had now a composure which seemed somehow to place it at a distance, like a face seen talking to some one else behind glass. He wrote on, without raising his eyes. She would have spoken, but could not bring herself to ask him for signs of affection which she... | in some mood. "We ve struck up a friendship," he added. "She s at home, I think," Katharine replied. "They keep her too much at home," said William. "Why don t you ask her to stay with you, and let her hear a little good music? I ll just finish what I was saying, if you don t mind, because I m particularly anxious that... | meanness of such devices, and looked up ready to seek some excuse for a good laugh, or opening for a confession, he was disconcerted by what he saw. Katharine seemed equally oblivious of what was bad or of what was good in him. Her expression suggested concentration upon something entirely remote from her surroundings.... | Night And Day |
"Perhaps," | Katharine Hilbery | good deal of literary feeling."<|quote|>"Perhaps,"</|quote|>said Katharine indifferently. "You ve | should say she has a good deal of literary feeling."<|quote|>"Perhaps,"</|quote|>said Katharine indifferently. "You ve been neglecting my education lately, | not in the mood for it for some reason. I can t say what I want to say." "Cassandra won t know if it s well written or badly written," Katharine remarked. "I m not so sure about that. I should say she has a good deal of literary feeling."<|quote|>"Perhaps,"</|quote|>said Katharine indifferently. "You ve been neglecting... | if, when her train of thought was ended, she became aware of his presence. "Have you finished your letter?" she asked. He thought he heard faint amusement in her tone, but not a trace of jealousy. "No, I m not going to write any more to-night," he said. "I m not in the mood for it for some reason. I can t say what I wa... | Katharine seemed equally oblivious of what was bad or of what was good in him. Her expression suggested concentration upon something entirely remote from her surroundings. The carelessness of her attitude seemed to him rather masculine than feminine. His impulse to break up the constraint was chilled, and once more the... | to place it at a distance, like a face seen talking to some one else behind glass. He wrote on, without raising his eyes. She would have spoken, but could not bring herself to ask him for signs of affection which she had no right to claim. The conviction that he was thus strange to her filled her with despondency, and ... | replied. "They keep her too much at home," said William. "Why don t you ask her to stay with you, and let her hear a little good music? I ll just finish what I was saying, if you don t mind, because I m particularly anxious that she should hear to-morrow." Katharine sank back in her chair, and Rodney took the paper on ... | by what he saw. Katharine seemed equally oblivious of what was bad or of what was good in him. Her expression suggested concentration upon something entirely remote from her surroundings. The carelessness of her attitude seemed to him rather masculine than feminine. His impulse to break up the constraint was chilled, a... | Night And Day |
said Katharine indifferently. | No speaker | deal of literary feeling." "Perhaps,"<|quote|>said Katharine indifferently.</|quote|>"You ve been neglecting my | say she has a good deal of literary feeling." "Perhaps,"<|quote|>said Katharine indifferently.</|quote|>"You ve been neglecting my education lately, by the way. | in the mood for it for some reason. I can t say what I want to say." "Cassandra won t know if it s well written or badly written," Katharine remarked. "I m not so sure about that. I should say she has a good deal of literary feeling." "Perhaps,"<|quote|>said Katharine indifferently.</|quote|>"You ve been neglecting my ... | when her train of thought was ended, she became aware of his presence. "Have you finished your letter?" she asked. He thought he heard faint amusement in her tone, but not a trace of jealousy. "No, I m not going to write any more to-night," he said. "I m not in the mood for it for some reason. I can t say what I want t... | seemed equally oblivious of what was bad or of what was good in him. Her expression suggested concentration upon something entirely remote from her surroundings. The carelessness of her attitude seemed to him rather masculine than feminine. His impulse to break up the constraint was chilled, and once more the exasperat... | place it at a distance, like a face seen talking to some one else behind glass. He wrote on, without raising his eyes. She would have spoken, but could not bring herself to ask him for signs of affection which she had no right to claim. The conviction that he was thus strange to her filled her with despondency, and ill... | "They keep her too much at home," said William. "Why don t you ask her to stay with you, and let her hear a little good music? I ll just finish what I was saying, if you don t mind, because I m particularly anxious that she should hear to-morrow." Katharine sank back in her chair, and Rodney took the paper on his knees... | truth of this so strongly before. She looked away into the fire; it seemed to her that even physically they were now scarcely within speaking distance; and spiritually there was certainly no human being with whom she could claim comradeship; no dream that satisfied her as she was used to be satisfied; nothing remained ... | Night And Day |
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